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 Story: Angella the house mat by Ivor Smallone

   Part 2

   Angela woke with a bad head, her alarm buzzing away, she hit the stop
button and groaned inwardly.  Normally she'd be wake at least 15 minutes
before the alarm.  She held her throbbing head in her hands for a couple of
minutes, thinking about what had happened last night.  Did young 11 year
old Mark really fondle her breast and with his mums approval.  She must
have dreamt it...  no, no she didn't and she had the throbbing head to
prove what happened was true.  She emptied her water glass by the side of
her bed in just a few big gulps and crawled slowly out of bed.  She had to
get a move on, she was behind schedule, had to get Mr Dexter's coffee and
toast on the go.  He would be up in 10 minutes.

   She quickly got quickly dressed putting her most modest top on, okay it
needed a wash but it would have to do for now until she got another one
washed and ironed.  She'd hardly got into the kitchen when Mr Dexter came
in.  He could see she was looking half asleep, dishevelled and was behind
schedule.  He sat at the breakfast bar quietly watching her as she rushed
to get his coffee made and toast cooked.  Friday good, a round of golf
tomorrow with his friend Bill he thought.

   Angela put his breakfast down in front of him.  "Sorry I'm a bit late
today Mr Dexter" she quietly said.  Robert never bothered to reply, if she
was starting to get sloppy she'd have to go, he couldn't stand sloppiness.
Perhaps they could get a young sex kitten in her place, one who never
bothered to get dressed before, before coming down in her negligee to get
his breakfast in the mornings.  He held the picture in his head as he
gulped down the last of his coffee and looked at his watch.  Time to get a
move on if he was to make his train.  He put down his cup, picked up his
bag and rushed out of the door without even saying good bye to Angela. 
Hmmm.  he wasn't impressed I was late she thought as she poured what was
left in the coffee pot into another cup and drank it down black trying to
help cure the hangover.  It was 15 minutes before Mrs Dexter was due to get
up, just enough time to brush her hair and clean her teeth before preparing
the next breakfast.

   The coffee hadn't helped much perhaps it took a bit of time to take
effect Angela thought as she soft boiled Mrs Dexter's eggs a little later.
Mrs Dexter breezed into the kitchen, "Back into your awful old tops I see"
she scowled as she sat at the breakfast bar.  "Perhaps I should get you a
maids dress and little white pinne." she continued looking Angela up and
down as Angela placed the soft boiled egg and cut solders in front of her.
"Yes I'll have a look online today if I get chance", she continued now
almost talking to herself.  Angela was surprised and bit relieved that she
hadn't brought up the subject of last night.  Then she said some other
dreaded words of the morning.  "Go and make sure Mark is out of his bed
dear, we don't want his getting to school late."

   Mark had already played with himself twice that morning thinking about
Angela's tits.  Angela knocked lightly on his bedroom door and called out
"Are you out of bed Mark, your breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes.  A
muffled "Okay game back through the door.  A relieved Angela went back down
to prepare his breakfast thank god she hadn't had to enter his room.

   That evening Mark arrived home at his normal time, he quickly got
changed and came back down rather than play on his PC as normal, he was
dying to try and have another feel of Angela's tits.  He went into the
kitchen and stopped he couldn't see Angela there for a second.  he heard a
noise and moved further into the kitchen, Angela was crouched down, her
hands right back in a kitchen cupboard obviously trying to find something
at the back.  "What is it Mark?" she said looking up at him.

   Mark wasn't sure what to do or say, he stepped closer to her and looked
at her well covered big mounds.  He suddenly realised if he didn't do
something right them he would chicken out and go back to his room.  He
stepped forward and just grabbed one of her tits, god it felt just as good
as yesterday maybe even better.  Angela started to get up from her couched
position.  She needed to stand up over the boy before explaining in no
uncertain terms that he was not to touch her like that ever again.  Marks
other hand shot onto her shoulder stopping her move to a standing position
for a second, he took a second squeeze of her breast.

   "Mark stop that as once!" Angela quickly responded pushing down with her
legs harder trying to get up.  Mark almost moved back from her them
stopped, a surge of excitement running through him, he realised he could
easily hold the woman in her current position with just a little pressure
on her shoulder.  He slid his hand below her breast and felt the weight of
it god this is so exciting he thought.  "Why should I stop I like dong
this".  His hand had moved back up over her breast, he felt her nipple
starting to harden.

   She rolled back away from him onto her butt then quickly pushed herself
up onto her feet.  She was quite quick for a big woman, she'd had lots of
practice in the past getting away from her drunken husband.  Mark was
smirking at her, without thinking she slapped him very hard across his
face. She'd surprised herself as well, wow she would never have done
anything like that to her husband.  Mark was totally shocked but his
stinging face seemed to make his cock feel even better.  Still tiers welled
up in his eyes, he turned away quickly and without another word rushed up
to his room.

