The answer lay in his blood.

By now, I was beginning to understand that to us vampires, all flesh really is very sexy. Race, gender, age, species; all these factors are quite immaterial to a member of the undead fraternity once gripped in the throes of blood lust. Taking blood for us is the most intmately erotic act of all and our adoration for the body providing our life preserving liquid food knows no bounds.

The thing is though, I was still in my first night of vampirism and so my head remained full of memories of how I used to think and feel before I became undead. Therefore, as a former straight dad, I'd taken no sexual interest in my son's body at all. Martin was twenty three now, heavily into sports and supremely fit. True I admired his broad shoulders, narrow waist and powerful thighs but only in as much as I considered him to be a fine specimen of manhood and was proud to have sired such a fine young man; a man I now simply had to kill or risk losing forever. I knew my supernatural strength could easily overcome Martin's prodigious but natural power yet somehow, I just wasn't fancying it. I tried a spot of masturbation to get me in the mood but it didn't help. The answer to this conundrum was clear: bite first, then ravish if I feel like it. So be it then.

Martin slept naked. As I approached his bed, he was lying in foetal position with his back to me. Perfect! He didn’t wake as I gently pulled down the duvet to reveal his smooth but manly torso. He barely stired as I lay on the bed so close to him that I could feel the heat radiating from his comatose body. As before, with a little concentration, I could clearly discern those veins and arteries just below the skin. As a matter of convenience, I went for the jugular. My teeth penetrated Martin and immediately, my mouth was full of delicious nourishing blood. You get no spurts from a vein, just a steady flow; so I opened my throat and just let it pour down my gullet.

Then the fun started. Martin awoke in a state of panic and began to struggle violently. By now though, I was holding my boy in a loving but powerful embrace from behind and his beautiful blood was working its erotic magic on me. In consequence, the feel of smooth, firm buttocks repeatedly coming into contact with my awakening penis was all it took for me to form the intention of buggering my boy. Sudden blood loss had already put him in such a state of shock that, apart from the occasional moan and whimper, he was making no sound. The creaking of the bed, the feint slapping of naked flesh on flesh and sighing sound skin makes when rubbing against a smooth sheet all told the story of a sex crazed father violently snuffing his son most eloquently.

Brenda came in just in time to see me steering the head of my cock up towards Martin's sphincter with carnal intent. She licked her lips and nodded, a look of raptuous excitement on her face that said "go on; do it."

I did it. I tore into my boy's lower intestine, burying my cock deep inside his dying body, relishing the warm smooth pressure engulfing my penis. Martin began to shake and jerk as his blood loss became critical. I didn’t need to hump him to enhance my sexual pleasure, my complete immersion within his quivering dying body was enough to bring me to orgasm. With eyes closed in ecstacy, I let it all go.....into him....with love. As the last of my semen seeped out into Martin's bowel and the exquisite sensation of orgasmic release relaxed into blissful afterglow, so the flow of blood ceased. It was over. Martin was dead.

I continued to lie with my son's corpse in my arms until I felt my cock shrinking within the confines of his arse. It was only in the act of disengaging from my son's body that the horrific realisation hit me that in my bloodlust, I'd totally forgotten to get any of my blood into Martin, blood that would turn him and bring him back to me. In shock and torment I turned towards Brenda only to see a beautific smile on her face and a still bleeding gash on one of her breasts.

"I could see you were having too much fun to think about it so I had Martin suckle from me in his dying moments. It was quite like old times really. Mind you, the thing is, when he wakes, he'll be mine, not yours. Still, since you're my lord and master, I don't suppose that's going to matter much. Whatever you want him to do, just tell me to tell him and I'll make sure he does it. I'll certainly be making sure he give me a right good seeing to when he wakes up."

Brenda's wonderful words swept my gut churning grief away in an instant. In gratitude, I leapt from the bed and gave her one long passionate if rather blood flavoured kiss. Now, there was one remaining member of our family to turn: our sweet little Susan. I'd been saving her till last but more over, I'd been saving her for myself.