WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, ANAL, INCEST, TENTACLES, LACTATION AND MORE.
As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!
This story assumes you have read all previous nine parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.
There may be a break before the next part is posted as I might have to make an unplanned trip out of town in the coming days. If that is the case, I will pick up when I return.
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This story begins immediately after Part X ends.
Clementina, Part XI
Chapter 2: Symbiosis (continued)
The first part of the night I slept soundly, but then my dreams turned turbulent and fevered.
I tossed and turned. Visions of my mother in the grips of the tentacled horror tore through my brain, dreams of running down endless dark caverns, stone doors opening in the nexus, then closing and trapping me forever with unnameable horrors.
I had horrifying images of my mother with her long tongue wrapped around my cock, or around my body. In one dream, only her face appeared in front of me – an immense face fifteen feet high. Her lips opened and her tongue shot out, wrapping my entire body and pulling it towards her mouth like that tentacled monster had pulled her into the red water the previous afternoon.
I awoke in the morning about 7:00 with a raging erection, sheets soaked with sweat and slime. My cock and ass were both trickling slime. My pajama bottoms lay on the floor of my room where I had left them the night before when I went downstairs to fuck my mother. I looked at my face in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes above dark circles and sunken cheeks. I looked like shit. I let my eyes roam down my body, taking in my chest, then down to my cock.
I spun around to my bed and whipped back the sheets. In the middle of the slime puddled on the covers was a pile of hair. I turned back around to the mirror. All of my body hair had fallen out over night. I had always kept my pubic hair trimmed neatly, as much out of comfort as out of looks as my lower hair tended to be prickly and scratchy. But I had never shaved it before, and being without any hair down there made my already monolithic phallite cock stand out even more. It looked huge, insanely huge.
What the fuck. Why had all my hair fallen out? Was this a phallite thing? Was I sick? Terrifying thoughts of Clementina’s warnings about what happened to male phallite carriers surged into my head.
Despite having an immense erection, I had little desire to put it to use. I really just wanted to go back to bed. But I didn’t want to face any more nightmares, and I had class, so I decided to get up.
I brushed the sticky pile of pubic hair into the trash and stripped the slimed sheets from the bed, leaving the mattress open to dry. I turned on the shower cold and climbed inside, shivering until my cock decided to behave, then I dried off, pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and made my way down to the kitchen. I had class in a couple of hours and had to pull myself together. I hadn’t had anything to drink the night before but felt like I had been up drinking all night.
I made some coffee and sat down at the kitchen table to try to collect my racing thoughts.
I heard my mother stir and she came down the stairs in her usual nighttime sleepwear of a cut off T-shirt and yoga shorts. I poured her a cup of coffee and she sat down across from me at the table. I was nervous looking at her for a couple of reasons. First there was the tongue thing, second there was the tentacle labia thing, and third was my abrupt exit from her room last night.
She took a sip of her coffee.
“You must have been tired,” she said.
“I was, but I didn’t sleep well. I had all kind of weird dreams.”
“You should have taken me up on my offer and come down to my room, I could have turned your nightmares into sweet dreams,” she said.
“What?” I replied, looking at her sharply. “What do you mean? I came down to your room about an hour after you left my room.”
“You must have dreamt it, sweetie,” she said, smiling, putting her hand on mine. “I was all alone last night. I would have loved a visit from you.”
“No,” I said. “I’m sure…”
“You were dreaming,” she said reassuringly.
“Stick out your tongue,” I said.
“Do what?”
“Your tongue, let me see it.”
She stuck out her tongue. It was her normal tongue, not the long, snaking tentacle-like thing I had seen the night before.
“Jesus,” I said. “I am losing it.” I gulped the rest of my mug of coffee and poured another.
“You look rough,” my mother said. “Maybe you should skip class today, just take it easy. You may be coming down with something.”
“Maybe, but I think getting out of here for awhile will do me more good than sitting around in the house all day. Oh, and by the way, all my body hair fell out last night.”
“What? Really? Let me see.”
I pulled my shorts down and my mother shook her head.
“Wow, that makes you look huge. You in the mood for a quickie before class?” she asked. “I want to suck on that thing so bad it makes my pussy hurt.”
