Vampire Mom

As the taxi stopped in front of the bar, I paid the fare and stepped out, and immediately regretted it! The place looked unbelievably filthy and chaotic. The parking lot was littered with crushed beer cans, broken bottles, and a few cockroaches crawling on it. The neon signs even misspelled words. I couldn't believe I'd come to a place like this...

After work, I met a girl to go home. While we were busy talking about love, the phone rang, which was quite unromantic. Because we were so engrossed in our conversation, I let it ring. However, the other party seemed more patient, refusing to hang up. After about twenty-seven or twenty-eight rings, I reluctantly answered, picking up the receiver and replying impatiently:

"Hello!"

A woman's voice came from the other end: "David Gianna?"

"Yes! If it's not important, call back later. I'm incredibly busy."

"It is important, and I hope to meet with you to discuss it!"

"Listen! If I've violated you, I'll take care of you! Go find my lawyer; otherwise, please don't bother me, I..."

"Your voice sounds like it's been pounded by a dog! Listen! I..."

Suddenly, I felt nauseous. Lately, I've been vomiting frequently for no reason; I guess I caught the flu or something's wrong with my stomach or intestines. "Excuse me, please wait a moment!"

I hung up the phone and ran into the bathroom, vomiting several times. Once my stomach calmed down, I poured myself a glass of water and slowly drank it to soothe myself. Then I came back to answer the phone:

"Sorry!"

"Did you vomit?"

This answer shocked me: "What? You…"

"I know quite a bit. You've been vomiting for a while now, haven't you?"

"Yes!"

"Your eyes are very sensitive to light, aren't they?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Lately, I have to wear sunglasses whenever I go out, otherwise the light is unbearable, especially in bright sunlight, making it impossible to walk.

"I know what happened. If you want to know the details, come to the 'Cat and Rooster' bar late tomorrow night!"

The other person hung up, leaving me standing there dumbfounded!

I slowly sat down, thinking about the whole thing. Maybe I had slept with this woman and contracted some strange STD. I figured uncovering the truth wouldn't be a big deal!

Looking back at the bedroom, Kelly had already slipped away while I was on the phone. Damn it! I have nothing to do all day tomorrow! How unlucky! ...

I walked into the bar. Good heavens! It wasn't much better than outside.

I ordered a beer, took a sip, and almost immediately spat it out: "What the hell is this?"

I muttered, examining the drink. This wasn't beer! It looked like dirty water used to wash toilets or dishes!

I waited with growing impatience, until I was almost at my breaking point, when a woman shuffled in through the door. My first impression of her was that of a streetwalker looking for another transaction, but I found seeing her more comfortable than seeing this place!

The woman looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. The dim lighting in the bar made her waist-length blonde hair appear reddish, and her skin looked somewhat eerie. Her black tank top and jeans, needless to say, took on an even more desolate hue!

"May I sit here?"

she asked softly as she approached. I nodded and politely extended my hand towards the chair she was pulling out to sit in.

"What do you need?" I asked.

She sighed softly, reached into her purse, and took out a cigarette. I took a paper match from the ashtray and tossed it to her. She lit a cigarette with a match and tossed it back to me. After

taking a few deep drags, she smoothed her hair with her hand, leaned back in her chair, and then slowly asked,

"David! Tell me, how did your parents talk to you about your background?"

—My God! This woman dragged me to this godforsaken place, sprayed me with cigarette smoke, and is still interested in my past! This, this, this… I really can't open up to her; after all, we're just strangers, but I don't want to be rude! What's even stranger is: how does she know me…? —She called you last night! Idiot! "

Actually, it's nothing much. My mother disappeared after giving birth to me. They couldn't possibly know much, and besides, they really don't want me to mention her. I know they always wanted me to treat them as my biological parents, so they didn't tell me I was adopted until I was twelve!"

"Sigh..." The woman sighed softly again, blowing smoke in my face: "Um... um... I am your mother!"

I couldn't hold back any longer: "That's too much! You dragged me to this damn dirty bar, sprayed me with the stench of smoke, and now you're saying this? That's too much! ...Besides, I'm at least ten years older than you. I don't want to listen to your bullshit anymore!"

Grabbing my coat from the chair to leave, she quickly grabbed my wrist with an unusually strong grip, so strong that I slumped back down!

"Listen to me, David! I know it's hard to believe right now, but this is something important that can't be said carelessly. If you're willing to listen carefully, I'll explain every detail... If you don't want to listen, I can let you leave immediately, but you'll regret your wrong choice!"

I didn't want things to turn out that way, so I waved my hand to stop her from continuing... If she were older than me, she might be my mother, but she's younger than me! ...This, this... I'd like to hear her explanation...

