
Story: Angela the house mat   by Ivor Smallone

Part 1


Angela had just recently turned 40, she was a bit overweight with large tits, for 6 weeks now she'd been working at her new job. Well it wasn't really a proper job, she lived with the Dexter family. 

In exchange for free board and lodge she cleaned the house and did the cooking etc and always had to be home when their son Mark got home from school. They didn't want their son coming home to an empty house as they both worked full time. Still it was worth it to get away from her old partner without trace. He worked at the tax office and boasted he would always be able to track her down if she left him. Well she had managed to get away from him this time and reasoned that if she never had a proper job that paid taxes how could he ever trace her. She'd also managed to get a couple of part time cleaning and ironing jobs for cash to give her some spending money. It wasn't great but at least she'd finally got away from the bully.

It was quite a big house and her room was a reasonable size, she had her own small TV there but she generally preferred to read, keeping out of the families way in the evenings.

Angela thought Robert Dexter the husband was quite a nice man, he worked long hours and didn't get home until late, his wife Karen also worked fulltime but she was normally home by 5:30. She was a little odd and enjoyed bossing Angela around, especially in front of her friends. Angela went along with the stupid cow's comments "Angela make sure you get a good shine on my black leather boots dear" was the sort of stupid thing she liked to say in front of her friends. "Yes Mrs Dexter" was the sort of stupid reply Angela made as she knew it would keep the stupid bitch happy. Mark their child was a spoilt brat of 11, he also liked to order her around a bit like his mother. Angela mainly ignored his stupid requests when his mother wasn't around. Which he hated but didn’t know how to deal with.

It was a Thursday evening, Angela had prepared a meal for them without Mr Dexter as Robert always got home very late from work Thursdays. Angela was wearing a much lower cut top than usual, showing an expanse of her large cleavage, she'd only put on the top because she was tired of wearing the same few over and over again. Mrs Dexter, or Karen seemed to be hitting the drink a bit heavier than normal and Mark had been openly staring at Angela’s tits the whole time as she'd been fussing around preparing the table and the food. They'd just finished eating and now even Karen was looking at her wobbling tits as she bent over the table to clear it. 

"I see you like looking at Angela's big bust Mark." Karen commented to her son smirking as they left the table moving back into the lounge as Angela finished clearing the table and went into the kitchen to do the dishes. 

Angela crossed the open lounge door on the way to her room a little later, Karen called out to her. "Come in here Angela dear, come and sit with us for a while."

Angela noticed Karen had now moved on to the vodka as she came into the lounge. "Sit next to Mark," Karen continued, "you don't always have to go straight to your room you know, it's nicer if you sit with us sometimes." Angela sat down next to Mark, she was aware of Karen and Mark looking at her tits as she bent forward to sit.

"Mark has been admiring your big bosom" Karen said smiling "Orr mum." an embarrassed Mark interjected.  "Mark get Angela one of these vodka's, you know how to pour them now, a large one like your mum's." Mark shrugged his shoulders like he wasn’t going to obey his mum. "N... not for me thanks Mrs Dexter, I don't drink spirits" Angela replied. "Nonsense" Karen countered, "Mark now!" Mark reluctantly got to his feet. "You don't drink sprits because you don't get the chance" Karen continued smiling, "you'll love this with a bit of practice. Well not too much practice, I don't want you drinking all my expensive vodka when I’m not here." she continued. Mark had returned with a large full tumbler. Not quite that much thought Karen as Mark held the glass out to Angela. Standing over her he had a great view at her cleavage, he felt his willie hardening again as he stared at her big beautiful mounds.

Angela hesitated before reluctantly taking the tumbler from him, she took it  more to stop him standing over her drooling at her breasts like that rather than to accept the drink. He flopped back down heavily on the sofa again next to her. This caused some of the drink to slosh from the over full glass and over Angela's top. "Oh do be careful Mark, that vodka is too expensive to waste." Karen said irritably.

Angela drank down a few big gulps of the drink so the glass was less likely to get spilt again. She could hardly breathe a second later as the spirit burnt her throat and stomach. She felt her face flushing, she managed to gasp some air and started coughing. "Mark rub Angela’s chest to ease her cough dear, she obviously not used to such strong drink. Mark didn't need to be asked twice, his normal Sloth like manner was lost as his hand quickly went to Angela’s exposed flesh and he rubbed across the very top of her large breasts. His dick almost somersaulted in his pants as he felt his first ever tit flesh.