I was still processing the tongue and labia experience, I wasn’t sure I was ready for a blowjob – or any job – from my mom. And if taking two tentacles in her slit and three in her ass yesterday didn’t make her pussy hurt, I doubted looking at my soft cock would do the trick.
But my mom didn’t seem to want to take no for an answer. I reached to pull my pants back up but she intercepted me, pulling my hands away and pulling my shorts to the ground.
“I don’t think…” I started, but she interrupted.
“Last night I told you that you didn’t even have to ask for permission,” she said. “But you won’t do the same for me?” She pulled off her T-shirt, letting her breasts swing free. They were milky and full, just begging to be sucked and emptied.
I wanted to say no, but I was too exhausted to fight, and seeing her tits I was getting horny against my better judgment. My cock was hard and it looked even more gargantuan than normal without any pubic hair around it. Slime was already dribbling from a purple tip that was gaping widely. My mother pulled the head of my cock in her mouth and worked her tongue around the pulsating tip, teasing the underside and gently biting just behind the helmet. She pulled back and let another surge of slime flow from her mouth onto my cock as a similar surge stretched down from my cock tip.
If I was going to give her what she wanted, she was going to pay a little. I grabbed her hair and pushed my cock into her mouth. She moaned seductively and looked up at me, daring me to push all 15 inches in. I slipped inch by inch into her mouth, feeling the hard flesh of my cock slip past her lips, over her tongue, through her throat, and down into the depths of her body. My balls hit her chin and slime dribbled from her lips, more slid from her nose as she tried to control the flow of slime that was coming from my cock and coming from her throat. She gagged as I pulled back and pushed back in, feeling my cock rub against her pulsating throat.
I thought about pulling out all the way, but the look in her eyes begged for more, so I slipped out a couple inches, then back in and held it there until another round of slime poured from her mouth and nose. Her eyes watered so I slowly slipped back out. A huge glob of slime poured from her lips as my tip popped free, sending globs of slime across her large milky tits.
I bent down and licked the slime from one of her tits, swallowed it, then began licking the wide, pebbled aureole and the long, stiff nipple that stood out from the mound. Thick, sweet, seductive milk poured from her breast into my mouth and down my chin, as I suckled voraciously. My mother pulled her other tit up to her lips and sucked, drinking in her own milk.
I let go of her breasts and leaned back as my hard cock tilted upwards. The aperture at the end was gaping widely. My mother ran her index finger through the slime hanging off the head, then slid it inside the tip, pushing it in to the second knuckle. I groaned as she massaged the underside of the cock head from the inside while stroking the shaft from the outside.
She let go of my cock and pulled my her face up to hers, kissing me, forcing my cock up between our bodies and squeezing it between her tits. More slime slithered from my meat, mixing with the milk streaming from her breasts, and making a sticky mess that stuck our skin together.
Our lips locked, our tongues intertwined, she took in a deep breath, pulling the air from my lungs. It was almost as if she were sucking my life out of me. I could feel my already flagging energy sinking even lower. The testosterone surge was all that was keeping me going, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to continue.
I tried to pull my face away from hers but she put her hands on the back of my head and forced me to keep my lips locked on hers. I needed to pull away, I needed to get free, but every time I tried to inhale, she pulled my air away. What the fuck. I put my hands on her chest and gave her a hard shove. She finally came away from my face with an audible sucking pop, like a sucker-tipped dart coming free from a wall. I gasped for air.
“What the fuck,” I said between gulps of air. “You almost asphyxiated me…”
She laughed.
“What’s the matter, baby,” she said. “Can’t handle mommy after all?”
I started to swear at her, but instead grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard, expecting to get a complaint, but she only laughed again.
I picked her up and planted her ass on the counter and pushed her legs apart roughly. Her labia were gaping, revealing the crumpled pink tunnel inside. I slid three fingers inside and pulled upward, stretching it even further, hoping for some kind of a response that I had hurt her a little, but she only laughed.
Fuck her.
I slid my cock past her meaty labia into her deep slit. She squeezed her muscles, forcing me to push harder, feeling the pressure of each inch of my cock as it pushed past the ribbed muscles of her vagina. I pushed hard and fast, worried I might lose steam and get tired before I finished the job. She wanted a quickie, and I needed to deliver a quickie. I wasn’t sure I had the energy for much else. As slime slid from her pussy around my meat, she begged me to go harder and faster. I obliged, ramping up my motion until I was jackhammering my meat in and out of her pussy as hard as I could. She pulled me close, wrapped her arms around me and pressed our chests together. More milk from her tits rolled down my chest, mixing with the slime pouring from her deep, spread slit.
