The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 37: Why am I thinking about her while Mrs. Fenwick is giving me a blowjob?

It’s a stroke of luck that the fashion show got postponed by three days because of the bad weather.

Not that I’m in bad shape. After the night when that Monster Slayer wrecked my ass, my body was already back to normal by dawn. But my morale is still in pieces.

I thought I’d gotten strong. Instead, she destroyed me like it was nothing.

I don’t know why she didn’t kill me — she must’ve had her reasons — but next time I might not be so lucky. And yet... John said his lackey, Alex Serghal, managed to injure her and force her to retreat.

Does that mean Hank and Alex are stronger than that Monster Slayer? And logically, is John even more powerful than them?

Damn it, it feels like they’re all on a completely different level from me. How frustrating.

As if that weren’t enough, Naomi already seems to have completely forgotten about me.

Yesterday morning, while I was heading home, I saw her having breakfast at a bar with that loser Tyler, and she didn’t even say hi. Actually, she acted like she didn’t know me at all.

And as if that still weren’t enough to drag my mood down, Veronica left on a business trip that’ll keep her away for a full two weeks — an important training course at Seiryu Biotech’s headquarters in Ashiya, Japan.

Yes, the very same city where we did it for the first time — back then she had gone there for the same reason, and since I was still a minor, she’d taken me along with her. She’s only been gone for a single day, yet I already miss her like crazy.

But it’s not just the beating from the Monster Slayer, Naomi’s coldness, and Veronica’s absence that are unsettling me. I can’t deny that I’m also pretty nervous about Kimberly’s fashion show this afternoon — I think she passed her anxiety on to me by osmosis, since I don’t really have any actual reason to be tense.

I really hope it goes great, maybe even well enough for her to land a contract with a modeling agency. She’s a good girl — she truly deserves it. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

So then... why am I thinking about Kimberly’s fashion show while Mrs. Fenwick is sucking my cock?

Yes, I took advantage of my mother’s absence to indulge in a fantasy I’ve been carrying around ever since the last time I fucked her in her Jeep.

[I’m making coffee and I’ve got two slices of cake left, do you want to help me finish them?]

That’s the message I sent her last night, and this morning at dawn the doorbell woke me up at exactly five o’clock. Considering she starts work at nine... I’d say she’d planned to treat herself to a long morning fuck to start her shift off right.

When I opened the door, I was wearing only a tank top and boxers — the same clothes I usually sleep in — and I still had that natural morning erection you get right after waking up.

Something that definitely didn’t leave her indifferent, since a moment later she’d stripped down as well, until she was wearing nothing but her underwear — a black lace set that leaves very little to the imagination.

And now here I am, comfortably seated on the couch, lost in a thousand thoughts and worries, while she kneels in front of me, jerking me off with her slightly sagging but still incredibly inviting breasts, greedily licking my cock.

A warm-up worthy of the name — Mrs. Fenwick really knows how to use her mouth, and God only knows how many cocks she must have sucked in her life to get this good.

After a while, she asks if I can fuck her, but for the moment it’s out of the question — the idea of coming in her mouth excites me far more. And since I’m the one holding the knife by the handle, while she’s the one who desperately needs me, things are done my way — no objections, or I’ll send her back home still aching for cock.

Yes, maybe it’s disrespectful toward her, but put yourself in my shoes. I’m taking a huge risk by having her come here, so at the very least I expect the pleasure to be worth it. I mean, why should I fuck her normally when Veronica is infinitely better than her? It wouldn’t make sense to risk something for less than what I already have.

On the other hand, Mrs. Fenwick’s blowjobs are much better than Veronica’s — something that makes the risk worth taking.

So first of all, I intend to get my cock sucked until I come in her mouth. Then, if I still have time and feel like it, I’ll fuck her the traditional way.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t intend to make her come. In fact, after a small appetizer, I lie back on the couch and she climbs on top of me, my cock still in her mouth, while her well-groomed, fragrant pussy presses against my face.

One of the first things Veronica taught me was how to make a woman come with my tongue — something she adored, but that we hardly ever do anymore, since it was mostly a trick to make her come when I was still an inexperienced twelve-year-old with a cock far removed from its current size and stamina. Even so, the technique Veronica taught me is still burned into my mind — those circular movements of the tongue to stimulate the swollen clit peeking out between her lips, while my thumbs rest on the edges of her pussy, keeping it slightly open.

Yeah, Mrs. Fenwick’s moans confirm that I haven’t lost my magic touch, and we soon fall into a loop: overtaken by pleasure, she sucks me harder and harder, and driven by the same feeling, I start licking her with growing intensity and frenzy, over and over again, until...

Aaah... what a relief it is to feel my cum explode in her mouth, spilling from the corners of her lips...

Wait — she hasn’t come yet!

My eyes instinctively fall on the large clock hanging in the living room.

It’s only been twelve minutes since she took it in her mouth... I didn’t come this fast even at fourteen! What a fucking embarrassment!

What the fuck is happening to me? Is it because she’s just insanely good at blowjobs? Or is it just anxiety and all the crap weighing on me?

Just two minutes later, Mrs. Fenwick lets out one last, long moan of relief, and her juices spill across my face.

Damn it, I only needed to hold on for two more minutes... fuck’s sake...

No, it can’t end like this. It’s only a quarter past five in the morning — I’ve got all the time I need to get ready for a proper fuck!