
Story: Angela the house mat   by Ivor Smallone

Part 4

Angela normally got up at around 8.30 Saturday mornings and prepared the families breakfast. Mrs D got up at just after that time, she went down stairs and made some tea. Its good that Angela has slept over for once she thought, at 8.50 she took Angela up a mug of tea. she knocked very quietly on the door, there was no response so she slipped in. Angela was fast asleep in bed, good Mrs D thought at least she'd managed to get herself into bed properly at some time. Mrs D gently lifted the bed cover up, good she’s also got her nightdress on as well. Mrs D watched her sleeping quietly for a while then put her hand to her shoulder. "Angela, Angela its morning time" she called softly. Angela opened her eyes but was not fully awake. "I've made you some tea dear, perhaps you can start breakfast for nine fifteen today, we’re all a bit sleepy this morning." Angela was rubbing her eyes as Mrs D quietly left the room.

Angela slowly came around, oh my head hurts a bit again today she thought pulling herself to the sitting position. Oh god what happened last night she thought trying to piece together the evening. She physically jumped with shock as she remembered some details. God I was teaching Mark how to kiss and he was playing with my bare breasts. Oh my goodness Mrs D was playing with them as well. Angela laid her hands on them through her thin nightdress, they seemed to feel firmer and more sensitive than normal. She took her hands away rubbing her eyes again, she remembered the tea and Mrs D saying breakfast after nine.

Mrs D had made her tea, that was a first, oh god she suddenly remembered Mark taking her breast into his mouth and her giving a little moan of pleasure, oh I really really must stop drinking like that she thought. She glanced at the clock, I need to get moving, I'll have to piece together the rest of what happened last night later if I can. Her head throbbed a bit more when she stood up. She noticed a thick towelling white dressing gown on the chair by her bed. There was a little note on it 'Use this for breakfast'. Well it would save her a bit of time and trouble thinking about what to put on. She slipped it on and went into the bathroom to splash cold water on her face and clean her teeth.

In the kitchen on the side there was a glass of water and 2 pills 'Take these' another note said. Oh well thought Angela, she picked up the pills threw them to the back of her mouth and gulped down the water. Ah it wasn't water, it was a mixture of vodka and water. After a pause she drank it all down anyway remembering the 'hair of the dog' saying. 

She didn’t feel too bad now and began preparing breakfast. Mrs D came into the kitchen wearing a similar dressing gown, her was tied loosely in the middle but quite open at the top. She walked up to Angela and quickly gave her a small kiss on the lips. "Good to see you got up okay dear, I see you’ve taken the pills and drink as well very good. As things look okay I'll go and have my shower before breakfast dear”.

She went back up stairs and straight into her son’s bedroom. "Angela is getting breakfast, why don't you rush down there, give her a quick kiss and thank her for last night. I'm just going for a quick shower. Oh and give your teeth a quick clean before you do it". Without waiting for Mark to answer she was gone.

Sounds good to me thought Mark, still surprised how much his mum was helping him. He was down the stairs in about 3 minutes, he'd pulled his jeans on but was wearing nothing else. Angela was at the sink washing up from the pervious night. He went up behind her and pulled her body back onto his. "Uh thanks for last night, it was uh great" he said hesitatingly. He then realised his dick was up against her butt and pushed it against her harder. Wow that feels good he thought. Angela wasn’t sure what to say in return. Suddenly his hands were on the on the collar of her dressing gown and he pulled it open a little. He instinctively kissed her neck there. Angela was suddenly surprised by a wave of pleasure as he did this. "Uh Mark... Mark, I don't think you should be doing that." "Why not", he replied between kisses and pulling the collar open a bit further, now kissing down onto the top of her shoulder.

Angela was shocked by how good it felt, then she noticed his hard dick pushing against her butt as well. "Okay Mark that's enough now," she said quietly, "I..I can’t finish the dishes with you doing that". Mark just knew that she liked it. "Just a minute more", he said between nibbling and kissing.

Angela was starting to feel very turned on by Mark, god this isn't right she thought I must stop him. Mrs D had crept back down the stairs after Mark, she was very interested to see how they got on after last night. She'd pushed her head around the door and was silently watching. Wow young Mark is much better at this than I imagined she thought as she watched them.

As Mark continued with his lips his hand slid into her dressing gown and gently squeezed her large breast through the thin nightdress material. God Angela had to stop him. "Mark please... please, if you don't stop I'll... I'll have to uh... discipline you like yesterday". She said in a tone that she hoped would stop him. 

