Breaking the housewife : Ch3

“Let me just grab my towel and find a good spot in the sun here.” Sandra took a step and began to feel the effects of her drink. She couldn't let Mikey know how much a few beers had gotten to her, so she tried her best to look steady. “You start cleaning this filth up, and I better not hear one complaint!”

“A deals a deal.” Mikey said. Still on his phone, firing off texts. Sandra caught a glimpse at his screen, a group chat with his friends. Discussing some girl in a video, probably some young influencer.

They were saying stuff like.

‘Omg are those tits real? You have to suck on those mommy milkers bro’

‘Fr I never would have expected her to be such a slut. Guess all girls lose their mind over big dick’

‘Sloppy whore was born to suck cock. So fucking jealous Rn’

She couldn't believe how disgusting they were being about the poor girl. Whoever she was. Some teasing slut that was their own age no doubt.

Boys didn't talk about women like her, that was sure.

Not that she wanted them to! She couldn't care less about what dumb teenage boys thought of her…

“I wouldn't disappoint a cool girl like you!” Mikey said, putting his phone away.

Cool... When was the last time a boy called her cool? Coming from a boy half her age, it shouldn't have made her feel so good. Especially when that boy was her obnoxious neighbour. Yet she couldn't help but feel prideful. Just an hour ago, she would have been the ‘lame older woman next door’ to Mikey. Now she was a ‘cool girl’.

Sandra walked back over to her yard to bring her towel back. Finding her half finished glass of wine sitting beside it. She thought about bringing it with her, but Mikey still owed her a drink. She was already feeling light-headed, but… would a cool girl leave a drink behind?

What the hell. She thought to herself as she gulped down the rest of the drink. No point in letting it go to waste.

Rolling up her towel, she stopped by the fence first before heading back. It was too tall to look over, but she could still hear Mikey cleaning up on the other side.

She half thought he'd slack off the moment she left his sights, but he was still working diligently. Maybe she misjudged him? He was unruly, brash and annoyingly loud. But just maybe behind all of that, he was a good kid?

Sandra walked back, watching Mikey fill up a garbage bag as she found a sunny spot. The boy was working up a sweat, his chest and arms shining in the bright sunlight. It reminded her of being a teenager, watching the boys with her girlfriends and talking about them.

Only, back then those boys might have been interested in her. Mikey wouldn't see a girl as old as her like that, and he probably already had a girlfriend anyways. Just from the size of his cock alone he could have any girl he wanted. She could see that massive bulge now, pressing so hard against his tight shorts. The boy must have had every girl at school drooling over him, the hottest girls willing to do anything Mikey wanted to have their turn on his thick, powerful, virile, womb busting cock.

Not… not that she was like that… As good as he was right now, he was still the annoying kid from next door. She was more than happy with her husband's penis. Even if it was a fraction of his size, struggled to get hard when Mikey seemed to perpetual ready to fuck, and had pathetically weak sperm instead of Mikey's hyper fertile cum…

Sandra laid down her towel and let out a deep breath. This heat was getting to her. Making her think weird things. She decided to lay face down on the towel with her eyes closed. Let her muscles ease in the sun, and start drifting off into a deep, relaxing, warm nap….

“How's a long island iced tea sound?” Mikey's voice jolted Sandra who had almost fallen asleep. Offering to make her such a hard drink, she would rather have another glass of wine. Or better yet, some water.

“Thank you, bu-” Sandra turned herself over to turn down the drink offer, but saw Mikey standing there smiling. The tall refreshing drink already in his hands. “T-thank you…”

Sandra stayed on her side and reached out to take the drink. She couldn't turn it down if he had already made it.

Mikey held the drink close, making Sandra reach for it. Her big tits flowing down the more she leaned up, cleavage bunching up together and making his cock twitch. Sandra noticed the anaconda in his pants moving as she took the drink from him. His cock rising up, like it was begging her to grab hold of it instead. She dismissed the thought.

It wasn't her thick milfy body in the undersized bikini that was making it twitch like that. He was just a teenage boy, overflowing with hormones and virility. Why, she could smell it from here. That thick musky scent coming from his body. It reminded her of the filthy taste and smell of her husband's penis and nearly made her gag. She had to be face first with Jeff's pecker to be able to smell it, but with Mikey… it was like he had an aura around him. A musky aura of mind bending cock smell.

“Ready for your massage?” He asked her. Eyes staring deep into her own. She felt a little guilty staring into those innocent eyes, after having such filthy thoughts about his cock.

