The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 23: Before being your lover, I’m your mother (2)

«Remember, Jacey, before being your lover... I am your mother. And it would be selfish of me to force you into something that goes beyond what should exist between a mother and her own son. So... if you no longer want things between us to continue this way, just say it and I will step aside...»

And as if her words weren’t already painful enough, my heart jolts and my breath catches the moment I feel something wet against my chest — her tears, tapping lightly but relentlessly against my skin.

W-Why... why is she telling me these things now? Why would she ever think that I don’t desire her anymore, or that I only love her because I feel obliged to?

It’s bullshit — the biggest bullshit that has ever come out of her mouth! Veronica is the woman I love more than anyone else in the world, and never, ever has the idea of putting an end to our love even remotely crossed my mind.

So then... why the fuck did she start having all these useless paranoias?!

Could it be that it’s just an excuse to put an end to our relationship once and for all? Maybe she’s somehow pushing me to leave her, so she can start a new life with another man?

No, I don’t think that’s it — her tears seem too sincere, and she has never given me any reason to think that she isn’t happy with me. Shit, women really are the greatest mystery of the universe...

I would really like to tell her a thousand things — to comfort her, to reassure her, to make her understand that she is the most important woman in my life, and that she always will be, but all those words pile up in my throat and die there, without a single sound leaving my mouth.

After all, no cliché phrase, no romantic word — even if sincere — would be enough to ease her pain and drive these useless paranoias out of her head.

They say that a gesture is worth more than a thousand words, right?

I grab her firmly by the hips and flip her over — now I’m on top of her. Then my tongue slides past her full, slightly parted lips. It’s an intense, passionate kiss, but also sweet and delicate — the kind you give to the woman you love to wake her up in the morning. With the pad of my thumb, I wipe the tears from beneath her eyes.

My right hand grabs Veronica’s huge breast, squeezing it hard, while my left slides between her thighs, spreading her legs. They immediately close around my torso in a warm, affectionate embrace, while our tongues, wet with saliva and her tears, intertwine fervently.

My cock, once again reinvigorated and ready to do its job, even though not even ten minutes have passed since I came in her ass, slides inside her, into her pussy this time — even wetter than her own eyes. Our naked, sweaty bodies roll across the mattress, still soaked with our fluids, constantly changing position, driven solely by the most primitive and savage instincts. She’s no longer sobbing — now only intense, deafening moans of pleasure echo from her mouth in the stillness of the night.

«J-Jacey... I... I love you — I want you forever, Jacey! Y-You’re... aaaah... you’re the man of my life, never abandon me, please... I... aaaah... I can’t imagine my life without you... without your kisses, without your caresses... aaah... w-without your huge cock that makes me feel like a woman as I have never felt in my life! Fuck me forever, Jacey — forever!» she moans, her voice muffled by pleasure and by my tongue.

Then she smiles at me — a smile like I’ve never seen in the eight years since she adopted me. Not a smile made with her lips, but with her eyes. They say the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and in this moment I can say with absolute certainty that her soul wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here, on our bed, in my arms, fucked with a passion and love that no one else in this world or any other could ever give her.

«S-I’m so happy, Jacey... aaah... so happy that you love me as much as I love you... Y-You’ve made me the happiest woman in the world... aaah...» she continues, her entire body contracting, her toes curling and her fingers gripping my hair tightly.

«I never want to hear you say something like that again, Veronica. Never again,» I scold her coldly, lifting her head by the chin and staring straight into her eyes. «I never want to hear you doubt what I feel for you, nor even dare to suggest putting an end to our relationship. Am I clear?»

She pulls her full, red-painted lips away from mine for just a moment and returns my intense gaze. She smiles at me again and nods silently, then goes back to kissing me with even more fervor.

It’s been a really long time since we’ve fucked with this much intensity, and it’s not like we’re two inexperienced virgins. In fact, I don’t think we’ve ever made love with this level of involvement and passion — maybe only our first time, more than five years ago, can compare to this.

Who knows why it happened precisely tonight... maybe it was the fear of losing me and my fear of losing her. Or maybe it was my unconscious, desperate need to prove to her that I love her more than she could ever imagine, and that I would never abandon her for any reason in the world.

I couldn’t say for sure what triggered this explosion of desire and passion, but one thing I know with certainty: I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here, in her arms, with her sleeping against my chest, using it as a pillow, while her warm breath caresses my skin and my semen is still running down her thighs.