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!
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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.
"I'm, er..."
"You're what?" she giggled.
"I'm naked under here," I blurted out, pulling the sheets up around me. Angela 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 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.
