The Milf Next Door Confronts The Spying Neighbour.
Tags: [Gentle Fdom][Cheating][Age Difference][Older Woman][Lots of Good Boy][Call me Mommy][No incest][Voyeurism][Virgin][Riding][Handjob][Breast play][Exhibition]
Summary:
Jacob (18) has been sharing a bedroom window with Mrs Harper (30?) for a while. They've developed an 'interesting' relationship, watching each other voyeuristically from their rooms, yet they've never met in person. Until today.
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As the doorbell rang out, Jacob was jolted awake from the couch. Dazed and confused, he pulled himself up from the couch. Jacob waited for a second ring, unsure if the noise that had woke him was actually real.
Jacob was eighteen, recently graduated from high school, he was as he put it, 'transitioning to adulthood. Realistically it meant that he was bumming around at home all day while he decided if he would take the plunge into the working world or try his hand at university.
His parents had left him home alone while they were away on a trip. Jacob has two whole weeks to 'decide on his next life path'. Another chime from the doorbell echoed through the house.
Jacob pulled up his phone, 10:17am. He had fallen asleep late last night watching movies. He groaned as he pushed himself off the couch and stumbled towards the door. Unsure of who would be at the door, Jacob used the few seconds it took to walk across the house to fix his hair and adjust his clothing.
"Hello? Anyone there?" A feminine voice chirped from behind the door.
Jacob took in a deep breath, readying himself to be social so soon after waking up. Then he opened the door.
"Oh, hello." The woman waved, she looked over Jacob and inspected the house. "Are your parents home?"
It took Jacob a few extra seconds for him to recognise her. Dressed up in a short skirt that drew attention to her attractive hips and legs, along with a tight V-neck shirt that barely contained her spectacular tits, a faint outline of her nipples showed under her shirt. Her brownish, blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, a light beat of sweat passed by her eyes. Jacob knew this woman well, his next-door neighbour, otherwise known to him as 'that hot MILF next door'.
"No? I see." She continued, taking Jacob's stunned silence as a response, "Well... Hi, I'm Mrs Harper. I'm your neighbour from next door. But I guess you already recognised me."
Jacob stood awkwardly, unable to speak while his mind internally screamed to start working.
"I promised your mother that I'd return this book. Do you mind if I come in?"
Mrs Harper chuckled awkwardly as she waved a book at Jacob.
"Yes!" Jacob exclaimed in agreement, albeit louder than he expected to, "Yes... Yeah, I know you, Hi"
Unsure of what to do, he stood to the side and invited Mrs Harper inside.
"Come in, come in. Can I get you a drink of water or something?"
"Oh, no thank you." She replied, taking another peek around the house. Jacob was too nervous to notice how she scanned around the house. She quickly relaxed when she was sure that no one else was in the house. "Love the look of this place, very cosy."
"We've lived across from one another for a while now." Mrs Harper remarked, "It's actually a little crazy to think that we've never met till now. In-person at least..."
This last comment sent shivers up Jacob's spine. The only times that they had 'met' so far was from sharing a bedroom window. Jacob had hoped that she wouldn't mention that little fact, as both parties have had seen each other in 'compromising' positions.
"As I said, I'm just returning a book your mother lent me last week, let her know that it is a wonderful read." She continued, thankfully changing the subject before it lingered. "Where is she by the way? Will she be home soon?"
She placed the book down on the kitchen bench. Jacob stood at the end, not wanting to get too close to the beautiful woman.
"No, she's away" Jacob replied, straightening himself up as he hoped to look less like the slob he woke up as. "Both my parents are gone, holiday, two weeks."
"Oh? Your parents went on holiday without you?" A glint of hope sparked from her voice, "Got the house to yourself for two weeks. Lucky boy! Don't have too many crazy parties."
Mrs Harper laughed as Jacob awkwardly chuckled along.
"No, Nah, no parties for me" he responded shyly.
All of his friends had started working or was preparing to move away. Jacob was very aware that his two weeks alone would be, very much alone.
"Really? No plans for a party?" Mrs Harper said with an exaggerated shocked expression, "What have you been doing all this time?"
She didn't give Jacob a chance to respond.
"Oh wait, don't answer that." She said with a mischievous smile, "I 'know' what you've been doing. You've been hiding in your room, playing on that computer of yours haven't you?"
Jacob was a little taken aback by the completely true accusation.
"What? Don't act all surprised, my bedroom is right across from yours. I can see you in your room every time I'm there..."
She had purposely brought up their shared bedroom view, this made Jacob anxious with guilt, like a child who was prepared to be scolded.
"Whenever I get up, I see you on your computer and when I get home from work, do you know what I see? Yeah, the same thing." Mrs Harper waved her finger at Jacob, playfully chiding him, "Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's not healthy to be sitting down all day?
Jacob shrank into himself, the age difference between them gave Mrs Harper a sense of authority, although Jacob was not entirely sure how old the woman actually was.
"The only time I see you get out of that chair is when you either leave the room. Or when you notice me and close your curtains..." Mrs Harper smirked, "Very rude by the way."
"The moment you see me, you get up the close your curtains, but you have no shame watching me when you think I don't notice you. And yes, I do notice you."
Guilt pranged in Jacob's stomach, the one thing he had hoped she wouldn't bring up had just been slammed in his face.
"Naughty boy, perving on your next-door neighbour." Mrs Harper continued, trying her best to hold in her smile as she lectured the boy, "Should I tell your parents that you've been spying on me for months? Watching me while I change and in my even more 'intimate' moments."
"I... I... am... S..s..so sorry." Jacob stammered out, sweat trickling down his face. His mind was racing as he imagined how his parents would react. He couldn't think of the words and struggled to look her in the eyes. He clamped up, waiting for her voice to raise, ready to be screamed at for the horrible things he had done.
He was confused to instead hear her giggling like a child.
"Oh don't worry, I'm not actually upset." She said, holding back her laughter, "If I really cared I would have complained after I first caught you staring."
Jacob relaxed, unsure if what he just heard was correct.
"I was honestly pretty embarrassed when I saw you in my window." Mrs Harper admitted, she turned her head and gave Jacob a warm, almost loving smile. "You were looking at me with such a cute face, like a puppy."
Puppy -- That word caught him off-guard, he looked up at Mrs Harper, the motherly smile calming him down.
"It took me a few seconds to realise that I was still in my underwear. All I could do was shyly wave as I closed my curtain."
"Although," she whispered coyly, "Do you want to know a secret?"
Jacob nodded his head, staring back into her lovely eyes. As he saw beyond that warm smile, a hunger in her eyes.
"I found it 'very' exciting."
Another bombshell had landed in his metaphorical lap.