She released my wrist and sat back in her chair. I shook my hand and found that there were no red finger marks left, only a chilling feeling!

She took another deep drag on her cigarette, and only then did I notice the fiery red glow of the cigarette butt as she inhaled, as if flames were shooting from her mouth, which was frightening.

"First of all, first of all, let me tell you, my name is Jennifer."

I nodded, but in my heart I wondered if it was true or not.

"Back in 1978, I was a freshman in high school, an age of confusion and longing for life, living life with boundless energy. I started going to crazy parties, squandering my youth, often not returning home until after midnight. It wasn't until I found out I was pregnant with you that I was truly shocked. I was so ignorant back then, too ashamed to let anyone know. I started quitting smoking and drinking, but I still wandered around. Later, as my belly grew bigger, I had to drop out of school, and my father hired a tutor. During that time, I hooked up with the tutor… and discovered why he only came to see me at night!"

She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, lit another. Still terrified by her immense strength, I suppressed my anger and just yelled:

"Get to the point! You bitch!"

"When I was eight and a half months pregnant, my belly was huge. He told me we couldn't have sex anymore, but he would use other methods to make me reach orgasm and satisfy my desires. It turned out he used his mouth and hands. Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, letting him roam over my body, I was in ecstasy, experiencing one orgasm after another, and I didn't know what to do. He would only start kissing me when I was panting, gently biting my cheeks and neck. At first, I didn't pay much attention, thinking he was just trying to leave a lip print and hurt me too much, making me scream. But he would immediately comfort me, gently caressing and rubbing to arouse my lust, easily diverting my attention."

She took another deep drag on her cigarette, and in the meantime, I tried to gather my thoughts—

Good heavens! What is this? My mom is telling me about her sex life? What will happen next? Will my tutor become my great-uncle? -- But maybe Penthouse would be interested in this kind of story! When she blew smoke into my face again, I suddenly found her quite alluring, and the desire to get closer to her and kiss her slowly ignited within me! ...Damn! ...What kind of thought is this? "That night we were supposed to have European history class, but satisfying my lust with sexual games is always better than listening to about World War I, right? So I eagerly awaited the night. But fate

had other plans. Right after class, some idiots I'd never seen before came to see me. He hurriedly left with them, leaving me alone to complain endlessly. My mood plummeted, and I was listless and sickly the next day, looking like I was about to die!" "

The next few days were the same, causing me endless worry. About four days later, that guy resigned and left, which made me even more heartbroken. Not long after, I started vomiting, even vomiting blood, my eyes became sensitive to light, and I had severe diarrhea. Luckily, when labor pains started, my father took me to the hospital in time, ensuring my safety!"

"Your condition improved a lot after you were born, you were more comfortable, but after only a few days, you started vomiting everything you ate, leaving nothing behind. You're extremely afraid of light, always feeling uncomfortable from its glare. You're overly sensitive; if someone gets too close, even just making a face at me, it will terrify me."

She paused, staring silently at the cigarette in her hand until it was almost burned to her fingers before discarding it. Then she shook the pack, took out the last cigarette,

and lit it. I picked up the discarded pack and slowly, unconsciously, tore it to shreds. "I couldn't sleep at night. My precious sleep time was spent staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Finally, when the doctor came to check on me in the middle of the night, it triggered me to jump up and bite his neck!"

This part caught my attention. I dropped the cigarette pack in horror. She smiled at me, as if I were a freak! Actually, I was just listening intently.

"When the doctor lay there, lifeless, I couldn't think of anything else. The only thing that popped into my head was: he looked so handsome! I bent down and licked his neck. When he stopped bleeding, I lay on the floor and licked his blood. Even after I finished, I wasn't satisfied. I licked the blood off his shirt, even the blood that had spilled onto my hands. Finally, I took off his hospital gown and ate every last drop of the blood that had seeped onto it."

"After licking, I felt incredibly refreshed. Of course, I also realized that staying there was dangerous, so I grabbed a few clothes and ran away! I don't understand how things turned out this way. The stupidest thing was that I just left like that. You can imagine how frustrated I felt!"

I was still lost in thought, imagining her beautiful body as she tore off her gown, and couldn't quite grasp the thought. I didn't understand that she wanted me to say something, so after a moment of hesitation, I said:

"You were probably turned into a vampire by your tutor, weren't you?"

"Absolutely right! For the next few days, I hid everywhere. You can imagine how awful I was, suffering from sunburn and unbearable thirst. No matter what I tried to eat, I would immediately vomit it up. Later, I finally realized that what I needed was 'fresh blood.'"

