Vampire Mom

(1)
When the taxi stopped in front of the bar, I paid the fare and stepped out of the car, and I started to regret it! The place looked almost unbelievably dirty and messy. The parking lot was full of crushed beer cans, broken bottles, and a few disgusting cockroaches crawling on it. The neon signs even misspelled the words. I couldn't believe I came to a place like this... After work, I asked a girl to go home. While we were busy talking about love, the phone rang, which was very unpleasant. Since we were in the middle of a passionate conversation, we let it ring. However, the other party seemed more patient and wouldn't hang up. After about twenty-seven or eight rings, I reluctantly answered, picking up the receiver and replying impatiently,
"Hello!"
A woman's voice came from the other end of the line: "David? Giannis?" "Yes! If it's not important, call back later. I'm extremely busy." "It is important. I hope to meet with you to discuss it!" "Listen! If I violated you, fucked you! Go find my lawyer; otherwise, please don't bother me, I..." "Your voice sounds like it's been fucked by a dog! Listen! I..." I suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. I've been vomiting for no reason lately, probably from catching the flu or something that's upset my stomach. "Excuse me, please wait a moment!" I hung up 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 returned to 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, it's practically 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 in shock!
I slowly sat down, thinking about the whole thing. Maybe I slept with this woman and contracted a strange sexually transmitted disease. I thought, uncovering the truth shouldn't be such a big deal!
Looking back at the bedroom, Kelly had slipped away while I was on the phone. Damn it! I have a day off tomorrow and nothing to do all day! How pathetic! ... I walked into the bar, and oh my god! 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 annoyance, until I was almost impatient, when a woman shuffled in. My first impression of her was that of a streetwalker looking for another transaction, but I thought seeing her was more comfortable than seeing this place!
The woman looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. The dim lighting in the bar made her waist-length blonde hair appear reddish! Her skin also looked somewhat eerie. Her black tank top and jeans, needless to say, took on a bleak 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.
"What do you need?" I asked.
She sighed softly, reached into her purse, and took out cigarettes. I tossed her a paper match from the ashtray. She lit her cigarette and tossed it back. After
taking a few deep drags, she smoothed her hair, placed her hand on the back of the chair, leaned back, 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 interested in my past! This, this, this… I really can't open up to her; we're just strangers, but I don't want to be rude! Even stranger: 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!" I grabbed my coat from the chair to leave, but she quickly grabbed my wrist with a strength rarely seen in people, so strong that I fell 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 red glow of the cigarette butt as she inhaled, as if flames were shooting out of 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 doubted whether it was true or not.
"Back then, I was just 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 just too ignorant back then, afraid to let anyone know. I started quitting smoking and drinking, but I still wandered around. Later, as my belly grew bigger every day, I had to drop out of school, and my father hired a tutor to teach me. 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 one, and I was still terrified of her immense strength, so I suppressed my anger and just shouted:
"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 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, having 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! As she blew smoke into my face again, I suddenly found her quite alluring, and the desire to get closer and kiss her slowly ignited within me! ...Damn! ...What kind of thought is this? ... "That night I was supposed to have European history class, but satisfying my lust through sexual games is always better than listening to about World War I! 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 until the next day, looking like I was about to die!" "The next few days were the same, causing me endless distress. About four days later, that guy resigned and left, which made me even more heartbroken. Not long after, I started vomiting, even vomiting blood, and my eyes..." "I was sensitive to light and had severe diarrhea. Luckily, my father took me to the hospital just before I started labor pains, which kept me safe!" "After you were born, your condition improved a lot, and you felt more comfortable. But after only a few days, you started vomiting everything you ate, leaving nothing behind. You were extremely sensitive to light, always feeling uncomfortable from the glare. You were overly sensitive; if someone got too close, even just making a face at me would terrify you." 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. I spent my precious sleep time staring at the ceiling and daydreaming. Finally, when the doctor came to check on me in the middle of the night, I was so agitated that I jumped up and bit 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 went and licked the blood off the floor. Even after I finished, I wasn't satisfied. I licked the blood off his shirt, and even the blood that got on my hands. Finally, I took off his hospital gown and ate all the blood that had been sprayed on it." "After licking, I felt incredibly refreshed. Of course, I was also aware that staying there was not a good idea, so I quickly 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 probably understand how frustrated I felt!" I was still immersed in imagining her beautiful body as she tore off her hospital gown. I couldn't quite come to my senses and didn't realize that she wanted me to say something. After a while, I said:
"You must have been turned into a vampire by your tutor, right?" "Absolutely right! In the days that followed, I hid everywhere. You can imagine how miserable 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 whenever I smelled a human body. If I could grab someone and suck on them, it would be 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 this guy—he was a full 1.5 feet tall and weighed at least three times as much as me—in other words, he had a lot of fresh blood in his body! This operation kept me full for two weeks!" At this moment, an indescribable feeling of helplessness and exhaustion overwhelmed me. In other words, I had begun 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 the past few years. 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 this call..." Her words were interrupted by the bodyguard standing behind her chair.
