Stacy's Mom (has got it goin' on)

Ezra must have missed the flirtatiousness, because he nodded sagely. "Sure. I'll get the product number off of it before I leave. If it's not a software problem I should be able to have it running in a few minutes. Just need to make sure I have parts."

Desirae wanted to be upset with Ezra, but he was smiling.

She couldn't really put words to his smile. It was a lot of devil-may-care brashness in the sparkle of his eyes, an honest helping of sincerity mired with genuine respect in the set of his brows, but it was the heartwarming feeling you could see in the set of his mouth that pulled it off. Say women what they will about six-pack abs, nice asses, and big dicks. You can be mad at a man with all three of those things. But no one can stay mad long at a man whose very smiles makes your panties wet.

Desirae excused herself offering to make dessert. Not because she felt anyone needed it, but because she realized that his smile had indeed made her wet. Though she was widowed, she was far from abstinent, but it had been a long time. And the man who she thought was pursuing her daughter was not a proper candidate. At least not ethically.

**********

Stacy was ecstatic. Not only had classes been called—on a Friday—from some safe-space thing, but Devaun had texted her. She was going on a date with the hottest guy in school.

She felt a little bad about skipping out on Ezra's tutelage—the counselor looking at her class schedule said it looked like a second-grader had picked them—but surely he would understand. I mean, she was obviously too hot for him. Though he did have a pretty smile. Some of the Mamono girls she hung out with said HE was the hottest guy in school, but she was they just didn't share her refined taste of men.

Devaun was an ebony-skinned Adonis, his body looked like it had been sculpted in... Stacy was at a loss. Wherever they sculpted things. Probably Canada or something.

Looking at the time—she was running late—she began to throw on cosmetic products and clothing. Her sluttiest red lipstick, pink eyeshadow, and lots of rouge.

In her haste to rush to her pretty boy, she forgot to text Ezra and her mother she would be gone.

Sitting her phone down on the table next to the door and adjusting her hair in the mirror, she turned and left.

********

Desirae had just sat down the first load of groceries when the bell rang. "Ah!" She cried in frustration. Her day hadn't been pleasant. The market had been packed and so had the roads. Add insult to injury a young man running a sampling display at the story had spilled sticky pineapple juice all over her dress on the way out.

"Who could that be," she wondered aloud as she opened the door.

Ezra was standing, wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt under a flannel work shirt, a large toolbox in one hand, the other loaded with her rest of the groceries that had been in the car. "Uh...I'm supposed to fix your computer and tutor your daughter." He smiled.

Desirae found herself patting her hair and smiling back at him before her thoughts snapped back into order. "Oh, right! She's not here yet. Did classes end so early today?" She held the door open for him.

Ezra waited for her to close the door then followed her into the kitchen, setting down his toolbox and the groceries. "Yeah. I was supposed to meet her here after classes. They gave us the rest of the day off. Something about safe-spaces and politics or something. It was the professor of an ancillary class I took so I'd have some time to do work at school. It's some kind of free-thinking class or something. I turned in some pictures done in crayon and got an "A" last semester."

Desirae rolled her eyes. She'd done her share of protesting in college, but it had been done after classes and work. "Well, I don't know why Stacy hasn't gotten here yet. I'll call her and see." She took out her cell phone and called Stacy's contact.

A Gwen Stefani ringtone began to play by the front door.

Desirae ended the call, sat down her phone, and looked Ezra in the eye. "Please. Please, don't stop tutoring my idiot daughter."

Ezra lifted a brow. "I'd count on her living with you until she's well into her thirties. Her new major is: 'Gender Studies', believe it or not. The only job I've ever heard of anyone having with this degree is a college professor. Absolutely zilch on job market."

Desirae wanted to weep. But she merely resolved to toss her daughter out of the house when she finished school, unless she found a job and maintained it. "Well, can I get you anything?"

Ezra shook his head and picked up his toolbox. "Not unless you can turn the weather down about ten degrees?" He smiled at her.

Desirae was an equal measure of happy and sad to see him disappear up the stairs. Which was a lie: He had muscular legs but a plump ass. A bit of a joy to watch him walk away as well.

