At one point, during her submission to lust, Pamela stuck out her tongue at the creature. She was nearing another joyful spasm. They were happening faster and faster. The incredibly aroused woman struggled to sustain the languid movement of her fingers. “OOH- Mmmmm.” She closed her eyes to fully enjoy the not so small orgasm.
When she opened them again, she imagined how the ‘roach’s’ compound-lensed eyes perceived what it was ogling. Was it experiencing her erotic effort like some disco burlesque? Finally, Pamela reached such a height of arousal, she couldn’t hold back the urgency to cum hard! She pushed fingers deep into her slippery, pulsing cunt and mashed her wriggling thumb against her throbbing clit! Her upper hand pinched and pulled at a rubbery tit tip.
“Oh – gods… YEAH-!” She groaned, suddenly fucking herself frantically, wishing she had crawled out and fetched her dildo!
“AAAAA!!! OOOOH!!” She gushed. Her groin lurched! The roach took flight and zoomed past her face! Its six inch wingspan buzzed loudly. The unexpected attack startled Pamela to the core, but incredibly the burst of fear it ignited, boosted her flowering climax. She yelled from intense orgasmic shudders alongside no little fear. “I’LL GET YOU!” She promised.
Her body shook and shook. She’d never experienced so many orgasms, nor the intensity of her last one.
“Damn bug.” She lay panting, out of breath. Pleasure rocked through her senses, like warm waves in the best bubble bath. They lingered until there was a knock at the door.
“Momma?”
“Oh, Adeline. Did I scare you?”
There was a pause. “No.” That actually made sense to the mother. Adeline was quite capable of associating her mother’s orgasmic outbursts with her own.
“What do you need?”
“I’m hungry.”
Pamela had to wriggle up the bed and grope for her phone which lay under the roach’s 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 nearly struck by a crow! The murder had tripled, and they seemed frantic to eat the intruders in their habitat. Perhaps sectoids were extra delicious to them. She didn’t see Jurgen at all.
“Crows.” Michael grinned at her from the club entrance.
“Crows!” Pamela laughed. She knew better than to get drunk that night. And she did not use her dildo. Just wasn’t feeling it – until she returned home.
“Hi, Momma.” Adeline hugged her in the apartment doorway, then she ambled back to her room and shut the door. Pamela wasn’t feeling particularly tired. She felt a little abandoned by her daughter, but it was rare for them to hang out that late at night – which she’d hoped for. Her daughter had plenty of time for sleeping. A hour or two, watching a show together, wouldn’t tax Adeline’s sleep requirements.
The sick odor in their home was a little stronger that night, but Pamela was getting used to it. However she promised herself to clean the place thoroughly the next day. She watched a show in the main room by herself on their love seat. She had deliberately picked one that wasn’t too romantic but quite spicy.
Her hand was busy in her pants by the middle of the show. Her eyes kept straying from the screen though.
She saw it. The sectoid had grown a bit larger, standing on the top edge of the 42″ LCD monitor, staring at her. It was now the size of a computer mouse, but it’s shape was less streamlined. Pamela’s heart thumped arrhythmically for a couple seconds, startled by its size and abrupt appearance. It acted content enough, not moving, to watch her finger her pussy inside her pants.
It was a good opportunity to get the spray can left in the entryway, still tied to her purse. Two fingers plunged deep into her wet slit. The thumb strummed her clit faster. Her heart took to a steady but fast beat. Her hand tried to match it. Those damn bug eyes dared her to cum in front of it.
Pamela ceased to view the flashing screen. Her entire attention was on the intruder in her home. “Fuuuck…” She came strongly! It wasn’t as strong as the amazing one that morning, but she had no complaints.
Coming down from her very satisfying orgasm, she moved slowly off of the couch and towards the entryway. It continued to watch her. When she returned, bug spray in hand, it had disappeared.