His mother smiled at him, he gave a little smile back. God his mum knew what he was doing, she was almost encouraging him. He slid his hand a little lower properly onto the exposed top of her tit and squeezed. It felt fantastic. He was amazed that he was doing this and even more amazed that he did it in front of his mum. A second or two later Angela hand quickly came up and removed his hand from her chest. “Uh I’m okay now" she managed to say, the fire from the drink subsiding.

Angela felt embarrassed, she wondered if Mrs Dexter had set that up to allow her son to feel her breast, or at the very least she looked like she encouraged him to do so when the opportunity had arisen.

Angela took a carefully measured sip of the drink this time. Then said “I'm sorry Mrs Dexter, this drink is too strong for me. I'm gong to have to leave it and go to my room now". "Nonsense" came the stern reply from Mrs D. “You can’t let that expensive drink go to waste. You sip it for a while, you'll soon get used to it". Angela didn't want to cause a fuss, it was only a bloody drink for god sake, if she's that bothered about it gong to waste she could drink it herself. That was what Angela thought but she didn’t want to cause a fuss. She look a couple of small sips from the glass. but it still burnt going down. She rubbed her fingers across the top of her chest to reduce the burning sensation. Mrs D smiled at her discomfort. “Go on try again you'll get used to it in a minute or two” she encouraged.

Angela reluctantly took a few more sips, rubbing her fingers across her skin just below her throat each time to ease the discomfort of each sip. The strong alcohol was already starting to get to Angela’s head. Mrs D was carefully watching her drink, Mark looking at her heaving chest and feeling the closeness of the big woman next to him, wondering how he could get to touch her body again.

He didn’t have to wait long. Mrs Dexter had been watching the way Angela always rubbed the top of her chest just below her throat after each sip of the drink. This subconscious action was to ease the unfamiliar burning sensation there each time she drank. As she did it again Mrs D said “You’ll get used to that by the time you finish the glass dear. Mark can rub that hotspot away until you get used to it. Can’t you Mark?” Marks eyes widened "Yeah sure” he quickly replied. “Oh its ok I’m fine now” Angela said, taking another sip from the glass and not touching her chest to demonstrate. 

That was just the cue Mark needed, his small hand was up on her chest in a flash rubbing away the burning feeling just as he seem Angela doing to herself. He pulled his fingers away just as Angela started to lift her hand to move them. She felt a little flustered and the drink now really starting to get to her head. Mrs D was talking . “I like that top you have on there dear it suits, uh, it suits your well endowed chest. You don’t seem to have many clothes dear, some of my old castoffs would look good on you but unfortunately you wouldn’t get into them dear.” she finished with a little chuckle. 

Oh this woman is so pompous and rude thought Angela unthinkingly taking another sip of her drink. Marks hand shot to her chest again and rubbed her there some more. Mrs D smiled “Hah he can be an attentive boy at times” she gloated. “That’s okay now Mark” Angela said turning her head towards him. She realised she’d had to concentrate to form the words properly as she’d spoken. Marks fingers had dropped a little lower and were now gently rubbing across the very top of her cleavage. “My boy is growing up, just look at his fingers” enthused Mrs D. Angela's reactions were a little slow but her hand started to move towards Marks to stop him. Mrs D quickly interjected “Let him continue a minute dear, he’s getting towards the age where he needs to learn about such things” Angela hesitated, the boys fingers slid a little lower into her cleavage. “My my he is advanced for his age” Mrs D enthused watching.

“Uh.. I think that’s enough now Mark. Uh thanks” said  Angela. Mark ignored her he, needed to a least get in another squeeze of those fantastic mounds, his fingers slipped into her cleavage more deeply and his hand lightly squeezed a good portion of her breast. “Oh just let him play for a couple more minutes” said Mrs D, “He’s obviously enjoying himself”. Angela wasn’t so sure but what to do. Marks hand went a little lower pushing her top down a bit exposing the top of her bra cup and her flesh slightly overflowing it. Marks hand now slowly slid down over the top of her dress and gave the breast a big squeeze through the material. Mrs D chuckled. Angela had put the glass down almost empty now, she got unsteadily to her feet moving Mark's hand away from her breast. “I have to go to my room now” she said with a slight slur and headed unsteadily towards the door. Mrs D and Mark both laughed as she swayed towards it. “More fun tomorrow perhaps” Mrs Dexter called after her.

End of part 1

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Thanks Ivor
