Clementina - S01 E09

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Clementina - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

"The water's on," I said, brushing some of the mud off legs and arms. "There is still a tiny leak back in the farthest chamber that will need to be replaced eventually, but there is no rush. I did a quick patch that should keep it under control for now. We can schedule something some time before my classes start for me to come back down here and fix it."

"Great," she said. "So my plumbing is in good shape,"

Gawd, not this again.

"Everything is fine," said. "You should be good to sleep in your own bed tonight. I need to go home, clean up, and take a nap. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night." That last part I added a negative emphasis.

Like most old houses, the steps leading up out of the basement were narrow, and Clementina was sitting square in the middle. tried to squeeze past her, but as I did, her arm shot out and she rested her hand against the inside of my thigh.

"You can clean up here," she said. "And sleep is overrated." She slipped her hand up my muddy leg, slid it up the leg of my shorts, and let it rest against my resurgent cock.

"Not tonight," I said. "I will fuck you occasionally to keep our house but I need some boundaries. And tonight I need to get some rest."

She shrugged, I pushed past her up the stairs, and she followed. headed straight for the front door, only pausing there for a moment, to add "I'll text you later about setting up a time to fix that other pipe"

She nodded.

I shivered as I walked up the driveway to home. The late afternoon was warm, but I was still chilled from the damp, dark basement where had spent my day. It was good to be home.

I walked inside. My mother was in the kitchen. She looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. She had on a thin yellow tank top and a pair of close-fitting pedal pushers. Her hair was still wet and dribbled down on her shirt, creating small patches of translucent moisture across her chest. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric that clung to her curves, covering everything but hiding nothing. I realized how bad wanted her.

"You're back, and wow, you're a muddy disaster," she said, looking me up and down. "Is she all set?"

I nodded, then added "But she still has a slow leak and a section of pipe am going to have to replace. I am going to text her later and set something up."

"Did she try to hit on you again?"

"Yep, I told her I needed some boundaries. Once or twice a week was fine, but every night wasn't going to fly."

My mother nodded. "How did she take it?"

"Mostly well. I'm glad of that. I am sore as fuck after crawling around her basernent all day. I'm not sure I'm up for a high- expectation fuck right now. I just need a hot shower."

"What about a massage and a no-expectation fuck?" my mom asked.

She met my eyes, then looked away, nervously.

"That would be incredible," I said. I wanted to take her in my arms or at least kiss her. But she was clean, and I was muddy, so I would have to wait. I scurried upstairs and headed straight to the shower. Peeling off my muddy clothes, I climbed into the steaming stall and let the heat loosen up my aching back and shoulders. When I finally felt like could move again, I washed up.

By then I had a raging erection thinking about my mother, and would have loved to send a load down the shower drain. But I wanted even more to send a load into my mom. I contained myself.

Once clean, I climbed out of the shower, dried off, and wrapped up In a towel. When I emerged from the bathroom, I found my mother standing in the hallway.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

She had set up several candles around the room, and the blankets had been pulled down to the bare sheet. A bottle of massage oil sat on the nightstand, next to a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She handed one to me.

"Here's to a new phase of our relationship," she said, tapping my "Here's to a new phase of our relationship," she said, tapping my glass. I sipped gingerly, knowing the wine would go straight to my head on my empty stomach. We chatted for a few moments, as we drank the wine. It was very strange, flirting with my mother like that. After a moment, she took my glass and set it aside, then held her hand out for my towel.

I had managed to bring my erection under control, and it hadn't been too obvious when we were flirting, but as I let her pull the towel from my body, my cock popped out, ready for action. My mom pretended she hadn't noticed and just gestured to the bed.

I lay down on my side on the bed, waiting for my cock to shrink enough that I could lay down on my stomach comfortably. My mother didn't help. She put her glass down besides mine, and pulled off her tank top.

Her breasts swung free. She wasn't huge like Clementina, but she wasn't exactly small either. They hung firm but soft above her firm, toned stomach. Her high nipples pointed upwards, hard and erect. She tossed her top to the side, and pushed her pedal pushers to the floor, leaving her only in her tiny, damp thong. Her labia pressed against the thin, moist fabric.

I thought of all the times had seen her tease guys. For all that teasing, was the one who was actually getting ready to smell, touch, taste her body. I was dying to be inside of her.

She reached for the massage oil. She dribbled some of the oil on her breasts, and as I watched she rubbed her hands over them, caressing them, pinching the nipples, running her fingertips across the brown aureoles. I glanced back up at her face and realized she was watching me watch her that made me even harder. She smiled and smiled back.

She pushed her thong off and let it drop to the floor, running her olled hands down between her legs, letting the oll mix with her fluids. God, wanted her and the look in her eyes was pure desire.

"If I'm going to massage your shoulders, you're going to have to lay down on your stomach," she said, giggling, staring at my cock. I very gently tucked my erection underneath me and slowly slid myself down onto the bed on my stomach, shifting to make sure I didn't injure myself. Once had stopped shifting around, my mother climbed on top of me and straddled my hips. I could feel her vagina lips pressed against my body, her grool trickling across my skin.