It's all too common for career criminals upon their capture to say this was the first time they had ever done anything like that. In Scott Watson's case however, it was true. As Scott filled his plastic bucket with hot water and added the pine-scented cleaning solution, he began to think about why he was doing this. One time, one mistake. He put the bucket on the cold tile of the bathroom and dropped his worn scrub brush in the soapy water.
Scott glanced at his reflection in the mirror above the sink and blushed deeply. At 5'7" and 140 pounds, he was in decent shape for 18 years of age. He wore the same thing he always wore in her house – red leather dog collar, matching ankle and wrist cuffs, an "A" cup bra and matching thong panties. Today was Friday so the color of his lingerie was hot pink. He adjusted the bra straps and knelt to the floor. As he grabbed his brush out of the bucket and started to scrub (first bathtub, then floor, then toilet, then sink and counter), he thought back to that one mistake that had cost him so dearly.
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With high school graduation finally over, Scott Watson looked forward to a summer of freedom. With his older sister staying at college for the summer and his parents working long hours, he looked forward to having the house to himself. Sleeping late, TV and videogames. That was his plan for the summer. Oh yeah and trying to finally get laid. But if he didn't, he still had his collection of magazines and pictorials that he had "borrowed" from his uncle's storage building. Those had fueled his masturbation fantasies for years.
For some reason, Scott's "collection" trended towards the kinky. He loved the stories and pics of sexy women in bondage being spanked and humiliated. Even though he had most of them memorized, he would read the stories with the pics spread around him as he masturbated. The one with the cute blonde in black lingerie, on her knees, ass in the air while another woman fucked her shaved pussy with an impossibly large dildo always got him off no matter how many times he had jacked off that day.
After only a few days of mindless, daytime TV, videogames he had already beaten and jacking off until his dick was sore, Scott was bored. One afternoon, less than a week after graduation, Scott was checking the mailbox when he heard a car approaching. Scott's house was near the end of a dead-end street in a heavily wooded area outside of town. Since it was too early for his parents, he assumed it was his only neighbors, Miss Moore or her hideous daughter, Wanda.
He prayed it wasn't Wanda. While her mom was still cute at 36, Wanda must have taken after her dad. She was a big girl, towering over Scott by a good 3 inches and outweighing him by at least 80 pounds. She had big, pendulous breasts that she tried to cover with t-shirts a size too small. And this solid body was topped by a relatively large head with a bulbous nose and a mop of black curly hair usually tied in a ponytail. To make matters worse, she always wanted to talk to Scott which was difficult considering her horrible breath and even worse body odor.
But, fortunately, it was not Wanda. Miss Moore pulled the black Lexus up next to Scott and rolled her window down. "Hey, Scott. Congrats on graduation."
Scott leaned down to look in the passenger window. "Thanks, Miss Moore." His eyes wandered from her face to check out her long, tanned legs. "How's Wanda doing?" In reality, he could care less how Wanda, the unfortunate result of Miss Moore fucking some football star's brains out on her own graduation night some 19 years earlier, was doing.
"Fine I guess. Who knows with that girl?" Miss Moore shifted in her seat slightly causing the short skirt to ride up even further. "You know today's her last day of school. I told her failing sixth grade would screw her life up. She shoulda graduated with you guys."
Scott felt his cock start to stiffen as his eyes went from the attractive single mom's eyes and back to her thighs. "So, uh, is she doing anything this summer?"
A smile crept across Miss Moore's red lips as she slowly lowered her right leg giving him a brief shot of black silk panties. "Yep. I told her she's not going to lie around on her fat ass all summer. She's got a long list of daily chores and a few special projects to keep her out of trouble."
She slowly straightened her legs back out. "Oh well, gotta run. See ya Scott." The car window started back up as she hit the accelerator with a shiny black pump. Scott mumbled bye as he stood up and went back inside.
Scott raced back to his room and fantasized about Miss Moore's legs and black panties as he jacked off. He exploded after he thought about Miss Moore being the girl on her knees in his favorite pic. As he lay on his bed in post-orgasmic bliss, he knew what he had to do. He had to get those panties.
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The next morning his alarm blasted him awake. He stumbled downstairs making sure his parents were already gone. He grabbed a coke from the fridge to help him wake up as he had stayed up late going over the every little detail. He sat by his front window and watched as first Wanda left for school in her trashed out Honda then the long-legged brunette rolled by in her Lexus.
Scott, dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt, went out his back door and circled through the woods to come up behind the women's house. He watched at the edge of the woods for any movement or sound. He sprinted to the back door and waited. Nothing. He tried the door and found it solidly locked. Scott lifted up the dirty mat, hoping to find a key. He lifted up a few pots filled with dead plants and weeds finding nothing. He then stretched up to feel along the top of the door frame. "Yes!" he cried out as his fingertips touched a key.
