Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... were sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee, my mom in her usual sleepwear of cut-off T-shirt and yoga shorts, Clementina in a robe she borrowed from my mom. I grabbed a cup and sat down.

There was a moment of somewhat awkward silence, then Clementina put her hand on my arm.

“Russel,” she said. “I am so sorry for what I did to you, what I forced you to do, and what you had to do to save me. That wasn’t me, it was those monsters, and I am sorry.”

“It’s okay, Clementina,” I said, then smiled. Hoping to lighten the mood, I added, “If it hadn’t been forced, the sex would have been great, right Mom?”

My mother chided me.

“Russel!” she said, and I realized that I had committed a faux pas.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “That was crass and insensitive. Please forgive me. And I apologize for being a peeping tom.”

Clementina nodded and put her hand on my arm.

“These are difficult circumstances,” she said. Our eyes met for a moment, then she looked away. I couldn’t help but notice the blush that crept up her chest above the robe that was open just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage.

Looking to change the topic quickly. “Can you tell us what happened?” I asked.

Clementina sighed, nodded.

“How much have you read from the journals?” she asked.

My mother piped up. “Only about enough to save you,” she said.

Clementina nodded. “There’s so much to tell. Where to begin. When my great-grandfather was adding the final wing on the house, they discovered the ...

... chambers you found. They had been there for centuries and were full of these friendly little cream-colored parasites. Apparently the Native Americans knew of them, and the Norse also were aware of them, encountering the caves during one of their ancient forays into North America. We don’t know who put the statues down there, we just know they are old.

“We lived with the creatures near us for many years, but most of my family didn’t take any of them on as hosts. A few did, but having family members with extreme sexual characteristics tended to make the relatives uncomfortable. So generally we frowned on it.

“When I was young, I was curious and rebellious, so I took on a cream colored phallite. For a few years I was quite the wild child. But eventually my parasite died when I was in my early 30s, and I settled down. By that point, we were considering selling the farm, and someone had to stay behind to keep an eye on the phallites. Since I was the one who had taken on a parasite earlier in life, the task fell on me. I have fought the temptation to allow another cream colored phallite inside of me since mine died. I was raised on a farm with certain values, and despite my wild period, I guess I am still a little old fashioned.

“You are probably wondering where the dark creatures came from. My uncle was a geneticist. He thought he could improve the phallites by making them more social, so he became obsessed with the idea of crossing the light phallites with social insects. ...