I was home alone, my mother having gone out to a party or something. Bedtime rolled around and I went and got ready for bed. I'd switched off my lights and was about to get into bed when the lights in the house next to us went on. Both our house and the house next door were built very close to our common boundary, meaning that there was only about six feet between our walls.
Seeing that light go on I moved over to the window and slipped my curtains to the side, finding I had a clear view of the room opposite. There were no curtains or blinds drawn so I could see the room quite clearly. I could also see Jerry, the man next door, getting undressed.
He was standing in the middle of the room and I could see him quite clearly. He stripped off his top clothes, sat on the bed, and took off his shoes. That done he stripped off his trousers and jocks and he was standing there naked. It was true I only had a side view but that was sufficient to let me see that he had an erection. It was sticking way out and it looked enormous, even from this distance. I shuddered to think what it would look like up close and personal.
While I watched he reached out and then he was drawing a woman closer to him. Her back was to me so I couldn't tell who it was but I was sure I knew her, so I continued watching. She just stood there, letting Jerry undress her, apparently lifting her arms at his request, and lifting her feet when he wanted to take off her shoes and under-things.
From what I could see the woman had quite a neat figure. I couldn't see her breasts, of course, but the rear view wasn't bad. Her bum was every bit as good as mine.
I could tell from the way Jerry's arms were moving about that he was feeling her up, playing with both her breasts and her pussy. I know, I should have gone to bed and ignored what was going on, but that nagging sense of familiarity was irritating me.
Next thing I know she sinks down onto her knees, hand reaching for his cock, and then her head was bent forward, starting to bob up and down. For god's sake, she was giving him a blow job right there. Didn't they have the sense to close the curtains?
His hands are clutching at her head and his face showed his appreciation of her attentions. Finally I heard him say something to her and she rose back to her feet and it was Jerry's turn to kneel down. His face was promptly buried in her groin and I guessed that she was now getting a little bit of oral sex.
I was feeling really embarrassed and ready to turn away and if it wasn't for that insufferable curiosity as to who the woman was I'd have done so. Jerry in his turn rose to his feet and pointed at the bed, saying something. The woman promptly turned and bent over the bed, legs spread wide, and I nearly had a heart attack.
No wonder I'd thought the woman was familiar from the back view. It was the sheer unexpectedness of her being in Jerry's bedroom that had prevented me from recognising her from behind. That was my mother over there and even as I was coming to that realisation Jerry was lining up and sticking his cock into my mother.
I just watched in a state of shock as he reached around her to play with her breasts while his cock started bouncing in and out of her. I was further shocked to see her bottom was rising and falling as though she was actually helping him.
Maybe I was a trifle sensitive but I didn't like his style, either. He seemed to just ram his cock in hard before slowly withdrawing, pausing, and then giving another powerful thrust. Geez, you'd think he'd set up a nice rhythm so she could at least enjoy this horrendous assault.
He suddenly pulled right out and jumped up on the bed, lying on his back, cock sticking up. He patted his hip, saying something, and then my mother climbed onto the bed and straddled him. She sank down onto him and started bouncing, rising up and down on his blasted weenie. He must have threatened her to make her do that.
While she bounced his hands were all over her breasts again, handling her atrociously. It was plain you can't trust men if they make your mother do things like this. What really annoyed me was the length of time he'd been playing. I mean, blow job, then ravishing her from behind, now forcing her to bounce on top of him, he'd been going for over ten minutes and showed no sign of stopping.
I suddenly noticed that my mother wasn't bouncing on him anymore. Yes, she was still straddling him, probably having no choice, but now she was just rocking back and forth. I stopped to consider what that would mean, momentarily putting myself in a similar situation (but not with Jerry) and decided that the rocking would mean that his cock was still sliding back and forth inside her, just at a gentler pace.
It turned out that wasn't good enough for Jerry. He reached up and pulled her flush against him and then rolled over, taking her under him. After that it was obviously the worst kind of rape. He was bouncing up and down on my poor mother at a frantic pace while all she could do was cling to him and suffer this indignity.
Once again he seemed to be able to just keep going. Did he have testicles transplanted from a bull or something? He certainly had a cock that I thought was stolen from a horse. Finally he seemed to let loose, his back arching, while my mother's legs flew into the air and then slowly settled back down.
The pair of them just lay there for a while and then my mother rolled off the bed and started scraping her clothes together. Jerry just lay back, watching her, and then he said something. My mother just shook her head and jerked a thumb in the direction of our house. Yeah, you tell him. You're going home, away from his lustful ways. She went into another room and came out a while later, fully dressed. She departed, Jerry escorting her out, still naked. What a sleaze.
I hastily hopped into bed. There was no way I was going to embarrass her when she arrived home from that sleaze's place. I would never mention what I'd seen. Never.
I had a somewhat restless night (who could blame me?), rose early (for a Saturday) and decided to do a little shopping therapy. That worked a treat and I was in a much happier mood when I returned home -- Right up to the time I was walking past Jerry's house and heard the music blasting out of the garage.
Jerry's current hobby was doing up what he called a vintage MG, a masterpiece of mechanical genius that some idiot let go to wrack and ruin. He was bringing it back to the perfection it was supposed to be.
Just hearing him there brought back the memory of what he'd been doing to my poor mother and I resolved then and there to give him a piece of my mind.
I stalked down to the garage and barged in through the side door, seeing the main doors were closed. His radio was right next to the door and I promptly hit the off switch and silence fell. Jerry popped up from wherever he'd been working looking towards the radio, probably wondering what had happened.
"Oh, hi, Sonya," he said, as though he was a reasonable person instead of a disgusting pig.
"Don't you hi, Sonya me, you disgusting animal," I yelled at him. "I saw what you were forcing my mother to do last night. It seems you're an exhibitionist as well as a chauvinist pig. How someone with morals as low as yours can dare to walk in the light of the day is beyond me. You should be cowering under a rock like other nasty insects."
He looked startled at the start of my little lecture, then amused, and finally a little irritated. He tried to break in several times but I wasn't listening to anything he said, just rolling along and cutting his character and morals to ribbons. I noticed him looking around the garage and he suddenly walked over to some shelves and took down a piece of rope. He crossed back to stand in front of me, waving the coil of rope from side to side.
For a moment I shut up confused, looking at the rope.
"What -" I began and that was all I had time for.
He grabbed my wrist and wrapped the end of the rope around it and then grabbed my other wrist and ditto, and just like that I had my wrists tied together.
