Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... leak. I had a fast-acting epoxy that I coated the leak with, let dry, and again had to crawl back to the main chamber, turn on the water, and then crawl back to where the leak was to check it out.

The pipes in Clementina’s house were loud. They creaked and groaned when I turned the water back on, and their complaints followed me as I made my way back to the leak. Good news, it was holding. My job was done.

I was tired, having been squirming around the crawlspaces of Clementina’s basement for over eight hours. My shoulders and back were sore, and I wasn’t looking forward to the long crawl back to the main entrance. I leaned back against the wall, glad to be done. I checked my phone, and to my surprise, discovered I still had two bars of signal, so I texted Clementina to let her know she had water, then I texted my mom to let her know I would be home shortly.

My mom sent me a smiley, a thumbs up, and a heart in response. Followed by a separate text with a boob shot and just two words. “Most likely”.

My heart made a tiny leap into my throat. Those thoughts I had when looking at my mother while Clementina was sucking my cock roared back. How would I feel if instead of Clementina wrapped around my knob, it had been my mother? My answer came from the stirring in my pants.

I let my mind wander for a moment, imagined my mother’s tight, firm body against mine, the taste of her skin, the smell of her body oils (and her sweat). I wondered what it felt like inside ...

... her.

I was almost to full attention. My cock was pressed against my tenting shorts. I realized I wanted my mother far more than I wanted Clementina. I thought of sliding my cock between my mother’s thighs as she clutched my shoulders.

My hand made it’s way down to the front of my shorts and I absently stroked. Then I stopped. The last time I had jerked off in Clementina’s basement had been a disaster, maybe I was being superstitious but I wasn’t going to take a chance.

I sat in the chamber for a few more minutes, letting my ardor cool some, just listening to the house around me, the creaking of the pipes, the occasional scuttling of a rodent around the basement.

Barely perceptible, I thought I heard a very, very distant woman’s voice.

I started. What the hell was that? The sound had come from a distance. Was it outside? Was it somewhere else in the house? I perked up my ears and strained to hear.

Again, very faintly, it came again. Across from the crawlspace was another very small crawlspace that led up to the edge of the foundation. The space was just a jumble of rocks with a couple of feet between the stones and the beams above. The sound seemed to be coming from the rock pile.

It came again. It wasn’t just a scream, there were words as well, but I couldn’t make them out..

I approached the rocks and leaned partially into the crawlspace and listened. Nothing. Standing near the foundation I heard a bird tweet outside and a truck’s horn sound out on the distant ...