Vampmom

Back at Libby’s house, the tension coiled tighter as Janice’s thumb lingered on Sarah’s lip. Libby’s knee pressed harder against Sarah’s, her breath hitching when Sarah didn’t pull away. The muted horror movie painted streaks of crimson across their faces, mirroring the heat rising in Libby’s chest. Janice’s smirk widened as she stepped back, her robe slipping slightly off one shoulder. “Well, I’ll leave you two to… whatever this is.” She winked, her gaze lingering on Sarah’s parted lips before she turned, the hem of her robe brushing Libby’s ankle as she sauntered out.Sarah’s breath stuttered as Libby’s fingers twitched against the couch cushion—then, in one reckless motion, closed the distance between them. Their lips crashed together, messy and electric. Libby tasted like stolen cherry lip gloss and the faint tang of the popcorn they’d been eating earlier. Sarah whimpered into the kiss, her hands flying up to tangle in Libby’s hair, tugging just hard enough to make Libby gasp against her mouth. The movie’s flickering light caught the silver of Libby’s braces as she bit Sarah’s lower lip, her knee sliding between Sarah’s thighs with a boldness that made Sarah’s stomach swoop.

Sarah arched against her, the friction of Libby’s thigh between her legs sending sparks through her veins. The muffled screams from the horror movie became a distant hum beneath the rush of blood in Libby’s ears. Her hands slid beneath Sarah’s oversized sleep shirt, fingertips tracing the dip of her waist—softer than she’d imagined, warmer. A creak in the hallway made them freeze. Janice’s shadow stretched across the doorway, her silhouette leaning casually against the frame. “Mm, finally,” she purred, swirling the wine in her glass. Libby jerked back, but Sarah clung to her wrist, her nails leaving crescent moons in Libby’s skin.

Janice took a slow sip of wine, her eyes dark with amusement as she watched Sarah's fingers tighten possessively around Libby's wrist. The air crackled—part embarrassment, part defiance—as Libby swallowed hard, her pulse hammering where Sarah still held her. "Mom—" Libby started, voice cracking. Janice waved her free hand dismissively. "Oh, don't stop on my account," she murmured, stepping fully into the room. The robe gaped slightly at her chest as she perched on the arm of the couch, her thigh brushing Sarah's shoulder. Sarah shivered, her grip on Libby loosening just enough for Janice to catch her chin again, tilting her face up. Janice’s eyes gleamed unnaturally in the dim light—pupils dilating until the deep blackness seemed to swallow the whites entirely, leaving twin pools of liquid darkness. Sarah gasped, but before she could react, Janice’s thumb pressed harder against her chin, forcing her mouth open slightly. “M-Mrs. Holloway?” Sarah’s voice trembled as those inky eyes flickered with something primal, something hungry.

Sarah’s breath hitched as Janice’s thumb slid from her chin to trace the curve of her bottom lip—the touch deliberate, possessive. Libby tensed beside her, her knee still pressed between Sarah’s thighs, but now trembling. “Mom,” Libby whispered, but the word dissolved into a whimper as Janice’s other hand tangled in her daughter’s hair, tilting Libby’s head back to expose the pale column of her throat. Sarah watched, frozen, as Janice’s lips parted —revealing elongated canines that glinted in the TV’s flickering light.

Janice’s fangs gleamed as she paused, her inhuman gaze flickering to the shadowy corner of the room where a small red light blinked rhythmically. A slow, wicked smile curled her lips. “Silly me,” Janice purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement as she released Libby’s hair to gesture toward the forgotten camera. “I forgot i set up the camera to record the show for my online fans.” Her thumb still pressed against Sarah’s lip, she tilted her head mockingly. “Though I suppose this is better than anything I’d scripted.” Libby made a strangled noise, her face flushing crimson as she followed her mother’s gaze to the tripod. With a camera recording , live streaming to a website.

