From within the urn two more tentacles emerged. With little hesitation or pause, they made a beeline straight for my mother’s asshole, pushing in next to the one that was already in play, squeezing three thick slimy appendages inside and stretching her pink sphincter beyond what I would have considered possible. Her sphincter and her anal sheath both stretched out along the length of the tentacles insanely, impossibly with each stroke of the thing. Her sphincter pulled along the tentacles for three or four inches and her sheath three or four feet. But when my mother moaned, it was a moan of pleasure, not pain. Whatever these things were doing to her, she enjoyed it and wanted it to continue.
Watching her get fucked by this alien creature while my own cock was deep inside Clementina’s perfect ass was too much. I felt my balls start to contract and thick globs of my come shot into her. She moaned and turned her head back, kissing me as we came together, sticky waves of semen and slime pouring out of her ass around my cock and running down our legs. We both groaned together.
On the floor beside us, Ona reached her own self-induced climax, leaving puddles of slime on the stone underneath her.
Across the urn, the thing continued to ream out every hole my mom had. She now had three tentacles in her ass, two in her pussy, and one gargantuan appendage down her throat. How she even breathed was a mystery to me. Her tits jiggled and her ass shook.
But even that had to come to an end eventually. With a shudder and a convulsion, my mom came again, the final orgasm in an uncountable string brought on by the beast. Slowly the tentacles began to withdraw, first the three from her ass, then the two from her cunt, and finally the biggest, thickest one from her mouth. The last appendage to pull out gently picked her up and deposited her softly on the other side of the urn, next to the three of us, who were recovering from our own exertions. Finally all six tentacles withdrew into the well of red fluid within the urn.
Slime and an unknown pink fluid was pouring from my mother’s widely gaped ass and slit, and a smaller trickle ran from the corners of her mouth. I grasped her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
She was a little shaky, but she nodded, then smiled.
“I think I am more okay than I have ever been in my life,” she said. She hugged me, then Clementina, and Ona. “That was fucking incredible.”
Ona stepped forward.
“Let me have a look at you,” she said.
“Have a look at her?” I said.
“You might not believe it,” Clementina said. “But she’s a nurse, though she’s not working as one at the moment.”
I fought back a sneer that threatened to curl my lip. Ona, the woman who had been responsible for my father’s death was a nurse?
“Why aren’t you working as one?” my mom asked as Ona put her ear to her back.
Ona listened to my mom’s heart and breathing for a moment, before answering.
“At my last position there was a young man who came in. He was homeless and was having trouble breathing. Someone found him on a grate unresponsive. After a bunch of tests it was discovered he had stage 4 lung cancer and was near death. He spent two weeks in the hospital then went to hospice. He was estranged from his family and he had nobody. Despite what you think of me, and despite what I did that caused your father’s death – a burden I will carry with me until my dying day – I really do care about people, and I want to help them. In his time at the hospital he and I became close. He really was a good guy who had some bad breaks. I started giving him sex when I got off shift. The hospital figured it out pretty quickly but looked the other way. Sometimes there’s more to nursing than just taking temperatures and giving pills. When he went to hospice I continued to visit him there. At the end he wanted to die. His heart was starting to fail, and I knew that if he was too excited for too long a period it would probably give out. So I gave him what he wanted…” She trailed off.
“Ona fucked him to death,” Clementina said, finishing what Ona couldn’t. “It was an act of love and compassion. He died happy, but the crushing grief after made her take a sabbatical from her work. Her light phallite was already getting old, and the emotional toll pushed it over the edge.”
“Is that when you came back and became a black queen?” I asked.
Ona nodded. “I wasn’t in my right mind. I was crushed and wanted something to make me feel different. Edging with a dark phallite was a new experience. For awhile I could feel different. But then things got out of control.”
She looked down, then turned back to looking over my mother. The conversation trailed off into silence and my anger and resentment towards Ona over my father’s death subsided a little. I even felt sympathy for her.
Ona declared my mother healthy, and we all stood up and headed towards the door.
Before we left the chamber, I turned one final time and looked up at the statue, the woman with the phallite-induced body, the preternaturally long tongue, and the gaping tentacle cunt. Something about it suddenly bothered me, though I couldn’t put my finger on it.
