Corinne Davison, thirty years old, lay on top of her bedsheets and moaned as her fingers slipped between her prominent pussy lips. She had woken up horny again, and the voluptuous brown-haired woman had decided to 'take matters into her own hand', so to speak. Her other hand was massaging one of her C-cup breasts. She was fantasizing about her husband, who had left for work an hour previous, picturing the man on top of her, thrusting his hard cock into her again and again. She raised her pelvis up in order to dig her fingers deeper inside, feeling her orgasm rising from her loins. "Uhh...huhh..."
"Ungk!" she heard from just outside her bedroom window, and something splattered against it with a 'thump' sound. Her initial thought was that a bird had flown into it.
"AUGHH!" She heard something tumble from the angled roof, which her bedroom overlooked. Her orgasm lost, she rushed to the window. It looked like something white and sticky had splattered onto the glass. Had a bird dropped a doody bomb on her window? But that had sounded like a person crying out.
Corinne pulled on her bathrobe and headed out her front door. There was a young, dark-haired man lying prone on her lawn! "Ohmigod!" she cried out and rushed over. "Are you all right?"
"Owie..." he moaned as he tried to sit up.
She looked to see if the kid had twisted any limbs, but then noticed that his fly was open and he had a dowling rod sticking out through it. Then she did a double-take...that was his hard penis, and it had to be at least 8 inches long! She suddenly realized what had splattered on her window, and why.
She looked around the neighborhood. Here she was in nothing but a bathrobe, with a young man who had his dick out. Any of the neighborhood gossips could look out and see them! "Can you walk?" she asked the kid.
He nodded and rose unsteadily to his feet. She ducked under one of his arms and helped him into her house.
"Lay on the couch," she directed him. "And put that away!"
Sheepishly, the boy tried to tuck his penis away, but it actually seemed to be harder than earlier, almost 9 inches now, she estimated, and he was having trouble. His eyes kept flashing to her chest as he struggled.
She looked down and realized that her robe had opened up, revealing a generous portion of cleavage. Gasping, she pulled it closed and cinched the belt tight.
"Um, um, sorry ma'am...you're so gorgeous, I can't help myself." He gave up on trying to tuck his member away and instead covered it with his hands, blushing furiously.
Corinne blushed too. Her husband hadn't called her gorgeous in a long time, and this boy's phallus was bigger than her husband's average-sized member. Her eyes scanned the young man's form...he was only 5'9", perhaps, and slim, with dark brown eyes. That cock seemed even larger when compared to the rest of him. "How old are you?"
"Um, eighteen, ma'am."
She shook her head. Why was that her first question? "Are you hurt?"
"Umm...my wrist hurts a bit, but it doesn't seem broken." He moved his right hand a little and winced.
"What's your name? I'm Mrs. Davison."
"Simon von Trocken, ma'am...I'd shake your hand, but..." He reddened again as he looked down at his hand-covered crotch.
Her eyes unconsciously slipped down there as well. "Why were you on my roof, Simon?"
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Davison. My Mom tells me I have a whore..." He frowned. "...whore..."
Corinne frowned as well. "You have a what?!"
His face cleared as he remembered "...moan issue."
