Chapter 5
Angela began moaning loudly, a HUH sound that was timed with my fingers thrusting into her pussy. Her hands remained on my head, but the force of her grip was less insistent and her fingers started running through my hair.
That's when I heard the back door open and Lauren's voice.
"Angela I AM SO SORRY! I forgot about the thunder. Are you..."
I thought to myself. "Yep, this is gonna be interesting."
What I was not expecting was for Lauren to begin cheering.
"Yeah, Ben! Ata boy! Wooo!"
I felt Lauren's body move past me and looked up to see her smiling down at me. As she slid her hand down the front of Angela's blouse to squeeze her breast, she pointed down at Angela's pussy. "Get in there boy. Stay on that clit, do not let up. Finger fuck her!" To hear such things from the demure woman I'd come to know was a mind fuck.
At that point, I curled my fingers and began to rub Angela's g-spot. Angela's back arched and she began screaming. "HHHAAAAAAAAAAA, HHHAAAAAA. That's it, Kitten! THAT IS IT!
She screamed and writhed for another minute or two and then her orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt. She smashed my face into her vulva and her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers. I did not let up with my tongue. Her hands on my head turned into claws and her manicured nails scratched my scalp. Her hips bucked and she screamed until she pulled in her leg, placed her foot on my shoulder, and pushed me forcefully away from her, gasping for breath.
I fell back on my butt and my elbows, staring in awe. Angela's pussy was a lovely wet mess and her fingers were gently caressing her labia as her orgasm subsided. Angela gasped for air as Lauren cradled her head, her hand still buried in Angela's bra. They sat like that for another ten minutes as the storm subsided.
The view was just too awesome so I did not move until Angela started to get up. Angela stood, pulled her pants most of the way up, and tottered up to me. She grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked my head down to her face and kissed me, hard. Then she thrust me back and looked into my eyes. Panting, she smiled and patted me on my cheek. She turned and headed to the washroom.
When the door closed behind her, I turned to Lauren who was smiling broadly.
As I adjusted the uncomfortable boner in my jeans, I nearly yelled, "What the hell just happened?" I felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole.
Lauren walked up to me and laid her hands on my arms. "Angela has a phobia of thunder and lightning. Astraphobia I think it's called. That woman would face down a lion, but thunder destroys her. We discovered years ago that sex and the dopamine it releases help ease her anxiety during the panic attack. It was a bit weird for Chris at first be he eventually got with it."
She smiled up at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She leaned in and licked Angela's juices off my lower lip. "I think you're already on board. You did great." She kissed me hard and slid her tongue into my mouth. We made out until Angela stepped out of the washroom.
Angela walked up to us still a little freaked out, but she had a handle on it.
"That was very well done, young man."
Then she surprised me by reaching between Lauren and me, to grab my engorged cock through my jeans. "I will come by the loft tonight to thank you properly. But you are NOT allowed to touch yourself until I do. I'll know if you do." She gave me the wickedest smile I have ever seen.
The rabbit hole just kept getting deeper.
Angela was a woman of her word. At about 8 p.m. she walked into my loft without knocking. She looked around the place and said, "I haven't fucked up here in a LONG time."
She was dressed in a tight black dress and black four-inch heels. She was a master at walking in them too. She had that leg-over-leg movement down pat. I could tell from the way her breasts moved that she wasn't wearing a bra.
I got up and met her. Angela stepped up to me, reached up, and more gently this time, pulled my head down to kiss her as her right hand slipped down to the bulge rising in my athletic shorts. She was an excellent kisser. She broke the kiss and whispered, "On the bed Kitten. Now."
I stepped toward the bed and began to take my shirt off.
"Ah ah." She stopped me. "Just the shorts."
I peeled my shorts off and sat down on the bed.
She walked up and gave me a sultry smile as she slid up the bottom of her dress to expose that beautiful bare pussy. "Lay back, "
I slid into the middle of the bed. Angela crawled up alongside me and began to softly stroke my cock. My brain immediately diverted all blood to my penis. I was rock hard in about three seconds.
She looked at me and in a husky voice said, "I see that something is going on between you and Lauren. That is wonderful. She is the best person I've ever known and deserves the same. But you are young. And young people are wildly adept at not knowing a good thing when they have it. So, I'm going to give you this one warning. If you break her heart, I will fucking destroy you."
When she growled the word "destroy" her hand clamped onto my cock too tightly for comfort. Way, way too tightly.
"Do I make myself clear?"
With no thought in my head but the pain in my crotch, I swallowed nervously and croaked, "Yes."
Angela looked me in the eye. "Yes, what?"
I wasn't positive about the required reply, but I took a swing at it.
"Yes,... Auntie Angela."