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Introduction:

The sweet, strange, milfie lady in that big, old house next door is hiding some really dark, dirty secrets. The worst nightmares are the ones that are living right under your nose...

This is Chapter 1, which comprises parts 1 – 7. I will be posting the additional chapters in the coming days/weeks. Clementina has a total of seven chapters and 30+ parts, so it’s pretty hefty (about 140,000 words).

There are a couple of parts or chapters that can be skipped to save reading time, if you are so inclined, as they are sort of sidebars and about trying out weird ideas. I will call them out when I post them.

This is partly a horror story, so consider yourself warned.

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

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’. She and my father 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 several acres and their farmhouse, barn, and a few outbuildings. There were rumors of Native American or Norse relics on the property but they were just rumors. 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. Then they bolted on a couple of additional wings, turning a sprawling rambler into an imposing, gothic monster that dominated the view for miles around.

Clementina was the only descendant 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. 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…

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, with a fit, toned body she worked hard to maintain, Clementina had rounded out more. I didn’t consider her fat, but her hips flared broadly, and her chest had filled out significantly. Though she had no children, she had adopted 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 and the jiggle of a pair of long thick lobes beneath.

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 pinkish-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, bumping it against my errant erection, and 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, or the leg which was pressing against it. 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 found myself looking through a gap in the shadow of the pedestal sink in the bathroom. 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, and she was slightly gaped, revealing a hint of pink flesh inside. At the tip of the labia was the outline of her large, 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, slightly parted, 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.

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 and I was bleeding a little. 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. It was earthy with a slight licorice undertone.

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. She slid her hand down and pulled back her thick labia, exposing her long, throbbing clitoris and her slightly-gaped cunt beyond. Her body beckoned. I ran my fingers up her sopping slit, gently rubbed the underside of her clit, then used her juice to stroke my cock, finally pressing my purple, pulsating meat into her begging body.

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, drinking in several more mouthfuls of her licorice-tinged milk.

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. I felt the tip of my meat bottom out against the muscular ring of her cervix. Instinctively I jerked back, but Clementina tightened her hips against, forcing my cock back all the way in.

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 into her begging cunt, filling her, coating her cervix. 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 and her cunt gaped before me, come and grool sliding down across her asshole that was pulsing with her 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, my cock was half-erect, and the mixture of Clementina’s grool and my semen still dripped from my meat.

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.

PART III

I didn’t even bother pulling my pajama bottoms on, I just crawled into bed naked, turned out the light, and waited for my mother to come storming in after me, demanding what was going on. And I was ready to give her the unadulterated truth. It was one thing for her to play the little sexy show-off games she liked to play with people (like my friends). That was harmless, silly, and flirty. Blackmail was a different story.

But on the other hand, that was me speaking as a guy. Overwhelmingly, sexual blackmail was usually a man taking advantage of a woman. Guys were supposed to be immune to that sort of thing, right? It shouldn’t bother me, right? Especially when you consider that Clementina was extremely desirable.

Part of me that wanted to go back into Clementina’s room and rage fuck her in whatever hole I wanted. But I guess I wasn’t much of a real man, because there was also a part of me who wanted to die.

I ended up curled up in a fetal position under the covers, going back and forth between rage and sorrow.

Somehow I managed to fall asleep. In my frustration I forgot to set the alarm. So when my mother ambled out of bed at around 7:30 the next morning, I was still asleep.

I pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and made my way downstairs, looking to fill a travel mug with coffee and bolt for Home Depot, but my mother stopped me in the kitchen. Clementina was still asleep.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened last night?” my mother asked.

I was already irritated, so I played stupid. “I went over to her house, I was looking at her pipes and one broke when I was inspecting the damage. It’s like I said.”

“No,” she said. “I mean after I went to bed.”

“Sure, as soon as you answer my question.”

“What question was that?”

“Did you talk to Clementina between the call when she asked you to send me over, and the call when she asked to spend the night?”

“I already told you no, I didn’t,” she said. I could tell she was annoyed a little, but it seemed like her questioning came more from a curiosity side than an anger side.

“Truthfully?” I said.

“Why would I lie? And I really don’t care if you want to sleep with Clementina, that’s your business. But please don’t piss her off, okay?”

“My business? Or your business?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she said, her eyes narrowing.

“Do you want me to sleep with her, to keep her happy?”

“What? Sleep with her to keep her happy? Wait, is she forcing you to sleep with her?”

I looked at the floor. My mom came forward and hugged me. I didn’t cry, but I felt a lot of emotions.

“Tell me,” she said. So I did. I skipped the part about feeling like something was squirming inside of Clementina and the part about the breast milk, but I didn’t hold back about how I felt looking at my mom while Clementina sucked my cock. My mom and I had always been pretty frank, so once I started talking it all came out.

“So that’s the whole story,” I said, when I had finished. “And if the difference between keeping the house and losing it is me fucking her occasionally, I guess I am okay with it. I mean, I was masturbating over her last night before it got out of hand. I just want you to know she’s doing it. Doing it in secret makes me feel like shit.”

“Thanks, Russel,” she said, and hugged me. “We’ll get through this. I’m not sure how, but we will.”

She gave me another hug, a very long one. She and I had always shared hugs, but there was something different about it. She held me longer. She held me closer. She pressed herself against me.

When we separated our eyes met. She bit her lip as if she wanted to say something. It was my turn to prompt.

“Out with it,” I said.

“I never thought you felt that way about me,” she replied. “I never knew you noticed me being attractive. You always kept me at arm’s length.”

“You were my mother. I never even allowed myself to think of you sexually.”

She nodded.

“I have done the same as I watched you grow into a nice-looking young man. Has that changed?” she asked.

“I don’t know. So much is going on right now it’s hard to sort things out, but maybe. Do you want it to change?”

“This is happening fast.” she said.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

She looked at me hard. “Maybe,” she said and leaned forward to gave me another hug. When she stepped back I found myself looking over her again, in a new way. Her toned body, her breasts under the cut off T-shirt, the yoga shorts clinging to her hips. I felt a stirring. When I looked up I found that her eyes were focused on the unexpected bulge in my shorts.

Our eyes met, we both blushed.

“Maybe,” my mother said again, then smiled, and added “You should go now.”

I smiled back and our eyes held each other’s for just a second longer. Then I grabbed some joe and bolted to the hardware store before Clementina got up and discovered I hadn’t gotten started yet.

The cellar floor had mostly dried from the previous night’s disaster. I surveyed the wreckage. It could have been a lot worse. I drained the system and cut out the damaged copper. As I worked, I had time to think, and as I did so I felt better about the situation. Look on the bright side, for the foreseeable future I had a regular fuck with a hot fortysomething brunette carrying a killer mom bod. How bad could it really be?

I also felt better about having come clean about my thoughts and feelings when Clementina was giving me a blow job next to my mom’s sleeping body. I didn’t know what was going to come of that but at least it was out in the open.

I was intensely curious what that “maybe” from my mother might lead to. My curiosity was piqued even more when I got a text from her about an hour into the plumbing work. It was a picture of her smiling, still wearing the cut off T-shirt she had slept in, but it was pulled up to bare a breast with her

hand was covering her nipple. The text was just one word.

“Maybe.”

The bulge in my shorts returned. I held the camera up and took a shot from above, capturing my smiling face and the tent in my shorts.

“Possibly,” I texted back with the photo.

I got a smiley face and a heart in return.

After prepping the plumbing for the patch, I wanted to let the pipes dry a little, so I wandered back upstairs to the main floor of the house. A few peeks out the windows showed that there was nobody around. It was the perfect time for a little bit of snooping. I figured if Clementina was going to blackmail me for sex, I was going to see if I couldn’t come up with some dirt on her. A tit for a tat. I might still fuck her just for fun, but having something in my back pocket would make me feel a lot better.

The kitchen was uninteresting, as was the sitting room. The bathroom looked as it had when I had last seen it peeking through the hole in the wall the previous night. Clementina had pretty much left everything as it was when she and I went to my house. The medicine cabinet was uninteresting, not even an interesting pre***********ion. I peered in the tub, expecting to see a sex toy, but was disappointed. I wondered where she had stashed it, then remembered feeling something squirm inside her. Guess that answered that question.

There was one unusual thing about the tub, however. In her haste to head out with me, Clementina hadn’t washed the suds down, and now the dried bath oil residue still clung to the porcelain. But in the bottom of the tub there was a coating of some kind of a clear gelatinous substance. I ran my finger through it then lifted it to my nose. It didn’t have the sort of perfumed fragrance bath oil would have, it was a much more earthy smell with licorice undertones.

It was unusual, but it wasn’t anything that could be used for blackmail. Maybe it was some kind of lube. I shrugged, wiped my finger on my pants and headed upstairs.

My next target was her office. It was in one of the old bedrooms, and was pretty sparse, just a desk and a table with a laptop hooked up to a monitor. I started up the laptop, but couldn’t figure out her password readily, so I quit after a couple of tries. I opened the desk drawers, finding mostly old bills, deeds, useless junk. I found a couple of old photo albums full of pictures of people I didn’t know – but nothing incriminating.

I walked across the hall to her bedroom, which was also pretty simple, just a chest, a bureau, a small closet, and a queen size bed. She had some sexy lingerie. I thought about rubbing out a load into her underwear draw but decided not to, since it would probably only encourage her. The nightstand held a couple of erotic novels and two different models of vibrator (among other things), but nothing too outlandish – or so I thought. Hidden underneath everything else, however, was a large key.

The key was ornate and looked like it had to be at least a hundred years old. It was about nine or ten inches long and had scroll work carved into the shaft. It was a simple enough shape, one I could duplicate back home in my basement workshop if I had a need to do so.

I took it to the office and took some photos of it next to a ruler so I had the right measurements. I wasn’t sure why, and I doubted I would really have a need for it. But if I ever happened to find the lock it fit, it might provide me some of that blackmail material I had been hoping for.

When I was done, I returned it to her drawer as another text came in from my mother. It was a picture of her standing in the bathroom. Her top was off, her breasts free, the nipples hard, pointed, looking so tasty.

“Definitely maybe…”

I took another tented shorts shot to send to her, this time I had my other hand on my bulging erection.

For the moment, my thoughts about Clementina were pushed aside in favor of thoughts about my mother. Where was this going? Was this something I should do? And if this was going where it seemed to be, did I have the stamina to keep both my mother and Clementina happy?

So many questions. My mind spun. The best way to fix that was to get to work.

I went back down to the cellar and tackled the pipes. I had done a lot of damage when I fell, and I had to make another trip to Home Depot for supplies before the job was done. Not long after my fishing expedition through her private possessions, Clementina arrived home. I could hear her upstairs moving around.

It was late afternoon before I finally flipped the water back on. I crawled through the crawlspaces to the different chambers of the cellar checking all the pipes to make sure there were no issues. In the farthest, most remote chamber of the cellar, there was a very slow leak. It was barely a drip. It would require another pipe replacement at some point, but it was slow enough now that I could do a temporary fix for the time being and do the full replacement later on. Above all else, I wanted Clementina out of my house, and that meant getting the water back on.

The main cut off was in one chamber, and my tools were in another, so it was several minutes of crawling around the crawlspaces before I made it back to the chamber with the leak. I had a fast-acting epoxy that I coated the leak with, let dry, and again had to crawl back to the main chamber, turn on the water, and then crawl back to where the leak was to check it out.

The pipes in Clementina’s house were loud. They creaked and groaned when I turned the water back on, and their complaints followed me as I made my way back to the leak. Good news, it was holding. My job was done.

I was tired, having been squirming around the crawlspaces of Clementina’s basement for over eight hours. My shoulders and back were sore, and I wasn’t looking forward to the long crawl back to the main entrance. I leaned back against the wall, glad to be done. I checked my phone, and to my surprise, discovered I still had two bars of signal, so I texted Clementina to let her know she had water, then I texted my mom to let her know I would be home shortly.

My mom sent me a smiley, a thumbs up, and a heart in response. Followed by a separate text with a boob shot and just two words. “Most likely”.

My heart made a tiny leap into my throat. Those thoughts I had when looking at my mother while Clementina was sucking my cock roared back. How would I feel if instead of Clementina wrapped around my knob, it had been my mother? My answer came from the stirring in my pants.

I let my mind wander for a moment, imagined my mother’s tight, firm body against mine, the taste of her skin, the smell of her body oils (and her sweat). I wondered what it felt like inside her.

I was almost to full attention. My cock was pressed against my tenting shorts. I realized I wanted my mother far more than I wanted Clementina. I thought of sliding my cock between my mother’s thighs as she clutched my shoulders.

My hand made it’s way down to the front of my shorts and I absently stroked. Then I stopped. The last time I had jerked off in Clementina’s basement had been a disaster, maybe I was being superstitious but I wasn’t going to take a chance.

I sat in the chamber for a few more minutes, letting my ardor cool some, just listening to the house around me, the creaking of the pipes, the occasional scuttling of a rodent around the basement.

Barely perceptible, I thought I heard a very, very distant woman’s voice.

I started. What the hell was that? The sound had come from a distance. Was it outside? Was it somewhere else in the house? I perked up my ears and strained to hear.

Again, very faintly, it came again. Across from the crawlspace was another very small crawlspace that led up to the edge of the foundation. The space was just a jumble of rocks with a couple of feet between the stones and the beams above. The sound seemed to be coming from the rock pile.

It came again. It wasn’t just a scream, there were words as well, but I couldn’t make them out..

I approached the rocks and leaned partially into the crawlspace and listened. Nothing. Standing near the foundation I heard a bird tweet outside and a truck’s horn sound out on the distant interstate. It had to have come from outside, right? That was the only logical explanation. Probably some kids playing in the neighborhood.

As I moved away from the rock pile, I accidentally kicked a stone, rolling it a few feet out into the chamber. Underneath the stone was a dead, dried up...something. It looked to be about a foot long and snake- or eel-like. It was dark gray, and desiccated, the skin just a leathered, tough sac with a few bones showing in relief.

What the fuck was that? Had it lived down here? Were there others?

I thought of the shape I had seen in the tub the night before. And of the feeling I had that there was something squirming inside of Clementina…

I brought myself up short. There were logical explanations that didn’t require me to go down that path of thought. So there was a dead snake (or something snake-like) in Clementina’s basement. With all the rodents running around down here, that wasn’t a surprise. The real surprise was that I hadn’t seen any down here before now.

I pushed the rock back over the snake-thing as the sound of Clementina’s voice echoed through the crawlspaces.

“Russel? Are you still down here?” she called.

