Clementina - S01 E03

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Clementina - S01 E03

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

tried to press against the side of the tunnel as best could to avoid her bumping into my cock on the way out. Instead she seemed to take great pleasure in sliding ever possible inch of her body along it as she slithered from the tunnel. First her hips, then her pussy letting me feel the flesh of her labia through my shorts, then her stomach, then the cavity between her breasts, and finally her chin and her mouth, which she seemed to cup over the tip before slipping completely from the crawlspace.

A second later she was padding up the stairs.

I took a deep breath. What the hell was that all about? She had intentionally rubbed against me. Now I had a raging erection that was going to give me hell until rubbed one out.

I lay back on the floor of the crawlspace in the mud, and let the chilly mist from the busted pipe wash over me. It felt good. In a minute I felt the rock in my shorts soften enough that I could move without injuring myself.

I crawled to the chamber where we had the stash of plumbing tools. Upstairs I could hear Clementina walking to the bathroom and flicking on the light. Out of the corner of my eye, a glimmer of light showed at the edge of the crawlspace.

Right underneath the first floor bathroom, where could hear her turning on the taps in the tub.

I slipped to the edge of the crawispace. In the middle of the rafters above me, through the thick haze of years of spider webs, I could see the space in the walls between the bathroom and the sitting room. Light poured into the space from a hole in the bathroom wall

There was just enough space in the walls for a person to fit.

Was I actually going to spy on her?

From upstairs I heard Clementina's voice call.

"When the tub finishes running, you can kill the water."

"Thanks!" I hollered back.

I used the handle of a rake I found in the basement to clear out the spider webs and gently, silently stood on the edge of the crawlspace and eased myself into the space between the walls. The hole in the wall was right about eye level as I stood up. I took a silent, deep breath, and looked through.

I found myself looking through a gap in the shadow of the pedestal sink in the bathroom. I could clearly see the main part of the bathroom and the old claw-foot tub in fact I was almost looking down on the tub, so I could see the water filling up and the bubbles from Clementina's bath oils.

Clementina stood beside the bathtub, still wearing the green silk robe, though the robe was now wet and coated with mud from the crawlspace, as were her legs. She bent over and swirled the water, then let the robe fall to the floor.

I had a clear view of her nude body and my cock came to full attention. Her breasts were large and hung down and slightly outwards, her long nipples pointing just below horizontal, her wide brown aureoles spreading across the ends of the mountains of flesh. A streak of mud from the crawlspace ran down the space between her breasts, and more mud stained her stomach. Several inches below her navel, she had a small but tidy swath of pubic hair running down to the thick, fleshy labia I had seen in the crawlspace. I could see the lobes were damp, though wasn't sure if that was from arousal or from the moisture in the basement, and she was slightly gaped, revealing a hint of pink flesh Inside. At the tip of the labla was the outline of her large, hooded clitoris, hidden within the folds.

I gawked like a horny twelve-year-old. She was undeniably beautiful. I had never really thought much about Clementina as a sexual thing she was more just that nice but eccentric lady who lived in that old house next door. But now, suddenly, I was hard as a rock looking at her and wanted nothing more than to have my cock buried deep between those dangling, slightly parted, lobes.

As quietly as possible, I unzipped my shorts. My cock popped out almost of its own accord. I had been blessed with a decent sized meatstick, and I ran my hands across it as I watched Clementina.

She bent over and turned off the tub and I had another look at her pinkish-brown asshole. It too looked moist, probably from the water in the crawlspace. I had only had sex twice, both times with a girlfriend had just recently broken up with. I had never given or received anal, but right now Clementina's sphincter looked so inviting I just wanted to slide my cock right in.

Clementina sat on the edge of the tub and reached for her cell phone, dialing a number and pressing it to her ear. When someone answered, she had a whispered conversation that I strained to hear.

"Yes...he's here....thanks for sending him...he said he could fix it tonight...yes...I bet he's got a huge cock, doesn't he?...yes, I'm wet Just thinking about it...I wish could feel it inside me...thanks again for sending him Eva...good night."

Eva? My mother? My mom and I had some pretty frank conversations, but never anything like that. What the fuck?

I didn't know if that was real or not, or if that was my mother or not. was confused.

But either way, Clementina was naked and horny, and I was on her mind. So if she was going to masturbate thinking about me, I was going to watch. And if could figure out a way to get inside those lobes of hers, or that ass or hers, I was going to take it.

Clementina put the phone away, and almost as if sensing someone was watching her, she ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and slipped a finger into her slit. She spread her legs and slid her hands up to her breasts, cupping them, caressing them, squeezing the tips of the nipples, squeezing them again, and again. She lifted them up to her mouth and suckled for a moment, then gave them another squeeze.

I thin, white, stream oozed from the tip. Holy Christ. She had never had kids, but she was lactating somehow. This whole thing didn't make sense. But fuck it was hot.

I had been hard, but now I felt like was about to explode. Pre- come was dripping from the tip of my pulsating cock down into the dirty mud of the crawlspace. I had been stroking my cock slowly, now I picked up the intensity. The dribble of white milk from Clementina's breasts dripped off the tip and slipped down between her legs, trickling across the lobes. She massaged her labia, pulling back the hood of her clit and stroking the underside like a tiny cock.

My balls were tightening but I didn't want to come yet, so I paused. edging myself back from the impending climax. My knees were weak and I was afraid I might lose my footing on the edge of the crawlspace, but I was more afraid would miss the show, so I dug the toes of my shoes into the rocky dirt and braced myself the toes of my shoes into the rocky dirt and braced myself between the walls with my arms.