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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
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Blood Ties (MF, vampire, v)
by Doug Atkinson & Jeff Johnston
***
"I've never quibbled
If it was ribald
I would devour
Where others merely nibbled"
--Tom Lehrer, "Smut"
The taxi dropped me off in front of the bar. I paid the
driver and hopped out, and regretted it. The place was almost
unbelievably sleazy looking. The parking lot was filled with
flattened beer cans, broken bottles, and soggy roaches, and the
neon sign was spelled wrong. I couldn't believe that I was doing
this.
I'd got a phone call the night before. I was busy with
this girl I'd picked up after work, so I tried to ignore, but
after maybe twenty-seven rings I finally got fed up and answered.
"Yeah?"
A woman was on the other end. "Is this David Jannon?"
"Yeah. Look, is this important? I'm kinda busy."
"This is real important. I've gotta meet you."
"Look, do I know you? If I got you pregnant, call my
lawyer, otherwise go away. I'm---"
"In the middle of fucking someone, it sounds like. Look,
I--"
I started feeling sick. I'd been puking a lot lately;
maybe I was coming down with stomach flu or something. "Excuse
me. I'll be right back."
I dropped the receiver and ran to the bathroom. I
retched about five times, drank a glass of water, and headed back
to the phone.
"Sorry about that."
"Did you have to throw up or something?"
That surprised me. "How did you--"
"I know a lot. You've been throwing up a lot, right?"
"Yeah"
"Sensitive eyes?"
"Yeah." I'd been wearing sunglasses a lot lately, be-
cause the light really bothered my eyes lately. A sunny day
really hurt.
"Look, I know a lot about what's going on. If you come
to the Cat & Rooster tomorrow night at midnight, I'll explain
everything." She hung up.
I sat down and thought about it. Maybe I'd slept with
her and she'd given me some bizarre sex disease. It couldn't
hurt to find out. I looked into my bedroom and saw that Kelly
had split while I was talking. I wouldn't have anything going on
tomorrow, then. What the hell.
The bar was even worse from the inside. I ordered a
beer, but no way in hell was I drinking it. Not only would I
probably puke it up, it looked like it'd scour the toilet bowl
clean on the way down.
I was getting a bit sick of waiting when a girl finally
came into the bar. (I hadn't seen any, except for the hooker who
needed change for the parking meter. I assume they had more
taste than to come here.)
She looked maybe fifteen or sixteen. The lousy lighting
in the bar made her waist-length blonde hair look red, and it
gave her skin an unnatural cast. Didn't affect her black tank
top and jeans, though.
"Mind if I sit down?" she asked. I nodded and gestured
to the other chair, which she turned backwards and sort of
sprawled on.
"Why were you looking for me?" I said. She sighed, and
reached down into her purse to get a cigarette. I tossed her the
matchbook out of the ashtray and she lit up, and handed it back
to me. She took a couple of long drags, then flipped her hair
over her hair. She rested her arm on the back of the chair and
rested her chin on it.
"David, what did your parents tell you about your back-
ground?" she asked finally.
- Jesus, I thought. This woman drags me out here,
breathes smoke on me, and wants to hear my life story. I thought
real hard about throwing up on her to make up for it, but I
didn't want to be rude. How'd she know my name?
- She called you on the phone last night, moron.
"Practically nothing. My mother gave me up and vanished.
I don't think they knew much either, and they didn't really want
me dwelling on it. I know they wanted me to think of them as my
real parents, so they didn't even tell me I was adopted until I
was twelve."
She sighed again, and exhaled a cloud of smoke at me.
"Well, I'm your mother."
I exploded. "What? You drag me to the sleazy bar from
hell, blow smoke in my face, and make an idiotic claim like that?
I mean, I must be ten years older than you are! I'm not putting
up with this shit." I grabbed my jacket from the chair and
started to leave, but she shot out her hand and grabbed my wrist.
She was awful strong for someone so little, so I sat down
again.
"Listen, David. I know you've been through a lot of shit
this week, but this is important. If you're ready to listen,
I'll explain everything...or if you'd prefer, I can let you go
out there without explaining, and let you find out what's wrong
with you the hard way."
I didn't like the sound of that, so I waved my hand at
her to continue. Besides, I wanted to hear this. If she'd been
older, I could've even believed she was my mother.
She let go of my wrist and sat back again. I rubbed it,
and noticed her fingers hadn't left those annoying red marks. It
struck me how cold her fingers had been.
She took another long drag, making me notice how the
terrible red lighting made it look like she was breathing fire
every time she blew smoke. "First things first, though. My
name's Jennifer." I nodded my head, wondering when the hell she
would get on with it.