"About a week later, I would drool at the mere smell of a person. If I could grab someone and suck on them, it would be incredibly wonderful. I found a scoundrel in Central Park and slit his throat with his own knife. Although he resisted fiercely, I was surprised to find that I, this weak woman, was much stronger than him—he was a full 1.5 feet tall and weighed at least three times my weight—in other words, he had a lot of fresh blood inside him! This operation kept me full for two weeks!"

At this moment, an indescribable feeling of helplessness and exhaustion washed over me. In other words, I was beginning to believe that she was indeed my mother. I could find some similarities—when she flicked her cigarette ash, I stretched out my arm for comparison and found that we were both so pale—after she flicked the ash, I immediately withdrew my hand.

"That's how it all happened. Dad called the police to declare me dead and arranged for you to be adopted. Because of my longing for you, I've been visiting various adoption agencies for several years now. I finally found your adoptive family, and last week I found your whereabouts. I'm even more interested in you now, so I came here to secretly observe you. I felt it was necessary to clarify things, so I made the call..."

Her words were interrupted by the bodyguard standing behind her chair.

He shouted, "The bar's closed!"

She glanced at the bodyguard and said, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"I was going to, but I heard you talking about some guy, and I didn't want to interrupt, so..."

Jennifer rolled her eyes at him and stood up:

"Okay, let's go, kid! Let's find a hotel. I want to get some fresh air, and I have so much to tell you..."

Being called "kid" by someone who looked only fifteen made me a little uncomfortable, even though she was my mother. But I was more afraid she'd call me that again and cause unnecessary trouble, so I grabbed my coat and followed her out the door. I was secretly hoping she'd say

something like, "By the way, kid! Your father is 'Henry Kissinger' or something."

(2) April 29, 1998

I took a taxi to a cheap hotel. Jennifer took off her clothes to shower, while I sat on the edge of the bed, carefully pondering and organizing what I had just heard.

Her words solved many of my mysteries, such as my sensitivity to light, my frequent vomiting, and my damned moral standards. I don't know why my ideas and beliefs, built up over twenty-three years, were completely changed by her words, but it really happened so beautifully and obviously!

Oh my god! I really can't accept it!

However, maybe I can use this as a topic to pick up girls, like: "Hey, baby! Want to see my coffin?"

Or: "Hey, baby! What's your blood type?"

Does this matter? Of course! I'm AB positive, I can eat any blood type! The bathroom door opened, and Jennifer, amidst the swirling steam, reached for a towel from the table and went inside. Without closing the door, she began drying herself, and I inevitably saw her naked body.

Her breasts were beautiful, full and firm, showing no signs of sagging. Her nipples and areolas were somewhat pale, but against her paper-white skin, they stood out.

As she dried her hair, her breasts trembled, incredibly alluring, making me stare, almost drooling. My gaze then moved downwards; her pubic hair was a shimmering golden yellow, and her hips were narrow like a man's, though her buttocks were perfectly round and beautiful!

Then I admired her beautiful legs, her exquisite body, and the glimpses of spring in her skin aroused my lust. My penis unconsciously hardened, but then a voice in my head reminded me: "She is my mother!"

This truly terrified me, leaving me completely at a loss, unsure of what to do. I could only turn on the TV.

At 3:17 AM on Friday, there weren't many programs left; the only ones available were coded adult shows. Frustrated, I flipped between two programs I'd never watched before, called "The Most Satisfying Family" and "Shadow." Suddenly, the screen showed naked people rolling around in bed having sex. I thought this would finally distract me from my mother.

However, this reminded me of my adoptive mother, about fifty years old, twenty pounds overweight, with only shriveled, sagging breasts. Thinking of this, all my lust vanished without a trace.

Jennifer emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, watching the television program and exclaiming, "This show is interesting!"

She then tossed her clothes onto a chair. "Looks like you've been affected by vampire saliva and are starting to change your constitution, aren't you?"

As she spoke, she rummaged through the pile of clothes until she found her panties—thin, small black silk stockings. She put them on, then cursed,

"Fuck it!"

She then pulled them off. For a moment, I was torn between watching TV and watching her put on and take off her underwear. Nevertheless, I complimented

her, saying, "Those underwear look great!"

She came over and sat down next to me on the bed.

"Alright! Now I should let you know some really interesting things. Tell me, have you been experiencing strange desires lately?"

As she leaned in (the towel looked like it was about to slip off), she kissed me tightly. I tried to speak, but she immediately thrust her tongue into my mouth, swirling and probing inside as if searching for something.

I froze, trying to push her away, but she held me tightly, continuing her probing. Slowly, slowly, I relaxed and began to respond to her passionate kiss.

