Who's home?

Hannah, her mom

Chapter 8 by Teamx

Becky walked in her house and yelled out for her mom. She thought that she might be upstairs in her room so she was surprised to hear a groan from the couch in the family room. There were a couple of wine glasses out and a few empty bottles. Her mom rarely drank. "Maybe this is why Dad asked me to check on Mom." She thought.

"Mom, you alright? Did you drink all of this?"

Hannah leaned her head back on the couch and tried to think. "No. The Parkers came back from their trip. Brought us some wine and.......um....." Hannah looked at herself. She was wrapped in a blanket, no clothes on underneath. "What the hell happened?" Hannah muttered.

Waking up naked with bottles of wine scattered is unlike Hannah. She was shy in high school. Not many friends. She was content to read books and listen to musicals when she was younger. She didn't date until she met and married her college sweetheart, Pete. Becky came soon after. She never had a wild rebellious period. Pete was surprised on how innocent she was when he met her.

While Becky went to the bathroom Hannah quickly found some clothes to put on and she leaned back on the couch and tried to remember this night. She wasn't drunk, but she felt different. She remembered Stacy Parker telling her that the wine was a special blend. Was it drugged? she thought. Hannah groaned as her stomach cramped. She had some strange horrible craving. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore it. She opened them when she smelled something delicious. Looking at the table she saw a half empty glass of red wine. Picking it up and draining it helped the craving. A tingle started to run through her body from her head down to her pussy.. A voice in her head told her to rub her pussy. Not having much will power at the moment Hannah listened and was rewarded with pleasure.....and memories.

--Hours earlier--

"Please come in Bob and Stacy. Did you have a good trip?"

"Best trip ever. Just wanted to thank you and Pete for watching our house while we were on our trip. One of our wine expert friends got us a great deal on this Easter European Red and we picked up a case. We have bottles for you, Pete and Becky, if you guys let her have a drink now and then. It's the best tasting wine we've ever had. We feel years younger, don't you think Stacy?"

"Oh yes. It's a special blend. They say it's made with vampire blood." Stacy looks at her husband Bob and they both laugh. "Let's have a drink, shall we?"

Hannah, not wanting to be rude, grabs some glasses while Bob opens the wine. The first sip is heavenly. The second is even better. Hannah starts to feel flush as the second bottle is opened and Stacy tells more about the trip. "At the end of the trip Bob and I were fucking like rabbits. I just could not get enough of Bob's giant cock! We actually even picked up a prostitute to play with." Hannah would usually be grossed out by sex talk was enjoying it as the red wine was giving her a nice all around buzz, not like one she's had before with wine.

"She was cute enough but she tasted like shit." Hannah was puzzled by Bob's phrasing "Tasted?"

"Oh I'm sorry Hannah. I guess we're jumping ahead and you don't realize yet" He looks at Stacy "I guess it's time to spill the beans. That wine is made with vampire blood and the fun side effect is...." Bob looks at Stacy and Hannah is stunned when Stacy hisses and fangs extend from her gums. Hannah looks back at Bob and sees his fangs as well. "You've drunk more than enough wine that you should be turning within the hour. Maybe we can speed that up."

Stacy appears besides Hannah and sinks her fangs into her throat.. Hannah's body explodes with orgasm as Stacy drinks for a few moments. When Stacy stops drinking Hannah is filled with more lust than she's ever been in her life. She grins at Bob with her eyes starting to glow red.

"Stacy said you have a giant cock. Why don't you show me..." Hannah opens her legs. "....and fuck me with it."

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