“Yes, I’ll be out in a sec.”

I shot a final look at the pile of rocks, and made my way back to the entrance chamber, where Clementina was waiting. She was sitting at the foot of the stairs when I pulled my sweaty, muddy self from the crawlspace.

“Wow, you’re a mess,” she said, surveying me up and down. I wasn’t sure I liked the way she was looking at me, and I was definitely sure I didn’t want another fuck session with her right now. I needed to set some boundaries.

And, to be honest, I wanted to save my load for later...for my mom. The realization that was part of my thinking made my heart skip a beat, and my cock stir in my shorts.

“The water’s on,” I said, brushing some of the mud off legs and arms. “There is still a tiny leak back in the farthest chamber that will need to be replaced eventually, but there is no rush. I did a quick patch that should keep it under control for now. We can schedule something some time before my classes start for me to come back down here and fix it.”

“Great,” she said. “So my plumbing is in good shape.”

Gawd, not this again.

“Everything is fine,” I said. “You should be good to sleep in your own bed tonight. I need to go home, clean up, and take a nap. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” That last part I added a negative emphasis.

Like most old houses, the steps leading up out of the basement were narrow, and Clementina was sitting square in the middle. I tried to squeeze past her, but as I did, her arm shot out and she rested her hand against the inside of my thigh.

“You can clean up here,” she said. “And sleep is overrated.” She slipped her hand up my muddy leg, slid it up the leg of my shorts, and let it rest against my resurgent cock.

“Not tonight,” I said. “I will fuck you occasionally to keep our house, but I need some boundaries. And tonight I need to get some rest.”

She shrugged, I pushed past her up the stairs, and she followed. I headed straight for the front door, only pausing there for a moment, to add “I’ll text you later about setting up a time to fix that other pipe.”

She nodded.

I shivered as I walked up the driveway to home. The late afternoon was warm, but I was still chilled from the damp, dark basement where I had spent my day. It was good to be home.

I walked inside. My mother was in the kitchen. She looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. She had on a thin yellow tank top and a pair of close-fitting pedal pushers. Her hair was still wet and dribbled down on her shirt, creating small patches of translucent moisture across her chest. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric that clung to her curves, covering everything but hiding nothing. I realized how bad I wanted her.

“You’re back, and wow, you’re a muddy disaster,” she said, looking me up and down. “Is she all set?”

I nodded, then added “But she still has a slow leak and a section of pipe I am going to have to replace. I am going to text her later and set something up.”

“Did she try to hit on you again?”

“Yep, I told her I needed some boundaries. Once or twice a week was fine, but every night wasn’t going to fly.”

My mother nodded. “How did she take it?”

“Mostly well. I’m glad of that. I am sore as fuck after crawling around her basement all day. I’m not sure I’m up for a high-expectation fuck right now. I just need a hot shower.”

“What about a massage and a no-expectation fuck?” my mom asked.

She met my eyes, then looked away, nervously.

“That would be incredible,” I said. I wanted to take her in my arms – or at least kiss her. But she was clean, and I was muddy, so I would have to wait. I scurried upstairs and headed straight to the shower. Peeling off my muddy clothes, I climbed into the steaming stall and let the heat loosen up my aching back and shoulders. When I finally felt like I could move again, I washed up.

By then I had a raging erection thinking about my mother, and would have loved to send a load down the shower drain. But I wanted even more to send a load into my mom. I contained myself.

Once clean, I climbed out of the shower, dried off, and wrapped up in a towel. When I emerged from the bathroom, I found my mother standing in the hallway.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

She had set up several candles around the room, and the blankets had been pulled down to the bare sheet. A bottle of massage oil sat on the nightstand, next to a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She handed one to me.

“Here’s to a new phase of our relationship,” she said, tapping my glass. I sipped gingerly, knowing the wine would go straight to my head on my empty stomach. We chatted for a few moments, as we drank the wine. It was very strange, flirting with my mother like that. After a moment, she took my glass and set it aside, then held her hand out for my towel.

I had managed to bring my erection under control, and it hadn’t been too obvious when we were flirting, but as I let her pull the towel from my body, my cock popped out, ready for action. My mom pretended she hadn’t noticed and just gestured to the bed.

I lay down on my side on the bed, waiting for my cock to shrink enough that I could lay down on my stomach comfortably. My mother didn’t help. She put her glass down besides mine, and pulled off her tank top.

Her breasts swung free. She wasn’t huge like Clementina, but she wasn’t exactly small either. They hung firm but soft above her firm, toned stomach. Her high nipples pointed upwards, hard and erect. She tossed her top to the side, and pushed her pedal pushers to the floor, leaving her only in her tiny, damp thong. Her labia pressed against the thin, moist fabric.

I thought of all the times I had seen her tease guys. For all that teasing, I was the one who was actually getting ready to smell, touch, taste her body. I was dying to be inside of her.

She reached for the massage oil. She dribbled some of the oil on her breasts, and as I watched she rubbed her hands over them, caressing them, pinching the nipples, running her fingertips across the brown aureoles. I glanced back up at her face and realized she was watching me watch her – that made me even harder. She smiled and I smiled back.

She pushed her thong off and let it drop to the floor, running her oiled hands down between her legs, letting the oil mix with her fluids. God, I wanted her - and the look in her eyes was pure desire.

“If I’m going to massage your shoulders, you’re going to have to lay down on your stomach,” she said, giggling, staring at my cock. I very gently tucked my erection underneath me and slowly slid myself down onto the bed on my stomach, shifting to make sure I didn’t injure myself. Once I had stopped shifting around, my mother climbed on top of me and straddled my hips. I could feel her vagina lips pressed against my body, her grool trickling across my skin.

She began working her oiled hands across my shoulders and my back, squeezing my neck. She started softly, but slowly began working more and more aggressively. She had given me massages a few times in the past, but we had been fully clothed and I was sitting in a chair - definitely not like this. Occasionally I would feel her breasts brush against my skin. The steady trickle of fluid from between her thighs continued, mixing with the oil when she moved lower to work on my lower back and buttocks.

She straddled my lower legs and ran her hands across my ass, spreading, teasing. She slipped a hand between my legs, brushing against my balls and the underside of my cock. It was the first time since I was a baby that my mother had touched my cock and it felt both weird and wonderful. Feelings surged through me – love, desire, pure lust. I moaned again as she flicked her fingertips across the underside of the tip, then gently nudged my thighs apart, leaned down, and licked my balls and cock.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I rolled over and met her eyes. She smiled. My cock stood at attention between us.

She ran her tongue down the underside of my cock, teasing, tasting, then running it back up, squeezing out the pre-come and sucking it from the tip. I was fully erect, the purple veins standing out along the shaft, the tip gaping as more pre-come dribbled free and slipped down the side. She licked it up, then took the entire shaft in her mouth, sliding her lips halfway down my throbbing erection. I groaned, feeling her breasts brush against my thigh as she took me deeper and deeper down her throat.

She pulled back, then went down again, and again. Her blonde hair brushed my thighs and stomach as she slipped my cock in and out of her throat. Slivers of saliva glistened on the shaft when she pulled out, a long streamer dribbling across her breasts. She took my cock in her hands, sliding them up and down, using her own drool as a lubricant.

She slipped her body forward, hovering her breasts over my face – the breasts I had looked at all these years, never touching but always desiring. I reached up, cupped them gently, and pulled my face towards them, flicking my tongue across the nipples, tasting the faint aroma of her body lotion and a hint of perfume. Her nipples were tiny and hard, pulling the skin tight, making her already firm breasts even firmer and making the nipples stand more erect. I suckled, touching, tasting, loving.

I looked up and saw my mother looking down, watching me at her breast, smiling. Our eyes locked and I smiled back as she lifted her head, tossed her hair and closed her eyes, lost in the moment.

I lost track of how long I spent locked to her breast, but eventually she softly pushed my head back and slid her body forward. Now her slit was above my mouth. I looked up, past her shaved snatch and her breasts, and again, our eyes locked, and again that smile from my mother. I knew she wanted this as much – if not more – than I did. I ran my tongue up her tiny, tight little lobes, parting them gently with a finger so I could lick the tender insides. I lapped like a dog. Above me my mother closed her eyes, ran a hand through her hair and leaned back, pressing her slit even tighter against my chin. I locked my lips around her cute little clit and sucked, eliciting a moan. She called my name softly, then took my head in her hand and pulled it closer, tighter. I continued to work my tongue up and down, stopping to suck on her clit that was now sticking out from it’s little hood. I worked a finger – two fingers – inside her and found that special, magic spot.

A moment later I was engulfed in her orgasm. She leaned back and lay with her back on my stomach, her pussy still just past my chin, her arm against my cock.

She lay there pulsating for a moment, then gathered her wits and climbed to her knees. She positioned her vagina directly next to my cock, her shaved pussy pressed against it. She looked down and our eyes met. I felt the juices from her body slide down across my balls.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

“All these years, I’ve been watching you grow from a boy to a man,” she said. “Watching you mature, seeing you fill out. All the while being ignored by a husband who was more interested in a job than me. Ever since you hit puberty, you’ve been in my fantasy life. I never could tell anyone, but there it is. I’ve been dreaming about this moment for years, never thinking it would actually happen. You were a good son but never seemed to notice me as a woman – just like your father. But now, now it’s actually happening and I just want to savor it a moment longer before I take you back inside me.”

I nodded and reached up to cup her breasts, pinching the nipples.

“My entire life,” I said, “I’ve been the guy with the hot mom. I’ve had to deal with teasing, and sometimes outright bullying because of it. Ever since I was old enough to notice, I’ve wanted you, but I’ve also kept those thoughts away – partly because I thought it was wrong, and partly because I didn’t want to be hurt if some other guy – one of my friends who you like to tease – actually scored on you. I was afraid of that heartache, so I never let those desires take hold.”

A tear appeared in the corner of her eye. “I never wanted to hurt you,” she said.

“I know,” I said. “But that hurt me less than watching my father ignore you all these years.”

The tear slid down her cheek and she leaned forward. We kissed, her body pressed against mine, her breasts against my chest, her legs squeezing my pulsating cock and pressing it against her damp slit.

Her tongue entered my mouth, intertwined with mine. Then I moaned as she pulled back, lifted her hips and slid herself slowly down my cock. I could feel her juices being pushed out around the shaft as she slipped ever downwards. Our eyes locked on each other as I felt every fraction of an inch until her hips rested on mine.

Forget all the abuse and the teasing I had endured over the years. I was the one who had my cock inside my hot mom. I win.

My cock surged and I thought I would explode. My mother rotated her hips and began to slowly ride my erection, up and down. It was my turn to groan as she tightened her muscle and squeezed. It took my breathe away. I ran my hands up her stomach, cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples. She put her hands on top of mine, then lifted them and kissed the tips.

Her motions became more urgent, more frantic, as she lowered my hands back to her breasts, and leaned forward a little, digging into her work. All those years working out paid off as she sped up, sliding across my cock faster and faster.

It was a race to the finish. I felt my balls tighten but wanted to hold on to the moment. I focused, tried to think of anything but the fact that my mother - the one woman I most secretly desired - was now sliding frantically up and down my cock.

My mom moaned, calling out my name, calling me baby. That did it. I couldn’t hold back any more. I groaned and my entire body twitched as I unleashed my seed into her. The sensation of my juice inside her brought her to another climax and we came together as one in a resounding moment of ecstasy. My balls were pulled so tightly against my body I thought they would disappear entirely. I felt pulse after pulse of juices course from my body, into my mother, only to mix with her fluids and to squeeze out of her pussy around my cock.

My mother leaned forward and kissed me, her motions slowing, but not stopping entirely. Her hips kept sliding over my cock, up and down, side to side.

I stammered. “Are you going to stop?” I asked.

“One is never enough,” she whispered into my ear and kept her hips moving.

My climax was ebbing, and a little bit of guilt was creeping into my mind. What had I done? I had just fucked my mother. That was wrong.

I wanted to pull away, but my mother was still pressed on top of me, her mouth teasing mine, her hips pulling on a cock that was threatening to go limp as the last of my orgasm slipped from the tip.

“Come on baby,” she cooed. “I know a boy like you has a lot more where that came from.

From some reservoir deep inside, I felt my cock start to stiffen again. My second thoughts slipped away. My cock was still inside my hot mom, along with her juice and my jizz.

I gently pushed her off of me, slipped to the side of the bed, and pulled her over, perching her on the edge of the bed on her knees, her pussy hovering right about the level of my cock. I stroked my soaked cock until was almost fully hard again, even though the grool and jizz hadn’t fully dried from our first go-round.

My mother was panting, sweaty, her hair stringy and stuck to her damp skin on her back. Sweat rolled down my chest. She looked back at me and begged me to fuck her.

Her pussy still dripped my semen as I slid my now rock hard cock back in. Every drop of restraint either one of us had felt up until that point slipped away. She screamed my name and begged me to fuck her. I obliged.

I adjusted my positioned behind her and went to work, taking her hair in my hand and gently tugging it, pulling her head backwards. She groaned as I pistoned my cock in and out of her slit – lubricated by the sticky, slick remains of our first mutual climax. I felt a wave of pleasure rock through her and a fresh surge of juices flowed around my cock. My stomach slapped her ass, my thighs rocked against hers, the sounds of skin-on-skin (and cock on cunt) filled the air, along with the scent of sweat, come, grool, and perfume.

My mom nearly screamed as we both rocked to another mutual climax. She called my name one last time as I again drained my balls deep inside her.

Together, we fell onto the bed, into each other’s arms.

That hot mom I had secretly desired all these years was mine.

PART IV

My mother and I lay on the bed, basking in the afterglow. She had her head and breasts on my chest, and my arms were around her shoulders.

“Wow,” she whispered, not for the first time.

“Yeah, wow,” I replied, also not for the first time.

My mom giggled. “So, how’d that compare with Clementina?” she asked.

“Clementina can’t touch you,” I said. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, then got up and pulled on her thong and the tank top she had been wearing.

“I don’t know about you,” she said. “But I’m starving. Thai delivery okay?”

“Works for me.”

She padded out of the room and down the stairs in her tank and thong. I pulled on a pair of shorts and followed her down, bringing the wine. We ordered the food, then sat in the kitchen sipping more of the wine. I was mulling over all the odd things that had happened around Clementina in the past few days.

“There’s something strange about that woman,” I said and filled my mother in on all the little, niggling points that had been collecting in the past 48 hours. The shape in the tub, the wriggling feeling of something in Clementina’s body, her breast milk, the key in the nightstand, and the odd sounds I heard in the corner of her basement.

