I was out taking out the trash when I saw that she'd left the dome light in her car. This was a great opportunity because I loved any chance to see Ms. Sheila my neighbor. She was a full figured 50 year old milf if there ever was one - thick legs, chubby tummy and large, soft tits that bounced so nicely when I'd watch her walk and had that long line of cleavage. She wasn't a model - after a divorce, raising kids, she sagged and had wrinkles, but always, always she looked fucking sexy. I'd had a crush on her since we moved in when I was in high school. Her daughters and I had become friends, but it was mostly so I would have the opportunity to sneak peeks at their mom so I could jack off later that night. They'd both left college, which left we with fewer opportunities to see her face to face and I sure as hell was going to take this one!
I walked up to her front door and knocked - I looked down at myself and realized that I wasn't much to look at tonight. My athletic shorts with no boxers, some flip flops and a plain white t-shirt. I had never been good with girls because I was a chubby black guy and all the girls at school thought of 50 cent ripped with a six pack black guy...I was...softer and funny, but no one wanted to take this 5 ft 9 black guy to bed.
She answered the door wearing a robe that was too short and wasn't doing a great job of hiding her sexy figure. She smiled at me "Well hello Jack. How're you?" I could feel my erection coming up as I looked at her - I should have thought about that.
"I'm...ummm...I'm good Ms. Sheila. I just..."
She smiled even brighter and told me to "come in, there was something we need to talk about."
"Yes ma'am." I walked in and brushed her tits - there was no way she didn't notice - she smelled so good. I walked into the dining room that was just past the entrance and had a seat in one of the chairs with the armrests around the table. "What...what can I do for you?"
"Well Jack..." her smile faded and her voice became...stern? "I know about last month when you were in your backyard looking in my open bedroom window..." If I could have, I would've turned beet red - she was talking about when I was out back doing - - I don't even remember --- and I had seen her undressing from her window. I watched the entire incident and had been jacking off to that constantly ever since....and spending more time in the backyard at night. "...and I may have to tell your mother. How do you think she would take that?" I may have been a 20 year old guy, but between paying for community college and paying off a car, i didn't have rnt money and mom would definitely kick me out for a dumbass stunt like this.
"I...I...I'm sorry...please..." I stammered out.
"It didn't help that you came to the door with that erection, Jack...and I also think that you used to spy on me when the girls where here during the year. This makes me very uncomfortable." I started sweating as she sat in a chair across from me with that short cotton robe starting to gap a bit more at the top and riding up her thighs. I couldn't help it - I was about to be ratted out and my cock started getting hard on it's own. And I could smell...something...
"I....I...."
She placed a hand with her long fingernails around my hardening cock without breaking eye contact - "This thing is getting you in a lot of trouble isn't it? Have you ever been fucked Jack?" In any other situation, I would have been surprised to hear her say something like that, but right now I had so many other feelings that I couldn't answer - she squeezed my cock and I moaned out a "No...no..."
"Not even a little blow job or hand job?" She asked - her voice a parody of a teenage girl. I was embarrassed about her seeing me, I was embarrassed about being such a loser and I was afraid of getting in trouble.
"No...well...once..." I could barely hear my own voice. Ms. Sheila still had by my cock in her hand. She squeezed it and said "Tell me about it."
"It was a girl from college who was moving. She told me....she told me she wanted to practice giving a hand job because her boyfriend wanted one...she wanted to do it right..." I was ashamed that the one hand job that I'd gotten was a practice one.
"Well that's just pathetic Jack. Have you jacked off yet today?" She asked.
"No...well...this morning..."
"What were you thinking about?" She was leaning in closer.
"Fucking you." I looked away from her. She grabbed my face with her free hand and brought it back so I was looking at her. She laughed a little.
"You think you could fuck me? I'd have to teach you first. Stay here." She got up, walked into the other room and was back before I could even think about running off. "Put your hands on the arm of the chair." she said from behind me and I did what she said. She then proceeded to tie my arms to the chair with the rope. She did it angrily.
"Jack, if you were a real man, and not a lowly pathetic nigger, you would have fucked me already. But you're not a man yet. You're a scared little boy that needs to learn to fuck and not be afraid of little bitches. I can't believe you even let a bitch like me threaten you, and then let me tie you up. Fucking pathetic." She said all of this as she was pulling my shorts off of me, but left my t-shirt on. I was confused, but I didn't stop her. "At least you've got a fucking nice cock."
All I could mutter was "thanks?" She slapped me hard across the face.
"Until you're more than a nigger boy, you call me Ms. Sheila, do you understand?" I was surprised, and instantly responded "Yes, Ms. Sheila!"
She stood straddling the right wooden arm of the kitchen chair where my hand was tied down. "Take two of your fingers and put them in me...put them in my bitch cunt." I turned my hand over...it was uncomfortable, but I was excited to be fingering the woman who had been the center of my sexual fantasies for years. She untied the robe so that I could see her slit and I pushed my two thick fingers inside of her. I couldn't go up and down so I just kind of wiggled them around. "Niggers..." she muttered "...Never know how to finger a woman...like this" she said making a come here motion in the air with two of her fingers. That smell from earlier was stronger and I realized it was her pussy and that she was getting wetter. She closed her eyes and let me go for awhile explaining how to find her clit and to rub that. She slapped me a few minutes in for being "too gentle...you let a dirty cunt feel like she's in charge and you'll never get any." so I fingered her as roughly as I could tied up. She grabbed my head with one hand and with the other around my throat she began to squeeze and smile for the first time since I walked in "Yes...yes...use those...big...ohhh...nigger...fuck...fingers..." and she screamed "FUCK FUCK FUCK AHHHHHHHHH...." I could barely breathe but I knew from porn that I'd made her cum. My hand was soaked with her juices. She stopped humping my hand back and backed off the chair a bit. She finally let her robe fall to the ground. My already hard cock got harder.
"Ms. Sheila...you're...beautiful." I whispered.