I am still considering whether to continue this story, but I wanted to post one more installment before I made my final decision. I welcome your feedback, and read all comments, even if I haven’t the time to respond to all of them.
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Clementina
Part II
I looked down at my leg. The rake had scraped across the skin, thankfully leaving just deep scratches and nothing more, though there was some initial signs of swelling from the impact. I swore.
I scrambled through the crawlspace and cut off the main water supply, then surveyed the damage.
The pipe had bent and ruptured, dumping a ton of water through the crawlspace and the entrance chamber to the cellar. The sump pump was running and the water level was already dropping. No real damage had been done besides the rupture.
I was going to need about six feet of pipe to make the repair. While I had enough stashed in Clementina’s cellar for basic repairs, there was not enough to fix this mess. This was going to have to wait until I could go to the store in the morning. Clementina would be without water service until then.
I glanced up at the space in the wall above the pipe – the spot where I had been standing. Light still filtered through the hole.
What, exactly, had I seen in the tub? It looked like a black snake, or a writhing appendage. What the hell?
I told myself to get a grip. She probably had a sex toy in the tub – maybe a long flexible dildo, or something like that. There were some pretty long dongs out there. She was an attractive, lonely woman in an old house. It made complete sense that she might have a collection of adult toys. It also made sense she might be turned on by a young man watching while she masturbated in the tub.
But that aside, I would still have to tell her she wouldn’t have service until morning because I had fucked up.
What a complete mess. I had been turned on watching her, but now I was embarrassed and humiliated. She was helping out my mother and I in our darkest hour, and I had paid her back by being a Peeping Tom. My mom was going to kill me.
But there was that seeming phone call between Clementina and my mother. Had that really happened? Or had Clementina been leading me on? If she was leading me on, she had no reason to be mad at me for playing the voyeur. And if it was real, then neither she nor my mother had any right to be mad. It made me feel a little bit better, but I still felt like shit.
I wearily climbed the stairs out of the cellar. My phone said it was shortly after midnight. Maybe I would be able to get at least a few hours sleep before I made an early run to Home Depot in the morning.
I knocked on the bathroom door. “Clementina?”
“Yes, just a moment.” I heard the sounds of her getting out of the tub an the water draining, and a second later Clementina opened the door. She wore a bath towel wrapped around her body, holding it closed. The towel could barely contain her curves, and it threatened to gap in front.
But I had no desire for her right then. I had already had enough excitement for one night, enough of her games. I just wanted to go to bed.
I stammered as I started to speak. “Hey, um, there’s been an accident in the basement.”
“An accident?” she cocked an eyebrow.
“Yes, I was…um…inspecting the plumbing and I accidentally bumped the pipe that was leaking. It ruptured.”
Inspecting the plumbing? I cringed inwardly at my attempted lie.
“You were inspecting my plumbing?” she asked. “How did my plumbing look?”
I blushed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
“It looked…” I hesitated. Clementina made a “go on” gesture with her hand. “It looked…um…good otherwise. Except for the part I accidentally broke, everything else looked to be in…um…good working order.”
“So my plumbing looked to be up to the task?” she asked, taking a slight step towards me.
I took a step backwards. “Yes, yes, it looked fine, except for the part that ruptured.”
She stepped forward again. “But you can fix it, right? You can put my plumbing back in shape?”
“I don’t have everything I need here,” I said, again stepping backwards. “I need to wait until I can go to the store in the morning. So you won’t have water service until tomorrow.”
“But everything else looked fine?” she asked, again stepping forward. “You made a thorough inspection of my plumbing?”
“Clementina, look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
That was as far as I got. Clementina put a finger to my lips. She disappeared back into the bathroom and came out a moment later with her phone pressed to her ear. She was becoming careless about the towel, which had slipped to the side, allowing one of her breasts to slide free, the long, brown nipple standing out.
I was tired, I was muddy, and I was frustrated, but I had to wonder if she wasn’t leading me on again.