With his heart racing, Scott unlocked the door and pushed it open. He replaced the key and shut the door. He walked through a dirty kitchen amazed at the filth and clutter. He walked down a small hallway hoping to find Miss Moore's bedroom. The first door opened to what had to be Wanda's room. Piles of dirty clothes competed for floor space with empty soda cans and an overflowing garbage can. He looked in the next doorway finding a small bathroom. It too was filthy and the smell probably came from an unflushed toilet.
He opened the door at the end of the hallway finding another bedroom. This one was clean with glossy, black furniture and red accents. Even the walls were red. Scott began to get hard as he pictured Miss Moore nude on the red silk sheets. He found the laundry hamper in a large bathroom off the bedroom. Right on top was a black sheer bra and matching black panties. His cock threatened to burst through his jeans as he lifted the panties to his nose and inhaled. The musky smell of the crotch of her panties was too much for the young man.
He unfastened his jeans pulling them and his underwear to his ankles. He began to slowly stroke his cock as he inhaled her scent and pictured her wearing them the day before. As he neared an explosive orgasm, Scott heard an impossible sound. The sound of a car door being slammed shut.
The now panicked young man yanked up his pants and started to bolt but at the last second he grabbed the matching bra and stuffed both pieces in his jeans pocket. As he ran down the hallway, he heard the front door opening. He was trapped. With no way to make it to the back door without being seen, Scott jumped into Wanda's pit of a bedroom and squeezed under her bed. Just as he got his slight frame hidden, the lights snapped on. As Scott's heart raced, he felt the bed move above him. When a pair of ratty tennis shoes hit the floor by his head he knew that Wanda must be home. But, she should have been in school for at least another 5 hours.
He heard her open a drawer then heard the sound of a lighter. Almost immediately he smelled the acrid odor of pot. "Ok, so she's a pothead, too." Scott thought. After a few minutes of this he heard her body shift and heard a low moan. He then saw a pair of jeans and a pair of white panties hit the floor. He winced in disgust at the skid mark and yellow pee stains he saw inside the panties.
After more shifting, he heard what had to be a vibrator followed by a series of guttural moans. The mattress above him started to bounce as Wanda screamed out. "Fuck me! Oh yes, fuck me hard!" Then silence. Scott swore he could hear his own heart pounding. Then miraculously he heard Wanda snoring.
This had to be his chance. If he was very quiet, he could sneak out of the room and out the back door while she slept in a pot and vibrator induced coma. He slowly eased out from under the bed. Scott held his breath as his head passed by her stained underwear. Wanda's snoring stayed steady as he slowly stood to his feet. Unfortunately for Scott, Wanda's messiness proved to be his downfall. His foot hit a soda can kicking it into the wall.
With the loud clang, Wanda snorted and sat up in bed. She was nude from the waist down and still wore a stained black t-shirt. Their eyes locked as Scott tried to run. "What the fuck?" screamed Wanda. Scott almost made it to the door as the larger young woman hit him with the force of a linebacker blindsiding a quarterback. His head cracked against the doorframe stunning him as he went to his knees. He never saw the solid kick from the size 11 foot as it landed squarely between his legs. He fell to his side clutching his crotch wondering if that lump in his throat was his balls.
Wanda then picked him up and slammed him into her desk chair. Still stunned and nauseous, Scott felt his arms being tied behind the chair with the belt from a worn robe. Wanda scooped her jeans off the floor and put them back on. She sat on her bed staring at him.
"So, fuckwad, what are you doing in my house, in my bedroom while I'm getting off?" She sneered at the helpless, young man. "Are you a perv, Scott?"
Scott was speechless. He couldn't make eye contact but nevertheless shook his head. The slap across his right cheek sounded like a rifle shot. "Were you stealing from us, you piece of shit?" Wanda's anger was increasing as a bit of spit flew from her lips landing on his jeans.
"Let's see if you took anything." Wanda began patting down Scott's pockets as he tried to get up. "Oh, so now you want to fight, huh?" A solid jab to his gut ended any further resistance. "Well what is this shit?" Wanda asked as she pulled her mom's lingerie from his pocket.
Scott's face reddened as she thrust the silky material at him. "Oh, I get it now. You're one of those freaks who like to wear girl's clothes. And you stole Mom's panties cause mine were too big I guess?"
"Pu-please let me explain, Wanda", Scott moaned.
A second slap to his left cheek silenced him. "Shut the fuck up. I gotta figure out what to do here." A smile crossed her lips. "Maybe I should call the cops. Let's see breaking and entering, theft, attempted rape. That should make you some guy's prison bitch for quite a few years."
