Hump in the Night

First of all ..... I am so sorry for the title but it's the perfect amount of funny and stupid.

Second of all, my first entry in my Halloween stories for this year. I love Halloween so I have four ... maybe five stories planned this year.

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Waking up alone every morning drills a sense of lonely independence into your soul. You do everything on your own, even when it gets to be too much. Especially then.

You have to, when you're alone. I had been for some time. It's an old story, really. My husband and I divorced a few years ago after we grew apart and we never really came to terms with the loss of our son. I say loss but he's still alive. I assume...

It was ten years ago that he left us. We fought, a stupid, stupid fight that I hadn't seen coming. I said some things that I didn't mean and he walked out and never came back. I regret that day with all of my heart.

Reggie, my ex, and his father never cared as he should. I swear the man never wanted a family and only had one because it was expected. He didn't care for his own son as he should have and I didn't have my son's back as I should have. I miss him so much. Not a day goes by, not in a decade that I haven't thought about him.

I pulled the tattered book I was reading the night before and set it on my side table. I love reading supernatural love stories and my favorite always helps me relax when I can't sleep. In particular, I love vampires whisking away lonely housewives. I know, it's silly but it makes me happy.

The handsome man on the cover smiled at me and I sighed. He reminded me of my Marcus.

Waking up and getting out of bed, my mind always goes to him. It's October 30th, a day I always spent with Marcus, my baby boy. He'd be twenty-eight now. Reggie and I had him a little early. We were seventeen then. At forty-five, I can't even remember what I felt like back then, what I loved. What I wanted out of life. It's all so hazy now.

Marcus and I spent the day before Halloween decorating and perfecting our costumes. The 30th is his birthday. We did whatever he wanted, I normally took him out of school and we bonded as we prepared for the big day.

We used to trick-or-treat every year and when he got too old, we handed out candy and then we always went out and watched a horror movie and ate as much junk food as we could. It's how our fight started. We were together like we were every year getting the house ready for Halloween. And ..... Well, mistakes were made.

Anyway, today, I hefted myself out of bed and dressed. I don't wear anything fancy anymore. I've let myself go a little but, it's not like men care. I'm still curvy, there's just a lot more to my curves. I got my large and heavy chest from Mom. Reggie always loved for me to show them off. He loved to say, "All the guys get jealous knowing they're all mine!"

My belly is softer and larger than before and my butt has gotten wider. I have a nice hourglass thing going on and it works for me. I still get looks, I just don't feel anything anymore when they happen. Sometimes when Marcus left I think he took my heart with him.

I haven't dated since the divorce. Five whole years of living like a nun. I could, I don't like to brag but I am still rather pretty. My lips are full, I have dark eyes and though my face is more round than in my youth, guys go nuts for the beauty mark by my lips. I never understood why guys love those.

Anyway, I threw on an old sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants and ran my fingers through my hair. Cut short and dyed a blonde so bright it's almost white, it's always made me look a few years younger. After yawning and stretching, I headed to check for the newspaper, still being stalked by the memories of my son.

"Oh, Marcus." Every morning since my son left, I have opened the door and expected him to be standing there. Halloween would be tommorrow and I always think "If it would be any other day, he'd show up today!" every damned year.

I wonder what my string bean looks like now. He was always tall and the top of my head came to his chin. He had this roguish, lopsided grin that could just melt the coldest heart. I imagined what he would look like each morning and I always pictured it so vividly. This morning I pictured him just as handsome but older, possibly with a beard like his dad's. His eyes would crinkle at the corners when he saw me, waiting after all this time. I hope it would anyway.

That's what floated in front of my eyes when I opened the door and found nothing.

Except a black, coffin-shaped box.

"What in the gosh darned heck?" I picked the box up and found a card on top. When I read it I almost fainted.

-Dear Mother, I'm in town for a short stay and I wanted to see you, if you'll allow me the chance. I sleep during the day as I work through the night so I couldn't give these to you personally and I apologize for that. I wrote my number on the card so please, feel free to call me tonight at your pleasure.

-Your loving Son, Marcus.

The card waved in the air in my shaky hand. I grabbed the door sill so I wouldn't crash to the floor. "It can't be ...... this must be a joke, a sick prank! Who would-" Then it hit me, I recognized the handwriting. Marcus always had the most beautiful, flowing penmanship. At that moment I let every doubt in my mind drown under a sea of blind hope.

Marcus ... my son, he's home ... MY SON IS HOME!"

I wept, right there in the doorway, his card held to my heart. "Marcus is finally here, my son, my baby boy!" I sobbed, great, violent sobs tearing their way through me.

It had to be him, not for any other reason than I needed it to be. After reading the card I realized just how miserable I'd become, how drained all the years of unanswered questions had made me.

When I regained my senses enough to head into the living room I kept the card against my chest and a death grip on the box. When I sat down and hoisted it into my lap, I pulled the purple ribbons and opened the box to find a bouquet of dark red roses.

"These are breathtaking." I gasped. The petals were exactly the color of blood but they took my breath away. I hugged them to my chest and smelled the blooms.

"Exquisite." I hadn't received flowers in so long.

I found this beautiful old vase when I was in college. It looked more expensive than it was and I was living in a crappy old apartment with several annoying roommates at the time so I bought it to spruce up the place. When I had Marcus, I used to keep it in the living room and every time he would bring me flowers that he picked, I would show them off in that old vase. I retrieved it and placed it back with a little water. The flowers looked amazing and I decided I couldn't wait.

I dialed the number on the card and hoped he might still be awake.

My heart leapt into my throat on the first dial and stayed there beating ferociously.

"Please, please, pick up." I pleaded.

The phone clicked and a throaty chuckle sent shivers coursing down my back. "Hello, Mother." I froze. His voice was so different. I could hear him, my Marcus but he had changed. His voice was so much deeper, a rumble, yet smooth as molasses. I'm writing these notes because, well, I have to. If any men are reading, take note.

For some women, all you need is the voice. The right voice can work wonders. Some men can melt our underwear with the right words.

Marcus had that.

"M-Marcus?" I hadn't even seen him yet and already I started to break apart. So many years of painful emotions came rising to the surface.

"The one and only." He chuckled again and suddenly it was like all those years didn't exist. The gap between us, the hurt, the silence. "I guessed that you wouldn't be able to wait. Still impatient."

"I just couldn't wait. Oh, Marcus.." Tears rained down and I couldn't stand on my own. I plopped down on the couch and I was so thankful he wasn't there to see me bawl.

"It's me, Mom. I'm so sorry it took me so long to come back. Can you forgive me?" His words were like a drug and I found myself relaxing. The tears stopped and my body stopped shaking. Hearing him, knowing he was still alive, it was all so much.

"Always baby." After what happened, I was just grateful for what he had given me. "After what happened, after everything-"

"It's alright Mom, we don't have to talk about that." He said it so casually that it stunned me. He left for ten years, stole himself away from me and we don't have to talk about it, about what happened? "It's all water under the bridge."

Not for me. I relived that day every single night. "When can I see you?" I asked at last but we would talk about it. I needed him to know how much I've missed him.

"I thought I could take you to dinner when you're available?" My thoughts grew fuzzy beneath the tremor of his voice. There was authority in his words. I would have agreed to anything to make him happy.

"Yes!" I hissed and my generous assets wobbled as I jumped in excitement. "When and where?"

"After dark." Those words massaged the thoughts from my brain. He spoke and it hit me like a drug. "I'll be there when the sun sets, as for where, I thought of that little French place that you always wanted to try."

"Honey no!" I gasped and my palm slapped against my chest. "It's expensive! I can't afford that and I don't want you to spend that kind of money on me. Besides, there's a huge waiting list!"

He chuckled and I started to float away in his throaty laughter, like a lazy river. I just wanted to enjoy the ride.

"Yes there is normally but I've had a talk with the owner and after I put on the charm, he saw things my way. As for the price, that isn't your concern Mom. I'll be taking you out, not the other way around." My phone began to shake as his words put pressure on me. I liked the way it made me feel. The authority in his voice like there's zero room to argue made my legs weak.

"Whatever you say, honey." All the fight dwindled. One moment I was his mom, trying to protect him from wasting his money on me, then, I just didn't want to fight. "I'm just so happy to hear your voice!" I cried into my palm, too overwhelmed to think.

"Tomorrow is about you, Mom. You aren't to worry about a thing. This is your night and I'm going to see to it that you get everything that you deserve." Once again something seemed to snake its way through my brain and my shoulders slumped, my eyes fluttered and the dreamiest smile crept over my lips. "And do me a favor." He purred seductively. "Wear something gorgeous."

Deep down I wanted to say no, that even though I hurt him and he left for so long, I'm his mother! It's my job to take care of him, but I couldn't make myself care. I couldn't say anything that I wanted to say. I just finally told him, "I love you, Marcus." Though it scared me, I wanted to hear those words come out of his mouth, as dangerous as it could be.

"I love you too Mom." I didn't hear anything more but I still flashed back to the day he left. The dial tone hummed in my ear before I realized that he hung up.

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"Marcus, stop, please!" I screamed and tried to run into the kitchen but he followed me, like a dog with a bone.

"No!" He snarled at me with such passion and even amidst all the horror, my heart swelled. Every Mom wants to know that their son loves them, even me. I never regretted wanting to know something so much in my life. "I won't stop, ever. You HAVE to know how I feel Mom!"

My eighteen-year-old son had decided on his birthday, our day, that that was the day to confess. Reggie had left early for work like every morning. Marcus destroyed my world while his father sputtered about drinking coffee, eating donuts, and hanging with the warehouse crew like our world hadn't shattered.

"Mom, you can't run from this, please just listen!" My Marcus was beautiful from the moment he came into this world. Fragile, but beautiful. He was so gangly back then and clumsy. Two left feet always tripped over the other but that morning he caught up to me. His hand touched my shoulder and I slapped him. I never spanked him. Never raised my voice.

