The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 76: Bickering is normal between lovers...

«D-Damn, it really is true... sigh... that Melania doesn’t look twelve at all... sigh...» Veronica slurs, clumsily trying to undress through the haze of alcohol, ready for a nice hot shower with me.

We’re in our bedroom right now — it’s as big as our loft in Manhattan all by itself — while Naomi, Britney, and Melania’s room, just as huge, is at the exact opposite corner of the house. That distance, combined with the soundproofing the bedrooms are equipped with, guarantees us a certain... privacy.

«Yeah, I told you she looks almost like someone my age, didn’t I?» I reply — my eyes glued to Veronica’s increasingly naked body as I turn on the hot water in the shower, patiently waiting for her to get rid of all her clothes.

«Yeah, she really does look like someone your age... sigh... and on top of that, she’s also really beautiful...» Veronica points out, with a faint trace of melancholy in her voice. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Oh, no... that tone can only mean one thing — I know exactly what’s about to happen...

«...so beautiful that it wouldn’t surprise me if something happened between you two... sigh...»

There it is. I knew it — Veronica has gone into super-jealous mode. And it’s not even the first time, so I know exactly how to act to make those pointless paranoias fade. Even if they’re more than justified, considering I’ve fucked Melania so many times lately that in just a few days she’s shot up to second place in the ranking of the girls I’ve had sex with the most in my life.

But still, I’m only doing it to keep Melania’s rampant depravity under control and, at the same time, get a bit of her blood in return — not because there’s anything deep and intense behind it like there is between me and Veronica. What I have with Melania is more give-and-take than actual sex, right? But I guess that would be complicated to explain to Veronica...

«Oh, come on, Mom, don’t tell me you’re really jealous of an twelve-year-old girl. That’s absurd...» I grumble, spreading my arms in exasperation, my complaints drowned out by the roar of the shower water.

«N-No, it’s not absurd at all, Jacey... sigh... I’d like to remind you that you were twelve the first time we had sex, and that girl seems far more mature than you were back then...» Veronica murmurs, staring at me with the watery eyes of someone who might burst into tears at any moment. «That’s the age when you start feeling your first sexual instincts, and from the way she looked at you the whole time, I’d say she’s already feeling way too many of them toward you. Not to mention that ridiculously tiny swimsuit she put on — it’s obvious she wore it just to show off her body, and since you’re the only man on this island, well... it’s not hard to imagine who she wanted to impress!»

«But just this morning she told you she only has eyes for her boyfriend!» I reply, trying to make her see reason. I don’t know why Melania came up with that boyfriend excuse she’s supposedly crazy about, but either way it was pure genius. That way, Veronica would never suspect what we do, me and her... or at least that’s what I thought. Apparently, Melania’s angelic "faithful, devoted girlfriend" face wasn’t nearly enough to calm my mother’s worries.

«Y-Yeah, but... sigh... at that age, girls change boyfriends as often as they change their panties,» Veronica grumbles, finally taking off her bra too and letting it drop onto the parquet. She’s left with only her panties to get rid of now, and my body is trembling with impatience to inaugurate this resort with a nice fuck under the shower. «A girl that age isn’t really capable of fully understanding feelings like love, mistaking it for simple sexual attraction... sigh...»

At those words, I lower my gaze, disappointed and regretful.

«When I told you I loved you for the first time, I wasn’t much older than Melania...» I murmur, visibly crushed. «In other words, you’re questioning my feelings back then too, right? You’re telling me all the "I love you"s I said to you meant nothing just because, apparently, there’s some age before which you’re a robot incapable of feeling and understanding emotions like love? No, none of this makes any sense! I know what I felt for you and how sure I was that I loved you back then, so I’m sure Melania feels the same about her boyfriend! It’s absurd... of all the people in the world, I never would’ve expected it to be you putting my love for you into doubt...»

«N-No, Jacey, I didn’t mean that, believe me...» Veronica snaps, alarmed by my sudden drop in mood. «The relationship you and I have had from the very beginning can’t even remotely be compared to what Melania has with her boyfriend, who’s surely just some little friend or classmate she’s with only because he has a pretty face. In a month they’ll already have broken up and she’ll be with someone else, while we grow more united and more in love with every day that passes. That’s the difference between you and her...» Veronica murmurs, reaching her hand toward a glass of champagne resting on a piece of furniture next to her.

«Sounds like you’re just making excuses,» I reply firmly. «For all you know, Melania and her boyfriend might’ve known each other longer than you and I have.» Am I seriously arguing with Veronica just to back up one of Melania’s lies? Well, I guess it’s necessary if I don’t want her hounding me with jealousy all week. «And anyway, I’d say you’ve already had enough to drink for today, Mom. You’re starting to ramble like you always do when you hit the bottle!»

«I-I don’t need someone younger than me telling me what to do... sigh... I can take care of myself,» she slurs irritably, setting the empty glass back on the cabinet. She reaches for her thong, but the moment she lifts her leg to get rid of that last piece of clothing... well, all that alcohol clearly hasn’t done her balance any favors.

A scream slips from her lips — she’s a hair’s breadth away from smashing her face into the floor — but my supernatural reflexes avert the disaster by a split second, and I catch her on the fly.

Now my mom, still breathing hard and fast from the scare, is pressed tight against me — completely naked, clinging to my arms.