She caught me looking at her chest but she didn’t cover up. That told me a lot.
“Hey Eva?” Clementina said into the phone. She was calling my mother. I was definitely going to catch hell when I got home. My arousal deflated.
Clementina continued, and I listened to one side of the conversation. “Something broke when Russel was inspecting my plumbing. My water had to be turned off until he can get to the store in the morning and get what he needs to fix the line. Any chance I can crash in your guest room for the night until he can get the water back on?…Thanks Eva, you’re a peach. We’ll be over in a few.”
She flipped the phone closed. “It’s all settled. No big deal. Give me a few minutes then you can walk me to your house.”
She disappeared up the stairs – towel forgotten and naked body on display – and re-emerged a few minutes later wearing a sports bra and a pair of sweat pants.
My mom was waiting in the front hall when we arrived back home. She and Clementina went to the guest room to make up the bed, and I went straight to the bathroom, not giving my mother a chance to ream me out. I stripped out of my muddy clothes and climbed under the steaming hot shower. It felt incredible. Even in the summer warmth, I had gotten a chill in the cold water in Clementina’s cellar. I stood under the shower until I warmed, then I washed up, making sure to clean the scrapes on my leg thoroughly.
I finally wrapped myself in a towel, and crossed the hallway to my room. My mother and Clementina were still standing in the door of the guest room chatting, so I gave a perfunctory wave and a “good night” and went into my room. I pulled on a light pair of pajama bottoms and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind.
A knock on my bedroom door. It had to be my mom, coming to rip me a new one.
“Come in,” I said, and sighed. I was right, it was my mom, wearing her usual bedtime outfit of yoga shorts and a cut-off T-shirt.
I was prepared for a dressing down, but instead my mom seemed very calm.
“What happened over there?” she asked.
“What did Clementina tell you?” I responded.
My mom shrugged. “She just said a pipe broke when you inspecting the plumbing. I was just curious if there was anything more to it than that.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. I thought you might just be able to tell me more about what happened. You spend a lot of time over there fixing her house, so I was just curious what it was this time. Russel, you’re acting like something’s the matter. What’s going on?”
Great, I had been acting defensive. Perfect.
“Nothing,” I said. “I’m just pissed off I busted the pipe, and I also did this…” I pulled up my pajama bottoms and showed her my leg.
I had offered my mom a story that wasn’t the whole truth, but it also wasn’t a lie either.
“Ouch, that sucks,” she said. “I appreciate you helping Clementina, I really do. We need to do anything we can to keep her happy. She may be the only thing standing between us and losing the house.”
The way she said “anything we can do to keep her happy” grated on me. Did that include fucking Clementina? I recalled the phone conversation – or the fake phone conversation, I wasn’t sure which – that I had overheard. I decided to bite the bullet.
“Did Clementina call you?” I asked.
“Yes, she called me to ask if she could stay here tonight.”
“No, before that.”
“You mean when she called to ask for your help earlier in the evening?”
“No, between the two calls, did she call you any other time tonight?”
“No, why? What if she did? She’s my friend, she’s allowed to call me anytime she wants.”
I was left wondering whether I wasn’t the only person providing half-truths. I doubted my mother, I doubted Clementina, and I doubted myself.
My mother sighed. “Russel, please don’t fuck this up. We need Clementina on our side. At all costs.” There was an edge to my mother’s voice as she said this.
I needed to tell her what had happened. I needed to come clean.
“Look, mom, it’s just that tonight…”
Before I could finish there came a knock at my bedroom door.
“Come in,” my mom called before I could respond.
Clementina opened the door.
“Hey, sorry to bother you,” she said. “I just wanted to chat with Russel for a few minutes about tomorrow morning and what needs to be done to fix my plumbing.”
“Sure,” my mom said. “We were just about done.”
She stood up and retreated, brushing past Clementina, then turning and mouthing the words “keep her happy” emphatically. Then she turned and padded down the hallway to her bedroom.
