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Author’s note: this story is a long, slow tease. It offers titillation over graphic sex. You’ll find that in some of my other stories. Please read part 1 and then come on back!
I heard a soft knock at my door…
Scrambling to close the movie and cover myself up, I called out. It was Angela, of course. “May I come in, Michael?” she asked and I said she could. She opened the door, gently slid across the floor towards me and sat down on the edge of the bed, next to me. It was only then that I noticed my huge erection poking through the bed clothes.
Angela had changed into her silky robe again, and though it was fastened more tightly than the other day, I could still see her nipples poking through and a little hint of cleavage below the neck line. She looked incredible in the warm light of my bedside lamp. “Hi,” she whispered and gave me a warm smile. She ran her fingers through my hair like she always did and I swooned at her touch. She leaned forward towards me a little and I could feel her breath and body heat. A strand of her hair fell down in front of her face.
“Are you feeling better, sweetheart?” she asked me in her usual kind voice.
“I’m a little low,” I replied. It was true, but I felt wonderful being with her.
“You wanna talk about it?” she asked, and I felt her hips press up against mine. She placed her arm over me and brought her body down in towards me. Her face was still some distance away, but her buxom bosom was inches from touching me, just above my stomach. It occurred to me then that I wasn’t wearing any clothes under the sheets and I felt embarrassed. I didn’t answer but gave a little shrug.
“You know, Mike, I understand that it’s not been easy for you. With your dad gone all the time and now Hannah. I know I’m not your mom, Mike, and this isn’t what you signed up for…”
Angela stopped talking, sighed, then lay down and cuddled into me. She put her head on my shoulder, put her arm across my chest and I felt her breasts and hips resting against my body. It felt incredible but I was increasingly aware of my giant hard-on, and the feeling of Angela’s luscious body didn’t help. “I’m a little low too, Mike. Is it OK if we cuddle a little?” Angela asked me.
I felt a surge of emotional and feeling towards her. She had done so much for me and been so kind and giving, and I’d done so little for her in return. I put my arms around her and held tight. “I love cuddling, Angela,” I said. I felt like calling her “Mom” but I didn’t. After a minute, she shifted her body so that she was laying on the bed, her body against mine. It felt even more physically intimate than our other encounters.
“I love cuddling too, you’re such a sweet young man, Michael,” she said softly and let out another sigh. She continued to lay there, her head on my shoulder and her hand on my hair, fiddling with the strands. Her bosom was pushed against my chest, and I could feel the silky softness of her robe. My hands fell naturally on her back and waist, inches from her ass. After a minute, she asked, “Is this OK, Michael?”
I didn’t know what to say, so gave her some gentle squeezes to signify a “yes,” and she seemed to be completely relaxed. After a little while of her just laying there and not speaking, I started to feel tired. “Say, Angela, I’m going to go to sleep,” I said.
She picked her head up and smiled. Her face was inches from mine and her hair was a delightful mess. “Yeah, me too,” she said with a laugh. “Want me to leave you alone, baby?” she said, again, laughing a little. Actually, I didn’t want her to leave, but I didn’t know what I did want exactly. Even if my dreams came true and we ended up having some kind of sexual encounter, I knew nothing about it and would be completely out of my depth.
“No,” I said. “I like being together,” I said.
“I’m cold though,” she said, with a shiver. I wrapped my arms around her.
I nearly invited her under the covers, but then remembered my state of undress. “Well, I…” is all I could manage to say.
“I’m worried about you, Mike. Are you going to be alright?” she said. “I feel like I need to be here for you.”
It sounded like she was fishing for an invitation. Was she lonely too? It certainly seemed like it. I doubted she was looking for sex with me, and even if she felt the same urges as me, I doubted she would act on it. She had such a strong sense of responsibility towards me, that I’m sure that was somewhere she would never consider going. But, here she was. She had let me touch her breast earlier, and she seemed to want attention.
“Angela, I need to use the bathroom,” I said. She sat up and apologized for holding me up.
“Go ahead,” she said with a giggle, allowing me space to get out of bed.
“Um, there’s a problem,” I started to explain.
“Yes?” Angela said with a tease in her voice.
“You’re what?” she giggled.
“I’m naked under here,” I blurted out, pulling the sheets up around me. Angela şişli elit escort burst out laughing, then, standing up and grabbing pajama bottoms off the floor, threw them at my head.
