Spying on my Parents&#x27; Sexy Neighbor

by greytonesandredlights

story tags: blackmail, mother, neighbor, neighbour, parents, sexy,
spying, voyeur, non-con, noncon

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Chubby 19 year old blackmails the sexy neighbor.

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You already know me, I was that tall, chubby but not fat, nerd in high
school. I'm also the guy who hasn't gone off to college or university
almost 2 years after grad because I have no idea what to do.

For a year I tinkered with game design before I got a job. While my
friends and old classmates were going into their second year of medical
or robotics engineering, I was learning how to scoop ice cream and
still living in my parent's house.

But that's not really the embarrassing part, the embarrassing part is
being a twenty-year-old virgin who's never been on a date. Most of my
younger coworkers talk about how many girls they've scored with. Lately
I've just started thinking of hiring a hooker and get it over with, I
even have a list of escorts saved on my computer.

Living at my parents isn't as bad as it sounds, enormous house, wealthy
part of town and they're hardly home. It's more like they come home and
visit me from time to time, the house sitter. But it gives me plenty of
time to work on the game I'm designing. 

Even though I have a lot of quiet time, I still have a distraction. A
giant distraction, Janet, our neighbor. Believe me, back in high school
trying to do homework when she was sunbathing, impossible. Even
nowadays, trying to work on code, impossible. But I see it as a perk,
so I'm not complaining.

Janet is the most amazing woman I ever laid sight on. She's older,
somewhere in her late 30s, narrow waist, wide hips, and large breasts.
She's not a model, actress or a celebrity of any sort, just an owner of
a beauty salon. My mother always said she's fake, but to a
twenty-year-old, it doesn't matter.

Nick, her husband in my mind was the luckiest guy alive. I never
understood how he could stand to travel so much. He was like my own
parents except he had a big degree and brought in a few million a year.
Half Asian, clean haircut and sharp suits. As far as I know, he started
in sales at a tech company, became a partner and now travels all over
the world. Part of the reason I want to learn how to code.

A few years ago I learned if I used the guest bedroom, the smallest of
the house, the guest's bathroom suite looked right into their bedroom.
After that, who needs porn, I could watch a real live show, the way she
moved, and the way her face twisted with ecstasy. The excitement of
watching made my heart pound and my stomach twist. I couldn't imagine a
woman any different from that. Problem was after that I just didn't see
the girls my age that hot anymore.

Maybe that's just how life was around here. Everyone in the
neighborhood lived like that. My parents were no different. My father
sold gigantic machines to mining companies all over the world. My
mother was into interior design and architecture for huge high-rise
offices. She wasn't home much either. It was tough growing up, but now
it suits me just fine. I live the life of a game programmer without the
stress of rent or food money. Except as part of my deal with my
parents, I have to work a job until I go to college.

This entire thing started when one night playing COD at 2 in the
morning I had to use the bathroom. I have blackout curtains and a
flashlight for such occasions, so I don't tip them off. I used the dim
light of my bedroom TV and as I pulled my cock out I noticed a car
enter their driveway. I did my business and after stood there in the
dark watching. I saw Nick enter their bedroom and the end table light
turned on.

Janet wore a black lace bra and thong. The thin black straps of her
thong ran high above her hips and showed her narrow waist. My heart
skipped a beat, I lost my breath and I could feel my cock pulse. I
googled it once and measured myself, I was just shy of nine inches.
Didn't do me any good, I couldn't talk to a girl for shit. The girls
who liked me were all the unpopular or chubby ones, like me. Yes, I'm
shallow, but I grew up with a neighbor like Janet and my mother's gym
friends. So I just gave up, played games, and passed my tests. I aimed
to be like Nick, I just didn't know how.

My cock strained, it felt good to be free, to feel open to the air. I
stroked myself, it didn't take them long either. With unusual speed, he
had her underwear off and was crawling between her legs. The odd thing
was he tore her bra apart. Which almost made me cum, fine, it did make
me cum. Nick threw the bra to the side and looked out the window, only
it wasn't Nick.

"Holy shit, you're not Nick," I whispered to myself. I watched how he
took her from behind. Her large breasts bounced and her hair flew up as
she threw her head back. There was no sound, but her expression as she
screamed were enough for my imagination. Her sweet seductive voice,
always cheery and happy. But in my mind, her moans were loud and
demanding.

Like I said better than porn. I thrust into my hand and caressed my
chest, imaging it was Janet. As the guy thrust hard into her exhausted
body, I came a second time. My heart thumped in my ears and my arm
ached but I felt a second weak orgasm burst and dribble on to the
floor.

After an hour the man left. She took a shower and climbed into bed.
That was the day, I began to stay awake at night. Two nights later just
as before, at 2 o'clock he drove in and the two fucked. To my
disappointment, I couldn't see a thing as they took it to the bathroom.
After they were done he put her to bed and got dressed.

If I wanted to see more, I would have to record them, I could use my
job money for mini cameras and place them on the edge of our house and
maybe even in the tree overlooking their yard. A small microphone would
be great if I could get over the fence to their window.

THE CAMERA.

The next day I went out, bought two HQ wi-fi cameras, synced them to my
computer and set up a monitoring system. I climbed out onto the roof
only to find I had no view. Pissed I had wasted the time and money, I
returned them. The bigger piss off was when the guy returned that
night. Janet pressed her naked body against the window as he fucked her
harder than the other nights. I tried to use my phone, but it just
wasn't that great.

Like a kid on Christmas, I woke up early. Excitement turned inside of
me as I researched tripods and expensive cameras online and spend a
whole paycheck on one.

After missing two more times, my order arrived. I drank coffee, sat by
the window, and watched her sleep all night long. Only all that was
visible was a black window. I fell asleep on the chair with my neck
kinked to one side.

