With that, his hands quickly went to each side of her hips, his fingers hooking inside her panties and he dragged them down to her ankles. Stepping ba...kwards a couple of paces he spoke again, ordering her to step out of the panties, but to keep her shoes on. After she complied and stood there shaking “Put your hands behind your head and let me look at you. I want to see you turn slowly all the way around, so I can view all of you.” Compliantly, Carolyn did as she was told, rotating all the way. By this time, my bra had fallen off, and my breasts were swinging, but that hardly mattered–I had a mouthful of cock. Larry’s rocking became more of a thrusting, and I was gagging on his cock–it really was huge, and it even felt like it was getting bigger. Anyway, after a while he pulled out of me, and told me to stand up, which I did. Then he turned me around and bent me over the desk. He pulled up my skirt and–literally–ripped off my knickers. They fell like a useless rag to the floor. There. No I had to put everything right in front of him, I had to make sure that he wouldn’t feel ashamed or bothered by something as natural as masturbation.”Now I ask anyone, what do you think a young teenage boy would do to find his mother walking stark naked into his room right after he had been masturbating in her doorway? I would imagine Greg would “flip-out” and yell for me to get the hell out of his room! But then most boys don’t have a mother like Eva, with a simple look she can have men on. I catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom vanity and smile at how hard my nipples are. I run my hands over my smooth skin, stopping just to lightly pinch the nipples, watching them get even harder under my touch.A small moan escapes my lips and my eyes close, oblivious even to the sound of the running water. The bathroom fills with the smells of the wild cherry bubble bath and I am reminded of the filling tub, which is now close to spilling over. I snap back to reality and turn the faucets.