"Mom...." He breathed in shock.

I couldn't look away from my hand, the hand that committed the horrible crime of striking my son but it wasn't my fault. I hadn't meant to, I swear!

"It doesn't change anything. I meant what I said!" He barked. I tried to walk away again. No, I wanted to escape. I couldn't stop crying. It was all a disaster, a misunderstanding. HE was wrong! I'm not so sure anymore but I was convinced that I had failed him as a mother. I had done something to make him that way.

"He doesn't treat you right, Mom. He doesn't love you!" My son's voice followed me when he did not. I slammed my bedroom door shut but it did nothing to stifle his passion.

"I LOVE YOU MORE THAN HE EVER WILL!"

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"AAAHHHHHHHH!" I woke up screaming, covered in sweat and my heart felt like an engine pushed to its limits.

After I remembered where I was I threw a pillow in frustration and heard the shattering of glass as a picture fell against the hardwood floor. "Fuck!" I sighed. "Every time."

I hoped a nap would help me feel rested before Marcus picked me up. I also hoped that the same dreams that plagued me for a decade would show a little mercy but no, they were there to remind me of the worst day of my life.

The day my son confessed that he was in love with me.

"Why won't you stop!?" I screamed and wrapped my blanket around me like armor to stave off my decade-old pain. The dreams couldn't respond and oh how I had wished that they could. Tears spotted the fabric and I wondered how many tears I had shed over that day, the worst of my life.

Reggie never knew. I told him Marcus and I fought but I never told him why. I couldn't, I just couldn't. Years passed before I realized that he probably didn't care. Reggie stopped loving me early on, I realized that far too late. Marcus though, he fell for me hard and when he told me, I couldn't take it. I broke down and tried to flee so I couldn't hear him... so I could pretend it was all a dream..... I guess that's why my dreams replay that day over and over. Karma, cosmic punishment, something.

"Crap...." I felt horrible, always do when I wake up. "Well, I do get to see him. My son. My baby. My Marcus."

Feeling better, I showered and tore my closet apart. I had the perfect dress. Yellow and flowing to the floor. It was gorgeous while being tasteful and conservative. It was the perfect dress to wear to reconnect with my son.

Imagine my surprise when I sat down in the living room, phone in my hand, counting the minutes and realizing that there were only a few left, and found myself wearing my black dress. "When did I...."

I bought it towards the end of my marriage and never wore it. Best laid plans and all that. I believe I thought that if I wore something sexy for Reggie, maybe he'd want me and ... I don't know. Desperation drove me towards the end.....

"Where did the time go?" He would be there in a few minutes. I hadn't felt the time slipping through my fingers. I had hours when I woke up.

I grabbed my purse from the table by the door. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and froze. "What in the fuck!?"

The dress looked...... I want to say "good". I mean I did look good, great even!

I also looked like a prostitute. "When did I do this!?" I barely remembered getting ready but I do remember his words telling me to wear something good. I remembered the power of his tongue washing over me.

The dress barely contained my breasts and I felt a tiny tremor of fear. I NEVER went without a bra and they were super high and in your face. It's part of the reason I bought the dress to begin with. The hem fell JUST below my crotch and the curve of my cheeks could be seen peeking beneath the hem of the dress.

I was wearing underwear, thank God for small miracles but not my normal ones. My sister bought me some sexy underwear after the divorce, these lacy, barely there thongs. Two of them. I was wearing the white ones and they felt painted on. I lifted the back and gasped. "What is wrong with me? I'm too young to be going so senile and ....-Oh SHIT my ass looks amazing!"

"No, no, no what did I do and WHAT'S ON MY FACE!?" I barely remembered working on my hair. It normally sat lame and bushy. I'd just gotten it cut, one of my very few treks out of the house, and I had styled it perfectly. It rose at the front and curled slightly. I looked good, like REALLY good. Hell, I kind of wanted to have my way with me!

Marcus! "I must have had an episode, that's it. Yeah! The s-stress of seeing Marcus again... that has to be it."

"When did I paint myself like a whore?" I owned little makeup but I did miracles with it and I couldn't remember a thing. I pressed a finger to my lips and pulled it away to reveal a crimson smudge. "Lipstick? I NEVER wear lipstick ... unless it's a date...."

That's one mystery solved, the time I lost. I must have spent some time on my makeup. My cheeks were smooth, everything popped beautifully and my eyes stole my breath. I once tried the smoky eye thing and ended up looking like a drunk raccoon.

They were immaculate this time and I couldn't remember doing it.

My foot (in expensive high heels that made my ass pop and no, I didn't remember grabbing them) took one step towards my bedroom with the intent to change when I heard a knock on the door and my heart damned near leapt from my chest.

-knock knock-

"Marcus!" Forgetting to be worried, I squealed and, also forgetting how I looked, ran towards the door and ripped it open. All of the pain and uncertainty could be solved as soon as the door opened. Every night spent crying and holding my friends Ben, Jerry, and Jack (Daniels) would be a distant memory.

I swung the door open and froze.

"Marcus baby I ......." After that, I made a noise that I've only made when I go online and look at pictures.... mostly of firemen. "Eee..."

My son smiled at me in a suit that looked like it cost as much as my car. His face had changed but it was him beneath the changes. It took me several moments to speak because, well, there's no easy way to say this.

He is the hottest man I've ever seen.

His hair had darkened just like his father's had when he hit his twenties. It was as dark as night and it looked as if he had brushed his fingers through it to get it to lie down. His eyes burned like fire in his shadowed sockets and my legs went numb. His high cheekbones, sharp as knives over his sunken cheeks gave off a dark and brooding atmosphere that made my heart beat faster.

And that chin! I swear he could hammer a nail with that thing.

Even his lips made mine tremble.

"Marcus!?" It didn't make sense. He was so handsome but this was otherworldly. It felt like the sun, like if I stared at him too long, I could go blind.

"Hello, Mother." He murmured and his voice hit my ears like liquid honey. "You certainly took my words to heart. I don't believe that I've ever seen such a stunning and dare I say, sexy creature in my young life."

"Like you have room to talk." The sleeves of his jacket clung tightly to his powerful arms and I could not be sure but it looked like there was solid muscle beneath that shirt. "You look so (do NOT say hot, whatever you do-) Hot! (Dumbass)"

"Good genes I suppose." He murmured and placed his hands into his pockets. "Care to invite me in?"

"Marcus, this is and will ALWAYS be your home. You never have to ask to come inside!" My words cracked and broke but I managed to get them all out. Seeing him so close, for a split second, I felt only fear. What if it was another dream, what if I had made it all up?

"I still prefer to be invited." He told me and his smile put me at ease. "Would you mind?"

"Marcus, you don't-" I wanted him to feel at ease and at home but I couldn't say anymore. Seeing him hurt so much, some bad but mostly good.

'What is this one of my romance stories? The sexy vampire and the older woman! Haha!' While clearly touched, Marcus didn't budge. "Marcus love, please come inside."

Moving like the wind, he moved and I blinked and when I opened my eyes, there he was in the doorway, staring at me as if I was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. "I love the new look, Mom. You are a Goddess among women." The same hunger from all those years ago stared at me from behind his eyes but I didn't care. I couldn't contain it any longer and flung myself at him.

"Oh M-Marcus I've missed you so much!" I never felt shorter. My face pressed between his pecs (I don't know what came over me but I felt the strangest sense of pride at his body) and sobbed like I hadn't become a woman, as if I was still some child waiting to be found but he held me tenderly and gave me all the time that I could ever need.

"S-So long, so much time lost. I've missed you every FUCKING day!" I rarely cursed and my outburst made my son chuckle. His body rumbled against me and it soothed me somehow, like nothing could hurt me in his arms. "So cold.." I sighed. It must have been chilly out. He felt like a corpse but his hands made me smile when they cupped my cheeks and I forgot everything as I stared into those gorgeous blue eyes of his.

I forgot that I was crying, all of the tension and our fight, it all just melted away. "Please d-don't leave me again!" I wailed. So much for being a mature adult.

"Mother, look at me." The power in his words compelled me and my eyes returned to him. "I must apologize for my absence." He murmured seductively. "Things did not go how I hoped and I assumed that you would never.... well, it doesn't matter. I'm here now Mother and I have no intention of leaving you while I'm in town. If you'll have me?" He asked me but left something unsaid, I just couldn't make out what.

"A few days?" I gasped. "You're not back-back!?"

"No, I have to head back to New York." He sighed aggressively. "Work and all." His thumbs stroked my cheeks and my brain told me to tell him to stop. He was staring at me in a way a son should never look at his mother.

I must confess that I could not control myself. I hadn't felt the touch of a man and shamefully his touch felt like a drug. "But.. n-no..."

"I'm sorry Mother but duty calls. The family," he clicked his tongue like he had to shake a bad habit, "I mean the company can't do without me. Perhaps you could come with me?" He asked, then grasped my hand and suddenly spun me around. I barely managed to keep the hem of my dress from flashing my son's first apartment at him. "But until then, how about I take the most beautiful mother in the world on a night just for her?"

"Perhaps I should get a new dress first?"

"Nonsense." He told me with a wolfish grin. His tongue, long and thick, wet his lips as he spoke. "You look absolutely delectable."

"I-If you say so, honey." Maternal instincts be damned, I would have done anything for that boy. I told myself it was nothing but a symptom of neglect, of going so many years without being touched or loved. I almost believed me.

"So, shall we?" He opened the door and held it for me. I raised him right. I lifted my purse over my shoulder, pulled the hem down again, and stepped outside to find a car that was worth more than my house.

Sleek black and built like a gearhead's wet dream, I had no idea what I was looking at other than the fact that I wouldn't be able to afford one in three lifetimes. "Marcus, what do you do!?"

"Acquisitions, hostile takeovers. Things of that nature." His hand pressed against the small of my back and once again, I felt the urge to say something only to have that urge immediately wither away. His teeth flashed in the night air. "It's my job to make sure that we bleed them dry."

