Enter Sectian Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 5

[ All characters in this story are adults. Pamela's daughter, Adeline, is 22 years old, as stated in the first chapter. Also the story never depicts actual sex acts with Adeline, only mentions them - entirely ethical for an adult with Downs. ]

Adeline's lactation disappeared over the next few days. Her breasts fit the larger bra quite comfortably but hadn't shrank much for the lack of milk. Her mother donated her old bras to a thrift shop. They bought new ones in the right size from a discount clothing store.

Pamela, however, had to express a few ounces from her breasts every morning. She was amazed by how strong her orgasms remained after days of masturbation while the sectoid fed on her. She had taken to getting off twice a day, and still she felt horny at work. Except the performing women and generous men played no part in her constant arousal.

The pain in her nipples came and went, but over the days, she adjusted to their incredible sensitivity. Pamela was careful to search for signs of infection whenever her nipples hurt.

Another week of incredible sex and taking care of her wonderful, adult child, passed happily.

It was a day just before her 'weekend', when the sectoid failed to appear while Pamela, fully naked, masturbated upon her bed. The vibrator felt inadequate for her needs, but it was just used to get her started.

Half an hour of tepid stimulation went by, and still there was no sign of the bug. Pamela stopped to prevent chaffing, although her ...

... pussy was dripping ready for more action.

She donned her robe and sat on the side of her bed after storing her vibrator away. Had the thing escaped their house? Had one of her pitiful attempts to poison it finally caught up with the creature? She sat for a while in contemplation.

"MOMMA!" Adeline shrieked from the living room. "YOU DIDN'T!" She cried. "You promised!"

Pamela flew out of her room and found her daughter standing before large pile of something strange. The adult child was sobbing at the unmoving heap.

"Adeline!" The mother pleaded. "I didn't do anything to the bug! I don't know what that is." She kelt to the floor to examine it closer. The pile of bits were the same color as the bug but much lighter in shade. They were translucent however and piled together, they looked like they had belonged to the sectoid.

Pamela dared to touched the heap. A fragment of chitin toppled from the heap. Then she understood. "Honey, our bug isn't dead." Probably not, she thought to herself. "It's transformed into a new phase of its life. That's what a butterfly does. You know about Butterflies, right?"

Her daughter's sobs quieted slowly as the adult child contemplated the famous and wondrous lifecycle. "Really?"

"I think so, Sweetie. This is the shell that our bug left behind when it transformed. It's just like skin that peels off after a sunburn, except the bug is suppose to shed its hard skin or it can't grow."

"Wow." Adeline said softly.

The mother then ...