Breaking the housewife : Ch9

Sandra knew she didn't have much time, but her curiosity was piqued now. She had to know what those files said, had to know more about what troubles Mikey was facing.

Picking up the file, she scanned over the other contents of the chest. Such a strange, seemingly random collection of items. There was a doctor's stethoscope, an old wedding veil, a couple of business cards, a choker that was snapped in half and various pieces of mismatched woman's underwear.

Some of the bras and panties looked like they may have fit Julia, but not all of them. She wondered where this l could have come from, but pushed that concern behind. She knew Mikey would have a reasonable explanation, and was far more interested in sneaking a look through at his file.

Skimming through the open files, Sandra read through the therapist's notes. She didn't want to pry too deep, but what she saw confirmed her suspicions.

A troubled home life, parents that were having relationship issues. Midway through the files the therapist noted the presence of ‘rebellious influences’ in Mikeys life. She theorised that this influence was the main cause of his ‘unruly and brazen’ behaviour.

One quote in particular caught her eye.

“While Michael had made his… physical ‘ailments’ a priority of our sessions, I continue to wonder what the cause of his behavioural problems could be?

Certainly his family is a contributing factor, but with deviant behaviour this extreme, there must be another factor. Until Mikey feels comfortable revealing this factor to me, I worry our sessions will continue to end without progress.

I'll simply have to stay the course until our professional relationship develops further, though I do hope we have a breakthrough soon. I don't know how much more my
jaw can take, and believe my secretary is beginning to notice the smell.”

Sandra wondered if this other woman was really the right match for Mikey. She sounded so cold and clinical, when Sandra was sure all the boy needed was the gentle love and care from a mother figure.

And to call his behaviour ‘extremely deviant’ seemed so cruel! Sure Mikey acted out, Sandra was the first to admit that, but what teenage boy didn't?

Sandra skipped ahead in the file, skimming over the notes for their later sessions. The pages were stuck together as if glue had dripped all over them, but she could still make out what it said.

“Our latest session was a record breaker. Nine straight hours of intense, ‘therapeutic’ actions taking Mikey's comfort into full account. I must say that in all my years working as a professional, nothing could have prepared me for the onslaught I endured.

By the end of our session, my legs had turned to jelly, my stomach was more full than it has ever been, my jaw felt like it might never close again and… other parts of me were certainly never going to feel the same.

Yet despite my body being pushed past its limit, Mikey remained just as strong, just as virile, just as pent up as always. Insatiable and unrelenting.

I'm so sure that this treatment will work, it has to. If nine hours isn't enough, then maybe ten? Or twelve?? Our weekly solo sessions may need to become twice weekly, maybe even thrice although I loathe what it will do to my body…

And more than the physical strain, the emotional toll of this work is starting to build up. My husband is already complaining about the lack of ‘attention’ he's been receiving lately with all these late sessions I've been running. He doesn't understand. Couldn't. Mikey needs my help. Needs me. And as a therapist it's my responsibility to make any sacrifice I can to satisfy his needs…”

Sandra couldn't believe what she was reading. All those sessions, all that work, and still this hack couldn't do anything for Mikey. It was clear to her that this harlot was looking for a scapegoat to her awful therapy skills! She mentioned her jaw being sore, likely from screaming at the poor boy! No wonder she couldn't get Mikey to open up!

But Sandra had the opportunity, no, the duty to comfort the boy and find out what was really wrong. Give him the exact kind of therapy he truly needed!

“Hey slut.” Mikey called from the hallway.

Sandra dropped the notes in a frantic rush. Smiling as innocently as she could as Mikey’s toned, naked body entered the doorway. His massive cock still hard enough to hover in the air.

“Hurry up with the rag, kay?” Mikey looked her up and down. His eyes lingering on the still warm cum that adorned her body.

“I'll be right there.” She said. Her eyes fixated on his throbbing rod of meat. Having seen mentions of the bullying he received for being a genetic anomaly, Sandra felt pity for the boy. How could she have reacted so poorly to it when she first saw it?