Emotions roiled through me. Anger – I didn’t like being played. Frustration – I didn’t know who was playing who. Exhaustion – my clock read 1:15 and I had to get up early.
And, I had to admit, arousal. At the very least, Clementina was coming on to me. I found her attractive – I wouldn’t have been rubbing one out watching her masturbate if I didn’t. But did I want to actually sleep with her? To become her lover? What if the difference between keeping and losing our house was whether I would sleep with Clementina?
Then again, there were worse things in life than being forced to have sex with a lonely MILF, if porn ads were to be believed. I fought down the rising erection. I didn’t want Clementina to see a tent in my pajama bottoms.
I noticed Clementina had ditched her sweat pants and now wore just the sports bra and a pair of tight shorts. I was tempted to give her the once-over-twice, but didn’t want to add fuel to whatever fire had brought her to my room. But even in my peripheral vision I could see her nipples poking against the thin fabric of the white sports bra.
“What’s up?” I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. “I was just going to bed. I have an early day tomorrow.”
I pulled the covers up over the lower half of my body, partly to look like I was going to bed, and partly to cover my cock that was threatening rise to the occasion.
Clementina took a seat on the edge of my bed, right next to me, so her hips were pressing against my knee.
“So,” she said. “About my plumbing…”
I swallowed hard.
“I will be at the hardware store at 7:00,” I said. “You should have water service by 10:00, 11:00 at the latest. Assuming there are no other issues.”
She cocked that eyebrow. “Other issues? I thought you thoroughly inspected my plumbing?”
Not this again.
“Your house is old,” I said. “Things are going to break. I could go over every inch of the house with a microscope, and something still could break tomorrow.”
“Maybe you should have another look at my plumbing,” she said. “A really close inspection. Every inch.” She leaned forward. Her face was inches from mine. Her chest brushed my building erection. Her long braid fell across my bare chest. “I hear the best plumbing inspections are hands on.”
She pressed her chest harder against my building cock under the covers. She slid forward, causing the edge of her aureoles to slide free of the bra. Only the now-hard tips of her nipples against the fabric seams kept her breasts from popping completely free.
Her face was only inches from mine.
I stammered. “Look, Clementina…I…”
“I’d like to know my plumbing is in good order.”
“Please…” I said. “I need to get some sleep.”
She nodded and stood up. “I supposed if my plumbing stopped working, I could just live here. This is a nice house. I am sure I could be happy here if you and your mother had to move for some reason.”
There it was. The threat was out in the open. I was being blackmailed.
I had been raised with morals, and blackmail for sex was on the no-no list. But under better circumstances I would have loved to have sex with her. Did that change the algebra?
Clementina walked slowly to the door, swinging her hips.
“You know where to find me,” she said. “And you know I’ll win eventually. If not tonight, some other night.”
Then she was gone.
The security of my home for sex – sex with a woman I had been lusting after just a couple hours ago. Was it right? Was it moral?
Right or moral, it was hot, my libido reminded me. She had a mom bod to die for. And the smell of her after-bath body lotion was lingering in the air, teasing me.
I needed to talk to my mother. If she was in on this, I needed to know. If she wasn’t in on this, then she needed to know I was being blackmailed. Either way, I needed to talk to her.
I waited until my erection had come down enough not to be too obvious, then I slipped my bedroom door open and peered into the hallway. Clementina’s door was closed and the hall was empty.
My mom’s door was cracked, so I silently slipped it open and peeked in. In the streetlight coming in from her window I could see her laying there, her chest rising and falling evenly. She was asleep.
How could she sleep so peacefully when her only child was being blackmailed by her next door neighbor and friend?
I had to wake her up, I had to talk to her.
I stepped into the room and approached the foot of the bed. I stood there for a long moment, the emotions roiling through my body.
