She saw the teen coming closer in her direction.

She wondered what the teen looked like naked, and was his skin as soft as it looked? How old was he? He looked no older than eighteen. Edna imagined herself in bed with the teen, his cock slipping between her thighs. She had been having such thoughts for days now.

But the lascivious images persisted, impossible to resist. She masturbated to them. Now she needed something more. She stood up and placed the binoculars on the table beside her on the porch.

Her heart pounding, she walked in the teen's direction. She felt as if she were in a dream. Now or never, she thought. Whatever the consequences, I'm going to have that teen. He's a virgin, I'm sure. I'll be his first woman. His teacher…

The teen looked up when he saw her approaching and smiled. "Hi!" he said and Edna's heart skipped a beat. She could feel herself trembling, despite the late morning sun.

"Hello," she said. She couldn't help eyeing his crotch. Her eyes widened. She saw the noticeable bulge of his crotch, further enhanced by the tight briefs. My God, she thought, his cock must be absolutely enormous! She could see the mushroom-shaped cockhead and his plump balls. Her knees suddenly turned to rubber.

"Do you live there?" the teen asked, pointing to her house.

"Yes, I'm here for the summer, perhaps longer."

"It gets cold here during the winter."

Edna nodded. "So I've heard. My husband and I usually stay until September, but since he passed away I just might decide to stay longer. It's quite beautiful here."

"I'm sorry about your husband."

"Oh, it was nearly a year ago. Thank you."