The following night Nick returned home. They kissed, chatted for a bit.
She got ready when he went to shower. I hid in the corner, my fingers
trembled as I set the camera up to record through a crack in the
curtains. I couldn't believe I didn't think of this sooner. I zoomed in
and saw her face. She closed her eyes and hugged him. It was different
from the other guy. They kissed and went slower, unlike the other guy
who was fast, hard and loud.

It seemed dry and routine, Nick got on top and pumped away while Janet
hugged him. Nothing as frantic and wild as I remembered or what I saw
the other night. Disappointed I turned the camera off and put it in the
closet when they turned the lights out. It use to be such an amazing
show, but now I wanted more.

Nick stayed home for four days and finally he flew out. I couldn't
believe I was excited to see him leave. I had stayed up every night and
when work came dragged my ass out of bed. I stayed up like a detective
that first night. Coffee in hand, camera-ready.

The second night was another bust, at 1 o'clock, she pulled out of the
drive and didn't return until 3:15 a.m. She went straight to the shower
and then to bed. After two weeks, I was about to give up. Nick returned
home. So did my mother and then left again, my father did too, just
long enough for them to go out to some party instead of staying home
with me. In the past, it would have bothered me, but not this time.
Plus, I was older now and gotten used to it.

Finally, Nick left for three days. I had it figured, play COD on my TV,
angled three mirrors to see headlights in the driveway, all from my
gaming chair. Then on the third night, I hit pay dirt. Headlights moved
across the mirror. My heart shuttered and I left my guy standing AFK in
the middle of a battle. My thighs trembled as I jumped for the tripod
in the window and focused the lens.

It felt like everything inside my stomach twisted and knotted. I felt
like a hunter stalking its prey.

She wore a short silk nightgown and led him upstairs. As she entered
the long tails of the gown flowed behind her. He did not care like I
did, the man pulled his tie loose and undid his shirt on one fast
swipe. When she pulled back the bedsheet and turned to face him. He
grabbed her by the straps and pulled them down off her shoulders,
exposing her beautiful body. She wore only a g string and lace
stockings, no bra. I zoomed in on them. 

Her breast bounced and her hair puffed out to side when he pushed her
back on the bed. She gave him a devious smile mixed with lust and
eagerness. In minutes they were fucking like animals. I came so hard I
almost hit the camera with my cum shot. They did it for close to an
hour in two sessions. By 3 o'clock he showered and slipped out.

The following night I only could get the start and finish as they took
it to the bathroom again. The third night she drove off and returned by
3. Just in case, I filmed it, but she was alone. I taped her undressing
and drying off, but that was all.

Nick returned the next evening, he showered, they kissed and made love.
Then talked and fell asleep. Even I was getting bored with the routine.
No wonder she did. She still loved him, I could see it in her eyes, she
was just bored. 

Nick also made over 2 million a year, so that defiantly helped. Then it
hit me, I had a video of her fucking another man, a boy toy on the
side. She gave me an opportunity on a silver platter. I checked the
calendar. To my luck both of my parents were still gone. All I needed
was for Nick to leave.

The next morning they made love again. I knew the routine, he was
already flying out on his next trip. Still groggy from no sleep I
called in sick and quickly saved the videos I had to a flash drive. Set
up a new email account and sealed the flashdrive in an envelope with a
note. 

The note read, "I won't tell anyone, but I have duplicates let's talk
you can reach me with the email in the PDF on the flash drive."

The two left together and before anyone else might drive down the road
I put my hoodie on and went for a walk. My hands trembled when I shoved
the envelope into their mailbox. I slipped my hands back into my
pockets and walked for a block before I got cold feet.

Panic set in. What the hell was I thinking, where the hell was I going
with this!? I ran back. To my horror, a service van sat outside their
drive. I walked past the back of the van and sat inside my house.

They just sat there, for an hour they stayed outside the drive. Then my
gut really sunk, I saw Janet's car pull up beside them. She opened the
gate and let them in. This was my chance I'd make a run for it while no
one could see me pull the mail out. She paused, got out from her car
and took the envelope from the box.

"Fuck," I said, "fuck, fuck, fuck," I held my hand over my mouth. "Okay
no problem it's all anonymous."

She looked over the envelope and looked around. It was blank with just
her name on it. She opened it and found the flashcard then what I could
only imagine was the note. She jumped in her car and drove into their
garage. I ran upstairs and turned my computer on. For ten minutes I
checked my email and the widow of my bathroom.

Then I saw her. She held the note and ran to her bedroom window. Then I
realized, yes it's all anonymous but the perspective of the camera.

"Okay she's not the brightest one." I said. I used my phone camera to
watch from the side. I wanted to throw up, but I didn't dare move. Then
she stood in the window and stared straight at my window. She reached
up and threw the curtains shut. Five seconds later I threw up in the
sink. Three minutes after that my email chimed.

I picked myself up and opened it. "Janetauldry has sent you a message."
I read on my screen in horror.

'Do you want money you perverted little fuck?' The single line stared
back at me.

I knew she knew it was me, and I knew I was screwed. But I was in it
now all the way. If I backed out I was risking looking weak and she'd
call my bluff.

"You know who this is?" I typed back and waited. A minute went by,
"Dammit I should have use a fake social media account." I cursed out
loud.

The email dinged. "Doug, Lisa's kid! Now how much do you want?"

"I'll come over, you pay and I promise no one sees the videos." I sent
back.

Minutes passed as I continued to refresh my email. I didn't plan this
out, I don't even know why I did it. I thought it would be great, I'd
blackmail her, I get a favor, she would throw herself at me and life
would go on. "Holy Fuck you idiot" I cried out. I began to
hyperventilate and clung to the edge of my desk.

