Phase II.IV- Angel

Ben stumbled a little. This image of his mother, in sexy lingerie and bare breasts, was too much even for him, and he slowly walked back.

Ange proceeded to stride over to him, and grab him tight by the arm.

"Babe," she smiled softly, "Don't be scared."

"Mom, I'm just.... you've never done anything like this before."

"Well, there's a first time for everything, Benny."

Either because of her size difference or her prowess, she was able to drag Ben back to the bed. Ben still looked nervous and confused as he looked at his mother, with her bare breasts staring him in the face. He was also felt strange just experiencing his mother's strong body.

The last time was when she dragged him off the computer when he tried to hack the school. It felt... good? But it shouldn't. But it did.

Ange laid down on the bed.

"Babe, come over here." She patted the spot next to her.

Ben nervously went over and laid next to her. Ange pressed her body against his arm, reigniting Ben's strange feelings about his mother's athletic form.

"Babe," Ange pouted, as she put her hand on her son's chest "You seem uncomfortable with your own mother's body. That's why you feel so ashamed when you look at me in the shower."

She grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest.

"Let's change that. Don't be shy; just feel mommy's body a little."

She laid back down as Ben kept his hand on her chest.

"Just move it up and down your mother's chest."

Ben obliged, slowly moving his hand on his mother's body like a painter on a canvas. Ben felt the fabric of the corset, with its folds and buttons. Underneath, his mom's abs, firm, tight. His confusion and **** seemed to manifest in his saliva, which he swallowed. Slowly, he became more comfortable, bringing his other hand for full effect.

Ange smiled as her son felt her up.

"Ben, you want to feel up my abs?"

Ben, still shy, nodded, and Ange got up to take the corset off. Her body, her abs and her big, beautiful, high breasts were on full display.

Ben put his hands back and fully relished feeling his mom's torso and stomach, just feeling them like a piano. Ange felt great as her son moved his hands, and she closed her eyes to feel the full effect. She could feel a tingling within her pussy, which she giggled slightly at. She also moaned.

Eventually, Ben brushed his hand against her under boob, which he recoiled from. Ange grabbed his hand.

"Relax, Benny," she moved his hand directly on her nipple, "Just do what comes natural."

Ben rubbed his mother's breast clockwise, which caused the nipple to rise. Feeling emboldened, he took the other hand and rubbed it on the other breast counterclockwise.

Ange hadn't felt like this in a long time. She sighed as Ben moved to straddle her, marking a better position to feel up his mom's boobs.

Slowly, rubbing turned into groping, as Ben started to paw his mother. He grabbed, squeezed, moved the breasts, much to Ange's delight. All this was causing Ben to drool a little, especially at the sight of the nipple. Ange could feel it on her stomach.

"You want to suck them," Ange cooed, " like you did as a baby."

Ben nodded as he slowly moved his head to kiss his mommy's nipple, before slowly sucking it.

Ange moaned as Ben sucked. It was incredible. A feeling unlike any other. It made her feel... feminine. She hadn't felt that in a very long time. And it felt... good. It just added to her own growing sexual energy.

Ben moved his mouth from one breast to the other, sucking, licking, kissing. All the while, he felt up his mother's sides, and Ange just sighed and moaned, especially feeling her son's cock (covered by his boxers) on her torso.

This continued until it seemed Ben was about to cum. Ange sprang up and gave Ben a good, long kiss, holding him tight. The two orgasmed simultaneously as they kissed, and the two fell back into the bed.

"Wow..." Ben couldn't believe what just happened.

"See, there's nothing to be afraid of." Ange snuggled next to Ben, feeling his wifebeater and boxers on her naked torso. "It's perfectly natural. You don't need to be afraid of your own feelings."

"Yeah, yeah." Ben enjoyed feeling his strong mother's snuggling on him.

"Well, hopefully, now we can be a little bit more comfortable with each other." Ange gave a quick smooch on the lips.

"Hopefully," Ben could just see the possibilities.

"Alright, night, Ben."

"Night, Angel, I mean, Ange."

The two were about to sleep, when something occurred to Ben.

"Why exactly don't you like the name 'Angel'?"

"I just don't like it, okay."

"But there has to be a reason. You can't just be upset because it was your dad's nickname."

