Clementina - S01 E08

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Clementina - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

I took another tented shorts shot to send to her, this time I had my other hand on my bulging erection.

For the moment, my thoughts about Clementina were pushed aside in favor of thoughts about my mother. Where was this going? Was this something I should do? And if this was going where it seemed to be, did I have the stamina to keep both my mother and Clementina happy?

So many questions. My mind spun. The best way to fix that was to get to work.

I went back down to the cellar and tackled the pipes. I had done a lot of damage when I fell, and I had to make another trip to Home Depot for supplies before the job was done. Not long after my fishing expedition through her private possessions, Clementina arrived home. I could hear her upstairs moving around.

It was late afternoon before I finally flipped the water back on. I crawled through the crawlspaces to the different chambers of the cellar checking all the pipes to make sure there were no issues. In the farthest, most remote chamber of the cellar, there was a very slow leak. It was barely a drip. It would require another pipe replacement at some point, but it was slow enough now that I could do a temporary fix for the time being and do the full replacement later on. Above all else, I wanted Clementina out of my house, and that meant getting the water back on.

The main cut off was in one chamber, and my tools were in another, so it was several minutes of crawling around the crawlspaces before I made it back to the chamber with the leak. I had a fast-acting epoxy that I coated the leak with, let dry, and again had to crawl back to the main chamber, turn on the water, and then crawl back to where the leak was to check it out.

The pipes in Clementina's house were loud. They creaked and groaned when turned the water back on, and their complaints followed me as made my way back to the leak. Good news, it was holding. My job was done.

I was tired, having been squirming around the crawlspaces of Clementina's basement for over eight hours. My shoulders and back were sore, and I wasn't looking forward to the long crawl back to the main entrance. I leaned back against the wall, glad to be done. I checked my phone, and to my surprise, discovered I still had two bars of signal, so I texted Clementina to let her know she had water, then texted my mom to let her know would be home shortly.

My mom sent me a smiley, a thumbs up, and a heart in response. Followed by a separate text with a boob shot and just two words. "Most likely".

My heart made a tiny leap into my throat. Those thoughts I had when looking at my mother while Clementina was sucking my cock roared back. How would I feel if instead of Clementina wrapped around my knob, it had been my mother? My answer came from the stirring in my pants.

I let my mind wander for a moment, imagined my mother's tight, firm body against mine, the taste of her skin, the smell of her body oils (and her sweat). I wondered what it felt like inside her.

I was almost to full attention. My cock was pressed against my tenting shorts. I realized I wanted my mother far more than I wanted Clementina. I thought of sliding my cock between my mother's thighs as she clutched my shoulders.

My hand made it's way down to the front of my shorts and I absently stroked. Then I stopped. The last time I had jerked off in Clementina's basement had been a disaster, maybe was being superstitious but I wasn't going to take a chance.

I sat in the chamber for a few more minutes, letting my ardor cool some, just listening to the house around me, the creaking of the pipes, the occasional scuttling of a rodent around the basement.

Barely perceptible, I thought I heard a very, very distant woman's voice

I started. What the hell was that? The sound had come from a distance. Was it outside? Was it somewhere else in the house? I perked up my ears and strained to hear.

Again, very faintly, it came again. Across from the crawlspace was another very small crawlspace that led up to the edge of the foundation. The space was just a jumble of rocks with a couple of feet between the stones and the beams above. The sound seemed to be coming from the rock pile.

It came again. It wasn't just a scream, there were words as well, but I couldn't make them out...

I approached the rocks and leaned partially into the crawlspace and listened. Nothing. Standing near the foundation I heard a bird and listened. Nothing. Standing near the foundation I heard a bird tweet outside and a truck's horn sound out on the distant interstate. It had to have come from outside, right? That was the only logical explanation. Probably some kids playing in the neighborhood.

As moved away from the rock pile, I accidentally kicked a stone, rolling it a few feet out into the chamber. Underneath the stone was a dead, dried up...something. It looked to be about a foot long and snake or eel-like. It was dark gray, and desiccated, the skin just a leathered, tough sac with a few bones showing in relief.

What the fuck was that? Had it lived down here? Were there others?

I thought of the shape I had seen in the tub the night before. And of the feeling I had that there was something squirming inside of Clementina...

I brought myself up short. There were logical explanations that didn't require me to go down that path of thought. So there was a dead snake (or something snake-like) in Clementina's basement. With all the rodents running around down here, that wasn't a surprise. The real surprise was that I hadn't seen any down here before now.

I pushed the rock back over the snake-thing as the sound of Clementina's voice echoed through the crawlspaces.

"Russel? Are you still down here?" she called.

"Yes, I'll be out in a sec."

I shot a final look at the pile of rocks, and made my way back to the entrance chamber, where Clementina was waiting. She was sitting at the foot of the stairs when I pulled my sweaty, muddy self from the crawlspace.

"Wow, you're a mess," she said, surveying me up and down. I wasn't sure I liked the way she was looking at me, and I was definitely sure I didn't want another fuck session with her right now. I needed to set some boundaries.

And, to be honest, wanted to save my load for later...for my mom. The realization that was part of my thinking made my heart skip a beat, and my cock stir in my shorts.