Whatever was wrong with her today, it stopped now. Sandra was putting her mental foot down. She was twice the boys age for Christ's sake! No more weird thoughts about Mikey's huge mutant cock.

“Lie down and just relax.” Mikey gently pushed her head into the towel after she finished taking a drink. The cocktail was smooth if a little salty, despite clearly tasting like alcohol. “Let my hands make you feel good.”

Before she could say anything, she heard the squelch of a lotion bottle being squeezed, and then felt Mikey's strong hands pressing into her. She had wanted to tell him to get back to work, to give her mind a moment to reset and clear itself.

That was before she felt his hands pressing into her body. Rubbing his warm lotion all over her back, loosening all her tension. It was like magic feeling him rub her tight bare skin. He leaned into her with his full body, the pressure just right to undo all her knots.

“You know, I get a pretty good view into your bedroom from my window.” Mikey’s voice was as smooth to Sandra as his hands. She moaned in acknowledgement, only half listening to his words. Too caught up in the magical sensations.

With one hand he rubbed her shoulders. Releasing all the built up tension from years of stress and anxiety. With another hand he smoothly glided over her sides. Rolling along her soft skin, getting the lotion everywhere.

“You've always been there to help, relieve, my stresses… Especially on my birthday.” Sandra couldn’t follow what he was saying, but she didn't care. He was making her feel so good she didn’t want to think about anything else. “Glad I can return the favour.”

And with another, much firmer, hand he massaged her glutes. Pushing into each cheek of her ass with a clenched fist. Rolling his arm across her bare flesh, sinking it in between her cheeks and rubbing it up and down. He was so firm, pressing deep into the crack of her meaty ass. Releasing a tension deep inside her that she hadn't even realised was there.

It was a divine sensation that left her mind blank and open to anything. So deep in experiencing the moment, that she didn't even think about his technique that allowed him to massage her in three places at once.

She felt the pressure from Mikey's fist press up against her asshole. The fabric of her swimsuit the only barrier between his hand, and her hole. The tiny bikini bottom covering her less than a thong would, leaving her bare ass cheeks to hug his thick hand. This wasn't like any massage shed ever received before, but then… it felt better than any massage she'd felt before. It wasn't like Mikey wanted to reach deep between her asscheeks, feel her ass cling onto his arms so tight as he rubbed her back and forth. He was probably hating every moment of it.

“Nughn.” She heard him groan softly as he pulled his hands off of her. His lotioned up hand in her ass cheeks sliding out of them with a wet ‘plop’. “Need to take this slow. Don't want to end our fun too fast.”

“Is it fun giving massages?” She asked, still basking in the afterglow. Rolling her shoulders and wiggling her ass to see how light she felt now.

“Only when the girl is as fun as you are.” He pressed deep into her lower back, running his hands all the way up her body. Sliding back and forth on her wet skin. Rubbing up and down her sides, his hands gliding over her sideboob that spilled out. That wasn't his fault of course, her boobs were just so big it couldn't be avoided.

A giggle slipped out of her as he complimented her. Turning into a moan as his hands rubbed around her lower body. His hands circling and kneading into her big ass cheeks. Spreading them and then pushing them back together, making her flesh clap as he massaged all her tensions away.

He seemed so fixated on her ass, rubbing it harder and deeper for longer than any other part of her. But that was to be expected? Wasn't it? Most of her days were spent sitting down, so it must have the most tension built up there. It wasn't like the boy liked spreading her open or rubbing his thumbs deep down her crack. No, he had younger girls with better, smaller asses to be interested in. He wouldn't care about her big older booty, not when he would have lines of better girls just waiting to have him and that monster co-

She stopped her thought. Shaking it off and finishing off the rest of her drink. Mikey had moved onto her thighs, rubbing them up over and over to make her ass jiggle. Sandra didn't even notice. She was too busy practising mindfulness to stop herself from drooling over his heaven sent third appendage.

With a few pats to her ass, that were more like slaps, Mikey got her attention. Motioning for her to flip around.

“Can't leave the job half done.” He told her, with innocent eyes and a winning smile. His hands still rubbing her thighs tenderly.

Feeling like she was floating on a cloud, she flipped over. Wriggling her body on the towel, and just enjoying the sensations. She thought she might be kind, and release the boy from the task she was sure he hated. But before she could tell him, she noticed it.

Sticking out from the bottom of Mikey's shorts, engorged, hot and as big as Mikey's fist. The wet head of his cock poked out, hanging down there as plain as day. With Mikey standing over her, and the cock naturally semi-hard, it pointed directly at her face. Twitching and throbbing like it was begging for her to get on her knees and let it take her mouth.