“Individually, they are all minor points with logical explanations,” I concluded. “But after awhile, there are just so many points of oddity that it starts to look like a pattern, though I’m fucked if I can figure out what it means.”

I showed her the photos of the key I had found. My mom was intrigued.

“How long would it take for you to make an imitation?” she asked.

“If I skip the fancy carving and scrollwork, which I think is just decoration, I could turn something out in probably an hour or less. It’s pretty simple.”

“Maybe you should make one and take it with you whenever you go over there, just in case you find whatever it is that key fits. And maybe next time you are over there, you could dig under that rock pile and see what’s down there.”

“I’ll be in that chamber when I fix this new leak. I just need to get her out of the house while I’m working.”

Our food arrived and we continued our conversation a few minutes later as we sat on the couch eating Thai out of cardboard containers..

“I have an idea how to get her out of the house,” my mother said, covering a mouthful of Thai with her hand. “When she was here yesterday morning, I felt her out a little. I wondered if I might be able to share your load.” She winked.

“Share my load?” I asked. “You mean have sex with her? I didn’t know you swung that way. I thought you were pretty much straight.”

“I dabbled in bisexuality in college. My dorm mate and I had a fling for awhile, and even after we fell out of love we were occasional fuck buddies until we graduated. But I pretty much went straight once I fell in love with your father.”

“Did Clementina come on to you?”

“Not in so many words, but she definitely dropped some hints. I think she wants to lure me in slowly, sort of the same way she did with you and the hole in the bathroom wall. Once she has me interested, she’ll lower the boom. I dropped my own hints to keep her interested, but didn’t totally buy what she was selling.”

I lowered my eyes and shook my head.

“I, on the other hand, went in hook, line and sinker,” I added, ruefully.

My mother wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Don’t feel bad, you’re young and you got taken advantage of by an older, wiser lady. If I was your age and had an opportunity to watch a woman that looked like her masturbate in the tub, I might have been up there in the crawlspace rubbing myself madly too. Heck, even today I might have gotten sucked in if I hadn’t known what she did to you.”

She kissed me on the cheek, then picked up her phone and typed a message to Clementina.

“Hey there. Thinking of you. If I can get Russel out of the house tomorrow maybe you can come over for awhile? Maybe pick up that conversation where we left off?” This was followed by a heart emoji.

“Where we left off?” I asked, reading over her shoulder.

“Just a little light flirting,” my mother said, as a reply came back from Clementina.

“Thinking of you too. Love the idea. How about if I text Russel and see if he can come by tomorrow and finish the pipes?” Clementina wrote.

“You are devious,” I said as my mother typed.

“Awesome! Perfect! I can’t wait!” my mother texted back. Then she went out into the kitchen and splashed water on the front of her tank top, turning it translucent. She shot a photo and texted it to Clementina, adding “I can’t be trusted washing the dishes. Oops!”

“That ought to get her wet,” she said, returning to the food as my own phone beeped with the text from Clementina asking me if I could come by tomorrow to finish the work.

I confirmed I would be over around mid-day.

After eating, I went down to the workshop and made a facsimile of the key. I dropped it in my toolbox.

My mother and I watched a movie on Netflix, had a nightcap quickie on the couch, then headed to bed.

The next morning we both slept in, finally crawling out of bed around 9:00. I lounged around and played video games for awhile while my mom made herself pretty for the visit from Clementina. Shortly before 11:00 I shot Clementina a text letting her know I was running to the hardware store for supplies but would be by in a bit.

My mom came down right before I left for the store. She wore a cotton jumper that threatened to pop open at the slightest breeze, and had done up her makeup just enough to look good but not enough to look like she had spent any time on it. In other words, she looked totally like she was just hanging around the house on a lazy afternoon feeling horny. I gave her a kiss.

“I am jealous of Clementina,” I said.

She gave my cock a quick stroke through my shorts. “So am I,” she said, and returned my kiss.

“Have fun,” I added, and headed out the door.

As I pulled out of the driveway, I glanced up towards Clementina’s house. I could see her standing in an upstairs window, probably waiting until she saw me leave for the store before she came down for her rendezvous with my mom.

I picked up a couple of supplies, and made my way to Clementina’s place. She wasn’t home when I got there, but the door was unlocked, and I carried my supplies down to the basement.

The problem plumbing was in the chamber where the rock pile was. I drained the damaged pipe, prepared for the replacement, then while it dried I turned my attention to the rocks. The desiccated snake-like thing was still under the rock when I rolled it out. I walked back and forth across the pile, shining a light into the cracks and crevices, looking for anything hidden or concealed in among the stones. I didn’t see anything amiss, nor did I see any more of those gray snake-like things.

The area under the rocky crawlspace was framed by a series of support posts that stood along the edge of the area. The posts looked like just normal 8x8 wooden columns. I reached into the crawlspace and picked up a rock. Most of them were about the size of a bowling ball and the one I ***********ed weighed about what you would expect. I reached for another, the same thing.

Leaning further into the crawlspace, I reached for another rock from an odd-looking stack to the left – they were a slightly different color and shape than the others. I gave it a tug and tried to lift it, but no luck. Was it cemented in? I climbed into the space and tried again to lift the rock, to no avail.

Curious. I moved back to the right, and the rocks there were normal, I was able to shift them around. I suddenly wondered if the rocks in the left-hand section were even rocks. I used my fingernail to scrape the surface of one, and a thin layer of material came away. Fake. I shined my flashlight around the crawlspace again. Then I saw it.

On the back of one of the 8x8 columns, facing the crawlspace, not the outside, there was a keyhole that looked suspiciously like it might fit that key I had found.

I dug my facsimile key from my tool bag. It fit perfectly. I slid it in, and gave it a turn.

Deep within the left-side “rock” pile, something clicked and whirred and a five foot section slid forward into the chamber, revealing a small door, about three feet tall. It, too, had a keyhole that the key fit. I pulled the door open. Beyond was a crawlspace leading back into the hillside.

I took a picture with my camera, then I shined a flashlight into the crawlspace. A couple feet down the tunnel was a switch. I threw it, revealing a long, downward-slanted tunnel. A dozen or so feet down it widened to a passage wide enough to stand it. The bulbs, spaced about every ten feet, threw a dim, shadowy, light down the passageway. I froze, waiting to see if anyone appeared but there was nothing, no sound came to me.

With a furtive glance back into Clementina’s basement, I started down the passageway.

Fifty feet or so down the tunnel, it took a hard left then opened into a large chamber, probably forty or fifty feet across. It looked old, very old. The weight of centuries, possibly millennia, hung I the air. In the center, lit by floodlights, was a scene that made me catch my breath. A pool roughly ten feet across was fed by a clear spring that flowed from the wall and trickled through a groove in the chamber floor into the pool. On either side of the pool, forming almost an arch over it, were two statues – a woman and a man. Both were nude and were leaning in towards each other in a state of erotic passion. The woman had ridiculously immense – almost cartoonish - breasts that hung out over the pool, and wide child-bearing hips around exaggerated carved labia. One of her hands was around the back of the neck of the man as she leaned towards him, while her other was wrapped around his cock. The man had a comically huge erection, probably long enough to reach almost to his neck. One hand was around his partner’s back, while the other was reaching towards the space between her legs. The tip of his cock hung directly over the pool and was carved as in mid-orgasm, with a large droplet of semen quivering on the tip, as if about to drop into the water below. The woman’s breasts similarly hung over the center of the pool, with carved milk rivulets from the wide, erect nipples poised to drip into the water.

I took a couple more pictures then let my gaze wander down to the pool underneath the statue. Something moved within the pond. I slowly approached. The pool was deep. A light hung from the top of the chamber pointing directly on the pool, but even with that I couldn’t see the bottom. But I could see something light-colored – several of them – wriggling about in the water.

One slipped upward and broke the surface. It was a snake-like thing – somewhat similar to the dead one I had seen out in Clementina’s basement and her tub – but instead of being grayish-black, the ones in the pool were creamy white and had beautiful sky blue eyes that were now regarding me. I smiled and the creature seemed to understand I had no bad intentions, because it swam towards me and perched at the edge of the pool near my feet.

I crouched down. The thing made a sound that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a purr and crawled onto my hand. It’s touch was soft and wet, and there was something calming. I knew somehow that I had nothing to fear.

The thing slithered up my arm to my shoulder, where it perched for a moment and nuzzled my ear. To my surprise, it reached around and kissed me on the lips.

I smiled and when I opened my mouth, it pressed it’s head inside, bumping against my teeth. I pulled my head back, and whispered “no”, scolding it gently. I kept my lips closed as it bumped them once, twice, three times in little kisses, before giving up and seeming to be content to perch on my shoulder for the time being.

I noticed that a couple more had emerged from the pool and were now at my feet, mewing up at me. The sense of calm and peace I had felt a moment ago, only became stronger. And underneath it, a feeling of desire. The feeling was not unlike what I felt when I drank Clementina’s breast milk, and in fact, the little creatures had a faint odor not unlike the licorice undertones of her creamy milk.

I gently stepped away from the pool being careful not to step on any of my new friends. The combination of the erotic statue and the sensations invoked by these creatures was causing me to feel slightly aroused, and the first stirrings of an erection threatened. I cast around the room, which was mostly empty except for a small stone dais or altar on the opposite side of the pool.

Then I spotted it. Against the wall stood a small chest. With my new friend perched on my shoulder I wandered over, trailed by three of his little buddies squirming across the floor.

The chest was an antique, I guessed it belonged to someone in Clementina’s ancestry. I pulled it open. Inside there was a blanket, underneath of which were what looked like old scientific instruments – a burner, some beakers and tubes, pipettes, and a journal. I picked up the journal and made a perfunctory skim through it. Some of the text looked like a personal journal, while other texts looked like lab notes. I stopped at a drawing of two creatures.

They both were like the little snake creatures I had been seeing. One was creamy white with bright blue eyes, like my little crew that were now following me around the chamber like puppies. But the other was black, and its eyes practically glowed red off the pages menacingly.



Sensitive of the time – I still had to get back to the plumbing before my mom finished with Clementina - I set the journal out and closed the chest. I would take it with me and read it later. I walked around the chamber to the altar. On the side of the altar was a switch, I pressed it.

Behind me another small door to a crawlspace popped open.

As soon as the door opened, my little entourage squeaked in alarm and retreated back to the pool. The one who had been on my shoulder made an impressive arc through the air and landed with a splash in the center of the pond. The group of them clustered at the surface of the water, watching me intently.

Whatever it was beyond that door, my new friends didn’t like it.

I bent down and peered down the new tunnel. There was no light switch, but a pale glow came from a chamber about ten feet down the crawlspace. A soft, damp odor wafted out – steamy, musky, thick. I wriggled my way down the tunnel and emerged into another large chamber.

This chamber was lit by a faint glow from a diffuse light source that came from a strange, pulsating tunnel or crawlspace at the far end of the chamber. It was narrow, only a couple feet across, and instead of being made of rock, stone, or masonry, it looked almost organic, and was a grayish pink color. It oozed grayish slime, coating the floor a couple of inches deep. I sniffed the substance and realized it was the same goop I had seen in the bottom of Clementina’s tub during my snooping expedition the other day. The licorice fragrance permeated the chamber.

The walls of the chamber were in shadow but I could make out cubbies or alcoves along the walls in several places. A half dozen dark shapes broke the surface of the slime.

Something brushed through the ooze next to my foot, I looked down but it had disappeared. Then another shape moved. It was another one of the snake things – except it was of the gray-black variety. They moved about in the slime. Unlike their creamy cousins, I didn’t get the sense of calm and serenity from them. If anything, I was left with a vague unease – but like the creamy snake creatures, I felt aroused. This arousal, however, was more urgent, and tinged with selfish need, not love.

I took a step towards the tunnel on the opposite side – the source of the ooze. But then I came up short. My eyes were adjusting slowly to the darkness. One of the dark shapes in the slime moved and I realized it was a person, a woman. She stood up and I caught my breath.

She was nude. Her reddish hair was plastered to her body with the clear slime. She was curvy in a way very similar to Clementina – large breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, meaty lobes. Also similar to Clementina, a thin stream of milk trickled from her nipples, dripping off the tip and slipping into the slime below. The slime coated her entire body.

She whispered a single word to me. “Seed.”

As if that word was an invocation, the other shapes I had seem in the slime slowly rose to their feet. There were five other women, all nude, all curvy, all covered in the same clear, earthy slime. One appeared to be in an advanced stage of pregnancy – her belly stood out, distended from the rest of her body. She moaned and crawled on top of a stone.

The red-haired woman who had emerged first stepped towards me, repeating the word “seed” again. I stepped backwards, unsure of what she was doing. Several of the black, slimy snake creatures swirled in the slime at my feet. I took another step back towards the door.

Seeing I was retreating, the woman stopped. The other women, except the pregnant one, had taken up the call of “seed” and were slipping towards the little coves in the walls of the chambers. As my eyes had adjusted I could see that there was something inside some of the alcoves, something that moved. What the hell was that? More cries of “seed” went up. The pregnant woman on the stone dais moaned again, laying on her arched back, rubbing the huge mound of a stomach that now stood above her.

I looked back at the woman in front of me. Suddenly a moment of recognition dawned on me. I knew this woman from somewhere. I couldn’t pull it up, but I knew her.

The woman in front of me whispered “seed” again. She ran her hands down her breasts, cupping the mixture of slime and milk at the tip and bringing it to her lips, taking some in her mouth but smearing more across her face and neck. Slime trickled from her lips. She slowly ran her hands down her stomach to the space between her legs. She gestured to me to approach her, whispering.

“Seed, please.”

The way she touched herself, the way she whispered, the earthy/licorice sent in the chamber, the sensations evoked by the snake creatures, I couldn’t help myself. I found myself developing an erection. One of the black snake creatures wrapped around my ankle, and I felt a surge of testosterone course through me. My cock was stiffening in my shorts. But the feelings were different from the feelings caused by the light-colored creatures. This desire was strong, demanding, insistent.

A part of me didn’t care anymore. It needed to fuck. What I felt wasn’t love. It wasn’t desire. It was animal, carnal, and basic. It was lust at its purest. And it was overwhelming. The black shapes slithering in the slime rubbed my legs, pushing me to take this woman and do with her as I wish.