   Angela slumped into a chair feeling frightened, you stupid stupid woman
she said to herself, why did you hit him like that.  The Dexter's were
bound to throw her out onto the street once they found out what she had
done, what was she going to do then.  She glanced at the clock, Mrs Dexter
would be home in half an hour.  she'd probably be thrown out even before Mr
Dexter got home.  She had nowhere else to go, her eyes started to water.

   Suddenly she had an idea, perhaps she could persuade Mark not to tell
his parents what she'd done.  She rushed up the stairs and knocked gently
on Marks bedroom door calling his name.  Mark was laying on his bed his
jeans pulled down around his knees.  He'd just pulled himself off thinking
about what had happened down stars, his tiny amount of clear cum had shot
right up onto his tee shirt, he'd not shot like that before.  Shit she
can't come in here with me like this he thought.  "Go away!", he called
back through the door struggling to pull his tight jeans back up.  He
hopped off the bed and quickly powered on his PC.

   "Please Mark" he heard her plead through the door, "Please I'm very
sorry about what happened down stairs, I uh...  over reacted.  Please can
we talk about it Mark." Over reacted?  what she talking about thought Mark,
it was bloody great.  Mark stepped to his bedroom door and opened it, he
didn't think he'd seen Angela looking quite so flustered before, she looked
like she was about to cry, he turned away feeling embarrassed and walked
back into his room.  She hesitated for a second and followed him in.  "I
didn't meant to hit you Mark I'm so sorry." Mark sat down on the edge of
his bed.  "Let me see, did I hurt you" said Angela gently taking hold of
his face and tilted it up towards her.  she moved it from side to side, one
of his cheeks still looked a bit warmer and reder than the other but there
were no marks.  Angela felt a little relieved and sat next to him on the
bed.

   The bed sank down a lot with her weight causing Mark to tilt over onto
her side.  "Uh I didn't mean that Mark it was just a silly mistake, i
didn't meant to hit you, perhaps we can keep it to ourselves Mark, no need
to mention it to your mum or dad hay...  I uh, I don't want them, I uh
don't want them thinking I'm a bully" Angela gave a little embarrassed
laugh.  "That's okay Mark isn't it?..." Angela took hold of Mark's hand, "I
don't mind us uh...  I don't mind us having a little bit of a uh play
sometimes" she continued placing his hand gently onto her breast.

   Wow I don't know what she's so upset about thought Mark but this is
magic.  She moved her hand away from over his and Mark looked at his hand
resting on her breast.  The big breast make his hand look smaller that it
really was.  He felt the heat of her through the material and squeezed
slowly savouring the moment.  His hand then explored around her breast a
little.  She made no attempt to stop him now in fact she leaned back
slightly placing her hands on the bed slightly behind her for support. 
Marks dick was rock hard again.  He also felt her nipple hardening under
his touch.  "This is magic", he said almost to himself.  He could see her
other nipple was starting to push out her top now as well, he moved his
hand over to that one.  He couldn't believe his luck she might be old but
she had fantastic big tits and she was letting him feel them up.

   After a few minutes she sat up straighter again, Mark thought she was
going to stop him now.  Still he wanted to beat his dick again anyway, this
had been amazing, but instead of moving his hand away she started
un-tucking her blouse from her skirt.  She then took hold of his hand again
and put on her bare skin under her blouse.  Mark gasped loudly.  "Thought
you might want to feel the real me" Angela said huskily.  Mark nearly came
in his pants as his hand slid up her warm soft bare belly and felt the
start of her bra.  Just then they both heard the front door close.  Mrs
Dexter had just got home.  "Just our little secret okay" she said quickly
getting to her feet and leaving the room.

   A big shudder ran down her back as she quietly closed Mark's bedroom
door and quickly rushed down the stairs to greet Mrs Dexter.

   "No need for any cooking tonight Angela, we are having a take-way.  Mr
Dexter is staying in town so we will have curry this evening" "But what
about the.." "Oh don't worry woman if there is food to spoil it will
spoil." Mrs Dexter interrupted, "I'm going to have a long bath, its been a
tiring week, bring two large vodka's to my room in 30 minutes.  "I want you
to help me dress".  Strange request thought Angela, but at least she
thought the earlier 'incident' would be safe with Mark now as long as he
didn't say anything today she thought she was safe as she hadn't marked
him.

