Please read parts 1 & 2 and then come on back!
It turns out my father had an unexpected meeting in town and had come back for a few days. It was nice to have him around for a little while, but all I could think about was the feeling of my hand in between Angela's legs, the way her mound felt through her panties, and that brief moment when I sucked on her nipple. These blissful and intense thoughts clouded my mind and nothing else mattered for those few days.
Angela took it all in her stride, reverting to her usual manner of being a warm, supportive parental figure without showing any sign to my father that she and I had shared some transgressive intimate moments. I wasn't sure if any of it had meant anything to her, or if her free and easy ways made it natural for her to just do those sorts of things with her step-son, or perhaps anyone.
The afternoon of my dad's unexpected arrival, I found Angela snoozing on the couch, wearing a long dress; not particularly revealing, but still pretty. My father was in the shower. I sat down next to her but she didn't stir. I ran my fingers through her hair, as she always did to me, but she still didn't respond. I put my hand on her shoulder, then, unable to forget our encounter from a few hours before, started to gently stroke her breast. She wriggled around.
"I'm not in the mood, honey," she said and moved a little to cover herself up, then opened her eyes and saw me. "Oh," she said, "it's you." I guess she thought it had been my dad, which made sense. Her response certainly had been revealing. "And what exactly are you up to, young man?" she said in her usually mock-parental way. "Do you really want your father to see you sitting like this with his wife?"
"He's in the shower, I can still hear it running," I replied.
"That's hardly the point."
As was usually the case these days, Angela didn't tell me "No," exactly, but merely expressed that it was wrong. I put my hand on her shoulder again and she didn't say anything, but actually moved her arm so she was no longer covering herself. My hand slipped to her breast. Angela didn't say anything, so I softly began to caress her again, as I had done quite a few times by now. It still felt amazing to me, the most beautiful and exciting sensation in the world. She looked me in the eye and I could sense her desire.
"What do you think your father would do if he saw you doing that?" she said. I didn't stop touching her, because as usual she didn't tell me to stop. After a few moments, she said, "Are you still thinking about that girl?" I understood that Angela had allowed me to touch her like this because Hannah had broken up with me, or used that as an excuse to allow me. It was obvious now that she liked this attention from me, but still wanted the excuse. I didn't answer and gently squeezed her nipple through her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra.
Angela wriggled around and let out a sigh. I went on touching her tit and she just lay there, watching me. "You know, Michael, I only let you touch me like this because you were sad about Hannah breaking it off with you," she said.
"And what about that massage?" I asked, continuing to feel her up.
"Didn't you have a sore back?"
I didn't answer. Angela seemed to relax, and let her hand fall onto my leg. She gave my thigh a little squeeze, which felt wonderful. We looked at each other for a moment and then became aware that the water in the shower upstairs had stopped running. "OK, then," Angela said abruptly and got up. "I need to get ready. We've got company coming over then we're all going out," she said and trotted off perkily. I watched her as she left and I felt warm when she turned, smiled and waved.
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Later that night, a married couple, Ted and Jane, came to the house and everyone was drinking and laughing in the kitchen. They had a teenage daughter named Lucy, but I felt a little awkward and shy and so decided to stay in my room. After a little while, there was a knock on my door and a call for me to come out because we were all going out to eat.
"C'mon," said my father. "I have this awesome rental car, let's all squeeze in," he suggested and there was some discussion as to how we'd all fit. There would be six people in one car, but my dad insisted because he wanted to show off the "awesome" sound system to Ted. Jane suggested that Lucy sit on Ted's knee but there was much eye-rolling so we were back to square one. Finally, my father came up with a plan that everyone was happy with, although if he'd known what had been happening in his absence, I'm certain he wouldn't have suggested it.
"Ted, you're up front with me. Ang, babe, you sit on Mike's lap in the back with Jane and Lucy." Yes. It was perfect. Angela looked at me with a half-smile and shrugged. I pretended to be annoyed but sat down in the back seat excitedly. Everyone piled into the car and Angela made a point of apologizing before sitting across my legs. Instinctively, I put my arms around her waist and in her soft summer dress she smelled and felt fantastic.
