Clementina - S02 E02

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Clementina - S02 E02

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 2

The statue was of a woman showing many of the typical phallite- induced features large, milk-swollen breasts, narrow waist, wide hips. The woman's mouth was open and a long, snake-like tongue extended from her lips, hanging down far enough that it stopped Just below her navel. Had she leaned her head forward, she could have easily licked her own vagina.

Even more shocking than the tongue however, was the splayed snatch. She did not have normal labla not even normal by phallite standards instead she had six tentacles sticking outwards and forwards, reaching as if to pull something into gaping maw of the vagina in the center. At the top of circle of tentacles was a swollen clit. The tentacles were almost as long as her legs.

The woman was squatting down, her legs splayed, her vagina seeming to open about six feet above a stone carved platform that was shaped as if it were some sort of a reclining bed or such, where a person could lay down with their head and shoulders elevated. In front of that, there was wide urn or container that was carved from the stone between the statue's knees in front of her. The way the urn was carved left me the impression it was some sort of well and that it went down far below the floor into the

bedrock

"Wow," my mom said. She stepped forward, looking at the statue that dwarfed her. The container underneath the graven woman came up to about my mom's navel. She leaned forward and looked inside.

That's when all hell broke loose.

Something shot out of the liquid that was in the urn and grabbed my mother around the shoulders, pulling her downwards into the urn. The fluid that splashed from the urn wasn't water - it was red - like blood, only thinner. My mother's top half disappeared into the blood-like liquid and her legs flailed in the air as the thing- whatever it was tried to drag her under.

Chaos reined, everyone shouted at once. Ona grabbed one of my mom's legs, Clementina the other, and pulled. I reached down into the bloody fluid, feeling for her shoulders and pulling, but something wouldn't let go. I struck out with my hand, trying to find something to hit, but found none except for a single appendage that was wrapped around my mother's midsection underneath her breasts.

My mother slowly, inexorably disappeared under the red fluid.

I leapt up on the rim of the urn and was about to dive in after her when the red soup erupted out in front of me, my mom rising into the air above the urn, her body covered in the blood-like liquid.

At first I thought she was levitating, then I saw the appendage wrapped around her midsection, hoisting her in the air. Her eyes were closed and her head lolled to the side, unconscious. A trickle of the red fluld ran from the corner of her mouth, her hair was slicked wetly to her skull.

Behind me Ona screamed.

"What is that? WHAT THE LIVING FUCK IS THAT?" she cried, backing away slowly until her back was against the far wall. Clementina and I involuntarily both took a step backwards but remained only a few feet from the un, looking for an opportunity to jump in and pull my mother out from the thing's grasp.

But then a curious thing happened. Instead of doing anything seemingly hostile, the strange reddish tentacle very gently laid my mother down on the stone chaise. My mother lay back, resting her shoulders on the raised portion. She coughed once, and her eyes opened. She looked across the mouth of the un at Clementina and I, standing aghast in the room beyond. Our eyes met, then we both looked at the thing in the urn.

The red appendage reared above the urn, it's tip pointed at my mother. I wished had an ax or a shovel or anything I could use to whack this alien freak that was threatening my mother. But the tentacle lowered itself to the edge of the urn, then softly and slowly slipped up to my mother's feet.

It moved softly, gently, in a fashion that was not in any way menacing. In fact if hadn't seen it drag my mother into the red fluid would wonder if it presented any kind of threat at all. It slipped up her leg and up her stomach, between her breasts, until It's tip hovered before her lips.

Then it very gently, softly, kissed her.

"Well isn't that just the cutest..." Clementina said.

"Cute?" I rejoined. "It just dragged my mother into the drink. I hardly think it was cute."

"Maybe it didn't know and thought it was being threatened. Maybe it overreacted and just realized we weren't hostile. Aw, look, it's adorable."

Soft mewing sounds were emanating from under the red water in the urm. I cautiously approached and looked down into the liquid. It was clear enough that I could see at least six or seven feet down. Beyond that was something large that blocked much of the well, though I couldn't see what it was. But there were at least two more tentacle-like arms slithering around in the liquid, and quite possibly more.

I turned my attention back to my mother. She had lost her bikini and thong in the chaos in the urn. She lay on her back nude, with the tentacle positioned so it climbed up from the bottom of the chaise, ran between her legs, riding up across her small bush and navel, up between her breasts, to her face, where it was softly nuzzling her cheeks and planting kisses on her lips. My mother stroked the length of the thing, running her hands across it's damp, scaly skin like it was her pet. More of the mewing sounds drifted from the urn.

