Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... by this alien creature while my own cock was deep inside Clementina’s perfect ass was too much. I felt my balls start to contract and thick globs of my come shot into her. She moaned and turned her head back, kissing me as we came together, sticky waves of semen and slime pouring out of her ass around my cock and running down our legs. We both groaned together.

On the floor beside us, Ona reached her own self-induced climax, leaving puddles of slime on the stone underneath her.

Across the urn, the thing continued to ream out every hole my mom had. She now had three tentacles in her ass, two in her pussy, and one gargantuan appendage down her throat. How she even breathed was a mystery to me. Her tits jiggled and her ass shook.

But even that had to come to an end eventually. With a shudder and a convulsion, my mom came again, the final orgasm in an uncountable string brought on by the beast. Slowly the tentacles began to withdraw, first the three from her ass, then the two from her cunt, and finally the biggest, thickest one from her mouth. The last appendage to pull out gently picked her up and deposited her softly on the other side of the urn, next to the three of us, who were recovering from our own exertions. Finally all six tentacles withdrew into the well of red fluid within the urn.

Slime and an unknown pink fluid was pouring from my mother’s widely gaped ass and slit, and a smaller trickle ran from the corners of her mouth. I grasped her shoulders and ...

... looked into her eyes.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

She was a little shaky, but she nodded, then smiled.

“I think I am more okay than I have ever been in my life,” she said. She hugged me, then Clementina, and Ona. “That was fucking incredible.”

Ona stepped forward.

“Let me have a look at you,” she said.

“Have a look at her?” I said.

“You might not believe it,” Clementina said. “But she’s a nurse, though she’s not working as one at the moment.”

I fought back a sneer that threatened to curl my lip. Ona, the woman who had been responsible for my father’s death was a nurse?

“Why aren’t you working as one?” my mom asked as Ona put her ear to her back.

Ona listened to my mom’s heart and breathing for a moment, before answering.

“At my last position there was a young man who came in. He was homeless and was having trouble breathing. Someone found him on a grate unresponsive. After a bunch of tests it was discovered he had stage 4 lung cancer and was near death. He spent two weeks in the hospital then went to hospice. He was estranged from his family and he had nobody. Despite what you think of me, and despite what I did that caused your father’s death – a burden I will carry with me until my dying day – I really do care about people, and I want to help them. In his time at the hospital he and I became close. He really was a good guy who had some bad breaks. I started giving him sex when I got off shift. The hospital figured it out pretty quickly but ...