Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... him...he said he could fix it tonight...yes...I bet he’s got a huge cock, doesn’t he?...yes, I’m wet just thinking about it...I wish I could feel it inside me...thanks again for sending him Eva...good night.”

Eva? My mother? My mom and I had some pretty frank conversations, but never anything like that. What the fuck?

I didn’t know if that was real or not, or if that was my mother or not. I was confused.

But either way, Clementina was naked and horny, and I was on her mind. So if she was going to masturbate thinking about me, I was going to watch. And if I could figure out a way to get inside those lobes of hers, or that ass or hers, I was going to take it.

Clementina put the phone away, and almost as if sensing someone was watching her, she ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and slipped a finger into her slit. She spread her legs and slid her hands up to her breasts, cupping them, caressing them, squeezing the tips of the nipples, squeezing them again, and again. She lifted them up to her mouth and suckled for a moment, then gave them another squeeze.

I thin, white, stream oozed from the tip. Holy Christ. She had never had kids, but she was lactating somehow. This whole thing didn’t make sense. But – fuck – it was hot.

I had been hard, but now I felt like I was about to explode. Pre-come was dripping from the tip of my pulsating cock down into the dirty mud of the crawlspace. I had been stroking my cock slowly, now I picked up the intensity. The ...

... dribble of white milk from Clementina’s breasts dripped off the tip and slipped down between her legs, trickling across the lobes. She massaged her labia, pulling back the hood of her clit and stroking the underside like a tiny cock.

My balls were tightening but I didn’t want to come yet, so I paused, edging myself back from the impending climax. My knees were weak and I was afraid I might lose my footing on the edge of the crawlspace, but I was more afraid I would miss the show, so I dug the toes of my shoes into the rocky dirt and braced myself between the walls with my arms.

In front of me, Clementina slowed her stroking and stood up. She stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water. Though I could see into the tub, and her breasts still stood out above the waterline, her lower half was concealed by the bubbles and the bath oils.

Her nipples were still trickling out the white fluid without any additional coaxing from her, but the milk had taken on a slightly pinkish tinge.

Clementina’s right arm began to move as she massaged herself under the water. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and her dark braid was cascading over her shoulders and between her breasts. She moaned and her arm moved faster and faster.

My own arm moved faster and faster as I knew I was about to unload. I stared at her chest, her nipples hard, the slow trickle of pink continuing. The water was working into a froth with her frantic stroking. I wished I could see under the ...