The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 62: The greatest shame of a MILF hunter (1)

«Jace, I’d like to suggest something to you — of course, feel free to refuse if you’re not comfortable, okay? I don’t know what kind of miracle happened, but ever since you brought Melania back home two nights ago, she’s become a completely different person — or rather, she’s gone back to being the sweet, cheerful girl she was a year ago. She told me you talked a lot on the way back home, that you made her realize her behavior was wrong and that she’s deeply sorry for how she treated her mother. Britney is really happy that her daughter has finally gone back to being herself, and I have to admit that I am too — I couldn’t stand watching them argue from morning till night anymore. So... since your mom will still be away for work for a few more days... would you like to come live with us until Veronica gets back?»

That’s what Naomi proposed to me this morning as soon as we met again at school and I agreed right away without giving it much thought.

On top of that, this morning I couldn’t help but notice Kimberly’s absence — it’s clear that the story about some commitment keeping her busy who knows where, for who knows how long, isn’t just an excuse. What the hell is that girl plotting?

Of course, agreeing to move in with Naomi for a few days inevitably meant putting my morning routine with Mrs. Fenwick on hold, but honestly I was already starting to grow tired of it.

Sure, being woken up by her blowjobs, having breakfast together, fucking in the shower and all that was fun at first, but it didn’t last long, and her constant refusal to let me take her from behind only made me lose interest even faster. She has nothing left to offer me, so it’s better to draw a line under it before things get out of hand.

Anyway, I know perfectly well why Melania has been in such a good mood lately, and it certainly isn’t because she suddenly saw the light after the lecture I gave her.

No, the reason is something very different — even if one thing is true: it’s because of me.

«J-Jace... oh my God, Jace... aaaah... I’ve never taken a cock this big in my life... aaaah... you’re tearing my pussy apart!» Melania moans, her voice muffled by her own hands pressed hard against her mouth as she desperately tries to keep the noise down, so as not to wake her entire family.

It’s already late at night, and I’m lying on Naomi’s large double bed at the end of a devastating evening fueled by alcohol and weed — one of the usual private little parties Naomi and I always used to have.

A party Melania shouldn’t have taken part in at all, but let’s just say Naomi didn’t exactly prove to be very responsible in her role as the older cousin. Yes, it’s a real stroke of luck that both Britney and Naomi’s parents went to bed very early tonight.

Naomi is now completely out cold beside us, lying face down with one arm dangling off the mattress. She’s wearing only a tank top and a pair of panties that, in that position, perfectly highlight her small ass.

And while Naomi blissfully enjoys her post-drunken collapse... Melania is bouncing on my cock with such ferocity that I’m afraid the constant shaking of the mattress might make Naomi tumble off at any moment.

I couldn’t even say for sure how long Melania and I have been fucking — I’m pretty buzzed myself right now — but judging by the way her groin muscles clenched a few minutes ago and by her expression of pure ecstasy stamped on her face, I’m certain she’s already come at least once. And the soaking wetness I feel dripping onto my thighs seems to confirm it.

Meanwhile, perched in a corner of the bedroom, Argo — Naomi’s pit bull, his fur so black it blends into the shadows — is watching us with far too much curiosity, tail wagging and tongue hanging out, as if he were expecting us to toss him some dog treats.

Instinctively, I glare at him — my eyes basically saying: Hey, this is embarrassing enough already. Mind your own fucking business and go back to sleep!

Yeah... because despite everything, I’m disgusted with myself. Me, the legendary MILF hunter, fucking an twelve-year-old girl? It’s humiliating... and the worst part is that I’m enjoying it far more than I’d like to admit.

For all the experience Melania may have accumulated over the past year, and despite how abnormally developed her body is in her breasts and hips, her pussy is tight and small like that of a perfectly normal twelve-year-old — hey, don’t get any weird ideas! By that I don’t mean I’m some expert on girls that young; it’s just how I imagine they are: tight and completely hairless.

She’s so tight it almost feels like my cock is being crushed in a vise, and maybe that’s exactly why I feel Melania’s body moving up and down on my cock far more intensely than when I sink it into the looser, more worn-out pussy of a woman in her forties.

God... my hands are itching with the urge to touch her, to grab those disproportionate tits that shouldn’t be on a girl her age and squeeze them so hard they’d burst. To dig my fingers into her objectively gorgeous ass, much fuller than Naomi’s despite the abyssal age gap, and to shove my tongue into her mouth.

But no — damn it, Jace, no! I can’t let myself go with an her any more than I already have — and it’s not like I’ve done little!

She’ll have to make do with my cock and nothing else... even though I have to admit it’s pretty damn hard to cum when you’re forcing yourself to stay this detached from the girl you’re fucking. I need to come up with something, and fast...