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My mother Fellina had gotten me extremely horny, explaining our highly incestuous family history. Even worse, she showed me pictures of her nude, more porn pics with her having sex, and many others with our outrageously arousing female ancestors entertaining each other sexually.
The doorbell rang and she called out, "It's open! Come in!"
When the most attractive woman I'd ever seen, or even imagined, opened the door; her eyes stared into mine and her face displayed intense carnal desire. She removed her jacket and dropped it to the floor without her gaze leaving my face. It exposed a black mesh teddy that couldn't hope to conceal her fluorescent green panties, matching half-cup bustier, or the breasts and nipples the bright green lingerie held aloft.
I was magnetically drawn to her wondrously beautiful blue-green eyes, long dark lashes, slivery blue eye shadow, plump and moist pink lips, and her beautiful hair. It was expertly styled into thick flowing waves of curls and spirals that superstars and models would envy. It was 'TV star' colored, a third blonde, a third auburn, and a bit of dark brown and strawberry blonde; so that anyone would like it, no matter their hair color preference.
I took a slow step toward her, enraptured by her exquisite sex appeal. She took a step toward me and touched a finger to my lips. I thought she was silencing me so she could say something important, but she withdrew her hand and licked the fingertip. I was very nervous, but moved even closer. She rested her hands on my shoulders and leaned toward me, licking my lips.
Her left hand moved my right to a profoundly sexy chest globe, as her tongue spread my lips and entered my mouth. Her other arm wrapped around me and pulled me even closer. My chest pressed against her huge and almost perfectly round breasts. Her nose rubbed against mine and I closed my eyes, feeling her hands squeezing my buttocks.
I couldn't help myself. I was spellbound by desire. I thrust my pelvis forward, pressing my groin against her upper thigh. I'd never felt so anxious or turned-on before! Her hands moved under my shirt and caressed my back, while I repeatedly squeezed my package against her hip.