Sexy Fun Times/Strange/Bad Boy/Mom
"Mom's home." It's Rita's voice from the sitting room.
You hurriedly wrap the towel around you and glare at Ricky who seems to think it's funny. "You all right in there," a female voice calls.
You are seventeen and although you've had a fair amount of sexual experience, this situation is way beyond anything you ever imagined. Wearing nothing but the rather inadequate towel, you follow the boy to the kitchen. You do have a vague memory of the attractive young (surely too young to be the mother of these kids) girl/woman who is sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee. "Hi! Are the kids looking after you all right," she says.
"Err, Hi," you stammer and sit down. Of course you have no idea what her name is and you curse yourself for not asking one of the children earlier.
She smiles sweetly at your confusion. Attractive doesn't adequately describe her. About 150cms and slim. Her hair is glossy black, long and straight, framing a heart-shaped face with big brown eyes and a snub nose. Her smile reveals some slightly crooked teeth. She is wearing a crisp, white shirt with a scarf arranged a bit like a tie. A short navy skirt and dark stockings. You know they are not tights because you get a glimpse of stocking top as she uncrosses her long legs.
"Angela," she says. "Angie to my friends. I'm guessing that you don't remember much about last night."
The kids are watching TV and she gets up to top up her coffee and give you one. The washing machine pings and she transfers the contents to a dryer and sets that going.
"I, err, had a shower." What the fuck is wrong with me, I can't even say something sensible.
"I guessed, she says, flicking her eyes over your bare chest and down to where the towel just about covers you. "You must find us pretty unconventional with the children running around naked.
You nod. "They call me Mom, but they are not actually mine. Well Baby is, but Rita and Ricky are my late brother's kids. He and their Mom died in that plane crash four years ago and I took them in.