He opened the door and I slid in. He shut the door and I blushed. "It's been so long since I've been treated so well."

He opened the door and got in and started the car but not before brushing a few strands of hair from my face. "You deserve to be treated like a queen, Mother. Any man who hasn't is a fool."

"You heard that!?" The door was shut, I barely whispered it but he heard me anyway.

He tapped an ear with a long finger and smirked at me. "Excellent hearing." He chuckled and I still couldn't get over how much he changed. Suave, confident, muscular, and gorgeous. "So, how have you been?" We made our way out of the neighborhood and I felt more at ease the further we went. He has that effect on me.

"Heartbroken and alone." I reminded him bitterly. "You?"

"Yes, I assumed that would come up." He sighed, bitterly. "I'm sorry, I truly do regret my absence. You have to know that?"

We blew through the roads like a bullet. He seemed so relaxed but my fingers dug into his chair. "Slow down Marcus!"

"Don't change the subject mother." He scolded softly. "I had to leave, I couldn't stay."

"Why? Just because I didn't feel the same?" I woke up that morning proud of my son and happy for his eighteenth birthday. He was so nervous when he told me that he needed to talk. I wish I had said no so many nights. My reaction haunted me worse than any poltergeist ever could. He had been so nervous that I doubted he would have brought it up again.

"Mostly, yes. I needed to deal and as I tried to figure things out, my life had changed in too many ways to say." He told me.

"Why didn't you just come home or even call? I thought you h-hated me." I sobbed and nervously checked my makeup. Dang, I did an amazing job.

"Never." He whispered. "I couldn't Mother, I'm sorry. I uhm, changed. I needed time to find the new me, to be strong enough to come back." The rugged manliness crinkled and for a small moment I saw the same goofy kid who confessed his love so long ago. "And I suppose I needed a long time after slinking off to lick my wounds....'

I started to laugh but choked it back. I wanted to know everything but things were tense. I tried to ease back to something still important but easy.

"Tell me about your life, what you've been up to, I want to hear all of it," I demanded, so excited to unravel the mystery of my son's last decade. "Is there a woman? Oh, do I have grandkids?"

"No grandkids without a woman, Mother." He replied, a playful smile teasing me.

"You've been gone for ten years, Marcus. You really haven't had a woman in your life?" It baffled her how someone as hot as her son could have gone so long without a woman in his life.

"No." He answered my question simply and without a hint of holding anything back. He really hasn't. "There hasn't been a woman who made you feel whole?"

"Once," he murmured, "but it didn't work out."

"What happened to her?"

"She slapped me so I disappeared for ten years."

"Marcus!" I hissed as street lights began to guide our way. We weren't far now.

"Come now Mother, we must have SOME humor about this." His eyes cut to me then back to the road. "And I see the corner of your alluring mouth curling."

"You're terrible Marcus." I chided but he was right, I grinned. "I just feel like we shouldn't joke about it after everything that happened....."

"Mother, I fell in love with you early in life." His eyes remained on the road but I didn't have to see them. I could hear the pain in his voice. "You did not feel the same and that's ok. I shouldn't have confessed, I realized that."

"You do?" Hearing that made my shoulders slump but it was good news.

"I should have waited." He added and laughed when he saw the scowl on my face. "I don't regret doing it, just the way I ambushed you with my feelings out of nowhere......"

"Marcus.." I breathed, shops and cars passing us. I glanced up, easier to stare at the passing stores than my gorgeous son.

"I mean every word, you know." His words felt like a drug, the tremor of his voice.. felt like it was massaging my brain every time he spoke. I found myself slumped in my seat, sliding further down.

"When did you, you know.."

"Yes, Mother?"

"You know Marcus, uhm, when did you... g-get ov-over me?"

The car abruptly turned into a parking lot. We were there. He glided us into a spot like butter and took the keys. "Why Mother," he breathed as his eyes turned their full power on me and my heart felt like it froze in my chest. How does he do that?

"Who says I got over you?* Those words felt like a slap. I barely heard his door open. When mine opened for me my tall, dark, handsome son held out a hand and I took it, though mine shook in his. Not because it felt like ice.

"Marcus...... have you seen the doctor? You're freezing."

"Let's call it "poor circulation". Haha." His laughter sounded like thunder. I hated the effect he had on me. He looked like my dream guy. I like men who are bigger than me. I know, I know, not the most feminist answer but I like a man who can pick me up and throw me around. When I want it, I mean.

I had to remind myself constantly that the man of my dreams is just a nightmare waiting to happen.

We made our way to the restaurant and my son's hand never left mine. The cold spread in more ways than one as we walked. "Something wrong?" He asked me, knowing full well what his admission had done to me.

"As if you don't know."

"Why Mother, I haven't the foggiest idea." His teeth flashed again and a shiver went coursing through my spine. Every time he looked at me right, it was like I was suddenly a love-lost teenage girl again, weak at the knees over a handsome man.

"I'll try not to let your cheekiness ruin our reunion," I grumbled over the sounds of men behind us geeking over Marcuse's car.

"Mother, I assure you that I have no idea what you mean." He played dumb and I played nice, letting it go. It made me even more uncomfortable to think that he hadn't gotten past that but, the pleasure of being with him again was all that I cared about.

He held the door open for me and when he joined me, his hand took mine again. I think that we felt different things but, even if he was cold, I treasured every moment of his touch. It reminded me that it wasn't a dream. Yes, my womanly side appreciated, well, everything. His touch, his smell, even just his eyes falling on me. The mother inside me however loved showing off my breathtaking and successful son.

My thumb traces the veins of his wrist and something felt odd, wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Ok I could but you know what I mean.

The host's eyes almost popped from his head when he saw me. I know that despite giving up years ago, I'm a fairly attractive woman. Hot even. Judging by his reaction, the clothes and the makeup did their job, I just wished that I could remember what that job was.

"Table for two under Wickman." Marcus snapped his fingers and the host snapped back to reality and away from my cleavage. He wasn't the only one to lose their focus. Several women waiting around us blatantly checked my son out. Who does that? I mean I was standing right there!

I did remember after we were guided to our table that I am his mother and perhaps I should have been thrilled that such beautiful young women were drawn to my son. "Are you ok?" Marcus asked me through a mask of concern. That lifted my spirits. He seemed so wholly focused on me. It was nice.

"Fine, just, don't feel like myself." I groused.

We stopped at a table with the most beautiful mirror over the table but Marcus shook his head. "Something a bit more open, please."

He took us to a lovely table with a view of the park beside the restaurant. The host tried to hold my chair out but Marcus slid in first and pulled my chair out for me. I sat and he pushed me in before taking his own.

"Your waitress will be right with you but if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me." I finally looked at him. He bored me. Any other day I would have been titillated by the attention. Maybe not that his eyes were once again aimed down the top of my dress but knowing that I could make a man act like such a fool is a rush.

But Marcus ruined it for me. The host was tall, a plus, and in decent shape. Around my age and by all accounts, handsome. I just kept tearing him down. Every detail just got filed under "not as good as Marcus" in my brain.

"Then who do you feel like Mother?" He chuckled as the host walked away, disappointed that I hadn't taken him up on his offer.

A hooker judging by my clothes. An expensive hook but still, a hooker. "I don't know." I hadn't behaved like myself. I could have attributed that to nervousness but I genuinely lost track of time. The clothes are so unlike me and I don't remember a single moment of getting dressed. "Maybe seeing you has me discombobulated. Wonky. I don't know."

Marcus watched me confused until I giggled. "I don't even remember getting ready. I guess that I was more anxious to see you than I realized."

His head tilted and his lips pressed into a line. He spoke after a moment. "You don't remember anything?"

"No." It was all just a blank. "I don't know, baby. I felt almost pushed all night. Mind if I get a drink? I need to calm my nerves. I'm sure you understand. I almost... Marcus, I cried when you called. I was so shaky all day waiting to see you." I smiled weakly, trying to convince myself that it was fine. "That must be it."

"Sure Mother, get whatever you like. It's your night." For the first time that night, he seemed distracted. He wasn't watching me as intently as he had. "My fault really, I should have been more careful when I asked you to look good for me. That's my fault really."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, puzzled. A perky nine, nine and a half maybe bounced up to the table and alarms went off in my head. Most women may know what I mean.

I heard those same alarms at the beginning of my marriage anytime a pretty woman came by and showed Reggie the lightest of attention. Her hair cascaded down like waves of gold around a doll-like face. Her breasts, while smaller, held higher without aid from her dress. Her body had been sculpted with dieting and working out and mine just good genes. Also cookies and TV. I'm lucky my fat goes to good places.

"Hello, my name is Anastasia and I'll be your server tonight. If there's ANYTHING I can get you, please let me know." She didn't look at me once. Her hand settled on Marcuse's wrist for a few moments and I saw red.

"Thank you, Anastasia." To her annoyance, he stared right past her to me.

"Can I get your drinks for the evening?"

My stomach rumbled and I realized that I forgot to eat lunch. And breakfast.

"I'd suggest we skip straight to ordering but I believe my companion has yet to peruse her menu." His brow raised and I scowled. I'm the parent! ... even if I was dressed like a lady of the night. Oh well, I got enough stares and open-mouthed gapes to make me feel great for a year.

"Fine," I grumbled. The menu was simple and I tried to read through it three times but the way the bitches fingers kept twiddling with his sleeve made a vein in my forehead throb.

"Perhaps you have a suggestion for her?" Marcus suggested and flicked his eyes towards her. I think I saw her wobble. His eyes are so powerful, they make you want to submit.

"Our lamb is exquisite as is our sea bass topped with caviar. We're known for both." She explained while still staring at Marcus. He of course, kept his eyes on me with a hand beneath his chin, smiling with teasing mockery.

"Could I get a glass of wine? Red, I don't care about anything else." I drink what I can afford so I know jack all about wine but I really wanted to get her clutches away from my son.