The computer chimed again. "You fucking pervert, now I have your name
for real."

For a second I almost went for it. Then I remembered I held the cards.
My fingers trembled as I typed "I have more on you, what would your
husband say? Maybe your hairdressers and clients know the guy in the
video?" and hit send.

My chest burned from holding my breath. It was like a game of chicken,
who would blink first. Then I heard a door slam. I got up and looked
out the window. "Holy fuck what's she doing." I said and ran my hand
threw my hair.

Janet held a bag and walked out her front gate and came down our drive.
I ran downstairs before she could get to the doorbell. Maybe she was
stupid, didn't she think about what would happen if my parents were
here.

Before she could ring the bell, I opened the door. She jumped back and
glared at me. "Ten thousand. Take it."

In three years this was the closest I ever saw her. She had green eyes.
Fine long sandy hair. She had glitter in her eyeliner. Her breasts
where open and her waist was so tiny compared to her wide hips, full
ass, and thick thighs.

I panicked, and the words fell out of my mouth. "I don't want money."

She stared at me then her eyes went dark. "You can't have my car."

In the heat of the moment all I said was, "You." My head grew light and
my stomach swirled.

She stood there with a blank look on her face. "Me?" 

She was beautiful but still very empty I thought. I felt braver, for a
moment at least. I knew I had the cards. She stood a lot more to lose. 

"I want what the new man is getting." I thought about how often I would
ask for. I wanted to say once a week, but I didn't want to scare her
off so I said "Once a month." And held my breath.

She stood silent, looked at me and I thought I would faint. "You're
fucking kidding? You want me to have sex with you?" She looked me up
and down. "I should call the police."

That thought hadn't crossed my mind until now. I had to think on my
feet.

"You'd lose everything, the house, your salon, your husband and his
paycheck. The lifestyle, you're fancy..."

She bit her lip and looked me over with a sneer on her face. "Okay
stop, enough, but just once." She said. Her stare turned away from me
and looked to the doorjamb.

"I have more recordings, once a month, for a year, and no one finds out
and we never come back to it." I said. I wasn't sure if it sounded like
I knew what I was doing, but she was buying it. On the inside, I was
scrabbling for any limb I could grab.

She stood there, crossed her arms and nodded her head. Inside I relaxed
but still, my stomach twisted in every direction. "I'll make you a new
social media account for you to use so your husband won't know and
don't keep it active on your computer. Once we're done we delete
everything."

"You better do it tonight, my husband's home tomorrow. I want to get
this over with as soon as possible," She said. She turned and left our
drive.

I closed the door and fell to my knees. "Fuck, I should have just taken
the money," I whispered to myself.

That night I made a new account so I could be the admin and sent her
the information. After thirty minutes, we coordinated our first
meeting. For the next week I kept an eye out the window, but since that
day the curtains remained closed. It was a week before both my parents
and Nick left.

MY FIRST TIME

I planned to jump the fence and enter the backdoor for our night.
Butterflies filled my stomach the closer it got. I played games, worked
and filled every minute of my days until that afternoon came. I didn't
want to explode too soon so I relieved myself which helped the
nervousness.

When 1:45 a.m rolled around I set my camera up in case I caught
something. I trotted across our lawn towards Janet's and jumped the
fence. Well, crawled, fought and struggled like an infant until I
flopped over the other side. 

Just like the man that first night I entered the door and made my way
to the second floor. I could hear her awake my heart skipped a beat.
The sound of a glass being set down hard on wood welcomed my entrance
to the hallway.

She wore a short nightgown that covered her ass and nothing more. Her
long white legs we're toned and soft. A perfect curve as it came around
her butt, down the back of her thigh and over her rounded calf muscles.
Her breasts flopped around in the flimsy black nighty and her hair
draped down over her shoulders. She held a glass filled with a clear
alcohol, but I wasn't sure if it was vodka or tequila. Beside her on
dresser was a half empty bottle of alcohol.

She took a mouth full, set the glass down and said. "Well let's get
going." She pulled the nighty over her head and fell backward onto the
bed.

The smell of tequila surrounded her. In fact, it surrounded the entire
room.

I took a step forward and put my hand on her breast. It felt soft at
first, when I squeezed it, I felt the warmth and firmness. I wondered
if this is what my mother meant by fake. Her ass felt the same, soft
but not firm like a muscle more like silicone gel. Still, they all were
so full, round and her skin was warm.

"Get undressed." She said. She tossed me condom, "put that on."

"I have one." I said. I got off the bed and reaching into my pocket.

She seemed unimpressed and shrugged her shoulders.

She lifted her hands above her head on the bed. Her hourglass figure
sunk into the fluffy white sheets.

I pulled my clothes off and then my underwear. I figured I would save
the best for last. But she paid no attention to me. She looked off to
the side. She let me play with her for a while. I touched her breasts
then ran my hand down her stomach until I touched her vagina.

"Hurry and put the condom on." She said.

I nodded my head and fought with the wrapper. It burned and fought me
the whole way, I had practiced earlier but now it was like I was being
tested.

She let out a laugh. "Fuck, at least you won't have any diseases." she
said.

That's when she turned, lifted her ass in the air and put her face in a
pillow. I played and fondled her perfect heart-shaped bottom. I admired
how it flowed down into her narrow back and shaped shoulders.

My cock twitched and pleaded to push forward. It was harder than I ever
felt it before, like a starved man, I lined myself up and slid inside
of her. My heart thumped in my ears, I couldn't believe how it felt. I
pushed in deeper.

I knew she wasn't happy with me, but I was sure the size of my cock
would change that. It was tight at first and I saw her hands tighten on
the pillow. I continued to push forward her warm walls sucked me in and
squeezed the entire surface of my shaft. I never imaged it felt like
this. I pulled out and tried again. This time it went easier. I had to
do it two more times to get as far as I could. She reached back and
stopped my hips. She rocked back and forth as her tempo sped up and I
worked with her.

