Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... had developed a bond with the little dude.

“Might as well be me,” I said.

“Well take good notes,” my mom replied. “Maybe I will try one someday.” I looked at her and smiled, trying to picture her with large, milky breasts, wide hips, long labia. My cock stirred.

She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips, her breasts touching my chest, her hips brushing my cock, which she gave a quick stroke. She held the kiss and the stroke for a moment then pulled back.

“For luck,” she said, and winked.

I put my hand down in the bucket and the light phallite crawled up my arm and onto my shoulder. He nibbled my ear, then leaned forward and bumped my lips.

“Here goes,” I said, and opened my mouth.

After my experience with dark phallite I had expected something unpleasant. But it was just about painless. In a second he was gone. I have no idea how he made his way from my throat to running loose inside my body without doing me grave harm, but he did, because I quickly felt the creature move downwards inside me, past my ribcage, past my stomach, and settle down near my cock.

My mother and I looked at each other, and I shrugged.

“That was strange,” I started. “But I don’t feel anything diff-”

I froze. A surge of chemicals shot through my body – adrenaline, testosterone, serotonin, who knows what else. I was engulfed by a sense of peace, calm, and love, but also a sense of desire. I felt my cock stir and I looked down.

My cock was rock hard. The blue veins ...

... along the side pulsated and seemed to grow thicker and wider, spidering around my cock like a corkscrew. For a moment I became worried they were going to burst, but their growth stopped and instead my cock began to grow to match the veins. First the head thickened, expanding outward, until I looked like I had a purple-tipped mushroom on a pink veiny stem. The aperture at the tip stretched gaped, dribbling something – slime? - in globs that slipped down the shaft. Then the shaft itself stretched outward and grew in both length and girth.

I squeezed a drop of the clear fluid from my cock and lifted it to my nose. Licorice. Slime, definitely slime. I didn’t know if I was producing it or the creature was producing it, but either way, I had slime dribbling from my cock. That both turned me on and horrified me all at once. My mother bent down and licked some of the slime from the cock head.

The pink-purple flesh of the shaft was growing – seeming almost to squirm as it expanded, thicker, wider, pulsating with a life of its own. When the growth was finished, I estimated I was around 14 inches long with a monstrous pink-purple head at the tip.

My mother was watching this and was pretty clearly turned on. If the situation hadn’t been so serious, and if there weren’t lives possibly at stake, I think she would have swallowed the other white phallite right there.

“Wow, my turn later,” she said, still staring at the monster cock that was sticking out from between my legs. Then ...