 | natalia vodianovaBorn: 28 February 1982, Nizhny Novgorod, Russia (age 25)Height: 5' 9" (1.75 m) Credited Years: 2001 - 2007 Profession: Actress Known for: CQ / Wow! (Generation P) |
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It was a Friday night, and Mom had already told me she was going out that night with Donna -- some restaurant/bar had dancing after 9 pm, and they wanted to check it out. She mentioned something about her boss maybe dropping by there, so I knew she was going to go all-out tonight. My mind had kept thinking about it all day, just imagining what she'd look like, imagining some man pressing up against her, imagining myself pressing up against her -- it was a wonder I could get any work done. By the time I got home, I was a horny wreck. I did anything I could to take my mind off of her -- work out, watch TV, listen to music, whatever -- but my brain kept right on going back. I couldn't take it any more; I needed some kind of relief, some release of pressure. I knew Mom was going to be home late, and so I went into her room.
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When I woke up, I wasn't sure of the time. What I was sure of was my mother was home, the laundry room door was open, a basket of clothes in front of the machine, and nothing was put away. I could hear voices -- for a second I thought she had brought a guy home with her, and was again surprised by a strong feeling of jealous possession. I soon recognized the voice as Donna's, my mom's friend. Donna was a couple of years younger than Mom, freshly divorced herself, and had done a lot to bring out the partier in my mother. They worked in the same building, had known each other a few years, and they grew a lot closer after my mother's divorce. I suspected it was Donna who talked my mom into getting the divorce in the first place, so I've always liked her. The sex position movies that she was pretty hot for her age really helped too.
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Eventually Donna leaned back and Mom stopped moving her hand. Their conversation continued, and for the first time I actually began to listen. Donna was dismissing my mother's boss as a "tease", and I gradually figured from their conversation that he had shown up, danced with both of them, but left fairly early, and my mother wasn't too happy about it. It was a strange feeling, listening to my mother describe how horny she was -- a month ago I wouldn't have ever thought of my sex video free preview that way -- and complain about being tired of just getting herself off. Donna slid her hand over my mother's knee, and said, "Honey, you get this way EVERY time you drink," and they both laughed. Donna then got free download video sex poker look on her face, and said, "you should probably turn the music up a little -- don't want your baby boy to hear." As my mother got up, I froze in fear -- the stereo was right in front of me, about ten feet away. If my mother turned to her right, I'd be completely busted, in my boxers, sporting tremendous wood -- all in all, a bad position to be in.
As I crouched, heart hammering in my chest, my mother was standing in front of me, fiddling with the stereo, making the music a little louder. The rest of the living room was now cut off from my vision, so I was surprised when Donna stepped up behind my mother. As she turned from the stereo, Donna stepped forward, placed her left hand on Mom's hip, brought her right free unrated cartoon dbz characters having sex video clips up to the side of my mother's face, tilted her head down, and drew my mother into a deep kiss. I was thankful that the music was louder, since it helped cover the gasp that escaped my mouth. Of course, as intent as they were on each other, I'm not sure they would have noticed. After an initial moment of surprise, my mother was just as into the kiss as Donna; this wasn't the first time it's happened, I thought. Donna gently pushed my mother back against the wall between the stereo cabinet and her bedroom door, never breaking the kiss.
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Donna pulled back and began to gently turn my mother, guiding her to the open door. My mother was now directly facing me, and thankfully her eyes were still closed or I would have been clearly visible, stroking myself with an intense look of passion and longing on my face. The hem on my mother's skirt had become trapped in her waistband as Donna's hand pulled out from it, and once again I had a clear view of her nylon-encased pussy, this time with a small wet spot darkening the front. Soon she was walking, wobbling slightly in her spike heels, Donna right behind her, fingernails dragging across the back of Mom's thighs. Donna whispered that she wasn't done with her yet, and then it was going to be her turn. The door clicked shut behind them.
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