I felt a wave of an orgasm wash over her and felt relieved. At least I had enough in the tank to get her off. I needed to finish the job for myself.
I pulled out and flipped her over, grabbing her thick hips and stretching her asshole wide, rubbing my cock against the pink flesh that popped out when I gaped her wide pink sphincter. I pushed my cock inside, forcing every last inch inside her cavernous asshole. As I pistoned my cock in and out of my mother’s ass, she tightened her muscles, causing her flesh to grab my meat and slide out along it like a sheath. Her meat held tight to mine as I pulled out five or six inches before pushing back in.
I felt my energy flag again. I needed to finish. I shifted my position and redoubled my efforts. A moment later my balls tightened as I released into her waiting body. My seed mixed with her slime and dribbled out of her asshole as I continued to piston her until I felt my balls start to slow their pulsations.
As my cock subsided, so did my energy level. I felt as if every drop of stamina I had left exited my body with my ejaculation. I felt woozy and weak at the knees.
I pulled my cock out of my mother’s dripping ass and sat down, my member slowly losing tone and softening. Come and slime slipped from her still-gaped pink asshole. I sat at the kitchen table and lowered my head into my hands, barely awake, head spinning. She leaned against the counter, looking down at me, slime and come dribbling down from her asshole across the front of the counters.
I was beat, but I could still feel the need emanating from my mother. She was insatiable and it just radiated from her body. But I had no energy left.
She slipped off the counter and stood in front of me, milk and slime coating her body and glistening in the morning light.
“Is that all you got for mommy?” she said. She got down on her knees and began sucking at my still pulsating cock, teasing it, trying to bring it back to life.
“Mom, enough already,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “I need some rest.”
“Come on, baby, just one more time,” she said. “One more time and you can rest forever.”
Despite my wishing otherwise, my cock stirred back to life. She kept sucking and licking until it was hard again.
What the fuck? Was she never satisfied? I was exhausted, but now I was really angry. Fuck her.
I stood up again, rolled her over and pushed her against the counter. My cock rose to the occasion and a surge of energy shot through me. I slammed my cock back into her gaping stretched asshole, ramming it straight in, driving all fifteen inches into her in one hard punch.
She moaned. “Fuck yeah, finish mommy. Make mommy’s asshole hurt.”
I didn’t know if I could compete with three slimy tentacles but I could try. I poured everything I had into fucking her ass. I don’t know how long I lasted, it could have been fifteen seconds, it could have been fifteen minutes. I only knew the slap of my stomach on her hips, the slick feel of her ass flesh wrapping around my cock as I slammed in and out, and her moans of pleasure as she came again and again – and as every drop of energy I had bled away.
She reached back and put her hand on my chest as I fucked her. Her palm was warm – more than warm, it was hot. I looked down, it could have been my imagination, but it seemed like her palm was almost faintly glowing. What the fuck, how was that even possible?
That hand felt like it was reaching inside me and pulling out my very soul.
I was exhausted. I needed to finish. I leaned against her body and just pistoned my hips, ramming in and out of her asshole, sending gushes of slime everywhere.
Finally I unleashed a load of seed deep inside. For the second time, I slipped out of her wet, slimy, gaping asshole and sank into a chair.
She looked down at me.
“I guess you’re not up for another round…” she said.
“Christ mom,” I replied, shaking my head. “No more.”
“Oh well, you can’t blame a girl for asking. You look like shit,” she said. “You sure you don’t want to stay home and get some rest?”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Maybe I will after all.”
I drank a glass of water, had some toast for breakfast, and wandered outside aimlessly, just wanting to get out of the house for a bit before I came back in and probably went back to bed. Clementina was in the front garden when I went out. I told her about my missing body hair.
“That’s not unusual,” she said. “Phallites do that to some people. Everyone loses some body hair to some extent, it just looks like you were an extreme case. Don’t sweat it.”
I nodded, accepted a hug, and wandered around the yard and the fields for a half hour or so. I finally went back inside, climbed back up to the attic and fell down onto my bare mattress and pillow that were still damp from my exertions the night before.
