Just a Pose
The nearest thing I can recall along these lines is when a pose put me over the top for a woman.
One of my first MILF fantasies was a friend's mom. As a teen I would sometimes go over to my friend's house and watch TV in his lower level, and the rest of his family would sometimes be down there too. His mom was just a mom, certainly no standout. Dark short curly hair, an overbite, just a little extra flesh on her body, B cup breasts. It was a time of sexual awakening, and I probably would have had fantasies about his mom eventually. But the moment of awakening with her was when I got up to leave. She was wearing black "stretch" pants, in the venacular of the day, and a tight sweater, perhaps medium blue color. Sitting space was limited on the lower level, and she was reclining on the stairs near the bottom.
As I started climbing the stairs, I looked down at her. She was leaning back with her elbows resting on a step behind her, which caused her chest to be thrown out and her B cup tits straining against her sweater fabric. Her knees were up off the steps, and her legs were spread wide. Her slacks were form fitting around her open thighs, and her pussy mound was protruding from the tight fabric at her crotch. She was smiling up at me, and made no movement as I walked up the stairs next to her.
It was mostly the clear shape of an adult woman's pubic mound on view for me, but it was also the whole provacative pose of the smiling adult. From that moment on I stopped thinking of her as my friend's mom and thought of her as someone I wanted to fondle and see naked and have sex with. Over the next couple of years I had countless sex fantasies of my friend's mom, and most of them started with her posing for me on the steps just like she did that night.
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