I have had it in my mind for awhile that I wanted to experiment with erotic horror. If I follow this story through to its full potential as I imagine it, it will involve monsters, incest, anal, and gore – and heaven knows what else. However I wanted to post the first part before I got too deep into the story to gauge interest. If there is interest, I will continue.
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Clementina
Part I
There was something about the ringing of my mom’s phone in the kitchen that I just knew who it was and why she was calling.
It was almost ten at night and I was in the middle of a COD match with three friends. I tried to pretend I couldn’t hear the conversation taking place in the next room, but a part of my brain had to listen, because I knew it was going to involve me.
“This is Eva,” my mother said, answering the phone in her usual business-like tone, as I listened to one side of the conversation. “Oh, hi Clementina…yes, he’s here…sure…he’s in the middle of a game with some friends, but I can send him over when he’s done, if you don’t mind…it might be late, the university is on break so he doesn’t have to get up early…sure, no problem. Thanks.”
I muted my headset and called out to my mom.
“What is it this time?” I asked.
“There’s a leak in her basement, probably a pipe that needs to be replaced. If you can at least take a look at it tonight, that would be great. She said you could take your time, no rush. She’ll be up until at least 1:00 AM if you can head over before then.”
“Sure, no problem,” I said, and returned to the game.
Ah, dear Clementina. Where to begin…
The house my mom and I lived in was, you could say, the proverbial ‘last house on the left’. Mu parents had bought the house just over a year ago. The neighborhood had been built on what was an old farm. The original family had sold most of the farmstead to the developer, but kept a couple of acres and their farmhouse. My street was once the long driveway up to the old farmhouse and it dead-ended in a dirt double track leading up to the old house.
The old farmhouse was a massive thing perched on a hilltop. It had started as a ranch-style back in the early 1800’s, and then they added a second story and a peaked roof with a full attic, turning a sprawling rambler into an imposing monster that dominated the view for miles around.
Clementina was the only descendent left from the original family who built the house. Everyone else had either died or moved away – far away, for she had no family in the immediate area.
For a relatively young (forties) woman who lived alone in an old house, Clementina knew next to nothing about home repairs, so anytime anything in the ancient mansion went south, she had to call someone. And ever since we had moved in a little over a year ago, that someone had been us.
Actually, initially it had been my father and I together. We probably were over there at least once a week about something. But now my father was gone. One day he simply didn’t come home from work. Coincidentally, his administrative assistant also disappeared. Turns out there had been rumors of an affair swirling around the office for months. The police did a perfunctory check, but didn’t try too hard to find him. Where ever he went, he and his girlfriend didn’t want to be found.
I had never been that close to my father, he was a workaholic with little time for his family. I was sad, and I was still grieving his loss just a month since his disappearance, but I was surprised (and a little disturbed) about how little it bothered me.
When he disappeared, we were a little worried whether we were going to lose the house. My folks had put about half the cost as a down payment, but the mortgage was a little tight for just my mom’s and my income (I had a job at the university bookstore). But we were squeaking by, and Clementina occasionally tossed a little money our way when things got too close for comfort.
Really, Clementina was a comfortably well-off, nice but odd lady living in an old house by herself. But underneath it, she seemed like a genuinely kind person, and my mom and I had grown fond of her in the month since my father had disappeared.
She also was very…well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves…
Anyway, and unfortunately, all this meant I was the guy to go over and fix things when they broke. Which they did, with regularity.
Shortly after the phone call, my mom came into the room to say goodnight. Our games tended to slow down the moment my mom wandered into the camera view because I was either the lucky one or the the unlucky one – depending on how you looked at it – to have an attractive mother. Like Clementina, she was in her forties, but my mom still worked out and was fit, trim, svelte. Though she never said it, I think she liked the attention she always got from my buddies. It was never anything inappropriate, but everybody looked at her. And tonight she was wearing her bedtime gear of yoga shorts and a cut-off T-shirt. I don’t think she was wearing a bra, and when she bent over to kiss my forehead, she probably gave the guys on camera quite the view of her ass and possibly a shot up her shirt.
I shrugged, by now I was use to these shenanigans. Despite that, she was a good mother, a good provider, and someone I knew I could always talk to about anything. If she wanted to show the world her tits, that was her business.
Once she left, my game continued until around 11:30. Afterwards, I grabbed a flashlight and headed over to Clementina’s.
