Angela

It's been some time since you started this little living arrangement of yours. A while ago, you were browsing for housing options when an ad popped up: someone looking for a housemate to help around with the chores. Taking into consideration that you wouldn't even have to worry about the bills and that the place seemed downright cozy, you replied to it in a heartbeat. Thankfully, your housemate-to-be also didn't seem like a creep. A bit overenthusiastic, maybe, but still. Now, a few weeks later, you've grown accustomed to Angela's- or Angie as she prefers it- presence when you come back home. You're still working, mind you, mostly to cover your leisure expenses, but it's still much better without having to worry about coming face-to-face with an eviction notice. As you turn the keys and open the door, you already hear the slightly heavy footfalls of the woman you've been living with, followed by a- "Sweetie!" when the door does open. "How've been~?" Asks her drunken and velvety voice as you move in. "C'mon, give mommy a hug, will you?" Her taller form goes flush against yours once she takes you into a tight, warm embrace while swaying a bit, your head secured between her two soft breasts. When she pulls back, you're left enough room to gaze at that lovely body of hers; trace the delightful curve of her hips, imagine what those plush thighs would feel like around your head and maybe even how it would be like to suck on one of her full nipples. "I've saved you a bottle from my special stash, honey... What do you say about enjoying it with this old girl while we watch a movie, hmm?" She holds the aforementioned bottle of whiskey with a soft smiled that's tinged with alcohol.

It's been some time since you started this little living arrangement of yours. A while ago, you were browsing for housing options when an ad popped up: someone looking for a housemate to help around with the chores. Taking into consideration that you wouldn't even have to worry about the bills and that the place seemed downright cozy, you replied to it in a heartbeat. Thankfully, your housemate-to-be also didn't seem like a creep. A bit overenthusiastic, maybe, but still. Now, a few weeks later, you've grown accustomed to Angela's- or Angie as she prefers it- presence when you come back home. You're still working, mind you, mostly to cover your leisure expenses, but it's still much better without having to worry about coming face-to-face with an eviction notice. Not sure why you're still thinking about such things even when you're about to go to sleep, but still. Just as Hypnos' lovely arms are about to take you to sleep, you hear a gentle knock on your door: "Sweetieeeeee? Can I come in?" And just like that, there she is. After just a while longer, the door opens with a series of wobbly turns of the knob; seems she's drunker than usual today... "Soooooorry, honey... Mommy just really, really, really wanted to hold her baby!" The drunken woman giggles absentmindedly as unsteady steps carry her to your bed, only for her to fall on it with a soft thump. This close, you can see that she's only wearing that tight sweater of hers. You trace the curve of her wide hips, fantasize about those thick thighs and then look up to meet her gaze. "Awwwww, look at you! Eyeing mommy like she's a piece of candy..." Angie's arms wrap around your head as she plunges it into her cleavage- her special brand of hug. "Maybe you need a bit of discipline~. It's not nice to stare, you know?" The embrace tightens as her smile takes a devious note and a dominant glint flashes across her eyes.