Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... I felt better about the situation. Look on the bright side, for the foreseeable future I had a regular fuck with a hot fortysomething brunette carrying a killer mom bod. How bad could it really be?

I also felt better about having come clean about my thoughts and feelings when Clementina was giving me a blow job next to my mom’s sleeping body. I didn’t know what was going to come of that but at least it was out in the open.

I was intensely curious what that “maybe” from my mother might lead to. My curiosity was piqued even more when I got a text from her about an hour into the plumbing work. It was a picture of her smiling, still wearing the cut off T-shirt she had slept in, but it was pulled up to bare a breast with her

hand was covering her nipple. The text was just one word.

“Maybe.”

The bulge in my shorts returned. I held the camera up and took a shot from above, capturing my smiling face and the tent in my shorts.

“Possibly,” I texted back with the photo.

I got a smiley face and a heart in return.

After prepping the plumbing for the patch, I wanted to let the pipes dry a little, so I wandered back upstairs to the main floor of the house. A few peeks out the windows showed that there was nobody around. It was the perfect time for a little bit of snooping. I figured if Clementina was going to blackmail me for sex, I was going to see if I couldn’t come up with some dirt on her. A tit for a tat. I might still fuck her just for fun, but having ...

... something in my back pocket would make me feel a lot better.

The kitchen was uninteresting, as was the sitting room. The bathroom looked as it had when I had last seen it peeking through the hole in the wall the previous night. Clementina had pretty much left everything as it was when she and I went to my house. The medicine cabinet was uninteresting, not even an interesting pre***********ion. I peered in the tub, expecting to see a sex toy, but was disappointed. I wondered where she had stashed it, then remembered feeling something squirm inside her. Guess that answered that question.

There was one unusual thing about the tub, however. In her haste to head out with me, Clementina hadn’t washed the suds down, and now the dried bath oil residue still clung to the porcelain. But in the bottom of the tub there was a coating of some kind of a clear gelatinous substance. I ran my finger through it then lifted it to my nose. It didn’t have the sort of perfumed fragrance bath oil would have, it was a much more earthy smell with licorice undertones.

It was unusual, but it wasn’t anything that could be used for blackmail. Maybe it was some kind of lube. I shrugged, wiped my finger on my pants and headed upstairs.

My next target was her office. It was in one of the old bedrooms, and was pretty sparse, just a desk and a table with a laptop hooked up to a monitor. I started up the laptop, but couldn’t figure out her password readily, so I quit after a couple of tries. I opened the ...