Something stirred next to my ear. I felt Clementina’s arms slip around me, one hand pressing against my chest, another sliding down my stomach towards the waistband of my pajama bottoms. She was naked and her bare breasts pressed against my back, her chin on my shoulder as she whispered in my ear.
“She can’t help you,” she said softly. “Only I can. You want me. Give in.”
Her hand slipped into my pajama bottoms and wrapped around my cock. I fought back a gasp as my cock rocketed to full attention.
Clementina was right. I had wanted her since the moment I peeked through that hole in her bathroom wall.
She moved to my front. She ran her tongue down my chest silently, flicking it across my nipples, nipping at them. Her hands slid past my stomach and pushed my pajama bottoms to the floor.
She had unbraided her hair, and I ran my hands through her long, black tresses as she ran her tongue down my stomach, licked the edges of my navel, and wrapped her breasts around my throbbing cock. I was hard as diamonds, with pre-come dribbling from the tip. I closed my eyes as my cock disappeared into her soft mounds of flesh. She pressed them together and rubbed them up and down the shaft, flicking her tongue across the tip, teasing it, licking the salty pre-come from the gaping slot in the engorged, purple, pulsating head.
I looked over towards the bed. My mother was still asleep, she hadn’t stirred even as Clementina had her way with me. Mom’s cut-off T-shirt had slipped up and one of her breasts was exposed in the night. I wondered, for the first time, what sex would be like with her. I had always taken for granted that I had the hot mom and kept that side of things at a safe arms length. But now, watching her sleep while having my cock worked over by Clementina, I was having thoughts I had never dared imagine. Part of me was troubled, but another part of me suddenly felt exhilarated, like I was opening some secret door that had always been hidden or locked. What would sex with my mother feel like? Would she be as good as Clementina?
At the moment, Clementina was setting a high standard as her attentions to my cock continued. She slipped me from between her breasts and took the head into her mouth, sucking at the tip. She ran her thumb up the underside, drawing out all the pre-come she could. She gently squeezed my balls as she slipped her mouth down my shaft, taking me all the way down her throat until her lips were against my body, then sliding back out.
I could feel my balls tighten. I didn’t want to come yet. I didn’t want to come here in the room with my mother. I needed quiet time to think before I went any further down that forbidden path.
“Not here,” I croaked sofly to Clementina. “Let’s go back to your room. Anything you want, just not here.”
“You don’t want your mommy to know?” she crooned
“This is moving too fast,” I pleaded. “I need some time to think.”
She gave my cock a couple final strokes that made me gasp, then rose and took my hand, leading me back down the hallway to her room. She kept me close, and my hard cock bounced against her thick hips as we walked.
When we got to her room, I pushed the door closed, then Clementina seized my arm and threw me onto the bed. I lay on my back, my cock sticking straight up in the air, swaying with the rhythm of my heartbeat – which was accelerating.
She stood above me in all her naked glory and I had the first clear view of her body. Her engorged breasts hung down in front of her, the large brown aureoles ending in long nipples that were pointed just below horizontal. They swung slightly outwards, leaving a perfect, cock-sized slot of cleavage between them. Her stomach was relatively thin, giving her an hourglass shape, but still with a small roll of fat near her belly button. Her hips swung wide, but not too wide, around a tidy strip of bush that ended in the meaty pinkish-brown folds of her labia. Her clitoris that was threatening to peak out of its hood. The lobes between her legs were coated with a fine mist.
On the mom-bod scale, she was a 10/10.
Pre-come dribbled down my cock as she approached me. She leaned forward and slid her breasts past my cock, up my stomach and chest, and to my face. I remembered the milk I had seen earlier in the evening, so I latched my lips onto a nipple.
“Suck,” Clementina whispered. “Suck hard.”
I licked and sucked, feeling the pebbled aureoles tighten and harden as I did so. The already long nipple extended even further in my mouth as I suckled. I took the breast in my hand and squeezed gently, then Clementina wrapped her hands around mine and pressed even harder. Finally, a trickle of sweet, milky liquid shot into my mouth. I couldn’t recall tasting any milk so sweet and creamy as what came out of Clementina.