"Of course, ma'am." The way she emphasized "ma'am" tested my normally easygoing nature. The smirk as she said it was the part that made me want to hit her.

"And for you sir," Her fingers brushed his bicep as she said it. She bit her lip and threw the bedroom eyes that I've ever seen. "Does anything catch your eye?"

"Yes but in that dress she's wearing, can you blame me?"

-SNORT-

I choked and spit water across the table. Bad time to take a drink but daaaayyyyymmm! That's the first time that I've ever used that word in my life but just,.... daaaayyyyymmm!

And second time.

"But as for drinks, I am fine, thank you." Disappointed that she hadn't gotten what she wanted she turned to walk away but the little gremlin on my shoulder just wouldn't stop.

"And I think I'll have the lamb. Thank you so much for the suggestion." I batted my eyes and heaped on the sugar till it dropped from my lips and I caught the start of a disgusted eye roll. It brought the biggest smile to my lips.

"Well, she was certainly a character." Marcus chuckled and I blushed beneath that dark velvet.

"More like a slut." I grunted and wiped water from the table.

"What do you mean?" He asked me, just as puzzled as I had been all night.

"Did you really not see her flirting with you?" I snapped.

"Like the Host staring down your cleavage?" He asked warmly with just a hint of an edge to it.

"Jealous?"

"No, I want you to be happy." He shrugged and I didn't doubt his sincerity.

"Marcus, are you still.... do you still.. I mean.."

"Am I still in love with you, you mean?" He asked me, considered his response for a moment, and shrugged again. "I told you that I always would. I do not believe that it is my fault if you didn't believe me."

"Marcus, this isn't a joke." I hissed over the clatter of silverware and glasses. "I'm you... you know!" I glanced around but no one was paying us any attention and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know who I was.

"I just wanted this night to go well!" It's all I wanted for so long but, it can't be easy. Not even for a night. "You can't... you can't feel that way. You can't love me and try to hold my hand, to touch the small of my back and-"

"Get jealous when a young woman gives me her undivided attention?"

"You know, the smirking is getting old." I sighed but relented. "I'm not jealous. I'm not! I just haven't seen you and I guess that I'm getting possessive. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, Mother. I'm all yours!" He purred and wiggled his brows suggestively.

"Stop that!"

"You did ask Mother, and I'm sorry, perhaps I'm a little blase about it all but I have felt this way most of my life." A few women passed us and though they looked older than me they practically drooled when they saw Marcus.

"And as for other women giving me their attention, well forgive me but I hardly notice. I have a few..." friends" who accuse me of being blind to women but in my defense, how can another woman compare to the love of my life?"

"Don't call me that!" I hissed and groaned. "You aren't going to make this easy, are you?" Whimpering I drained my water just in time for our sulking server to drop off my wine. I swear she pushed her breasts up and opened a few buttons on her shirt.

Before she left she asked, "Are you sure that I can't uhm, "tempt" you with anything sir?"

"No thank you. I have all the temptation that I need." I would have given anything to make him stop that but I would be lying if I didn't love the look of rejection on the bitch.

I lifted the glass and drained half of it. "Another, please."

"Sure." She scowled and skulked off. I was a little proud of that.

"And she doesn't realize who you are. You don't exactly look the part tonight." His terribly restrained laughter threatened to shake him off of his chair. "You've always been beautiful but tonight, you look closer to her age than your own."

"Really?" I reached into my purse and snatched my compact. To my astonishment, I really did look good. I was so horrified I hadn't realized how young I looked. "I guess I was too distracted by the audacity of it all to notice but geez, I do look youthful tonight!"

I set the compact down, mollified.

"So, Marcus, can we be just a normal mom and son that she hasn't seen in forever? Like, tell me about yourself." I took another drink and the wine impressed me. I can't sniff a glass and tell you the notes but I know the taste and that stuff made the situation so much more palatable.

"I'm an open but boring book." He told me, spreading his hands as he spoke. "What would you like to know?"

"Everything!" I insisted.

He talked. He told me about taking a trip after he left with his life savings. A friend took him to Romania for a time. He apparently ended up staying longer than he intended but he met his boss there.

He talked about work and I tried to unravel the mystery. He was so different. Cold, impossibly sexy and smooth, his eyes made me weak ... he wouldn't come inside unless invited ... and he only picked me up after dark. "Haha!" I slapped a palm over my mouth but it didn't help.

"Is everything ok Mother?"

"No, no, I think I'm just tired." That and my cheap, romance books were getting to me. My son's behavior lines up with a vampire. How ridiculous could you get? "Anyway, you were saying?"

My life is too boring for something like that. I love my stories but I don't see sexy pirates, rugged werewolves, or seductive vampires popping up into everyday life. I giggled at the thought as he talked.

I reached for my compact and froze.

I could see the people sitting behind Marcus but not Marcus.

"Mother, I'm sorry to press you but are you sure that you're ok? You've gone very pale..."

"I'M FINE!" I shrieked and shot to my feet. My chair shot behind me with a loud crack and I ran off to find the bathroom.

People looked at me like I was crazy but I rushed past everyone, charged into the bathroom, into a stall, and slammed the door shut. I hit the lock and fell against it. "This can't b-be h-happening HAHAHAHAHA!" I broke into nervous laughter but slapped myself before I could crack. I took a seat on the toilet, wrapped my arms around my legs, and breathed.

"This can't be happening! Your son isn't a vampire, they don't exist! I-I'm just not used to this anymore. I don't go out anymore and with everything that happened ... and his damned comments .... listen, we just need to calm down. You know the difference between reality and your books."

"Just because he's cold and intimidating in a way that makes your panties wet and... wait, vampires are masters of seduction. That might explain why he keeps getting his way. I can't fight him but... would Marcus do that? Wait what am I saying he IS NOT A VAMPIRE!"

I covered my mouth and slapped myself till I could breathe again. "You're a lonely woman and your only sense of comfort is cheap dirty books. Marcus is here! Don't push him away, he's here because he loves you. Maybe not the way you want but he does. This situation is weird enough without vampires. Get it together!"

Feeling better I left the stall and dropped my purse on the counter. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. "God I look like a freaking pornstar!"

I washed my hands and moved the silver chain I had placed around my wrist. It was my mother's and the only bit of jewelry that I owned. I scrubbed my hands to my wrists and I'd just moved the chain when my hands stopped.

"H-He didn't have a p-pulse..." There was something wrong when he held my hand. I stroked my thumb across his wrists over and over and I didn't feel a pulse.

"Oh my God my son's a Vampire!"

I took my purse and ran out of the bathroom with the intent to bolt out before Marcus saw me. Under the surface, I knew that I was nuts but I was too panicked to think. I ran out the door and bounced off of his rock-hard pecs.

"Oomph!" I ricocheted right into his arm.

"Careful, I'm more solid than I look." His eyes twinkled but my blood ran as cold as ice.

"Marcus, what are you doing here?" I stammered, still shocked to see him there for me and even more so to find myself with his arm around me. I gingerly placed my fingers around his arm and lifted, pulling it off and backing away.

"Is a son not allowed to check on his mother?" He asked, fake concern barely hiding the twinkling of mischief.

"I guess but wouldn't you have been more comfortable waiting at the table?" I hinted but his arm slipped back around me and pulled me in the direction of our table.

"It's not as pleasant without your company." He pulled my seat and waited patiently. I calculated how long it would take me to get to the door but I'd seen a brief glimpse of exactly how fast he can move. A part of me still thought that I must be insane but another part wondered that if I was right, am I in danger with everyone else around? I still didn't fully think that I was right. I was intimidated by my son, a feeling that I wish would stop making me tingly, but I wasn't scared. I couldn't believe that he could hurt me much less would.

Finally sitting down he pushed me in and his lips murmured near my ear, "Besides, if I stayed at the table I doubt that I would have heard your delightful conversation with yourself."

"You what ......"

Marcus sat down, cool as a cucumber, just in time for Anastasia to bring my plate. "Are you sure that you wouldn't like something?"

"I'm not very... hungry, right now." He told her but his eyes burned against mine. "Well, for food anyway."

"Alright well, I hope you enjoy your meal." Tossing one look at the uncomfortable tension between us she walked off.

"You heard me..." I stated after Anastasia got far enough away.

His finger tapped his ear again. "I told you. EXCELLENT hearing."

"And?"

"And what, Mother?" He played innocent and for all the fear, I still felt at ease. Sitting down across from him I just knew that we wouldn't hurt me.

I also KNEW that vampires didn't exist an hour before so the fuck do I know.

"You already know."

"Mhm. Are you going to eat?" He waved a hand at my untouched plate and I remembered it existed.

"No, I'm fine." No sooner had I finished speaking than my stomach called me a liar.

-Growl-

"Are you sure?" He snarked, irking me.

"Fine. But I'm watching you." I aimed a fork at him and he held his hands up in mock surrender.

"You will not see me complain." He sighed, deep and hollow and his eyes roamed down my body. "I'm certainly watching you."

"Don't be gross." I wanted to be angry, wary, on guard. The moment that lamb touched my tongue my defenses crumbled. "Oh my Jesus in the kitchen this is amazing!"

"It looks like it."

"Would you.. like a bite?"

"I don't know," He paused seriously but his sides shook, giving him away. "It doesn't have garlic, does it?"

"Don't mock me, Marcus!" I snarled as ferociously as I could but it didn't feel like much.

"I would never." He swore and nodded gravely. "Just a poor attempt at a joke." His hand moved across the table at mine but I jerked away before he could touch me. The hurt was real this time.

Marcus pursed his lips and watched me sadly. "Mother, you know that I would never hurt you, right?"

I ate another bite before I answered. "Am I insane? It can't be true, can it?"

"Why not?" He asked.

"Marcus, be honest with me. Please."

"Mother, I have been nothing but honest with you." He explained slowly and placed his hands in front of him. "And I wouldn't. Hurt you, I mean. You're my Mother and, well, the love of my life."