"Back in '78, I was a high school freshman, and getting
really bored with life...living it up whenever I could. I start-
ed going to wild parties, coming home at all hours, if I came
home fucking anyone who'd hold still long enough. It all caught
up with me when I found out I was pregnant with you, but I was
too stupid to take the hint. I stopped drinking most of the time
and quit smoking, but I kept on sleeping around. I had to drop
out of school eventually, and Daddy got me some tutors. I wound
up sleeping with one of them eventually...and I found out why he
always came in the evening."
She ground out the cigarette in the ashtray and lit
another one. I remembered how strong she was and restrained
myself from leaping on her and screaming "Get to the point,
bitch!"
"I was eight and half months along by now, and so he said
he didn't actually want to screw me, but he could still turn me
on other ways. He used his mouth and hands a lot, and I wound up
lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and wishing I could die
then. He gave me a chance to catch my breath, and started kiss-
ing and nibbling on my face and neck. I wasn't paying attention,
but it felt like he was giving me a hickey or something. It
started to hurt, and I almost screamed, but he started feeling me
up again, and I stopped thinking about it."
She took yet another long drag, as I thought, - Great.
My mother's telling me about her sex life. What next, the tutor
turns out to be my great-uncle Bill?
- Oh well, maybe Penthouse would like to hear about this.
"I felt myself slowly getting hard as she breathed the smoke in
my face."
- Yuck.
"I didn't really learn much about European history that
night, but I had a hell of a lot more fun than hearing about
World War One. I looked forward to the next night, when we were
supposed to go over the Fourteen Points, but some other bozo I'd
never seen before. The other guy'd quit. I would've complained,
but I felt really shitty. It was kind of like morning sickness
all day long.
"The next few days I got even worse. About four days
after that guy left I felt like I was going to die. I started
puking blood, my eyes were real sensitive, and I had incredible
diarrhea. I suppose I was lucky that Daddy took me to the hospi-
tal, because I went into labor, just to make everything perfect
"After you were born I felt a lot better. For about a
day. Then I started throwing up everything I ate again. The
lights were too much, and I almost freaked out any time somebody
came near me because they smelled real funny."
She stopped and contemplated the cigarette. It'd almost
burned down to her fingers, so she dropped next to the other one,
and shook the last one out of her pack. I picked up the pack and
began shredding it just for something to do.
"I also couldn't get to sleep at night, so I spent a
lotta time just staring at the ceiling getting more and more out
of my skull. Finally, the doctor strolled by on his rounds about
midnight and I jumped on him and tore his throat out."
That got my attention. I dropped the cigarette pack in
surprise. She smiled at me like she was daring me to freak out,
so naturally I didn't. At least it was getting interesting.
"I wasn't thinking at all. He was just lying there dead,
and the only thing I could think of was how good he looked. I
started sucking on his neck, and when the blood stopped coming
out I started licking it off the puddle on the floor. I couldn't
get enough. When I'd got it all off the floor I sucked it out of
his shirt. Then I licked it off my hands. I finally came around
before I ripped off my hospital gown and sucked out the last few
drops that'd soaked into it.
"It was a good thing I was in a private room. I knew
sticking around would be a bad idea, so I got some clothes and
split. I don't know why the hell it took me so long to figure
out what was going on. I was a really stupid little shit back
then. I hope you're brighter."
I was still back at imagining her ripping her gown off,
so it took me a moment to figure out she wanted me to say some-
thing. "You'd been turned into a vampire by your tutor, right?"
"No shit. I spent the next few days hiding out, figuring
out how much sunlight would hurt me, trying to find out how often
I got hungry. I puked anything I tried eating, so I knew all I
needed was blood. About a week later I started drooling whenever
I smelled sweat, so I knew it was a good idea to eat somebody.
This time I found a mugger in Central Park and cut his throat
with his own knife. He tried to do the same thing to me, so it
was only fair. I was kinda startled to find out that I was
stronger than this guy. I mean, he musta been a foot and a half
taller than me, and weighed three times as much. He had a lotta
blood in him, too. I didn't get hungry again for almost two
weeks, that time."
I was having incredible sinking feelings by now. On the
other hand, I could believe that she was my mother now. I could
see the similarity. Her hand was lying next to the ashtray, and
I put mine next to it and compared how pale we both were. I
pulled it back when she sprinkled ashes on it, though.
"Well, that's about it. I assume Daddy had me declared
dead and put you up for adoption. I broke into the adoption
agency a few years ago and found out where they'd sent you,
because I was kinda curious. I had a funny feeling about you
last week, and I came here and started watching you. It was
obvious something was wrong, so I cal--"
She was interrupted by the bouncer, who stood behind her
chair and cleared his throat. "Th' bar's closin' now."
She looked up at him. "Why didn't you say something
earlier?"
"I was gonna, but I heard you was talkin' about some guy
fucking you and I didn't wanna interrupt."
Jennifer rolled her eyes and stood up. "Okay. C'mon,
kid. I need a shower bad, so let's go to a hotel. There's a lot
I still gotta tell you."
