Clementina - S02 E03

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Clementina - S02 E03

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 3

"Ona fucked him to death," Clementina said, finishing what Ona couldn't. "It was an act of love and compassion. He died happy, but the crushing grief after made her take a sabbatical from her work. Her light phallite was already getting old, and the emotional toll pushed it over the edge."

"Is that when you came back and became a black queen?" I asked.

Ona nodded. "I wasn't in my right mind. I was crushed and wanted something to make me feel different. Edging with a dark phallite was a new experience. For awhile I could feel different. But then things got out of control."

She looked down, then turned back to looking over my mother. The conversation trailed off into silence and my anger and resentment towards Ona over my father's death subsided a little. even felt sympathy for her.

Ona declared my mother healthy, and we all stood up and headed towards the door.

Before we left the chamber, I turned one final time and looked up at the statue, the woman with the phallite-induced body, the preternaturally long tongue, and the gaping tentacle cunt. Something about it suddenly bothered me, though I couldn't put my finger on it.

In the back of my mind I counted. There were six tentacles around the vagina of the statue. And there were six tentacles that came out of the water and penetrated my mother. I glanced over at her, but she seemed to have recovered. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I kept my discomfort to myself.

We slowly made our way back out of the chamber with the long tongued statue back into the rear chamber, which we would forevermore call the nexus chamber, then back up to the barn and home.

The sun was sinking in the west as we made our way back to the house, tired out from our explorations in the caves. Nobody said anything, think we all were still processing what had just happened. I was still feeling pensive and uncomfortable about the statue and about watching my mother have all three holes reamed out by some bizarre tentacle monster. I kept glancing over surreptitiously at my mother. She had lost her suit in the scuffle in the well, and was naked as she walked down the path in the late afternoon sunlight. But she looked just like she had that morning, and like she had ever since she took the phallite on and adopted the usual phallite female body large, heavy, milk-laden breasts; wide aureoles and long nipples; thin waist, wide flared hips, thick labia, heavy clitoris, and slightly gaped vagina and ass. In her case, being a gym rat, she coupled that with toned muscles that meant she had fewer curves than Clementina or Ona, but she was not the lithe woman she had been before she took on a phallite.

But she looked just like she had before she had gone into the caves that day, there was nothing outwardly changed about her. Still, some internal radar maybe my phallite detected something about her that left me nervous.

We returned to the house and Clementina and Ona went inside, but my mother and hopped into the pool for a dip. After swimming around a little, my mother came next to me where stood leaning against the side of the pool.

"So how was your night out with Clementina?" she asked. She asked so casually, so normally, as if she hadn't just taken three huge tentacles up her ass courtesy of the friendly cave monster from hell.

"It was nice," I said, trying to match casual with casual. "We had a nice dinner, then went back to the hotel and had an incredible night."

"Do you feel more attached to her now?" she asked. noticed she didn't use the "L" word.

"I do, I really adore her," I said. "But nowhere near as much as I adore my mother."

I meant it as a casual throwaway complement, and followed it up with a peck on my mother's cheek. I hadn't expected anything to come from it, especially since we had expended all that libido in the cave. But my peck on the cheek was followed by a full kiss on the lips from my mother. She positioned herself in front of me, pressing her heavy, firm breasts against my chest, then kissed me again, even harder, forcing her tongue into my mouth.

I pulled back slightly, and she looked at me quizzically.

"Aren't you at least a little worn out after taking six tentacles inside you just a few minutes ago?" I asked. Your asshole was insanely stretched both in terms of gaping width and in terms of how it was pulled out along the thing's tentacles. I would think you would

be sore as hell right now." be sore as hell right now."

"No, not at all," she said. "I feel great. I think I'm hornier than I was before."

She reached down into the water and pushed my swimtrunks down to my feet, then began running her hands along my cock, stroking it. No man with a phallite on board can keep his cock soft when a woman with a phallite on board starts rubbing it. And was no exception. Even though I was still troubled by my mother's behavior and disturbed by the whole set of events in the cave, my cock had a mind of its own, and a moment later I was at full attention, standing out over a foot. My mother pressed her body against mine, pushing my cock against her stomach and up into the cleavage between her breasts. She squeezed the milk-heavy globes together, squishing my cock between them as the first surge of slime squirted from the tip, and creamy golden, licorice tinged milk trickled from her long brown nipples into the water.

My nervousness slipped away, overcome by the surge of desire that raced through me. I bent down, running my tongue over her wide, pebbled aureole and sucking the long, brown nipple into my mouth. The sweet, intoxicating milk flowed across my tongue and I swallowed greedily, sucking another mouthful and carrying it up to my mother, where I passed it to her when we kissed, some of it trickling down our chins. I bent back over, squeezing the other breast, squishy with the milk inside. I pointed the nipple at my mouth and squeezed, spraying some into my mouth, some across my face. My mother pulled my face into one of her breasts and I suckled greedily as she dribbled a streamer of slime from her lips across her other mound and massaged it, squirting milk across my shoulders.

She lifted her body up and slipped her gaped slit down, devouring my waiting cock. Her motions immediately becane passionate and frantic. My back was pressed against the side of the pool and she held onto the lip and pressed her knees and feet against the side as she pushed her body up and down my shaft. Thick slime oozed from the tip of my cock Into her cunt, mixing with her own and adding even more lubrication as the flesh of my cock rubbed against the walls of her slit.

She pushed herself all the way down on my cock and I felt her thick lobes pressed against the base, her hard clit pressing against my abdomen above my member. I squeezed her breasts as I felt my cock tighten and the first salvo of juice shoot inside her.

My mother leaned forward and hugged herself against me as our orgasms ran their course, my seed filling up her pink, deep, waiting pussy. I leaned back against the side of the pool and closed my eyes. I felt like my very life was draining out of me as my semen surged into my mother's body.

My mother kissed me on the lips.

"Did mommy do good?" she asked.

"Mommy is always the best," said, kissing her back. She pulled herself off my flagging, erection and hopped up onto the deck nimbly, while still lingered in the pool.

"Are you coming in?" she asked. "There's more where that came from if you want it."

"I'll be in eventually," replied. "But think I'm done with fucking for now.

"If you change your mind you know where to find me." She winked and disappeared into the house.

I leaned my head back against the side of the pool and closed my eyes as the setting sun turned the back of the house burnt orange. The past 24 hours I had done nothing but fuck. Even with a phallite, I was worn out. Even more worn out than I would have thought I should be. And that last quickie with my mother had been the last straw, I was done,

The back of the house opened and Clementina came out. She was still in the thong bikini she had worn into the caves earlier.

As she approached looked at her, noticing how beautiful and desirable she was with her curvy, sultry phallite body. But hoped she wasn't looking for any hanky-panky because was just about spent.

She sat on the edge of the pool next to wear I sat, dangling her feet in the water.

"Hey, lover," she said.

"Hey yourself," I replied.

"You look beat," she said, looking me in the eyes. "I think we wore you out.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I can barely stay awake."

"You need to be careful with that phallite in you. Men especially can get worn down quickly."