I leapt forward and siezed her. I grabbed her breasts and began sucking hard, squeezing them painfully, devouring the creamy milk that came out. Though it was mixed with the earthy slime that coated everything in this chamber, it was just like the liquid that flowed from Clementina’s nipples – sweet, delicious, calming. But the calming effect did nothing to squelch the animal need that was overwhelming me. I squeezed her tits and drank greedily while she reached down and undid my shorts, pulling my cock free, stroking it, coating it and my balls with the slime that covered everything in the chamber. The ooze was filled with whatever chemical the gray snake creatures gave off, because my cock pulsated insistently – purple, hard, begging for release.

After several minutes the flow from her breasts slackened. She took my hand and led me to one of the alcoves along the wall. The sides of the cove were covered in the same slimy goop that stuck to everything in the chamber. She pushed me hard against the wall and sank down on her knees in front of me, grabbing my cock, rubbing more slime across it, and stroking it.

Several of the small, black snake creatures were swirling around my feet, around the legs of my paramour, but she seemed to take no notice. One had even slithered up her back, crawled over her shoulders, and attached to one of her nipples. Several more of the creatures were probing her body, poking at her sensitive spots and testing her orifices. She made a soft moan as two of the creatures disappeared up her asshole that was gaping and pink inside.

I thought of Clementina, and the feeling that something was moving inside of her. I tried to reason it out, but there was something in the slime, in the chemicals that the black snakes extruded, that was clouding my mind. I couldn’t think straight. The only thoughts I could clearly organize were how badly I wanted to fuck this woman who was on her knees in the slime in front of me.

She had stopped stroking my cock with her hands but had switched to using her lips. She picked up another handful of the slime from the floor of the chamber and smeared it around my cock, then roughly slammed her throat all the way down the shaft until her chin knocked against my balls. She pulled back, then again slammed her face down my cock. Again, again and again, she repeated this performance.

My cock was pulsating with my heartbeat. I probably was dribbling pre-come, but there was no way of knowing with everything being coated with the slime. Globs of the ooze squirted from from the woman’s mouth around my cock, dribbling down her neck and across her breasts.

Finally her head-rocking motions slowed and she stood. I couldn’t wait any longer. I spun her around and slammed her face-first against the wall then used three fingers to pull open her slimy, gaping slit. As I slipped my cock into her waiting, dripping cunt, a stream of warm goop backwashed out of her slit around my shaft, running down my balls and the inside of my legs. Inside her I felt the black things slither around my member, rubbing against it through the walls of her vagina, teasing me, stroking me, urging me towards a climax.

I was horrified and aroused all at once. The aroused won out. After all, I had apparently fucked Clementina with some of these things inside her. So why stop now?

I went to work, slipping slickly in and out of my slime-covered paramour, pounding my body against her, driving her face and chest into the wall as I rammed my meat in and out of her body. The lust I felt was driving me forward. It was powerful, overwhelming. My cock throbbed, my hips rocked, my stomach slapped wetly against her ass cheeks. The only feeling I knew at that moment was how badly I wanted to unload my juice into this woman’s body. My come. My jizz. My...seed.

That word again echoed through the chamber, both from the woman I was frantically pistoning from behind, and from the other occupied alcoves as well.

“Seed...seed...seed…”

Somewhere in the haze, the thought occurred to me – were there other guys in this chamber who were being fucked? I hadn’t seen any, but it was so dark, I hadn’t really seen anything clearly in the other alcoves. I did see something move, however. Was that another guy? Was Clementina running some kind of a slime fetish party underground? There were sounds consistent with fucking coming from the other alcoves.

My attempt at rationally analyzing the situation was, again, overwhelmed by my lust. I was intoxicated by the moment as I violently worked my slime-covered cock in and out of this woman’s snatch. Our slick bodies slid against each other with every stroke, lubricating our skin and our organs as we pounded towards nirvana. I grabbed her slime-slick hair and yanked her head backwards, using it for more leverage as I drove harder and harder into her cunt. My cock seemed to grow and bottom out against her cervix, but still I pushed, stretching her, making her deeper.

I gave one final massive, driving, bone-crushing thrust into the woman’s body. She screamed in something between pleasure and agony. My balls tightened. I groaned. I poured my seed out into her waiting slit. I moaned again and closed my eyes, the only sensation I was aware of was the pulsating of my cock, the rhythmic contractions of my balls, the warm, slimy slit was I unloading into, and the steady stream of thick ejaculate that was coursing out of me.

As my semen poured into the body of my paramour, the pregnant woman who was laying on the stone dais moaned again. My eyes had adjusted enough to the faint pinkish-gray glow that I could see her clearly. Her mounded stomach shook, quivered. Her moans seemed to go from sounds of pleasure to sounds of pain.

“No,” she said, trailing off from a moan to a whisper.

What happened next happened all at once. The pregnant woman moaned once more, and then her stomach exploded sending gore and bits of bone everywhere about the chamber. From the center of the well that had once been her abdomen, a dozen of the small, black snake-like creatures emerged, slithering into the murky slime that covered the floor.

I gasped in horror. At the same moment, the woman I had been fucking pushed me off her, spun me around and pressed my back against the wall of the alcove. She grasped my wrists in her hands and pushed them against the wall, then hovered her face next to mine.

“Seed,” she whispered.

Her mouth hovered inches from mine, I felt her hot moist breath on my face, smelling the earthy licorice fragrance of the slime. Slowly her mouth opened – wide, wider, impossibly wide. From inside a tiny black head emerged, red menacing eyes peered at me. The slime snake dove straight for my own open mouth.

At the same moment, something closed around my left wrist, holding it to the wall. A similar manacle slammed shut just a nanosecond after I had pulled my right hand free I grabbed at the snake creature that now had it’s head in my mouth and was forcing its way down my throat. I gagged and felt my gorge become buoyant in my stomach. I kicked the woman away from me, sending her sprawling in the slime in the chamber beyond as I fought to free my left hand while struggling to prevent this slick, slimy monster from sliding down my throat with my right.

The manacle holding my left hand wasn’t metal – it was some kind of organic material – and it hadn’t closed quite properly, so it finally popped open and I was able to bring my left hand to bear in the fight against the slime creature. I seized it with both hands even as it forced its way even further down my esophagus. My stomach wretched and I gagged as I fought the creature.

The muscle contractions from my heaving finally loosened the monster enough that I was able to pull it free from my mouth, smashing its head against a rock.

I stepped back into the main chamber. The other women had come out from the alcoves and were arrayed against me. My previous paramour lashed out and struck me across the face, knocking me backwards into another alcove. I came up short. This alcove had a person in it – a man. He was nude and was manacled to the slimy wall. His body seemed to be in the process of decomposing into the wall behind him, but he was still alive. Particularly, his cock and balls were still in the right place and a stream of semen was slowly squirting from his erection. When I entered the cubby he opened his eyes and whispered two words.

“Kill me.”

I jumped back in horror, emerging into the chamber only to have two of the women jump at me, knocking me into yet another cubby. In this one, the man was dead. He was about 80% on the way to being completely decomposed and absorbed into the slimey walls of the alcove. I spotted something shiny glinting next to the manacle where a hand once would have been.

I knew what it was. I prayed I was wrong, but I knew I was right.

I snatched the round object and felt a surge of rage. When I leapt back into the main chamber I ran straight for the exit, punching and slashing at anything that got in my way. The women were grabbing at my feet as I slithered up the crawlspace towards the door at the end – and the safety of the chamber beyond. I emerged into the hall with the two statues and the pool, slamming the door behind me and leaning against it as I caught my breath.

I looked at my closed fist, holding that object I had taken from the cubby. I knew what it was. I prayed I was wrong, but I knew I was right.

I slowly opened my fingers to reveal my father’s wedding ring.

PART V

I stared in mute horror at the object in my hand. My father’s wedding ring. One of those decomposing male corpses in the dark chamber was my father. He had died a horrifying death.

And I suddenly realized why that red-headed woman I had just fucked looked familiar. She was the assistant he disappeared with – she had a name, what was it? Dee, her name was Dee. The reason I hadn’t recognized her is because she had been slender once, but now she had changed and filled out – taking on a shape similar to Clementina – and, I realized – similar to the statue in the chamber where I now sat. I looked up at the ancient stone sculpture in front of me. The statue was an over-exaggeration of what these creatures made their hosts.

These creatures – they were parasites, at least the black ones were, I wasn’t sure about the cream-colored ones yet. When they took over a woman’s body, they did things to it, both physically and mentally.

I thought of the creature that had emerged from Dee’s mouth. If I hadn’t been able to rip it from my throat before it got inside of me, what would have happened to me? I looked up at the statue in front of me.

The female statue was comically extreme, but it was the right idea. If a guy’s cock grew to half the statue’s proportion it would be well over a foot.

But the men in the chamber beyond didn’t look like that, they were decomposing and slowly dying. Whomever this statue depicted, it wasn’t people who had been infected by the black creatures.

My eyes wandered down to the pool below. My cadre of little creamy friends were still hovering on the surface of the pool, looking at me warily.

The white creatures. The little guy I had been holding before had tried to poke into my mouth. I bet that was the answer.

I crawled to the pool. The creature that had been riding my shoulders before crawled out and sat on the lip of the pond, looking up at me. I thought of opening my mouth, letting him slip in, seeing what happened. Part of me wanted that. But I realized that if I was wrong, I was fucked. I glanced over at the journal that still sat on the chest in the corner. I bet that held the answers.

I petted the creamy snake creature, then got up and wiped the slime and blood off myself as best I could.

I still needed to finish the plumbing job before Clementina came back. Until I got this sorted out, I needed to play it cool. I needed to talk to my mother. We needed a strategy. And we needed to read this journal.

Looking down, I suddenly realized I was still naked and my clothes were in the chamber with the women and the corpses. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain that, but I wasn’t going back in there after them.

I made my way back out into the basement chamber I had started in, slid the fake pile of rocks back in place, and went to work on the pipes as best as I could with shaking hands.

As I worked, I thought about what I had just witnessed. It was horrifying, but it was also unbelievable. If my mother and I went to the authorities and told them about this, we would have ended up in the psyche ward. For better or for worse, this was our problem to deal with.

I worked as quickly as I could, and in about an hour I was ready to turn the water back on. As I made my way through the crawlspaces to the water shut off, my phone chimed. It was a text from my mother.

“How much longer?” she asked.

“About to turn on water. Hopefully no leaks,” I shot back. “Have fun?”

“Yes – no - hard to explain – but I need you back here soon. You learn anything?” came the text back.

“I have bad news.” I texted a picture of my father’s ring.

“Oh fuck,” she replied, and a second later another message came back. It was a photo of Clementina. She was naked, hog-tied, and laying in the bathtub, a layer of slime coating her and the bottom of the tub. Next to the tub was white bucket with a piece of wood on top of it, weighted down with several volumes of an encyclopedia. I could see a shadow of something inside the bucket. I was pretty sure I knew what was slithering within.

This was followed by a selfie of my mother naked, covered in slime.

“We have a lot to talk about,” her text said. “Wrap up and get back here.”

“You don’t fucking know the half of it,” I replied, including a similar selfie of myself naked, covered in slime, mud, and blood. “Be there in a few.”

I finished up, wrapped myself in a towel from Clementina’s closet, and made my way home.

My mother was standing in the front hall when I came in. We stood there for a moment, naked, staring at each other, then the moment broke and we fell into each other’s arms. It wasn’t an erotic embrace, it was a sad, tired, emotionally drained embrace.

We finally separated.

“What the fuck happened?” I asked. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Clementina lay in the tub, coated in slime, naked and hog-tied, like I had seen in the pic.

“Fuck both of you,” Clementina spat, anger and rage glowing in her eyes. “When I get free, you will pay. I will devour your souls.”

A convulsion shook her body and a spout of slime shot from her mouth. She shook again.

With that convulsion, a change came over her. The rage drained from her face, and a calmer demeanor took over.

“Please, help me…” she whispered. Then another convulsion, and the rage returned. She glowered at us silently.

“She’s been going back and forth like this for the past hour,” my mom said, shaking her head.

“How...what…Jesus Christ...” I stammered.

My mom sighed and began her account of the past few hours.

“She came over as planned,” she said. “We flirted a little, I opened a bottle of wine – nothing beats a little day drinking when you are trying to buy time. I showed lots of skin – so did she. We both knew what we were after, so it didn’t take long before we were making out on the couch. Once we got past the kissing stage and got naked, she took over. She was no stranger to satisfying a woman. Oh. My. God. That girl can do things with her tongue that make me all wet just thinking about it. The first round of sex was hard, fast, intense and incredible. We ended up on the living room floor in a 69 and we both came hard.”

My mom shook her head and sighed as she continued.

“As we cooled a bit, she rolled over on top of me and asked me how many more rounds I was up for. I told her as many as she wanted, and I meant it. Honestly, I hoped you would hurry up so you could join us. I knew that some of my euphoria came from her breast milk – which was everything you said it would be and more – but also just from her being such an incredible lover. I had surrendered to the experience.

“I was laying on my back on the floor, and she was on all fours above me, her face above mine. She told me to open my mouth and close my eyes because she had a surprise for me. Stupidly I did what she told me.”

My mom nudged the bucket by the tub with her toe. Something rustled slickly inside.

“Let me guess,” I said. “A black snake-like thing came out of her mouth and tried to get down your throat, right?”

“Yes!” my mother exclaimed. “Oh my God, how did you know? I realized what was happening and managed to grab it before it got too far in. I threw it in the corner against the wall and I think I stunned it because it stopped moving for awhile. That let me focus on Clementina, who had begun to rage and attack me. I rolled out from under her and got to my feet. For the first time ever, those kick boxing classes came in handy outside of the gym. I knocked her out, tied her up and dumped her slimy little friend in a bucket. Then I texted you.”

I shook my head. There was a pause in the conversation as we stood there, watching Clementina vacillate back and forth between threatening to kill us and begging us for help.

“So what happened to you?” my mom finally prompted gesturing at my slimy, muddy, bloody body. I filled her in on everything that had gone on in Clementina’s cellar and the chambers beyond, showing her the photos on my phone of the statue, the chambers. Finally I fetched the journal and my father’s wedding ring from my tool bag.

When I showed my mother the wedding band, tears welled up in her eyes.

“He was always so distant,” she said. “I wasn’t upset with losing him to another woman, because I knew he never really was mine. But for him to die this way, I never would have asked that for my worst enemy, let alone the man I once loved with all my heart.” She leaned against me and I held her while she cried, and I wept next to her.

After a few minutes, we composed ourselves.

“So, what do we do now?” my mom asked, still sniffling. “Any ideas?”

