Clementina - S02 E13

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Clementina - S02 E13

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 13

"Go make us food," I ordered. She nodded, smiled, and headed inside. My mom followed her and I started to head in as well but Clementina put a hand on my arm.

"Russel," she said. "Do you have a minute to chat, just the two of us? It will take Ona a little bit to prep the food, we have a couple minutes, can we talk?"

"Sure, Clementina," I said. I met her eyes, she had an odd look in them. "What do we need to talk about?"

"Us," Clementina said, gesturing towards one of the deck chairs as she sat down.

"Us?" I asked as we took our seats.

"Yes, us," Clementina said, looking downwards, brushing some random lint from between her breasts then staring off in the distance, across the fields beyond the pool. "Wow, this is tough. Um, well, I mean, there's a difference between making love and fucking."

"Right..." said. "Go on."

"What I'm trying to say is that when you and I have sex, we're just fucking. When I have sex with your mom or Ona, we're making love. When you touch your mom, I can tell you're making love. But when you touch me, we're just fucking. Do you understand what I'm saying."

I leaned back in my chair.

"I do understand," I said.

"And am responsible for that," Clementina continued before I could add anything further. "When I led you on that night you came over to fix the pipes, I made it as obvious and inviting as possible for you to spy on me. Then the first time we had actual sex it was because blackmailed you. The next time was in the tub when you were driving the dark phallite from my body. Then you and I drove the dark phallite out of Ona. Then just a few minutes ago, I could tell, you were just fucking me, there was no love or passion in it. And there shouldn't be, because treated you like shit when was under the influence of the dark phallite and I have done nothing to redress that."

"Clementina, that's not true," said. "You have given us a home when we were at risk of being foreclosed. You agreed to my request to put up a monument. am so grateful to you. And you are an incredible lay, when we do have sex."

"Then why is it you just fuck me, not make love to me like you do your mother?"

"She's my mother, I love her. Are you saying I should love you like ! love her?

"No but I would like there to be some connection between us, and right now feel nothing from you."

She was right. I felt little emotional attachment to her. Honestly, I considered her more an acquaintance than a friend. That was wrong. We had been through too much together for me to have that attitude.

"Clementina, I'm sorry. You're right." I said.

"You shouldn't be sorry," she said. "I haven't given you any reason to feel any way towards me except hesitance and skepticism. You probably are still expecting the other shoe to drop regarding your living situation, right?"

I had to nod.

"Yes, I am, truthfully," I said.

Clementina leaned forward. Several wet strands of her long dark hair had come free of the band holding her ponytail in place and fell forward over her shoulders and her bare breasts. She put her hand on my arm.

"I want to show you I am sincere," she said. "Let's go on a date."

"A date?" I said, laughing. "I've already fucked you in every serviceable hole, it's kind of late for a date."

She laughed, then slapped my hand lightly.

"No, mean it," she giggled. "Let's have a romantic dinner somewhere, get to actually know each other, then we can make love, lust you and I. Maybe even get a hotel room. And I mean make real love, like you make to someone you truly care about.. How does that sound?"

I had to admit, it sounded good. I said so.

"But what about Ona?" I asked.

"What about her?" Clementina countered.

"You and your sister are lovers. You're in love. Does that change things?"

"Not at all. still love my sister more than anyone else. But that doesn't mean don't love your mother too. She is a beautiful strong woman and I adore her. And adore you, saw such strength and courage in the face of the dark phallites that I can't help but admire you. And I want you to feel something towards me more than another ass in your harem."

"You ladies are not my harem," I said. "I'm just the only guy around here with a phallite. You could recruit any other man you want - and they would probably take one on willingly once they had a good look at the three of you."

"It's not that simple...

Clementina said and trailed off.

"What do you mean?" I asked, but she waved me off.

"It's just not, trust me. That is a discussion for another time, right now we are talking about you and I. When is our date?"

We decided to go to an Italian restaurant the following evening. and retire to a nearby Hyatt for the night afterwards. Our impending date dominated the dinner conversation, and while I had anticipated a negative reaction from Ona, none was received.

The next day I had chores and repairs to do around the house. I spent the morning pounding, hammering, sawing, and making fixes here and there. I didn't see much of Clementina as she, my mom, and Ona had gone out to run some errands and do some shopping. I had the place to myself. I wrapped up my chores mid- afternoon, had a bite to eat and lay down for a nap, expecting a long night ahead of me.

I was awakened by three women standing around my bed, shopping bags in hand.

"We picked out what we are wearing tonight!" Clementina "We picked out what we are wearing tonight!" Clementina announced:

"WE picked out? WE are wearing?" said, playing the grump after being rudely awakened.

"Yes!" exclaimed my mother. She pulled out a pair of soft gray khakis and a faded, blue button down shirt from a bag. "Voila! Wear this, shoes, and nothing else!"

"Um," I said. "With the phallite onboard, I'm not sure having me go commando in public is a good idea."

"Tonight it is," said Clementina.

"So what are YOU wearing?" said, trying to keep the grumpy sneer out of my voice and mostly succeeding. Mostly.

"This!" Ona jumped in and pulled out an outfit that made me catch my breath. It was a red, filmy silk dress. It had spaghetti straps that reached well below the shoulders, and the strips that covered the breasts were only a couple inches wide, plunging deep to the waist. There was no way those little strips would completely cover Clementina's wide aureoles. The back was bare to the waist, and deep slits ran up the front and sides of the dress, almost meeting the waist. Anyone wearing that dress without anything underneath would be showing a lot to the world every time she moved.

My eyes were as big as saucers as I mentally placed Clementina in the dress.

"You like?" she asked tentatively.

"I fucking love it," I croaked, finding my mouth unexpectedly dry.

"And nothing else but shoes!" Ona interjected.

"Wow," I murmured. I could feel my phallite-laden cock stir in my shorts.

"How about a quickie before dinner?" I asked.

"Save it for later," Clementina said, blowing a kiss my way.

Chattering, the three of them exited my room and was left staring at the ceiling. This was going to be quite a night.

We arrived at the restaurant at 7:00. Clementina looked unbelievable. Clementina had the typical female phallite body - large breasts, big nipples, narrow waist, wide hips. A perfect mom body. The top of the red dress she wore was completely unable to cover her wide pebbly aureoles, and the edges peeked out the sides.

Every step she took, the dress billowed, showing the world her tidy little bush and long, pink-brown labia. As for myself, Clementina insisted I wear my shirt untucked and only have the bottom two buttons buttoned, so I was showing some skin myself.