My Neighbors Son
story by Anonymous
My name is Mary I am 51yrs old but have been told I am still attractive for
my age and that I look a lot younger with a slim figure and great legs which I like to show off in nice skirts and dresses. I am also a widow. One night I was walking through the park near my home, it was late just before midnight
when I heard footsteps behind me and they were getting nearer, my heart started
pounding as I nervously carried on walking, not sure whether I should turn around
to see who it was. When all of a sudden a hand touched my shoulder and I heard
a voice say 'Hi Mary, what are you doing out walking this time at night'.
I jumped to one side startled before I realised it was my neighbors 18yr old
son.
'Oh Jason its you' I said. 'Its not very clever of you being out this time of
night especially seeing there is a rapist on the loose, I 'll walk you the rest
of the way home' he replied.
'Thats ok, I come for a walk late at night now and again, anyway why are you
out here too' I said. ' I 've just been out with friends' Jason said.
We carried on walking and chatting until we reached my house and then I offered
him a coffee, I went to the kitchen and told Jason to sit in the lounge. I 've
known him since he was 5yrs old when his family became my neighbors and when
he was younger I babysat him and his sister at numerous times as well.
When I returned with the coffee he had left his jacket on the sofa I picked
it up to hang it up but he grabbed at it and said 'no thats ok I 'll keep it
here' he demanded. But the jacket fell to the floor and I noticed a pair of
tights hanging out the pocket, I picked it up and before he could say no I pulled
the tights out and was amazed that there were a few pairs and also some g-strings
too.
'Whats all this, why have you got them in your pocket' I said.
He went all quiet and mumbled something I did'nt quite hear properly and then
he said 'ok you promise not to tell'.
'Depends what you are going to tell me' I answered.
'Well I love womens underwear especially tights, I get really turned on by them.
And I steal them from washing lines because I like to well you know' he said.
'Masturbate over them' I replied.
'Yes and it gets me more turned on if I know who they belong to as well' he
said.
I suddenly realised I had some go missing a few weeks ago and asked him if he
took them too.
'Yes I did I 'm really sorry but I 'll buy you some new ones just don't tell
anyone please' he pleaded.
'OK I 'll make a deal with you I won't tell as long as you stop it right now'
'I've tried stopping but its difficult I really need help sometimes the urge
is so strong' he said.
I then said 'I'll tell you what then, when you get the urge if you come here
I 'll give you a pair of my tights'.
'You would do that knowing that I will wank over them' he said. As he said it
I saw him looking at my legs and when I glanced down my skirt had ridden up
my thighs where I had crossed my legs when I sat down, I immediately pulled
the hem down but it was a shortish skirt a few inches above the knee so I still
showed quite a bit of leg, I was also wearing tan colour tights with no panties
underneath.
When I looked back up at Jason he was still staring at my legs and smiling and
then he said 'I do like your tights they are my favourites'.
'Well I don't think we should go into that now' I said.
'Ok then, why were you out late then' he said.
'Oh no real reason just out for a walk' I said.
Its a bit dangerous though at the moment 2 women have been attacked recently
you don't know who's lurking about at this hour you could get mugged or even
worse' he said.
'Yes I realise that but I used to walk with my husband until he died a couple
of years ago' I told him.
'Yes but its different now though, going on your own don't you get a bit scared'.
He asked me.
'Well I get a bit nervous sometimes but not really scared I just miss the things
we did' I answered.
I did'nt really want Jason to know exactly why I was out as when I used to walk
with my husband it was to act out our sexual fantasies, sometimes I would be
a prostitute or other times we would make out we were complete strangers having
sex but my favorite was when my husband would make out to rape me. And in recent
weeks I had taken to walking late at night hoping in some strange way that I
would get raped.
'And what things would they be' Jason asked. 'Nothing much' I said.
'Oh come on it can't be nothing I 've admitted what I was doing' he said.
I realised he had a point so I told him that we had outdoor sex and just played
out some fantasies without going into detail and as I miss my husband I just
go out to remember the fun times.
'But what if someone attacked you, its a bit of a silly thing to do don't you
think' he said.
'Yes I suppose so' I replied.
'It must be good to act out your fantasies though I 've never been lucky enough
so far, I 'd love to have sex with a woman while she still had her tights on'
he said.
'I've always enjoyed acting out my fantasies thats why I miss my husband so
much' I replied.
'What sort of things did you do then' he asked.
'I'm not going to tell you that' I laughed.
'Why not' he said. Before I could answer he said 'hang on a second do you secretly
fantasise that someone will attack you' he asked.
'Well its something my husband and I used to act out but I 've never been raped
for real although it is a fantasy' I said.
'But its a possibility if you keep going out like that and what if they get
violent they might actually really hurt you' he said.