Rachel’s fingers dug into her mattress as she stared at Libby’s Instagram post—Sarah curled against Libby’s shoulder, both bathed in the blue glow of the TV. The notification ping made her jump: Live: VampMom’s Midnight fun live stream. Her thumb hovered, pulse throbbing between her legs where damp fabric clung. The livestream loaded just as Janice’s strips off her robe Sarah’s and Libby whimpered, her hand fisting in Sarah’s shirt as the camera zoomed in. Rachel’s breath came in shallow gasps. She should close the tab. Shouldn’t be watching this.Rachel’s fingers trembled as she adjusted the volume, her other hand slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. On screen, Janice’s robe pooled at her feet, revealing pale skin that shimmered unnaturally in the dim light. Sarah whimpered—half fear, half arousal—as Janice’s claw-like nails traced down her collarbone. “Such pretty girls youve both grown into,” Janice murmured, her fangs glistening as she leaned closer to Sarah

Libby’s fingers trembled as she reached for the hem of Sarah’s shirt, pulling it up with a **** urgency. Sarah arched into the touch, her breath hitching as cool air kissed her newly exposed skin. The camera’s red light pulsed like a heartbeat in the corner, casting long shadows across their tangled limbs. Janice chuckled low in her throat, her fangs pressing indents into her bottom lip as she watched. “That’s it, sweethearts,” she murmured, her voice thick with hunger. “Give them a real show.” Sarah’s hands fumbled with the clasp of Libby’s bra, her nails scraping lightly over flushed skin before the fabric fell away.

Libby gasped as Sarah’s mouth found her nipple. The camera angle shifted with predatory precision, zooming in on Sarah’s trembling fingers as they slid beneath Libby’s waistband. Janice’s breath hitched audibly as she stepped closer, her shadow looming over them. “Look at the camera, darling,” she commanded Libby, her claw tracing Sarah’s spine possessively. “Let them see how beautifully you two are.” Rachel’s choked moan filled her empty bedroom as she watched Libby’s back arch, the live chat scrolling rapidly with lurid comments Rachel’s choked moan filled her empty bedroom as she watched Libby’s back arch, the live chat scrolling rapidly with lurid comments. "Fuck, look at them—" "Janice knows exactly what she’s doing." "I’d pay to be in that room right now." The words blurred as Rachel’s fingers pressed harder between her thighs, her hips lifting off the mattress in time with Libby’s shuddering gasp on screen. Janice’s carressing Sarah’s body possessively

her claws dragging slow, teasing lines down Sarah’s ribs before cupping her breast with a grip that made Sarah whimper. Libby watched, her lips parted, her own arousal spiking as Sarah’s back arched into Janice’s touch.Sarah’s striped tee slipped the rest of the way off her shoulders as Janice’s claws raked downward, the fabric pooling around her wrists like surrendered bonds. Libby moaned at the sight—Sarah’s chest heaving, her nipples pebbled under the vampire’s cold appraisal—and captured Sarah’s mouth in a messy kiss, their tongues tangling as Janice’s fingers tightened possessively around Sarah The camera shuddered as someone adjusted the tripod, framing Janice’s fangs gliding along Sarah’s pulse point while Libby’s hands scrambled to unbutton her own jeans. Chat messages exploded across the screen:

"Bite her already!" "

Turn her"

"Yes..this is happening...vampmom the vampire queen of the internet"

scrolled across the live chat in bold, neon letters, lost in the flood of thirsty comments as Janice’s fangs scraped Sarah’s breast Libby’s breath hitched—half in protest, half in **** want—as she watched Sarah’s head tilt back, exposing of her neck to Janice. Her own fingers trembled against her waistband, nails digging into her hips as she fought the urge to touch herself right there, under the camera’s unblinking gaze.Rachel’s fingers moved frantically now, her own arousal mirroring the scene unfolding on screen. The slick heat between her thighs made her shorts cling uncomfortably, but she couldn’t stop—wouldn’t stop—not when Janice’s crimson lips parted and those glistening fangs finally— A sharp knock at her bedroom door shattered the moment. “Rachel?” Her mother’s voice. “Are you still awake?” Rachel’s hand flew from her shorts as if burned. The laptop screen dimmed automatically, but not fast enough—Sarah’s gasp still echoed through the speakers as Janice’s fangs— “Just studying!” Rachel croaked, slamming the laptop shut.

Rachel’s heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at the closed laptop, the phantom echoes of Sarah’s moans still vibrating through her bones. The knock came again, sharper this time. "I—I’m coming!" Rachel scrambled off the bed, hastily smoothing her rumpled shirt before cracking the door open just enough to see her mother’s concerned frown. "You’re flushed," her mother observed, reaching out to press a cool hand against Rachel’s forehead. "Are you feeling alright?" "Fine! Just—" Rachel’s breath hitched as the memory of Janice’s claws sinking into Sarah’s hips flashed behind her eyelids. "—hot. It’s stuffy in here."