Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... looked the other way. Sometimes there’s more to nursing than just taking temperatures and giving pills. When he went to hospice I continued to visit him there. At the end he wanted to die. His heart was starting to fail, and I knew that if he was too excited for too long a period it would probably give out. So I gave him what he wanted…” She trailed off.

“Ona fucked him to death,” Clementina said, finishing what Ona couldn’t. “It was an act of love and compassion. He died happy, but the crushing grief after made her take a sabbatical from her work. Her light phallite was already getting old, and the emotional toll pushed it over the edge.”

“Is that when you came back and became a black queen?” I asked.

Ona nodded. “I wasn’t in my right mind. I was crushed and wanted something to make me feel different. Edging with a dark phallite was a new experience. For awhile I could feel different. But then things got out of control.”

She looked down, then turned back to looking over my mother. The conversation trailed off into silence and my anger and resentment towards Ona over my father’s death subsided a little. I even felt sympathy for her.

Ona declared my mother healthy, and we all stood up and headed towards the door.

Before we left the chamber, I turned one final time and looked up at the statue, the woman with the phallite-induced body, the preternaturally long tongue, and the gaping tentacle cunt. Something about it suddenly bothered me, though I couldn’t put ...

... my finger on it.

In the back of my mind I counted. There were six tentacles around the vagina of the statue. And there were six tentacles that came out of the water and penetrated my mother. I glanced over at her, but she seemed to have recovered. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I kept my discomfort to myself.

We slowly made our way back out of the chamber with the long-tongued statue back into the rear chamber, which we would forevermore call the nexus chamber, then back up to the barn and home.

PART X

The sun was sinking in the west as we made our way back to the house, tired out from our explorations in the caves. Nobody said anything, I think we all were still processing what had just happened. I was still feeling pensive and uncomfortable about the statue and about watching my mother have all three holes reamed out by some bizarre tentacle monster. I kept glancing over surreptitiously at my mother. She had lost her suit in the scuffle in the well, and was naked as she walked down the path in the late afternoon sunlight. But she looked just like she had that morning, and like she had ever since she took the phallite on and adopted the usual phallite female body – large, heavy, milk-laden breasts; wide aureoles and long nipples; thin waist, wide flared hips, thick labia, heavy clitoris, and slightly gaped vagina and ass. In her case, being a gym rat, she coupled that with toned muscles that meant she had fewer curves than Clementina or Ona, but she was not ...