The night was warm and I enjoyed the short walk up the long driveway to the old mansion. The lone bulb by the front door barely illuminated the gloom in the shadow of the house. There was a light on upstairs in Clementina’s room, and another in the front sitting room next to the front door. As soon as I pressed the doorbell, a shadow moved across the front window, and I could hear Clementina’s footsteps approaching the door. The doorknob turned and Clementina looked out and smiled.
So, about Clementina, or more specifically, about how she looked…
She stood just a smidge taller than me, and I checked in just under six feet. She had long black hair that fell just a little bit above her waist. She had it tied up now in a braid down her back. She looked to be roughly the same age as my mother, but whereas my mom was slender and athletic, Clementina had rounded out more. I didn’t consider her fat, but her hips flared broadly, and her chest had filled out quite a lot. Though she had no children, she a mom bod, but wore it well. Her waist remained comparatively narrow giving her a comely hourglass shape that still could turn heads.
That aside, I had been over many times since we had moved in, but I had never seen her dressed like she was tonight.
She wore a forest green silk robe that was tied at the waist – and nothing else. She showed ample cleavage, and I could see her large nipples pressed against the thin fabric, the pebbled aureoles, the tips pointing just slightly downward. With the spread of her hips, the robe came just far enough down her thighs to be decent, but could struggle no further, so her hips and legs were bare all the way to the floor, where she was barefoot.
I had to pause for a moment. I had never been over to her house alone this late at night, and this was the first time I had seen her dressed this way. I gulped and forced my eyes to stay focused on her round, white face.
“Russell,” she said. “Thank you for coming over. I’m sorry to be a pest, but I just wanted you to at least take a look at it tonight, even if you can’t fix it until later. I don’t think it’s a big deal, but I wanted to get an expert to look at it.”
“Sure, Clementina,” I said, smiling, working to keep my eyes focused on hers.
“You’re so sweet,” she said, and before I could resist, she had leaned forward and was engulfing me in a hug. Clementina had always been a hugger, that was nothing new. However, her being almost naked when she did so was definitely new. Right before I had come over I had swapped out a polo shirt for an old T-shirt, since I figured I was going to be getting dirty. Through the thin silk robe and the thin cotton shirt I could feel her nipples pressed into my chest, her breasts against body.
I couldn’t help myself, I felt my cock begin to stir in my shorts. I hoped Clementina wouldn’t notice, but the way she was pressed against me, it would have been difficult for her not to.
She held me in her embrace for a few seconds that felt like an eternity of exquisite torture, then pulled away.
“The pipe is down in the cellar,” she said. “Follow me.”
She turned away, and while I desperately wanted to lose the budding erection, I couldn’t help but watch the way she swayed her hips as she led me through the house. The bottom of her silk robe was tantalizingly close to riding up high enough to reveal more than decency would allow, and I had trouble tearing my eyes away. When we reached the basement door and she turned, I would have sworn the robe gapped just enough for me to catch sight of a tidy little bush.
I was pretty sure she caught me looking, but her face betrayed no sign of it as she pulled open the cellar door and flicked on the light.
I had been down in the cellar of Clementina’s house many times. The cellar had been built much the way the rest of the house had been built, piecemeal. It was mostly an old-fashioned stone-and-dirt cellar, though it was dry, unlike a lot of cellars in old houses. The chamber you were in when you first entered the cellar was about fifteen feet square and held the washing machine and dryer. There were four other chambers in the cellar, which contained things like the furnace, the pump, etc, all accessed by a network of crawlspaces. My father and I had done enough work for her that I could probably draw a map of the cellar by heart.
As far as old cellars go, it wasn’t too bad. But I still hated it. Too many spiders, the occasional rodent, not enough lighting, just overall creepy. I wasn’t scared to go down there, but I rarely made it through a visit to Clementina’s cellar without being creeped or startled by something either furry or multi-legged.
But I did spend an inordinate amount of time in her basement. Pipe leaks were so common down there that my father had kept a stash of basic plumbing supplies in the corner of the southwest chamber where the pump was. So whatever was wrong, I probably would be able to fix it in an hour or so as long as it wasn’t too complicated.
The main chamber of the cellar was in the northwest corner. Clementina walked across the dirt floor towards the western crawlspace. I could already see the trickle of water running out of the crawlspace onto the dirt floor, turning the dirt into a gray mud. Clementina leaned forward and hopped up into the crawlspace, leaning forward on all fours.