Its sight, smell and taste had revolted her, and frankly still did, but she couldn't let that show now. She needed to make sure he felt comfortable in his body, like any good mother figure would.

With Mikey waiting, Sandra grabbed the first rag she could find. Stained and covered in white marks, it cleaned her up as much as it made her filthier, but it would have to do.

Mikey watched her now as she wiped his cum off of her breasts and face. Sandra would have shooed him away, but after reading through those files she wanted to be gentle with the boy. He was probably so used to draconian authority figures telling him east he had to do. Sandra needed to be different if she was going to get through to him.

After doing her best job of wiping the filth off of her, Sandra strided towards the door. Giving Mikey her most pleasant smile as she approached, her naked body on full display for him.

“You look good with my cum smeared all over you bitch.” Mikey slapped her ass as she passed by, digging his fingers between her cheeks as he groped her tightly. Sandra looked into his eyes and Mikey winked at her. Letting her know that this was all a part of the game, that he didn't really mean what he was saying.

Of course he didn't, Sandra knew that now. He might call her a slut, or a whore, or even a bitch… but behind that mask she knew he truly respected her. That he thought she was cool. What other woman her age would let him say such horrible things about her? Even just as a joke.

Mikey's hand dug deeper into her ass as he began to guide her to the room. Pulling her along while his fingers teased her holes.

Being this playful and handsy meant he must have been in a good mood. Sandra saw no better time to get him to open up than now.

“Sooo, I couldn't help but notice those therapy notes…” Sandra kept her tone light, and even let out a few exaggerated moans as Mikey’s fingers teased both her holes. She knew that it would keep Mikey in his good mood, even as she touched a sensitive topic.

“Were you looking through my shit whore?” Mikey plunged two fingers into her wet hole. The rough sensation eliciting degrading moans from Sandra that made her sound like some sex addicted slut. The embarrassment would have been overwhelming if she didn't have her mission to achieve.

“N-nughhnnnooooo.” Sandra half said, half moaned. Feeling a heat rising inside her once again. “I ju-UgHhhhssssstt noOoticed it…”

Mikey was casually finger fucking her now as she stood naked in his hallway. He didn't seem overly angry in his voice or his expression, but the rough treatment his hands were giving her made Sandra feel that she was treading on thin ice.

But she wasn't about to let that stop her. Mikey needed all the attention and affirmation she could give him. She wasn't about to give up or complain like that horrible therapist, she would do whatever she had to do in order to get through to him.

“I Nuughhhh.” Another moan escaped her lips as Mikey forced a third finger inside her, but she pressed on. “I jusssst waAanted to make sssssure you're ooOokaaAayyy.”

Mikey seemed to actually take her words in. Slowing down his assault on her pussy until he had stopped all together. He took his hand out of her ass and stared at the three fingers that were covered in her wetness.

“I guess I'm doing fine.” Mikey turned his head away from her. Eyes staring at the floor. “Nothing I can't handle…”

Sandra's heart ached for the poor boy. It was so clear to her that he had been bottling up all these feelings, with no one he could actually talk through these feelings with. It was no wonder he was so attached to this silly ‘slut’ game. It was probably the only way he could vent his emotions without getting himself into trouble.

“Is it your parents?” Sandra asked. Hoping to get him to open up some more. “Julia-”

“She's great.” Mikey interrupted her. “It's my dad that doesn't get me.”

“What does he-”

“He just…” Mikey stopped himself. Bring his three slick fingers in front of Sandra's lips. “Clean these up for me slut. It's your mess.”

The sudden change from soft, vulnerable Mikey to the more confident and dominant Mikey jarred Sandra for a moment, but she knew what was happening now. That sweet and kind boy was the true Mikey, and the brash and vulgar Mikey was his mask.

Sandra loathed the idea of sucking her own juices off of a man's hand. Even in her wilder, younger days such an act would have been far degrading for her to even think about doing…

But if Mikey would only feel comfortable opening up to her if he could keep this confident ‘mask’ on, then she had no choice but to obey him.

