Empowering

Brenda was indeed a new woman when she woke up. She hung on my every word and obeyed my every order without a second's thought. My first thought was that she should cook us all breakfast but I then realised that we both now had no appetite for anything but blood. We also had two sons to kill. Since it was Brenda's first time, I decided to let her have Robin, the smaller and younger of the two. Her eyes lit up at the prospect. Despite having turned twenty, there was still something of an innocent choirboy look about Robin that yesterday she would have described as cute. Today, he'd appear irresistably sexy to her and as an act of good will towards my now everso obliging wife, I decided that he could be completely hers forever.

I helped my wife shower to get all the dried blood off. She then liberally sprayed herself with the perfume Robin liked best. Still naked, Brenda crept into her youngest son's bedroom and slipped into bed with him. I know this because I'd come in with her, just to make sure there were no complications. Robin woke, saw and felt his naked mother embracing him and only got as far as "WHAT THE FUCK MUM...." before she silence him with a violently savage kiss that drew all the breath out of him. I pulled back the bedclothes to get a better view of the action. Robin was lying on his back and now in a deep state of shock. Brenda straddled her boy and began to grind her moist and relaxed vagina against her son's flaccid cock. Non too slowly, it engorged, straightened, swelled and stiffened. Brenda gave out a deep sigh of satisfaction as she lowered her dripping cunt onto Robin's shaft, engulfing it completely. Robin's will was no longer his own. His mother was eagerly fucking him, bouncing up and down on his manhood and rejoicing in the wet squelching sounds their sexual organs were emitting. Soon, all trace of shock, shame and guilt about what was happening to him had left Robin, leaving him feeling nothing but growing pleasuable sexual tension that would inevitably result in a full blown orgasm. He'd just been forcibly made a mother fucker but was actually beginning to enjoy it. It felt good. In fact, it felt fucking fantastic! Brenda meanwhile, was loving the feel of Robin's youthful rock hard cock inside her, filling her, stretching her, completing her. Robin reached up to take hold of his mum's pendulous bouncing boobs and dig his spread finger deeply into her mature feminine softness. This was all it took to bring him to orgasm. His sweet boyish face contorted in ecstacy as he ejuculated into his panting mother. Brenda's vagina tightened its grip on her son's cock so as not to lose a drop of the man juice he was pumping into her.

Things stayed this way until Robin was completely spent. He looked up into his mother's adoring face. Saw the look of hunger spread across it and noticed for the first time that mummy now possessed a pair of sharply pointed fangs which she was now in the act of lowering towards his unprotected throat. But it was okay. This was mum. She loved him. She wouldn't let anything bad happen to him. He felt a thrilling tingle as the sharp points of mum's fangs touched his pale skin, just to the side of his wind pipe. He then felt his mother licking him there untill that area mysteriously went numb and he could feel nothing. Mum then started making frenzid feeding sounds. She was gulping as if drinking. Soon, the sounds of the room began to echo and his vision began to blur. The last thing he remembered of his mortal existence was the unmistakable metalic taste of blood in his mouth.

"You need another shower" I said as Brenda finally tore herself away from the corpse of her youngest son. Her response was an immediate"yes master" and she went and did just that. Most satisfactory!

However, dawn was about to break and we still had a living son to sort out as a matter of some urgency. Me being full of Brenda's blood was a bit of a problem here because I just wasn't hungry any more. Once Brenda had showered and brushed her fangs, I commandeered the bathroom for the sole purpose of sticking my fingers down my throat. It worked. Brenda's blood was spewed down the toilet and I was immediately feeling peckish again; hungry enough to eat Martin