I looked down at Clementina, who still was shifting back and forth between pleas for help and spews of hatred. I knelt beside her and waited for the calmer side to take over for a moment. When her eyes cleared, I spoke to her.

“What do we do? How can we help you?” I asked.

She seemed unable to speak, but her eyes roved then locked. I followed her gaze. It rested on the journal. I picked it up and looked back at her. She nodded, then another surge took over and she convulsed. When she stopped shaking, she began hurling insults at us again.

I pulled the journal open and began flipping through the pages, honing in on the page I had seen earlier in the cellar – the one with the two diagrams of the creatures. I read the text around them, my mother reading over my shoulder.

The creatures were called (in the notes) phallites. Despite the seriousness of the situation I had to suppress a giggle. Whoever named them definitely had a sense of humor. There were two types, dark and light. They were parasites, and would invade the human body through whatever orifice they could find – mouth, anus, vagina. Though they had very similar lifecycles, the impacts on the host were markedly different.

The cream-colored creatures were mostly benign. They would live in the human body and cause some changes to the sexual features of the host – making women curvy and inducing lactation, while adding inches and semen quantity to the men’s organs. But their primary impact was just to give their host a sense of peace and comfort, basically making them just happy and horny. Once a year, a woman who was hosting a parasite would find herself “pregnant” with a litter of little creatures, who would be born after a couple months, doing no harm to the host.

The dark colored phallites were different. They, too, invaded human hosts, but their affects were highly destructive. Men would slowly rot from the inside out with their cocks being the last thing to die, spewing a steady stream of semen. The dark phallites needed semen to reproduce, and once a litter was conceived in a woman, she was doomed because the birthing process killed her – like the woman I had seen in the chamber. Shivers ran down my spine at the memory.

Dark phallites infected a person in pairs. They would breed, lay their eggs, then they would go their separate ways in search of new hosts. Like the woman who tried to infect me. White phallites sometimes infected in pairs, sometimes alone, and usually tended to hang out with a host for awhile, since it was a mutually beneficial relationship.

My mother and I stood in the bathroom – naked, slimy, muddy, bloody – for over an hour, paging through the journal, talking about what it said, trying to establish some kind of contact with the “good” side of Clementina. There was a lot in the journal – more than we could get through in just the time we had – and a lot didn’t make sense or was hard to interpret. And we felt a time pressure because we had to sort out the situation soon before Clementina came completely apart.

One thing we learned for sure. Once a person had a dark phallite inside of them, there was only one way to get them out without killing the host. That was to infect them with a light colored phallite. Then a person with a light colored phallite inside of them had to have sex with the victim. At the point of orgasm, the dark phallite could be driven out by the white, and that was when you grabbed it and destroyed it.

Easy…?

There remained a lot of questions I hoped would be resolved once we had saved Clementina. Like exactly how did she get infected? Did she know about this place before? Who wrote this journal? Just what the fuck was going on here?

I made a trip to Clementina’s basement and returned with a two light colored phallites in a bucket. While I was away my mother had washed up Clementina, then taken a quick shower herself to wash away the slime. When I returned, they were both still naked but clean, and Clementina was still tied up. My mother sent me to the other shower to wash up while she made the preparations for what we were about to do.

Finally, still naked, my mother and I stood over Clementina in the tub.

“So, do you want to be the one with the little monster inside of you or should I?” my mother asked. I looked down at the two little guys in the bucket beside me. I had brought back the one who had ridden around on my shoulder. I think I had kind of accepted I would be the one to take the hit. After all, I had developed a bond with the little dude.

“Might as well be me,” I said.

“Well take good notes,” my mom replied. “Maybe I will try one someday.” I looked at her and smiled, trying to picture her with large, milky breasts, wide hips, long labia. My cock stirred.

She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips, her breasts touching my chest, her hips brushing my cock, which she gave a quick stroke. She held the kiss and the stroke for a moment then pulled back.

“For luck,” she said, and winked.

I put my hand down in the bucket and the light phallite crawled up my arm and onto my shoulder. He nibbled my ear, then leaned forward and bumped my lips.

“Here goes,” I said, and opened my mouth.

After my experience with dark phallite I had expected something unpleasant. But it was just about painless. In a second he was gone. I have no idea how he made his way from my throat to running loose inside my body without doing me grave harm, but he did, because I quickly felt the creature move downwards inside me, past my ribcage, past my stomach, and settle down near my cock.

My mother and I looked at each other, and I shrugged.

“That was strange,” I started. “But I don’t feel anything diff-”

I froze. A surge of chemicals shot through my body – adrenaline, testosterone, serotonin, who knows what else. I was engulfed by a sense of peace, calm, and love, but also a sense of desire. I felt my cock stir and I looked down.

My cock was rock hard. The blue veins along the side pulsated and seemed to grow thicker and wider, spidering around my cock like a corkscrew. For a moment I became worried they were going to burst, but their growth stopped and instead my cock began to grow to match the veins. First the head thickened, expanding outward, until I looked like I had a purple-tipped mushroom on a pink veiny stem. The aperture at the tip stretched gaped, dribbling something – slime? - in globs that slipped down the shaft. Then the shaft itself stretched outward and grew in both length and girth.

I squeezed a drop of the clear fluid from my cock and lifted it to my nose. Licorice. Slime, definitely slime. I didn’t know if I was producing it or the creature was producing it, but either way, I had slime dribbling from my cock. That both turned me on and horrified me all at once. My mother bent down and licked some of the slime from the cock head.

The pink-purple flesh of the shaft was growing – seeming almost to squirm as it expanded, thicker, wider, pulsating with a life of its own. When the growth was finished, I estimated I was around 14 inches long with a monstrous pink-purple head at the tip.

My mother was watching this and was pretty clearly turned on. If the situation hadn’t been so serious, and if there weren’t lives possibly at stake, I think she would have swallowed the other white phallite right there.

“Wow, my turn later,” she said, still staring at the monster cock that was sticking out from between my legs. Then she mentally came back to the current situation, and gave me a grim look. We turned to our friend in the tub.

The “good” side of Clementina happened to be in charge at the moment. She looked at the remaining white phallite and opened her mouth wide. My mom picked up the other creature and hovered it over Clementina’s mouth. I hadn’t been dealing with these little slime snakes for very long, but the look on that little white creatures face as it prepared to leap down her throat made me feel a little bit bad for the dark phallite that I knew was inside Clementina. That sucker didn’t stand a chance.

My mom let go and inside it went. Clementina closed her eyes and a sense of calm settled over her. The convulsions slowed, stopped. She rolled over in the tub onto all fours and pointed her ass in the air, exposing her ass and slit for my attack. A combination of come and slime dribbled from her slit and from her ass.

I looked down at her ass. Not for the first time, I looked at her asshole and considered what it would be like to slide my cock inside that hole instead of her vagina. But I knew what was at stake. I had to remain focused.

“You better get going before she changes her mind,” my mother said.

“My cock is huge,” I said. “I’m afraid I might hurt her.”

My mother shook her head, and so did Clementina.

“She has a phallite in her too, so I doubt it,” my mom said. “And even if you do, you won’t hurt her any more than the dark phallites are.” She reached down and ran a hand along my slimy shaft. A shiver went through me. She gently guided me into the tub, and even hovered my cock right above Clementina’s waiting slit.

“Ready?” she asked. I nodded.

She parted Clementina’s meaty lobes, then gave my cock a final stroke, and positioned it between Clementina’s slime-covered labia. Slime dribbled from my own cock and the mixture of the two ran down Clementina’s thighs.

I slowly began sliding into her waiting, slightly gaped hole.

As soon as my thick tip penetrated the folds of her slit, Clementina shuddered. I continued sliding in carefully. Her pink pussy parted readily, taking my super-sized cock without hesitation. When I reached halfway I bumped into the thick ring of her cervix, but I didn’t stop, pressing further in, stretching out her birth canal like she had begged me to do the other night. Deeper and deeper I went past ten inches inside, past a foot, finally the base of my balls bumped against her large, engorged clit. I was fully inside her and I knew she could have taken more.

As soon as I reached maximum penetration I felt something move inside Clementina. It slithered up along the shaft of my cock through the walls of her vagina. Clementina shook, her stomach muscles tightened. The thing squeezed my cock, hard, as if wanting to force me back out. Both Clementina and I groaned.

“Fuck her!” my mom said, urgently.

Clementina had her head down, her black hair cascading over her face, blocking it from my view. My mom slapped my ass hard, and urged me again. I slipped back out and slid back in.

“Harder! Faster!” my mom called. “Get fucking busy!”

The slime coming from Clementina’s slit, and the slime coming from my cock sluiced around my shaft as I worked it in and out, making a slick sucking sound and pouring down my legs, around Clementina’s thighs. I picked up the pace. A groan emerged from Clementina, though I didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain.

The thing that had been wrapped around my cock as I fucked Clementina loosened its hold. Suddenly she gave another convulsion as I felt a second shape inside of her, hovering near my swollen member as I rammed it in and out. That must have been the white phallite.

“Fuck her harder!” my mom called, and for the first time Clementina spoke too, urging me harder, faster. I picked up the pace, my stomach slamming against her ass, my balls against her engorged clit. I leaned forward and reached around, squeezing her breasts, feeling the trickle of milk that was flowing. I cupped some in my hand and brought it to my mouth, drinking the sweet, creamy goodness, feeling the surge of wellness that came with it.

Clementina convulsed again. My mother gently lifted Clementina’s hair out her way as she shook and wretched, a cascade of slime and some of her stomach contents spewing from her mouth. Seeing her vomit made me slow, but Clementina snarled.

“Don’t stop,” she croaked, between heaves.

I reached down and felt her stomach as I fucked. I could feel my immense cock inside of her, pressed against the front wall of her abdomen, and beside it, I felt two shapes. They weren’t touching but I had the feeling of two prize fighters sizing each other up. Then suddenly one lunged at the other. I didn’t know which was which, but all at once they became one single, roiling, indistinct shape. Clementina’s stomach shook, quivered, with the battle taking place inside of her.

As I paid attention to the skirmishing phallites, I had slowed my pace. Clementina wretched again, then again incited me to go faster.

“Fuck it, Russel,” my mom said. “Stop slacking and fuck her!” She slapped my ass again.

I grabbed Clementina’s substantial hips and worked her with my monstrous cock like a man possessed. I knew I needed to bring her, and myself, to a climax, and I needed to do so before the white phallite inside her ran out of steam. So I went to work.

“That’s it,” my mom urged. “Pound that thing right out of her.”

All 14 inches of me were fully engaged. I felt every bump of the muscles in Clementina’s snatch rub up against the sides of my cock. Her occasional wretches and convulsions sent waves of muscle-tightening through her body as her vagina grabbed hold of my cock with each twitch. Some sort of weird vaginal sheath gripped my cock and slid in and out of Clementina as I stroked. Sensations of pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt wafted through me. I felt the knot of the two creatures inside her loosen.

My balls began to tighten, constricting towards climax. Sweat rolled down my face and chest. Clementina’s body was slick with her perspiration, her hair matted to her back, her face rocking back and forth between joy and the heaves that were coursing through her. I was almost there. She was almost there.

One of the phallites inside of her – I prayed it was the dark one – shot upwards towards her throat. She vomited again as I groaned and the first shot of my thick orgasm emptied into her body. I felt her pussy tighten around me – first in a heave, then in an orgasm.

She heaved again, then again, as we both came hard and heavy. Every contraction of my balls sending a mixture of slime and semen deeper and deeper into Clementina.

Clementina reared back, her mouth wide open and pointing almost straight upward, her breasts jutting forward, her back against my chest, the back of her head on my shoulder. Slime and bile poured from her lips, running down her chin and neck to her chest where it mixed with the milk still flowing from her wide brown nipples and continued downwards - across the distension caused by my cock pressing against her abdomen.

A tiny black head with angry beady eyes poked from her mouth.

My mother leapt forward, seizing the creature by the neck. Clementina retched again as my mother tore the thing from her throat and in one single motion deftly threw it in the bucket with the other dark phallite, clamping the lid down securely.

Clementina moaned, slime and bile still dribbling down her heaving body. I felt her orgasm ebb as my own slackened, my newly-expanded cock losing some of its tone. She slipped forward, back onto all fours, then slid down, popping free of my cock. The sheath that had coated my cock hung loosely from her stretched cunt as she slid down into the slime that now coated the bottom of the tub. I leaned back against the wall of the tub enclosure, feeling the cool tile against my skin as the last of my semen dripped from my cock.

I was exhausted and barely conscious as my mother gently helped me up and led me to my bed. As I lay in bed, drifting off towards sleep, somewhere in the fog I was vaguely aware of the sound of her carefully helping Clementina down the hallway to the guest room.

I thought of my mother playing nursemaid to the two of us. My last thought was casually wondering if she was going to put on any clothes or just continue to care for us naked. Probably the latter if I knew my mother. Then I blacked out...

PART VI

I woke up late the next morning with a minor headache and well over a foot of morning wood that left me wondering if there was any blood left to take care of the rest of my bodily needs. I think my cock was still growing a little from the light phallite.

I sat on the side of the bed, rubbing my eyes, waiting for the erection to come down, which it did, thankfully. Finally I pulled on some shorts and wandered downstairs. Clementina and my mother were sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee, my mom in her usual sleepwear of cut-off T-shirt and yoga shorts, Clementina in a robe she borrowed from my mom. I grabbed a cup and sat down.

There was a moment of somewhat awkward silence, then Clementina put her hand on my arm.

“Russel,” she said. “I am so sorry for what I did to you, what I forced you to do, and what you had to do to save me. That wasn’t me, it was those monsters, and I am sorry.”

“It’s okay, Clementina,” I said, then smiled. Hoping to lighten the mood, I added, “If it hadn’t been forced, the sex would have been great, right Mom?”

My mother chided me.

“Russel!” she said, and I realized that I had committed a faux pas.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “That was crass and insensitive. Please forgive me. And I apologize for being a peeping tom.”

Clementina nodded and put her hand on my arm.

“These are difficult circumstances,” she said. Our eyes met for a moment, then she looked away. I couldn’t help but notice the blush that crept up her chest above the robe that was open just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage.

Looking to change the topic quickly. “Can you tell us what happened?” I asked.

Clementina sighed, nodded.

“How much have you read from the journals?” she asked.

My mother piped up. “Only about enough to save you,” she said.

