What remains of Linda Miller

Side Story - A Mother’s Love

Linda just finished her night shift at the Jack’s Bar. She took off her waitress’ wear and grab her coat for the fresh, cool morning. After saying goodbyes to her co-workers, she exited the bar from the back door. It was 6 a.m. now. She needed to hurry home and make breakfast for her daughter and son. Life wasn’t easy for a single mother like her in the city.

The back alley was quiet at this time, but she saw a man laying by the wall at the entrance. The man’s chest heaved as he was breathing slower and slower. Must be a drunk, she thought. As a waitress of the bar, she has seen a lot of people like this man. He doesn’t need help and I don’t have time to get in trouble, she reminded herself and moved faster.

Just when she was about to leave the alley, the drunk suddenly grabbed her leg and bit on it.

“Hey! Let go of me!” Linda screamed as she felt a piercing pain coming from the backside of her left leg.

She tried to kick him off herself but was not strong enough. However, when the first light of the sun shone on the drunk, his head and hands started to burn. The drunk released Linda, screamed in pain and retreated to the shadows of the alley, which misled her to believe that she gave him a heavy kick.

“Fuck, are you crazy?” She cussed him before checking her leg. Blood was seeping through her pants, which made her very nervous. How hard did that guy bite? How sharp were his teeth?

The pain was easing. Her apartment was not far from here, so she decided to treat the wound back home. Besides, she got no more time to spare. She limped all the way home.

When she entered the room, her daughter, Janet, and her son, Jacob, were just awake. She didn’t stop to change her clothes or treat the wound, and headed towards the kitchen.

“Morning, mom.” Janet, brushing her brown hair, came out of the washroom for a moment to say hello.

“Morning, mom!” Jacob went out of his room and, after noticing the blood on Linda’s pants, asked, “What happened to your leg? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a small cut.” She smiled and quickly put the bacon and eggs in the plates and served them to the table.

“I’m sorry, mom. I need to go to work early this morning.” Janet has put on the suit and came out of her room.

“At least have some bread!” Linda handed her daughter a piece of baked bread, worriedly. She noticed that she was losing her strength and could barely hold up such a light object as a piece of bread.

“Thanks!” Janet grabbed the bread and ran out of the room.

“Mom, you OK?” Jacob also noticed his mother’s hand was shaking.

“I will be. Just finish your breakfast and go to school. I need to go to the bathroom. Remember to lock the door before you go!” Linda patted his head gently, stood up with difficulty and plodded her way to the bathroom.

She turned the light on and watch herself in the mirror. She’s awfully pale, and cold at the moment. She took off her pants and checked her leg. There were a pair of deep puncture wounds behind her left leg and they’re still bleeding slowly. That crazy shit must be wearing some kind of fake fangs, she thought. She struggled to breath harder and took out a bottle of rubbing **** and a roll of gauze from the medical kit.

“Mom, I’m going to school now!” Jacob said as he left the room, “I love you, mom!”

“I love you, too! Be careful!” She shouted back with all her strength left.

She carried the **** and the gauze to her bedroom. Sitting on the bed, she took off all her clothes and started to treat the wounds. When she rubbed them with ****, she didn’t feel hurt but aroused. After wrapping the wounds with a piece of gauze, she felt completely exhausted and fell in the bed. I need to rest, she thought as she lost her consciousness.

...

When she woke up, the sun was setting. Her vision was a bit red and her limbs were still cold. She sit up and unwrapped the gauze to check her wounds again. Blood has dried up and the wounds have healed a little.

She touched the wounds with her fingers and, suddenly, a sense of pleasure struck her whole body at the same time, making her let out a sultry moan. She couldn’t help but spread her shaking legs and slid a finger into her cunt. She felt something’s wrong about her but all the doubts were washed away by waves of sexual orgasms. When with two fingers in it she still craved for something, she grabbed the telephone from the bedside table, bit her lips in delight and dialed.

“Hello? Linda, is that you?” A male voice came through the phone.

“Harris...Ah! Come over...Ah!” She responded between her gasps.

“Now? Linda, you sound like-”

“Now!” She growled at the phone before hanging up and started to use three fingers.

Harris Benson was a single man living upstairs. He and Linda have been having a relationship for a while but she hasn’t told the kids yet. It only took a few minutes to go downstairs and Harris had a spare key to the apartment door. He opened the door and went into Linda’s bedroom. Immediately he was astonished at the scene.

“Wow, Linda. You’re...” He couldn’t find a better word to describe his lover today.

“Harris...” Linda gazed at her man with a seductive smile, “Stop talking...”

Harris couldn’t control himself anymore and slowly walked towards Linda. He took off his clothes one by one and, when his trousers were off, his cock was already hard. Linda pulled out her fingers, licked every drop of juice on them and moaned in complete bliss. Sweet...But in the room there was something much sweeter. Looking at the approaching Harris she finally realized what that was.

Harris’ pupils were dilated as he climbed on the bed and sit down. Linda gently wrapped her hands around him and slowly sit on him, guiding his manhood into herself. She felt the melting warmth from his body, from his cock and his veins. With eyes closed she rode the man with passion and Harris were moaning cooperatively. The two of them were melting with each other in this unimaginable pleasure.

Her moans turned to growls and her upper canines elongated into fangs. When she opened her red eyes, she could saw the veins of Harris’ clearly.

She pushed his head to the side and bit into his neck artery. Sweet blood burst into her mouth as she felt herself drowning in a red ocean, swallowed by a sensation of warmth and orgasm. By the time she felt fulfilled and pulled herself away from Harris’ neck, he was completely drained.

The night has fallen and she lightly stood up from the bed. She wiped the remaining blood around her mouth and savored every last drop, while walking into the bathroom. She wanted to look at her beautiful face now but there was no reflection of hers. She smiled, regardless, at the empty mirror.

It was at this moment, someone slapped rudely on the apartment door.

“Mrs. Miller! You’re making too much noise!” An old voice came outside the door. Must be her 60-year-old neighbour.

She flashed a more wicked smile and walked to the door.

Five minutes later, she was holding a large cup of blood as she went back in her bedroom. Harris, with his eyes turned red and his canines sharpened, was roaring mindlessly in bed. She gently held him in her arms and fed him with the cup of warm, fresh blood of an unlucky neighbour. He ferociously emptied the cup and let out an excited growl. Though his mind was still clouded in a red mist, his cock erected once again.

Looking at his lower part, she smiled, showing the charming fangs of hers, and pushed him down to the bed. He penetrated her with his cock and she did him with her fangs, sharing anything and everything they could get from each other, turning their eternal lives into eternal pleasure.

She couldn’t wait to share this gift with her daughter and son.