   Angela wasn't sure about the Vodka lemonade mix Mrs Dexter liked, she
didn't want to ask Mark so she tried different ratios tasting each in turn
until she thought the taste was about right.  as she took the two drinks
upstairs she already felt relaxed from the alcohol.  She knocked the master
bedroom door and waited carefully for a response.  All she could hear was a
hairdryer running.  she knocked as loud as she dared again still no
response.  Mrs Dexter obviously couldn't hear over the noise of the
hairdryer.

   She opened the door and went in.  As she suspected Mrs D was sitting at
her dressing table, a hair drier in one hand and a brush in the other.  Mrs
D's dressing gown was open at the front, Angela could see a large part of
her cleavage and breasts in the mirror.  "Uh..  shall I come back later Mrs
Dexter?".  "No no come here woman I've been waiting for you." Mrs D replied
turning off the hairdryer.  Mrs D swivelled in her chair and took one of
the glasses from Anglia, she'd made no attempt to close her dressing gown.
Angela's eyes quickly flicked down to her breasts and quickly back to her
eyes again nervously.  "Cheers" Mrs D said clinking her glass against
Angela's, as she lifted her arm Angela noticed a briefly exposed dark
nipple.  "Not a bad mix" Mrs D commented after taking a few large
mouthfuls. Angels took a good gulp from her own glass as well trying to
hide her embarrassment.  She suddenly realised Mrs D was right, she was
getting used to the warm feeling it produced.

   "Be a dear and finishing brushing my hair" Mrs D said handing Angela the
brush.  "So did Mark try and play with your titties when he got home from
school today?" Mrs D continued.  Angela felt even more embarrassed she'd
worried Mrs D might ask something about it in a roundabout way but how
could she answer such a direct question as that.  She picked up her glass
and gulped down the liquid.  Mrs D gave a little chuckle.  "No need to be
embarrassed about it Angela, I can se by your reaction that he did.  So
were you a naughty woman and let him have a little feel up?" Oh god Angela
just wanted to hide, this was worse than her pessimistic worries.  "Uh a
little" Angela embarrassingly managed in reply.  "Oh that's very good dear,
no need to be embarrassed its good that you are teaching him the world of
grown-ups.  Best he learns the basics young from someone like you". 
'Someone like me' Angels thought just who or what the hell does this woman
think I am.

   "Pull the dressing gown off my shoulders dear and give my shoulders a
rub.  There is so much tension there today".  Mrs D pulled her dressing
gown off her shoulders in preparation, in the process her dressing gown
fell completely open both of Mrs D's breasts were now completely uncovered.
Angela couldn't help but look at them in the dressing table mirror.  She
stepped up behind Mrs D and placed her hands on her shoulders, she couldn't
believe what she was doing this as she gently started to massage Mrs Ds
shoulders, this was worse than her worst nightmare.  "Oh yes that's good"
Mrs D enthused, "Just a bit firmer my dear".

   Mrs D closed her eyes concentrating on the feeling of the woman's hands
on her shoulders.  Angela quickly got used to the idea of massaging Mrs D's
shoulders, the relaxing effect of the drink helped.  She could feel the
effect she was having on the tension there after just a few minutes the
muscles there felt a lot more relaxed.

   Opening her eyes again Mr Dexter locked eyes with Angela's in the
mirror. "This reminds me of when our maid taught me all about sex at the
age of twelve.  My mother encouraged her in the lessons, the maid was ten
years older than me at the time, twenty two, her body at the peak of
perfection but not a man to share it with.  We both learnt a lot from those
experiences".

   Oh God why is she telling me this thought Angela, as if in response Mrs
D's hands went over Angela's on her shoulders and gently guided them down
her front.  Angela felt the tops of Mrs breasts under her fingers she tried
to slide her hands back up higher off of them.  Mrs D kept them in
position. "Don't struggle dear, you'll soon get used to the feeling, you'll
love the feel once you let your head accept it".  Oh god where's this going
thought Angela but at the same time she felt a sort of odd excitement.

   Angels realised her fingers were still lightly massaging the tops of Mrs
D breasts, Mrs D hands were still lightly over hers but not needing to keep
Angela's hands in the right place anymore.  Angela leant forward a little
and looked down at the hands on the top of Mrs D breasts, she noticed that
Mrs D nipples were jutting out now as well.  Mrs D guided Angela's hands a
little lower.  Oh god Angela could now really feel the mounds below her
hands now.

   Mrs D moved her hands away from Angela's, Angela was tempted to take her
hands away now but didn't.  She looked at her hands there in the mirror,
looked at her fairly long fingernails.  She prided herself on her nails,
she managed to keep them reasonably long even with all the house work she
currently did, she always kept them clear lacquered to help protect them.

