Enter Sectian Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 5

... Pamela rolled off in the other direction and landed on her feet. She sprang through the door and rushed to meet her daughter!

"Momma!" The younger woman embraced her naked mother. "Did she frighten you?"

"Oh, Honey, I'm a mess and a wreck!" Pamela babbled spastically. She returned her daughter's hug but looked back to her room.

"Oh, Mommy, I love you." The adult child sniffed and hung her chin on her mother's shoulder.

"I-it's- I mean, Momma is okay - or will be, as long as that thing stays wherever it is.

"She's probably under your bed, Momma. Why is your room real bright? She doesn't like that."

"I didn't want her in there." Pamela didn't want to also admit that, having locked her door before going to bed, the bright lights made her feel safer. The mother sensed something newly disturbing. Adeline was as naked as she was!

Not the worst thing, given their lives' crazy circumstances. The mother quickly pulled out of her daughter's embrace, but she smiled to hide her guilt. "Thank you for checking on me. I'm sorry I yelled out."

"It's okay, Momma." Adeline said plainly. "I yell out sometimes." She could have meant any kind of yell, but Pamela had to swallow a bullet of shame, certain that her daughter meant joyous outcries.

The older woman took deep breaths to calm herself. She maintained a happy smile for her unperturbed, adult child who stood calmly looking down the hall.

Pamela's smile fell open when she saw her daughter's crotch! It was ...

... very red and the younger woman unconsciously rubbed her groin as if it itched slightly. "Adeline! Your crotch is infected again!"

"Huh?" She gave her mother a curious look.

"You're scratching yourself!"

Adeline looked down, frowned. "Yeah. I ran out of medicine cream."

"You should have told me." The mother wondered if her daughter had been using too much of the cream. The tube had been quite large. "We'll go the clinic as soon as it opens."

"Okay."

The events of their newly formed houseguest fled the mother's mind. She put her attention on dressing to escort her daughter. Their bus reached the clinic just as it was opening and Adeline was immediately seen by a nurse practitioner.

"The infection is not a pronounced." The unfamiliar nurse peered at the records of Adeline's previous visit. "I don't think antibiotics are required this time. They are so over proscribed these days. I'll write a pre***********ion for more anti-fungal and anti-infection ointment, but I'm surprised the first one ran out so quickly. A tube that size usually lasts several months." The nurse asked Adeline sternly. "How much are you using each time?"

"Not a lot." The woman girl shrank back.

"Show us, Honey." Pamela held out finger and thumb, shrinking and growing the gap to indicate a length of ointment.

Adeline's hand indicated a gap of about an inch.

"Hmmm." The nurse didn't like being sidelined by a parent, but she worried up at Pamela. "She must be using it frequently. ...