Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... repairs, so anytime anything in the ancient mansion went south, she had to call someone. And ever since we had moved in a little over a year ago, that someone had been us.

Actually, initially it had been my father and I together. We probably were over there at least once a week about something. But now my father was gone. One day he simply didn’t come home from work. Coincidentally, his administrative assistant also disappeared. Turns out there had been rumors of an affair swirling around the office for months. The police did a perfunctory check, but didn’t try too hard to find him. Where ever he went, he and his girlfriend didn’t want to be found.

I had never been that close to my father, he was a workaholic with little time for his family. I was sad, and I was still grieving his loss just a month since his disappearance, but I was surprised (and a little disturbed) about how little it bothered me.

When he disappeared, we were a little worried whether we were going to lose the house. My folks had put about half the cost as a down payment, but the mortgage was a little tight for just my mom’s and my income (I had a job at the university bookstore). But we were squeaking by, and Clementina occasionally tossed a little money our way when things got too close for comfort.

Really, Clementina was a comfortably well-off, nice but odd lady living in an old house by herself. But underneath it, she seemed like a genuinely kind person, and my mom and I had grown fond of ...

... her in the month since my father had disappeared.

She also was very…well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves...

Anyway, and unfortunately, all this meant I was the guy to go over and fix things when they broke. Which they did, with regularity.

Shortly after the phone call, my mom came into the room to say goodnight. Our games tended to slow down the moment my mom wandered into the camera view because I was either the lucky one or the the unlucky one – depending on how you looked at it – to have an attractive mother. Like Clementina, she was in her forties. My mom still worked out and was fit, trim, svelte. Though she never said it, I think she liked the attention she always got from my buddies. It was never anything inappropriate, but everybody looked at her. And tonight she was wearing her bedtime gear of yoga shorts and a cut-off T-shirt. I don’t think she was wearing a bra, and when she bent over to kiss my forehead, she probably gave the guys on camera quite the view of her ass and possibly a shot up her shirt.

I shrugged, by now I was use to these shenanigans. Despite that, she was a good mother, a good provider, and someone I knew I could always talk to about anything. If she wanted to show the world her tits, that was her business.

Once she left, my game continued until around 11:30. Afterwards, I grabbed a flashlight and headed over to Clementina’s.

The night was warm and I enjoyed the short walk up the long driveway to the old mansion. The lone bulb by ...