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. Stay tuned for more episodes.
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I had been living with my father for a few years, just the two of us. It had been difficult and our relationship hadn't always been the best, though we did what we could. One beautiful day, he met and married Angela, a woman a few years his junior and she came to live in our house with us. I had just turned 18 and was your typical introverted teenager.
Emotionally speaking, Angela didn't exactly assert herself into the role of my new mom, but she was warm, affectionate and took good care of both of us. She was an excellent cook and I grew to adore her over time and it seemed as if she was fond of me too. But even though she managed the household while working full time, I never thought of her as my replacement mother.
Angela was a light skinned black lady with long wavy black hair, about 5'8" tall with fine features and was to my eyes, drop-dead gorgeous. She had magnificent, large breasts, an amazing ass, but otherwise was beautifully slim. She used her womanly physique to comfort her boys and I always cherished her cuddles that allowed me a little access to her wonderful body. She would always say sweet, kind things to me and soon enough, I realized that I adored her equally as a parent figure and as an object of sexual desire.
Work was hard to find and my father was forced to take a job in another city which meant he would be traveling a lot, spending most of the week away. At first, I felt weird being home alone with Angela, but she quickly put me at ease with her warm nature. She seemed to slip more easily into a parental role now; organizing my school things, doing laundry and cooking dinner, while at the same time being a comfort, a fun friend and confidant. I missed my real mom of course, but as time went by, the more I loved my step-mom, though I never called her "Mom".
I wasn't jealous of my father for his relationship with Angela, partly because I never thought I could have any kind of sexual experience with her, though I did fantasize about it. Sometimes when she would hug me and squash her amazing tits against my skinny body I got aroused and found myself needing to jerk off afterwards. She never got out of the habit of coming to see me in my room to say goodnight and sometimes it felt beautifully intimate, so that I would imagine her staying with me. She never did of course but it still fueled my fantasies.
I would also dream about her coming quietly into my room at night and crawling under the covers with me, cuddling up, pressing her body against mine and kissing me. I would imagine how her lingerie and skin might feel against mine and how she might start stroking my dick. That thought would normally be enough to make me ejaculate. Of course, this fantasy didn't come true though I wished it would.
As time went on, I found myself staring at her more, peeking down her dress and trying to catch her undressing or in the shower. She wasn't flirtatious exactly, but she certainly had a free and easy way about her and was very physical and affectionate. Angela also had an exhibitionist streak. She loved to sunbathe in our back yard which was always a highlight, watching her in a bikini as her delicious brown skin and curvy body glistened in the sunshine. She was truly breathtaking.
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I started to go out with a girl in school called Hannah, but I was still a virgin. I was a tall, geeky white boy, in stark contrast to the full-bodied African-American figure of Angela, with which none of the girls at school could compete. I brought Hannah home for dinner at our house after taking her on a few dates, Angela cooked a nice dinner and we all sat down. Hannah was a cute girl with pale skin and red hair, but she was nothing in comparison to my amazing step-mom as far as sex appeal went. Although I was desperate to score, I found myself less and less excited by Hannah, especially when Angela was around.
"So, Hannah, Michael tells me you're on the hockey team at school, is that right?" Angela started in as we sat down to eat.
"That's right, Mrs. Joplin," Hannah replied.
"Oh, call me Angela, please. And anyway, I never took that last name. I'm still Angela Moore, sweetie," she replied in her usual warm manner.
I had never really thought about this before and I wondered why she hadn't taken our name. Had she wanted to keep some distance with us? I didn't ask, but perhaps I would another day. Nevertheless, dinner went on pleasantly with Angela and Hannah and the two of them seemed to get along well. After dinner, we sat down to watch a movie, but Angela left us alone soon after. I put my arm round Hannah and tried to make a move.
She wasn't wearing clothes that were particularly revealing so I didn't have easy access. We kissed and I let my hands roam over her arms and shoulders awkwardly. Moving over to her breast as we made out, I felt her pull away. "I should probably head home, Mike," Hannah said. She stood up and walked away, leaving me hard, blue balled and mortified. She exited without too much fuss and I was left thinking that I would probably die a virgin.
Feeling glum, I made my way towards my bedroom where I planned to jerk off, and walking past my father and Angela's room, I noticed the door ajar. Peeking in, I saw Angela. She was moving about the room wearing lacy white underwear, apparently tidying up and putting things away in her drawers. She was wrapped up in what she was doing and didn't notice me, caught under her spell, spying.
She was magnificent with her womanly tits and ass showing, spilling out from under the constrains of the bra and panties. Her bust was bouncing as she moved around, causing me to sweat, but I couldn't look away. Her panties were almost thong-like in how revealing they were and I could clearly see her trimmed pubic hair through the fine fabric. Her tummy and waist looked delicious as always.
Angela continuing pottering around as I stood there, glued to the spot, my viewpoint through the 3 inch crack in the doorway was enough to see her completely. My heart was pounding. After a few minutes, she turned away from the door and looked at herself in a floor length mirror. I could see her back and front side; the best of both worlds.
She started posing and stretching, looking like a hot little sex bomb, at the peak of her physical condition and sensuality. She touched herself a little as if admiring her own perfection, and I could see a smile creep across her face. Did she know I was there? She was behaving as she were being watched. I began to get a little worried when she turned around, let out a little cough and said under her breath, "OK, that's enough," to no one in particular.
I stepped back, realizing this had gone on too long. I didn't know if she had known I was watching her, but I didn't stick around to find out. I quickly went to bed and jerked off. I was so in awe of her and so stimulated that I didn't think beyond what I had just witnessed. I didn't think about fucking her or even touching her, just reveled in her erotic beauty. The vision of this black goddess in white lingerie stayed with me, fixed in my mind, for weeks afterwards.
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The next day was a school day and as always, Angela was helping with my things, insisting that I eat breakfast. I sat down on a stool in the kitchen and she stood next to me, her silky bathrobe brushing against me. She ran her fingers through my hair lovingly and I felt her breast against my shoulder. I closed my eyes and started to sweat. She had occasionally interacted with me this way before, but it always left me unable to function when she did.