He shouted, "The bar is closed!"
She glanced at the bodyguard and said, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"
"I was going to say so, but I heard you talking about some guy fucking you, 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 take a shower, and I also have so much to tell you..." Being called "kid" by someone who looked only fifteen years old made me a little unhappy, even though she was my mother. But I was more afraid that she would call me again and cause unnecessary trouble, so I picked up my coat and walked with her to the door. On the one hand, I hoped that she would say:
"By the way, kid! Your father is 'Henry Kissinger' or something."
(2)
We took a taxi to a cheap hotel. Jennifer took off her clothes to take a shower, while I sat on the edge of the bed and carefully thought about and sorted out what I had just heard.
These words solved many of my mysteries, such as: my light-sensitive eyes, my frequent vomiting, and my damn 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!
But maybe I can use this as a conversation starter, like, "Hey baby! Want to see my coffin?" or "Hey baby! What's your blood type?" Does it matter? Of course! I'm AB positive, I can eat any blood type! The bathroom door opened, and Jennifer, amidst the swirling smoke, reached for a towel on the table and went inside. Without closing the door, she started drying herself, and I inevitably saw her naked body.
Her breasts were beautiful, full, firm, and elastic, showing no signs of sagging. Her nipples and areolas were a little pale, and because her skin was as white as paper, they stood out even more.
As she dried her hair, her breasts trembled, truly alluring, making me stare blankly, almost drooling. My gaze then moved downwards. Her pubic hair and head were both a shiny golden yellow. Her hips were narrow like a man's, but her buttocks were round and beautiful!
I admired her beautiful legs, her exquisite body, and the glimpses of spring in her skin aroused my lust. My penis unconsciously became erect. But then a voice in my head reminded me: "She is my mother!" This terrified me, leaving me helpless and at a loss. I could only turn on the TV.
It was 3:17 AM on Friday, and there weren't many programs left, only coded adult shows. I reluctantly switched between two programs I'd never watched before, called "The Most Satisfying Family" and "Shadow." Suddenly, I saw a scene of naked people rolling around in bed having sex. I thought this would 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, glancing at the television and exclaiming, "This show's 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?" she said, rummaging through the pile of clothes until she found her underwear—thin, small black silk. She put it on, then immediately began cursing:
"Fuck it!" she
said, pulling down her underwear again. For a moment, I didn't know whether to watch TV or watch her put on and take off her underwear, but I still complimented her, saying,
"Those underwear look great!"
She came over and sat down next to me on the bed:
"Okay! Now I should let you know some really interesting things. Tell me, have you been having 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. My emotions slowly, slowly relaxed, and I began to respond to her passionate kiss.
She teased me with her tongue 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 vulva 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 penis, but it wasn't what I'd 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 over 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 sucking on my penis, licking and rolling the glans with her tongue, making me feel incredibly comfortable and tingling.
Then she took my entire penis into her mouth and began to slide it up and down, her tongue constantly rolling and licking. I could clearly feel her sharp teeth scraping against my skin as she slid up and down. This feeling both excited and terrified me. Can you imagine my thoughts and feelings right now? My hands involuntarily reached out and pulled her face to mine. We embraced and kissed, and she rubbed her hips against mine. When her wet labia devoured my hot, hard cock like a burger, she couldn't help but moan softly with lust! Then she lay face down and hugged me, and I took a deep breath, lifting my hips to match her thrusts and rubs. She twisted and writhed on top of me, her nipples rubbing against my chest, and she moved her mouth from mine to her left ear, breathing softly, sending shivers of excitement through me!
I reached out and grasped her full breasts, gently rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She gasped and moaned, her whole body pressing tightly against me, twisting and turning. My heart pounded with tension and excitement, and I almost came.
As I felt myself about to ejaculate, I gripped her tightly, spraying waves of hot semen into her womb, mentally shouting,
"So good, so exciting! I fucked my mom, I fucked my mom!" Less than two minutes later, she reached her climax, 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 cares about such trivial matters! When she panted and leaned over me again, I slowly calmed down and relaxed, only to find her sucking my blood.
Ever since the thought of fucking my mother surfaced, letting her suck my blood had become less important than fucking her slutty, fat cunt! Perhaps if I had considered this, I would have ruthlessly refused, because this change made me feel terrible—but that's hindsight!
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 pleasure! I reached down and touched my neck, feeling the still-wet blood. I hoped it wasn't too much and would stain the sheets!
Lying quietly on the bed, as the wonderful passion of sex gradually faded, I began to savor the experience. I really had sex with my mother. I had never seen her before tonight, and what was even more astonishing was that she should be forty years old, but she had 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 given to me by her, so what did it matter if she drank a little?
The above is the truth behind my becoming a vampire—my mother, who had been missing for twenty-three years, was a vampire. She found me, seduced me, made me passionately fuck her, and then drank my blood in return.
[The End]

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