My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 10: Call Me Mommy
“Sh-shit! What are you doing to my body?” Seamus gasped, gritting his teeth.
His whole body was on fire, overwhelmed, pulsing, on the verge of breaking.
Isolde only laughed, slow and mocking, her fingers already trailing lower. Her touch wasn’t kind, it was controlled and dangerously sexy.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, her hand wrapping around his twitching shaft that was still covered, making him hiss.
“You didn’t know? A vampire’s bite is excruciatingly painful ... that’s why our saliva releases a powerful aphrodisiac. To dull the agony. To make you feel good instead.”
She tugged his pants and underwear down in one graceful motion, letting his cock spring free: red, thick, twitching with need. The veins stood out, throbbing under her touch.
“My, my ... what an eager young man,” she purred.
Her fingers circled the swollen head, thumb pressing down over the sensitive slit. Seamus jerked, clutching at the white sheets beneath him.
“St-stop...” he panted, his voice weak and conflicted.
His heart didn’t want to betray Viviane.
Even if she had betrayed him first by not telling him what she truly was, trapped him in this sick household, and turned him into a vampire or not based on Isolde.
Isolde’s smile turned to a pout of mock disappointment. “Why?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Afraid of cheating on dear little Viviane?”
His eyes widened. Did she just read his mind?
Her lips curved into something wicked. “Oh, don’t worry, my darling. Viviane knows ... and she agrees to share you.”
“Wh-what?” he stammered.
“Yes. It seems her kind of love is a little different, hmm?” She leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “But don’t worry. As a good mother, I’ll help soothe your heartbreak.”
Before he could react, her grip tightened around his cock, veins throbbing against her palm. His body tensed, helpless, too far gone.
The aphrodisiac in his blood was stronger than his will now. His mind fogged. His hips twitched under her touch.
He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to think about Viviane. Or the transformation. Or his father.
Not now.
Right now, the only thing that existed was his silver-haired stepmother stroking his aching cock with a face full of wicked amusement.
And it made him even harder.
“You really are easy to influence, aren’t you?” she whispered. “But that’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’s going to help you become a real man.”
She shifted, lying between his legs. Her face hovered in front of his throbbing cock, tongue darting out to lick along the underside—slowly, from base to tip—making his shaft glisten with spit.
Seamus groaned, breath ragged. “F-fuck...”
“You like it, boy?” she murmured, her voice sultry, laced with hunger.
He nodded, dazed, hand trembling as he pushed his fingers through her soft silver hair. Then she moved to his balls, licking them clean, worshipping them with her tongue.
He nearly lost it.
“Hahhh ... damn...” he muttered, struggling to keep himself grounded as she sucked his balls into her mouth, rolling them on her tongue like candy.
Seamus thought that Viviane was the kinkiest woman he had ever met, but it seemed like her mother was far more deprived than her.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.