Hospitality

Hama stretched as if waking up from a long restful sleep, letting out something between a yawn and a groan of satisfaction. “Ah, I’m so sorry, I think I must have nodded off for a moment.” She looked back and forth between Mata and Arthur. Arthur was still turned away from her, hunched over against the ceiling and hiding the obvious bulge in his pants. “I can’t overstate how lovely it was for you to come visit, can I get you anything? A drink? Some dessert?” Mata smiled over at her. “We’re fine mom. You don’t need to fuss over us.” Hama looked back at Arthur, and suddenly her eyebrows shot up, like she had suddenly remembered something very important.

“Could you excuse me for a moment? I’m just going to run upstairs.” Mata shrugged. “No worries, I’ll start in on the dishes.” Arthur nodded. “I’ll give you a hand.” Hama reacted almost violently. “You’ll do no such thing, Arthur! You are a guest in my home. Go, relax on the couch and I’ll bring you something to drink.” Arthur grinned to himself, getting out of dishes sounded like a good plan to him. “Jeez mom, what am I? Dead rat?” But the complaint went unheard, Hama was already half way up the stairs. Arthur stepped up behind Mata, practically crouching to wrap arms around her, he gave her a kiss and whispered in her ear that he’d make it up too her later, sending shivers down her spine.

Arthur retreated to the couch, still awfully undersized and more like a chair to the giant in this household. He checked his phone, Dany and Becky had sent him a couple of photos. Apparently they had spent the night at Danyssa’s apartment reading erotic literature. He chuckled. He was going to have to spend more time with them.

“I have coffee for you, and I made cake just before you got here.” She placed the mug down on the side table. He looked up to see her outfit had totally transformed. Gone was the mom jeans and plain tee (although she had made that look good) in its place was a full body mesh bodysuit, crisscrossed with black straps. The suit was tight as sin, the soft green flesh squeezed beneath the fabric. Her bust was barely contained by the mesh, and her nipples poked through, hard in the night air. Black curls spilled down her back and over her shoulders. The mesh went all the way down her legs, bare toes poked through. Similarly the mesh went all the way down her arms ending in what almost resembled fingerless gloves. A section of material had been conveniently cut out, exposing her cunt underneath a neatly kept trail of black hair.

Arthur picked his jaw up off the floor and she grinned.