Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... fucking tornado tonight. Wow. Anyway, when you guys are done, I need to talk to you. I’ll be in my room.”

I climbed the stairs to my room in the attic, stripped off my bathing suit and turned on the shower hot as I could stand. I let the water run over me for a long time before I finally got to work with the soap, washing off the dried mixture of semen, slime, and milk that still coated much of my body. I rinsed, dried myself with a towel, then lay down on the bed in a pair of pajama bottoms, trying to stay awake until my mother came up to talk.

I didn’t have long to wait. She appeared about ten minutes later.

“Are you planning on putting on any clothes or are you going to just walk around the rest of the day naked?” I snapped.

“It’s after 9:00, so there’s not much of the day left. No use getting any clothes dirty at this point is there?” she shot back tartly, crossing her arms over her chest and squinting at me.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “I just...ugh.”

“What’s the matter?” she asked, sitting next to me on the bed.

I filled her in on what Clementina said about men and phallites.

“Oh, shit,” she said softly when I had finished. “That’s rough. But look, don’t panic. We’ve got eight years to figure this out. There are all those journals that we still haven’t gone through, plus we can look into this one guy who survived. There has to be a solution somewhere. I know Clementina and Ona will do what they can – they are so grateful we saved them. We can get ...

... through this, I promise.”

She sat on the bed next to me and I cried onto her shoulder.

“Shhh,” she said. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

We disconnected and I lay back on the bed.

“Do you want a massage?” she asked, running her hand up and down my stomach and chest. “I can make it good for you.”

I shook my head.

“Mom, any other night I would say yes, but tonight I’m just not in the mood for any more sex. I am exhausted, so I think I am going to turn in and try to get some sleep.”

She nodded and kissed me on the forehead.

“Sleep tight, and if you change your mind, just let me know. You don’t even have to ask for permission, just come down and take what you need.” She winked, stood up, and swayed her hips as she walked to the door, letting her sheaths slip out and sway behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see if I had been watching, then smiled as she left. I listened as her footsteps padded down the steps from the attic, closing the door at the bottom.

Even with that display, I still didn’t feel like sex. I just felt like sleep.

I rolled over, flicked off the light, and tried to go to sleep. I was so tired, I should have dropped off right away, but instead my mind whirled. Thoughts of my impending demise, of the tentacle monster in the cave, of my mother’s insatiability since she had been fucked by said tentacle monster, and my own absolute exhaustion. I was scared, disturbed, and I didn’t know what to make of my situation. Eventually, fear ...