My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

Chapter 209: B - The night Veronica stopped being just my mom

"Master Axel, your mother gave me strict orders not to let you leave the house until you’ve finished cleaning your room," Mrs. Morales, the housekeeper, informs me.

By ’cleaning’ I mean picking everything up off the floor and stuffing it into the closet.

Basically, I’m just moving the mess from one place to another.

Thanks to that little trick, I can clean my room in record time.

The only thing left is a pink photo album with my name and Veronica’s written inside a big red heart on the cover.

It’s been under my bed for who knows how long, to the point where it’s practically fused with the dust.

Damn... I’d completely forgotten about this album.

It must’ve been at least three years since the last time I saw it.

Overcome with nostalgia, I sit down on the floor and begin flipping through that treasure chest of memories.

The first photo was taken just a few days after the adoption. We were riding a roller coaster at an amusement park.

Then there’s one from my eleventh birthday, with my friends at the time and a gigantic birthday cake in front of us.

Another with a group of Roman centurions during a summer vacation in Italy.

One with the Eiffel Tower behind us.

Another of us riding a camel in the middle of the Egyptian desert.

And besides those, there are countless more photos from all over the world.

And to think I don’t even remember visiting most of these places anymore...

It really has been a long time.

Well, I guess that’s what photo albums are for, isn’t it?

Dozens and dozens of pictures of Veronica and me in completely different places and situations, yet they all have one thing in common: the genuine happiness written all over my face.

That might sound obvious, especially when you’re lucky enough to grow up in a family where money is the last thing anyone has to worry about.

But believe me, that’s not what it’s all about.

It wasn’t the money or the trips that filled the emptiness in my heart or chased away the loneliness that had consumed me when Veronica pulled me out of that orphanage eight years ago.

It was her love and affection.

She never let me go without them, not even for a single day.

Before I met her, I never thought I’d experience anything like that in my entire life.

Even if I’m not her biological son, Veronica is, without a doubt, the best mother in the world.

As I turn the pages, it’s as if time itself has stopped. Before I realize it, I’ve reached the last photo, and I find myself staring at it far longer than any of the others.

We were in the bedroom of the Royal Palace Hotel & Spa, about an hour’s drive from Ashiya, Japan.

In the picture — a selfie she took — we’re holding each other in the private jacuzzi inside the room.

It was one week before my thirteenth birthday.

And yet, unlike all the previous photos, I remember that moment perfectly, as if we’d taken that picture just a minute ago.

After all, they say you never forget your first time, don’t they?

That was the night we stopped being mother and son and became lovers. I guess that’s why Veronica never added any more photos to this album.

That night is still so clear in my mind that all it takes is one look at that picture for the sounds and memories to come rushing back, throwing me straight into that jacuzzi.

"Axy, give me a nice smile and... wait — come closer or you’ll be out of the picture!" Veronica exclaimed, holding a big Polaroid in her left hand while wrapping her right arm around my shoulders and pulling me against her.

That evening, she was wearing a tight burgundy swimsuit that barely contained her full breasts.

I was wearing a pair of black swim trunks.

When she pulled me in closer, my head ended up pressed right against her chest the exact second the picture was taken.

"Oh, this one turned out really nice!" she said with a big smile.

Even though the picture had already been taken, I stayed completely still, my head tilted toward her, my cheek resting against the warm, soft skin of her breasts.

"What’s wrong, Axy? Want a nice head massage?" she asked, running her fingers through my hair.

I nodded, and like she always did whenever she gave me one, she had me sit between her legs.

I let my head fall back — resting it against her chest — and a second later, her long nails gently scratched my scalp.

It felt so... relaxing.

The soft bubbling of the water in the background, the warmth of the jacuzzi, her fingers working through my hair...

My eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

I felt like I could fall asleep at any moment.

But something kept me awake — a strange feeling that was just as pleasant.

Back then, I had no idea what it meant.

The only thing I knew was that there was a very obvious bulge under my swim trunks. One that was impossible for either of us to miss.

An awkward silence fell between us.

I didn’t say anything either.

Back then, I didn’t even know what a reaction like that meant.

After a few minutes, she was the one who finally broke the silence.

"Looks like my little Axy has finally grown up," she said with a light, teasing smile.

"Grown up...?" I repeated, glancing up at her.

"Mmh... well, yeah. When a guy reacts like that, it means..."

Veronica hesitated.

