Enter Sectian Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 3

... shaded lamp. For some reason, that's how she thought of the thrifted lamp, as the bug's seat in her room. Before she woke her phone, it's alarm rang and buzzed in her hand.

Startled, she dropped it. It landed with a bounce on her bed. It was time to get up. "Adeline, you can eat a granola bar. I need to dress before I can make a better breakfast for us." She also needed to wipe a wet cloth all around her soaked groin.

Half an hour later, both women ate contentedly at the kitchen table. "Has the itching gone away?"

"Yes." Adeline ate slower after reassuring her mother. Pamela was sharp to notice. "Is there something else you should be telling me?"

Her daughter set down her fork and knife. She pouted slightly. "I got my period."

"Oh. I'll buy more sanitary napkins today." It also meant that Pamela would soon menstruate. The two women had been in sync for years. It was strange that her daughter had hesitated to inform her. "How badly does it hurt?"

The younger woman blurted. "It's okay, but I made a mess on Bright Eyes!" She started crying.

The stuffed opossum, Pamela deduced. But the other side of the story was, her daughter was probably masturbating with her stuffed animal. "We can wash her, Honey." She consoled Adeline. She considered that its fake fur might be stained after washing it, but it would be clean.

Pamela also considered the toy may have infected her daughter's genitals. Maybe she should give her daughter a dildo which was much easier to ...

... keep clean.

Her daughter stopped weeping. "Really? She can have a bath?"

"No." Pamela always told her daughter about the reality of things in a way that the adult girl could understand. "Bright Eyes isn't like us. She wouldn't get clean enough in a people bath.

"Just give me your stuffed opossum, and I'll take care of it."

Adeline considered this for several seconds. "Oh. Okay. I'll bring it out after breakfast."

"Sure." Problem handled.

In the afternoon, after escorting her daughter to work, Pamela examined the bloody toy. She was pleased to see that blood hadn't soaked in. The fur on it's back was only red on the ends of each hair. She ran it through the wash as directed by its tag.

For the rest of the afternoon, instead of keeping up with cleaning, she hunted through their apartment, spray can in hand. "Where are you, big fucker?" The only room she didn't check was Adeline's. She had decided long ago to respect her daughter's one place of privacy. Maybe the bug was in there or maybe not. Only when she could ask Adeline's permission to enter, would she go in. Unless it was an emergency of course.

No luck finding the bug.

Pamela did take her dildo out of the safe and put it in her purse. She put the spray can in a separate bag and tied its handles to the purse. She also brought her umbrella for full protection. Next time, she'd check her hair more carefully if assaulted by the swarm.

Instead of dodging sectoids while walking to work, Pamela was ...