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Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... were pressing against my knee.

“So,” she said. “About my plumbing…”

I swallowed hard.

“I will be at the hardware store at 7:00,” I said. “You should have water service by 10:00, 11:00 at the latest. Assuming there are no other issues.”

She cocked that eyebrow. “Other issues? I thought you thoroughly inspected my plumbing?”

Not this again.

“Your house is old,” I said. “Things are going to break. I could go over every inch of the house with a microscope, and something still could break tomorrow.”

“Maybe you should have another look at my plumbing,” she said. “A really close inspection. Every inch.” She leaned forward. Her face was inches from mine. Her chest brushed my building erection. Her long braid fell across my bare chest. “I hear the best plumbing inspections are hands on.”

She pressed her chest harder against my building cock under the covers. She slid forward, causing the edge of her aureoles to slide free of the bra. Only the now-hard tips of her nipples against the fabric seams kept her breasts from popping completely free.

Her face was only inches from mine.

I stammered. “Look, Clementina...I…”

“I’d like to know my plumbing is in good order.”

“Please…” I said. “I need to get some sleep.”

She nodded and stood up. “I supposed if my plumbing stopped working, I could just live here. This is a nice house. I am sure I could be happy here if you and your mother had to move for some reason.”

There it was. The threat was out in the ...

... open. I was being blackmailed.

I had been raised with morals, and blackmail for sex was on the no-no list. But under better circumstances I would have loved to have sex with her. Did that change the algebra?

Clementina walked slowly to the door, swinging her hips.

“You know where to find me,” she said. “And you know I’ll win eventually. If not tonight, some other night.”

Then she was gone.

The security of my home for sex – sex with a woman I had been lusting after just a couple hours ago. Was it right? Was it moral?

Right or moral, it was hot, my libido reminded me. She had a mom bod to die for. And the smell of her after-bath body lotion was lingering in the air, teasing me.

I needed to talk to my mother. If she was in on this, I needed to know. If she wasn’t in on this, then she needed to know I was being blackmailed. Either way, I needed to talk to her.

I waited until my erection had come down enough not to be too obvious, then I slipped my bedroom door open and peered into the hallway. Clementina’s door was closed and the hall was empty.

My mom’s door was cracked, so I silently slipped it open and peeked in. In the streetlight coming in from her window I could see her laying there, her chest rising and falling evenly. She was asleep.

How could she sleep so peacefully when her only child was being blackmailed by her next door neighbor and friend?

I had to wake her up, I had to talk to her.

I stepped into the room and approached the foot ...