Opening her mouth, Sandra flopped her tongue out and let some drool drip down her cleavage. Mikey smiled just a little as he watched her degrade herself for his pleasure, and that small smile made her feel as much heat inside her as his fingers had earlier.

“Okay, so. Julia is great. She really takes care of me.” Mikey explained as he shoved his fingers inside her mouth. The sweet wrongness of the taste in her mouth made Sandrs feel dirtier than being covered in Mikey's cum ever had. “But my dad just doesn't understand my needs.”

With a sudden movement, Mikey began walking again. Pulling Sandra along by the three fingers he had her sucking on.

“Julia does her best to help me, but dad- Don't forget to use your tongue.” Sandra struggled to keep up, but she followed his instructions. Wrapping her tongue around his fingers and licking it up like she had for the beast between his legs earlier

“Dad doesn't like all the time she spends with me.” Mikey sighed as he pulled Sandra into his parents room. “He even gets jealous of me, if you can believe it.”

Sandra was utterly appalled! His own father jealous of him?? Just because the boy had special needs that had to be tended to! She'd thought highly of the man from their few encounters over the years, but now she couldn't see him as anything but a disgusting pig.

Mikey pulled his fingers out of Sandra's mouth, wiping them off on her breasts like they were a rag. He walked off into his parents ensuite, leaving Sandra alone to look around the room.

The pictures that hung on the walls here seemed a little more wholesome than the ones from downstairs. Mostly focusing on all three family members together.

Above the perfectly neat bed, with all its sheets tucked in, was a collection of wedding photos. Julia dressed in a brilliant white dress with a long flowing tail. The gown had a tight corset around her waist, pushing the woman's chest up and giving her a stunning amount of cleavage. Sandra could imagine herself scoffing in disgust if she had been at the wedding, but now, after everyone she had been through today, she couldn't help but admire the woman.

She stood there, confident and proud of herself, for all of her guests to see. And, more importantly, for Mikey to see. She couldn't help but notice how the boy was staring at her chest in almost every photo. Save for the few pictures that had just the two of them together. One in particular, looked like Mikey having his first dance with the blushing bride.

They were holding each other together tightly, Mikey with both hands firmly placed along Julia's backside, and her with one arm around his back. Holding him tightly to her, pushing his face right into her cleavage. The angle of the picture made it hard to see where Julia's remaining hand was, but it almost looked to Sandra like it was reaching down her boy's pants…

Maybe they were just a very physically affectionate family. Maybe, like any teenage boy, Mikey just had wandering eyes that couldn't help but stare at her obscene dress. Maybe the amount of cleavage she was showing had been a mistake, the gown could have been fitted too tightly, or too low. Sandra couldn't know, but a part of her suspected that it was intentional. That maybe, just maybe Julia knew how to take care of him, just like Sandra was…

“Get down on all fours on the bed.” Mikey walked back into the room, pouring a bottle of lube all over his throbbing, over a foot long pussy destroying cock. “I wanna hear those slutty asscheeks clapping as I ruin your bitch ass pussy.”

The words filled Sandra with a swirling pit of yearning, made her bite down on her lip to avoid letting any more moans out.

She thought on what she was about to do here. On letting Mikey ravage her however he pleased. The rational, quiet part of her still felt like it would be wrong. That letting another man fuck her, under any circumstances, would make her a cheater. Would make her just as much of a slutty whore as Mikey pretended to call her. That if she truly allowed Mikey to rail her married cunt with his iron fuckstick and will her womb with his immensely potent baby batter, that she wouldn't ever be able to go back to her husband again…

It didn't take much to shut that stupid, naive side of her up. Sandra was absolutely confident now that this was something she had to do. Not for her sake! But for Mikey's. Letting him use her was the only way she could help him, and it would only be a one time thing. It didn't mean anything serious between them, it was barely any different from her giving him a hug.

Only… this ‘hug’ would leave her more filled up and stretched out than she could ever dream.

“Yes Mikey.” Sandra giggled. Following his orders by bending over in the bed for him and stretching her legs open. Her back perfectly arched to maximise his pleasure.