Clementina nodded. “There’s so much to tell. Where to begin. When my great-grandfather was adding the final wing on the house, they discovered the chambers you found. They had been there for centuries and were full of these friendly little cream-colored parasites. Apparently the Native Americans knew of them, and the Norse also were aware of them, encountering the caves during one of their ancient forays into North America. We don’t know who put the statues down there, we just know they are old.

“We lived with the creatures near us for many years, but most of my family didn’t take any of them on as hosts. A few did, but having family members with extreme sexual characteristics tended to make the relatives uncomfortable. So generally we frowned on it.

“When I was young, I was curious and rebellious, so I took on a cream colored phallite. For a few years I was quite the wild child. But eventually my parasite died when I was in my early 30s, and I settled down. By that point, we were considering selling the farm, and someone had to stay behind to keep an eye on the phallites. Since I was the one who had taken on a parasite earlier in life, the task fell on me. I have fought the temptation to allow another cream colored phallite inside of me since mine died. I was raised on a farm with certain values, and despite my wild period, I guess I am still a little old fashioned.

“You are probably wondering where the dark creatures came from. My uncle was a geneticist. He thought he could improve the phallites by making them more social, so he became obsessed with the idea of crossing the light phallites with social insects. Specifically, he picked ants.

“Shockingly, he succeeded in injecting ant DNA into phallites. Unfortunately, he created a monster. Dark phallites are still the sexual parasites their cream colored brethren are, but they are different. They reproduce by destroying the women who host them, and by turning the men into nothing but semen pumps – until they rot. They have a single queen who is located at the end of that tunnel you probably saw in the far chamber. She doesn’t produce the colony’s offspring, she produces eggs that contain special phallites that can create more queens. The colony spreads by injecting these creatures into a host and sending her out into the world. That’s me. I’m the vanguard. It takes two dark phallites to completely control a host. If a host passes one of their dark phallites into another, they have to return to the nest to get a new second or run the risk of losing control. That’s what happened to me and why you were able to purge me.”

Clementina stopped and sighed.

“My uncle created these horrible creatures,” she continued. “He then destroyed them – purging that far chamber and turning it back into a haven for the cream-colored creatures. We thought that the dark phallites were gone forever. And they were, until a couple months ago. My sister, Ona, had come for a visit. She and I had gone down to check on the phallites and she found, wedged between a couple of boulders, and old dark phallite egg. What on earth was she thinking? She brought it upstairs and hatched it. Lord forgive her, she turned it into a sex toy and used it to edge herself. She had forgotten the horrible lessons my uncle had learned.”

Clementina lowered her head into her hands. I put a hand on her shoulder. She spoke but kept her eyes downcast.

“You can probably guess what happened. Ona lost control of the creature. He got loose and managed to get inside of her. He turned her into the queen, and she turned me into the vanguard...a...a monster. Then she crawled into that fucking tunnel and has been there ever since.”

“So Ona is down there at the end of that tunnel?”

Clementina nodded. “The phallites take care of her, feed her, bring her anything she needs, even satisfying her sexually. Her only job is to spit out an egg every month or so.”

“How long has she been in there?”

“A couple of months. This is so horrible…” She dropped her head into her hands again.

“How long will it take you to recover?” I asked. “And your sister.”

“I should be better in a day or two. My sister as well, once she is free. They do little long term harm to their queen, as long as we get her out of there soon.”

I looked at my mom.

“So,” I said. “To fix this situation, we need to go down there, drag out the women in the chamber and purge them, then go get your sister and purge her.”

Clementina interrupted. “It is probably already too late for the women. Most of those women were already pregnant. And the one you inseminated would have been the last. It only takes about ten to twelve hours for the creatures to gestate. I doubt any of them are still alive. And it’s more complicated than that. You first need to kill all the dark phallites in the chamber. Then the queen, my sister, will come out of her tunnel with an egg and try to create another vanguard.”

“And that’s when we get her,” my mom said. “And purge her then kill the eggs.”

Clementina nodded. “I will do the final purge. She’s my sister.”

“I don’t want to sound crass again,” I said. “But you don’t have the same equipment as I do. Will you be able to do the job? And will you be recovered by then?”

Clementina nodded. “I will be fine in a day or two. And I just need a big enough strap on. It will take you a couple days to clear out the chamber, and Amazon has next day delivery.” She smiled, then met my eyes again, flipped to my mom’s, then back to mine. When she looked down again, that blush was creeping up her chest again.

I shook my head to bring my focus back to the task at hand. “So how many dark phallites are there down there now? And how do we kill them en masse without harming Ona? It’s going to be hard with all that slime on the floor.”

“There are probably fifty or sixty, more or less. My uncle used an iron rake to push them into plastic bags that he fed into the wood chipper. The chipper is still out in the barn. And there are other, easier entrances into the chambers down there than the one you found – one is a tunnel that runs from the newest wing of the house, and the other is a tunnel that leads right up to the barn. Just dig a pit near the barn, point the chipper at it, and you can easily drag the bags out and into the chipper.”

“Jesus Christ,” I murmured. “That’s brutal. Is there an easier, more humane way?”

“Humane?” Clementina laughed. “Russel, you are amazing to think of kindness and humaneness at a time like this. I admire you. Sadly, there isn’t much you can do in the way of being humane. Wood chipper. Axe. Sledge Hammer. Choose your poison. And you will also want to clean all the old slime and organic material off the walls, too, and dump that in the pit. There’s a pump and old fire hose out in the barn you can use to pump out the chamber.”

“Well,” I said to my mom. “Ready to do some digging?”

Clementina was out of energy and had to go lay back down. My mom and I gathered our gear and headed over toward’s Clementina’s.

“So, how’s the little guy doing?” my mom asked me as we walked over to Clementina’s barn to get digging, pointing generally in the direction of my abdomen.

“I had a pretty serious case of morning wood when I first woke up, but mostly he’s been quiet. I’m not sure I’m much in the mood for sex right now anyway. But I have to say, while I didn’t like the coercion, I still wouldn’t mind an occasional fuck from Clementina, of my own free will and all that.”

My mom laughed and punched me playfully in the shoulder.

“I bet you wouldn’t mind,” she said, grinning. “Me too. Did you see the way she looked at us, and those little blushes?”

I nodded, smiling.

“I’m curious to see where things go,” I said. My mom and I hugged each other’s shoulders briefly.

Then we got to the barn, and the moment faded as we were faced with the reality of what we had to do.

My mom and I spent the rest of the day up by Clementina’s barn digging a six-feet-deep trench. We dug mostly in silence, with just the minimal chatter about the depressing task at hand.

The next morning we went out and got large contractor plastic bags and gas for the chipper. I won’t give graphic details about day two of the dark phallite extermination, except to say we used the rakes to herd the little monsters into the bags, then dumped them into the chipper. It was brutal, disheartening, and bloody work. The slime was several inches deep, so we used the pump and hose to suction it out, revealing all the little cracks and crevices where the monsters hid.

The dark phallite hunt and slime removal (though more continued to to pour out from the tunnel leading to Ona) took all day. We saved two dark phallites alive since Ona would emerge once they were all dead. We left them in a bucket in the chamber and went home to bed.

Day three of the dark phallite extermination dawned warm, humid, and misty. It was still early as my mother and I made our way up to Clementina’s barn, then down into the chamber. Clementina came with us, carrying a box from Amazon. My mother was wearing a light-colored, two-piece athletic swimsuit, and I was in just shorts. Clementina had worn shorts and a sports bra.

Over night, the slime slipping from the tunnel to Ona had coated the floor to an inch or two depth.

I carried the bucket with the two remaining dark phallites up to the wood chipper and dumped them in. The last of the dark phallites was dead. I walked down the steps back into the chamber.

While I had been outside, Clementina had disrobed and now was nude, donning a massive strap-on that had to be almost eighteen inches long and almost as big around as my wrist. I gasped.

“Jeez, Clementina, she’s your sister. Go easy on her.”

“Fuck her, after what she did she’s going to take all of it,” Clementina replied.

I went to the chamber with the white phallites and returned with one perched on my shoulder, ready for when Ona appeared.

The entrance to the tunnel leading to the queen’s chamber glowed a light pink that cast a light glow about the chamber. We sat in silence, our ears straining to hear the slightest murmur coming down the tunnel, any sign that Ona was ready to emerge.

Nothing.

We waited an hour. Then another. It was getting towards late morning. How long would this take?

We were approaching three hours. We were all getting tired of waiting. The slime on the floor was slippery so by now we had all fallen at least once. We were all coated in slime. Clementina still wore her monster dong and looked like she was ready to do some damage once her sister emerged.

“I don’t want to be negative,” I said finally. “But are you sure she’s still alive?”

“I can feel her,” Clementina said. “She’s almost ready to make her appearance.”

As she said that a murmur whispered down the tunnel from the queen’s chamber. We all turned. A fresh surge of slime slipped from the now pulsating pink tunnel, followed by a moan – I’m not sure if it was pleasure or pain. It was followed by faint sounds of heavy breathing and soft whining. Another surge of slime slipped from the tunnel and spread out across the floor.

Down the tunnel I could see a shadow starting to move, making its way down towards the main chamber where the three of us waited. It came slowly, wetly. We could hear the sound of someone wriggling through the narrow, slimy tunnel.

Another surge of slime coursed through the tunnel and like a tidal wave pushed Ona the rest of the way, dumping her slickly on all fours in the slime on the floor under the tunnel. She slowly slipped to her feet.

She was like her sister – over six feet tall with long black hair. Much of her body was that of a phallite host – wide hips, thick dangling lobes, and narrow waist. But her large, milky, pendulous breasts had wide nipples that were jet black with long erect tips. From the midnight aureoles, scraggly lines emanated outwards across the fleshy mounds. Yet still, it was her face that was the most startling – her eyes had deep, black circles around them with the same scraggly lines spreading outwards across her face. Her lips were black as night and her eyes were a glowing fiery red without any discernible pupils – like the eyes of the dark phallites.

Ona looked at the three of us, then focused in on her sister, taking in the huge dildo strapped to her hips.

“Really, sister,” Ona said. “I didn’t realize you wanted to pick up where we left off after I infected you. Had I known that I might have come out earlier.”

Clementina turned beet red.

“I’m not responsible for what happened after you put that monster inside of me,” she spat back.

“And what about the things we did when we were younger, when we both had the light phallites inside of us? You were so much more fun back then. Can you blame me trying to bring back the good old days?”

“You used to have a light phallite inside of you?” I asked Ona, interrupting the reunion.

“Of course,” she said. “Both Clementina and I took them on. We were young, and we were lovers. But when hers died she wouldn’t take another. I did. My second one died earlier this year, so I came back for a new passenger. And to try to convince my sister to join me. It’s not too late, Clementina.”

Clementina was looking at the floor.

“So you two were lovers?” I asked her.

Clementine sighed.

“Yes,” she said. “When we were young. It was a mistake…”

“It was beautiful!” Ona spat. “You know it was. And now that you have been tasting the slime of the phallites again, you know it’s true. I can read it in your eyes. Return to me, Clementina.”

Clementina looked down at the floor. The blush coursed up her neck again. Ona stepped forward, reaching out to her sister, taking her in her arms.

At first the hug was sisterly, loving. But as they embraced, their bodies slipped slickly across each other’s skin. A thigh slipped between two other thighs, milky breasts touched and slid against each other. Hands roamed.

Clementina and Ona leaned back from each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Ona kissed Clementina on the lips, then leaned down and began suckling at her sister’s breasts.

Clementina closed her eyes, her face a mask of pleasure as her sister sucked at the creamy milk that now flowed from her breasts. Ona reached a hand down and slipped it between Clementina’s thighs, parting her thick lobes, and sliding a finger into her. Clementina moaned as one finger became two, then three.

Ona ran her tongue up Clementina’s breasts, up her neck, until her mouth was perched right across from her sister’s.

“Come to me Clementina,” she whispered again. “Join me. We can be queens together. Everything we need will be provided for. We can live in each other’s arms, living only for each other, only to pleasure each other. We will be more than sisters, more than lovers, more than human. It will be beautiful.”

Clementina opened her eyes. She and Ona gazed at each other lovingly. Slowly Ona opened her mouth, wider and wider. Slime poured out of Ona’s mouth and coursed down her distended throat and neck and across her breasts, mingling with the milk that trickled from her midnight nipples.

A tiny black head with beady eyes emerged from Ona’s mouth.

Clementina recoiled in horror, falling backwards into the slime.

My mom struck out with a vicious kick.

“Fuck this,” she spat, as she sent Ona tumbling to the side.

Then everything happened at once.

The dark phallite that was trying to infect Clementina had been knocked completely free of both the sisters and was now wriggling in a corner, making a beeline for Clementina. I snatched it up and dashed it against a rock – its head a bloody mess.

My mother landed another kick on Ona that left her dazed and within a moment she was hog tied and laying in the slime on the floor.

Clementina was on all fours in the slime, wretching. She looked over at her sister. “You bitch!”

Ona squirmed and wriggled, trying to free herself, but my mom had grown up on a farm, and she knew how to tie up something so it couldn’t come free.

Ona cursed.

“All of you will suffer once I get free. Even you, you bitch!” she spat at Clementina.

Ona convulsed and shook. Now with just one dark phallite inside of her she was going through the back-and-forth that Clementina had experienced up in our bathroom the other day.

Ona’s eyes cleared for a moment – the red slipped away, to be replaced by normal human eyes. She looked up at me, seeing the cream-colored phallite still perched on my shoulder.

“It’s time,” she said. “I’ve made a horrible mistake. Please set me free. I’ll do anything you want, just please help me.”

Clementina climbed to her feet and stood beside me, stroking the huge strap-on, but I pushed her back.

“My father is dead because of you, Ona,” I said. “Clementina said she wanted to be the one to drive the dark phallite out of you, but I claim blood right. You are mine, bitch, and you fucking belong to me until I decide otherwise.”

“I’m sorry,” Ona said. “Whatever you want when I am free, it’s yours. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck you,” I swore, and slapped her across the face. I seized Ona’s hair and jerked her head back, forcing her mouth open. The cream colored phallite on my shoulder seemed to know what was expected, because it gave an angry squeak and jumped straight down Ona’s throat.

As with Clementina, once the creature was down Ona’s throat, she started convulsing. Slime coursed from her mouth, from her ass, from her slit, with each heave. I flipped her over so her ass was in the air. Like Clementina, she had the phallite host ass – wide with a perfect asshole sitting in the center.

I pulled off my shorts and stood nude before Ona’s dribbling cunt and asshole. My phallite-modified cock had come to full attention and over a foot of hard purple meat pulsed in front of me, slime dribbling from the tip in a steady stream.

