Enter Sectian Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 4

... pleasure at it!

Immediately after her climax, the woman's hand and arms were useless. She wanted to swat the thing, but also she was amazed by her sexual reaction to it. Pamela lay panting on her bed. Her thoughts were slow but deep, trying to decide what to make of it and herself.

The creature had managed to extend it feeding tube through the close weave of the woman's blouse and pierce her nipple but only after her body had stilled. It sucked nourishment while looking out for threats.

That the creature was again attached to her chest, no longer terrified Pamela. It's ugly proximity disgusted her, but the thing's grasp on her blouse and her nipple beneath, was painless, weaker than a pinch.

As the sexual glow in mind and body faded, Pamela abruptly swatted at the thing!

It flew away buzzing out of her room, untouched.

That night, after Adeline had returned from work, Pamela kissed and hugged her before heading to the bus stop. She wished she could tell her daughter that it was open season on bugs in their house, but the adult child had been charmed by the creature, somehow. Pamela shook her head. A child's mindset was a thing of beauty, often unsoiled by superficial things.

She didn't take her vibrator that night, confident that the strip club would not arouse her. It did not. Even the studly Michael didn't temp her, that night.

When Pamela returned home, Adeline remained in her room. Pamela awoke early the next day, 9 AM. Her nipples ached ...

... slightly. She examined them in the brightly lit bathroom. She didn't see anything, but prodding them hurt more than she expected. Her left nipple produced one, bead of hazy liquid. She washed her breasts with plenty of soap and applied more antibiotic.

It was too early to wake Adeline. Inspired by her tender nipples, Pamela hunted for the bug, spray can in hand. Damn thing remained elusive.

"Momma, the maxi pad can is full." It was during breakfast that Adeline, wearing her bathrobe at the table, informed her mother.

"You know how to take it to the complex's trash bins."

"I don't want to." Adeline pouted.

"Don't make me go with you. I'll lecture you the entire way."

"You're being silly, Momma."

"You know I love you, but you have responsibilities in our home."

"I'll do it." The younger woman sighed.

Pamela had begun to menstruate a day earlier, but lightly. She had changed her tampon only a few times, dropping them into the can reserved for such things, without a glance into it. Maxi pads were easier for adult girls to deal with, but the pads filled up their can quickly.

They played card games after breakfast. Adeline was pretty good at Gin Rummy. Crazy Eights also suited the young woman. Cribbage was her upper limit, and her mother played beneath her skill for her daughter.

Pamela returned from walking Adeline to the work van, that day, and spent her free time cleaning house. She bought cleansers that might irritate the section into being more ...