Enter Sectian Ch. 6 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 6

... the awful blobs again! The slight pressure in her abdomen had vanished.

She wiped herself, pulled up her shorts, and went to her daughter's room. "Adeline, how are you feeling?" She asked brightly after knocking.

The lightness of her mother's voice was easily noticed by the adult child's empathy. "A little better, I guess." She answered cautiously.

"Would like a nice hug, perhaps?"

"Maybe."

Pamela waited patiently. The door opened and her daughter appeared in her thick robe. They hugged briefly. "You look a little pale. I could make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

"No, thank you. Momma. I don't feel like it."

"Alright. I'll check again before I go to bed."

"G'night, Momma." The adult child retreated into her room and shut the door.

While walking to her room, Pamela realized that if they were having multiple period in a month, they would need more nutritional supplements. She got her purse and walked to the closest market, returning with several bottles of vitamins and minerals.

Another thing occurred to her. If the bug's ejaculate had caused her to bleed, then her period might have triggered her daughter's. The mother was soon to be proved wrong about that.

Before going to bed, she needed to change her tampon. Again, a wave of relief reassured when she counted the many semen blobs attached. For insurance, Pamela taped a maxi-pad to her crotch, lest she bleed too much for the fresh tampon while she slept.

Pamela's dreams started ...

... out light, almost whimsical. She and Adeline walked through a park where dogs threw frisbees and cats played checkers. At the exit gate, two marble statues looked down upon them. Each was a giant sectoid, but neither barred their passage nor disturbed them.

Adeline stepped into her work van and was whisked away. It was a calming moment for the dreaming mother, a replay of normalcy. She walked to the bus stop and found herself at work, surrounded by laughing, rich men who leered at the woman performing on stage.

Pamela was the one perform, vamping it up and eliciting hoots and catcalls, while she undressed to slow music. A huge sectoid crawled out of the audience and up on her stage. Its glittering eyes seemed to say it was sorry, and it waved its antennae to the audience, as if dismissing their superficiality.

Naked, Pamela continued to strut erotically across the stage. She began fingering herself, and the audience quieted. In fact, the tables and benches were suddenly empty. Only the sectoid remained, still waving its antennae.

She ignored it. There was an itch, in her pussy, but her plying fingers had trouble reaching it. Something blocked them.

Pamela awoke breathing heavily. It was dark. She twisted her head towards the door, but it was shut and locked, as she had left it. The itch in her crotch was real, however. Her fingers had been digging at the maxi-pad during her dream.

The burning sensation was just strong enough to drive Pamela from her bed and ...