Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... want to sleep with Clementina, that’s your business. But please don’t piss her off, okay?”

“My business? Or your business?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she said, her eyes narrowing.

“Do you want me to sleep with her, to keep her happy?”

“What? Sleep with her to keep her happy? Wait, is she forcing you to sleep with her?”

I looked at the floor. My mom came forward and hugged me. I didn’t cry, but I felt a lot of emotions.

“Tell me,” she said. So I did. I skipped the part about feeling like something was squirming inside of Clementina and the part about the breast milk, but I didn’t hold back about how I felt looking at my mom while Clementina sucked my cock. My mom and I had always been pretty frank, so once I started talking it all came out.

“So that’s the whole story,” I said, when I had finished. “And if the difference between keeping the house and losing it is me fucking her occasionally, I guess I am okay with it. I mean, I was masturbating over her last night before it got out of hand. I just want you to know she’s doing it. Doing it in secret makes me feel like shit.”

“Thanks, Russel,” she said, and hugged me. “We’ll get through this. I’m not sure how, but we will.”

She gave me another hug, a very long one. She and I had always shared hugs, but there was something different about it. She held me longer. She held me closer. She pressed herself against me.

When we separated our eyes met. She bit her lip as if she wanted to say something. ...

... It was my turn to prompt.

“Out with it,” I said.

“I never thought you felt that way about me,” she replied. “I never knew you noticed me being attractive. You always kept me at arm’s length.”

“You were my mother. I never even allowed myself to think of you sexually.”

She nodded.

“I have done the same as I watched you grow into a nice-looking young man. Has that changed?” she asked.

“I don’t know. So much is going on right now it’s hard to sort things out, but maybe. Do you want it to change?”

“This is happening fast.” she said.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

She looked at me hard. “Maybe,” she said and leaned forward to gave me another hug. When she stepped back I found myself looking over her again, in a new way. Her toned body, her breasts under the cut off T-shirt, the yoga shorts clinging to her hips. I felt a stirring. When I looked up I found that her eyes were focused on the unexpected bulge in my shorts.

Our eyes met, we both blushed.

“Maybe,” my mother said again, then smiled, and added “You should go now.”

I smiled back and our eyes held each other’s for just a second longer. Then I grabbed some joe and bolted to the hardware store before Clementina got up and discovered I hadn’t gotten started yet.

The cellar floor had mostly dried from the previous night’s disaster. I surveyed the wreckage. It could have been a lot worse. I drained the system and cut out the damaged copper. As I worked, I had time to think, and as I did so ...