Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... tentacled labia. I slid my cock into her waiting, gaping, rippling cunt and began pistoning in and out of her. Her tentacles grasped my legs as I worked her over, feeling every inch of my meat as it slipped past the rippling walls of her alien vagina. I was horrified but unstoppably aroused. The terror made the turn-on even more intense. I had to come, I had to come inside this tentacled monster my mother had become.

I pushed in and out harder and harder. I closed my eyes. Her tentacles slipped up and down my legs, teased my balls, and made rings around my asshole.

Finally I felt my balls contract. Thick loads of semen and slime shot into the tentacled maw that was – or had once been – my mother’s cunt. Her tentacles ran thick with the combination of slime and come.

As my ardor cooled, I looked down at my mother and her body. What had I done? What was she? What had I just fucked?

I turned and fled back to my attic room, locking the door behind me.

What the fuck had I just seen? What had I done? I had seen a tongue like that and tentacles like that before earlier today. It was on the statue in that chamber with the tentacle monster – the monster that had so thoroughly fucked my mother.

What was happening?

I fell down onto the bed, exhausted. Any resistance to sleep seemed to have been drained out of my by my frantic fuck with my mother and the subsequent moment of terror. I rolled over, closed my eyes and sank deeply into sleep.

PART XI

The first ...

... part of the night I slept soundly, but then my dreams turned turbulent and fevered.

I tossed and turned. Visions of my mother in the grips of the tentacled horror tore through my brain, dreams of running down endless dark caverns, stone doors opening in the nexus, then closing and trapping me forever with unnameable horrors.

I had horrifying images of my mother with her long tongue wrapped around my cock, or around my body. In one dream, only her face appeared in front of me – an immense face fifteen feet high. Her lips opened and her tongue shot out, wrapping my entire body and pulling it towards her mouth like that tentacled monster had pulled her into the red water the previous afternoon.

I awoke in the morning about 7:00 with a raging erection, sheets soaked with sweat and slime. My cock and ass were both trickling slime. My pajama bottoms lay on the floor of my room where I had left them the night before when I went downstairs to fuck my mother. I looked at my face in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes above dark circles and sunken cheeks. I looked like shit. I let my eyes roam down my body, taking in my chest, then down to my cock.

I spun around to my bed and whipped back the sheets. In the middle of the slime puddled on the covers was a pile of hair. I turned back around to the mirror. All of my body hair had fallen out over night. I had always kept my pubic hair trimmed neatly, as much out of comfort as out of looks as my lower hair tended to be prickly and scratchy. ...