   "Your doing very well now dear" Mrs D quietly said, "bring your fingers
down over my nipples now hun".  Angela wasn't sure about that but gave the
flesh a little squeeze while she watched her hands in the mirror.  Her
fingers then slid across her breasts just touching the very edge of her
dark areola.  Almost instinctively Angela moved her fingers over her
nipples without quite touching them.  She then drew her fingers back
slowly, her nails rubbing lightly over the top of Mrs D nipples.  Mrs D
gave a little gasp and Angela saw and felt her nipples get even harder. 
Angela's hands then slid down over Mrs D's breasts, she felt the hard
nipples pushing into the palm of her hands as she gently squeezed and
fondled them.  "Oh god yes" Mrs D quietly moaned.

   Angela suddenly pulled her hands away and stepped back, what the hell
was she doing, she wasn't a lesbian.  Mrs Dexter understood the confused
thoughts going through her head, she'd been there herself even though it
was a long time ago now.  A shame she was doing so well, very well indeed.
Mrs D stood up and gave Angela a quick hug.  "Sit down dear let me make you
up a little for this evening".

   Angela sat on the stool feeling a bit confused and a bit relieved Mrs D
hadn't tried to force her to continue.  Before she had managed to get her
thoughts together Mrs D was already applying foundation to her face.  It
felt nice, good quality, a lot better that the stuff that Angela had
occasionally used.  Mrs D worked quickly, efficiently she was obviously
well practiced in applying such things.  Angela normally made do with a
little eye makeup and lipstick at most.

   Angela looked at herself in the dressing table mirror, she couldn't help
be impressed with the effect Mrs D was achieving, she almost looked ten
years younger.  Mrs D finished applying the makeup to her first eye, it
looked dark and a bit tarty for Angela's taste but certainly looked the
part.  Mrs D finished and handed Angela her drink as she inspected her
work. Angela finished her drink off as Mrs D commented.  "Yes not bad, not
bad at all.  Just the lips to complete now, you scrub up quite well dear".

   Once finished Mrs D guided Angela off to her room, "Lets make sure you
dress in something better than you have on at the moment.  I bought you a
few things on the web this morning but they won't arrive until tomorrow",
Mrs D was cheerfully saying as she guided Angela into her room.  Without
asking she quickly went through Angela's wardrobe.  "Nothing much in here
dear" she said almost to herself as she went through Angela's small range
of clothing.  "God is this it" she continued after completing her
inspection and finding nothing, "Where's that low top you had on a few days
ago?  That will have to do for this evening." "It's uh, its in the wash"
Angela quietly replied.  "Well get it back out it will have to do for
today" Mrs D replied starting to look through Angela's small chest of
draws. She found the draw she was looking for and pulled out a few bras
holding them up for inspection.  "This one will have to do" she said
selecting the smallest lowest cut cups of the bunch.  "Uh I don't think
that one fits me any more Mrs Dexter".  "Nonsense it will do fine" Mrs D
replied marching from the room.  Glancing at her watch she called back,
"The curry will be delivered in 20 minutes you'd better hurry, you'll need
to get the plates etc warmed...  Oh and I'll pour you another drink".

   Another drink, Angela still felt quite drunk form the first one as she
tried to squeeze her breasts into the too small bra cups.  That will have
to do she thought, why all this getting dressed up stuff anyway, they were
only eating in.  As Angela rushed across the landing and onto the top stair
she heard Mrs D call her from her room.  Oh what now she thought going to
see what she wanted.

   Mrs D looked Angela over as she walked across her bedroom, hmm not bad,
not bad at all she thought as she watched the woman's breasts wobbling as
she moved towards her.  "I just wanted you to try some of this perfume
dear".  Mrs D dapped some on her own wrist and offered it up to Anglia to
smell "Mmm...  yes nice" Angela replied taking in the fragrance.  Mrs D
puffed a little onto Angela's wrist and as she rubbed her wrists together
she squirted a little between Angela's well exposed cleavage.

   Mark dragged himself into the dinning room as Angela placed some of the
curry dishes out on the table.  "Wow" he said looking Angela up and down,
"You look uh...  you look good".  "Why thank you Mark" Angela replied
slight embarrasment and turning away from him to get the last of the
dishes.

   By the time they finished the meal Angela was feeling even more drunk.
Mrs D had encouraged her to finish another large vodka during the meal and
was unbelievably pouring her another one now as she got slightly unsteadily
to her feet to clear the table.  "Oh don't bother with that today dear, you
can clear up in the morning.  Come and sit with me and Mark now".

   Mark had been allowed a small glass of wine with the meal and had spent
more and more time staring at Angela's cleavage as the glass contents went
down.  Even in her drunk state Angels started feeling very nervous as they
went into the lounge.

   End of Part 2

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   Thanks Ivor