“Can you purge a dark phallite with anal or does it have to be vaginal?” I asked Clementina.

“I don’t know,” she hissed. “To be safe, let’s do both of this bitches holes.”

We grabbed Ona’s legs, pulling them apart and anchoring the ropes around boulders. Clementina lay down underneath her sister. I lifted Ona up and slid her pussy slowly down the monster dong her sister wore. Ona’s meaty labia parted easily, making room for the immense strap-on without much effort at all. It only took a few seconds before Ona sat on top of the entire thing, straddling her sister. She wretched, sending another round of slime down her chest and across Clementina’s tits and stomach.

I pushed her forward, exposing her asshole that was open and gaping from the dildo inside her cunt – and from the look of it, her ragged asshole was no stranger to being penetrated. A steady stream of slime poured out – pushed out from the pressure the dildo exerted. Several inches of crinkly flesh prolapsed out from Ona’s stretched sphincter, and from the center a translucent sheath slid free, similar to the sheath from Clementina’s cunt. My mom appeared beside me and gave my cock a couple strokes, then slid two fingers from each hand into the hole at the center of Ona’s rosebud, revealing the pinkish-red anal tunnel gaping in front of me.

Ever since that first night when I saw Clementina’s asshole in the crawlspace in her basement, I had been thinking what it would be like to fuck a hot phallite-ass. Now it was time to find out. I gave my phallite-cock another stroke then slipped the head inside Ona’s stretched hole.

Ona moaned, then heaved out a fresh wave of slime and vomit. I continued to push in - three inches, six, nine, a foot. Ona moaned again. I could feel the two phallites jockeying for position around the two huge shafts that were penetrating Ona’s holes. Finally my balls bumped up against the dildo that Clementina wore. We were both all the way in.

The two phallites spun around the twin cocks – one real, one artificial – inside Ona. The sensation was incredible. I pulled out a few inches and slipped back in, beginning a slow pumping motion. My cock rode up and down the underside of Clementina’s dildo. The dong had a soft-but-firm feeling that felt good as my body pressed against it through the walls of Ona’s ass and her vagina. The slime from my cock and the slime from her ass sluiced out her anus and down my thighs. Ona’s anal sheath gripped my meat and slid in and out of her ass along with my cock. I pulled all the way out and stretched her pink-translucent sheath almost eighteen inches outside of her gaped sphincter before I drove my meat back into her yawning asshole.

I picked up my pace as a fresh wave of heaves coursed through Ona. I felt her muscles tighten around her ass with each wretch, more slime poured from her mouth.

I reached around Ona and felt her stomach. I could feel two shafts inside, the artificial dildo and my cock. They were side-by-side, and I pressed them against each other harder, sending another wave of pleasure through me, even as Ona heaved again.

I felt Ona’s breasts, feeling the warm milk that trickled from her nipples, then reached down and felt Clementina’s chest as well – one hand on each of the two sisters.

“What are you waiting for?” my mother asked. “Fuck that thing out of her.”

I had become so taken by the pleasure that I almost forgot the reason we were here. I picked up the pace, knowing I needed to finish before the light phallite ran out of steam. I adjusted my stance and grabbed Ona’s wide hips, grinding in and out of her asshole, her anal sheath gripping my cock. Clementina grabbed her dong with both hands, holding it steady so I could get better leverage.

The slime continued to pour from my cock, mixing with Ona’s, lubricating her asshole. I pounded my phallite-cock in and out, in and out. The chamber resounded with the slick sound of my cock reaming Ona’s asshole, and my stomach slamming her wide ass with each stroke.

The heaves were coursing through Ona. I began to worry if she was even able to breathe between slimy wretches. The muscles in her asshole were constantly tightening as her body tried to expel the dark phallite. With each tightening I shivered in pleasure as she squeezed my cock even harder, forcing me to push harder to slide my member through the slimy orifice.

The phallites had raced up to the top of my cock, then one leapt towards Ona’s throat and hovered there.

I felt my balls start to tighten, and Ona’s muscle’s squeezed again – this time in an orgasm. I gave one – two – three hard strokes. I groaned as my first shot of semen raced into Ona’s slick, gaping asshole.

She heaved one more time. A thick, nasty thread of slime poured from her mouth which suddenly opened impossibly wide.

A black head with beady red eyes emerged.

My mom snatched if from her mouth. Slamming it to the ground and smashing its head.

Ona gave a final moan and wretch, then collapsed into her sister’s arms beneath her, as rope after rope of my seed poured into her ass. I groaned while my balls pumped her full of slime and come that filled her up then poured out, trickling across my balls and Clementina’s slit underneath Ona.

I leaned back, my cock popping free slickly, pulling several inches of pink, slimy, semen-soaked flesh from Ona’s asshole and leaving it hanging out of her pulsating, gaping sphincter. The last few shots of juice sluiced down the side of my meat. My mom hugged me from the side.

“You did it,” she whispered into my ear, kissing my neck and stroking my cock to tease out the final drops of semen.

Ona rolled off Clementina’s dildo and lay on her back next to her sister. Her asshole and slit were stretched and gaping open, come and slime pouring forth, a pair of pink sheaths and several inches of pink flesh hanging out from both. She moaned.

“I...I am so sorry,” she said. “I can’t believe I did that. I am so, so sorry.”

Clementina rolled over on her side next to her sister. She rested a hand lightly on Ona’s breasts, then kissed her cheek lovingly, sliding her hand down her stomach and gently touching the still gaped slit between Ona’s legs.

“I’m sorry,” Ona said.

“So am I,” Clementina replied, kissing her sister on the lips.

When they broke the kiss, they turned to me.

“We owe him and his mother everything,” Clementina said. “They figured out how to purge me, they cleared out all the dark phallites, and now they purged you. If it weren’t for them, we would have both ended up dark phallite drones forever. I don’t know how we can ever pay them back.”

My mother spoke up.

“I have a couple of ideas…” she said.

“So do I,” I added.

Clementina and Ona looked at us, then looked at each other. They kissed briefly, then Clementina spoke.

“Anything you want, name it,” she said. “Now and forever.”

Though I had just come, I felt my cock threaten to stir to attention.

PART VII

Moving day was sunny and warm. It had been a long day. My mom had gone to take the U-Haul back to the rental place but before I went inside I walked up the hill behind Clementina’s house.

My biggest “ask” of Clementina and Ona had been the monument. We had a landscaper plant two interlocked circles of cherries and crabapples on Clementina’s property in honor of the people who had died in the first and second dark phallite infestations. The largest tree in the center was for my father. Granite stones sat beside each tree, evoking grave markers. Nobody would ever know what it meant, except those who stayed to take care of the phallites. But to those who did know, it could act as a reminder in case anyone happened to find a wayward dark egg.

A light breeze ruffled my T-shirt as I stood among the trees, reflecting for a moment on recent events.

My biggest “ask” had been the trees, and Clementina and Ona had agreed willingly. My mom had been a little more practical. We needed a home where we weren’t in fear of foreclosure. I think my mom had been thinking that Clementina would just give us the money to buy our house outright but she had taken a different tack.

The old farmhouse had mostly just been occupied by Clementina in recent years. She had lived in the main part of the house – and with their reconciliation and rekindled sister-on-sister sexual relationship, Ona had joined her. But there were two completely unoccupied wings that had lain empty for years. The north wing had three bedrooms upstairs, and a kitchen and a sitting area downstairs. It was more than enough for my mom and and also included a large finished attic which I claimed as my own. Further, since we knew about the phallites, my mom and I could help carry on the legacy of keeping an eye on the little buggers. And I would be around to take care of the house, and maybe even get ahead on the maintenance of the sprawling structure.

I started down the hill through the fields to the house. The two weeks since we had cleared the infestation had been hectic. My mom and I had wanted to get our house on the market ASAP, so we had scurried to pack our belongings and move into the north wing of the farmhouse. We were already exhausted from the drama over the dark phallites, and the hurried move hadn’t helped. To make matters worse, the second week of scrambling I had been back in class at the university.

One thing Clementina had done that we hadn’t asked for was to put in a pool behind the house. She said if there were going to be that many people back in the old farmhouse having all kinds of weird slimy sex there had to be a pool. The workmen had been there for about a week installing it, and just finished a couple days before. I hadn’t even had time to try it out yet. Honestly, I had hardly seen Ona or Clementina the past few days, we had been so busy.

As I approached the back of the farmhouse I could see Ona out by the pool. She waved, and I waved back. She stood as I approached, her bikini making a valiant but ultimately unsuccessful attempt to contain her curves.

“Party and dinner tonight. We uncork the wine at 6:00 sharp. Come in a swimsuit or naked, your choice. We’ll all be naked before its over.”

In the past two weeks there hadn’t been much talk of sex – besides the decision that Ona, who caused the infestation, was fair game anywhere, anytime, and she had to obey orders always. I hadn’t taken advantage of that yet, I had been too busy. But I definitely would be making her my bitch once things settled down.

But beside that it had mostly been business, and except for a couple of morning quickies, my mom and I hadn’t hooked up at all. And we hadn’t had any dalliances with Ona or Clementina – though we all knew that was coming. You couldn’t have four phallite hosts in close proximity without plenty of action.

“So there’s going to be some skinny dipping involved?” I asked Ona, smiling.

“Maybe. You never know what might happen with all these little creamy, slimy monsters running around. Never can be enough cream – or slime.”

That had been the other big event of the past two weeks – my mom taking on a light phallite. She had been the most libidinous of the four of us even before this all happened. No way she was going to let this pass. She had to replace much of her wardrobe and had been borrowing liberally from Clementina and Ona until we got settled, but I had to admit, her combination of fit and curvy was hot as fuck. I just hoped that now things might be settling down I would have more chance to enjoy it.

Ona gave me a kiss on the cheek. In return I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark, then puled her thong aside and roughly slipped four fingers up her ass that was now dribbling slime.

“Don’t forget your ass is mine,” I said. “I haven’t had time to get to you yet, but that’s about to change.” I pulled out and slapped her ass again with my wet, slime-covered hand.

She nodded and dove into the pool.

“Don’t be late!” she said when she surfaced. And as to accentuate the point, she peeled off her bikini top and threw it at me. It landed across my head, the triangle over my face. I shook my head and went inside. I thought about stripping and diving in after her but decided not to. I would save it until tonight.

The phallite inside me poked me for not following her. I shrugged. There would be plenty of time to ream her asshole now that we all lived in the same house.

Her ass should be mine for a long time to be come. She killed my father.

The finished attic in the north wing was my domain and my belongings lay scattered around, waiting for me to finish unpacking and organize the mess. I stripped off my clothes and headed into the shower, letting the hot water pour over me.

Over the sound of the running shower I heard my mom come home and climb the stairs to the attic. I glanced through the shower curtain.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, not even waiting for an answer, but peeling off her tank top and bra in one single motion. My phallite gave me a poke. I made room and my mom finished stripping and climbed into the shower.

Now that we were out of the old house once and for all and it was on the market, we were both completely relaxed for the first time since the whole nightmare had began almost a month ago. It seemed like forever since that night when Clementina opened the door in that slinky robe.

My mom pressed herself against me.

“Get dirty before we get clean?” she said and slipped a hand down my front, grabbing my cock. There was something magical that happened when two people with light phallites connected, and I came to attention immediately.

“Don’t you want to save that until later?” I asked. “I hear there’s a hot pool party tonight. We’re supposed to be there at 6:00 – suits are optional. As far as I am concerned, I am reaming out Ona’s ass tonight and any chance I can get after and forever. That bitch has to pay.”

“I’m pretty sure you can get it up any time you want with that thing inside of you,” she said, stroking me. “No need to be stingy. There’s plenty of you, and me, and Clementina, and Ona to go around. Ona will have callouses on her asshole by the time all three of us are done with her.”

I reached for my mom’s breasts. They had grown when she took on the phallite, but her nipples still sat on the top half, pointing skyward. They were wider, longer, and now were starting to trickle milk as she became aroused. I suckled a mouthful of the licorice-tinged liquid and swallowed, then took another mouthful up to my mom’s mouth and kissed her, letting the milk trickle between her lips. Her chest pressed against mine, my cock was hard, pressing against her hips.

“You better get busy before Clementina sends us a water bill,” my mom said, giggling.

“I think it’s well water,” I said.

“Well unlike your cock, it might run dry, so we better hurry up,” she shot back, then turned around to face the wall, leaning forward. She ran a hand down between her legs. She pushed her large, fleshy, dangling lobes apart, revealing the pink beyond. Slime was dribbling from her slit and her ass.

I gave my cock a couple of hard strokes, dribbling a long thread of my own slime and spreading it across the shaft. I slipped the purple head inside slowly, but my mom urged me on.

“Pick it up,” she said, playfully. “I’ve got a pool party to attend.”

I slapped her ass and stopped being gentle - sliding my cock all the way in. Reaching around I felt her stomach, running my hand along the distension my 15 inches made in her abdomen.

“Are you not hearing me?” my mom said. “Fuck me already! And hurry it up.”

I slid back out and began pistoning in and out of her slit. Slime poured from my cock and from her orifices, mixing with the water coming from the showerhead and slipping down her legs. I felt her vaginal sheath grip my cock and prolapse in and out with each thrust.

Once we got started it was frantic, passionate sex. I reached around and squeezed her breasts, she leaned her head back and kissed me as I fucked her from behind. She moaned with each stroke as I cranked the pace up to a blur. My body slipped and pounded against hers. Our phallites poured their magical chemicals into our bloodstream. Slime coated our skin.

My balls tightened and my juice and slime poured into her body. She moaned again, her head against the wall of the shower stall.

Slowly my throbbing subsided. She slipped from my meat, turned and we kissed, then we washed each others bodies.

It was five-thirty when we finally emerged from the shower. My mom went down to her room and bathroom on the second floor to get ready. I thought about the “come naked” part of the directive from Ona and considered going that route, but decided against it. Instead I pulled on a camo swimsuit and a Hawaiian shirt then followed my mom downstairs. She was in her room digging through her boxes and suitcases.

“I don’t have any swimsuits that match my, um, new body type,” she said.

I reminded her of the “come naked” part of the invite. She wagged a finger and put it to my lips.

“Hush,” my mom said, smiling. Finally she gave up and went with a tiny spaghetti-strap sundress that definitely was not made for her current body shape, but once she got in it looked incredibly hot and revealing.

“That’s not a swimsuit,” I said.