She licked me as she pushed me down onto the bed, clamping my hips between her legs. I don't know how long it lasted before she straightened up, stopping the passionate kiss, and knelt on my lap, gazing at me as I lay on the bed. The angle of her open thighs perfectly exposed her tender flesh to me, making me feel hot and aroused. To my reaction, she responded with a charming, seductive smile.

She grabbed my clothes and easily tore them off, pulling me to kiss her parted, sexy lips. Her nipples pressed hard against my chest. I... well, I... well, actually, couldn't make any movement, because she was so strong. I was afraid—what if her other muscles were as powerful as her arms?

She released me, and I immediately slumped back onto the bed. She leaned down to my crotch, and I had no idea what was going to happen, so I could only wait and see. She grabbed my jeans, unbuttoned them, and used her teeth to pull down the zipper. She reached down to my crotch and slowly pulled down my underwear. I could feel her breath on my skin, but it wasn't what I had ever seen before—her breath was colder than the air conditioning in the room.

Seeing her move her teeth closer to my penis sent chills down my spine and filled me with terror. When she moved to kiss me, my whole body tensed with fear, but as she kissed me, I slowly relaxed—nothing should happen. She kissed my body inch by inch, until she reached my thighs and began to suck on my penis, licking and rolling the glans with her tongue, making me feel incredibly comfortable.

Then she swallowed the entire thing whole, slid it up and down, her tongue constantly licking and rolling. I could clearly feel her sharp teeth scraping against my skin as she slid up and down. This feeling filled me with both excitement and terror. I wonder if you can understand my thoughts and feelings right now? My hands involuntarily reached out and pulled her face to my face. We embraced and kissed, and she used her hips to rub and knead my penis. When she swallowed my hot, hard penis with her wet labia like she was eating a "Big Hamburger," she couldn't help but moan softly in a wanton way! Then she lay face down and hugged me lasciviously. I took a deep breath and raised my hips to cooperate with her thrusting and rubbing. She twisted and writhed on top of me, her nipples rubbing against my chest. She moved her mouth from mine to her left ear and breathed softly, making me tremble with excitement!

I reached out and grasped her full breasts, gently rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She gasped and moaned, her body writhing tightly against me. My heart pounded with tension and excitement; I almost ejaculated.

Just as I felt myself about to climax, I gripped her tightly, spraying streams of hot semen into her womb, mentally shouting:

"So good, so exciting! I fucked my mother, I fucked my mother!"

Less than two minutes later, she reached her climax too, thrusting rapidly and violently. She pressed her mouth tightly against my neck, and I immediately felt a sharp pain, but in this crucial moment, who cared about such trivial matters! When she panted and leaned over me again, I slowly calmed down and relaxed, only then realizing she was sucking my blood.

Ever since the thought of my mother surfaced, letting her suck my blood became less important than her lustful, plump figure! Perhaps if I had considered this, I would have ruthlessly refused, because this change had terribly affected me—but that's hindsight, of course!

After sucking to her satisfaction, she rolled off me and went into the bathroom. I lay on the bed, watching her buttocks sway back and forth with satisfied, relaxed, and pleasurable eyes! I reached down and touched my neck, feeling the still-wet blood; I hoped it wouldn't stain the sheets too much!

Lying quietly on the bed, as the wonderful passion of sex gradually faded, I reflected on what had just happened. I had truly become my mother. I had never seen her before tonight, and what was even more astonishing was that she should be forty years old, yet she possessed the body of a teenage girl!

Not only that, she also drank my blood. But from another perspective, she needed blood, and I could provide it. Besides, my body was a gift from her, so what harm was there in letting her drink a little?

The above is the story of how I became a vampire—my mother, who disappeared twenty-three years ago, is a vampire. She found me, seduced me, aroused my passion, and then sucked my blood in return.

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt my stomach rumbling with hunger! I stood up, picked up the towel Jennifer [my mother] had left on the floor, and wiped the blood from my neck and chest. I then discovered that the wounds I thought would be incredibly painful had already healed. I put on my underwear and pants, zipping them up while searching for my missing shirt. When I found it, I discovered the front had been torn in half. I had no choice but to put on my coat and walk out, cursing all the while. It was dark outside, and there wasn't a soul in sight. I wandered aimlessly in the darkness, feeling terrible. I really wanted to find someone to punch and vent my anger. Even if my mother appeared now, I think I would still punch her without hesitation. And despite everything that had happened, I didn't care at all.

A cold wind blew, chilling me to the bone. Even though I clutched my coat tightly, it didn't help. The streetlights made me nervous and anxious. My sunglasses were probably left on the bed, or maybe my mother had already broken them. I wanted to get away from the light as quickly as possible, so I turned into an alley. The darkness of the alley made me feel more comfortable, and I sat down to rest on an old crate.

