“Can I get you anything to eat? I sort of made enough to feed a small army. There’s pineapple, oranges, and cottage cheese, or you could have panc...kes. Or eggs, if you want.”She gave me a small smile. “Fruit sounds nice,” she agreed, only to look away abruptly when I got up, her face flushed at the sight of my still-hard cock.In my haste to get breakfast for her, I’d sort of forgotten.Although the distraction helped me cool off a little, and by the time I had cottage cheese and fruit in a bowl,. She was never allowed to wear a bra or panties under these dresses, no matter what the social occasion. At most social events everyone in attendance knew that before the night would end Mother would be naked with cum dripping from her holes.My Father also was an authoritarian. I learned early in life to disobey him meant the belt. Or, the strap. Always while tied up and naked. Probably because of how both my Mother and I were treated at home, I became a natural submissive. More than once both. They were both giggling as they gradually increased the pressure on each other's lips. Then they were gnawing on each other's faces, Katie basically copying what Beth was doing to her. They both bit into each other's necks almost simultaneously, Beth radiating her orgasm as Katie's dull human teeth sank into her flesh.Katie's emotions were wild and uncontrolled as she tasted the vampire's blood. The sensation of her cells regenerating as fast as Beth's sharp teeth were damaging them was. It was even smaller than the other boys penis’s that were limp that I watched while taking showers after gym. And once again, I noticed that I had slime on the tip of my penis as I lie there thinking. It didn’t hurt, and actually, it felt kind of good in weird way. But this slime on the end concerned me and wondered about going to my mother and asking if I should see a doctor, but then I’d have to show it to her, so I decided that I’d just wait and see if it would just go away. The next.