I suckled at one breast for several minutes while Clementina lifted the other to her mouth.
A warm feeling came over me, a feeling of contentment, serenity – and desire. In the back of my mind I somehow knew this came from the milk, but I didn’t care. I just wanted more and more.
After what seemed like an eternity lost in the bliss of Clementina’s breasts, she pushed my head back and whispered “enough”. She rolled onto her back next to me, her legs near the edge of the bed, and said “Fuck me. Come inside me.”
Challenge accepted. High on whatever chemical was in her milk, I stood up and pulled her to the side of the bed, parting her thick labia with my fingers and sliding my cock between them. She squeezed, forcing me to work for every inch I penetrated her. By the time I was all the way in, I was almost ready to bust. She loosened her muscles a bit and I worked in and out. Clementina’s eyes were closed and her monstrous tits jiggled as I fucked her. I leaned forward and sucked at her breasts, but no more milk came out, to my disappointment.
I returned my attention back to fucking. She wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles behind my back, pulling me closer, pushing my cock as deep as it would go. I took the hint and rocked in and out of her slit, feeling the depth of her wet hollow, slowing down and speeding up as I tried to edge a bit and extend the pleasure.
Clementina moaned. “Fuck me. Come inside.”
She jiggled her hips around my body, shaking my cock in her cunt. That did it. My edging fell apart and I felt my balls tighten. I groaned as I unloaded a stream of thick, steamy juice inside of her. She moaned again, loud enough that I was afraid we would awaken my mother. Clementina’s legs tightened even more around my back. I pressed my stomach against hers as I shot squirt after squirt of semen inside her. Her body against mine, her skin on mine.
Something inside of her abdomen where it was pressed against me moved. It squirmed. And as it moved, Clementina’s pussy tightened again, causing me to gasp and my pulsating ejaculation – which had slowed – to fire up again full steam. I tried to pull back but her legs kept me locked in, her eyes closed. I struggled to break free as whatever it was inside her moved again, drawing out more come from my still throbbing cock. I groaned out of both ecstasy and fear.
Clementina’s legs loosened, I leapt back, my cock popping free with a sucking sound.
I stood in front of her, the last squirts of my orgasm shooting out over her thighs, stomach, and pussy. Her eyes were still closed in the throws of her own orgasm.
What the fuck was that? What had I felt? Was that some kind of a muscle contraction? I wasn’t exactly a stud, but I wasn’t a virgin. I had never felt a woman’s body do that during orgasm. I thought back to the shape I had seen in the tub. I shivered. Was there something inside of her?
My pounding thoughts slowed and I tried to think more clearly. Maybe she had some other toy inside her ass. I had been thinking that whatever I had seen in the tub must have been long and flexible. She wouldn’t be the first woman to get off on a double penetration.
The craziness of the past few hours had really gotten to me. I was seeing monsters behind every tree – or up every ass…
Monsters aside, I realized that I had just blackmail-fucked Clementina. I felt that should have bothered me more than it did. Maybe it was still the after effects of her milk – which was another thing I needed to think over. What was up with that?
Clementina opened her eyes, then pulled me towards her and we embraced. She didn’t say much, and I declined to participate in the afterglow, instead I ducked back out into the hallway.
My mother was coming down the hallway towards me, holding the pajama bottoms we had left in her room. I suddenly realized I was still naked.
She looked at me. “I thought I heard something. Why are you naked? And why were these in my bedroom?” She handed me my pajamas.
“Just doing some more late night plumbing inspections,” I sneered as I slammed my bedroom door behind me
[TO BE CONTINUED…PERHAPS?]
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lakeu6/clementina_part_ii_erotic_horror_monster_mf
Legitimately great stuff like your other work. I do hope you continue this series. I like the erotic horror and monster aspect and would love to see where you can take it.