Enter Sectian Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 4

... with time on her hands, she went to her room, spray can in hand, to masturbate. She closed her bedroom door, hoping that would keep the sectoid away.

It didn't. Halfway through arousing herself, the mother, in panties only, noticed the creature appear on the right side of her bed. This time she grabbed the can, but when she pressed the button, its poison sprayed in the wrong direction!

Fortunately it didn't catch her in the face, but the fumes distracted Pamela. The creature flew down from the mattress, probably to hide under the bed. She had been too hasty to spray the can, and she kicked herself. She knew better than to press the button before orienting the can!

The fumes were strong in the shuttered room. She coughed and got up. She opened the door for better air.

ZZZzzzz! The sectoid zoomed past her. The can was still in her hand, and she let loose with better aim. It was unlikely to have caught much of the poison, unfortunately. Pamela stood in the doorway and let her room air.

Adeline came out of her room. "That bug is in my ro-" She stopped upon seeing her mother. Her face scrunched unhappily. "You said you weren't going to hurt it!"

"I-I" Pamela stuttered, caught in her lie. Adeline knew what kind of spray was in her hand. "I'm sorry." Grief and guilt welled up in the older woman's heart. Adult children take lies very very seriously.

Pamela fled to her room, crying. "You can't have it, Momma!"

A mother's need to protect her child drove ...

... Pamela beyond her guilt. She marched to her daughter's room and opened the door. "I'm sorry, Adeline, but it bit you, and I can't allow that to happen again!"

"NO, Momma!" Adeline screamed! She burst into tears and stamped her feet.

Pamela ignored her daughter's meltdown. She searched high and low, but she didn't find even a wriggling antenna of the large bug. That incongruity vexed her. How the hells could such a creature evade careful scrutiny?

Finally, she returned to her daughter and hugged her waist from behind. "Honey, you have to trust me."

"No, Momma. You lied." It was a simple truth that wrecked all attempts at persuasion.

Pamela nearly had a meltdown. She felt useless and unreliable. She left her daughter standing in her daughter's bedroom. Pamela went to her room for a good cry. She considered that her extreme switch of emotions was probably influenced by her oncoming period, but she knew that was more of an excuse than reality. Still, she felt like she felt. Sitting mostly naked on the side of her bed, she sobbed until her sudden and serious self-loathing eased. Feeling like a wreck of a mother, she lay down and stared at the white ceiling.

ZZZZzzzz! The sectoid landed on her chest.

Pamela looked for the can, but it must have fallen on the floor. She swiped at the creature, but it flew quickly away. But then it returned and landed on her right breast.

She wanted to swat it again, but tears returned to her eyes. "Go ahead. I deserve it."

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