The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 45: Forbidden story of a summer night
«My mother and I really were like two peas in a pod... and even my father thought so too. Because of that, the more I grew up, the more he spoiled me, pampered me, and showered me with love—so much that I fell in love with him, hopelessly, irreversibly,» she murmurs — her inner thigh growing more and more soaked with her fluids as she speaks.
I swallow silently — from the very start it’s clear where her story is headed, but since this is something decidedly intimate and, uh... unconventional, let’s say, I don’t feel like saying a single word, to avoid sudden second thoughts. So I let her speak freely.
«When I was born, my parents were very young — they were both just under twenty. Moreover, my mother was still studying and my father had just started working as a laborer on a temporary contract, so the economic situation wasn’t ideal for having a child. But my father was Italian, and with a family behind him that had such a traditionalist mentality and was so deeply tied to family values, abortion wasn’t even an option. My mother died three years later because of a tragic accident and, as I already told you, my father wanted nothing more to do with women. He was a very handsome young man of only twenty-four, and he could have had any woman he wanted, but no — for him there was only my mother. At least, until I grew up. Almost forty years have passed since that night, and yet I remember it as if it were yesterday — the night in which, in a certain sense, my father found his beloved again and I finally found the man capable of breaking into my heart after years of having refused countless others.»
The grip of her hand around my cock grows firmer and her thighs wetter than ever — it’s clear that, as she approaches the climax of the story, her arousal is now through the roof. Shit, I have to resist the urge to jump on her and fuck her right away — by now I’m too curious to know how this gripping story ends.
«It was summer, and my father and I, like every year, returned to Italy. To Sicily, precisely — the land of origin of his family. Up to that moment, nothing had ever happened between us, but I wasn’t naïve, and from the way he looked at me it was clear that his desire to have me was boiling inside him... just like my desire to be fucked by that man. For a few months already I had started spying on him while he took showers — watching the water run from his wavy brown hair along his tanned muscles, down to the enormous cock he had between his legs... God, I’ve lost count of the times I watched him — so many that I memorized every centimeter of his body, only to then run to my room to touch myself while thinking about him... and he knew it — that’s why he always left the bathroom door wide open. He wanted me to masturbate thinking of him, perhaps to give me the push to take that step he probably didn’t have the courage to take himself. And in the end, it was precisely that hot summer night in Sicily that I managed to take that long-desired step...»
By now she’s so aroused that the vapor of her breath as she speaks is thicker than the fog itself, and her words are muffled by moans of pleasure despite the fact that I’m not stimulating her with my fingers in the slightest — the mere memory of that fabled summer night is enough to make her come.
«There were only him and me in the house of my paternal grandparents. It was hot, very hot — so hot that it was impossible to sleep wearing anything. I got up in the middle of the night to drink some water... but I never made it there. While walking down the corridor that would have led me to the kitchen, I came across the bedroom door where my father was sleeping. The door was wide open, and the television, still on, illuminated the sculpted features of his completely naked body, turned with his back to me. Usually, I would have limited myself to staring at him for a while and then sneaking into my little room to masturbate, but I couldn’t resist. With small steps I approached his bed, then lay down behind him with exasperating slowness, afraid of waking him. The narrow strip of mattress between his back and the edge was really small, and at first I remained completely still in that tiny portion of the bed, careful not to move even a single muscle. But little by little, arousal began to overpower fear. I started to slide forward with my body, one millimeter at a time, until my nipples brushed against his skin. Again, I froze — I wasn’t even breathing anymore — but nothing happened, not the slightest hint of a reaction on his part. I pushed myself even further forward — my small breasts pressed completely against his back, and my pussy, already completely wet and covered by a light fuzz, crushed against his firm, toned glutes. Still nothing. So I gathered even more courage... and I hugged him. My arms were tight around his neck, my hands on his chest. First a delicate touch, almost imperceptible... then I started to massage him with ever greater vigor, pressing my body against his, barely holding back my moans, until...» 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Mrs. Lunsford pauses briefly and swallows — her mouth suddenly completely dry.
«...until I saw his enormous cock swelling more and more before my eyes, and his hand reaching back to brush against my thigh... and it was at that exact moment that I completely lost every inhibiting restraint. I stretched myself over him and started to kiss him with an unrestrained passion unlike any I’ve ever felt again in my life — and he, after an initial hesitation, returned it with the same intensity. Believe me, Jace... feeling my father’s tongue intertwine with mine, his big, calloused hands from work gripping my breasts and thighs, his enormous cock forcing its way into my small body... in more than fifty years I have never again felt a similar sensation. Even though after his death I searched for it in an untold number of men, no one has ever been able to make me feel the way he did. Maybe it was the natural passion of Italians, or perhaps the fact that, with me, it felt to him like doing it again with my mother... I never understood where that magic came from, but one thing is certain — however socially reprehensible it may be considered by most, I don’t regret a single one of the five years we spent making love before that damned work accident took him away from me as well. ’My dad is the only man of my life’ — a sentence all daughters say with pride, but none of them will ever be able to fully understand the meaning of those words the way I do. None of them can boast of truly having been the only woman of their father, of having given him his first kiss, his virginity, and all those first experiences that girls so often regret having shared with the wrong man just out of the rush to burn through the stages. Anyway, sorry, Jace — I think I may have gone on a bit too long, but you know, when you relive the happiest moments of your life, time feels as if it stops... I only hope I didn’t scandalize you too much,» she concludes, raising her moist eyes to the sky — I can’t tell whether from melancholy, arousal, or both.
«Scandalized? Come on, over something like that?» I comment, shrugging my shoulders. Yes, however audacious and forbidden her story may be, I think mine is decidedly more so. In any case, I’d say that for tonight we’ve talked enough. And as a guy with yellow and purple hair once said, it’s time to fuck!
