“Fuck.” It was a half-hearted swear. She told herself, a larger bug would be easier to find. She turned off the monitor and went to bed feeling on top of the world.
Housecleaning. It was the first thing on Pamela’s mind when she woke the next morning. However, she dawdled in bed, playing with her pussy, feeling randy but not super horny. It was a nice feeling while laying in bed. Not ten minutes passed, however until her sense of responsibility kicked in, and she kicked off the covers and sprang up to begin her day.
She found Adeline’s door shut when she headed to their apartment’s kitchen. Her daughter had been keeping to her privacy quite frequently. Pamela didn’t know what to think. It felt worrisome, but she knew that the worst thing that the parent of an adult child could do, was to be overprotective and invasive. She knocked. “Are you awake yet?”
“Oh, Momma! I’m sorry. I’m gonna stay here a little more.” The excitement in her almost squeak of a voice actually embarrassed Pamela.
“I was about to start breakfast, but that can wait a few minutes. You have fun.”
“Okay.”
Red-faced but humored, Pamela went to see about a bug. Spray can in hand, Pamela peered into every gap between and behind every item in the kitchen. She was wearing big panties and a knee length, polyester robe, its sash cinched with a bowknot. She tried to remember what Jurgen Cambria had said about the species. It was native to marshes in Iraq. She figured it would like damp places, and her cheap apartment was built to deliver. It had plenty of leaky pipes. She couldn’t afford to run their central air unit except on the hottest days.
After searching the kitchen, Pamela went to the bathroom. It wasn’t under the sink. She closed its cupboard doors and went to the towel closet.
ZZZzzzzz!!! A bug the size of baseball flew directly at her, the moment she opened the closet! She was too close to react in time. It struck her breast bone and scurried inside her robe!
Pamela shrieked, stumbled backwards, tripped on a rug and fell on her ass. Her head struck the rug! The back of her skull took a mighty blow, and she lay there not quite unconscious. She strived to continue screaming but her voice wouldn’t work. Her hands flailed uselessly when they needed to tear off her robe and swat the bug from her body! The spray can had fallen next to her and had rang like a bell against the hard tiles which her head luckily avoided.
Bleary, dazed, and frantic, Pamela gurgled and writhed. She felt the sectoid’s tiny claws scramble up her left side, having encountered the tight ring of robe secured by its sash around her midriff. She hoped it was trying to get out, but that hope mingled with fear, panic, and a dozen other emotions racing through her disjointed mind.
“Adeline…” Was the only recognizable word that escaped her mouth. It was too soft of a cry to get attention. Had the mother been able to think clearly, she would have been concerned by why her primal scream hadn’t already drawn the daughter out of her room.
The she felt the bug climb under her left armpit. Its bulky body didn’t bulge her robe as much in that crevice. Its head had jammed deep. Pamela’s panic level increased, making the mess of thoughts in her mind swirl faster. Pamela’ breaths were like a speeding steam engine.
“AA!” She squeaked involuntarily from a sudden pain in that armpit, as if the bug had bit her or had tangled in one of the hairs there. Pamela had never liked the idea of shaving what nature had evolved to protect with hair. She did trim her pits and crotch, balancing neatness and comfort.
She squeaked again from a sharp tickle. Her body flounced which actually drove the bug out of her armpit. It scrambled up the side of her left tit. Her robe bulged as if her breast had a baseball sized tumor. Her body shivered for a second, from the sensation of its head bumping the nipple. It stopped moving when her body stopped moving.
Slowly, Pamela’s muddled thoughts began to clear. As soon as her body began to obey again, she carefully grasp the left flap of her robe and lifted it. Bug eyes stared less than a foot away from her face. A stray memory of staring back at a previous stage of its existence reminded her of being defiant while masturbating. Her panic eased. It was just a filthy creature, and the homeless scientist would have said if they were poisonous. She reached for the spray can while studying the chitin armored insect.
It was longest from head to toe. Its bulky abdomen was more rectangular than round. Its width was nearly as fat as its length, but only half as tall. Its spindly legs made it look as tall as a baseball. Pamela gasped when she watched it use its four forward limbs to hug her areola.
Without looking, which might startle her target, her hand found the spray can while examining the horror.
Perhaps it was clinging to her to maintain its purchase on her rising and falling chest. But when it opened it mandibles and bit into her nipple, she shuddered from the bite and brought her weapon to bear – too late!
Instead of flying away, the sectoid clamped its mandibles tightly. Pamela howled in pain! The bug spray fell from her hand and rolled out of her reach. The bite felt like scissors cutting away at her nipple’s rubbery flesh.
Desperate, Pamela swatted at it, one hand after the other, but both merely glanced off of its hard carapace! How could that be? It was just a big roach! Yet roaches are notorious for taking blows that would flatten other bugs. Worse, each time she struck the bug, its mandibles dug more deeply into her sensitive nipple! She cried out from each failed blow! She finally called loud enough for her daughter. “Adeline! Help!”
A door opened in the hall. “Momma? Where are you? Do I call 911?”
“I’m in the bathroom, Dear! There’s a bug-” What could the mother say beyond that?
“Yes, Momma!” Adeline scurried into the room and was carrying her cheap flip-phone. She was naked except for a maxi-pad taped to her groin. Upon entering, her attention was not disrupted by the bug’s presence. She focused solely on her mother. Adeline didn’t know how to act given the unfamiliar circumstance.
“Get the spay can.”
Adeline looked. “That’s poison, Momma. I can’t touch that.”
Pamela knew better than to get angry at her adult child. She needed to calmly tell her daughter to bring the can to her, and touching it was okay but just for this time.
The sectoid, surprisingly, remained attached to the mother’s left nipple. Had she looked closer, she would have seen a tube extending from the creature’s mouth which it had inserted into the nipple, like a mosquito. It would feed for as long as it sensed it could fly away safely.
Pamela opened her mouth to make her request but was stunned to see the adult child now staring with her mouth open at the bug! “Momma.” She spoke softly through unmistakeable astonishment.
“I-I fell, and it perched on top of me.” The mother immediately prioritized her daughter’s emotional security over the painful and horrible presence of a strange insect. The pain in her nipple was fading quickly, in fact.