Remove her shorts.

With you're hand still under them, you give a few quick, sharp tugs to her undies, only managing to lower them slightly, giving you a look at the top half of her well-formed rear-end.

After that, they are pretty much stuck. Those things are not coming off unless she did it herself or you took scissors to them; they are far too tight. You figured that's why she wore them, to stop creeps coming in and taking them off her, making it hard for you to do the same.

Before you give up, though, Natasha turns over onto her back, stretching herself out over the bed. Most noticeable, of the new position, are the two small mounds on her chest, tipped with small erect nipples, poking through her shirt and, even more noticeably, her smooth, hairless pubic mound peaking over the top of her boy-shorts, since you pulled them down.

You remember the energy only came whenever you fondled your mother's breasts and whenever you gave some kind of mental push and so you think you might go for her breasts, first. However, her, mostly exposed, nether regions keep grabbing your attention.