“You're such a good slut.” Mikey praised her as he stepped up to the bed.slapping his cock on her juicy asscheeks. “Dad says I spend too much time with women like you. He thinks Julia coddles me too much. That I'll never be a ‘red blooded male’ like him if I spend too much time alone with her…”

“That's so awful of him!” She felt so bad for him, having to endure such a toxic presence in his life. Reaching back, she pulled on her asscheeks. Stretching them to the side so that Mikey would get a better view of her holes. It was what a slut would do, and the least she could offer to help soothe his wounded soul.

“He's been so pent up lately. Without any way to release, I think he's been taking it out on me.” Mikey slapped his rock hard dick over her pussy as he squirted the remainder of the lube bottle over her asshole. Using his thumb to rub it deep inside her. “By the way, I'm fucking your ass first. You don't mind me turning that tight rosebud into my cumdump, do you whore?”

“Of course not, take whatever you need!” Sandra smiled and even moaned as Mikey fingers her asshole, but inside her heart was pounding. Her back-door hadn't seen any action for even longer than her pussy had, and she wasn't exactly experienced then. The thought of Mikey's equine sized deep drilling rod destroying her ass made her quiver in fear, but Sandra was better than that. She had to give Mikey everything. As much, as hard and as deep as he wanted. Nothing else mattered to her.

“You might want to bite into the pillow.” Mikey chuckled as he began filling her unused fuckhole with the heavy weight of his mutant cock.

“You shoUld UuNnGgHHHhhh… t-talk to him about it.” Even doused in lube, Sandra's asshole burned as Mikey’s cock tore it apart. The pain stung so bad, but in a strange way it felt good. She knew that the more painful it was for her, the more pleasure Mikey would be feeling. Knowing that her once tight hole was bringing him joy made every second of pain worth it to her. “Oooooorrr haaAavee yooOour sTeEepp-MoOother DoOoooOooo it…”

“She's been too busy with me to talk with him.” Mikey casually said as his cock stretched out her asshole. Pushing deeper and deeper inside her. “That's why he's been so backed-up and angry lately.”

Half of Mikey's thick, veiny meat rod was buried inside her ass now, with more being shoved inside every second. The overwhelming pressure made Sandra's brain go fuzzy, but she pushed on. Encouraged by the amount Mikey was willing to share with her.

“That's Nnughh N-noOo excuUUusssee…” Drool dripped from her lips and her fingers were gripping the sheets hard enough to rip holes in them. “H-heeEee sssShhouuld t-try HAAARDER t-toooOooo CoOoNNnnugh-trOooOoll H-himMmmmhhh-SeeEellff.”

Mikey had begun thrusting his cock in and out of her asshole. The wet sloppy sound of his cock drilling her hole filling the room. With each hard thrust he pushed himself even deeper inside him. His warm hard cock fucking her in places nobody had ever reached before.

“It's, MmHmnmm… alright.” Mikey moaned. His hands slapping her ass and spreading apart her dripping pussy as he fucked her hard. “Julia's always there to make me feel better when he yells… Fuuuck I wish her asshole was as tight as yours though…”

Mikey's cock was in her ass deep enough for her to feel his solid, hefty sperm filled balls slap her cunt. The mind bending painful pleasure pushed Sandra to her limits. Her thoughts dissolved behind a wall of static, but the part of her that held on caught the implied meaning of Mikey's words.

The image of Julia, her mild mannered neighbour of years instantly shifted. She'd once blamed the woman for Mikey's rowdy behaviour, for not controlling him.

How wrong she had been.

Julia was clearly a wonderful woman. One who took care of Mikey's needs. She couldn't imagine how badly behaved he might have turned out without her calming influence on him. Sandra couldn't wait for Julia to come home so they could compare experiences and discuss how best to keep her boy under control and out of trouble, but first-

“NUghUuhhhHhh FUUUcCCKkk I'MnMnmhh CUuUuMmMmINGGGG!!!” The assault on Sandra's again was too much for her to take. Mikey was fucking her ass hard enough to make her cheeks clap while shoving her head into the pillows. With his thumb furiously rubbing her clit and four fingers stuffed inside her pussy, Sandra experienced the most powerful, mind breaking orgasm of her life.