She wasn't supposed to think about it.. but it was right there. It was… it was gross! That was it! So… so big and thick, far too much cock for her! She was very satisfied with her husband's little- no. Normal sized cock. The thought of that… thing, going inside her… in her mouth?! Her husband's penis tasted foul, and there was so much less of it. Other girls probably carved Mikey's huge cock, they probably got addicted to its disgusting smell and the feeling of it splitting them open. Not her. She was more than happy her husband's cock only made her gag from the taste, and not from how far down her throat it reached. Those other girls were sluts for liking such a big, huge, meaty cock, and Sandra wasn't a slut.

Sandra looked away, blushing red. She had to stop staring at it. She thought about saying something, but… no. This was clearly an accident, he was probably still semi-hard from looking at that slut the boys were talking about. Not from here or her body. Mentioning it to him would just make things weird. Better to just pretend like everything was normal.

“I've got a special technique ready for you.” Mikey walked over her, kneeling down behind her head. Letting it rest in his lap. “But this top is going to get in the way. Why don't we take it off?”

“M-my top?” Sandra's body tingled all over. She couldn't take her top off in front of this boy! Even if it wasn't sexual, and just for the massage, it was still crossing a line! How would she explain it to her husband? “I don't think-”

“Hang on. My phone buzzed.” Mikey interrupted her, though Sandra hadn't heard it. He leaned over her body to grab it where he had left it, by her feet. Leaning so far forward his crotch lined up with her face. The glistening head of his cock surprising her as it brushed up on her cheek. Sandra gritted her teeth, but didn't dare move, lest she make Mikey aware it was touching her. It was so warm, and so stiff. Pushing into her cheeks like somebody was pushing their fingers on her face.

When he finally held his phone and moved back, she let out a sigh. She'd been holding her breath in, that potent musk ten times as concentrated that close to his cock.

Mikey texted on his phone above her. Grinning as he read the messages and ignoring her. Not that she wanted to be his focus… she didn't even really still want him massaging her… but he seemed to be enjoying it… so she'd let him keep going…

“What are you talking about?” The thought was unintentionally verbalised.

“Hmm? Oh. Nothing.” He said. Putting the phone back down.

The casual blowing off of her question struck a nerve with Sandra. She didn't really care who, or what he was talking about. But she hated being brushed aside like that, and felt the need to push the issue.

“Talking about some slut you know?” She said. Far more accusatory than she'd intended. “I saw some of the messages you boys sent.”

Mikey looked shocked for a second, but recovered quick. A smile forming at the same time as an idea.

“It's not like it's serious. We're just joking around.”

“Joking?” How was calling a girl a whore, or talking about her tits a joke? She didn't get what was funny about it.

“It's like… a game.” He told her. His hand on his chin, finger repeatedly tapping. “We compete to see who can say the most ridiculous thing. But it's not serious, it's not real.”

Was this really what the kids today were into? She knew the younger generations were more, liberal. But this felt a little much for a harmless game.

“You're a cool girl, I bet you'd like it if you tried. You should totally get in on the joke!” Mikey encouraged her with those admiring sparkling eyes. “Give it a try!”

“Well… I don't know… I'd have to see the girl first before I could comment.” It felt dirty, but needed to prove to Mikey she really was cool!

“Oh no. You're a girl, so the game is different for you. Instead of talking about a slut, you need to talk like a slut.” Mikey made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world.

“Take your top off so I can start giving you the massage. It'll help you relax. But for a cool girl like you, talking like a slut should come naturally.”

Right. She was a cool girl. The things that were considered ‘cool’ these days might have changed, but she was still cool! Mikey probably was assuming she was too lame to take off her top, or to say things only a slut would say. He thought there was no way she could be that cool, and Sandra was about to shove her coolness in his face!

“Let me… let me get these… big boobs out for you, uhh… stud.” Sandra felt dirty saying it, but if it was just for a game? Then maybe it could be a little fun.

“That's a good start.” Mikey didn't sound impressed. “Try throwing in a few more swears. And don't be afraid to get physical! Take that top off and push your tits together, ask me if I want to fuck them”

“Y-you want to do what to my boobs?” Sandra was shocked. How would that even work? It wasn't possible to have sex with a girl's boobs? Was it?

“It's just for the game, don't take it seriously.” Mikey frowned. “But if you're not up to it, that's okay.”