"Don't say that!" My life had been so normal just that morning. He's been such a sweet boy. Shy, sensitive, intelligent, and with the kindest heart that is ever seen. The man in front of me felt different but I still wasn't sure how.

"Marcus, if you love me, if you truly do, answer me, please. You're cold, fast, and I can feel the strength in your body just by touching you." My voice had risen as a few nearby patrons turned their eyes on our table. "And I didn't feel a pulse! A-And you moved us away from the table with a mirror but I saw Marcus, when I pulled out my compact. I saw!"

"Mother, I-"

"No!" I snapped and he zipped his lips. "I pulled out my compact and all I saw were the people behind you. Marcus, please, on your love for me, what are you?"

I assumed he would keep playing coy but he continued to surprise me.

"Yes, I am a vampire but more importantly," He pointed towards my empty glasses, "Would you like another glass?"

"You-You're a v-va-vam-"

"Yes, a vampire!" He murmured as his fingers twiddled in the air. "I'm sorry to cut you off but you were taking forever. I would say that I'd die of boredom but.. you know."

My fork clattered to the table and I pushed myself away. I grabbed my purse but his hand grasped my wrist gently but firmly. "Marcus, let go."

His hand let go the moment I smelled smoke.

"Ok, ow!" He waved his hand and grabbed a glass of water. He dipped a towel into the cold liquid and then pressed it to his hand. "You still have my grandmother's bracelet. Good to know."

He sat back down across from me and nodded at the door. "I won't stop you but, I meant what I said. You're my mother, the woman who gave me the life that you make worth living. I know that you hate it but I love you and when I say that I love you, I mean forever and with all that I am. You are what I dream about, you're the piece that fills the hollow hole where my heart should be. I would take my own life before I ever caused you any more pain."

My butt hit the seat before I knew what was happening. I set the purse back down and reached a hand for him. "Are you ok?"

"Relax, I heal quickly. More importantly, are you ok?" He moved the rag and I saw where his skin had charred.

"Your hand is black!" I exclaimed too loudly and got a few judgemental looks. So, silver actually hurts you." I'd read so many books but I always thought that silver was just a shitty weakness from shitty writers ripping off werewolves.

"Very much so." He held the hand again and the char had already begun to fade. "About silver working, not the shitty writers and werewolves like it less than we do. Trust me." He dipped one of the napkins into a glass of water and wrapped it around his hand. "How about this, if you ask a question, I swear to answer it honestly."

"You swear?" My first question wanted to be about the fact that apparently WEREWOLVES ALSO EXIST!

"Across my heart and hope to get a stake in it."

"NOT funny!" He finally placed his hand in mine and it looked the same now. "I have to ask Marcus, the garlic thing? I assume the sun is real but garlic always seems so dumb."

"A joke." He shrugged but made sure to leave his hand in mine. "I asked about it once. It seems there were a few vampires with garlic allergies. Somehow, allergies don't disappear. I know a woman named Beatrice the Bloody who's drunk a small country in her endless existence but could get killed by peanuts. " Every time a finger stroked his flesh he shuddered. "Oh, and sunlight isn't fun but it won't kill us outright unless we're wounded. What else?"

"Does this feel good?" His eyes closed as I stroked his hand and I wasn't even sure why I was doing it but it felt satisfying.

"Yes.." he sighed. "You have no idea. You're so warm and we are so sensitive to touch."

My next question stuck somewhere between my mouth and brain and I wasn't sure if I could ask it but I needed to know. "What do you eat and you KNOW what I mean!"

"Blood of course but I prefer cows. What? You don't automatically assume I'm a, for lack of a better term, "good vampire"? Come now Mother, have a little faith in your son."

"You drink cow blood?"

"It's not as bad as you might suspect. Our bodies are geared towards blood but it doesn't have to be human to provide our existence but I prefer the taste of the cow over the other larger animals." He spoke like we were on a date. He said everything as if it was the most casual conversation two people could have. "Before you ask, yes I've tasted human BUT the coven I belong to has a few who donate. Everyone who comes to us chooses to of their own free will and is treated like family. I tried it once and it feels better but it made me feel like a monster."

So far I wasn't sure he was one. I continued eating with one hand, he wouldn't let my mind go and I enjoyed the contact. It felt natural though the use of the word ironically feels "unnatural".

"Do you swear?"

"Yes Mother, I swear that I've never hurt anyone." His expression softened and I saw a glimpse of my son beneath what he had become.

"I believe you," I admitted too quickly. "This is just a lot to take."

"I know. Ask whatever you want and I'll answer as long as you'd like."

He did, true to his word. We talked for an hour and he explained about the coven, that a man who'd gone through something similar with his Mom centuries ago found Marcus, saw the hurt in his heart, and turned him.

Marcus talked about his first years and the rage he felt but he's come to accept his fate and family. Eventually, after a few centuries to find himself, his "sire" as he called him started the company he works for decades ago. Most of the top brass are vampires. He told me how he sleeps, his powers and, well, everything.

"So YOU made me do this!?" I'd been laughing for the last thirty minutes. He truly mastered the art of the silver tongue. We relaxed and we talked like we had before he left. Then he told me about his influence.

"Not on purpose!" He acted like a kid in trouble and I stifled a laugh. "I'm not used to using my will on people. They warned me about this. Our will can be stronger in the family, I just didn't realize that I was using it. I swear I don't! It's a power that I've never been fond of, mostly because I'm bad at it but you have my word that I didn't mean to do this." He laughed and jutted his chin at my cleavage.

"Not that I mind. You are so unfathomably sexy."

"Marcus!"

"Can I interest you in dessert?" Anastasia appeared out of nowhere after ghosting us. I could tell Marcus ignoring her wiles had hurt her pride. It made me feel so warm and tingly inside.

"Just the check please." A card appeared in his fingers as if by magic and she left, defeated for good. I swear I did a little dance in my chair.

There was a big question still unanswered. "Marcus, do I still have questions left?"

"As many as you'd like." He answered casually.

"Then I need to know why you came back tonight. What's your end goal? If you don't want to hurt me, why?" I begged more than I intended. I needed to know after everything, why now.

"You had to ask that one, didn't you?" His fingertips rubbed his chin and for a moment he looked like a statue. "Pass."

"You swore!"

"Yes, I did and I will uphold my promise but, I would just like a little time." He rubbed his healed hand and stuck out his lip. "I mean it is the least you can do."

"Big baby." I huffed and wrinkled my nose but I ultimately gave in. "Fine, as long as you promise to answer me before the night is over."

"I would say cross my heart and hope to die but...."

"Smartypants." After finishing off my last glass I felt kind of tipsy. A little more than that maybe. Screw it, I was almost drunk.

I started so well and controlled but the more I eased up the more I drank. We were laughing and playing around again and it felt real. He was back. I even ignored the rest. I just wanted it to be us for a little bit.

"Well, Mother, are you ready for your first surprise?" The feel of his hand on mine as we left had started to feel like I didn't want to know anything else. Even the high of watching Anastasia haughtily watch us leave and knowing the host was checking my ass out didn't feel as good as holding Marcus's hand.

"I don't know." The air felt so nice and in my drunken state, my head fell to his shoulder. The only thing that felt better than when our hands held one another was his arm around my shoulders.

It scared me more than the vampirism but it turned me on. It felt like he was saying "she's mine" and it didn't disgust me as much as it should. It made me feel special because he's special. I always knew that but I was being a mom and wasn't expecting vampirism!

"Do you trust me?" He asked me and a little switch flipped somewhere in my head.

"Marcus, yo-you're doing it again baby...."

I shuddered when his palm pressed against my cheek and I moaned. My underwear was also soaked.

"Y-Yes... I trust you." I rasped in the midst of my rising arousal.

"Good, save your voice. You're going to want to scream.

-

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh"!

Marcus tackled me from behind, taking as much closeness as he could. I mean he DID do good. "So?" He purred in my ear.

"THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!"

"You don't have to scream. I can hear you perfectly even with the music." I wouldn't call it music but I hadn't been to a nightclub in twenty years! "Oh Marcus I haven't been dancing in over a decade and-"

"Lord your ass should be one of the wonders of the world." He'd been pushing the line and I yelped when his hand slipped down my back, under my dress and along my bare ass.

"Marcus!" My swats did nothing and his hand remained.

"Is it any wonder that you were every sexual fantasy that I've ever had?" His other hand joined the other and I started to tremble.

"Marcus please.. stop...." Lights flashed and I saw brief glimpses of the crowd. Most were people half my age but no one seemed to care about us. In fact, almost everyone was just as close as us.

"Are you sure you want me too? Your ass has been grinding my poor, teased crotch for the last twenty minutes." He grunted but removed his hands obediently. The moment they left I longed for them to return but stood my ground.

"I can't stop!" I used to love dancing. I'd be out to all hours of the night dancing .... grinding. Being back, being me, it released something. I couldn't stop. At one point the DJ called for "The Grind" and whenever women started grinding, my hands hit the ground and my ass shot up.

"I'm not behaving like me I... Marcus are you doing this!?" I screamed from the floor and shot back up against his solid body.

His velvety chuckle sent fresh liquid coursing down my thighs. I needed to leave but I didn't want to. I had to, or I was going to open my legs and invite him inside.

"Don't blame me, this is all you." His lips touched my neck and I screamed. His teeth frightened me, I knew the stories but God forgive me it just made me hotter.

"What do you mean?"

"Vampires are a tricky sort." He told me as his hands traveled. One grabbed my breast and the other crept lower and lower.

"Marcus please don't!" It's funny how we can be so afraid of something that deep down, we crave. We want or need it, but we still fight against it. It disgusted me how much I loved the feel of his hands roughly exploring my body but I needed it more than I had known.

"You see when someone finds us particularly attractive they have a habit of feeding off of our erotic, sexual nature. Being around us can be an aphrodisiac. They begin acting differently, looser and uninhibited. Direct. They reveal themselves, Mother. Their desires... " Being with him affects me like a drug. I couldn't fight him and I'm not sure I wanted to anymore. "What I'm trying to say, dear Mother is, you want me."