“MmhmmmMmm You love this fat fucking cock way more than you're husband's little prick don't you.” Mikey groaned and he slammed his cock into her over and over. “Tell me how much better it is Bitch.”

“NUghhh FuuUuCk it's SoOOo GOoOooDDD!” The rolling pleasure of her fist orgasm hadn't even softened before the next one hit her. The deep, filling anal fucking Mikey gave her filled her with more pleasure than her husband had given her their while relationship. “I NnnnEEeeEeddd it EeEevvery D-aAayyyy!”

After another three, or maybe four orgasms were fucked out of her, Mikey finally relented. His cock slowly sliding out of her ass and leaving her feeling the deep emptiness.

“Wow, I can fit my whole fist in here now.” Mikey fingers traced the gaping rim of her sensitive asshole as Sandra collapsed onto the bed. Taking heaving breaths and her legs still quivered from the aftershocks of her orgasms.

“Still among the living?” Mikey joked. Lightly slapping her ass to get her attention.

“UuUghhhgghhhhhh.” Sandra moaned, flipping herself over to lie on the bed properly.

She couldn't believe how light her body felt despite having all the strength drained out of it. Her ass still stung from the harsh pounding Mikey gave it, and yet she couldn't imagine herself feeling any better. Bliss was the only word to describe it. She was utterly and perfectly content at this moment.

This feeling had to have come from her breakthrough with Mikey. It was her body rewarding her for doing a good thing. The right thing.

“Feeling better?” She asked, noting the smile on his face as he looked down at her.

Mikey's smile only widened. He put both of his hands around his stiff, mammoth erection, slowly stroking his bulging cock. The harsh stench of it wafted into her nostrils and Sandra could almost taste it on her lips. She knew from his horrible, yet rich and potent musky scent that a fresh load of cum was about to explode out of him.

“Think that slutty cunt is read to get flooded with cum?” Mikey asked her, before adding. “That is, if you don't care that you'll be cheating on that stupid cuck of a hubby you have.”

“Stop asking and come fuck my needy, breedable sluthole~” Sandra cooed. Suppressing her laughter at the ridiculous things they were saying.

Of course Mikey wasn't going to actually have sex with her. He was just going to use her body to fulfil his needs and desires. But like the good ‘slut’ she was, she played along. After all, it was what he wanted, and a man should always get what he wants on his birthday.

“That's right slut.” Mikey pulled Sandra down by her legs. Positioning her throbbing cunt right in front of his cock. “Beg for me.”

“Please. Pleeease. PLEeeEEAAseeee~~~” Sandra's pleading devolved into an unintelligible slop of slutty moans and cried as Mikey's cock pushed deep inside her. Slipping in with ease despite its gargantuan size.

With just the tip he had filled her up more than her husband ever could. By halfway he was hitting spots inside her that hadn't been pleasured for years, and still he had so much more to give her.

Holding her legs up in the air, Mikey thrusted deeper and deeper inside her. Until she could feel the head of his cock finally press against her cervix.

“NuugHhhh fuuuuuckkk I loOove this dick soooooo muuch.” Sandra's eyes rolled back as she felt the cock inside her begin to slide in and out. A slow rhythmic fucking that had Mikey slamming his cock into her cervix with increasing force every time.

“You on birth control?” Mikey asked as his cock slowly reshaped her pussy into a cavernous fuckhole.

“N-no.” Sandra could barely get the word out as her brain began shutting down again from cock overload.

“Thought so.” Mikey said between grunts and he began to fuck her faster. “Then where do you want this far fucking load I've been building for you?”

His cock was pounding her hard and deep enough that it made her stomach bulge every time it slammed balls deep into her. She could feel it throbbing against the tight walls of her pussy, so close to unloading the gallons of cum it had stored.

“Should I cum on those slut lips before you kiss your hubby goodnight? All over these juicy fat slut bags you have for tits?” Mikey spread her legs to the side and leaned over her body. The new position kept more of his cock inside her as it knocked on her wombs door and allowed him to suck on and play with her tits.

