Enter Sectian - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian

... Adeline's delight shifted into adoration after tearing into the box. "So soft and furry!"

"It's a opossum, Honey. They are very quiet creatures who live in the woods and eat bugs and worms.

"Ewe!" Pamela's daughter screwed up her face. A second later. "I love it!" She hugged and kissed the large, stuffed marsupial. "Can I take my possum to the woods now?"

"That's a special opossum, Adelie. She likes to sleep in beds."

"Won't she get lonely without a boy possum?"

Pamela felt tears back up behind her eyes. "Adeline had been told about the birds and the bees. She could recite the truth about human reproduction, but she couldn't understand the magnitude of sexuality. Pamela wished for herself, like she wished for her daughter, that they could ignore the difficult things that were part of sex.

Pamela wanted a man in her life, but dating was always touch and go. No men her age, early-forties, had the guts to interact with her adult child, even on the simplest level. Pamela didn't need a husband to be a father for her dear offspring. She needed a companion, a sex partner, and reliable support for her insecurities.

Adeline's concern for the stuffed toy's loneliness reflected her personal lack of a partner. She may be slow of mind, but her body and heart were missing what most people miss when they're unable to partner. When Adeline turned fifteen, Pamela bought her a special picture book about female masturbation, and she heard her daughter cry out in climax ...

... from time to time ever since then. It was the best she could do as a mother, in that regard.

There are instances of successful marriages between good men and adult girls, and also between supervised adult girls and adult boys, but Pamela didn't have the strength of heart to risk Adeline's lovely, safe world with anyone.

At five o'clock, Pamela kissed Adeline and had her recite what to say if she needed to call 911. Freshly anxious the mother hurried away to catch the first of her buses downtown.

Before stepping out of the last bus, Pamela always checked the surroundings. There was little foot traffic on the sidewalks, this being an industrial area two hours after the quitting hour. Her employer, the gentleman's club, "Show Her," had a special zone permit to operate. Basically, erotic establishments were 'zoned' away from regular entertainment areas of the city.

Pamela noticed the man in a dilapidated army jacket. This time he was huddled behind a short wall of the bus stop, gawking eastwardly. All that she saw in that direction was the growing gloom of nightfall. The sun was sinking away in the other direction.

There wasn't anyone else. She stepped onto crumbling sidewalk and headed for the club.

"Get in shelter soon." A rough voice called behind her. "There'll be many more tonight!"

Pamela kept walking but turned to keep an eye on the homeless man. He ducked behind the narrow wall.

BAT. Something small struck her forward shoulder. Pamela jumped back, ...