Sex-ed

You and Mary try to enjoy the movie, but you can't get your mind off of what her mom said and did. She jerked you off for crying out loud. And now you have a boner, and there is nothing you con do about it. You can kind of understand where her mom was coming from. She only wanted the best for her daughter. Still, this was a bit ****. Sex-ed is one thing but this was something out of your horniest wet dreams.

"What wrong, John?" Mary pulls you out of thought.

"Huh, oh just thinking some about your folks," you explain. "They're not quite what I expected."

She nods. "Well, they are a bit unique, but that's just who they are."

You wonder if she knows anything about her mom's little plan. You need to ask, without giving too much away. "Marry, I know you want to wait before we have sex, and I know it has something to do with your parents, but are you wanting to wait for marriage, or something else?"

"Mom always said that if it's the right boy, it will be the right time," she tells you. "But if it's the wrong boy, every time will be the wrong time."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"She said when she lost her virginity, it was a horrific experience. She almost decided to give up on men in favor of a good vibrator. But she says she then met my dad. Ever since they hump like bunnies. It's a little embarrassing; I can even hear them in my room. But I know they're happy, and that's what I want."

Well, at lest there will be no chance of falling asleep in this class.

After school the next day, you went straight to Mary's house. You do want to learn how to please a woman, so this could be a good thing. However, you're not sure if you want to practice on your girlfriend's mom. What if the dad/husband came after you with a gun or something? What if your girlfriend comes after you with a gun for that mater?

You swallow hard and push the doorbell. To your surprise, Mary's father answers the door. "Ah, John!" He beckons you in. "We've been expecting you. You're here for that tutoring session, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, Marie will tell you what's where, and how to use what."

You're not sure if he knows what you're being taught, or if this is something like a bad sit-com; he has been told something, and gives responses to lead you to believe he knows the truth, but in reality he knows nothing. You figure to press him to find out for sure. "Mrs. Shelly did tell you what subject she's tutoring, right?"

He leans in close and whispers in your ear. "I know, and it's ok. You need to know how to treat a woman if you're going to be try to with Mary." You still aren't 100% sure. "Just don't cum on the good sheets." Ok, now you're 100% sure.

"John," Marie coos from down the hall. "I'm all set up in the bed room. Come on in so we can get started."

Mary's father gives you a pat on the back and urges you on. "Have fun!"

You enter the bed room to find Mary's mom, Marie, in stiletto heals, a pleated skirt that goes to her ankles, a white ruffled blouse with a collar that buttons all the way up her neck. Her hair, that had been long and flowing last night, is now up in a tight bun. You give a sigh of relief. Then you notice the inflated love-doll on the bed.

"This will be your practice model," she explains. "After you have practiced, I will have to personally test each skill you learn." Ok, this just got weird. "Shall we start with our first lesson?"