"Well... now that I think about, it made me feel too .... girly. He'd always used it to let me know I was still his little girl. No matter what I did, no matter how much I tried to run away from it, he'd always let me know that I was still his little angel. Making it clear that I was still his girl. Kinda patronizing, but not in a bad way, if that makes sense. Showing that I was still... his and we had a strong bond."

"And that makes you uncomfortable?"

"A little," she thought to her new wardrobe, "but maybe I should let it go. He's gone, and maybe the way he said it wasn't that bad."

"In that case, good night, Angel."

"Don't make it a habit, though." Ange laughed. "Night, kid."

Ben laid in his undershirt and boxers, Ange just in her panties. Her bare breasts pressed against her son.

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Ben's phone blared out from the stuff still dropped near the door, waking both Ben and Ange up. Ben stumbled out of bed to receive it.

"Crap," he grabbed the phone and saw the first message.

"What is it?"

"It's a damn work emergency, I have to go in today."

"Like, to work?"

"Yeah, it's the only time I have to be there. And I have to be there now."

"Oh." Ange was still in just her panties and still a bit groggy. Ben quickly went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, brush his teeth and comb his hair. Ange caught a glimpse of Ben's own naked body and penis, but was too tired to act on it.

Besides, he seemed to be in a rush. He got his new underwear from the same pile, but...

"Crap, all my clothes are still in my room..."

"Wait!" Ange pointed to her closet, "There's my suit, take it."

"Are you sure, mom?"

"Just take it! You need a good suit."

Ben obliged, and took the suit, and quickly put it on. Ange was able to get up and rush over to him to give him a sloppy kiss in the morning. Ben relaxed a little at his naked mother rubbing her boobs on him.

"Good luck, baby."

"Thanks, Angel."

Ben rushed out, leaving Ange to just stand there, hands on her panties, tilting her upper body a little to improve her posture.

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Ange slouched on the chair, after a long day.

To her chagrin, she had to exercise alone. No more intimacy with her son, and it frustrated her. She worked a little harder, and sweated a bit more in her pink bra and shorts.

She made herself a quick breakfast and cleaned the house a thorough cleaning. The washing machine was finally coming tomorrow, but she still had to clean it in the sink again. She cleaned both her remaining underwear and sports clothes and her son's new clothing.

After making the house perfect, she made herself some coffee, and sat in a new white strapless lace bra and a vintage style lace thong. She squirmed a little in the chair, before receiving a text.

It was from Debbie: "Oh, Angelica, how are you? How did your son react to your new look?"

Ange smiled.

"Great! He likes the lingerie so far. ;)"

"Oh, splendid. You've become closer."

"That's putting it mildly," Angel dished out what happened.

"Ooooooh, sexy." Thumbs up emoji.

"Just like you said, I have to make sure he's pleased."

"Everything is going by plan. Even ahead of plan. Wonderful. Has he seen your new wardrobe?"

"Not yet, he had to go to an emergency at work."

"Oh, even better, have you finished making the house look good for him?"

Ange didn't think of it that way, but yeah, she had been doing it just from instinct now.

"Yes, it looks great for when he comes back"

"Do you?"

"What"

"Do u look good for him?"

Uh, Ange looked down, and sighed in relief.

"I have the right underwear. Haven't figured out what exactly to wear."

"How about...."

"You try on some outfits, and send some pictures to me."

"Again?"

"Honey, you know I love it. :)"

"I guess. Makes sense, lol." Ange typed it out as she headed upstairs.

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"Mom, I'm home, " Ben slowly closed the door behind him and sighed.

There was a hacking incident at work. Some activist group had seized control of it, but thanks to Ben, they were able to close the holes, and locate the group for the authorities. Still, the stress of the situation tired him out, and he just wanted to end his day with his mother.

"In the kitchen!" Ange yelled amidst the sounds of pots moving and ... clicking.

Ben sluggishly moved towards the kitchen and made a turn. Despite his fatigue, he was still shocked by what he saw.

"M...Mom?"

Ange was bent in the oven getting something out. She was wearing a pink wiggle dress with white polka dots that went down to her knees. The outfit seemed to emphasize her breasts and ass. Her legs were covered by white sheer lace stockings, ending in bright pink heels. She turned to her son and smiled, revealing her signature red lipstick and eyeliner and mascara, emphasizing her big green eyes, along with her flip hairstyle. She got up, taking out something from the oven. She was wearing white gloves.

"Hey, Babe, so glad you're home!"