This is the third installment of this story. although it can be read as a stand alone piece, reading the previous stories will help add context.
We ate dinner together, and then Susan left to meet a friend for a yoga class, leaving me and Angela alone in the big house.
"You fancy my mum don't you?" Angela asked as her mother closed the front door.
"If you look as good as her in 20 years time, I'd still find you smoking hot!" I said smiling at her.
"Well, she'd eat you alive. And remember she's my mother!" Angela reminded me.
"I think that we have some unfinished business," I said, as I looked towards the stairs.
Angela smiled her wonderful smile, stood, took my hand and led me up to her room.
She turned to me, took off my shirt, and pulled down my shorts. I reciprocated freeing her firm breasts from her top and discarding her shorts, so that she now stood completely naked in front of me. Dropping to her knees she slid off my underwear, gently kissing the tip of my penis as it sprung free.
Standing back up, she kissed me full on the mouth, not in the hungry, impatient way that we had done earlier, but with love, taking time to savour the experience.
Slowly we found our way onto her bed as we carried on kissing, our hands intricately exploring each other's bodies. Haste was not important, we both wanted this time to last, to be remembered.
We moved slowly finding the most comfortable positions from which to play with each other's bodies. I massaged her bottom, her arms, breasts and neck. She stroked my back, my ears and my balls. There was no attempt to bring on an orgasm, instead we just became as close as possible, as I gave all of me to her, and she gave all of her to me.
Without knowing it we had moved into a position where the tip of my penis pushed against her outer lips. Her legs opened wider and using my weight alone I slipped inside her.
She gasped as she took my full erected cock into her most intimate place. For a moment we stayed still, joined as closely as a couple can be. With a look of pure content in her eyes, I started to slowly move in and out of her, gently at first and waiting to take her lead.
I had only slept with 2 girls until now, and both times I went for it, concentrating on my pleasure, and under the illusion that I needed to act like a porn star banging a girl as hard as possible.
Now I realised that I was going to cum at the end of this if it took a minute or all night, but letting Angela lead would bring us both along at the same pace. Angela slowly became more comfortable taking my cock inside her, and sped up the pace as we continued to make love.
For a moment I felt like I should initiate a change of position. Again realising that taking my lead from porn at this point was wrong. Most positions in porn are for the camera angles and not for pleasure. Our simple missionary dance was working well for both of us, and our pace quickened and thrusts became more forceful.
With her legs wrapped around me, I started to get close to losing control, luckily she was ahead of me. Her legs tighter around me, and her hands, gripping my buttocks, pushed my cock dead inside her at an ever faster pace.
Then she gripped me hard with her arms, her legs and with the walls of her vagina, and I felt her savour the orgasm. As she loosened her grip I resumed the pace for a few more seconds before exploding inside her. I came like I had never done so before, pumping every last drop of available cum from by balls.
Finally we lay still, still joined together, and kissed as if we had been making love our whole life. As my excitement faded we broke our hold and Angela lay with her head on my chest.
We said nothing for a few minutes, and finally she raised her head smiling, and said "I love that we did that together".
All I could do was nod in agreement, and watched as she walked naked to the bathroom to clean up.
Later that night, before her mum got home, I moved to the spare room and fell asleep.
Waking the next morning, I checked my phone to see a message from Angela saying that her and her mum had gone out to get us breakfast and they would be back in an hour.
I went downstairs to make some coffee. Still naked from the night before. I walked through the house remembering all the details. I saw Angela's sweet pussy lips as I passed the breakfast bar and Susan's plump hairy lips and winking butt as I approached the sink. I had an hour so I felt free to roam the house as naked as I could be.
In my way back to my room I stopped at the upstairs bathroom. As I sat there I noticed the washing basket in the corner of the room. An idea hit me, and having finished my business I opened the hamper to find a weeks washing piled up.
