The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 38: Things get really hot this morning — literally

We make the most of that brief post-cum break to have breakfast with hot coffee and enjoy those delicious leftover slices of cake.

Obviously, we’re still completely naked. She’s sitting on my lap while I feed her, grabbing pieces of cake directly with my fingers just for the pleasure of making her lick them clean every single time. Mrs. Fenwick has an undeniable talent when it comes to licking, and even having her clean the cream-smeared fingers with her tongue is just as exciting as a blowjob.

From time to time, a bite of cake "accidentally" falls onto her breasts, but I clean it off in no time with a slow swipe of my tongue.

Licking a woman’s tits is one of the best sensations in the world — and with a bit of cream and chocolate on top, they taste even better.

«You really worked me up this morning, Jace. Do you mind if I use the shower? You know, a quick rinse would really do me good before going to work,» Mrs. Fenwick asks, leaning back slightly and using my chest as a backrest.

«Only if you let me join you,» I reply with a knowing smile, squeezing her sagging but still tempting breasts from behind as I speak.

She smiles and turns around. Now we’re chest to chest, and I feel her hard nipples pressing against my skin.

She wraps her arms around my neck and brings her lips close to mine. The tip of her tongue peeks out — I’m ready for the kiss, letting mine loose in turn — but at the last moment she shifts, licking a small smear of cream off my cheek instead and leaving me with a bitter taste in my mouth.

This slut knows exactly how to make herself desirable. There’s no doubt about that.

Physically, she may not be a stunning beauty, but when it comes to filthiness she’s second to none. And to think that with Veronica she’s always complaining that her idiot husband doesn’t fuck her anymore, convinced he’s cheating on her with his young secretary.

Seriously, how can you prefer a twenty-year-old to an experienced woman like Mrs. Fenwick?

Take Kimberly Almiris, for example. Physically, she beats Mrs. Fenwick a hundred to one — Kimberly is on a completely different level. But beauty isn’t everything during sex, quite the opposite. You can be as beautiful as you want, but if you don’t know how to move, how to provoke me, how to keep my interest alive, I get bored as fuck after two minutes. If, for some reason, I were forced to choose between Kimberly and Mrs. Fenwick for my last night of sex, I’d definitely choose Mrs. Fenwick... I think.

Well, maybe I’d choose Kimberly — but only to satisfy my curiosity, not because I think she’d fuck better. Anyway, no need to be nitpicky. You get the point.

«You shouldn’t even have to ask me these things, Jace,» Mrs. Fenwick chuckles, resting her chin on my shoulder, cheek to cheek. «Actually, you should’ve just slipped in on your own while I was washing, taking me from behind by surprise. You’re still young — you’ll learn — but there’s nothing more exciting for a woman than being fucked without warning by her man. But now that I’ve told you, I guess it wouldn’t be much of a "surprise" anymore,» she grins, teasing my already half-hard cock with her index finger as it juts out between her thighs.

Did she just think of me as her man?

God, I really hope she doesn’t end up falling in love with me, dumping her husband, and then showing up at our front door telling Veronica, "I’m here to ask for your son’s hand". Those words should be setting off alarm bells in my head, making me slam the brakes before it’s too late... but fuck it. I’m too horny, and I have no intention of sending her away before I’ve come all over her.

«Well, since it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore, I guess my presence isn’t welcome then,» I comment in an exaggerated tone of fake disappointment, shrugging.

In response, Mrs. Fenwick lowers her gaze to my cock.

«That all depends on what he wants to do. You know, looking at him like this, it doesn’t really seem like he’s dying to fuck me. Who knows — maybe he doesn’t like me enough...» she mutters, using the classic tone of fake modesty of someone who knows perfectly well that I’d fuck her on the spot. But alas, boys have very strict cooldowns, and if the body decides it’s not time yet, it wouldn’t get hard even if she and Veronica licked it together.

«Don’t worry about him — my dear friend has never let me down,» I reply with confidence and pride.

«Then tell your dear friend that I’ll be waiting for him in the shower,» she says, amused.

She lightly gets up from my lap and heads toward the bathroom, swaying her ass and hips in such a sexy, provocative way that just watching her walk naked for those few seconds is enough to make me hard as marble again.

I step into the shower a second after her and don’t even wait for the water to warm up before sliding my swollen, throbbing erection into her eager pussy. She’s bent forward, hands pressed against the glass, her head pulled back by the grip I have on her hair, like I’m taming a crazed mare.

«Aaaaah... oh my God, Jace... you’re driving me crazy... fuck me harder... even harder... aaaaah!»

Mrs. Fenwick’s high-pitched moans drown out even the wet sound of my thighs slapping relentlessly against her ass with every thrust. The now-hot water runs over our naked bodies, washing away the sweat and heating up the already scorching atmosphere of the morning. On the fogged-up glass, the imprints of her hands and face are clearly visible, streaked by her dangling tongue.

Alright — I can confirm that my earlier unusually quick finish was simply due to her exceptional oral skills, since it takes almost an hour and a half of uninterrupted sex under the shower before my cum finally splashes all over her ass.

Good to know. At this point, I’ll have to take advantage of Veronica’s absence to build up my stamina. Who knows... I might even ask Mrs. Fenwick to stop by every morning before work. Two weeks should be more than enough to get my body used to blowjobs this exquisite — a skill that could always come in handy in the future.

Although, after two weeks spent fucking for hours under a boiling shower... I have a feeling my mother’s going to go ballistic when the next gas bill arrives.