After sitting for a while, I smelled something. Sniffing more closely, I realized it was a strong, pungent odor of sweat. I hate sweat, but what did this smell mean? It meant someone was nearby! I was just looking for someone to contact—it was like finding a needle in a haystack! I was ready to give him a "very cruel," "very inhuman" contact!

The guy's voice drew closer, like he was humming a tune. I moved to the corner of the alley to keep an eye on him when he appeared. The closer he got, the stronger the stench of sweat became. I grabbed a nearby hose—I was so nervous I didn't even care that the hose was only as long as a beer bottle. The guy got closer and closer, then his shadow appeared on the sidewalk. Without thinking, I rushed onto the sidewalk and blocked his way!

The girl with him shouted, "Zhou!..."

and then screamed and ran away. (How did a girl get there? How come I didn't notice?)

I knocked the guy to the ground, turned him over to face me, and he tried to push me away, but I held him down tightly and quickly bit his throat! He struggled for a few moments before I crushed his throat. I lifted his head and slammed him onto the sidewalk; he died within seconds.

Finally, I could properly enjoy my prey, and the excitement made my chest burn. I opened my mouth wide, lowered my head to his neck, and sucked his blood as much as I could. The blood feast filled me with satisfaction, and I felt my face gradually turning red. This feeling was wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!

I sucked until I was completely dry, and I didn't waste any of the blood that splattered around me. I tore open the guy's shirt to use as a scoop, then squatted down and licked the blood off the shirt as thoroughly as possible.

The whole experience was unbelievable; the tension was even more thrilling than the first time I lied. Although it was so unusual, I felt incredibly energetic for the first time!

I threw down the shirt, turned around, and walked back towards the hotel. I had so much to tell my mother!

Part Two: Making Love with a Vampire

My mother insisted I learn more about vampire culture. I didn't know vampires had a culture; in fact, before this, I didn't even believe vampires existed.

But like all vampires, my vampire mother appeared, disregarding me, and carried out all the actions, so now I'm one of them. Frankly

, if I had a choice, I'd rather win the lottery than do this, but it's too late. I can never go back to being a normal person!

I was publicly declared dead, so my credit cards became unusable, and my life suddenly became difficult. My mother lent me some money to buy clothes; my clothes were torn or stained with blood that day.

The only place in the New York area open at night was unusually crowded that day. After much searching, I finally found a place selling vampire merchandise and bought the whole set. Annoyingly, it was only available in black, even the underwear was black, which made me very uncomfortable. But Mom comforted me, saying I'd get used to it after a while.

One great thing is: one meal can keep you full for a week or even longer. You might have seen in movies that vampires poke a pretty little hole to suck blood, but that's complete nonsense!

Everyone knows that to get blood to flow, you have to tear or bite a larger hole. When Mom bit me, she was so careful and trembling, afraid of hurting me; that's not something ordinary techniques can achieve!

Another discovery is that female vampires are more sexually active; they can have sex whenever they want. Male vampires, on the other hand, can't get an erection when hungry, so unless they've "eaten" on New Year's Day, they can't have sex. Mom told me that vampires basically rely on drinking blood to enter their bloodstream and then gradually absorb it as their own. I playfully said to Mom,

"Oh, I see! No wonder they can't get an erection without drinking blood!"

Mom is clearly a sex maniac. She absolutely forbids me from being alone with her, even when I can't get an erection at all. She firmly believes that I don't need a hard penis to make her happy!

To be honest, I have a million reasons not to follow Mom around all day (I call her "Mom" not because I really consider her, but as a nickname, and it's easier to say than "Jennifer"). She must be forty, but she looks only sixteen, and her actions and behavior are like a twelve-year-old girl whose appearance has been altered by excessive hormonal stimulation. This is exactly what I dreamed of when I was a teenager—beautiful, with full breasts, and willing to let me have sex with her—and I finally found her and have her.

My mother is undeniably a great sex partner, but unfortunately, she lacks extensive social experience. So while one-night stands are exciting, after a while, I really wish I could leave her to catch my breath!

My mother once told me about a vampire bar somewhere and its general layout. I wanted to experience it, unsure if it would be helpful, but I wanted to make a breakthrough. Besides, I had recently had a good meal and had some cash from that unfortunate vampire, so I hailed a taxi and headed straight to the "Vallad" bar.

My mother and I met at what was arguably the lowest-class bar I'd ever seen. But "Vallad" looked even worse from the outside—it didn't look like a bar at all!

A few cars were haphazardly parked in an old parking lot, and there was a makeshift warehouse made of planks. My mother had told me the details, so I recognized it without any difficulty. Stepping out of the taxi, I walked straight to the wall that read "Valard is Here." Next to the sign was an old door, so old that even the door knocker was worn, but it opened easily.

