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..."