Clementina - S02 E04

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Clementina - S02 E04

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can get worn down quickly."

"Is that one of those things that make it 'not to simple to recruit male phallite hosts, they get tired too quickly?"

"That's...part of it," she said, twirling her legs in the water.

"Can you tell me the rest of it?"

"I guess owe it to you, don't I?" she said, and sighed, "I'm not sure how to say this."

"Is it really that bad?" asked.

"You know how came home after my phallite died and didn't take on another parasite until Ona put a dark phallite in me? And you know how Ona came home when hers died to take on another? It works that way for women, but not for men." She trailed off.

"So...how does it work for men, then?" I had turned and was looking straight at her as I said that.

"Every man I know of, and every man I have found records of the old journals except one all died when their phallite died."

"What?!?!" I exclaimed. "So die when my phallite dies? How long do they live?"

"Usually eight years, give or take. It depends on the phallite, the host, and how old the phallite was when it entered your body. I'm so sorry Russel, I really am."

"And that one guy, the one who lived, what did he do differently?"

"Nothing that I can see in any records i can find. It seems on the surface like dumb luck. He went through a bunch of them before he died at a really old age, like 140 or something like that."

"So if it doesn't kill me, it makes me stronger."

"Seems like it"

"Then we have eight years to figure out what made that guy survive when all others failed."

"I'm sorry I had to tell you this, and I'm sorry I dragged you into this in the first place," Clementina said. "I look back on that night you came over to fix the plumbing and cringe." came over to fix the plumbing and cringe."

"I know, Clementina. It's not your fault, it's another black mark against Ona. She killed my father and now she may end up killing me."

"Thank you. I will do anything I can in my power to help you. So will Ona, I know. You were saving us when you put yourself in this situation."

I climbed out of the pool. I wanted to talk to my mother. Despite the fact that she was a complete sex fiend tonight, I needed her guidance, her steady hand. She was usually a calming influence.

I walked inside, heading over to the wing where my mother and I made our home. I walked into our living room and came up short. Ona and my mother were on the floor, wrapped in a passionate sixty-nine, slime and milk covered their bodies. They looked up as I came in.

"You can slide in anywhere you feel like it," Ona said, pointing her ass in my direction. My mother put her hands on Ona's hips and cheeks and stretched both her pussy and asshole wide. Gaping chasms of pink beckoned. But even though my phallite poked me, I wasn't in the mood and only felt the slightest stirrings in my cock.

I shook my head.

"Jesus mom, you're a fucking tornado tonight. Wow. Anyway, when you guys are done, I need to talk to you. I'll be in my room"

I climbed the stairs to my room in the attic, stripped off my bathing suit and turned on the shower hot as I could stand. I let the water run over me for a long time before finally got to work with the soap, washing off the dried mixture of semen, slime, and milk that still coated much of my body. I rinsed, dried myself with a towel, then lay down on the bed in a pair of pajama bottoms, trying to stay awake until my mother came up to talk.

I didn't have long to wait. She appeared about ten minutes later.

"Are you planning on putting on any clothes or are you going to just walk around the rest of the day naked?" I snapped.

"It's after 9:00, so there's not much of the day left. No use getting any clothes dirty at this point is there?" she shot back tartly, crossing her arms over her chest and squinting at me.

"Sorry." I sighed. "I just...ugh."

"What's the matter?" she asked, sitting next to me on the bed.

I filled her in on what Clementina said about men and phallites.

"Oh, shit," she said softly when I had finished. "That's rough. But look, don't panic. We've got eight years to figure this out. There are all those journals that we still haven't gone through, plus we can look into this one guy who survived. There has to be a solution somewhere. I know Clementina and Ona will do what they can they are so grateful we saved them. We can get through this, I promise.

She sat on the bed next to me and I cried onto her shoulder.

"Shhh," she said. "It's going to be okay. I promise."

We disconnected and I lay back on the bed.

"Do you want a massage?" she asked, running her hand up and down my stomach and chest. "I can make it good for you."

I shook my head.

"Mom, any other night I would say yes, but tonight I'm just not in the mood for any more sex. I am exhausted, so I think I am going to turn in and try to get some sleep."

She nodded and kissed me on the forehead.

"Sleep tight, and if you change your mind, just let me know. You don't even have to ask for permission, just come down and take what you need. She winked, stood up, and swayed her hips as she walked to the door, letting her sheaths slip out and sway behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see if I had been watching, then smiled as she left. I listened as her footsteps padded down the steps from the attic, closing the door at the bottom.

Even with that display, still didn't feel like sex. I just felt like sleep.

I rolled over, flicked off the light, and tried to go to sleep. was so tired, should have dropped off right away, but instead my mind whirled. Thoughts of my impending demise, of the tentacle monster in the cave, of my mother's insatiability since she had been fucked by said tentacle monster, and my own absolute exhaustion. I was scared, disturbed, and I didn't know what to make of my situation. Eventually, fear gave way to boredom, which gave way to that invitation my mom had made as she walked out of my room an hour before.

Out of pure frustration threw off the sheets, tossed off my pajama bottoms, and padded down the stairs naked, my fifteen Inches hard and ready in front of me, dribbling slime and pre-come from the tip. My mother had just come out of the tub and was wrapped in a towel. She smiled when she saw me come in.

She must have seen the look in my eye because she didn't even bother to ask if I wanted that massage. She just tossed the towel aside and climbed onto her bed, perching on the edge on all fours and pointing her pink, perfect asshole at me. She didn't need to say anything more

I didn't waste any time. Her asshole was gaping and trickling slime, and just underneath it her cunt was hanging wide open. My purple, throbbing cock was pointed skyward with my own slime trickling down the shaft. I used my thumbs to force open my mother's already gaping asshole. Pink flesh pushed out. I planted my lips around it and sucked her ass flesh into my mouth, licking and sucking more of the crumpled flesh from inside. I leaned back and pushed my meat inside of her, sliding all fifteen inches into her waiting, puckered pink, gaped asshole. Slime sluiced out around my cock as I forced into the sphincter. My mom moaned.

I leaned forward, roughly squeezing her milk-engorged breasts, running my hands over her stomach and feeling my cock inside her. Slime rose in my mouth. I pulled out a few inches, spat the slime on my already slime-covered cock and slid it back in.

I picked up the pace. I wasn't going for technique, I was going just for a good, hard fuck. My balls slammed against the thick labia around her slimy slit. More slime slid from her asshole with every stroke of my cock into her walting cavern. Slime poured from my mouth and ran down my chin and my chest, and still more slipped from my asshole.

Every time I stroked out of my mother's ass, her sheath clung to my cock, sliding out along my meat as I pounded in and out of her anus

I leaned my head back and pushed myself harder.

Around my cock I felt my mother climax and a fresh wave of slime poured from all three of her holes, but I didn't slow down. Instead, I pulled all the

way out, and sild all the way back in repeatedly re-penetrating

her puckered asshole again and again, stretching her sheath far behind her.

I felt her back arch as another orgasm washed over her, her ass flesh coming further and further out of her with each stroke.