My earlier suspicions were confirmed. She was completely naked under the robe. Her wide-but-perfect ass stared me straight in the face, her sphincter colored a light brown a few inches above the thick folds of her meaty labia.
I couldn’t help myself, I stared. Luckily, she was moving a few feet into the crawlspace, and by the time she turned back, I had come to my senses and was crawling into the space behind her.
But my cock was now hard as a rock.
About halfway down the tunnel she stopped and pointed to a pipe that was leaking a steady spray of mist into the crawlspace. I moved down the passage until Clementina and I were squeezed side-by-side. Her robe, which was already thin, was now wet from the fine mist coming from the pipe – as was my T-shirt – making her body even more evident against mine. She had turned so that her back was against the wall, and now my shoulder and arm were pressed between her breasts as I shone my flashlight over the errant pipe, my leg pressed against her hips. She shifted her lower leg and slid it partially under my body, leaving it pressed against my pulsating cock.
“How bad is it?” she asked, her breath hot on the side of my neck in the confined tunnel.
I tried to focus on the pipe overhead, not the one throbbing in my shorts. In an attempt to seem nonchalant, I shrugged.
“Not bad. I should be able to fix that in an hour or so. I can do it tonight, no biggie.” I flashed the light along the pipe, following it through the maze of pipes and wires under the old house. “But I will need to turn off the house water while I make the repair. So if you are going to need any water in the next hour or so, draw it now.”
“Oh,” Clementina said. “I was going to take a bath. Let me go fill the tub, I’ll call down when I’m ready.”
“No problem,” I said. “It will take me a few minutes to get set up anyway.”
I tried to press against the side of the tunnel as best I could to avoid her bumping into my cock on the way out. Instead she seemed to take great pleasure in sliding ever possible inch of her body along it as she slithered from the tunnel. First her hips, then her pussy – letting me feel the flesh of her labia through my shorts, then her stomach, then the cavity between her breasts, and finally her chin and her mouth, which she seemed to cup over the tip before slipping completely from the crawlspace.
A second later she was padding up the stairs.
I took a deep breath. What the hell was that all about? She had intentionally rubbed against me. Now I had a raging erection that was going to give me hell until I rubbed one out.
I lay back on the floor of the crawlspace in the mud, and let the chilly mist from the busted pipe wash over me. It felt good. In a minute I felt the rock in my shorts soften enough that I could move without injuring myself.
I crawled to the chamber where we had the stash of plumbing tools. Upstairs I could hear Clementina walking to the bathroom and flicking on the light. Out of the corner of my eye, a glimmer of light showed at the edge of the crawlspace.
Right underneath the first floor bathroom, where I could hear her turning on the taps in the tub.
I slipped to the edge of the crawlspace. In the middle of the rafters above me, through the thick haze of years of spider webs, I could see the space in the walls between the bathroom and the sitting room. Light poured into the space from a hole in the bathroom wall.
There was just enough space in the walls for a person to fit.
Was I actually going to spy on her?
From upstairs I heard Clementina’s voice call.
“When the tub finishes running, you can kill the water.”
“Thanks!” I hollered back.
I used the handle of a rake I found in the basement to clear out the spider webs and gently, silently stood on the edge of the crawlspace and eased myself into the space between the walls. The hole in the wall was right about eye level as I stood up. I took a silent, deep breath, and looked through.
I could clearly see the main part of the bathroom and the old claw-foot tub – in fact I was almost looking down on the tub, so I could see the water filling up and the bubbles from Clementina’s bath oils.
Clementina stood beside the bathtub, still wearing the green silk robe, though the robe was now wet and coated with mud from the crawlspace, as were her legs. She bent over and swirled the water, then let the robe fall to the floor.
I had a clear view of her nude body and my cock came to full attention. Her breasts were large and hung down and slightly outwards, her long nipples pointing just below horizontal, her wide brown aureoles spreading across the ends of the mountains of flesh. A streak of mud from the crawlspace ran down the space between her breasts, and more mud stained her stomach. Several inches below her navel, she had a small but tidy swath of pubic hair running down to the thick, fleshy labia I had seen in the crawlspace. I could see the lobes were damp, though I wasn’t sure if that was from arousal or from the moisture in the basement. At the tip of the labia was the hooded clitoris, hidden within the folds.
I gawked like a horny twelve-year-old. She was undeniably beautiful. I had never really thought much about Clementina as a sexual thing – she was more just that nice but eccentric lady who lived in that old house next door. But now, suddenly, I was hard as a rock looking at her and wanted nothing more than to have my cock buried deep between those dangling lobes.