In the back of my mind I counted. There were six tentacles around the vagina of the statue. And there were six tentacles that came out of the water and penetrated my mother. I glanced over at her, but she seemed to have recovered. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I kept my discomfort to myself.
We slowly made our way back out of the chamber with the long-tongued statue back into the rear chamber, which we would forevermore call the nexus chamber, then back up to the barn and home.
PART X
The sun was sinking in the west as we made our way back to the house, tired out from our explorations in the caves. Nobody said anything, I think we all were still processing what had just happened. I was still feeling pensive and uncomfortable about the statue and about watching my mother have all three holes reamed out by some bizarre tentacle monster. I kept glancing over surreptitiously at my mother. She had lost her suit in the scuffle in the well, and was naked as she walked down the path in the late afternoon sunlight. But she looked just like she had that morning, and like she had ever since she took the phallite on and adopted the usual phallite female body – large, heavy, milk-laden breasts; wide aureoles and long nipples; thin waist, wide flared hips, thick labia, heavy clitoris, and slightly gaped vagina and ass. In her case, being a gym rat, she coupled that with toned muscles that meant she had fewer curves than Clementina or Ona, but she was not the lithe woman she had been before she took on a phallite.
But she looked just like she had before she had gone into the caves that day, there was nothing outwardly changed about her. Still, some internal radar – maybe my phallite – detected something about her that left me nervous.
We returned to the house and Clementina and Ona went inside, but my mother and I hopped into the pool for a dip. After swimming around a little, my mother came next to me where I stood leaning against the side of the pool.
“So how was your night out with Clementina?” she asked. She asked so casually, so normally, as if she hadn’t just taken three huge tentacles up her ass courtesy of the friendly cave monster from hell.
“It was nice,” I said, trying to match casual with casual. “We had a nice dinner, then went back to the hotel and had an incredible night.”
“Do you feel more attached to her now?” she asked. I noticed she didn’t use the “L” word.
“I do, I really adore her,” I said. “But nowhere near as much as I adore my mother.”
I meant it as a casual throwaway complement, and followed it up with a peck on my mother’s cheek. I hadn’t expected anything to come from it, especially since we had expended all that libido in the cave. But my peck on the cheek was followed by a full kiss on the lips from my mother. She positioned herself in front of me, pressing her heavy, firm breasts against my chest, then kissed me again, even harder, forcing her tongue into my mouth.
I pulled back slightly, and she looked at me quizzically.
“Aren’t you at least a little worn out after taking six tentacles inside you just a few minutes ago?” I asked. “Your asshole was insanely stretched – both in terms of gaping width and in terms of how it was pulled out along the thing’s tentacles. I would think you would be sore as hell right now.”
“No, not at all,” she said. “I feel great. I think I’m hornier than I was before.”
She reached down into the water and pushed my swimtrunks down to my feet, then began running her hands along my cock, stroking it. No man with a phallite on board can keep his cock soft when a woman with a phallite on board starts rubbing it. And I was no exception. Even though I was still troubled by my mother’s behavior and disturbed by the whole set of events in the cave, my cock had a mind of its own, and a moment later I was at full attention, standing out over a foot. My mother pressed her body against mine, pushing my cock against her stomach and up into the cleavage between her breasts. She squeezed the milk-heavy globes together, squishing my cock between them as the first surge of slime squirted from the tip, and creamy golden, licorice-tinged milk trickled from her long brown nipples into the water.
My nervousness slipped away, overcome by the surge of desire that raced through me. I bent down, running my tongue over her wide, pebbled aureole and sucking the long, brown nipple into my mouth. The sweet, intoxicating milk flowed across my tongue and I swallowed greedily, sucking another mouthful and carrying it up to my mother, where I passed it to her when we kissed, some of it trickling down our chins. I bent back over, squeezing the other breast, squishy with the milk inside. I pointed the nipple at my mouth and squeezed, spraying some into my mouth, some across my face. My mother pulled my face into one of her breasts and I suckled greedily as she dribbled a streamer of slime from her lips across her other mound and massaged it, squirting milk across my shoulders.
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