Breaking the housewife : Ch 2

“How about you start by cleaning this mess up!” Sandra looked over the filth the boys had left behind. Bottles, cans and bags of junk food scattered all over the table. It was disgraceful to see them treat a friend's house like it was a garbage dump.

“Aww, come on Miss. Don't be such a buzz kill.” Mikey reached across the table and passed her a half drunken beer can. “Why don't you just have a drink and relax.”

“I was trying to relax before your party interrupted me!” Sandra looked over the mess on the table and felt her skin crawl. How was she supposed to relax with a mess like this in front of her? Seeing it all made her a little more content to not have children of her own. Even though that wasn’t her choice. She and Jeff tried for more than a year before discovering he was completely infertile. The news had shattered her, but she made peace with it, and now seeing the mess teenage boys left behind almost made her glad for it. She was past the age for that sort of thing anyways, and the last thing she wanted to do was bring another boy like Mikey into the world.

“Why don't you clean up your mess before your parents get home.” Sandra said, shaking the thoughts off.

“It's not my mess!” The boy whined at her. “I normally like to keep things clean, but the guys don't have any manners. They really are slobs, Miss.”

He sounded convincing enough to Sandra's ear, but she found the story hard to believe. That all of this mess was just from his friends, not at all his fault. Still, she found it harder to believe he would lie so convincingly to her. The scrawny nerd didn't have the balls to lie to her face… even with that cock… that massive powerful log of meat…

She looked away, keeping her mind off of that…that monster. Just from the brief looks she'd got, she could tell it was at least five times as big as her husband got. Five times as big, and she didn't even know if the boy was hard yet.

Something about that thought made her tingle. Made her heart pound and her womb ache. Out of repulsion of course!! She couldn't imagine how it would feel to take something that big inside her. Reaching so deep the fat head of his cock would penetrate her fertile womb to dump God knows how much of his hot virile cum inside her.

Not…not that she would let him of course! Or that he would even try. The idea that a young stud like him could possibly be interested in a mature woman like her didn't once flutter through Sandra's head.

“You should still take responsibility. It's your party, you need to clean it up right.”

Maybe it was the heat getting to her. Or the sips of wine she had earlier. Maybe it was because talking to a young, slim boy at a party brought back memories that had lied dormant for decades.

Sandra wasn't sure why, but the more they talked, the more she felt it. She wanted, no. She needed this aloof young guy to like her.

“Then why not finish off that beer and get back to relaxing?” Mikey said with an innocent boyish smile. “If I can't drink it, you might as well make sure it doesn't go to waste before I clean up”

“Fine.” Sandra sighed. “But only because I don't like being wasteful.”

She took the can and felt the weight of it. Whoever opened it couldn't have had more than a sip, the thing felt practically full. She held the can to her lips and watched Mikey stare at her. Probably waiting for her to take a sip and call it disgusting. Or for her to spit it out the moment it touched her tongue.

Something in those eyes of his flipped a switch in her. Hit a nerve that brought out the competitive side in her.

Lifting the can up as high as she could, she chugged it. Slowly gulping down as much of the drink as she could, some of the cold wet liquid spilling down her chest.

Slamming the empty can down onto the table, she wiped off her mouth and grinned at Mikey. Feeling intense satisfaction from knocking that confident look off of his face.

“Holy shit that was awesome Miss!” Mikey seemed genuinely impressed with her effort. “Where'd a housewife like you learn to do that?”

“A girl has to have some mystery.” She winked at him. Feeling oddly proud for smashing his view of her. She revelled in seeing the shock in his eyes, the admiration. Something about it fulfilled a need inside her.

“Beginners luck then.” Mikey grabbed a fresh beer and cracked it open. “Bet you can't do it again.”

Sandra knew she shouldn't let his childish games get to her, but her stubborn pride wouldn't let her back down. She wanted to see that look in his eyes one more time.

“How about this?” Sandra leaned forward. Letting her heavy chest, the fabric of her tight bikini catching on the edge of the table and slipping down. “If I can do two in a row, you clean up this mess quietly while I go sunbathe. And maybe mix me up a drink too while you're at it.”

Sandra moved back, holding the cold can in the air. Egging Mikey on for the bet. Not noticing that her hard thumb sized nipples had slipped out of the bikini. She was too busy riding high from the hit of confidence slamming that beer gave her to see just what it was Mikey was staring at.

“I'll take that bet.” Mikey's words were confident, but Sandra could hear the tension in his voice. “In fact… make it three in a row and I'll even rub your lotion in for you.”

This kid clearly had no idea who he was dealing with. Did he really think just three of these weak beers would give her any trouble?

“Oh you're on.” Sandra thought about escalating the bet even further, but she didn't want to scare him off. The satisfaction of showing him she could still parry harder than he could was enough for her anyways.

Tanking the first one in her hands, she was about to start gulping down when Mikey stopped her.

“Wait just a second!” The kid started frantically searching around the table, until he found his phone under a half eaten bag of chips. “Okay, just needed to get this on film.”

“You kids and your phones.” Sandra rolled her eyes. “Just don't put this on your FaceSpace or your InstaTock.”

“Promise.” Mikey flashed a smile. “Just let me clean you up first and you can get chugging!”