The car started and Angela relaxed onto me, her ass planted directly on top of my cock which was growing in size rapidly. We hit a few bumps as we moved down the driveway, her body rubbed against me and I became further aroused. Within a minute or two I was rock solid, and Angela giggled a little. She had already had a couple of glasses of wine and was clearly feeling loose.
"You OK back there, Michael?" my dad called out.
"Oh, he's having a bit of a hard time but he'll be alright," Angela said with a faint laugh and looked at me. She smiled a little then shook her head as if reproaching me for some naughty schoolboy behavior. "I can tell you're happy," she then whispered in my ear. My hands explored her belly and waist a little and made a few discreet brushes against her tits, which were large and hard to avoid. I was in bliss and thankfully, our destination appeared to be a while away.
"Keep your hands to yourself, bad boy," Angela whispered in my ear when my hands brushed against her tit for the third or fourth time.
"Keep your ass to yourself," I whispered back. Angela looked at me again and it was clear she was stifling a laugh. Her eyes were still locked on mine, and she wriggled around a little, getting an obvious feel of my hard dick against her ass.
"Bad boy," she whispered again and my hand "accidentally" grabbed onto her tit as the car went over a speed bump. After another bump, my hand landed once again on her tit and I decided to leave it there. She was wearing a cardigan, so no one else could see. I squeezed her a little and I felt an unmistakable rubbing motion from her backside against me. After a minute or so, Angela whispered in my ear, "it's alright now, baby, you can let go," and we both laughed.
"OK, we're here!" My dad said as we pulled up to the restaurant at last.
"You gonna be OK to walk, Mister?" Angela whispered to me, apparently referring to my massive erection. "It might be a little hard for you," she said and laughed out loud, then added "or not that little." Everyone was getting out of the car so didn't pay too much attention. I blushed and Angela gave me a little peck on the cheek. "Don't worry, it's OK," she said sweetly. Then, after one last wriggle, she sat up and stepped onto the sidewalk. I did my best to conceal the bulge in my pants, but it wasn't going to be easy.
It was a two minute walk to the place, and Angela walked beside me, everyone else pairing off. She looked down and checked out my pants and then looked up at me with an eyebrow raised. "Why did you bring a pickle with you? You know they have food at this restaurant," she said and laughed again. She was borderline drunk, but still adorable. She was clearly enjoying my discomfort, but I loved her attention, especially as she seemed to admire my size. Unfortunately, our time together was cut short when Ted tried to start up a conversation between his daughter and I.
Lucy was nice enough, and actually pretty attractive, but I couldn't get my mind off Angela. My attention drifted and I was lousy company during the meal. My father had a drink or two as well and I thought was behaving badly. He made several dismissive comments to Angela and I could tell she was irritated with him.
I began to look forward to the drive home, and when the time came, I wasn't disappointed. "Here we go again, babe," Angela said to me as she sat down on my knee. This time, she put her arms around my neck and pushed her tits against my chest. My hands found her waist and it didn't take long for my cock to get hard again and press up against her ass. She looked at me and shifted her body a little. I couldn't tell exactly, but it felt as if she had positioned her most tender female part directly on the pole pressing out of my pants. She looked at me and I saw a fire in her eye.
"You could have taken that pickle out of your pocket, boy. It's really sticking into me," she said and wriggled around. She pulled a face, in order to prevent herself laughing out loud and I went bright red. We went over a speed bump and I took the moment to put a hand on her breast, under her cardigan. "Oops!" She said and giggled. She cuddled up closer to me and I felt her breathing in my ear. She started grinding on me slowly, but her full weight was down on me. I could hear and feel her breathing increase, she was intoxicated and aroused. She let out a little moan and I gave her tit a squeeze. "Yeah," she whispered and I felt her tremble slightly.