I was a little annoyed at being called "kid" by someone
who looked fifteen. Of course, she was my mother, but still. I
did want to hear what other bombshells she was going to drop on
me, though. I picked up my coat and followed her to the door,
half-expecting her to say, "By the way, kid, your father is Henry
Kissinger" or something.
We took a taxi to a cheap hotel somewhere, and she took
off to the shower while I sat on the bed and sorted things out.
Okay, this explained a lot. I mean, sensitive eyes,
puking a lot, the whole nine fucking yards. I didn't know why
it'd take twenty-three years for me to change when it took her a
week, but it was pretty obvious it was happening. Oh boy.
Well, maybe I could use it to pick up girls. "Hey babe,
wanna see my coffin?" Or maybe "Hey, babe, what's your blood
type?" Would that matter? Of course, I was AB Positive, so I
could probably eat anything.
The door to the bathroom opened, and Jennifer reached out
in the middle of a cloud of steam to grab the towels off a table.
She left the door open while she dried off. I didn't have any-
thing better to do than watch her, so I did. She had real good
tits; they were pretty big, but they didn't really look like they
needed support. A lot of people would've called them "perky" but
that always sounds idiotic. Her nipples and aureoles were real
pale; on most people, they would've been invisible, but they
showed up a little on her because her skin was colored like
paper. She started drying her hair off, making her tits shake
around; I watched that for a bit, then looked down further. Her
pubic hair was the same color as the hair on her head, a real
light blonde. The hips were real narrow, almost like a guy's,
but her ass was nice.
I was starting to admire her legs when a little voice in
my skull reminded that this was my mother I was getting hard
over, and anyway wasn't there something more useful I could do
with my time? I turned on the television.
A Friday night at 3:17 doesn't usually have much on. The
networks were all static; the rest of the stuff was either re-
maindered PBS documentaries, or reruns of lousy sitcoms. I
hovered briefly on an episode of "The Excessively Satisfied
Family" I'd never seen before, switched to "Dark Shadows" and
switched again after thinking about it a little, and finally
wound up with something with naked people rolling around on a
bed. This should take my mind off my mother, I thought.
Thinking about that made me think of my adoptive mother.
About fifty, twenty pounds overweight, wrinkles, really saggy
tits. Just thinking about her was enough to really turn me off.
Jennifer came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped
around her body. "Looks interesting," she said, looking at the
TV. She dropped her clothes on the chair.
"So. It looks like you got affected by the vampire
saliva stuff and got changed too, right?" She started sorting
through the clothes until she found her panties, which were very
thin black lace. She started to pull them on, said "Hell with
it," and dropped them again.
Between the TV and the panties, I was real distracted,
but I managed to say, "Looks like it."
She came over and sat next to me on the bed. "Well, you
should be up to the real fun stuff now. Had any strange urges
lately?"
The towel just seemed to slide off of her as she leaned
across the bed and crushed her lips into mine. I tried to say
something, but as soon as I opened my mouth, her tongue was in
it, poking around like she was searching for something. I stiff-
ened and started to shove her off of me, but she held on tight to
my arms and continued to probe. I started to relax, I'm still
not sure why, and I returned the kiss with interest added.
She pushed me down on the bed and swung her legs over my
hips, keeping her tongue locked to mine. Finally the kiss ended
and she leaned back and sat on her ankles, looking down at me.
The angle of her legs caused her pussy to spread slightly open,
and she smiled as she saw my reaction.
She grabbed hold of my shirt and literally tore it off of
my body, then pulled me back to her open mouth. Her nipples were
hard against my chest and I, well, there wasn't much that I could
do. She was incredibly strong, and I wondered if her other
muscles were as strong as her arms. I fell back onto the bed as
she released me, and she slid down lower on the bed, until her
face was hovering over my crotch. I was real unsure about what
was happening to me, so I just watched as she took hold of my
jeans, unsnapped them, and then drew the zipper down with her
teeth. Her hands slid to my hips and then farther down, carrying
my pants and underwear down with them. I could feel her breath
on my cock, but it wasn't like what I was used to - the breath
wasn't any warmer then the air in the room.
I started to feel real scared as I caught sight of her
teeth getting closer to my cock, and I must have started to tense
up, because she left that alone and came back up to cover my
mouth with hers. As I kissed her, I started to relax again, and
it didn't really seem to matter. She slid down my body, kissing
it on the way, until she got back to where she started from. Her
lips ran up and down the shaft, and her tongue curled around the
tip.
Finally, she took my cock into her mouth and began to
slide her lips up and down, all the while keeping her tongue
sliding around and around. I could feel her pointed teeth scrap-
ing my skin as it slid in and out of her mouth, and it sent
shivers of fear and excitement through my body. Either you know
exactly what I was feeling or you have no clue what I was going
through. My hands reached down almost by themselves, and pulled
her face up to mine. We began to kiss again, as she rubbed her
crotch up and down on mine.