"Li-Liar!" That's the pot calling the kettle black. I did, I wanted him from the first moment I saw him. "I d-d-don't w-want-"

His fingers slipped beneath my underwear and I didn't put up an ounce of fight against him. "Look at these." He rubbed the front and I wiggled my ass back against his hardness. His very long, very thick hardness. "Now Mother, why would you wear something like these unless you wanted me?"

"I didn't mean to! Your Jedi bull crap made me wear these!" My hips refused to stop. He growled from the feeling of my big, round ass stroking his manhood.

"Mother!" His hand took my chin and yanked my head back so he could gaze into my eyes and holy crap I almost ripped his pants off right there! "Our influence only pushes you to do what you want. I think perhaps you protest too much...."

"There are other people here, AAHH!" He found my button through my underwear and tenderly rubbed me to a leg-quaking, moaning, eye-rolling state.

"They're too busy to notice us." He told me and I saw two girls making out in the corner. Another man looked like he had entered his dance partner on the floor. They were all in a sexual stupor.

"What did you do!?"

"Don't blame me mother, you're making it very hard," he paused to chuckle in my ear, "and by that, I mean to control myself. You're getting me so turned on that I think they're picking up on it. Speaking of," His hand forced itself past the band of my underwear, and before I knew what was happening, a finger slipped inside me.

"JESUS MARKUS YOU'RE INSIDE ME!"

"To be fair it's about damned time."

I came pretty quickly. It wasn't a large one but I enjoyed it all the same and when I gushed over my son's hand, only the one around my throat kept me from falling. He spun me like a limp doll and gazed into my eyes and all I could see in his was a maelstrom of fire and lust and behind it all I saw love. Unconditional and eternal burning like a fucking sun.

"You w-want to fuck me...."

"Actually, I want so much more than that." Suddenly we were dancing. My arms hung around his neck and my head rolled against his chest, his words rolling around as we moved. "Not for sex though I do intend to ruin you for anyone who's not me. Mark my words, Mother, every inch of your body shall belong to me. I shall do every sick little thought that pops into your gorgeous head."

A tiny squeak popped from my throat and if he wasn't so strong, I would have collapsed. He made my legs feel like jelly. We moved towards a corner and he pinned me to the wall. I was reminded of one of my favorite stories. A noblewoman in love with a vampire gets thrown against a wall and ravished during a ball. The vampire hypnotized the crowd so they wouldn't notice and as they danced, he took her.

I didn't have to be worried though. The kiss he laid on me pushed any thoughts out to the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist and I gave up. I kissed him, so many years of loneliness made up at that moment. When he pulled away my lips kept moving, so hungry for more.

"This is w-wrong..."

"Mother, I can smell your arousal."

He didn't shove his tongue in my mouth. No, he kissed me in every way that I've ever wanted to be kissed. Slow but passionate, our lips working against one another, and every few moments our tongues would meet.

His fingers dug into my bare ass possessively and the growl from his throat sent a river flowing down my thighs. My head was spinning and every line I knew to follow flew past us as we sprinted over them. I should have stopped him when the hem of my dress had come up but I couldn't muster an ounce of struggle as my bare ass got mauled on the dance floor.

Then I looked at him and the last bit of my motherhood slapped me across the face.

I shoved my hands against his chest and though I would never be a match for his strength, he let me go. I took off from the club and the beginnings of the orgy my son inadvertently caused. I ran out, crying and trying to straighten my dress.

"Mother."

I turned and he swept me up in another kiss, smooth, cold hand dipping up my dress and taking my cheek as his. I squealed into his mouth, uselessly slamming my fists into his shoulders weakly. My brain screamed at me that I couldn't accept this but my neglected nethers screamed for him to take me.

He carried me into an alley and pushed me against a wall again and I loved the feel of his strong hands moving me around. My legs closed around him as my palms flopped pathetically against him. "Marcus p-please.. pleeeeeeeaaasssee...." I moaned against his tongue.

"Mother, are you begging for me to stop or demanding that I don't?" He asked me arrogantly and the embers of my motherly ire raged in my chest.

"Why did you come back, Marcus? Why are you doing this?" I begged to know through tears and lust.

"Isn't it obvious?" He whispered and hiked me up by the ass. My arms wrapped around him as our lips met again and I had little fight left. "I came for you, Mother

"M-Me!?"

"I didn't come back to fix things, Mother. I came back to do what I should have done ten years ago." Someone laughed and I could hear them, two people walking past us. Marcus waited but I didn't call. I could have but I couldn't manage to find the words. No, I hung onto my son and listened as the footsteps grew distant.

"What's that?" I wanted to cry. I felt like an addict staring at their fix. I wanted him, I wanted everything that he promised.

"Make you mine, obviously, and mother, you will be mine." Authority blazed in his words and my head rested against the bricks. "His", the word should have made my skin crawl but the idea only made me feel happy, complete. "And in return, I would take the honor of being yours. Every part of me but especially my heart and all the love that comes with it. We belong together. Forever."

"F-Forever....."

"Forever." He whispered and kissed me again.

"But I'm your mom Marcus! How can we ever be together baby?"

"I have connections. Getting a new identity wouldn't be difficult. Besides, aren't you tired of being alone?" He asked and his words stabbed me like a knife. "I know that I am. Mother, you are my destiny and if you come with me, we could be happy. Imagine it! An endless lifetime with someone who loves you more than ANYTHING on the planet, a man who loves you and makes you happy."

"Do you mean it, Marcus? Could we really ... could we be happy together?" The devil's speech was too much. The words, too alluring, seductive, intoxicating. I stopped deserving the title of Mother the moment my willpower caved and I considered it but I wanted it.

"I will be yours forever." He swore solemnly, as if he was signing a contract. I think we may have been.

"Will you.. turn me?" The thought terrified and intrigued me.

Our lips were so close, our faces pressed together and my neglected pussy drooled a steady stream against his crotch. "It won't hurt, not for long anyway. Our saliva has a way of calming the nerves and easing pain. I swear I will be with you through it all."

"Marcus, can we go home? I'm drunk and apparently high on vampire spit." My life has become the weirdest story.

"Sure, I'll take you home." He picked me up like I weighed nothing. My arms clung to his throat and I got scared again.

"Wait, are you going to run like in Twilight?"

"Ugh." He spat. "Please Mother, have some taste. That movie is our greatest shame."

"Sorry." I squealed as he carried me to his car. He opened the door with one hand and I barely felt him shift, then I was being lowered into my seat. I didn't want to let go but I needed to get home and think.

The world spun violently and before I knew it, we were soaring down the streets. I went in and out of consciousness but his hand in mine tethered me.

"Love you.."

"And I you, Mother."

When I came to, I was in his arms again. We went through my door into my living room and straight past to my bedroom. He opened the door and carried me, my knight in pale armor, and set me gently on the bed but I wouldn't let go.

"You promise it won't hurt for long?"

"Mhm." He hummed and when I patted the bed beside me, he didn't hesitate. "There will be some pain, then sleep. When your heart stops, you'll feel nothing but amazing for the rest of your existence."

"And you'll be there .... forever like you said?" I held onto him like the world was an ocean trying to swallow me but he was the rock keeping me afloat.

"For eternity. I can't know much Mother but I swear to love you till the death of the universe." His lips kissed my forehead and I finally jumped across that line.

"I'll be your mother forever!?" That idea is what sealed my fate. He'd never leave me again.

"Yes, Mother." He said, considering. "I was thinking something a little more poetic though." He pulled a small box from his jacket and the world froze. "Like a wife."

"Marcus you can't be serious!"

"What's the point in getting a new identity without a husband?" His voice washed away the worry and instead I pictured wearing the most beautiful dress, waiting for my handsome son to walk down the aisle.

"You can make that happen?"

"Easily and, there are plenty of perks." His hand found my sopping wet pussy and this time I angled towards him. "For instance, orgasms are like dynamite, and for female vampires, they can be inhumanly sensitive. Just the lightest touch, caress, or nibble can send one writhing in ecstasy." His lips stole mine and I knew that I could get used to it. To be needed, to his desire, and let me tell you that his "desire" trailed down his leg almost to his knees and felt like a steel rod.

"You win, Marcus. I am so tired of being alone, of missing you." I started crying then and he held me while I sobbed. "I've been so alone Marcus and every day I've thought about you and it just got worse!" I jerked his hand back between my thighs and held it until his fingers worked their unholy magic.

"You will NEVER feel that way again." He pounced then, pushing me to my back and spreading my legs with his. "As long as we're together, you will be cherished." The box opened in front of my nose and I gasped.

"What a rock!" I squealed and took the ring. It slipped on like he had it made for me. He may have, sneaky bastard.

"Mother, so you-" My finger stopped his lips mid-sentence.

"Catherine," I grunted. "If we're going to be married for eternity, you aren't calling me Mother in public. ... maybe in private but NO more in public!"

"As you wish." He murmured. "Fiancé."

"This has been the WEIRDEST day." I groaned.

"It's not over." He told me and asked once more, "Trust me?"

"Always and forever Marcus." His hand, slick with my juices, took mine and pulled me up.

"Then it's time I finally get to fulfill a lifelong dream." He told me seriously.

"And that would be?"

Instead of answering, his hands squeezed my ass before tossing me into the air. I shrieked and when I landed on his shoulders his teeth ripped my underwear away and spat it to the floor. I tried to scream his name but his tongue brought screams for several VERY different reasons.

I couldn't imagine a man holding me up like this. His tongue stretched me like some men I've been with. It didn't stop, it kept going and writhing inside me. His arms snaked over my thighs and his thumb found my clit and I blanked out.

"Oh my God this is insane! You're going to make your mother cum, is that what you want you dirty, dirty boy? To make your own mother cum!" His tongue thrust in and out, curving upwards to punish my G spot.

