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 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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