Spying on my Parents&#x27; Sexy Neighbor

by greytonesandredlights (UID 5057232)

https://www.literotica.com/s/spying-on-my-parents-sexy-neighbor

Chubby 19 year old blackmails the sexy neighbor.

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The familiar feeling of an orgasm burned the base of my cock. "Wait,
I'm going to cum." I said.

She rotated her hips and pulled my knee up beside her and hung onto it.
The new angle sent a surge of warm pleasure through my stomach and on
instinct I gripped her hips and plunging forward. I grunted out loud
and held myself against her ass. Just like that, I had my first time.
She didn't even change position. When I slipped out she stood up and
went to the bathroom door. "Lock the door when you leave." She said and
closed the door behind her.

I was in her bedroom four minutes, even after masturbating. "Fucking
hell," I said.

Partway down the stairs, I heard her throw up. I wanted to go check on
her but decided not to. I returned home and sat in my room. I had
imagined so much more for my first time. She was right, tomorrow I
would tell her once was all, and the deal was done. I fell asleep and
figured I'd do it in the morning.

NOT A QUITTER.

When the next morning came, I got dressed made breakfast and grabbed
some orange juice. I had changed my mind after sleeping on it. I saw
how she fucked the other guy, and it was pure lust. With Nick she made
love. She just wanted a hot stud on the side. There was no way the
other guy was bigger than me.

The problem was my body, I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of
fat.

A quick run through the house purged it of junk food. After I threw the
garbage out I drove downtown and joined a gym. I had no idea what I was
doing, like a geek at football tryouts. I tried to follow the charts on
the wall but after a while, I just googled the routines.

I worked out at home, biked to work and went to the gym in the early
mornings. I studied workout routines, I tried dozens of them. There's
so damn many of them I didn't know what one to use. Before I knew it
four weeks passed. My pants fit better, but when I sat down, I still
saw my belly hang out. One thing I did notice, was my pocketbook.
During this time I had to replenish my money as my father kept a close
eye on my account as per our agreement.

To rebuild my money, I started doing web design. I had done them for a
few friends in high school, so I picked up two clients by word of
mouth. Which covered the expensive gym membership, but I had to stop
working on my game.

I also had my twentieth birthday, I got cash from my parents who didn't
come home. My friends all live out of town so no party. It was like I
had a birthday but, just for numerical reasons between me and the
government.

When the second night came I jumped the fence and to my delight, a
naked Janet greeted me. This time I had some muscle on my arms, but I
still had my belly fat.

It didn't take long to figure out why she was already naked. She was
drunker than the last. A sex doll would have been stiffer. I played
with her, licked and massaged her breasts. Still, her eyes looked like
they would roll back into her head at any moment. I got between her
legs lined myself up and entered her. I felt like I was fucking a warm
pillow. She laid there unmoving, her face twitched twice. More from the
irritation of me falling out and not able to get back in.

My size wasn't enough, I had been overconfident. I couldn't turn her
on, just like the girls in high school, it didn't matter that I was as
large as I was, what good is it if you can't use it or if they don't
even want to see it. Nick was an attractive man and the other guy, he
looked rugged, his abs were tight and he wore stubble. But he wore
suits like Nick and had the same feel. Both of them seemed out of my
league.

I looked down at the side of her face and finished myself off. She
didn't get up this time, just mumbled something. I got dressed, covered
her up and left out the back. I should have taken the money and bought
an AI sex doll at this rate.

THE NEW GUY.

The following night I woke up to my phone buzzing.

"Hello," I said.

A strange woman's voice replied, "You awake?"

"I am now, I think you got the wrong number." I said. I squinted my
eyes and tried to read the number. On the other end, there was no
reply, just a click.

The need to piss forced me to get up. I turned the lights on then I
noticed, for the first time in months the curtains were open. I watched
from the side and sure enough, headlights pulled into the drive.
Minutes later, the other guy entered the main bedroom. I pressed my
face against the window.

It wasn't the same guy, this guy looked like a forty-year-old fitness
instructor, polo shirt and tanned pants

Janet wiggled and twisted around him as if she was dancing. In a flick
of her wrists and a roll of her shoulders, she slid from her silk robe
and black teddy. She tore the rest of the other man's clothes off and
turned to give him access from behind.

She stood right at the window and bent over. When he entered her, she
stared right at me. She moaned and twisted her body as he entered her.
After several minutes she led him to the bed, faced the window and got
on top of him. Her long soft arms reached over her head and she gyrated
on top of him like she was giving a lap dance. She bucked wildly and
threw her head side to side. Each time she shifted her weight, she
looked at my window. After they finished, the guy dressed and left. She
returned to the bedroom window, fingered me and shut the curtains.

A nerve broke inside of me. A piece of jealous, fiery anger boiled up
inside of me. I would pleasure her. I didn't care how, she just had to
be present long enough to feel me. I had to get in shape and do it
fast. This piss ant magazine advice wasn't working. How though? A wall
of games taunted me. I cursed them and wish I'd been more of a jock in
school. Then I saw it, an army game. I didn't plan on joining, but I
planned on stealing their boot camp.

For three days I researched everything I could about boot camp. The
formula was simple, run, lift and train until you threw up, broke
yourself or quit. There's no way I could work a job, program my game
and get in shape.

The next morning I printed out business cards. Doug's web design and
marketing. Walked out on my job and began walking the entire city. I
filled my pack with my laptop and papers. The routes I plotted out took
me past all 27 coffee shops and cafés that I knew of. I had three
routes, each one had 12 miles and 6-9 stops. I would get my workout and
I would promote my business.

