Years later of course I realize that the neighbor divorcee was manipulating me. I was 15 she was in her 40s. I was tall lanky average to plain looks. No experience at all with dating or even kissing. And she had caught me naked and m*********** in her back yard. For weeks she was basically punishing me by blackmailing me, doing as she wished, having me mow her very private back yard and m*********** as she watched. I was living in too much fear to find it exciting or a turn on. Especially since each time she was sitting normally clothed there with the garden hose ready to spray me while I tried to maintain an erection or c** when she ordered me to. But as the summer began to wind down the hose was no longer in use and it eventually became something to look forwars to. One day while m*********** for her enjoyment or amusement she told me to stop and just listen to her. She questioned me. Making me admit I had no experience with girls at all. She asked if I trusted her. I admitted I was unsure but too afraid to. She pointed out that if she was going to report me she would have the day she caught me. Pointed out that since I was 15 she could be arrested to. Smiled when she called me silly for being so fearful that I had not realized that it was far more enjoyable for her than vengeful or punitive. Even told me that she masturbated after I left each time and had been tempted to do so as she watched me j******* at her command and control. I was stunned. I had no reason or experience to think any woman or girl would enjoy seeing me naked. When zi told her that she got up and walked around behind me and knelt. Told me to listen to her. She said such things in my ear as she told me to touch myself again but not c**. Her voice in my ear and breath on my neck were incredible. She told me she had plans for me once the weather changed and she substituted cleaning her house for mowing the lawn. She said that would almost be frustrating for her. That i needed to trust and beleive her that while I was not some beautiful teen, was not even well endowed, that she found me “pretty” and lovely to look at. She put her face in the back of my neck and took a deep breath and I jumped out of my skin when she slowly licked the sweat from my neck and shoulders. I still remember every word of her voice as she whispered in my ear “f***, you taste and smell so incredibly male for such a sweet little thing….” that memory can still make me c** in my own hand years later. She reached around my chest and lightly caressed my n****** and my mind exploded. I did as she asked when she told me to cup my testicles and stroke my p**** and c** for her as she continued to lightly tease my n****** and whisper and lick my skin. I was shaking and so close and she chuckled in my ear, then told me to squeeze my testicles, harder and harder, and I was whimpering and she suddenly pulled and pinched my n****** and told me to say her name when I came for her, and I cried out her name as my c** shot out so high and strong as she claimed me for herself in that moment. As I stopped spurting and gasping and my p**** wilted in my hand she slowly eased her pull and pinch on my n****** and I sagged in the chair as she rose and stepped around in front of me. I remember how I was gasping and looking up at her wide eyed and she pulled me to my feet and stepped in close to me and her hand went between my legs, aggressively squeezing my exhausted g*******, and she looked at me and said I was hers, and that I was not allowed to touch myself unless she gave me permission, and if I would promise her that, then she would teach me such things that I could not imagine. Then she took my hand and walked me to the shower and watched as I cleaned up. I learned what it was at some level to be looked at with hunger or as an object or prey or something. Once I was toweled off she walked me out and sent me back across the street home and all I wanted was for her to look at me that way again as I came for her.