"I-I'll ta-take that as a Y-Yes! Oh MY AAAHHHHHH!" I arched back wailing like a whore, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't let me fall. My legs kicked on the side of his head and to my utter shame, I squirted over my son's face. "I'm sorry! Shooo, don't hate meeeEEEeeee!"

I rose from his face and his tongue lashed out, lapping the juices away. "I can't believe that was inside me! It's bigger than the men I've had!"

"Trust me moth- ..... Catherine." He lashed out again just to make me shiver. "That'll take some getting used to but, you should know that phrase is one you'll be repeating soon."

He set me down easily and I immediately plopped down on the bed. "That took a lot out of me. I haven't had an orgasm like that in.... oh crap I can't remember."

"And you think the night is over?" He asked incredulously and before I knew what was happening his hand grabbed my dress and ripped it from me like tissue paper. I clasped my hands over my body and shrieked, "Marcus are you out of- oomph!"

Like a bull he charged and the next thing I knew I was trapped against the wall again. "I'm starting to like this and that scares me."

"I can buy you another dress my love, I can buy you thousands. We are eternal." His smile looked different.

Fangs. He had fangs now.

"Don't fear mother. I just need to do something." His voice had lowered to a husky velvet and I heard rustling beneath us. My arm over my boobs did nothing to hide them and I knew he could feel the heat coming from my pussy.

"What do you need to do!?" I wailed in fear and anticipation.

His pants dropped and I heard a heavy thud as something large and powerful hit my wall with enough force to shake it. "Simple, mother, Mom, Catherine my love." He smiled wide and I understood at that moment why all the women scream in monster movies.

"I'm going to make sure that after tonight, you'll never look at another man again." I slid up the wall till he jerked his hips and a long, pale, thick cock flopped up between us. The head spit clear liquid over my cleavage after my breasts trapped it. I choked, I tried to push, I tried to scream.

What I did was whimper "Big!" It's like calling a redwood big but in my defense, my brain clocked out.

"You're mine, say it Mother. Say it, I need to hear it!" The head threatened my tender tunnel. I knew deep down that I wouldn't be the same. I wanted him though, I need everyone reading this to know that I had completely given in. It's just ...... it's like putting a glove on your hand then trying to shove the rest of the arm in.

"Oh God, oh GOOOOOD I'M YOURS MARCUS! MOMMY IS YOURS!" I howled, broken completely the moment his head split my lips.

"He has nothing to do with this dear moTHER!" At once his girth filled me and I screamed again. It tore from me violently and to my shame, I was at his mercy.

Willingly. Oh, and happily. Like pure joy washed over me, dulling the pain and turning everything to the sweetest of bliss.

I didn't want to tell him to stop. I couldn't if I did. I needed the attention, the touch, the passion. For all the years that I had been alone, I told myself that it was ok. It wasn't. I'm a woman and I deserve love, I deserve this, I deserve him!

"I'm yours Marcus my God you're ripping me in half and I love you! I'm yours, this is yours this is, I can't believe I'm telling my son this but this is your pussy! Fuck your fucking pussy!"

"Mother!" My scream hit a level only dogs could hear as more organs shunted off to the sides. When his cock came close to bottoming out I knew he was right. I'd be a slave to him for the rest of my life. "And this is your cock!" He bellowed in my face as the last slid into place and I thanked him. I fucking thanked him.

"Thank my baby boy, my love my Marcus THANK YOOOUUU!" I thanked him for the gift. For his love, his dick, his touch. I thanked him for coming back. My belly rippled from the strain, pressed out by the force of his size and I came. Oh my GOD did I cum. I wet his cock and marked it as mine.

"Catherine!"

"Marcus!" I clawed at his back as he pulled us away and jumped. "WHAT ARE YOU AAGGGHHHHH!" I hit the wall again, this time several feet off the floor.

He didn't answer but dug his fingers in the wall and hammered my pussy, sending ass to smoosh against the wallpaper. We hung like that, my eyes popping from my head. I couldn't speak anymore, only shriek my love. Marcus kissed me and I welcomed that demon tongue down my throat.

He jumped again and landed against the other wall across the room. "Hold my neck!" He commanded and when I did he ripped his clothes from his body and I marveled at my gifts. Every muscle looked carved from stone. "Abs!" I cooed like a love-lorn teen.

"Don't freak." He warned me and pulled me off. I screamed like a stuck pig but when that impossible cock left me I felt empty. He threw me, I spun and fell back into his arms, his chiseled everything brushing my back and ass, then his cock reentered me from behind. Yeah! Mommy is yours fucking mommy FUCK YOUR MOMMY!"

I don't know how he held himself against the wall but his hips drove that glorious impaler to my deepest depths till I saw heaven flash before me. His hands held my waist and I came in a series of orgasms beaten from me. My breasts swayed beneath me and my ass rippled. My arms hung loosely like the tongue flopping in my mouth. My feet braced against the wall but he never met me for long. Those human muscles flexed with supernatural strength, tearing me back every other moment.

"Marcus, you're making your beaten Mother cum again you monster! Fuck Mommy s-stupid! Mommy looooves you!" I cried over the steady slap of my ass against his waist, loving every moment of the passionate lovemaking that bordered on a mind-numbing fuck.

Marcus laughed wildly above me, savoring his mother's fall. "Catherine went out of the window rather quickly."

"I said in public! Mommy loves you in private, Marcus! So fucking much!" I sobbed and his fingers wrapped around my throat and pulled me to him. "You're my son making me happier than any man ever could!"

We hung there on the wall, no idea how. All of my weight pressed down around him and my legs kicked uselessly against the wall. My feet dangled above the floor as he truly made sure that I could never feel another man.

"I will never let you go, Mother. Ever." His thrusts increased in power and I feared for my soon-to-be bruised ass. If I didn't keep myself in good shape I would have tapped out soon but I would do anything for more. Even as my strength was beaten from me, I craved more.

"Grab Mommy's tits!" I demanded and when his fingers tweaked my sensitive nipples I threw my face back for a kiss. I didn't care that his tongue tasted like me, it belonged down my throat. We made out and when he began to grunt and groan I widened my legs, welcoming his cum.

"Mommy!"

"YES! YEESS FUCKING YEESSS!" Cum disgusted me all my life but when my son's filled my middle to bursting I cried my thanks. It belonged there.

It was mine.

"My cock, my fucking cock!" My hips wiggled, my pussy marinating his meat in its juices as his cum wrote his name in my womb. "No one else can ever have you, Marcus!"

Getting thrown from the wall back and forth like a human paddle ball was a sexual experience that I didn't know that I needed. My pussy spasmed, crushing the Goliath appendage.

"F-F-FUCK!"

We fell, crashing to the ground. His feet hit and his hands stopped me just as my nose tapped the floor. It felt like a tickle. He thrust again and I was shot across the floor, my extended belly trapped against the wood and filled with cock and so much of his cum that I hung above the ground.

His dick left me and I looked up, teeth clenched as our fluids squirted from me like a stream.

"B-Best e-e-ver!" I moaned, weak and unable to move but GOD was I satisfied.

"I do aim to please." He rolled me over and beamed victoriously at his handiwork. "So, round two?"

I managed to push myself to my elbows but that's all the energy that I had. "Marcus I can't take anymore! You're not human and the spirit aches for you but the flesh just aches. Period! Please... no more.."

"Come now Mother, you can't be serious?" His cock rose, still ready and willing to take me again. "We've barely started."

"You've made me cum like a dozen times!" I hissed like a snake. My poor womanhood would never be the same.

"Easy fix." He told me and his hand delved between my legs. I tried to protest but his mouth silenced me. His fingers slid inside, curled in, and pulled free.

"Here, drink." He commanded and his goo-covered fingers hovered before my salivating mouth. It smelled insanely good but indescribable.

"Ew, no! I don't do that it's disgusting and misogynistic and-"

His fingers entered my mouth and the moment his seed touched my tongue it felt like the power of the Gods began to course through me.

"Easy now." He purred and I realized I was hanging on. My hands gripped his wrists so hard my knuckles turned white and I sucked every drop from his fingers.

"More, please Marcus if you've ever loved me I NEED MORE!" I tried to fill my palms from the stream rushing from my taken pussy but he pushed them beside me and his nose brushed mine.

"Don't be greedy now. You can have more later." He told me and tried to kiss me but I kicked my feet and turned my nose away.

"I am still your mother and I say when I've had enough and I. Want. More!" I demanded petulantly and Marcus bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.

"You can have more later." He repeated and when I started to protest he held a hand up to stop me. "Mother or not, I said no Catherine." For the first time, he denied me something and I didn't handle it well. I pouted, sticking my lip out as he had done but he rolled his eyes and lifted me from the floor.

"Too much can make a human addicted so please behave. I promise that when I turn you, you can have all that you want and more." His eyes bounced suggestively and I relented.

"Promise." He swore and when he moved close my arms snaked back around his neck and sought his tongue. We made out and I didn't protest when he crouched and leapt to the ceiling. "Marcus what are you a-HOLY FUCK!"

I saw his hand and feet attached to the ceiling somehow. He held me in one arm, just one, that's all he needed to keep me safely held to him. Then, in quick succession, he let me go, grabbed my hips and spun me upside down, and buried his face in my ass. His tongue ran across my asshole and I shrieked. "Don't you dare!"

I tried to use the dreaded Mom face but it's hard to look imposing when you are hanging upside down from the ceiling with a tongue licking your butthole. And no, I never thought that I would think those words much less record them.

A warm glob of spit splattered down and the pad of his thumb gently massaged my ring. "Not feeling adventurous?" He asked, chuckling.

"No! I can barely handle you between my thighs and women aren't built for that!

"Oh, I'm going to have to disagree with you." His arms held me at the hips. My head was barely a hair's width from the floor. My arms dangled uselessly as fingers and tongue knocked at my backside.

