“Remember Miss Evans?” I asked her, and she nodded and looked at me before glancing at the door to see if the witch was coming in, “compared to ...what I am about to do you’ll wish it was her.” Her eyes flashed wide before she averted her gaze once more finding the carpet a fascinating sight. I turned my attention back to Rose.“Rose, look at me,” I ordered her, and her eyes flicked up and stared at me with a frightened look on her face, “what you did is a little more forgivable as you have yet to. Trust me, I'm a journalist.The three of us, satiated with booze, food and sex, slept until it was dark. I woke up to hear Ruth and Sue talking. Sue was inviting us to dinner with her maiden aunt, a longstanding arrangement that she wouldn't like to break. Her aunt was fun, Sue said, and more would be merrier.It sounded good to me. I yawned, stretched and happily allowed Ruth to fondle my balls as we watched Sue dress. "I'd like to stay but I must get showered and changed. Save some for me,. He was trapped behind that desk.And I was loving it.**So he sat there, frozen, as I placed my wet thong panties right on his desk. He watched as if pretending none of it was going on. I leaned over on my elbows on his desk, pressing my breasts together in my low cut blouse, ensuring he had a great view down my top. But his eyes stayed on me.I picked up the thong and held it up with my pinky, twirling it around a little. "Well, I've thought about it too, Professor. I've thought about you on that. He waited for her reply.‘What do you mean any other woman.Which main woman are you talking about. May I know’ she disengaged her hand from her shoulder and moved away from him. Her virtuous self had taken over her again and she cursed herself for what she was doing. It is ok to be fashionable but such sexual proximity with her son. After all, she was his mother. Thinking this, she quickly adjusted her belt and closed her V of her gown . She was standing four feet away from her son now.‘Mother,.