Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

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It was five-thirty when we finally emerged from the shower. My mom went down to her room and bathroom on the second floor to get ready. I thought about the “come naked” part of the directive from Ona and considered going that route, but decided against it. Instead I pulled on a camo swimsuit and a Hawaiian shirt then followed my mom downstairs. She was in her room digging through her boxes and suitcases.

“I don’t have any swimsuits that match my, um, new body type,” she said.

I reminded her of the “come naked” part of the invite. She wagged a finger and put it to my lips.

“Hush,” my mom said, smiling. Finally she gave up and went with a tiny spaghetti-strap sundress that definitely was not made for her current body shape, but once she got in it looked incredibly hot and revealing.

“That’s not a swimsuit,” I said.

“Anything is a swimsuit if you wear it into a pool,” she shot back and flashed her tits at me.

She disappeared into her bathroom and spent the next twenty minutes diddling with her hair and makeup. I lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling, wondering at the insanity of the past month, and how we got here. Standing up, I walked over to the window and peered out. Clementina and Ona were already out on the patio by the pool, an unopened bottle of wine and four glasses sitting next to them. Ona hadn’t bothered to put her bikini top back on, and sat in just her thong. Clementina was mildly more modest in a thin pale blue one-piece ...

... that I was sure would turn invisible when wet – if it didn’t come off before she hit the water.

Finally my mom came out and announced she was ready. She took my arm and we made our way down to the pool.

Ona and Clementina both rose as we entered. This was our first real relaxed social gathering with the sisters, and I was a little unsure how this was going to shake out, but they took the lead. Ona reached out and embraced me, pressing her body against mine, her chest against my chest. She pressed her lips against mine, giving me a long, deep kiss. She disengaged for a second, then went in for seconds, slipping her tongue into mine.

I reached around and grabbed her ass, stretching her cheeks apart, feeling the slime that was trickling from her asshole. My cock stirred in my trunks.

Clementina and my mother were engaged in a similar slow hug. They disengaged and we switched partners. I hadn’t had a soul kiss from Clementina since our fuck in the guest room that night, but I definitely liked the light phallite Clementina’s kiss better than the dark phallite Clementina. Our hands wandered around each others bodies as our tongues intertwined. When we finally pulled apart I noticed that I had been right about her swimsuit – the crotch of the suit was coated with slime and had turned nearly transparent, revealing her slit and substantial labia. My mom’s sundress was pretty much off her top half by now and Clementina had unbuttoned my shirt, so I was bare-chested. And the ...