Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... feeling sloshing liquid inside. “Oh fuck yeah.” She reached back, slid three fingers into her asshole and, impossibly, stretched it even wider.

Nearby, overhead, my mother – still clinging to the tentacled woman - orgasmed for the third or fourth time, slime pouring from her ass and slit as the green creature worked her over. Finally, the thing lowered herself onto the floor, standing about seven feet tall with long tendrils of appendages splayed out around her in all directions. My mother let go, slipping off of her, then approaching me and Clementina.

Her eyes were faintly glowing red, but the warm smile that radiated from her face let me know that she was still my mother, whatever had happened to her.

She took my face in her hands and I stared into her deep red eyes.

“Russel,” she said. “Have your energy back.”

I suddenly felt a surge of strength. The feeling of exhaustion receded and I could sense my energy returning. It was surprising, shocking.

“You and I,” my mother said. “I think we are now symbiotes. I can give you my energy, or I can take yours. That little red phallite links us now forever.”

I shook my head.

“That can’t be,” I said. “We can’t let that be. What will happen when my phallite dies and I die too? I will take all your energy and you will die as well.”

“When that time comes, we will deal with it then,” she responded. “Until then, we will be closer than we ever have been.”

She kissed me on the lips and pushed me back onto the ...

... stone floor, kissing me again, pressing her chest against mine, straddling me. The energy that she returned to me surged and my cock slipped to attention, pressing against her meaty lobes between her thighs. Her heavy breasts, milky and laden, pressed against my chest, her wide brown, erect nipples poked against me and dribbled milk across my skin and hers. Our tongues intertwined.

“I am so happy to have you back,” I said.

“I am so happy to be back,” she replied. She leaned up, still straddling me, and stroked my cock in front of her, squeezing it between her breasts and trickling milk and slime from her mouth down along the shaft. She ran her hands down to the base, then stopped.

“Hey, you shaved down there?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “It all fell out. All my body hair.”

“Wow, that’s kind of hot,” she shot back, then pointed at the statue behind us. “See her tongue?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” I said.

“Watch this.” She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. It slowly slipped out from between her lips, extending past her chin, down between her breasts, past her navel, and finally stopped about an inch above her clit. She leaned her head forward and was able to wrap the tip around her long, thick clitoris, then she slowly pulled the fleshy appendage back into her mouth.

“Is that fucking hot or what?” she said.

For a moment the only thing I could see were the nightmares I had about that tongue, then I was able to push them away and see just my mom, not a ...