“Anything is a swimsuit if you wear it into a pool,” she shot back and flashed her tits at me.

She disappeared into her bathroom and spent the next twenty minutes diddling with her hair and makeup. I lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling, wondering at the insanity of the past month, and how we got here. Standing up, I walked over to the window and peered out. Clementina and Ona were already out on the patio by the pool, an unopened bottle of wine and four glasses sitting next to them. Ona hadn’t bothered to put her bikini top back on, and sat in just her thong. Clementina was mildly more modest in a thin pale blue one-piece that I was sure would turn invisible when wet – if it didn’t come off before she hit the water.

Finally my mom came out and announced she was ready. She took my arm and we made our way down to the pool.

Ona and Clementina both rose as we entered. This was our first real relaxed social gathering with the sisters, and I was a little unsure how this was going to shake out, but they took the lead. Ona reached out and embraced me, pressing her body against mine, her chest against my chest. She pressed her lips against mine, giving me a long, deep kiss. She disengaged for a second, then went in for seconds, slipping her tongue into mine.

I reached around and grabbed her ass, stretching her cheeks apart, feeling the slime that was trickling from her asshole. My cock stirred in my trunks.

Clementina and my mother were engaged in a similar slow hug. They disengaged and we switched partners. I hadn’t had a soul kiss from Clementina since our fuck in the guest room that night, but I definitely liked the light phallite Clementina’s kiss better than the dark phallite Clementina. Our hands wandered around each others bodies as our tongues intertwined. When we finally pulled apart I noticed that I had been right about her swimsuit – the crotch of the suit was coated with slime and had turned nearly transparent, revealing her slit and substantial labia. My mom’s sundress was pretty much off her top half by now and Clementina had unbuttoned my shirt, so I was bare-chested. And the bulging front of my swim trunks was damp from both her slime and my own.

“Wow,” I thought. “If this is what life is going to be from now on, this is not bad at all.”

Clementina cracked open the wine and poured, and we had several toasts to our new living arrangements, to light phallites, to slime, and to anything we could think of to give us an excuse to drink more wine.

We quickly finished off the bottle and Clementina produced a second. We chatted and sipped.

Ona was sitting in a chair next to me, and she was the first to bring things around to more weighty subjects.

“I know I was wrong,” she said. “I am so sorry for what happened. I never, ever planned for anyone to get hurt.”

I had tried not to think about what she had done, not wanting to spoil the evening, but there it now was. I shook my head.

“Planned to or not, people got hurt. People got dead,” I said. “My father among them.”

Ona nodded. “I accept that responsibility. That’s why I’m the whore from now on. I know you haven’t had much time to use me, as busy as you’ve been. But I just want you to know I know my place. Do with me what you will, any time, any where.”

“I will,” I said. “Starting now.”

My mom and Clementina both giggled.

I stood up and moved to stand over Ona. She looked up at me with doe eyes. The dark squiggly lines had just about faded from her face and breasts, but the slightest hint still remained. I pushed my swim trunks to the ground and peeled off my shirt.

I siezed Ona’s hair, dragged her from the chair and forced her to her knees in front of me, her lips hovering inches from my foot-plus phallite cock. A surge of slime shot from my cock, hitting Ona in the face, tricking down her face and across her breasts. I squeezed her hair and snapped her head back, forcing her mouth open.

But before I could continue, Clementina spoke up.

“You know, if you want to hurt her, just shoving your cock into her mouth, cunt, or ass really wont do the trick. She’s got a phallite inside her too. She’s built for that kind of abuse.”

“Really?” I said. “I was looking forward to pounding her ass until she was so stretched we could rent out her colon as an Air BnB.”

“You can do that if you want,” Clementina said. “But that sounds more like fun than pain. When you’re done with Ona you can do me and your mom that way too. If you want to do something that hurts, do just the opposite.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Clementina got up and disappeared into the house for a moment, returning with a length of the same cord we had used to tie her and Ona up during the extermination.

“Tie her up,” she said to my mom, handing her the rope.

“Ooh, sexy,” Ona said. “Tie me up and fuck my ass. Sweet.”

My mother got busy with the rope and in a moment, Ona was laying on her side on the patio, tied up like she had been down in the basement a couple of weeks ago.

“So now do I fuck her ass?” I asked, stroking my cock that was still dribbling slime, but had lost a tiny bit of its tone since the debate began.

“Yes!” Ona begged. “Fuck me, please.”

I turned to Clementina. She shook her head.

“No,” she said. “You fuck me. Or your mom. Ass, mouth, or pussy. Doesn’t matter. But whatever you do, don’t touch my sister.”

So that was it. The best way to abuse someone with a phallite was to deny them.

Ona started to object, then remembering her place in the hierarchy, stopped.

I moved to stand over her, letting the tip of my cock hover above her head. A slow trickle of slime slipped from the tip.

“I better help before you lose control,” my mom said.

She tossed back what was left in her wine glass and peeled off the sun dress she was half-wearing. She looked perfect. Her large, soft, upturned breasts just starting to trickle a hint of milk; her narrow, toned stomach; her wide but muscular hips; the soft, wrinkled folds of her labia dangling beneath her slit; her large, stiffening clit; and the clear slime slipping from her slit and sliding down her legs. She looked hot.

My mother straddled Ona so that the slime slithering from her slit and ass now trickled off her lobes and down onto Ona’s tightly bound body. Ona moaned and made an attempt to shift so that she could get her lips under the trickle, but I planted a foot on her shoulder and pushed her back down. My mother pulled me to her and gave me a long kiss, stroking my cock, rubbing slime up and down the shaft.

“Amateur,” Clementina said. She pulled off her swimsuit and straddled Ona as well. I now had my mother on my left and Clementina on my right. Clementina pulled my face to her and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue slipped between my lips and intertwined with mine. I reached down and squeezed her breasts, squirting a stream of her milk across my own chest, sending it trickling down my stomach past my pulsating foot-long-and-then-some phallite-induced erection. It mixed with the slime coming from my cock and spread across Ona’s stomach.

Ona was now laying helplessly on the concrete patio beneath us, whimpering from frustration. Slime poured from her gaped ass and slit, milk from her breasts. She was definitely hot and ready, but nobody was playing with her. I could only imagine what having a phallite on board and being denied must be like. It had to be horrible for Ona.

Good. I gave my cock a stroke and dangled it above Ona’s face, but just before the collecting droplet of slime was about to let go, I moved it back so it landed on her neck just beyond the reach of her tongue.

This torture was beautiful.

I leaned down and began sucking at one of my mother’s breasts, taking in the delicious sweet cream. The wine had already gone to my head, this only made it worse. Clementina bent down next to me and went to work on my mother’s other tit. My mom leaned her head back, running her hands through her blonde hair, eyes closed, taking in the pure pleasure. I slipped one hand between her thighs and one between Clementina’s, feeling both of their slimy, slick lobes, their engorged clits, their deep, wet asses.

The sensations that overcame me were indescribable. When my mother’s flow started to lighten, Clementina stood up and I switched from my mother’s breasts to Clementina’s, my mother doing the same. The milk was equally delightful, and my cock was now sending out a steady, unbroken stream of slime and pre-come that sluiced from the gaping tip, dripped down and pooled on Ona’s stomach.

Ona looked to me almost in shell shock. The desire was driving her mad and she was moaning to herself softly, staring up at the three of us.

My mother disengaged from Clementina’s fleshy breast and slipped down onto her knees in front of me. Ona tried to lift herself up and suck on my mother’s breasts, but I again used my foot to push her back down.

“Try it again, bitch,” I said. “I dare you.”

Ona stared up at me, frustration glowing in her eyes.

My mom stroked my already throbbing cock, running her finger down from the tip to the base and back. Slime surged from the end, shooting across her breasts and mingling with the remains of the milk that still clung to her skin. She slipped my head into her mouth and circled the tip with her tongue, then pulled it out – sending a long string of slime down her chin and milky chest.

I pulled myself from Clementina’s breast and moved back up to her lips, pressing mine against hers, intertwining our tongues, swapping slime. I felt my mother move her fingers around near the apex of my cock, teasing the gaping hole at the tip.

Like the rest of my cock, the aperture at the end was substantially bigger, wider than before. Something felt funny about what my mother was doing – though it felt incredible. I looked down. My mother had slipped her index finger into my cock and was now massaging the sensitive spot just under the head from the inside, while stroking the shaft from the outside. I had never had anything inside my cock except piss, pre-come, and semen. I never thought I would enjoy something like this, but -just another gift of the phallites - this was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. I groaned, arching my back. I felt like I had just passed the pleasure of an orgasm and moved into some unknown, uncharted sexual terrain where no rules applied. My mother looked up at me and our eyes met.

“You like?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I replied. She smiled and increased the pace.

Clementina ran her tongue up my chest and teased my nipples, then kissed me again.

“Do you remember when you were watching me in the bathroom through the hole in the wall?” she asked.

“How could I forget,” I said.

“Did you like my asshole?”

“I have wanted your asshole ever since I first saw it.”

“Then take it,” she said, bending over and leaning across her sister, leaning against the fence that ran around the pool. “And don’t be fucking gentle about it.”

I was faced with the perfect ass, slit, and asshole I had seen that night in Clementina’s bathroom. Slime poured from both orifices. Her lobes were wide, thick, and gently parted, revealing the crumpled pink beyond. But even more perfect was her asshole – that beautiful little sphincter I had been dreaming of every night as I went to sleep. It, too, was slightly gaped and the pink, slimy flesh inside looked inviting. It was time.

My mother slipped her finger out and I gave my cock a fresh stroke. She was still on her knees next to me, and guided the head of my staff to Clementina’s waiting ass. My mom put her hands on either side of Clementina’s ass and stretched her hole outwards, revealing a pinkish-red tunnel beyond, and a steady stream of slime pouring out. A lobe of crumpled tissue domed out of Clementina’s asshole, and her slimy anal sheath slipped from the center.

Finally. Clementina’s asshole was mine. I had been waiting for this moment. And I had spent enough time dealing with phallites now to know that when Clementina said not to be gentle, she meant it.

I roughly forced my cock into Clemetina’s begging asshole. I pushed hard and fast, pounding my way into her until my balls slammed against her engorged clit.

Clementina moaned and gasped, then elicited a “Fuck, yeah! Finally, you actually fuck someone right!”

That pissed me off, so I showed no mercy. I pulled my cock back all the way, stretching her anal sheath out almost two feet, then rammed it back in, pushing it through her asshole hard and roughly. I repeated that performance again, and again. Each time, Clementina tightened her asshole tighter, yet each time I was able to pile drive past, piercing into the deepest recesses of her ass. Slime poured down, trickling off my balls, which my mom licked clean after every few strokes.

I pushed as hard and as fast as I could stand. My balls slammed against her stiff clit.

My mother beside me squeezed my balls and then pulled me back, my cock popping free of Clementina’s perfect little asshole. My mom pulled me to the side, slipped Clementina’s anal sheath from my meat, and began sucking and licking off the slime from Clementina’s ass, working her tongue over every inch of my heavy, heaving, pulsating 15. She licked, sucked, tasted, and practically blow dried my cock, then stretched Clementina’s asshole again, sucked down the anal sheath, and licked the pink inside her asshole as far as her tongue could go. She planted her lips against the hole and sucked out every drop of slime she could. Finally she spread it back open while I slid my cock back in and went back to work.

Clementina moaned. I felt her tighten as an orgasm overtook her. She arched her back, her breasts jutting forward, spraying milk. I leaned forward and felt my cock pressing against her stomach from the inside.

Her tightening ass forced me to pound harder, feeling every inch of my cock as I slipped in and out of her squeezing asshole. It became too much and I felt my balls tighten. Thick semen and slime poured from my cock into Clementina’s asshole as my mother pulled Clementina’s asshole wide to allow the mixture to pour out, where she licked it from around the base of my cock. I pulled out completely so she could wrap her lips around Clementina’s asshole and suck the residue from her long, deep cavity.

My mother was on all fours sucking Clementina’s ass, so I moved behind her and stroked my cock, looking at her ass. My mother’s asshole was almost identical to Clementina’s and Ona’s. I pulled her cheeks apart, opening the pink, ready hole. Her still-growing anal sheath popped out.

My phallite brought me back to attention quickly, and I slipped into my own mother’s waiting, slimy, ass. It was beautiful, transcendental even, pounding her ass while she sucked Clementina’s ass clean of my come and our slime. Finally she leaned back and Clementina turned around, the two disappearing into a kiss, breasts pressed against each other, leaning into each other over Ona’s prone, crying, frustrated form on the ground underneath us.

I reached around, squeezing her breasts and sending a stream of milk across Clementina’s chest. I ran my hands down the bulge my cock made riding up and down her stomach. She leaned back and we kissed, then she slapped my hips.

“Are you going to ass fuck your mother or not?” she said.

I let my cock respond as she tightened her ass and pushed it back onto my cock even harder. I pushed her head down into the hollow between Clementina’s tits, then grabbed her hips and pistoned my cock in and out of her ass.

My mother moaned as I worked her over and she suckled at Clementina’s breasts. Her face was covered with milk and her ass was covered with slime. It was perfect. I picked up the pace, feeling my own slime coursing out into her ass, to mix with her own and then to sluice out of her stretched hole. My cock made a sucking sound each time I pulled back, her anal sheath prolapsed out, and my hips slapped against hers with each rebound. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.

“Come for mommy,” she whispered. “Come in her ass.”

And I did, as a mixture of semen erupted into her ass both of us moaned.

I was starting to feel a little bit bad for Ona, so as my orgasm began to subside, I let her lick the slime and come off my cock. But that was about it. Otherwise, she just lay on the ground underneath us, crying from frustration.

Served her right, the murdering bitch.

Coming down from our exploits, my mother, Clementina, and I dove into the pool to cool off, leaving Ona still tied on the concrete. We had a playful splash fight, then swam over to the deep end where we lightly treaded water and chatted.

“So I found something interesting when I was cleaning out that attic room in the north wing,” Clementina said.

“What?” my mother asked.

“There was a box with more journals, more notes about the phallites, especially the cream colored ones.”

“What did you learn?” I asked.

“I’m still going through them, but I did learn you can make a cream colored phallite queen.”

“How?” I asked.

Clementina filled us in with the details. It sounded like fun. And it sounded hot, though it might be a little unpleasant for the queen at first.

“All we need is a volunteer to be the queen,” Clementina said.

There was a lull in the conversation then all at once we turned and looked in Ona’s direction...

[END CHAPTER I]

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