At first, nothing happened other than my feet ached and wore blisters
into my shoulders. After a week, I got one client, and I jogged at a
slow pace. I began working out after the 6-hour route. Free weights
with heavy lifting. By the end of the month, I was ready. My arms grew
from 12 inches to 14. I didn't see abs but also didn't see any spare
tire anymore. On top of it, I had 19 clients with 5 web sites which I
did monthly maintenance on. It wasn't much money but enough for a start
and my mother seemed ecstatic I started a business.

The 4th night was here, Janet gave the go ahead, and I flipped myself
over the fence. I felt like I was climbing the tower on boot. Entered
the back door and made my way to the bedroom. I even ran up the stairs.
She would have to notice this transformation. She laid on the bed
again, naked. She smiled, laid back and spread her legs.

I flexed my arms and shoulders as I underdressed and got between her.
She mumbled something, and I realized she was in another world. She
laid back unable to sit up straight.

Not like it was the end of the world, if I pleasure her she'll come to.

Another advantage a sex doll would have, is when you put it in a
position, it would stay there. Janet was more a rag doll made from warm
flesh. It didn't matter what I did, how hard I fucked her or how
sensual I was with her. She was on the verge of passing out. It was
like she roofied herself. Her body bounced and jiggled and from time to
time a moan slipped from her lips. A burning orgasm locked my hips
forward as I stared down at her sleepy face. Guilt from this entire
thing filled my thoughts, I wished I never seen those lights that
night.

I put her on her side and stayed long enough to make sure she was okay.
I ran my hands over her hip and waist, admiring the deep curve. This
was the woman I fantasized over all my life it seemed.

Sleep abandoned me that night, I felt like I owed her something. Like
it was me who owed her a stud, not some stupid fat kid who blackmailed
her into sex.

I attacked my workout. I went from 12 miles to 16 and I ran up a hill
on the edge of town. Parts of it I broke from the trail and ran through
the rough terrain. My legs and ass burned no matter how many times I
did it. I even hired someone to build basic web pages and maintain the
monthly clients. Still, I grew the client list.

On Monday morning of the second week, I woke to find my mother had come
home in the night.

"Good morning," she said. She gave me a hug and a kiss. "Wow, you're
taking this fitness thing serious." She smiled.

"I am and I'm finding even my business is growing because of it."

"It sure does, the better you look the better your sales are. It's why
your father and I work out too. In fact, looking good does amazing
things for sales. Speaking of which, I will be home longer this time so
I think I'll try out Janet's spa and salon, I hear she does amazing
work."

I didn't hear much more than that, I tried not to spit my juice out and
planned on what I could say to turn her off.

"I already made a reservation two months from now, but holy it takes a
month for new clients. So I'm just going to wait until after that big
convention in Europe your father and I have to go to."

I nodded my head and smiled. 'I'm so fucked' I thought to myself. Her
lips were moving, but I wasn't hearing the words she was saying. I
kissed her on the cheek and said. "Glad your home mom, I have something
I have to do before I head out. We're having supper tonight then?"

"Yes, I'm back for a week and your dad's back tomorrow."

I ran up the stairs and closed the door behind me and sunk to the
floor. I tore at my hair, what were they going to talk about? Here's a
woman coming in and tad da it's the mother to your fat neighbor kid
who's blackmailing you into having sex. Once my parents find out I'm
done, they'd be ashamed of me, maybe even call the police.

I was practicing speeches and reasoning in my head when I looked at the
stack of magazines on my desk. I stood up and looked at the cover. A
male fitness model flexed his chest and abs.

"One last shot, she wants fun, I just have to give it to her." I told
myself out loud.

I pushed up the date between Janet and I, which she eagerly accepted.
That night she gave me a show with Nick. Unlike normal, she was wild
and frantic. I'm sure to Nicks delight. Afterword's she closed the
curtains, but not before giving me the finger again.

I hit the weights nonstop. I picked up powerlifting to the extreme and
on opposite weeks I sprinted up hills, climbed the rocky cliffs near
town and increased my run to nineteen miles. I felt like a prisoner in
the routine. I stopped gaming, writing programs, and I dedicated my
entire day to training. Most people when their parents left for two
weeks would throw a party. Not me, instead I trained at home.

THE LAST NIGHT

I stood in the mirror, half looking at myself and half watching the
drive for Nick to leave. I flexed my arms and chest. I built another
inch, my shoulders finally stood out and the outline of abs showed
through. I saw his headlights pull out and leave down the street. It
would have to do, I was out of time.

My phone buzzed, it was a text from Janet. 'He's gone, let's get it
over with, the usual time and place." I didn't reply, I didn't plan on
the usual time. Tonight I needed her to have her wits.

A quick shower and masturbation got me prepared for the night. By 10:00
p.m well before she expected me, I slipped out the back door.

That night I slid over the fence, jogged to the front door and rang the
bell. I made sure no one watched in the street and waited.

Her silhouette appeared in the glass door, I stepped back to the side.
My guts felt like someone punched me more than the previous nights.

She opened the door and scowled at me. "What you doing at the front
door? Get inside and head out the back, your too early, I said the
normal time."

She wore a white blouse and a tight pair of black dress pants that
showed off her round ass and thick thighs. My arm brushed her breast as
I slipped past her. She shut the door behind me and turned to lead me
back through the house.

Towards the back of the house was the guests bedroom, I had to pass it
each time I snuck in the back. I watched her ass move as she swayed her
hips. Her body ridged as she strolled through the house. We passed the
stairs and entered the hallway next to the kitchen. I had to make my
move.

I grabbed her by the wrist and turned her around. "Not tonight, you
want it over fast, then we do it here."