I slept soundly, thankfully free of nightmares, until around 2:00 in the afternoon, when I awoke. My head was still a little foggy but I thought I might feel just a hair better than that morning.
Clementina was in the pool. I changed into my trunks and joined her. I dove in and swam to where she was treading water in the deep part of the pool.
“You skipped class today,” she said.
“I was beat this morning,” I said. “I didn’t sleep well.” I told her about my nightmares, and my strange tongue-and-labia sexual experience with my mother that didn’t actually happen.
“I’ve been thinking about that tentacle creature,” she said. “And I’ve been thinking about your mother.”
“What about her?”
“Have you noticed anything different about her in the past 24 hours since she was raped by that creature?”
“Like what?”
“Like as soon as you went back to bed this morning, she came out to where I was working in the garden and talked me into coming in for a two-hour multiple-orgasm sex session. Afterwards, I went back out to the garden for a couple hours. When I came back, she was going at it with Ona. Your mom has become insatiable. I hope she’s drinking a lot of water, because she needs to replace all that slime she’s pouring out.”
“I did kind of notice that. She fucked me right after we got back from the caves yesterday, then wanted to go at it again later, then we did it in the kitchen this morning. If I had been fucked the way that thing fucked her, I wouldn’t want sex for a week.”
“Exactly,” Clementina said. “Are you up for an expedition?”
“Where?”
“Back to that chamber where the tentacle monster is. There’s something not right there.”
“I’m down with that.”
Clementina told Ona where we were going and told her to stall my mom if she started asking questions (probably not difficult). She brought out a couple of waterproof flashlights, then Clementina and I set out across the field to the barn cave entrance in our swimsuits. I had on my trunks and Clementina had on one of her “turns invisible when wet” one piece suits that was already wet from being in the pool, so it was already invisible.
The nexus was pretty much as we had left it, the one door to the left of the pink vaginal tunnel was open. We had accidentally left the light on in the room with the tentacle thing and the light spilled into the tunnel as we made our way back down to the room with the urn.
The huge statue of the squatting woman with the insane tongue still stood as we left it, her huge lobes hanging down above the chaise beneath her, the urn before her between her knees.
Clementina hung back, but I approached the urn and looked down into the red water in the well. I could only see about the first five or six feet into the blood-red liquid, but I couldn’t see any sign of the tentacle creature. I turned on the flashlight and shined it down the well. Far down, probably fifteen or twenty feet, I could see something hanging out at the bottom, something dark and multi-limbed. I assumed it was the tentacle creature.
Clementina approached beside me and looked down, shining the flashlight with mine. Together we could clearly illuminate the monster lurking in the depths, but it still showed no sign of moving. Clementina played her light up the walls of the well, then stopped and pointed.
About halfway up the wall was an opening leading back in the direction underneath the statue. An underwater tunnel.
“I wonder,” said Clementina.
“What?” I asked.
“Did you notice that when your mother went into the water she was wearing her bikini and thong, then when she came back out she was nude?”
“So?” I asked. “That was a pretty flimsy outfit, it wouldn’t take much to dislodge it.”
“The top, yes, but the bottom?” Clementina said. “In case you hadn’t noticed, women’s phallite hips are not exactly trivial. My measurements are 42DD-25-42, pretty standard phallite female numbers. Your mom’s behind is a little smaller, but it’s at least a 39 or 40. When that thing grabbed her, I guarantee you she tightened her ass muscles. She was only underwater a few seconds. I have trouble believing her thong came off that easily.”
“So what are you saying?” I asked.
“I’m not sure, but there’s more going on here than meets the eye.”
She leaned forward again and played her light across the opening in the well wall.
“I want to know what’s back in that hole,” she said, finally.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m not keen on the idea of diving back in there.”
“Yeah, me neither,” Clementina said. “But that thing seems pretty docile now. I wonder why.”
“It was pretty docile yesterday too, if you remember,” I said. “When we attacked it, it didn’t hurt us, it just pushed us back. I somehow don’t think it will hurt us. Maybe we should see what happens when we push our luck.”
I reached down and trailed my hand across the liquid, then stuck my whole arm in, then pulled it out. When the rippled cleared I played my flashlight downwards. The creature hadn’t moved. I climbed up onto the lip of the urn and slipped my feet in, dangling them down. Again, no sign of movement.