“There you go, I won’t peak,” she said, turning her back to me, making a half-hearted show of covering her eyes.
Fuck it. I didn’t care if she saw me, and I had started to realize I had nothing to be ashamed of. I pulled the covers back and stood up. My cock was at half-mast and it flopped out, thick and long. I grabbed the pajama bottoms and slid them on, but not too quick. When I was covered, I said to Angela. “OK, it’s safe now.”
“Uh huh,” she replied with a sly grin. I walked across the room to the bathroom, realizing then that there was a full length mirror in my room and it was likely that she saw everything. The thought of this made me excited, but I got out of there quickly. After a few minutes, I returned to find Angela still in my room, folding my clothes and straightening up. She looked wonderful and I noticed her robe had become unfastened a little, after all our cuddling.
I lay back down on the bed and watched her. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled sweetly. She then turned around and leaned over, picking up a few stray socks. Just like the other day in the kitchen, I caught sight of one of her breasts and I got hard instantly. I felt an overwhelming urge to touch her just like before.
“How are you doing now?” she said, sitting down on the bed again. Her robe fell open slightly and her magnificent cleavage was there for me to see. I couldn’t help but stare and she obviously noticed, but didn’t move or cover up. Her light brown skin looked so perfect in the soft light and I felt my heart race.
“Angela, I…I want to thank you for everything you do for me. You’re…”
“That’s OK, Michael. You don’t need to thank me. I’m very fond of you and I enjoy taking care of you,” she replied. “You know, I’m surprised Hannah called it off with you. You’re a very impressive young man,” she went on. I wondered what she meant by that. Was she referring to my dick that she had probably just seen? I lay there for a second or two, thinking.
“Well, she said she wasn’t ready…er…”
“For sex?” Angela asked.
“Yeah,” I said, feeling embarrassed. Embarrassed that she knew I was still a virgin.
“So, you guys never…?” she went on, with a sensitive voice.
“No, though a couple of times, she…um…” I was about to say, “gave me a hand job,” which was true, but I stopped myself. Angela gathered my meaning.
“And did you enjoy that, Michael?”
“Yes, of course, it was…” I couldn’t find the words. I looked at Angela and my hand landed on her hip. She smiled sweetly and I gave her waist a gentle squeeze.
“Well, I’m sure she wasn’t disappointed,” Angela said, looked away and blushed. She was definitely referring to the size of my cock, which I guess was pretty big. I didn’t say anything in reply, just sighed and shrugged, but I felt great. I had a big dick and Angela had noticed. “So, Mike, you feeling OK now? Still feeling lonely?”
“Not when I’m with you,” I replied. It was a cheesy line, but it was true. Angela smiled, but I started to feel awkward. And extremely aroused. She leaned over a little and stared off into space. Her robe had fallen open a little more and I could see most of one of her tits, buxom and beautiful. I took my hand off her waist and stroked her arm, then her shoulder.
“Mmmm, that feels good,” she said as I massaged her a little. I took that as a positive sign to continue.
“Do you want a massage, Angela?” I asked, meekly. As if snapping out of a dream, she looked at me with a funny expression.
“Now, now, Michael. Do you really think that’s appropriate?”
I was feeling bold and didn’t stop touching her shoulder and arm. “Sure, why not?” I said nonchalantly. She didn’t respond at first, just looked at me. I massaged her neck a little, then back to her shoulder, but under her robe this time. This caused it to fall down off her shoulder revealing her breast a tiny bit more, but she didn’t do anything. Maybe she didn’t notice, or maybe it’s what she wanted. I remembered that I had thought she had an exhibitionist streak.
I felt increasingly turned on, and Angela didn’t seem to mind me touching her, so I ran my finger down her neck to her chest then down in between her bosoms. She didn’t move, so I kept my finger there, firmly lodged between her hefty, delicious jugs. “And what exactly do you think you’re doing, young man?” she looked at me and asked. I didn’t move my finger, but placed two more fingertips on her divine flesh. I didn’t want this feeling to end, it was so magical.
I relaxed my hand so that all my fingers were touching her breast, skin on skin, no fabric in the way. My little finger brushed against her nipple.
