My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

“A-Axy… I don’t know if I should be happier that you fucked me so passionately… or worried. I know you hate it when I get paranoid… but you almost made it feel like goodbye sex,” Veronica murmurs.

It’s not even six in the morning, and yet my mind is already twelve hours ahead — to the time Kimberly and I agreed on for our final meeting before going off to get ourselves killed by Frank and his men.

Tonight’s plan is simple: dinner together, a walk somewhere, and then, in the dead of night, an assault on Frank’s mansion.

And maybe something in between, if you catch my drift…

Fuck, if I’m going to die anyway, I at least hope I get to fuck her first.

“No, Mom, don’t worry — everything’s fine.”

We’re lying on the double bed, me on top of her with her enormous tits serving as my pillow. I massage her back while she massages mine, as my cum drips from her holes.

“You woke me up at four in the morning to make love to me — you’ve never done that before. You always waited for my alarm to go off because you didn’t want me going to work half-asleep. It’s obvious something’s wrong.”

“I’m telling you — everything’s fine. I’m just… a little lost in thought.”

“What’s bothering you, Axy? You know perfectly well that whatever the problem is, if there’s anything I can do to help, I’ll gladly do it.”

I shake my head slightly.

“Nothing… let’s just say it’s something that’s been on my mind since yesterday. At school, during philosophy class, we talked about free will and the weight of our choices. Yeah, I know it’s ridiculous that I’m thinking about something like that at six in the morning, but the subject really stuck with me and got me thinking. So, well… I’d like to talk about it with you. If you want to, obviously…”

Veronica’s face lights up with joy.

“Of course I do! In fact, it’s been years since you asked me something like this! Aaah… this takes me back to when you were still a sweet little ten-year-old. Until then, the orphanage had been your entire world, and you knew nothing about how things worked in the city. Everything you saw was new to you, and you’d bombard me with questions about absolutely everything. I won’t deny that sometimes I miss that curious little Axy who was amazed by everything and always looked to his mom for advice and explanations. I’m all ears, sweetheart.”

Damn… it’s been so long that I don’t even remember the things she’s talking about anymore.

Those must’ve been really happy times, and I guess they helped nurture the boundless love I feel for her.

“Mom… have you ever had to make a decision that helped one person while destroying someone else at the same time?”

Veronica gives me a small smile.

“Axy… you do remember what I do for a living, right? Making decisions that leave someone unhappy for the good of the company is practically a CEO’s job.”

Yeah, she’s got a point.

And she’s the best at what she does, too — I’m sure she’ll be able to help me make the right decision about this whole mess with the Monster Slayers and Frank Pyton.

Sure, I agreed to help Kimberly, but only so I could walk out of there on my own two feet.

I can still change my mind.

“Let’s imagine there’s a vicious tiger in the savanna that’s terrorizing all the other animals. You’re one of those animals… um… let’s say a zebra. But this tiger is so good at hiding that the hunter just can’t find it. Then one day, the hunter discovers that you’re the only one who knows where the tiger is hiding, so he blackmails you: either you act as bait to lure the tiger out into the open, or he shoots you. He still gives you one day to think it over. So, if you were the zebra, what would you do? Help the hunter, run away, or something else?”

The thoughtful expression that instantly appears on Veronica’s face tells me she’s taking this little riddle seriously.

“Mmh… that’s not simple at all, you know? If I refused to help the hunter, I’d definitely die by his hand. If I agreed, I’d have a chance of surviving, but only if the hunter managed to kill the tiger. I could run away, but that would open up countless other possibilities…”

Those are exactly the same problems I noticed, and she seems just as stuck as I am.

Shit… I didn’t think I’d back her into such a difficult corner. I almost feel guilty for dumping this problem on her.

She seemed so excited about helping me, and the last thing I want is to make her feel stupid…

“If we only consider the two options of ’helping the hunter’ or ’running away,’ then this is a problem with no optimal solution… but why should I limit myself to just those two options?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that life isn’t a multiple-choice game, and the decisions you can make when faced with a problem are practically infinite. And with an infinite number of possible solutions, it’s mathematically impossible for there not to be at least one right one.”

“On paper, you’re right… but you still haven’t answered my question.”

Veronica smiles at me.

“The problem lies in the question itself, my beloved Axy. You haven’t found a solution because you’ve been approaching this riddle completely wrong. You’ve only considered the two opposite extremes — helping the hunter or refusing to help him — when there are countless shades in between. Instead of trying to find a solution right away, first think about the right sequence of questions that will lead you to it.”

“The right sequence of questions…? What does that even mean…?”

“Let me explain. For example: what scenario gives me the highest chance of survival regardless of how the fight between the tiger and the hunter ends? Once you’ve figured that out, you ask yourself: what conditions need to be in place for that scenario to happen? Then: how do I create those conditions? And you keep working backward from there. Those questions will lead to more questions, and eventually, those questions will lead you to the solution. The hunter gave the zebra an entire day to think about it — more than enough time to come up with an effective strategy. Anyway, I only gave you this whole speech to open your mind and teach you how to face the problems life throws at you on your own. I could’ve just given you the optimal solution right away, but I thought it would be more useful to first explain how I arrived at it.”

“Are you telling me you actually managed to find a solution to this problem?!”

“In this problem, just like in life, there are no solutions with a one-hundred-percent chance of success — there are simply too many variables, and they’re far too unpredictable to account for every single one. Just to give you an example, I could devise the perfect strategy to convince a potential investor, but if that person dies on the way to my office, then obviously I can’t close the deal. I only take into account the things I can control, or the things that have a reasonably high chance of happening. And with that in mind, I believe I’ve found the solution with the highest probability of survival. I’m not saying it’s one hundred percent, but it comes pretty close…”

“And what would that be?”

She smiles at me and strokes my chest. Then her hand moves lower. Her nails graze my abdomen, until finally her fingers close around my cock.

“Don’t be in such a hurry. I’ll tell you later… I still have an hour before I have to leave for work. We’ve got plenty of time to have a little more fun…” she says, starting to stroke my cock to get me hard again.

“Oh… speaking of that riddle,” she continues. “The eagerness and passion you fucked me with this morning… don’t you think they’d be exactly the same as that poor zebra’s when saying goodbye to her mate before the big day?”

No sentence could’ve possibly hit the mark any harder… considering I’m literally the zebra in that riddle!

Still… what kind of comparison is that?

Not even Melania could’ve found a way to put an erotic spin on a riddle like this.

It takes almost two uninterrupted minutes before my cock finally gets hard enough to enter Veronica.

A soft moan slips from her lips, nothing compared to the outright screams I draw from her when I’m at my best.

“Looks like this riddle is really driving you crazy if even being inside me isn’t enough to get you completely hard…” Veronica comments, a faint note of disappointment in her voice. “Let’s play a game — make me come by seven in the morning and I’ll give you the solution. Otherwise… well, you’ll never know.”

Then she leans forward.

Her enormous breasts press against my face, her full lips brushing against my ear. Then she softly whispers something really… strange.

“Fuck me the way only you know how, my little zebra.”