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Blood Ties: Vampirism & incest
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Blood Ties
By Doug Atkinson and 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, because 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 background?" 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 started going to wild parties,
coming home at all hours, if I came homefucking 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 kissing 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 hospital, 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 midnightand 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 something. "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 guyI 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 anything 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 aureolae 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 remaindered 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 stiffened 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
Iwell, 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 scraping 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 drinking 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 sunglasses 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 something. It
smelled like old sweat; I should've been disgusted, but there was just
something about it. Something sohuman. 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 closerI
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
[Disclaimer: The above story is a work of fiction. Neither of the authors is
now, or ever has been a vampire, or, indeed, any type of undead. Neither are
our mothers vampires, nor have we slept with them. If we have offended any
incestuous undead readers of this newsgroup, please accept our apologies. We
are currently conducting research for our next story, those wishing to assist
us should e-mail to: [email protected] or douga@yang earlham.edu]
--
Jeff Johnston (ChaOs...) Earlham College Moon-Light VAX Driving Corps
"Deorum injuriae Diis curae"<= Impressive Latin Quotes =>"Dum vivimus, vivamus!"
[email protected] "What a strange person..." [email protected]
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