“Is this what you meant by a massage, Michael?” she said and made a stern face, though I couldn’t tell şişli escort what her reaction truly was. I looked at her pretty face but didn’t answer. I started massaging her breast, gently but with generous handfuls, and it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me up to this point in my life. She didn’t stop me, and I went on for what seemed like a minute, touching and squeezing her, lovingly.
“I think you should stop that now, don’t you, sir?” she said softly.
I didn’t stop, though I certainly didn’t want to force myself on her. I looked at her again, unsure what to do or say. All I knew was that it felt perfect and natural and I didn’t want it to end. I also noted that she could have moved away at any time, but maybe she didn’t want to hurt my feelings.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her innocently, and moved my free hand to her waist. I wasn’t really thinking, I was just drawn in by her sexual magnetism. I caught her licking her lips a little and her nipple was definitely hard. She was turned on.
“That’s hardly the point,” she said, which I thought sounded like a “no”. I lifted my hand off her waist and grasped her other tit, my hands caressing both her breasts now. I then pulled her robe open to reveal her completely and fondled her freely, tenderly but with lustful zeal. I saw wild desire in her eyes and felt her inhale sharply. “Michael!” she said, out of breath. “You’d better stop that…right now…or…there’s going to be trouble.”
I was feeling past the point of no return and just said, “What kind of trouble?” and continued feeling her up. After another pause, I leaned towards her and felt her hot breath. “Can I kiss you, Angela?” I whispered. I wasn’t trying to be sexy or seduce her, but it felt so intimate. There was a pause before she answered.
“For one minute, then we’re done. And only so you won’t feel lonely and forget that girl, OK? Then, that’s it. No more of this.” All her words tumbled out but all I really heard was “for one minute.” I wasn’t going to time it, but leaned in further and gently pressed my lips against hers. I felt immediate electricity all over my body and my hard-on intensified as my hands explored her body. She ran her fingers through my hair as our lips opened against one another and I melted into oblivion.
She kissed me softly, gently, lovingly. It was warm and sensual, not like the rather desperate tongue kisses I’d shared with girls in school. In the heat of our kiss, I pulled Angela’s robe off her shoulders, ran one hand up her spine, the other remaining on her luscious tits. The kiss definitely went on for longer than one minute, but remained soft and slow. I’d never felt better.
After a little while, Angela pulled away from me. The effect of this was that I could see her entire upper half naked. She was sitting on my bed, breasts revealed, her mouth open, hair a mess. She looked like a brown-skinned goddess and I felt overwhelming amounts of love and lust for her. Just as I was about to reach out and touch her again, she picked up her robe and covered herself up.
“Fine,” she said with a cough, obviously flustered. “Did you get it out of your system, Michael? Are we good now?”
After a pause, I decided to be bold. “I seriously doubt it, Angela.”
“Oh,” she said.
“And you? Feeling satisfied?”
I thought I would leave it there. I’d kissed her and I’d touched her amazing tits, two things I never thought I would do. I felt wonderful and didn’t want to ruin it. “Angela, I need to go to sleep now. I have school tomorrow and you have work.” I was trying to be grown up.
“Yes, of course,” she said, standing up.
“If you’re feeling lonely, you could stay in here,” I ventured.
“Michael, really. I mean, I…”
“OK, it was just an idea. I didn’t mean it the way you’re thinking, anyway,” I said and turned over.
“Are you mad, Michael?”
I wasn’t. I sat up. “No, not at all.”
“Can I get one nice hug from you then I’ll leave you to sleep.”
“Of course,” I said and smiled.
She came over to me again, sat down on the bed next me and put her arms around me. I felt her lips on my cheek and once again, her magnificent bust pressed against me as she came in towards me. Then, she pulled away, stood up and walked away, fully composed.
“Thank you, Michael. And don’t worry about what happened. It was nice to not feel lonely, I hope it helped. You’re a sweet boy. Good night,” she said with a wave, and I was left there with a raging hard on. As usual after physical encounters with my step-mom, it didn’t take long for me to release all my demons with a self-administered hand-job. This time, I imagined it was her hand.
The next morning at breakfast, I felt awkward and slightly ashamed, but Angela put me at ease with her customary warmth and sweet manner. She didn’t bring up what happened and neither did I, happy to proceed in a sort of haze of denial. She looked hot şişli eve gelen escort of course and gave me a sublime cuddle before sending me off to school. It was a long day.
