Chapter 4

Mom now approached me on her knees, a strange gleam in her eyes as she took me into her mouth. It was a very sudden epiphany on her part ... and it seemed to put a bit more spring into her step, a little more life into her soul. I pulled her closer, caressing her face and stroking her hair as she started sucking my cock in earnest. Something in her eyes ... what was it, anyway? I had to know.

“Victoria Diane Larson, what is going on in that sneaky human mind of yours?” I demanded to know of Mom as I ran my fingers through that haircut of hers ... yes, the “Rachel” inspired by Jennifer Aniston from friends.

“Please ... call me Vicky?” Mom asked me to my surprise ... not asking to be called “Mom,” but “Vicky” instead.

“Okay, Vicky ... what’s going on in that mind of yours?” I persisted as I fucked Mom’s face rather vigorously, too.

“I had hopes that ... if I pleased you enough, you’d ... turn me? I don’t even know how you would do it, but I would love to be turned. I swear, I’ll be the best vampire bride ever ... I swear to Dracula or whoever you hold sacred, whatever you want ... I want to live forever, never grow old, and never lose my beauty ... pretty please?” Mom begged me while sucking my stiff prick, of course.

“Mom ... Vicky, I don’t even know how to turn someone yet, but I’ll consider your request under advisement. I wouldn’t like to train a pet only to lose her to death or menopause or whatever else might make you less than fully available for satisfying my needs,” I considered what she said while still shoving my vampire dick down her throat.

“You prick! How dare you fuck my wife’s face!” I heard Jerry from behind and my blood ran cold.

I looked at the bedroom ... it was dusk. That meant only one thing ... somehow, if I drained a human, at dusk ... at sunset, they would turn. They would become Nosferatu, the undead, a creature of the night ... another vampire like me. Well, there was only room for one male vampire in this household ... me. I wasn’t about to let Jerry come back swinging ... literally swinging a bat. A baseball bat. He swung at me and I caught it. The fool chose a wooden bat, too.

“You fool!” I chuckled as I seized the bat and broke off enough of it to make a stake.

Jerry dodged the stake the first few times, now trying to knock me out with his fists. Well, he was a boxer by trade, so that made a great deal of sense for him. It just wasn’t the brightest move, but then Jerry was never the sharpest tool in the shed. And he had really pissed me off by interrupting my first ever blowjob ... from Mom, no less!

“Back for more, huh? Must be a glutton for punishment, dickhead!” I taunted Jerry, wanting him to abandon caution and fly off into a rage.

“You stupid little worm ... she’s MINE! MINE! You sick, motherfucking bastard! And you, disgusting little worm, sucking your own son’s cock? A vampire cock! Ugh!” Jerry predictably flew off the handle and I went for my opening.

I drove that wooden stake straight into his chest, somehow knowing where the heart was on instinct. Jerry screamed just before his body collapsed into dust. I grabbed the broom in a rush and swept up the last of Jerry, actually pleased that evidence of him was now and forever unrecognizable. I had pulled off a Buffy ... no, not the laying part, but the slaying part (though she really was misnamed ... she fucked ‘em as much as she slew them). I had dusted my first ever vampire ... my own stepfather, who I had just turned earlier that day.

“Now, where were we? My groin is thankfully recovered enough from that kick by Stacey, it would seem. Come on, Vicky ... do your wifely duty! Suck your new man’s cock!” I brought Mom close to me and pushed her head down to my groin, a very Hoganesque act except that she wanted this ... and I never did with Principal Hogan.

“Oh, baby ... I love this! This cock ... it’s sweeter than Jerry’s, thicker than Jerry’s, so much better than Jerry’s! I just wish that... , “ Mom wept now.

“That what, Vicky?” I demanded as she kept licking and sucking me from head to base.

“That I didn’t have you circumcised, honey,” Vicky/Mom told me as she continued to blow me eagerly.

“You can atone by sucking me dry as I sucked your last husband,” I stroked her luscious, dirty blonde waves.

“Yes, baby ... mmmm ... the best ... cock ... I’ve sucked ... since your father’s,” Mom confessed.

“How many dicks have you sucked since you got with Jerry, other than this one and Jerry’s?” I asked Mom, my curiosity piqued.

“Fourteen ... And they fucked me, too. Mostly for revenge whenever he’d beat me or cheat on me. Though he whored me out to some of his friends and other men at times ... and other times, I sucked and fucked his friends just because I wanted a laugh at his expense. I wanted a sense of power back ... I was totally powerless, you know. I felt alone ... and powerless.

“He cut me off from most of my friends. I could only socialize with his friends and their wives. I ... I love to service a man ... and to submit, but I also ... fear my love for it. I feel ashamed that I’m so ... submissive and such a slut for men, but I am. You ... though ... I don’t mind it. I just want to serve you. I feel no shame at this ... only ... at how I treated you before. I should have done this a long time ago and sent him packing! I just never dared!” Mom told me before she took me into her throat to drain my balls.