Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... the lithe woman she had been before she took on a phallite.

But she looked just like she had before she had gone into the caves that day, there was nothing outwardly changed about her. Still, some internal radar – maybe my phallite – detected something about her that left me nervous.

We returned to the house and Clementina and Ona went inside, but my mother and I hopped into the pool for a dip. After swimming around a little, my mother came next to me where I stood leaning against the side of the pool.

“So how was your night out with Clementina?” she asked. She asked so casually, so normally, as if she hadn’t just taken three huge tentacles up her ass courtesy of the friendly cave monster from hell.

“It was nice,” I said, trying to match casual with casual. “We had a nice dinner, then went back to the hotel and had an incredible night.”

“Do you feel more attached to her now?” she asked. I noticed she didn’t use the “L” word.

“I do, I really adore her,” I said. “But nowhere near as much as I adore my mother.”

I meant it as a casual throwaway complement, and followed it up with a peck on my mother’s cheek. I hadn’t expected anything to come from it, especially since we had expended all that libido in the cave. But my peck on the cheek was followed by a full kiss on the lips from my mother. She positioned herself in front of me, pressing her heavy, firm breasts against my chest, then kissed me again, even harder, forcing her tongue into my mouth.

I ...

... pulled back slightly, and she looked at me quizzically.

“Aren’t you at least a little worn out after taking six tentacles inside you just a few minutes ago?” I asked. “Your asshole was insanely stretched – both in terms of gaping width and in terms of how it was pulled out along the thing’s tentacles. I would think you would be sore as hell right now.”

“No, not at all,” she said. “I feel great. I think I’m hornier than I was before.”

She reached down into the water and pushed my swimtrunks down to my feet, then began running her hands along my cock, stroking it. No man with a phallite on board can keep his cock soft when a woman with a phallite on board starts rubbing it. And I was no exception. Even though I was still troubled by my mother’s behavior and disturbed by the whole set of events in the cave, my cock had a mind of its own, and a moment later I was at full attention, standing out over a foot. My mother pressed her body against mine, pushing my cock against her stomach and up into the cleavage between her breasts. She squeezed the milk-heavy globes together, squishing my cock between them as the first surge of slime squirted from the tip, and creamy golden, licorice-tinged milk trickled from her long brown nipples into the water.

My nervousness slipped away, overcome by the surge of desire that raced through me. I bent down, running my tongue over her wide, pebbled aureole and sucking the long, brown nipple into my mouth. The sweet, intoxicating milk flowed ...