Though as she began to separate and put away the groceries she noted he was right. Even with the house's central air conditioning it was absurdly warm. Or she just hadn't become accustomed to the temperature just yet. She finished her chore, going upstairs and grabbing a towel out of the linen closet.

She stuck her head into her room to see Ezra with her desktop taken into many pieces. "I'm gonna grab a shower real quick, hun. Sure you don't need anything. And just let me know how much I owe you."

Ezra looked over at her. "Nah, I'm good. Don't worry over the price: these parts are all stolen anyway." He grinned at her.

Okay. His smiles were bad enough. The shit eating grin that Ezra had given her made her glad she was going to the shower straight away.

Vibrating shower head and all.

If ever Ezra spent any time amongst Mamono, he'd have them all scratching and fighting over him. That fucking smile...

*********

Ezra sighed as the hard drive finished copying over to the SSD drive, which had been just one of the problems the older desktop had been facing. It had needed a new processor, which meant an upgrade to the motherboard as well, not to mention that the power supply had to be upgraded. And he threw in a graphics card, nothing super powerful, just enough to upgrade it substantially.

The only thing that the computer hadn't needed was DDR memory. It had four sticks of 8gig ram, actually nicer than the ones he used in his laptop. And the Hard drive had been stuck on read only, so he was able to copy everything over seamlessly.

The computer had received a full upgrade, though from the amount he had ogled Desirae and her daughter he only thought it fair.

Installing a regular 2 TB hard drive in to replace the one she'd lost was fine. He also wrote out a note next to the computer citing instructions on what to save to which drive for faster processing and booting of programs.

Though the sheer amount of pornography on the hard drive had been impressive. It had nearly been filled up.

Ezra packed up his tools and headed downstairs sweating profusely. He was a met by a freshly showered Desirae wearing a tank-top and a pair of Daisy-Dukes.

Damn, Ezra thought.

"Can I get ya' something to drink?" She asked, pointing to two pitchers, one ice tea and the other lemonade.

"Arnold Palmer," Ezra managed to croak. It was ridiculously hot, now. He had the feeling it wasn't just him, as the temperature seemed to be rising significantly.

Taking his mix of iced-tea and lemonade and gulping it down, he stepped over to a vent and held his hand up to the air blowing through. It was blowing warm air.

"Mrs. Everdine, I think your AC is busted." He motioned at the vent.

Stacy's mother held her paw up to another vent in the kitchen and yanked it away. "Damn! This is going to cost a fortune." She reached for her phone.

Ezra spoke up. "Let me go take a look at the unit. If we're lucky it will be something simple to fix. Might be a disconnected thermostat, if we're lucky. Software malfunction, even. Though if you have some tools, I'd appreciate it. I don't think my little set of precision screwdrivers are going to help."

Ezra watched as she opened the cabinet beneath the sink, pulling out a Snap-on toolbox. Upon inspecting the contents he noted they were all snap-on tools, a rather excellent set. "They were my late-husband's," she told him.

Ezra nodded. "This'll work just fine." He picked up the box and left via the patio to attend to the Central-air unit.

It was different than going from his air-conditioned truck on the relatively short walk to the house. The heat outside was downright oppressive today, easily topping one-hundred degrees.

******

Desirae watched him go with an appreciative nod. Not only did he have a fine form, but his southern accent grew under duress. Hailing originally from China as a child she'd always had an affinity for the long slow southern accent, especially in men. That southern twang was a favorite amongst Mamono. Which is how she'd found herself married to a southerner, and living in Savannah. Learning English at a very young age had enabled her to speak without a broken accent, especially since she hadn't used Chinese since Kindergarten.

Desirae decided to go upstairs and take a look at her PC, setting out a few things to make some cool drinks for them, once Ezra had seen to the AC unit. She wasn't exactly sure, but she felt he'd get it straightened out right away.

She pondered this as she made her way upstairs to her office, wondering why she felt that way. Yes, the young man exuded a quiet confidence, but it was more than that. Whenever she looked at him he just seemed capable. The guy you call when something breaks, or when you just need a hand.

Shaking these thoughts out of her head, she realized that her daughter's suitor was very much like her husband had been as a man. They looked very different, but she imagined that they would have made very good friends.