As my mother stroked it, the thing began to pulsate, sliding itself back and forth across her skin, pressing itself between her mountainous, milky, phallite breasts, pushing into the hollow between her thighs and rubbing against her thick labia and clitoris. My mother stroked the creature more, moaning herself in response to the mewing that continued from within the um.

The tip of the tentacle kissed my mother again, and she opened her mouth. The very end of the appendage slipped between her lips. She ran her hands up along the length of it, stroking it as if she were stroking a cock. She leaned her head forward and sucked more of the thing into her mouth.

Ona had moved forward and now stood next to the urn.

"Wow," she said. "I wonder if can get any of that funky action." She lifted one leg over and was into the red fluid before could stop her. A moment later she, too, rose up in the air held by another tentacle, except she was deposited carefully and gently back next to me, and the appendage withdrew to hover over the urn.

"Huh," said. "I guess it's only one customer at a time."

While Ona had been testing the waters, my mother had been

providing fellatio to the first tentacle. I could see the distension of

her neck as she deep-throated the thing. The second appendage

that had handled Ona also slipped into play, sliding up the chaise next to the first, except this one stopped between my mother's legs, hovering outside her slit as if waiting for permission to enter.

My mother looked down at the second tentacle, which ran it's tip up the opening between her labia, then caressed the underside of her thick engorged clitoris that was peeking out from its hood. Slime poured from my mother's pussy and ass, surging with the attentions from the slick appendage. She reached her hand down and pulled her meaty lobes apart, spreading her slick, slime-filled snatch for the creature. The tentacle hesitated for a moment, then slipped inside. She moaned as the member slipped deeper and deeper inside her.

Both tentacles now set up a back and forth motion, sliding in and out of her mouth and her slit in perfect synchronization. My mother closed her eyes and let the creature do the work, surrendering herself to the experience. She moaned around the tentacle that was penetrating her throat as fresh gushes of slime coursed from her snatch, her ass, and her mouth, pouring over her body and the scaled things that were invading her.

Her breasts poured a steady stream of milk as the things worked on her, the liquid dripping from her long, wide, erect nipples atop their engorged, pendulous mounds. My mother moaned again, arching her back as an orgasm overtook her, more slime pouring from every orifice.

"Jesus, that's hot, Clementina said. She pulled off her bikini top and thong, letting her own milky phallite breasts swing free. She leaned her elbows on the edge of the urn, spread her legs and gestured to me. Her ass hovered in the air above her pussy, both pouring out slime, her asshole already gaping in anticipation of what was to come. Clementina reached back and slipped two fingers inside the pink, puckered orifice, stretching it open even wider, the pink crumpled flesh begging to be penetrated.

"Make love to my ass, lover," she said. "Fuck it like you did last night."

Never one to argue with a request like that, especially a request to fuck a perfect phallite ass and the first perfect phallite ass I ever set my eyes on I pushed my swimsuit off and stroked my phallite cock that was already well on its way to being hard just watching my mother. Slime slipped from the gaping tip and rubbed the shaft with the clear goop. Another glob of slime formed in my

throat and I spit it on my palm and rubbed it across my purple,

pulsing cock.

I stretched Clementina's asshole even wider with my fingers. Her pink flesh pushed out in a beautiful pink rose. I almost came before entered her just looking at her slimy ass flesh, but I caught my breath and slid my meat inside of her. Pushing in the entire fifteen inches until my balls pressed against her slimy labia.

Ona was laying on the floor of the chamber. She, too, had ditched her swimsuit and was fingering herself frantically, first with one finger inside, then with two, then her entire hand. She rolled over onto her knees and leaned forward, sliding her entire fist of her left hand inside her slit, and the entire fist of her right hand inside her ass.

I worked my cock in and out of Clementina's ass, her sheath gripping my shaft. I reached around to squeeze her nipples, sending streamers of thick, sweet milk into the red water in the urn. I retched and gagged as I spat out fresh globs of slime from my throat onto Clementina's ass that was shaking and jiggling as I fucked it frantically.

Suddenly felt a shiver run through my body, and as Clementina had predicted a day before, I felt a slither of slime trickle from my asshole. It wasn't what I had expected it was pleasant.