She began to moan softly as she reached down between us
and guided my stiff cock between her legs. As she slid onto me I
let out my breath in a gasp and began to grind my hips against
hers. She writhed on top of me, her nipples brushing my chest
and making it tingle while her mouth left mine and slid slowly to
my left ear.
I slid my hands up between us and cupped her tits, my
thumbs rubbing her nipples. She gasped and thrust herself harder
against me. I was breathing real fast now, and it was almost
over.
I clutched at her as I felt myself start to come. My
God! I'm fucking my mother! I thought just as I spurted into
her.
She wasn't far behind me, and a split second later her
body started to jerk up and down. Her lips were pressed to my
neck and I felt a sharp pain, but it didn't matter at the time.
I relaxed as she bent over me, and I realized that she was drink-
ing my blood. Of course, since I was already fucking my mother,
the fact that she was sucking my blood as well as my cock didn't
really seem that important. Maybe thinking about that turned me
off again, because I was going limp real quickly.
Finally she finished, and rolled off of me and walked
into the bathroom. I lay there in the bed, relaxed and happy,
watching her ass swing from side to side. My hand reached up to
my neck and came away wet with blood. I hoped it wouldn't leave
too much of a mess on the sheets
As I lay there, the good feeling from the sex began to
wear off, and I started actually thinking about what'd just
happened. I could deal with fucking my mother; I mean, hell, I'd
never met her before tonight. Anyway, she might be almost forty,
but she's still got the body of a teenager.
I could almost deal with her sucking my blood. She needs
to eat, and I was available. Anyway, she was good enough to more
than paid me back for the blood.
It was both of those on top of the fact I was becoming a
vampire that really got me. My mother the vampire shows up out
of nowhere after twenty-three years, fucks me, and guzzles a
quart of my blood. It's not a bodily fluid I'm used to swapping.
Besides, I was hungry.
Staying in bed was getting too depressing, so I got up.
Jennifer - Mom - had left her towel on the floor, and I wiped the
blood off my neck and chest with it. I expected the bite to be
sore, but it had already healed. I pulled my underwear and
pants, zipped, and looked around for what was left of my shirt.
The front of it was torn in half all the way down the middle, and
so I just put on my jacket and got the hell out.
It was a cloudy night. I was glad; the moon woulda been
real annoying just then. I was in a mood to wander around in the
dark. I hoped somebody showed up and gave me some shit; I wanted
to beat the hell out of someone. Maybe even Mom. I couldn't
believe I didn't care about it while it was actually happening.
There was a cool breeze blowing that seemed to chill my
entire body. I buttoned my jacket all the way, but it didn't
help.
The streetlights were getting on my nerves. My sunglass-
es were probably lying underneath the bed; maybe Mom was doing
something perverted with them. I wanted to get the hell away
from the lights, so I headed for the alley. It looked nice and
dark, and I could sit on one of those crates.
I sat on the crate for a while, and then I smelled some-
thing. It smelled like old sweat; I should've been disgusted,
but there was just something about it. Something so human. I
needed human contact right about now. I'd had enough inhuman
contact already.
I heard the guy now. He sounded like he was singing
something, but he was real bad and I couldn't tell what. I moved
to the corner of the alley, so I could get a look at him when he
showed up.
As he got closer, the scent got stronger, and I clenched
the drain-pipe near me, not noticing it was crushing like a beer
can. The guy got closer I could see his shadow on the sidewalk
I couldn't hold out any longer. I leaped out across the
sidewalk and landed on him. The girl he was with (Girl? Where'd
she come from?) yelled "Jon!" screamed, and ran. I had knocked
the guy to the ground, and now I turned to him. He tried to push
me away, but I hauled him in and fastened my teeth into his
throat.
There was a little resistance to my teeth, but it broke
away and my teeth clicked together. I pulled my head back, and
shoved him away from my face, back onto the pavement. For a
split second, his throat wouldn't give, but then I was able to
rip a big chunk out of it, and I felt a splash of hot wetness on
my chest. I opened my mouth and bent to his neck, gulping the
blood as fast as I could. The hot fluid filled me and I felt
like I was blushing. It felt good. It felt right.
I sucked the blood until it stopped spurting out. There
was a lot of it around, and I didn't want to waste it. I ripped
the guy's shirt off and used it to sponge up the puddle he was
lying on. When it was soaked through, I started sucking on it.
I got all I could, and sat back.
The whole experience was incredible. It was like the
first time I got laid, but a hell of a lot more intense. It was
bizarre, but I felt alive for the first time ever.
I dropped the guy's shirt and headed back towards the
hotel. I had a lot to talk to Mom about.