'You do have a point there, I 've never actually thought about if they got violent'
I replied.
'I'll tell you what, if I stop thieving tights I want you to stop being silly
and going for late night walks' he demanded.
'OK then I 'll stop but I just sit here sometimes on my own and I just have
the urge to go out' I told him.
'Would you report them if you did get raped though' he said.
'No I don't think so how could I when I 've deliberately put myself in that
position' I said.
'You are wearing tights now are'nt you' Jason said.
'Yes of course I am I never wear stockings' I replied. I then noticed Jason
was looking at my legs again and I instinctively pulled at the hem of my skirt
once more. 'More coffee' I suggested and got up and left the room.
When I got back I put Jason's coffee down and went back to sit on the sofa, I could feel his eyes following me and felt slightly uneasy as I sat down trying
to make sure my skirt did not ride up too much.
'You have gorgeous legs, I 've wanked many times over your tights imagining
looking up your skirt' he told me.
'I don't really wish to know that Jason' I replied sternly.
'I want your tights, you said you would give them to me' he said.
'Ok I 'll get you a pair and then I think its best you go home as it is very
late its nearly 2am' I said nervously.
'No the ones you are wearing now, I think we could help eachother' he said.
He then stood up and walked towards me at the same time he undid his trousers.
'What are you doing, what do you mean help eachother' I asked as I started to
panic.
In the next second he was on top of me pushing me down on the sofa. 'Mary please
let me, please I told you I want to fuck a woman with her tights on' he shouted.
'No no Jason don't do this, get off me' I screamed. He was too strong for me
I felt my skirt being pushed up my thighs, his hands seemed to be everywhere.
I pushed him in the chest but to no avail as I felt my blouse being ripped and
the buttons flying off. 'This is what you want is'nt it, you want to be fucked
and I want a woman wearing tights' he shouted at me. He grabbed my arms and
pinned them above my head and with the tattered remains of my blouse he tied
my wrists together.
I was struggling and kicking out with my legs but with his weight on top of
me it was futile 'please Jason don't do this' I pleaded. My arms were now tied
securely to the wooden arm of my sofa and he knelt up between my legs and pushed
his trousers further down his thighs and I saw his fully erect cock it was huge
at least 9 inches. I started to cry as the sudden realisation of the situation
hit me, he was actually going to rape me!!. I was going to be violated for real. I closed my eyes as I heard my skirt ripping at the seams as Jason roughly pushed
it over my hips. 'Mary you dirty bitch, no panties' he said. I then felt his
weight on me again as he forced my legs apart and he roughly pulled my bra off.
I was now sobbing but in a strange way was getting excited at the thought of
an 18yr old teenager wanting to fuck me a 51yr old woman. I could feel his hand
groping my vagina through my tights and suddenly realised it was turning me
on and I knew my nipples were now erect. 'I'm going to fuck your brains out
Mary' he snarled at me. The way he said it turned me on even more and I knew
I was going to orgasm very soon. 'Look at me, look me in the eyes I want to
see your face when I put my cock in you' he shouted at me.
I looked at him, I was crying and told him 'don't rape me Jason, please don't'.
I had lied what I wanted now was to feel him force his cock inside me, then
I felt the gusset of my tights being torn from between my legs and I instantly
orgasmed. 'This is what you wanted Mary now you are going to get it' he whispered
as he pushed his cock inside me 'oh god' I exclaimed as I felt the head of his
cock enter me 'no please stop' I cried. He then pushed it all the way in and
it felt huge as he started to thrust into me. I started to orgasm again, the
feeling of being force fucked for real was better than any fantasy or any role
play I had done.
He carried on thrusting each time getting harder and more forceful and I orgasmed
again with more intensity until he said 'you like it don't you Mary you want
my cock tell me you bitch'.
'Oh god yes fuck me, fuck me you bastard'. I shouted back at him.
And then he started to cum as I could feel his cock throbbing inside me and
then he lay still on top of me for a few minutes until he sat up and looked
at me, then untied my hands.
I was still sobbing and trembling my legs felt like jelly but not because of
what he had just done to me, but because I had enjoyed it so much and the intensity
of my orgasms. I was a mess my clothes were in tatters and I sat there virtually
naked beside him. 'I'm sorry Mary please don't tell anyone' he pleaded as he
started to cry. 'Its ok Jason its something I have wanted to happen for a long
time, I just never thought it would be you, I won't tell anyone I promise' I
assured him.
We sat and talked all night and he was right about us helping eachother. I always
make sure I am wearing tights everyday now and whenever he wants he rapes me.
I never know when or where or how its always a complete surprise. But it satisfies
both of our urges.
Story posted by Anonymous
on Tuesday, September 06, 2005 @ 09:58:31 PDT
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