Clean her up? Sandra was confused for a moment, but then remembered the mess she made drinking the first beer. She looked down at her massive pale tits, so plump and large she couldn't even see that her nipples were exposed right now. Instead she just saw her cleavage glistening in the sunlight.

“Hmmm, don't have any clean towels.” Mikey held his hand on his chin, then snapped his fingers as he had an idea. “I'll just wipe it off with my hands then!”

Before Sandra could say anything. Mikey stood up and started wiping the beer off of her chest. His hands gripping so tight on her fat tits she nearly yelped, but for some reason… it almost felt…good?

“Mikey!” Sandra said with a firm but soft tone.

“What?” He so casually replied. “I'm nearly done wiping you off, so just wait a second more.”

Sandra instinctively felt like she shouldn't let another man fondle her soft, huge breasts. After all, what would her husband think? Especially when it was his birthday.

But she was over twice Mikey's age, he wouldn't be interested in an older girl like her with such giant tits. Boys like him always teased her for having such a massive chest, so there was no way he was into her. And she certainly wasn't into him! What with his slim, but firm body…and that monster mutant she could feel brushing up on her leg right now as he wiped her chest off.

No. There was definitely nothing sexual about this. So asking him to stop would only make things weirder.

What Sandra didn't realise was that Mikey was intentionally making her tits jiggle as much as he could. Shaking then and savouring the soft, squeezable flesh of her big fat milkers. Imagining himself draining them of gallons and gallons of milk. With every shake he exposed more and more of them as her tight bikini dropped down, giving the camera he had propped up on a glass a perfect view of her bouncing boobs. He got tantalising close to her rock hard nipples, shaking them and making them jiggle, but he never touched them. The boy was smart enough to realise just how far he could push things.

“Perfect! Now let me just start recording.” Mikey got back into his chair and pretended to play with his phone. Acting like it was only about to start recording. “Aaaannd, Action!”

A little dazed from having her sensitive chest manhandled by the boy, Sandra snapped herself into action. Taking the beer can, raising it up and gulping it down. Leaning back as she drank, pulling her tits into perfect framing for the camera.

“Fuck yeah! Chug that fat one!” Mikey chanted.

A weird bit of slang for a can of beer, Sandra thought as she finished off her first beer. But then again, she didn't get any of the language kids used these days.

“Wow! Your soo good at that!” Mikey praised her with glittering eyes. “How did it taste?”

“Umm, good?” Sandra was starting to feel a little woozy, but she wasn't going to stop now. “I'm ready for the next one.”

Mikey cracked open another one, but didn't pass it to her.

“Tell the camera how good it felt in your mouth.” He asked so innocently.

“Uhh..” Sandra was a little confused. Wasn't the challenge to drink them as fast as she could? Well, it didn't matter. She'd entertain his demands to show how cool she was. “It felt great in my mouth! Tasted amazing!”

“Perfect! Now the second one, take it all!”

Sandra took the can and started chugging again. More of the cold liquid spilling out of her mouth, down her plum chest and spilling over her nipples. All captured in crystal clear high definition.

“Oh my God you suck it down like a pro!” Mikey kept hyping her up as she slammed down the second can. “It's not too hard? Is it?”

“Yeaah, but I loove taking on har- hic - hard things!” Sandra was beginning to feel it now, but she wasn't backing down from the challenge. No matter how hard.

“Last one, last one!” Mikey grabbed a different beer this time. A much harder drink than the others were. Sandra might have noticed the different can, but she was too busy steeling herself for the last drink.

Taking the can, she stood up for this one. Letting her big chest bounce out as she threw the last beer back. Victoriously throwing her hands in the air and jumping on the spot as she finished it off. Her plump but perky tits slapping against her body and sounding like a clapping audience to her performance.

“Holy shit, you did it!” Mikey cheered. “That was loads of beer! How do you feel after taking all those loads?”

More weird slang, but Sandra didn't care or even think about it. She was too occupied celebrating her triumph.

“I'm no prude you know! I can take as many loads as you can give me!” She said directly into the camera.

“I bet you had a lot of fun swallowing them down!” Mikey grinned. “Now why don't you pose for a victory picture?”

“Sure!” Sandra was feeling buzzed now, and on top of the world. Experiencing a thrill she'd almost forgotten had existed.

“Here, I'll stand next to you and you can pose. Just stick your tongue out and give the camera a peace sign.” Mikey wrapped his arm around her in a half hug. Testing her limits by grabbing hold of her tit where the camera would see.

“My tongue?” Sandra didn't think anything of the contact. Her chest was so large after all, it only made sense his hand would end up there.

“It's what all the girls do these days.” Mikey told her, putting the slightest hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Oh, right. No problem then!” Desperate to prove herself, Sandra didn't question things more. Sticking her tongue out and flashing the camera a peace sign as Mikey groped her chest.

The camera flashed, capturing the moment forever. Sandra with her tits out and covered in beer, being groped by the neighbourhood boy as she stuck her tongue out for him. A moment they would both never forget.

“Now then.” Mikey smiled looking at the picture. Already sending it to his group chat with the guys.

“I think it's time for your reward…”