Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... seen it drag my mother into the red fluid I would wonder if it presented any kind of threat at all. It slipped up her leg and up her stomach, between her breasts, until it’s tip hovered before her lips.

Then it very gently, softly, kissed her.

“Well isn’t that just the cutest…” Clementina said.

“Cute?” I rejoined. “It just dragged my mother into the drink. I hardly think it was cute.”

“Maybe it didn’t know and thought it was being threatened. Maybe it overreacted and just realized we weren’t hostile. Aw, look, it’s adorable.”

Soft mewing sounds were emanating from under the red water in the urn. I cautiously approached and looked down into the liquid. It was clear enough that I could see at least six or seven feet down. Beyond that was something large that blocked much of the well, though I couldn’t see what it was. But there were at least two more tentacle-like arms slithering around in the liquid, and quite possibly more.

I turned my attention back to my mother. She had lost her bikini and thong in the chaos in the urn. She lay on her back nude, with the tentacle positioned so it climbed up from the bottom of the chaise, ran between her legs, riding up across her small bush and navel, up between her breasts, to her face, where it was softly nuzzling her cheeks and planting kisses on her lips. My mother stroked the length of the thing, running her hands across it’s damp, scaly skin like it was her pet. More of the mewing sounds drifted from the urn.

As ...

... my mother stroked it, the thing began to pulsate, sliding itself back and forth across her skin, pressing itself between her mountainous, milky, phallite breasts, pushing into the hollow between her thighs and rubbing against her thick labia and clitoris. My mother stroked the creature more, moaning herself in response to the mewing that continued from within the urn.

The tip of the tentacle kissed my mother again, and she opened her mouth. The very end of the appendage slipped between her lips. She ran her hands up along the length of it, stroking it as if she were stroking a cock. She leaned her head forward and sucked more of the thing into her mouth.

Ona had moved forward and now stood next to the urn.

“Wow,” she said. “I wonder if I can get any of that funky action.” She lifted one leg over and was into the red fluid before I could stop her. A moment later she, too, rose up in the air held by another tentacle, except she was deposited carefully and gently back next to me, and the appendage withdrew to hover over the urn.

“Huh,” I said. “I guess it’s only one customer at a time.”

While Ona had been testing the waters, my mother had been providing fellatio to the first tentacle. I could see the distension of her neck as she deep-throated the thing. The second appendage that had handled Ona also slipped into play, sliding up the chaise next to the first, except this one stopped between my mother’s legs, hovering outside her slit as if waiting for permission to ...