Maria, Julia's mother

Jessica awakes for the second time to a knock at the door. She looks at the clock: 7:38 pm, definitely past sundown. She feels rested, but is so hungry. She goes to unlock and open the door, the sheet wrapped around her.

Standing outside her room is her Maria, her mother. She is dressed in a terrycloth robe, and looks deeply concerned.

Maria

"Julia, can we talk?" Maria asks meekly.

"Yes, come in Mom" Julia says, closing the door after Maria. They sit together on the bed. Julia doesn't know what to say. How do you tell your mother that you've become a bloodsucking monster?

Julia remembers earlier in the morning. I could...control her she thinks. Julia decides to explore her power. Julia takes Maria's hands in her own. "Mom, everything is fine. I want you to know that everything is fine. I am just feeling a little under the weather. I won't be going back to school this term. I'll be living at home, with you and Francesca. It's no big deal... You'll see no reason to discuss it with anyone" Julia says slowly, staring into Maria's eyes.

"Yes, of course, it's no big deal. You should stay here as long as you need to get well. No need to tell anyone you're here...." Maria says, as if hypnotized.

"Good" Julia says, pleasantly surprised at how simple this was. "I'll be moving to the basement. I am not to be disturbed while the sun is out. My illness has made me very sensitive to direct sunlight. You are not to come in the basement, you have no reason to go down there. I'll see you when I come up."

"Yes Julia, that makes total sense. I understand. You should definitely move to the basement."

"I love you, Mom" Julia says, and Maria's heart melts. The mother and daughter embrace. Julia finds herself kissing and licking Maria's neck, but stops herself. I was a second away from drinking her. She smells so good.

Julia decides to see how far she can push things. She feels badly about manipulating her mother, but thinks it's better than exposing her to the terror of the truth. "Mom, to get better, I need to... nurse" Julia says, unsure of how this will be received.

"Julia, please do. I want you to get healthy again" Maria says, undoing the belt around her waist and letting her robe fall open. Julia hasn't seen her mother naked in a long time. Her large breasts have sagged only slightly as she's aged, but she is still quite beautiful. Julia looks down her body, to the black patch of pubic hair on her mound. Julia finds herself increasingly aroused, but the arousal is followed by shame. She's my own mother! This is about blood, not sex. What choice do I have? Julia gently pushes Maria down onto her back, and straddles her waist. Her naked ass and thighs are in direct contact with Maria's skin, but Julia tries to ignore it despite her increasing wetness. She cups Maria's breast in her hand.

"Thank you, mom. I love you." Julia says. She bends down, her sheet coming undone and he bare breasts rubbing against her mother's stomach, and she bites softly into Maria's plump breast. Maria gasps as Julia sucks and slurps at her breast, the delicious blood pulsing down her throat. Maria begins to moan, and strokes Julia's hair. Julia begins to slowly rub her sex against Maria's skin, but stops herself. Julia feels Maria slacken under her and removes her fangs. She laps at the blood seeping out of the wound, and to her surprise, Julia notices that the puncture wounds seem to be healing over. She cleans the remaining blood from her mother's breast.

"Thanks Mom" Julia says, kissing Maria on the cheek. Maria closes her robe, and sits back up. Julia leaves her sheet open. We are past modesty she thinks.

"Julia, you already look healthier. The color had returned to your cheeks." Maria places her hand on Julia's cheek. "You feel much warmer."

Julia smiles at her mom. "Yes, I feel better already."

Maria gets up. "Alright, I'll let you rest dear. Let me know if you need anything" Maria says as she exits the room, closing the door behind her. Once the door is closed, Julia lies back on her bed and begins to frantically masturbate. The blood, the skin to skin contact with her mother, she is to worked up and needs a release. Her emotions are a mess: a mixture of intense arousal and deep shame. Julia rubs herself to two climaxes, fantasizing about her mother's soft body, her sweet blood.

As Julia comes down from her climaxes, she realizes how hungry she still is. The cravings are so bad it hurts. A little blood here and there from family members isn't enough, she needs a real meal, and soon.