The interior of "Valard" wasn't as bad as it looked from the outside. Although the lighting was dim and unnatural, everything was still clearly visible. This was the first time I'd encountered so many people dressed in black since my grandfather's funeral when I was twelve.

Most of them (I guessed they were all vampires?) were gathered around the bar, sitting at tables, some dancing, or doing other things. It was like a high-class bar, the only difference being that human bars didn't have so many people drinking "Bloody Marys."

Not knowing what to do, I went to the bar and sat down. The bartender, also a vampire, asked what I wanted to drink. I asked,

"Is there anything good to drink?"

"Yes! Can you drink liquids?"

I had never noticed this before, so I just stared at him blankly.

"You're new here, right?"

"Yes, just joined about a week ago. Could you tell me what you mean by 'can I drink liquids'?"

"Some vampires can drink liquids other than blood."

I secretly guessed that my mother must have been out hooking up with rich guys and drinking their semen. The bartender seemed to sense my thoughts, so he said,

"Actually, you can easily get used to many things, and alcohol is one of them."

"Okay, then give me something mild!"

The bartender started rummaging around behind the bar, and I took the opportunity to look around. I saw a human girl sitting at a table; she saw me too and walked towards me.

"Sir, your drink."

The bartender said, and I turned to take it—a tall wine glass filled with a dark red liquid, with a cocktail shaker stick in it—then I turned back to face the girl.

The girl was as beautiful as a model; she wasn't wearing black, so she stood out in the crowd.

She wore a red dress that was so short it barely covered anything, and with every movement, I could clearly see most of her breasts. Judging from the scene, it seemed she was doing it on purpose; she was deliberately letting me see her breasts!

The girl walked to the stool next to me, sat down, and said, "Hi! My name is Aimee," extending her hand with a slight smile.

"I am David."

I replied, taking her hand in mine. It felt wonderful to hold her warm hand again. Vampires, or their environment, are mostly kept at around 90 degrees Fahrenheit, while normal people are much hotter.

"What brings you here?" I asked. "Do you know this is a vampire's lair?"

Aimi smiled slightly again and said,

"Humans often come here too. This place is like a singles bar. Vampires come here to find food and sex partners, and people come here hoping the vampires will satisfy them."

These words greatly surprised me: "Why...why...why..."

"Vampire saliva is like an anesthetic, making people feel incredibly pleasurable! Ingesting their saliva is truly a pleasurable thing! Didn't you notice when you were biting them?"

"Um...um...um..."

I'm not sure about that. To be honest, when Mom told me the truth, my mind was a complete mess. Besides, when Mom bit me, I was practically a vampire already; Mom was just completing the act.

Perhaps vampire saliva has no effect on vampires at all—that must be it!

"Believe me, it'll make you feel like you're in heaven!"

Aimi said happily, turning her body, thus revealing the front of her clothes.

I've seen women's bodies quite often lately, but Mom has never teased or seduced me like this. Mom always just takes off her clothes and immediately starts making love.

Maybe I should pick up this girl and try something new with her.

I took a sip of my drink; it tasted like blood mixed with whiskey. Since my stomach was empty, it quickly made me feel nauseous. I hadn't expected this thing to be so potent. I immediately put it on the table and asked,

"Aren't you afraid the vampire will bite you?"

"No! If I were so afraid, wouldn't I be eliminating any chance? You should know that vampires only seek blood when they're bloodless, so I never go after hungry vampires. Besides, if they were that hungry, they'd be in big trouble… their organs wouldn't be working properly!"

At this point, Aimi laughed again.

Hearing this, you, dear readers, should understand what this little girl wants, right? I wasn't sure if I was interested, so I picked up my glass and took another sip.

Soon after, my body changed; I felt warm all over.

"Male vampires are generally much more interesting than men..."

Aimi leaned forward and said,

"What I mean is, besides going out in the sun, vampires can do everything men can. Most importantly, you don't have to worry about many things. For example, they don't transmit diseases, and no matter how much you play around, you don't have to worry about getting pregnant."

Aimi rubbed her foot up and down my thigh as she spoke.

Not knowing how to respond, I simply picked up my glass and drank it all in one gulp... This little girl is a bit difficult.

Ugh! What's going on? I won't lose anything; I'm already "sentenced to death." Besides, no matter how you look at it, she's much more fun and interesting than my mother! Thinking of this, I stood up and said, "I'd like to try it out. Want to join me?"

Aimee stood up and snuggled closer to me: "Sounds pretty good, of course I can't miss it!"

Good heavens, look what reward I got!