"I'm not ready." She pushed back against me and for a second looked
down at my chest where her hands were. "Come back at two."

She let out a squeal when I scooped her up over my shoulder and burst
through the bedroom door. She tried to protest, but when I set her down
next to the bed, I gripped her blouse and tore it open. Buttons flew
off and the clasp on her bra bent with ease. Her breasts were free,
they whipped around in a circle on her chest and came to a rest at the
bottom from the sudden force. With one hand I pushed her back on to the
bed.

Afraid she would bolt for the door, I didn't take my eyes off of her. I
grabbed the collar of my shirt in both hands and tore it in half. It
was harder than it looks on TV, in fact amazingly hard. My arms
strained, and it felt like I was tearing a rubber sheet in half. The
fabric dug hard into the palms of my hands and every muscle I had
struggled to wrench the shirt apart. Once I got halfway down I had to
switch my grip to tear it the rest of the way.

It was more shock than anything that kept her on the bed. I could see
her eyes focused on my chest and stomach. She hadn't seen me since that
afternoon I dropped the envelope in her mailbox and our first time. My
cock felt hard and pinched. It wanted to be free, the rough force and
Janet's breasts on display had aroused me.

I unsnapped my pants, but before I could free myself, she turned and
scrambled across the bed.

She reached into the end table, pulled out a small bottle of tequila
and took two large gulps before she had to take a break. I lunged over
top of her and pulled the bottle from her hand. She turned on her side
and looked up at me, with a scowl. I took a sip and handed it back to
her.

I wanted to wince at the taste and burning sensation in my chest. But I
didn't want to look like a wimp.

She leaned back on the headboard and took a small sip followed by a
deep drink. I pulled the bottle from her lips and she looked down at
herself.

"That's enough." I said. I put the bottle on the end table. The button
on her pants popped with ease and without unzipping them, I tore the
zipper down until I heard the fabric give and jerked them free of her
hips.

The black thong she wore followed the creases of her legs and
disappeared between her thighs. Her chest rose and fell. When I wrapped
my hands around the waistband and jerked, she looked down at her
exposed body. The seams gave way, and I tore the thong from her.

A gasp left her lips, and before she could recover, I fell on her. I
grabbed both her breasts and clamped my mouth on her nipples. I
squeezed them together so I could lick and suck on both at the same
time until the sides of my mouth burned.

Still with her stubbornness she kept her hands at her side and her head
turned away from me. I rolled my tongue around her nipples until I saw
her fingers dig into the sheets. Her heart sped up and she could no
longer hid the fact that she panted.

As if doing a pushup, I rose from her and stood at the edge of the bed.
Undid my belt and slid my pants down. My cock sprung free, when it did
she finally took notice of it. She reached out with her warm soft hand
and touched the shaft. When she did my hips bucked forward into her
open hand. The tip slid up from the foreskin and presented itself to
her.

Her tongue moistened her lips and her soft fingers ran the length of my
cock up under my scrotum. I pulled myself away from her touch and got
back on the bed. I pulled her pants down from her knees, as if
accepting of me she lifted her feet and I slid them off her.

She laid back and watched my shoulders as I worked. Her torn blouse and
bra draped over her shoulders like a shawl. I flipped one of her legs
up over my shoulder and lowered my head between her thighs.

"No," she said with a low voice.

The tip of my tongued touched the moist opening and her quiet protest
turned to a light moan. I pushed it deeper until I tasted her. For the
first time, I heard a muffled moan escape her throat. I had read about
how sweet a woman tasted and how fragrant it smelt. I liked neither the
taste nor smell, but I licked the bud and sucked hard on it anyway.

With as much force as I could I pushed my tongue inside and tasted her.
With one hand I held her hip and the other I wrapped up and over so I
could massage her clit with my thumb. I had no idea if it felt good for
her, but the back of my tongue grew fatigued and I struggled to keep
the pace.

My jaw ached and my tongue felt limp, I fought through the pain and
continued to suck. I was fucking for my freedom. I had to leave
everything on the bed, if tonight wasn't good enough. There was nothing
more I could do.

Finally, her body wiggled. She pressed her back into the bed and
twisted from side to side. She lifted her other leg up around my head
and pulled my hand up to her breast and held it there. She squeezed her
thighs together and arched her back. "Faster." She moaned.

My tongue refused to force its way in any faster as if I was lifting
weight until I could lift no more it locked up. Giving up I kept my
tongue out and swung my head up and down. She grabbed my hair and
pulled it hard against her, her legs tightened more. I wondered if she
was trying to kill me.

Desperate to catch my breath, I pulled myself free of her grip. She
scowled at me and pulled me back down. But my mouth was spent. I
flattened my tongue and ran it the length of her shaven pussy. My spit
and her juices mix and covered her thighs and my face.

Between the taste and fatigued muscles I couldn't do anything more. I
reached up and slid my index and middle fingers inside of her. I could
feel a little lump and focused my attention on it. I circled and
pressed against it. Her back arched and she dug her nails into my arm.

Confident now, I wanted to see her in ecstasy. I turned my hand
sideways and slid a third finger into her. She tried to push herself
away but I wouldn't let her. I pressed them further inside and wiggled
them. Her mouth fell open and let out a moan from deep inside. I
twisted and flexed my wrist, moving my fingers in and out of her like a
corkscrew. She closed her eyes, turned her head and pressed her face
deep into the pillow. Her hips strained to free themselves, her ab's
tightened, and she lifted herself off the bed.

In her orgasm, she pulled free of my fingers. I gave her a moment to
recover and slammed my fingers back inside and twisted them back and
forth until my forearm burned. Small bits of fluid sprayed out and she
let out a low scream before falling back onto the bed. She pushed my
hand away and covered herself with her hands. After a few seconds, she
spread her legs and looked me in the eyes. I climbed up between her
legs and positioned myself above her. Her eyes grew fixated on my cock
positioned between her. It twitched with anticipation and she looked up
at me.

