Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... desk drawers, finding mostly old bills, deeds, useless junk. I found a couple of old photo albums full of pictures of people I didn’t know – but nothing incriminating.

I walked across the hall to her bedroom, which was also pretty simple, just a chest, a bureau, a small closet, and a queen size bed. She had some sexy lingerie. I thought about rubbing out a load into her underwear draw but decided not to, since it would probably only encourage her. The nightstand held a couple of erotic novels and two different models of vibrator (among other things), but nothing too outlandish – or so I thought. Hidden underneath everything else, however, was a large key.

The key was ornate and looked like it had to be at least a hundred years old. It was about nine or ten inches long and had scroll work carved into the shaft. It was a simple enough shape, one I could duplicate back home in my basement workshop if I had a need to do so.

I took it to the office and took some photos of it next to a ruler so I had the right measurements. I wasn’t sure why, and I doubted I would really have a need for it. But if I ever happened to find the lock it fit, it might provide me some of that blackmail material I had been hoping for.

When I was done, I returned it to her drawer as another text came in from my mother. It was a picture of her standing in the bathroom. Her top was off, her breasts free, the nipples hard, pointed, looking so tasty.

“Definitely maybe…”

I took another ...

... tented shorts shot to send to her, this time I had my other hand on my bulging erection.

For the moment, my thoughts about Clementina were pushed aside in favor of thoughts about my mother. Where was this going? Was this something I should do? And if this was going where it seemed to be, did I have the stamina to keep both my mother and Clementina happy?

So many questions. My mind spun. The best way to fix that was to get to work.

I went back down to the cellar and tackled the pipes. I had done a lot of damage when I fell, and I had to make another trip to Home Depot for supplies before the job was done. Not long after my fishing expedition through her private possessions, Clementina arrived home. I could hear her upstairs moving around.

It was late afternoon before I finally flipped the water back on. I crawled through the crawlspaces to the different chambers of the cellar checking all the pipes to make sure there were no issues. In the farthest, most remote chamber of the cellar, there was a very slow leak. It was barely a drip. It would require another pipe replacement at some point, but it was slow enough now that I could do a temporary fix for the time being and do the full replacement later on. Above all else, I wanted Clementina out of my house, and that meant getting the water back on.

The main cut off was in one chamber, and my tools were in another, so it was several minutes of crawling around the crawlspaces before I made it back to the chamber with the ...