Desirae pressed the power button on her desktop tower, thinking it would take a few minutes to boot up, enough for her to towel some of the sweat off her body. But by the time she returned from the linen closet her computer was on its home screen with all the apps running.

Being just tech savvy enough to be dangerous, she looked at the new specs and noted all the upgrades. The note about the differently named drives was written in a tight angular script that reminded her of the dwarven calligraphy they adorned their wares with. Each letter being symmetrical in size with the one previous, save for capitalization which EXACTLY twice the size of lower-cased script.

Secretly, Desirae was excited. She'd been longing to play some games—since her daughter tended to hog the downstairs television—but her computer didn't have the power to run the newer games.

She had another brief thought of doing something naughty with her daughter's suitor before snapping her thoughts back in order.

It had been too long since she'd gotten laid. Despite what people thought about them, Mamono had a hard time finding suitable lovers. Most of them were really into the furry lifestyle or bestiality, making it difficult to find a lover who genuinely wanted you and not just focus on parts of you.

Though it was fun to find a young man with a furry foot fetish. Rens rather liked using their paws to get a man off, but when it was the only thing they wanted it quickly became tiresome.

Moreover, many human males would refuse to sleep with a human woman simply because she had shaved her hair. Most Mamono had tails, feathers, claws, paws, horns, fur, scales, or any other number of things that made men incapable of having a relationship with a Mamono a rather niche market.

With a sigh, Desirae made her way back down to the kitchen and set to the task of making Daiquiris. Ice, raspberries, some lemon zest, raspberry syrup, and a liberal application of rum. She was in the process of pulsing the blender the last few times when she felt a pleasant chill roll from her shoulders to her lower back.

Stepping back and holding her hand up to the vent she felt the waft of a deliciously cool breeze. "Oh thank, Maou!" She smiled walking out onto the patio to tell Ezra he'd fixed it. Opening her mouth as she turned she only managed a strangled croak.

Desirae was treated to the sight of a shirtless Ezra, shoulders glistening with perspiration as he squatted away from her as he worked to put the cover back the on AC unit. His was broadly built, with a smooth back, trimmed in love handles she thought could be just a touch larger. Though it was the Kung-Fu-Panda tattoo in full action-awesomeness pose on his shoulder that intrigued her.

Many Mamono have odd fetishes: A Holstaur loving to see her husband eating a steak, an Orc who gets giddy and blushes when she prepares her husband bacon for breakfast, Cockatrices who surprise their boyfriends naked holding a bucket of KFC, or a Lamia who blushes when she looks at her beloved's pet snake.

Desirae just happened to have a serious soft-spot for Po. One of her fantasies was to have herself a time with a big and burly panda-man. This soft-spoken and hefty-sized Ezra fit her bill well.

Biting her lip, Desirae squirmed slightly and found herself unconsciously rubbing at her nipples before she mastered herself. "You fixed it!" She called out, her voice only slightly unsteady.

Ezra finished putting the cover back on and turned, much to her delight. He had a fine chest with just a light dusting of hair that she found manly, and his stomach was a slight paunch that she found adorable. "Yes, ma'am. God, it's hot." He wiped sweat from his brow.

Fighting to keep herself from becoming a spectacle in front of Ezra—her daughter's suitor, she reminded herself—she smiled. "I made some Daiquiris. Come on in for a drink. I'll get you something to towel off with." She turned and walked back into the house. And she most certainly did not work to sway her hips.

Though she didn't work to do it, it seemed involuntary. She really hoped he was looking.

Ezra entered behind her and took the proffered towel, with his shirts over his arm. It was a lovely sight watching this young man run Egyptian cotton over skin she'd much rather rub her fur over.

Taking the towel back, she managed not to hold it to her face and inhale his scent as he put on his button-up work shirt. His t-shirt was soaked with sweat. And much to her pleasure he left the top two buttons open to better cool himself, leaving his muscular and perfectly haired chest exposed.

Remembering that she was supposed to be pouring drink, she hastily turned to set upon the task. Though she covertly inhaled the musky scent of the sweaty towel with a barely suppressed shiver.

*******

Ezra rather liked the way that Stacy's mother shivered, especially when he saw it from behind. He attributed it to the chill air now blowing through the vents, though working outside had roasted him and he'd left a couple of shirt buttons open to help himself cool off. He took a seat at the barstool by the kitchen island as Desirae poured two tall glasses of fruity drink.