When I returned home, it was earlier than usual and I heard the shower going. My heart skipped a beat as I imagined Angela in there, getting wet, soaping herself, touching herself. My pulse went into overdrive when I walked past and the door to her bedroom and bathroom were both wide open. I stopped to look and could easily see her through the glass of her shower, in plain view.
I was transfixed as I observed her washing her hair, the silhouette of her body, her bouncing breasts, stretching out luxuriously. I didn’t move, even when she turned the water off and reached for a towel. Cursing to herself when she couldn’t find what she was looking for, she opened the door to the shower, stepped out and found a towel lying across the back of a chair.
In those intervening seconds, I saw everything from my barely concealed vantage point. I’d seen her bare breasts before, but this time they were glistening with dewey drops of water. Her ass was plump but firm, and when she turned I caught a glimpse of her neatly trimmed pussy. I nearly exploded there and then, and stepping back into the shadows, made a noise when I tripped over my own feet.
Angela called out. “Hello? Michael, is that you?”
“Um…er…yeah,” I said, moving back out into the doorway. I was just in time to see her cover herself up with a towel. She still looked amazing.
“You go watch TV and I’ll be right out, baby,” she said and I obeyed her command. I parked myself on the couch and tuned into some show on TV. My mind was filled with the wonderful visions I had just witnessed. My god, I thought, her pussy. What I wouldn’t do to have it. After a few minutes, Angela came out, though she was still wearing only a towel.
“Oh, I’m glad to see you got dressed,” I said. Angela laughed heartily and sat down. She looked incredible, her bust spilling out of the top of the towel, her damp locks falling about her shoulders. I looked her over and she appeared to be enjoying the attention.
“See anything good?” she said to me with a sly smile.
“I said, did you see anything good? Anything you like?” I didn’t answer but just went bright red. “On TV, I mean. Anything good on?”
“Oh, I…I thought you, yeah, er…” I couldn’t find the words, so stopped talking. She looked away with a mischievous smirk. She knew I had seen her.
“Silly boy,” she said, putting her feet up. “I need to do my toes, so don’t say anything funny, please,” she said with a cheeky smile. She then commenced to cut her toenails and then paint her nails. I enjoyed watching her, peeking up between her legs and watching her perform this oddly sensual exercise. She glanced up at me a few times and smiled. Sadly, her most intimate lady parts were concealed from view.
I decided to tickle her a little and she responded like a young girl. “Baby! No, stop it, stop it!” she cried out, and her towel slipped. I moved my tickling hand to her waist and gave her some delicious touches which made her squirm deliciously. She giggled euphorically, so I didn’t stop, and during all this horseplay, her towel slipped further to reveal one of her breasts.
“This seems to be a habit for you,” I said smiling, then gazed down at her breast. My hand was still on her waist, and I tugged on the towel a little and it slipped down to her tummy, revealing both of her incredible jugs. They were impressively large but still perky with pointy nipples. Angela sat there, perhaps uncertain what to do, but she didn’t cover herself up.
“Oops,” she said at last and pulled up the towel. “You’ve seen quite a lot of me these last few days, Michael Joplin,” she said with a naughty smile.
“Oh don’t pretend. I know everything, young man,” she went on. I went bright red again.
“You’re very beautiful,” I told her. I don’t know why I said that and I felt like a fool. It just tumbled out of my mouth.
“Why, thank you, Michael, that’s very sweet of you to say,” she replied, and put her hands through her hair. It looked like a subconscious gesture, but it was flirtatious as hell, and super sexy. Her tits looked amazing even though they were now under wraps. “You really think so?” she went on.
“You’re the most, um…the most beautiful girl, I…” I couldn’t get the words out and I felt like a stupid schoolboy again.
“Oh, Michael. You’re such a lovely young man. But I’m not a girl anymore,” she said.
“I’m a woman. And getting old.”
“Old? What?” I was genuinely taken aback. “You’re not old. You’re young. And beautiful. And sexy. And…er…not old at all,” I rambled on. The words just fell stupidly out of my mouth and I didn’t stop to think. I had told her she was sexy, but she’d probably figured that out by now.
“Watch it, mister. Don’t forget that I’m your step-mother and married to your father,” she said sternly, but I couldn’t tell if she was serious. Maybe she was feeling guilty about the things that had happened between us.
“I haven’t forgotten. And anyway, it’s true. You are young and beautiful.”
“Well, it’s good to know that someone thinks so.”
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