I got out of the shower and slide on a pair of g-string panties, black satin. I grabbed a matching bra and a tank top and my jean skirt. I knew I had ...to have no panties on when Brent saw me, the g-string would be easy enough to slide off in the car and back on as I left. I grabbed my uniform for work and shoved it in my bag. I had to leave soon so I could be at Brents before he got there. I headed for the door and heard Have fun from my moms room. WHATEVER! I shouted back. I would regret that. She kept me exposed for longer than I felt comfortable. She had a firm grip on my penis with one hand, while the other tried to hike up her own dress.With no other people around, so I placed my hands on her hips, feeling her up. I asked her to relax as I raised her dress to expose her panties. I prevented her from removing them: I wanted to do that myself. I then changed my mind and moved the crotch to one side.I gently pushed my finger into her vagina, and I got a positive response from her.. She paused again – pinching again – harder – just to feel herself in the here and now of a brand new morning.This morning, she was a luxury only she could afford.Her hand started to move further down but then stopped and changed direction, sliding back up to slip over the other breast. She closed her eyes and languished in the feel of her own flesh. Breasts were beautiful. Her breasts were beautiful. Her hand slipped up and over one and then up and over the other. Hardening nipples softly. Encouraged by the seeming apathy, I retrieved another discarded uniform and cut down the leg seams until only a few threads kept them together, repeating with the shirt. I walked about a mile down the road- the farthest I had been so far- behind a dumpster and stripped down. With a final deep breath, I ripped the shirt and pants along the prepared seams, leaving me nothing to wear without comment. Then I pissed on the remnants and threw them into the dumpster, so even using them to cover myself.