We hailed a taxi back to the hotel where my mother and I were staying. I knew my mother definitely wasn't there; I knew her too well. Without me around, she would definitely find someone else to relieve her itch, especially since she told me she was "hungry."

As soon as we entered the room, before I even had time to close the door, Aimee immediately grabbed my head and kissed me deeply and forcefully, then passionately thrust her tongue into my mouth. As

soon as I opened my lips, Aimee seemed impatient to slip them inside, and began to linger and swirl them around, completely immersed in the pleasure it brought.

After a long, long time, she finally kissed me while pulling me towards the bed, her body twisting and turning. As soon as we reached the edge, I pushed her away and took off my shirt. Last time, my mother had ripped my shirt in half under similar circumstances, and I didn't want it to be torn again this time.

Taking advantage of this moment, Aimi threw away her purse, pulled open her top, and exposed her breasts.

Honestly, her figure was several times better than my mother's, but I didn't have time to pay attention to it because my gaze was drawn to the numerous white marks, each about an inch in size, on her body, even her breasts.

Just as I tried to examine these marks more closely, Aimi gave me no chance and immediately kissed me, simultaneously pulling me close, and we fell onto the bed together, her on top of me.

I hate it when women take the initiative during sex, so I decided to change things up. I kicked off my shoes, reached out with one hand to unzip my pants, and with the other hand began to caress her breasts. Aimi stopped kissing and let out a few soft moans.

Under my caresses, her nipples began to swell and harden, but I stopped immediately because her skin was covered in scars and felt rough to the touch. As

soon as I stopped, Aimi sat up slightly, looking at me, then forcefully pulled down my pants, dragging them to my knees, and then my underwear.

My penis sprang out with a thud. Only today did I notice for the first time how horribly pale it had become.

But the paleness of my penis didn't scare Aimi away. Without hesitation, she reached out her delicate hand and grabbed it, beginning to rub and play with it. First, she played with it gently and slowly, then she began to stroke it quickly. Honestly, Aimi's technique for playing with my penis was top-notch, making me feel incredibly comfortable and ecstatic, and my whole body gradually relaxed.

I felt her lips touch my glans, and I immediately reached out and gently pushed her away, saying,

"No, no, no, just use your hand..."

My mother often played with it with her mouth, especially since her teeth were so sharp. To be honest, I was tired of that method and wanted to try something different.

Aimi moved her head away and quickly grabbed my penis with her hand again. Soon, I felt my muscles tense comfortably; I was probably close to orgasm. The stimulation made me arch my back and shake my head repeatedly.

Aimi slowly slowed down, finally gently holding my penis until I ejaculated.

Since becoming a vampire, I've noticed how different orgasms are. Just like I don't need to breathe to survive anymore, so I no longer feel breathless or suffocated, my ejaculation is also very different... Strangely, nothing came out of my penis... I can no longer produce semen!

Aimi seemed quite used to this situation, standing up without a care and stripping off the rest of her clothes.

I was curious to see if her white bruises covered her entire body. However, before I could even look, Aimi grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down onto her.

Well, since that's how it is, I'll take the initiative and have some fun!

First, I kissed her lips, then began to gently move my kisses around her, finally giving her a brief, light kiss on the throat.

Aimee let out a soft moan, tilting her head back. Seeing her alluring appearance, I actually wanted to move my gaze down to her breasts, but those scars were utterly repulsive, so I only kissed around her throat, while simultaneously caressing her smoother back.

Aimee continued to moan, twisting her body towards the headboard, then spreading her legs wide in front of me—exactly what I was waiting for, so I unceremoniously thrust my penis inside.

After a while of vigorous thrusting, Aimee reached out and pressed my head against her chest. To be honest, I really didn't like kissing her scars, but she seemed to enjoy it. I guessed I'd encountered a little pervert, so I began to thrust rapidly and violently, hoping to distract her.

This tactic worked perfectly. Aimi released my head, put one arm around my shoulder, and moved the other to caress my chest.

Soon, we were both writhing wildly. Aimi writhed and moaned first, reaching orgasm, and I quickly followed suit. However, for some reason, I felt unsatisfied.

Clearly, Aimi experienced more pleasure than I did. Perhaps I was jealous of her, or perhaps I resented her initiative, which left me feeling unsatisfied.

For the past few weeks, everything I did had been completely controlled by my mother, which is why I longed for something different. Perhaps I wanted to be in control, or perhaps I was simply unwilling to be controlled by others—that's all. Finally, the

conflicted couple separated. I rolled onto the bed, while Aimi sat up, swayed to the other side, picked up her wallet, and carefully searched through it, finally finding a folding knife.