“No no! I can do it!” Shit, she almost messed up there. Mikey was right, she needed to stop worrying about the details. It didn't make sense for a guy to want to ‘fuck’ her ‘tits’, but that was the game. Saying silly stuff that wasn't real. She could say whatever she wanted, and it was okay! It wasn't real.

Grabbing hold of her bikini top, Sandra took a deep breath and then pulled! Her giant boobs flowing out and dropping back onto her chest. She pushed them together, letting instinct take over as she looked deep into Mikey's eyes from below.

“Fuuu… Fuck my big tits with your cock Mikey!”

Gosh that felt so good. Saying such filthy things that weren't true at all was such a rush! Almost as good as seeing the look in his eyes as she begged him to fuck her tits. She understood now. She knew why girls his age wanted to talk like this.

“That was perfect! Now keep going.” Mikey lent over her and started ‘massaging’ her boobs. Putting lots of attention onto her nipples. Rubbing over them as his hands kneaded her big soft tits, feeling them get harder and harder.

“Wha- what should I say?” She asked. Feeling the heat of the sun baking her. Making her thoughts heavier and her body tingling from deep inside. Mikey's hands felt good before, but now they were divine. A pleasure she hadn't known for decades.

“Just say whatever you want.” Mikey was practically drooling, watching her squirm as he tugged her smooth tits and pinched her hard nipples. “Like this. You're such a cow slut who needs her udders milked every day!”

Such… such filth! And yet… there was something exciting about it. A thrill in hearing the ridiculously disgusting comments he could say about her. She hated being disrespected, but she was loving how it made her feel.

“Yes! Milk my big cow slut tits with your big cock!” Nuughhh… saying the thoughts out loud was addictive. Each filthy word sent a shock of electricity down her spine, directly into her crotch. She was just acting cool, just playing a game, but it was making her sweat more than the blistering heat coming from the sun.

“That's it whore!” Mikey cried as he slapped her tit. “Keep begging for it slut!”

“Please! P-please fuck my big slut tits!” Talking like a slut was hard. She wanted to say something that would excite him. Something that would really wow him and show how cool she was. Finding the right words was hard though. She wasn't used to saying vulgar things. Mikey was probably used to hearing dirtier things, from all those sluts he fucked with his big cock…

Mikey's cock… The thought of that filthy disgusting monster made her heart race. She wasn't supposed to think about it, but… but if his cock could turn girls into sluts… maybe thinking about it would give her inspiration?

“Please Mikey, fuck my big fat tits with that giant rod God gave you to destroy women with!” She imagined it in her mind. So huge, so filthy, such a noxious stench. She wouldn't want it anywhere near her… but… but if she were a slut? If she were a slut then she would want the filthy thing to own her big tits. “These big slut tits belong to your cock! OOoohh, OoHh FuuUckk!!” UNhhhHuhhbhnnnGgh Sandra's mind exploded as Mikey twisted her nipples, exactly as she declared her tits the property of his cock. Her body shaking as the most powerful waves of pleasure blasted up her body and fried her brain.

Was that… did she just… No. Surely she didn't just orgasim for the first time in a decade like this? Lying down as her obnoxious big cocked neighbour massaged her exposed boobs while she begged for his cock to own her tits? No… that was…. That was just…

Adrenaline? Yeah! That was just the same as the rush she got for proving to Mikey how cool she was! That was okay, this wasn't cheating. It was just a game.

“Fuck.” Mikey stared down at her. Looking more amazed than he had all day. “You're incredible! I can't believe how fast you picked it up. You really came alive when you started, joking, about my cock!”

“T-thanks…” Sandra said in-between her deep breaths. That big rush of adrenaline really took a lot out of her, but hearing him praise her for talking about his cock made her blush. She really didn't want to keep thinking about it… but if it was just as a joke, then it would be okay.

“I'm serious! I need to get a picture of you for them!” Mikey looked so excited, giggling as he grabbed his phone. Pointing it at her while stifling more laughter. It was encouraging to hear, Sandra must have done a good job playing the game.

“Oh… a picture?” Coming down from her adrenaline high, she was starting to have second thoughts about this. “Maybe not one while, uhh… I'm not fully presentable?”

She wanted to prove she was cool, but leaving physical evidence behind? She wasn't doing anything wrong of course! But… it might be hard to explain to her husband if he ever found out…

“I agree completely!” Mikey smiled at her, banishing any fears she had. He wasn't interested in her body, he wouldn't take advantage of her. She could trust him.

“A picture of you topless would be way too tame.” He continued. “What'll really impress them is a picture of you sucking my cock!”