She decided to open the attic window and let the cool afternoon breeze cool her off. Leaving the dildo stuck halfway up her pussy, she got up and went over to the window and, opening it, looked out.

Fate had taken a hand.

Just as Wanda gazed out, Johnny noticed the tree house and realized how handy it could be.

Wanda recognized him as the Howard boy who lived down the block and thought no more of it – for a moment.

Then she saw the gigantic cock-bulge that was contorting the front of his jeans.

Holy shit, she thought.

Wanda had always had the hots for young boys, and she was a peeper by her nature. Her dark eyes flashed as she gazed at the blond youngster, and her pussy began to steam on the rubber prick, in response.

Then Johnny approached the big tree.

She wondered where the cute boy was going, but didn't care, happy to feast her eyes on his swollen crotch.

He climbed up the makeshift ladder awkwardly and entered the tree house.

And Wanda found that, looking down from the elevation of her attic, she could see the interior of the tree house with perfect clarity.

She almost fainted when Johnny stretched out on the mattress, opened his fly and reached in to haul out his cock and balls in one fat handful.

He began to play with his prick.

Wanda, naturally, began to ram her rubber cock in and out of her cunt-hole, angling it so that all of the firm stalk rubbed against her clit.

The potent youngster shot off on a very few strokes, his creamy cum-load looping up above the walls.

Wanda juiced off at the same time. With hardly a pause, Johnny jacked off again, turning onto his side this time and spraying his spunk onto the sexy pictures tacked to the walls.

Wanda joined him in cumming again.

What a treat this was for a frustrated housewife who loved young boys and adored playing the peeper and had a pussyful of rubber prick, to boot!