Aimi opened the knife, then turned to face me, sat on the bed with her legs wide open, and said, "Dinner time!"

At this moment, I finally saw clearly that the scars on her body started from her shoulders, extending all the way to her knees, with the most numerous scars on her chest and hips. I couldn't tell how closely the scars were located, but I could clearly describe their general outline.

Before I could react, Aimi made a cut on the inside of her thigh, about an inch below the junction of her buttocks and thigh.

Blood began to slowly seep from the wound, and I just stared blankly, unable to believe she would do such a thing. Aimi said in an almost hoarse voice,

"How about it? Want some?"

I got off the bed, walked closer to Aimi, grabbed her arm, and said, "Why the hell did you do this?"

"I want you to drink my blood. I know you don't have fangs yet, so I'll do this myself..."

Blood dripped onto the sheets, looking like delicious food, but I wasn't hungry. That drink from the bar had already made me quite full. Anyway, I just didn't want to consume her.

I understood what she wanted, and honestly, I wanted it too, but I had already had sex with her, and besides, I really didn't want to consume her.

What I mean is, since I became a vampire, every man and woman I've eaten has died without having their throats crushed by me, no matter how cute or charming the girl was. Of course, I would never use them as sex partners.

"Aimee, I'm really not hungry right now. Why don't you bandage your wound? Maybe next time I'll drink your blood!"

Aimee stood up and faced me, saying, "David, do you really think that?"

"I'm sorry, Aimee! I really, really can't eat anymore. Next time, okay?"

Aimee stomped her foot angrily and said, "Damn it, I'm not just here for sex! Come on! Drink my blood!"

The blood had stopped seeping, but it still looked delicious.

"Aimee! Listen to me, I... really... am... not... hungry..."

I sat down and put on my pants. Aimi grabbed a knife and slashed her wrist again.

"You owe me, drink!"

she said, grabbing my hair and forcibly shoving her wrist into my mouth.

Some blood flowed into my mouth. I pushed her wrist away forcefully, angrily saying,

"Aimi! What are you doing?"

"I want you to drink my blood, you damn thing! I mean, sex is nothing compared to being drunk on, I—want—you—to drink—my blood!"

At this point, it was very clear that Aimi genuinely needed help.

"Aimi, I really don't want to, and you can't force me to do it. If you really need help, find another vampire! I really don't want to talk right now."

Aimi twisted her wrist, leaving some dirty blood on my palm, and said,

"I don't like being used like an idiot! I mean, I give you what you want, can't you give me the same in return?"

I picked up my shoes and put them on while saying, "You also crave sexual pleasure, so why should I suck your blood?"

Aimi screamed, "I'm just doing what you say!"

Aimi was really angry; she slapped her buttocks with both hands, looking like she wanted to hit me with a stick!

I grabbed my shirt and stood up, saying,

"Aimei, that's it. I don't owe you anything. I'm leaving. If you really want to be sucked dry, put your clothes back on and go back to the bar or somewhere else!"

I walked towards the door, shirt in hand. Behind me, I heard angry stomping and heavy footsteps, followed by the loud slamming of the bathroom door.

My mother stood outside, tightly embracing and kissing a tall man, whose hands were groping her buttocks.

I didn't care at all, nor did I care if I disturbed them. I said,

"Mom! There's an unreasonable girl in there. Whether you keep her or kick her out, I don't care. I'm leaving. Goodbye!"

My mother didn't say anything, and I left.

I wandered around Central Park for a while, not even encountering a ghost. That was good, allowing me to calm down and think things through.

I've never liked being used, but Aimi just wanted me to suck her blood [although the whole thing seems absurd, it's absolutely true].

How do I want Aimi to see me? A fleeting affair, short-lived sex… I expect to treat everyone the way my mother treated me. The problem is, I chose the wrong person. How do I know Aimi is different from other "fallen girls"?

Thinking about this made me incredibly frustrated, so I wandered around again, rethinking the whole thing.

I wanted sex, Aimi wanted to be sucked, I got sexual pleasure, but gave her nothing. There was something, something—in my memory, it was probably a wonderful orgasm!

But, that shouldn't count, right? I wandered in the darkness for a long, long time before finally sitting down on a bench to think things through again.

Thinking about her peculiar obsession with beauty, anyone who would cut themselves like that must be more than just "crazy," right? I should put myself in her shoes and consider her feelings.

Besides, if my saliva could actually stop her pain and make her feel better, what would I lose?

Clearly, after this incident, I haven't had the energy to wander around or hunt for a while.

I've also realized that spending time with my mother doesn't actually help me at all.

Some things important in my life have been severely torn to shreds, and I need time to piece them back together… but I just don't know where to begin…

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