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“This humidity is something. Why don’t you have more environmental controls?”
“We do. Inside. But this is a jungle and some of the resources we plan to farm need the humidity,” Devin said.
“I was promised a tour. Inside?”
It was a relief when Devin gladly stood up and began to escort his mother around the bones of the new city. He took her to see many of the inner workings that Val had seen - the labs and the view from their quarters, but he also took her into some of the more technical places, like the future shops and commerce areas, meeting rooms, entertainment and gathering areas. Devin had thought of most everything in his design. By the end of the tour, Val was lagging, but Grena seemed just as fresh as when they started.
“I believe my quarters should be located over there,” Grena said, pointing from their balcony view of the city to a large penthouse area to the left.
“Guest quarters will be over there,” Devin said, pointing in the other direction.
“I’m not a guest. I’m your mother. Now I’ll need at least a suite for me, and one for my guests, maybe two.”
Devin’s skin started to mottle.
“It’s such a long trip out here, that when I do come to see my grand babies, I will have to bring some decent company along,” Grena continued.
“You aren’t supposed to be here in the first place,” Devin tried to interrupt.
“Oh, Etlon and I go way back. He’s a reasonable man, especially when it comes to his children.”
“You have been speaking with Etlon?”
“Of course! It would be rude if I did not.”
Val bit her lip. It seemed like the equivalent of an overbearing mother dictating the terms of employment to the boss’s boss of a grown ass man, and Devin was not happy.
“Mother-”
“Get over yourself, sweetie. I do everything for your own good.”
“I’m getting hungry,” Val announced, and strangely, it worked. Suddenly, Grena was being ushered down the elevator and Val was being seated and fed by Devin, though he was watching her put the food in her mouth with such intensity that it was getting a little weird.
“I’m not really that hungry. I was just looking for an excuse to get rid of your mother. I hope you don’t mind.”
Devin pulled her into a long languid kiss that told her he was not upset at all. When he ended the kiss she was in his lap, sitting primly sideways over his concealed erection.
“I’ve been trying to think of an excuse to get her to go home all afternoon,” Devin said.
“It is a long way, though. She should have asked first,” Val said.
“Yes, but my mother does anything she wants, any time she wants to. We could be under the threat of a full Suhlik invasion and my mother would be trying to tell the golden devils that they could not interfere with her plans. It is an endearing trait when you want something, but annoying when her will is counter to your own.”
Val wiggled a bit, and then smiled at Devin. “Are you planning to do something about that?”
“If I indulged every time, we would never leave. I do have to work, you know.”
“Do you have any pressing appointments?” Val asked, feeling slightly naughty that she was tempting him away from his work.
Devin’s mouth opened and she could see him debating with himself. Val took the decision out of his hands and shuffled off his lap. She dropped her panties and slid back onto him, this time, not so prim and proper. She could feel his shaft poking up from his shorts, prodding her rapidly wetting folds.
“Pressing?” Devin repeated as he wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sure the warlord wants an update. And I should check on the arrangements Goru is making with the Adrastian.”
“Are they pressing?” Val said, making sure she was pressing enough to wet the front of his shorts. Either way, he’d have to change.
“Not that I can focus on at the moment.” With one arm, he lifted her, and with the other, freed his cock. She slid on him with delicious ease. Val was definitely getting used to this.
She rode him there, forgetting to ask if he could at least put a lock on the door, to prevent his mother from coming back unannounced. She’d probably be nonplussed anyway, giving helpful hints on conceiving a grandchild.