"Shit I forgot the condom." I said.

Spying on my Parents&#x27; Sexy Neighbor

by greytonesandredlights (UID 5057232)

https://www.literotica.com/s/spying-on-my-parents-sexy-neighbor

Chubby 19 year old blackmails the sexy neighbor.

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She took my cock in her hand and aimed it at her opening. "I'm on the
pill"

She stroked me twice and pulled me down into her. Her chest began
rising rapidly. I pushed myself forward past the head of my penis. Her
eyes grew wide, and she took me by the hips and tried pushing back. I
gave her a second, then continued forward slowly. Her mouth opened and
she let out a gasp. Thinking it would be fun I plunged myself deep.

She winced and slapped my hips. "Fuck." She screamed. "Stop, stop,
wait." between breaths. She shifted her weight under me and brought her
knees up beside my hips.

Concerned she would flip and call the whole thing off I eased back and
forth until she relaxed. The fifth time I entered her with my whole
length. Her insides tense up and resisted me. She let out another gasp
and tried to push herself back into the mattress.

She held me by the hips and worked my in and out of herself a little
deeper each time. Again she stopped me and laid her head back on the
pillow, this time she bucked her hips up into mine then relaxed. Before
she could catch her breath, I sunk deeper. I repeated it two more times
before I laid inside of her.

By now her body welcomed me, her milky hands ran from the back of my
neck to my ass. Tracing the outline of my tense back muscles. Her thick
soft thighs squeezed and rubbed against my hip and legs. Sweat beaded
on my skin from the heat we made.

I stopped and held myself above her. After a few seconds, I felt her
hip grind up into mine. She clung onto my neck with both her arms and
with one leg around my back the other pushed up off the bed and ground
herself into my cock.

My body wanted its own release and now I wanted to show her I could be
her bull in heat. I rose up and plunged myself down onto her. Her mouth
opened and she fell back to the bed. Our bodies clapped as I picked up
the pace. Each time I pumped into her she clamped down on my shoulders.
I glided in and out of her.

Oddly, I had been practicing with her all the previous times and she
never knew it. My hips were like an engine. When I thrust I lowered my
weight and when I withdrew I raised my hips and dragged my cock hard
against the top of her vagina. With this rolling motion in and out,
each time she bucked against me. Our breathing came together and we
both panted in unison.

She slapped my ass and dug her nails in, urging on the circling motion
I fucked her with.

I wanted to flex my arms and chest to turn her on like I was doing
pushups. But the way I was fucking her seemed to drive her wild. I
watched her green eyes, but she never looked up from between us, she
was intensely watching my cock slide in and out of her.

Before I knew it, she took control wrapped her arms around my neck and
began slammed me into her with her legs. In almost an instant I felt my
insides stiffen and my cock warm with pleasure. Before I came I pulled
out of her, to her frustration. We stared at one another and caught our
breaths.

"Fuck me." She said.

"I'm almost coming." I said.

"I don't care, get back inside of me. You wanted to fuck me, so fuck
me!" She said.

I thrust my hips forward and missed. I made three more attempts to find
my way in. Frustrated, she reached down and guided me back inside. I
slammed myself into her so hard it forced the breath from her.

She pushed me off of her and rolled me to the side of the bed. Caught
by surprise, she swung her leg over top of me and lowered herself down.
In a single attempt, she slid herself down on my cock. She wiggled her
shoulders and flipped her torn blouse and bra to the floor. Her blond
hair draped over her shoulders, the tips clung to the sweat on her
forehead and body.

I too had sweat running off my forehead and down my eyebrows.

Her large breast stood out and her nipple were proud and firm like
oversized pencil erasers. 

She put her hands on my chest, threw her head back and began grinding
herself into my hips. Each time she thrust herself forward and arched
her back, her round breasts bounced up and down in circles. With both
hands I reached up and cupped them to her delight. She reached up, grab
my hands and began rubbing them against her nipples. They felt like
little marbles in the palms of my hand.

She scowled in frustration as she rotated her hips and thrust forward
and backward, trying to find a position. To help I grabbed her by the
hips and thrust mind forward like I saw her husband do. With the arm
strength I had left, I helped her grind harder and faster. She ran her
hands over breasts, up her neck, and threw her hair. The golden strands
fell back to her shoulders and back.

She clenched her teeth and arched her back and caught herself on my
knees, her torso convulsed and shuttered. Her mouth opened and her
nails dug into my legs. I reached up and held her ribcage under her
breasts, I could feel her hard body tense up. Her frozen hips twitched
and jerked.

I gripped her by the shoulder with one hand and the other on her waist
and thrust up inside of her. I came so hard it hurt, and I let out a
moan with each thrust. Her eyes opened and she took a deep breath
before letting out a moan combined with the scream.

Mentally I wanted to stop, but I didn't want this to end. I wanted her
to beg me for more. I flipped her limp body over onto her side and slid
myself into her wet hole with no resistance. I clung to her leg and
held her by the stomach. It was just brute fucking at this point. I
wanted to leave my mark, I didn't want her to regret any of the past
months or the continued agreement. Even if she never wanted to do it
again, I was ok with that. But tonight it was about survival. Each
thrust I tried to go as deep as I could, I was afraid I would grow
soft, but seeing her body bounce and jiggle was so beautiful I stayed
hard.

Her legs felt silky to the touch, I squeezed her calf into my chest and
nestled my face against her ankle. My other hand I caressed and hung on
to her breast. 

Exhausted she slide her leg from my shoulder and laid face down on the
bed. Her back glistened with sweat. Amazed with her body, I ran my hand
over her waist from her ribs to her hips. 