“Well, so far so good,” I said. “Time for the big test.”
I slowly slipped off of the ledge and let my body slip into the red, blood-like soup. I clung to the edge and Clementina shined her light downwards. Still no movement.
“What the hell,” I said. “Do you have any rope?”
Clementina nodded and disappeared up to the barn, returning a few minutes later with a long coil. I tied a section around my chest under my arm and she held the other end.
I took my flashlight and dove down several feet and shined the light across the creature hovering at the bottom. Still no movement. I swam even closer, nothing. I surfaced for fresh air, then dove all the way down until I was hovering just above it.
The thing didn’t move. I poked it and it still didn’t move. It was nothing but coils and coils at the bottom. So many coils that I couldn’t see the base of the monster or the bottom of the well.
I surfaced.
“I think it’s dead,” I said. “Come on, let’s go check out that side tunnel.”
I ditched the rope. Clementina hopped into the well and we swam down to the offshoot, poking our beams of light into the space. The tunnel went about five feet then shot upwards, but where, we couldn’t see. We surfaced to the top of the urn, took a moment to catch our breath, then swam back down as fast as we could into the tunnel. The upshaft at the end climbed ten feet upwards into an air pocket. We shot up into the space beyond, gasping as we surfaced.
We were in a chamber about the same size as the one with the statue. I guessed we were in the wall behind the statue. We played our light across the room. The chamber was bare stone except against the far wall, where a raised platform stood, an oblong container atop. The container looked like a coffin or sarcophagus.
A feeling ran down my spine – a bad feeling. I played my flashlight across the coffin, then slowly approached. It was carved from stone, like everything else in the chamber. It did not have a lid, but the top was close to six feet high, so from a distance I couldn’t see what was inside. Clementina and I looked at each other and crept forward, holding our flashlights high. Slowly, the edge of our beams slipped down the side of the stone coffin, revealing what was inside.
“Mom!” I screamed and leapt forward, but Clementina grabbed my arm.
“Don’t touch her!” she said. “We don’t know whether that’s really your mom, or if your mom is really that person back at the house.”
I peered cautiously over the edge of the sarcophagus.
“She’s wearing the bikini and thong my mom was wearing. You were dead on.” I said. “Fuck it, that’s her. That thing back at the house is some kind of an imposter…it’s…”
I thought of how drained I had felt ever since our encounter with the tentacle beast yesterday, and how I had felt even more drained after sex with my mom. All the pieces came together in my mind almost as exactly as they came together in Clementina’s. We looked at each other and said it simultaneously.
“A Succubus.”
“Or a doppelganger, whatever you want to call it. But whatever the name, it’s draining me,” I added. I sat down on the floor and leaned my back against the cool wall of the chamber. The exertion of swimming through the tunnels had left me more drained than I had been before. Even though we hadn’t had any more sex since our romp in the pool, I knew that thing was still draining my life away, breath by breath, heartbeat by heartbeat. I was being sucked dry like a husk and would be cast aside.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “God, this is just too much. First I find out I am going to die in a few years when my phallite dies, now to speed things along, my mom is replaced with some kind of a soul-sucking monster that is trying to kill me now rather than wait. What the fuck. I can’t fucking deal.”
Clementina sat down next to me and put her arms around me.
“Russel, I’m here. I will stand beside you. Ona and I owe you our lives several times over. We will not forsake you, I promise. We will figure the way out.”
For the second time in as many days, I found myself weeping on a woman’s shoulder. The previous day it had been my mother – or whatever the fuck that succubus thing was masquerading as her. Today, I wept on Clementina’s shoulder, my sobs echoing through the damp, humid air of the tomb.
When I had cried myself out, Clementina and I rose, and we began looking in more detail at the chamber we occupied. Mostly the walls were bare, but after a little hunting, we found a stone next to the coffin that was a little different color than the others, recessed in the same fashion as the switch in the royal chamber by the nexus.
We looked at each other and I reached out and pushed the stone into the wall.
A loud grinding came from behind. We spun about. The wall had swung back, revealing the chamber with the squatting-tongued statue and urn beyond.
And beyond the urn, stood my mother – or rather the succubus that was pretending to be her.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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