"...it means you’re growing up — that you’re not a little kid anymore. More specifically, it happens when..."

She stopped again, looking even more unsure.

I guess it wasn’t easy for her to explain something like that to a thirteen-year-old who still had no clue how those perfectly natural reactions worked.

"...when you’re really close to someone you care about..."

Looking back, it was pretty damn obvious.

Her body pressed right up against me, my face buried deep between those huge tits of hers...

No wonder my cock had gotten rock hard, even though I was still just a kid.

Back then, the whole thing felt completely new to me.

"So... does that mean you like me? Well yeah, of course — you’re an amazing mom and you’ve made me the happiest guy in the world. It’s normal that I like you..."

"Yeah, but the kind of ’like’ I’m talking about... isn’t what a son feels for his mom. It’s more like... what a man feels for a woman."

Her voice dropped, turning softer and way more sensual.

The hand that had been rubbing my head slid lower and started stroking my chest.

Her words and the new way she was touching me only made me even harder.

"So... what do you do in a situation like this?" I asked, my voice all shaky.

But Veronica didn’t answer with words.

Instead, she slipped her hand under my chin and lifted my face until our eyes were locked, just a couple inches apart.

And then... her lips were on mine.

They pressed down with this firm, gentle pressure, and a second later I felt her tongue slide into my mouth.

Her hand moved from my chest, down my stomach, then even lower, slipping right inside my swim trunks.

Even after five years, I still remember that touch perfectly — the crazy pleasure that washed over me when her fingers wrapped around my hard cock.

Pure instinct took over. It was like her touch had woken up something inside me I didn’t even know I wanted.

I suddenly turned toward her.

I yanked the top of her swimsuit up and grabbed her tits with both hands — they were way too big for my small fingers to hold properly.

At first my tongue was super clumsy in her mouth, but after a few seconds I got the hang of it.

The look of pleasure on Veronica’s face proved I was a natural.

Once I felt more confident, my tongue left her mouth and trailed down her neck.

Then lower, until her huge tits filled my whole view.

I licked and gently bit her nipples while she kept stroking my cock.

I could hear her moans and heavy breathing like she was feeling the best pleasure a woman could possibly get, and that only made me bolder.

Less than a minute later, neither of us had anything on anymore.

We were completely naked in the hot jacuzzi water.

That image is still burned into my mind even today — Veronica with her legs spread wide, my hard cock in her hands as she guided it impatiently inside her.

And when my cock finally slid into her after a couple of clumsy tries, a wave of pleasure hit me so hard that everything we’d done before felt like nothing.

Nothing in the world could ever compare to the feeling of her warm pussy sliding up and down my cock — me lying on the hotel room floor while she rode me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, completely overwhelmed by an insane ecstasy that kept growing stronger every second. My fingers dug deep into her firm ass.

"Do you like it, Axy...? Do you like this feeling... aaah... the feeling you get when you share such a special moment with the person you really care about? I... I love it, my sweet Axely... I love it so much... aaah..."

"Yeah, Mom... I like it... I like it a lot... aaaah..."

A sharper moan slipped from her lips right as I pushed as deep as I could at the peak of my pleasure... and my cum exploded inside her like a fire hose.

No doubt about it — those were the best twenty-two seconds of my life.

Hey, what did you expect? A porn star performance on my first time at thirteen? Besides, twenty-two seconds — not counting the solid two minutes of foreplay! Looking back, I’m actually pretty proud I lasted that long with a woman like Veronica.

"You did good, Axy..." Veronica whispered in my ear as she collapsed forward on top of me. "This will be our little secret, okay? Promise me, and I promise we’ll do it again whenever you want..."

I just nodded — still too shaken to speak, but happier than I’d ever been in my whole life up to that point.

I clearly remember feeling emotionally attached from the very first time we fucked, but I think for her it was different at the start.

I guess, at least in the beginning, it was just a fun way to blow off steam after work.

It took almost a full year before it turned from occasional hookups into something deeper — a real relationship between two lovers.

Sleeping together, quick kisses on the lips when she left for work in the morning or came home at night.

All the normal couple stuff... jealous fights included.

A little later we fucked again, this time on the bed, and then once more the next morning right after waking up — both times I came inside her.

She told me that shooting your load deep inside the woman you love is the greatest proof of love there is.

That’s why, from that moment on, only she and Naomi ever got to feel their pussies dripping with my cum.

Ah... what an unforgettable vacation that was.