"Female vampires are rather unique, mother. I told you, when aroused they become supernaturally sensitive. Their whole body is like one," his thumb pressed forward and I tried to protest but my stupid hips betrayed me. "Biiiiig g spot." My ass wiggled back and the sensations vibrating through my anus as he pierced through made my pussy gush. "Ooooooo myyyy...."

"M-Marcus, please I can't say no to you but I'm not a whore, I'm not! I don't want to be used, especially by you..."

"Mother, I just want to show you all the pleasures the human body holds." His mouth spoke so close to my pussy that I could feel the vibrations. "This night isn't about me, it's about you. Let me make you happy. Please."

"Fine, just go slow please!" The tip of his tongue pressed against me and I moaned as it slowly split my virgin hole. I'd never been interested and I was always told women don't enjoy it but it felt like this whole new thing, and I had a sneaking suspicion that I might get addicted to it.

"Wow, that feels so much better than I thought." Taking that as an invitation his thick tongue pressed forward and the girth slowly spread my ring.

As I hung upside down with my vampire son's tongue coursing through my ass, my face bobbing beside my bed and a strange clarity clearing my mind I thought,'Huh, there's a Cheeto under there.'

I didn't care. I've always been such a neat freak but it hit me. I'm leaving and I haven't been so happy for so long. This is all I've ever wanted. Not EXACTLY how I wanted it but to hell with being specific. I was in heaven.

His tongue slowly pulled from me and I whimpered, "No..."

"Greedy greedy." He swung me again and caught me. When my back hit the ceiling I finally saw the pattern. "You hold me so I can't escape Marcus but I'm not going anywhere my love, and this is EXTREMELY important, do NOT kiss me till you've had some mouthwash!"

"Phahahaha!" His laughter echoed like a roar.

"It's not funny!"

"I can think of other things to use it for." He murmured and his teeth grated against my ear as his cock entered me again.

"Oooh so full!" My fat gut squooshed between us as he tilted me.

"And you're about to get even more full." I spent the next ten minutes getting hammered into the ceiling and screaming up a storm. Cum and my own juices rained down to the floor.

He fucked me all over my room. The walls, ceiling, floor. He remembered we had the bed after a few hours. Whenever I needed a break he fed me more of his cum.

"Marcus, Marcus baby fuck me!" My throat burned but I spurred my lover, son, and fiancé on until I lay spent on the bed while Marcus fucked me one last time. I was empty, nothing left inside but him.

His teeth sparkled in the night and when our eyes met, something clicked. His tongue washed over his fangs and his eyes burned differently now. It was time.

I squeaked, "Do it" and grabbed his hand in mine.

Marcus didn't hesitate. I turned my head and exposed my neck and the next second I felt his teeth. He was right, I barely felt it but not his cock pouring its seed into my womb or his mouth latched on and suckling.

It ended up being almost nice. I fell asleep to the sounds of Marcus happily feeding. "Now.. w-who's g-greedy?" I mumbled weakly and I came one last time before consciousness left me.

I could barely see but my eyes caught the glowing red of my alarmclock. Midnight.

"I got our halloween back....." Thats all I needed. My fingers dug into his back and I cried, "Marcus I love you and I can't wait to be your wife!" before passing out.

Then, darkness.

-

New York, two weeks later-

"Hello, Mister Wickman. Lovely evening, isn't it?" The door opened and I shook my head. I don't hate our surname but it's so weird to hear it. I do still have the honor of being "Catherine" so that's something and "Catherine Wickman" does have a rather great ring to it for a vampire.

David the doorman had ogled me every night this week and this would not be the exception. I don't mind. Most people do now.

"Miss Wickman." He stammered and tipped his hat. As we walked by I could feel his gaze and I smiled. My husband's hand rarely left my ass and I didn't mind that either. I normally had my hand in his pocket. David and everyone else knew who I belonged to, they could see whenever we passed them.. When we walked through the lobby and past other residents, every woman checking out my Marcus knew who he belonged to too.

I despised over affectionate displays of affection before but now that I was happier beyond measure, I needed to touch and be touched at all times, and THAT my Marcus doesn't mind, hehe.

I woke up after a week in his bed. OUR bed now. In the movies and books, it doesn't take long but the full transformation takes some time. I woke up starving and he already had blood ready. I didn't hesitate and he was right. The flavor is unique and surprisingly complex. I drank everything he gave me one after the other. My body had burned off my blood as I changed. When I woke, the hunger was ... everything.

I'm still getting used to that but it's not as bad as the media makes it out to be. We don't have to eat very often and the hunger is a Neverending itch at the back of our consciousness but easy to live with.

He went all out, he told me as I drank for the first time. He was so proud of himself. He had a wide selection for me to try. Elk and moose, elephant, and many creatures whose names I can't even remember.

I broke from my reverie as my husband patted David's back and laughed. "Every evening is beautiful with the right woman David." My husband has such a way with words.

"I'll say," David whispered hoarsely. My booty really drove him nuts. Between my butt and my boobs I needed an all new wardrobe. They're even bigger and my waist is sooo tiny. It's amazing.

I could hear the blood flowing to his dick as he watched my hips pop. I giggled and placed my head on Marcus's shoulder.

The doors of the elevator opened to a rather full cab filled with young couples. Marcus told me that most of the building's tenants are rich and parties are common. He had our walls padded so we don't hear everything in the building. Let me tell you, super senses get old fast. Between the smells and the constant chatter, our apartment is my safe space.

We entered the elevator and the other passengers stared. Marcus wasn't even the focus this time. The dress he bought me didn't help the stares. The back stops right below my bubble butt, normally my show-off of a husband likes to hike the hem up so I always have some butt peeking out.

When I woke up and he took me to "my" wardrobe, well, when he bought me clothes, all of my underwear could be easily mistaken for dental floss. The first fight that we've had. It may have ended with very intense makeup sex.... and a hole in the wall. Well, not so much a hole as we just kind of... took the wall down with us.

Vampires are strong....

I loved the rest of the clothes though they followed the same pattern. I reminded him that I'm still his mother, not some slut but, I can't resist. He loves showing me off and I admittedly have gotten addicted. The way people long for me, it makes me feel like a goddess.

Of all the dresses he bought me, that one is my favorite exactly because of the stares it got. I could taste the desire everyone had for me. It was backless and stopped just low enough to show a hint of my cheeks. Normally I'm not one for buttcrack but it just makes my ass look so damned good. Again, he freaking loves showing me off.

The front tied around my neck and the top cut off just over my nipples. I wouldn't have been caught dead wearing a dress like that before.

It's a good thing I'm undead then! Hahahaha!

Apparently a side effect of vampirism is occasional mad cackling.

When I woke up the first thing I wanted to do was look in the mirror. I wasn't thinking clearly. He had a portrait done to commemorate our marriage though which I HAVE to talk about but first, the painting. It hangs in the den in his apartment and we look like newly weds, which we are.

I don't look like me, not to me anyway but Marcus sees me. I'm leaning against his shoulder and staring up at him with such adoration. His hand strokes my cheek and he states back and the artist even colored obsession into his eyes. I love to tease him but he is obsessed. We rarely leave each other's side, even when he leaves for work.

Speaking of, his apartment is bigger than my house. We entered and immediately we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We spent most of our time making love and yes, it's indescribable. I thought he was the best fuck of my life before I didn't need to breathe or eat. We went there for two days after I woke up and we didn't talk once if you know what I mean. Hehe. I'm kind of a sex addict now. Some of his coven mates have had to drag him off of me.

They say that the honeymoon period with vampires can last centuries.

I cast my eyes to the painting as Marcus ravished my neck. Our looks are bait and boy can I reel in the biggest one. I don't look older than Marcus, in fact some think I look slightly younger but he always did look old for his age. I didn't care about my looks before and, shockingly to my Marcus, now. It's a plus and I'm happy to make him happy but I don't need that advantage. We don't kill so I don't need to lure lonely men and women but I will admit vampirism is the best skin care routine.

My dress flew across the room and I flew into his arms. I can fly! It's so awesome!

I have a really bad handle on vampirism so far but I don't care. I can't even leave my husband's side. From the moment I wake up if I'm more than a room away, I start to break down emotionally. He says that can be a side effect too. Sometimes you bond to your sire so strongly that it becomes hard to separate.

He chuckled and told me "It's like I'm the parent now."

I told him to shut up.

Our wedding happened three days after I woke up. He flew me from the balcony of his apartment the night before and we met some friends of his to get me ready to be a part of his life. He was so careful, so worried, and anxious just because he wanted my reveal to be perfect. It was so cute.

I hadn't worn clothing since I woke up. Some friends got me dressed and I must have looked like a human Viagra because boners were popping up like firecrackers as we walked down the street.

Marcus was such an adorable idiot showing me off to everyone. He stopped the doorman, the guy at the front desk, everyone that he knew. It caused quite a stir to my ego knowing the power I had but I've been good. Mostly. I may have used my influence to overwhelm a few guys as they openly catcalled me. I made one guy explode in his pants and pass out while his girlfriend freaked out. Damn, that was funny.

Our wedding was of course just vampires and held at night. I walked down in a dress that cost more than I ever would have earned and I started to forget then. I chose to. Reggie and all the rest, my boring life. It lost all meaning. I would always thank him for Marcus and now when I say always, I mean always. In the end, though, I'm glad that we ended.

It all moved so fast but I just rolled with it. I didn't recognize the faces in the crowd but I met many of the people that I've already started calling friends. I have a small circle of women that invite me to stuff everyday but, of course, I can't. Not yet. Not when I have Marcus at home.

Oh, and the dreams are gone. I still dream of him but now he's rarely wearing clothes.

Anyway, he hammered me in my favorite position. On the ceiling, my back to the wall getting the stuffing pounded out of me.

You develop some weird kinks with immortality I've been told.

"Marcus, I love you, my son, my husband!" I told him as our lips met and we came together writhing in blissful agony.

"And I you, Mother, forever and always."

End-