As quietly as possible, I unzipped my shorts. My cock popped out almost of its own accord. I had been blessed with a decent sized meatstick, and I ran my hands across it as I watched Clementina.
She bent over and turned off the tub and I had another look at her pinkish-brown asshole. It too looked moist, probably from the water in the crawlspace. I had only had sex twice, both times with a girlfriend I had just recently broken up with. I had never given or received anal, but right now Clementina’s sphincter looked so inviting I just wanted to slide my cock right in.
Clementina sat on the edge of the tub and reached for her cell phone, dialing a number and pressing it to her ear. When someone answered, she had a whispered conversation that I strained to hear.
“Yes…he’s here…thanks for sending him…he said he could fix it tonight…yes…I bet he’s got a huge cock, doesn’t he?…yes, I’m wet just thinking about it…I wish I could feel it inside me…thanks again for sending him Eva…good night.”
Eva? My mother? My mom and I had some pretty frank conversations, but never anything like that. What the fuck?
I didn’t know if that was real or not, or if that was my mother or not. I was confused.
But either way, Clementina was naked and horny, and I was on her mind. So if she was going to masturbate thinking about me, I was going to watch. And if I could figure out a way to get inside those lobes of hers, or that ass or hers, I was going to take it.
Clementina put the phone away, and almost as if sensing someone was watching her, she ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and slipped a finger into her slit. She spread her legs and slid her hands up to her breasts, cupping them, caressing them, squeezing the tips of the nipples, squeezing them again, and again. She lifted them up to her mouth and suckled for a moment, then gave them another squeeze.
I thin, white, stream oozed from the tip. Holy Christ. She had never had kids, but she was lactating somehow. This whole thing didn’t make sense. But – fuck – it was hot.
I had been hard, but now I felt like I was about to explode. Pre-come was dripping from the tip of my pulsating cock down into the dirty mud of the crawlspace. I had been stroking my cock slowly, now I picked up the intensity. The dribble of white milk from Clementina’s breasts dripped off the tip and slipped down between her legs, trickling across the lobes. She massaged her labia, pulling back the hood of her clit and stroking the underside like a tiny cock.
My balls were tightening but I didn’t want to come yet, so I paused, edging myself back from the impending climax. My knees were weak and I was afraid I might lose my footing on the edge of the crawlspace, but I was more afraid I would miss the show, so I dug the toes of my shoes into the rocky dirt and braced myself between the walls with my arms.
In front of me, Clementina slowed her stroking and stood up. She stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water. Though I could see into the tub, and her breasts still stood out above the waterline, her lower half was concealed by the bubbles and the bath oils.
Her nipples were still trickling out the white fluid without any additional coaxing from her, but the milk had taken on a slightly pinkish tinge.
Clementina’s right arm began to move as she massaged herself under the water. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and her dark braid was cascading over her shoulders and between her breasts. She moaned and her arm moved faster and faster.
My own arm moved faster and faster as I knew I was about to unload. I stared at her chest, her nipples hard, the slow trickle of pink continuing. The water was working into a froth with her frantic stroking. I wished I could see under the water.
But I could see enough. My balls tightened and I came, a thick load that sprayed the back of the bathroom wall and oozed down, puddling in the mud at bottom of the crawlspace. I fought back a moan that threatened to erupt from my mouth and stared wantonly at Clementina who was moaning as she reached a climax of her own.
Her mouth threw open, she moaned.
She opened her eyes…and looked straight at me.
Fuck, she could see me. She knew I was here.
She moaned, staring me in the eye. Her shoulders shook, her tits jiggled. I could practically feel her climax.
She closed her eyes.
Then…something…moved in the water between her knees. I just caught a quick glimpse of it. All I saw was black, slimy skin and a long tendril-like shape. It was visible for just a second, then it was gone.
The shock and surprise made me jump. I lost my footing and fell from the crawlspace ledge. Reaching out to try to stop my fall, I hit the pipe I was going to repair, causing it to fully rupture and spreading water everywhere, over me, and over the crawlspace. As I fell into the chamber beyond, my leg hit the iron rake I had used to clear out the cobwebs. Pain shot through me. I cried out and fell to the floor.
Pain. Water. Cold. Mud.
Blood from my leg.
Silence.
[TO BE CONTINUED…MAYBE???]
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