I looked across the urn to my mother. While had been fucking Clementina's ass, another tentacle had emerged from the pool. My mother was now on all fours and had a tentacle in her mouth, a tentacle in her pussy, and a third was hovering over her pink gaping, slightly prolapsed asshole that she was fingering and stretching, begging the thing to penetrate. Slime slid out as the thing circled the outside, teasing my mother, who moaned through the immense appendage that was now deep down her throat, spreading her lips painfully wide. But the look on her face was not one of pain but of ecstasy. Finally the tentacle slipped into her gaped anus and she arched her back again, jiggling her wet, engorged breasts and sending fresh shots of milk squirting across the stone chaise.

The third tentacle joined the first two in the rhythmic pulsing. throbbing and pounding of my mother's body. I could see the distension of her stomach from the ones in her abdomen, and the extreme distension of her throat from the appendage in her mouth. She looked used. She looked hot.

As for me, I was still having my way with Clementina's cavernous

phallite asshole. Slime, grool, and pre-come mixed together in an

unholy potion that poured from her sphincter with every fresh

stroke of my cock into her. I jerked back, pulling out and stretching her sheath out behind her, then plunged back into her bottomless phallite asshole. She leaned back, pressing her back against my chest and forcing my cock hard against the front of her abdomen, distending her stomach. With one hand I reached around and stroked my cock through her skin, with the other squeezed her milk-laden breasts, sending thick streams of milk across the urn

From within the urn two more tentacles emerged. With little hesitation or pause, they made a beeline straight for my mother's asshole, pushing in next to the one that was already in play, squeezing three thick slimy appendages inside and stretching her pink sphincter beyond what would have considered possible. Her sphincter and her anal sheath both stretched out along the length of the tentacles Insanely, impossibly with each stroke of the thing. Her sphincter pulled along the tentacles for three or four inches and her sheath three or four feet. But when my mother moaned, it was a moan of pleasure, not pain. Whatever these things were doing to her, she enjoyed it and wanted it to continue.

Watching her get fucked by this allen creature while my own cock was deep inside Clementina's perfect ass was too much. I felt my balls start to contract and thick globs of my come shot into her. She moaned and turned her head back, kissing me as we came together, sticky waves of semen and slime pouring out of her ass around my cock and running down our legs, We both groaned together.

On the floor beside us, Ona reached her own self-induced climax, leaving puddles of slime on the stone underneath her.

Across the urn, the thing continued to ream out every hole my mom had. She now had three tentacles in her ass, two in her pussy, and one gargantuan appendage down her throat. How she even breathed was a mystery to me. Her tits jiggled and her ass shook.

But even that had to come to an end eventually. With a shudder and a convulsion, my mom came again, the final orgasm in an uncountable string brought on by the beast. Slowly the tentacles began to withdraw, first the three from her ass, then the two from her cunt, and finally the biggest, thickest one from her mouth. The last appendage to pull out gently picked her up and deposited her softly on the other side of the urn, next to the three of us, who were recovering from our own exertions. Finally all six tentacles

withdrew into the well of red fluid within the urm.

Slime and an unknown pink fluid was pouring from my mother's widely gaped ass and slit, and a smaller trickle ran from the corners of her mouth. I grasped her shoulders and looked into her eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She was a little shaky, but she nodded, then smiled.

"I think am more okay than I have ever been in my life," she said. She hugged me, then Clementina, and Ona. "That was fucking Incredible."

Ona stepped forward.

"Let me have a look at you," she said.

"Have a look at her?" I said.

"You might not believe it." Clementina said. "But she's a nurse, though she's not working as one at the moment."

I fought back a sneer that threatened to curl my lip. Ona, the woman who had been responsible for my father's death was a nurse?

"Why aren't you working as one?" my mom asked as Ona put her ear to her back.

Ona listened to my mom's heart and breathing for a moment, before answering.

"At my last position there was a young man who came in. He was homeless and was having trouble breathing. Someone found him on a grate unresponsive. After a bunch of tests it was discovered he had stage 4 lung cancer and was near death. He spent two weeks in the hospital then went to hospice. He was estranged from his family and he had nobody. Despite what you think of me, and despite what I did that caused your father's death - a burden I will carry with me until my dying day I really do care about people, and I want to help them. In his time at the hospital he and I became close. He really was a good guy who had some bad breaks. I started giving him sex when got off shift. The hospital figured it out pretty quickly but looked the other way. Sometimes there's more to nursing than just taking temperatures and giving pills. When he went to hospice continued to visit him there. At the end he wanted to die. His heart was starting to fall, and knew that If he was too excited for too long a period it would probably give out. So I gave him what he wanted... She trailed off.