With both hands, I lifted her ass in the air and slid inside from
behind. I began slamming into her from behind harder and faster than
before, one hand on her waist the other on her shoulder.

She was so wet it felt like I was fucking air. It was sheer
determination that kept me going. Her weak and faint moans were music
to my ears. She squeezed my hands and withered beneath me until she
lifted her head up and stiffened. She tried to grab me by the ass and
pulled the hard into her but I wouldn't let her. I kept thrusting into
her, each time I bottomed out I could feel the tip of my penis hit
something it was like I was going deeper than I was before. She tried
to lift her leg and crawl away from me. But I had a firm grip on her
and I had a second weak orgasm, with that I held myself deep inside of
her. I could feel my sperm pumping into her. I don't know why, but at
that moment I felt like had joined a club of elite men.

Her inner walls pulsed and milked my penis. She turned her head to the
side to catch her breath. Sweat beaded on her back, her blond hair
clung to her face shoulders in a mess. Exhausted, breathing heavy and
without words she just laid there.

I pulled out of her and she barely moved. I wasn't sure what happened
and leaned in close and asked, "Are you okay?"

She said nothing, she just reached up, touch me on the chest and let
her hand fall back to the bed.

Exhausted myself, I laid beside her and ran my hands over her slick
back, tracing her spine down to the dimples above her ass. She closed
her eyes and fell asleep. I put my clothes on or what was left of them
and covered her up with a bedsheet. There was a large stain from her
orgasm, it wasn't just sweat that had soaked us. I brushed the hair
from her face and left out the back door.

When I got home I showered, changed and checked her window. The lights
downstairs was still on and the bedroom was dark. I couldn't sleep, so
I monitored her waiting and watching to see if she would wake up. I
regretted leaving her alone and wanted to check on her. But knew she
just needed sleep.

I sat at my computer and did some work on a program I was working on
over the past few weeks. I stopped working on the app I had and began
working on a video game inspired by managing a brothel. But I really
didn't do much work that night, I kept one eye on the window and
finally just before 1:00 I saw the light in their master bedroom turn
on. I watched as she clung to the wall still naked and made her way to
the shower, after a few minutes she climbed into bed naked.

Three days later my mother went off to her hair appointment and spa
day. I stayed at home, I didn't feel like running, lifting weights or
chasing clients. I went back to what I knew playing video games to pass
the time I sat right next to the window and watch the driveway. To see
either a police car roll up, my mother tear into the driveway, or see
Janet drive-in. By 3:00 p.m I play more video games that I had the
previous three months.

When my mother drove in I could hear her downstairs after the garage
door closed and I heard keys hit the kitchen countertop. She was
singing her favorite song. I went downstairs to face the music.

She looked like a different woman. She had shorter hair, shoulder
length only, with platinum high lights. She even wore different makeup
with a hint of sparkles and extra high liner at the corners.

She carried two gigantic bags each with "Janet's Fabulous Salon and
Spa" written on them. There was also a small bag inside of them, a
little black bag, one that she quickly grabbed and covered up before I
could see. She beamed a smile at me and ask, "How was your day
sweetie?"

"A lot better now." I said.

"What you think," she twisted her hip, raised her knee and showed
herself off like a model.

To be honest, she looked amazing, I hadn't noticed it before but she
also lost some weight. The highlights made looked 10 years younger, and
the makeup was a perfect match for her face. "You look amazing, I think
dads gonna be really surprised when he gets home." I said.

"Thank you, actually he won't be home I'll be picking him up at the
airport. From there we're going to go to a friend's party." She took
the small bag out and slipped it into her purse and kissed me on the
cheek. "Okay, we'll see you in the morning have fun tonight, do
whatever you like." She fluffed her hair, "I should've went there years
ago, Janet is amazing."

I opened my stupid big mouth "oh yes she is." I mean my god, jump right
back in the fire. I saw the look my mother gave me and thinking fast
and shrugged my shoulders. "What? I've seen her sunbathing in the
backyard since they moved in."

My mother nodded her head at me, "Now I know, that's why you wanted to
take the smaller bedroom." She rolled her eyes and laughed at me before
she closed the door.

The garage door rumbled to life and her car drove off in the distance.

It felt like a massive weight was lifted off me and I went for
short-run wearing nothing but shorts and running shoes. I was proud of
my new body, I'd never seen ab's or even veins in the mirror, and now I
had them. I also noticed I got more attention from the attractive women
and when I stopped for a coffee I casually chatted up a woman in her
mid-thirties about web design. I got her number, but it's because she
wanted a web page where she could sell her crafted items. Easy money
for me and she really wasn't that bad looking.

After the day I fell asleep earlier than I normally do. When I woke up
I realized it was 2:00 a.m it was like my body was tuned in to wake up
at 2:00. I looked out the window and saw the man that started it all
drive into Janet's driveway. The door opened like it normally did, and
Janet met him on the doorstep. The two talked a while before entering
he stayed for 45 minutes I shrugged it off and went back to sleep.

Part of me felt jealous as I laid in bed. I couldn't help but toss and
turn, so I got up and I looked outside. His car was gone and the light
to the bedroom was on. I saw her leave the bathroom dressed in a
housecoat. She disappeared into the hallway. Four minutes later I heard
the chat app I set up ding. It was from Janet.

The text read. 'I ended it with Lou, and I've been thinking, my husband
isn't back for two more days. We need to make up for missing last
month, tomorrow night the new time?'

I backed out of the message and turned off my computer, I didn't was
sound too eager. I didn't plan on giving her a reply. Instead, I'd just
sneak over after the sun goes down.

Story Tags: blackmail; mother; neighbor; neighbour; parents; sexy;
spying; voyeur; non-con; noncon

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