When Desirae handed him his glass, he thought her face looked a touch flush. It must have become unbearably hot with heat blowing in the house while he worked outside. Though her fur looked so soft and silky he could only imagine how warm it must be.

"So..." Desirae said taking a hefty drink from her glass. "You tutor my daughter. Is there anyone else you're tutoring?"

Ezra took a sip—raspberries—and sat his glass back down. "Not individually, no. I do a group study-session on Tuesdays, down at the library. Though the only guys we get are there to meet the Mamono that show up. I had to stop tutoring Mamono, though."

Ezra saw her blanch and the look she gave him. "Oh, I didn't mean anything by that. It's just that in high school every time I tutored a Mamono things would become...physical. And then they stopped caring about the tutelage and their grades would slip. I don't have a problem with anyone, but I've always just attracted Mamono for some reason. So it's just simpler to do group studies. Not to mention I'd be devastated if they ruined their education because of me."

Desirae bit her lip, like she was conflicted over something. "Listen...there's something I should tell you about my daughter..."

Ezra blinked, confused for a moment. "Oh, you mean the flirting? She's hardly the first pretty girl to flirt for tutoring. I don't mind. Really, it's just nice to be around pretty girls. And you're an excellent cook, by the way. But it's not like it's a chore to be around two very lovely ladies. But I know the score. Well, it's not a chore to be around you, anyway. Your daughter tries my patience at every turn."

Desirae was giving him a perplexed look, like she understood but was still confused.

"Is Stacy attractive? Yes. But that's about where it ends. She's not really stupid, just do-less or lazy—which is worse. She seems to think looks are where attraction ends. She's in no way concentrated or attracted to engaging someone academically. It would be more accurate to say she's shallow. Maybe she'll grow out of that, but personally, I have no interest in your daughter. I'd rather be with someone who can appreciate me for who I am, and my growth as a person as I age. My Uncle is the guy who dates women with nothing between their ears to offer." Ezra took a gulp of his drink.

Desirae drained her glass, before filling it back up. "Well...that's actually quite a relief to hear. I didn't exactly approve of her leading you on. I was once a young Mamono, and I understand why they were after you. Mamono aren't exactly overwhelmed by suitors—too many similarities to fetishes or underground pornography. They prefer a person who is genuinely attracted to them—which is why Mamono tend to gather 'round you.

"You engage them, as you said. And the getting physical thing was more their way of showing you they appreciated you—we're a highly sexual species, after all. We're seldom prostitutes, but we tend to show our affection or appreciation in physical ways, after all. And I suppose you did well by them...physically." Ezra noted her look him up and down. "I can see the appeal, though..."

Ezra took a small sip of his drink to hide his bashful look. He was fairly sure she hadn't meant to say that last part aloud. She'd also drained her drink again, and the flush look in her cheeks was growing. "Uh...well...I never really looked at it that way. But I see your point." He was trying really hard not to look at the hardened nipples poking out the white fabric of her t-shirt. He tried to take a drink from his glass, but found it empty.

Desirae refilled his as well as her own. "Let me get that for you. I can see you frequent the gym. You need to do more cardio if you're trying to slim down, sweetheart. I think you look just...scrumptious, so don't mind me."

Ezra drank with her, deeply this time, though his glass was still three-quarters full, while hers was empty. He noted he was beginning to feel a touch tipsy and wondered just how much alcohol was in them. "Uh, yeah. Um... I don't know. I guess it's just easier to lift something heavy than it is to run for twenty minutes. Thanks?" Involuntarily he giggled after he drained some more of his glass, but it was still three-quarters full.

Ezra shook his head. "Well...how do you stay in such wonderful shape?" Through steely resolve and masculine will he managed to keep his eyes from dropping up and down her truly wonderful body...for about three seconds.

Though she seemed to enjoy the attention, so he wasn't overly embarrassed.

"Pole-dancing," she answered with sly wink, adding more ingredients to the blender.

Unconsciously, Ezra licked his lips. Those daiquiris were awfully tasty. But he still had a full glass. Wait... He looked at his glass suspiciously before looking at the rather buxom woman facing away from him.