"I'd love that" responded Mark truthfully without thinking. Mrs D quickly ducked her head back behind the door as Angela spun around. Hardly without thinking, she slapped his face again but not so hard this time. Mrs D heard the sound from behind the door. "That was nice" said Mark stepping back. Angela wasn’t sure whether he was being sarcastic or not he sounded so genuine. "Id better finish getting ready for breakfast" Mark continued turning and walking towards the door with his jeans tented out like never before. Mrs D had managed to sprint quietly up the stairs ahead of him just in time.

Not much was said at breakfast 10 minutes later, the three were lost in their personal thoughts; Angela was unsuccessfully trying to piece what had happened the evening before, she could remember shocking bits and pieces but not the full picture. Mark was daydreaming about his next chance to touch Angela and Mrs D wondering what time her parcel would arrive with the stuff she'd ordered for Angela. She’d paid a premium for an AM delivery today, she hoped it would be soon.

As if reading her mind there was a ring at the door a minute later. Mrs D took Angela up stairs to try on the new clothes she'd bought. "Get your kit off Angela dear while I fight through the packaging" Said Mrs D concentrating on getting into the over packaged parcel. Angela reluctantly removed the dressing gown then hesitated, all that was left on was her nightdress and knickers. Mrs D seemed not to notice her as got through the packaging and held up what was probably going to become her uniform. "Hmm not bad" said Mrs D holding it out at arms length, "It could probably do with being shorter but we'll see. She picked up the next inner bag and ripped it open, inside were two black bras. She held one up, the cups looked large but the material of them very thin. "Come on dear get that nightdress off, let's see if this fits".

After another moments hesitation Angela reluctantly removed the nightdress. Mrs D glanced at her breasts and said "Turn around dear I'll help you try this on. Mrs d was business like and quickly got the straps adjusted and fitted. "Just a little room to grow, just right" she said as she thought just a little room to allow them to wobble nicely and even squeeze a hand in. Mrs d continued to look at for a few more seconds Angels was starting to feel embarrassed. Mrs d was happy she could see Angela's nipples through the material nicely as well. "Yes just right, give them a little shake dear" she said. Angela felt herself turning slight red as she gave she shoulder a little shake and felt her breasts moving about. Not much support from this thin bra she thought.

Mrs D soon had the uniform on her as well, she tightened the belt a little and stepped back. "It fits you quite well dear, shame it’s not a bit shorter to show a little of those nice thigh’s of yours dear. Still we can probably alter that. Angela thought it was just the right length. 

Mrs D stepped close in front of her and undid the top two buttons. "Yes that's better a little room to breath" she said, she then opened her dressing table draw and took out a pair of scissors. without a word she cut the top button off. "We certainly won't be needing that one" she then undid the third button as well exposing Angela’s cleavage right down to where the bra crossed. "That's good for now but you'll probable need that one done up when Mr Dexter is around, we don't want his getting the wrong idea do we". 

Mrs D opened the final package in it were 2 pairs of darkish stockings. The type that doesn’t need a suspender belt to keep in place. "Put these on dear" Mrs D said handing one of the packets to Angela.  Mrs D had a good gawp at Angela’s thick thighs as she rolled them into place. “Give us a twirl dear.” Angels reluctantly spun around to show the outfit from all directions. “Excellent” responded Mrs D, “Put some of that red lipstick on a minute dear, I’m sure Mark will be interested in having a little peak”. 

Two minutes later Mrs D returned with Mark in tow. Angela stood in front of them feeling embarrassed. "So what do you think son" Mrs D asked. "Cool" was Marks response his eyes settling on her exposed cleavage. Mrs D then noticed Angela had done up one of the buttons.

"No need to be shy with us dear" Said Mrs D stepping forward and undoing the button again, "After last night dear I thought you'd be more than used to us." Mrs D undid the final button for good measure as well and pulled the top open a little more. Angela's cleavage and a large part of the bra was now exposed but not open enough to show her nipples through the thin material. "Better son?" "Oh yes" he replied enthusiastically. "What about these stockings son?" Ms D continued enjoying Angela's embarrassment and lifting the dress so her legs were exposed almost up to her knickers.

Marks dick was rock hard and tenting out his jeans noticeably as he looked at her thighs especially where they bulged a little more above the top of the stockings. Mrs D gave a little chuckle before dropping the dress back down. 


End of Part 4

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