Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... said into the phone. She was calling my mother. I was definitely going to catch hell when I got home. My arousal deflated.

Clementina continued, and I listened to one side of the conversation. “Something broke when Russel was inspecting my plumbing. My water had to be turned off until he can get to the store in the morning and get what he needs to fix the line. Any chance I can crash in your guest room for the night until he can get the water back on?...Thanks Eva, you’re a peach. We’ll be over in a few.”

She flipped the phone closed. “It’s all settled. No big deal. Give me a few minutes then you can walk me to your house.”

She disappeared up the stairs - towel forgotten and naked body on display - and re-emerged a few minutes later wearing a sports bra and a pair of sweat pants.

My mom was waiting in the front hall when we arrived back home. She and Clementina went to the guest room to make up the bed, and I went straight to the bathroom, not giving my mother a chance to ream me out. I stripped out of my muddy clothes and climbed under the steaming hot shower. It felt incredible. Even in the summer warmth, I had gotten a chill in the cold water in Clementina’s cellar. I stood under the shower until I warmed, then I washed up, making sure to clean the scrapes on my leg thoroughly.

I finally wrapped myself in a towel, and crossed the hallway to my room. My mother and Clementina were still standing in the door of the guest room chatting, so I gave a perfunctory ...

... wave and a “good night” and went into my room. I pulled on a light pair of pajama bottoms and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind.

A knock on my bedroom door. It had to be my mom, coming to rip me a new one.

“Come in,” I said, and sighed. I was right, it was my mom, wearing her usual bedtime outfit of yoga shorts and a cut-off T-shirt.

I was prepared for a dressing down, but instead my mom seemed very calm.

“What happened over there?” she asked.

“What did Clementina tell you?” I responded.

My mom shrugged. “She just said a pipe broke when you inspecting the plumbing. I was just curious if there was anything more to it than that.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. I thought you might just be able to tell me more about what happened. You spend a lot of time over there fixing her house, so I was just curious what it was this time. Russel, you’re acting like something’s the matter. What’s going on?”

Great, I had been acting defensive. Perfect.

“Nothing,” I said. “I’m just pissed off I busted the pipe, and I also did this…” I pulled up my pajama bottoms and showed her my leg.

I had offered my mom a story that wasn’t the whole truth, but it also wasn’t a lie either.

“Ouch, that sucks,” she said. “I appreciate you helping Clementina, I really do. We need to do anything we can to keep her happy. She may be the only thing standing between us and losing the house.”

The way she said “anything we can do ...