An angry old lady

Mark almost staggered inside as the door unexpectedly opened before him, only just managing to catch himself on the doorframe and hold himself up. The old woman standing before him was in her mid-sixties he estimated, with a grizzled face and mussed up grey hair that reached her shoulders. She wore some kind of nightgown with a floral pattern, loosely fitting but still revealing a little too much of her large, sagging breasts which pressed against the thin material, her massive dark nipples visible beneath. Mark quickly averted his gaze, looking back into her sneering face which had taken on a slightly more sinister expression.

"Oh, shit! Sorry I uh... I live next door." he nodded to his right. "I um, had a couple of drinks and wasn't thinking... sorry to bother you." he said, stepping away.

The door swung open a little further at this, realisation creeping over the old woman's face. "Ohh, your the new guy... I see." she said, looking him over. "You and your little girlfriend in there together, right?" she asked.

"Oh, uhh... my wife actually. Yes but she's away..." he responded, slightly flustered at this unexpected encounter, too drunk for chit chat with a stranger.

The old woman's tone shifted slightly as she continued. "Away is it? I thought so... I hadn't heard her banging her pots n pans around in there tonight. Or singing along to that awful pop music." she grinned at him, the sinister edge to it not lost on Mark.

"Oh um... sorry we didn't realise we were being loud. We will do out best to keep it down in future..." he promised, "If we're ever too loud, please - just tell us and we will stop. And if there's anything we can ever do... to help..." he thought to make a peace offering of sorts to the old lady, perhaps he could mend this relationship by collecting her groceries from time to time when she needed it. "Just knock... I would be happy to lend a hand."

"Oh I hear lots of things I do..." the woman butted in, "Some of them you would not want interrupted by a knock from me..." she added, raising a wrinkled eyebrow.

Mark blushed at that, her meaning not lost on him. "Oh, uhh... right. Sorry... I truly am sorry, I will speak with my wife..." he blurted, edging away from her and closer to his door.

The old woman opened her door fully, stopping him in his tracks as she said. "Now, now.. hold up there a minute. You said you would help me out, well there's something you can do for me now..." she gestured with a nod back into her apartment. "Got a light out ya see... it's too high for me to reach and it's dangerous you know, an old lady like me wandering around in the dark. I could have a fall."

Mark sighed but gave the woman a nod. Fair enough, if it would appease the old bag and get her off his case, he could spare a couple of minutes to help her out. Even in his drunken state, it couldn't be that difficult to change a light bulb for her. "Ok, fine... yes." he said, nodding towards her. "I can help... show me."

The old woman clucked her tongue, "Good, good... follow me." she said as she led him inside, "and take off your shoes, please."

Mark did as requested and kicked off his shoes, then followed the woman deeper into the apartment. Her's was a little more run down than his own which had been recently renovated, but for the most part it was effectively identical. She led him to one of the bedrooms, flicking on the hallway light which partially illuminated the darkened room and, handing him a new globe pointed to the light above the bed. "That one up there..." she said.

Mark nodded, taking the globe and stepping up onto the bed. Stretching up he could just get enough purchase to unscrew the dead bulb which he placed down beside him before reaching up to install the new one. Once it was in he asked her to try it, and suddenly the room lit up, the bright light temporarily blinding Mark who had been looking right at it. As he slowly recovered the old woman in the doorway came into focus and to Mark's horror, she was now completely naked, her wide, wrinkly old frame blocking the only exit as she leered at him, her heavy breasts drooping low and, he noticed as his gaze fell lower, her wrinkly old cunt nestled in a nest of grey, wiry hair.

"What the fuck?!" Mark exclaimed, "what are you doing you crazy old bitch?" He nearly fell off the bed in his shock as he looked down at the lecherous old hag.

"You're going to help me with a little problem son... that what." she snarled, to which Mark immediately shook his head. "What, no... no way! Why would I ever...?"

The old woman cut him off abruptly. "Because if you don't, I will call **** on you boy... your drunk as a skunk inside a poor old lady's bedroom in the middle of the night. What do you think the police, or that sweet young wife of yours would think about that?" she asked, grinning at him. "They would never believe..." Mark began but he was cut off again.

"You sure about that sonny?" she asked again. "What if the police had a little look see through that apartment of yours eh? I've smelled what you smoke over there... I bet there's all sorts of stuff in there you don't want them to see." she added.

As Mark thought about it, he knew she was right. Besides a bit of weed there was his box with a few extra goodies in it that if found by the cops, could land him in a some serious trouble. He grimaced as he looked back at the woman. "Now look... please don't scream." he began as calmly as he could manage. "What exactly do you want from me?"

The old woman's grin widened as she knew she almost had him. "Your going to make me moan just like I heard you make that wife of yours... do what you do to her and I won't make a peep." her old wrinkly eyes twinkled at him as she lowered a hand to her crotch, her long, withered fingers stroking at her drooping folds. Mark looked on in stunned disbelief. He couldn't do this could he? But what was the alternative? Prison? If anyone believed the old bitch his life as he knew it would be over. He had a very difficult decision to make...