“Or maybe…” Mikey finished lapping up her nipples and whispered into her ear. “Maybe you want me to fill up your cheating cunt with every drop of cum I have?”

With Mikey's cock slamming her cervix like a jackhammer now, Sandra couldn't put words together. Instead she wrapped her legs around Mikey's body and locked him in place. Tightening her grip around him to keep his cock from ever leaving her.

“MMMHMMM Fuuuck that's right slut!” Mikey kept slamming himself into her. Her legs holding onto him for deer life as his cock destroyed her pussy. “I'm gonna FUCKING FILL YOUR WOMB WITH ALL THIS FRESH HOT CUMMMM!”

As he growled the words into her ear, his cock finally broke through the wall of her cervix and penetrated her womb directly. The squeezing tightness of her deepest hole brought him crashing over the edge. His cock vibrating furiously as it began to gush his thick creamy seed directly over the walls of Sandra's womb.

It poured and poured into her. The warm, fulfilling feeling of his sperm filling her up shattered what was left of Sandra's mind. Leaving her with nothing but white, creamy bliss….


“God damn woman.” Mikeys laugh stirred Sandra out of her daze. “Haven't cum that much in a while. Fuck I always knew you were one of the cool ones.”

Sandra blinked her eyes open, taking a good look down at herself. Fresh cum oozed out of her newly gaped hole, bubbling and dripping down her body. She could still feel the cum that had filled up her womb inside her. It gave her a warm, comforting glow. A feeling of fulfilled purpose.

But Mikey must have had more cum than her pussy could take. She could see ropes of hot sticky goodness that drenched her body. Covering her tummy and coating her tits.

“Wow…” Was all Sandra could say. The mess he had made all over her, this feeling she had right now. It wasn't something she would ever forget, but seeing it now she realised that maybe things had gone too far. She knew that she hadn't done anything wrong, that this was all just for Mikey. But if her husband saw her like this? If she got pregnant???

She had done what she needed too. She'd helped Mikey feel better, but this had to be a one time thing. As bad as she felt for him, she knew that this had to be the end of their little ‘slut’ game…

“I should get going.” Sandra swallowed the lump in her throat as she pulled herself up, trying to remember where she had left her clothes.

“Yeah yeah… my parents will be back soon anyways.” Mikey said.

This was good. Sandra had helped Mikey while he needed it, but now Julia would be here to take care of him. It was for the best really, it wasn't Sandra's place to get between the two of them.

Things would go back to normal… back to her husband and his droning conversations about golf... Back to their non-existent sex life… Back to-

“But you know…” Mikey's voice interrupted her thoughts, instantly grabbing her attention. “They're going away next week on this stupid ‘romantic getaway’. Dad thinks it'll rekindle their relationship. As if…”

“For how long…” Sandra tentatively asked.

“Like a month. They've got my stupid cousin coming to ‘babysit’ me, as if I need that, but they're a pain in the ass.” Mikey leaned back on the bed next to Sandra. Idly scooping up some of the cum on her boobs and smearing it into Sandra's lips. “So, I could use a friendly, cool presence around while they're gone…”

Sandra could taste the cum on her lips, that horrid, foul, putrid taste. Yet she couldn't find it in herself to hate it.

“I think I could do that…” Sandra's heart was beating faster. If… if Julia wasn't going to be there, then someone had to help Mikey… why not her? She could take the month off of work, she needed the vacation. And her husband… well, she could just tell him she was going on an impromptu girls trip. No boys allowed…

“Yeah… I bet you could.” Mikey chuckled. Running his hand up his still semi hard cock. “Now, we do still have a little time and I could sure use some help cleaning this thing up. Think you could help me?”

Yes. Helping. That's all she was doing. Helping out a poor trouble boy who needed a little guidance. A selfless act that she could feel good about.

“Anything you need Mikey.” Sandra licked her lips and began stretching her jaw. Ready to give Mikey as much help as he needed.