The fact that there was such great grass around only helped. Everyone of my age group was generally great in bed—the grass taught us to screw slowly...and in depth. Nothing was foreign to us, sixty-nining, you name it.I had the impression that my mother was sexually kind of naïve, and I knew that I could give her a great time in bed if only I had a chance. One day, as we settled into our deck chairs at the back of the house, I had a wild idea. "How about you try some of this?" I said. "I don’t. When we got back in the car, she said, "Why don't we head out to the 'Old Road'?" a favorite secluded spot on the outskirts of town.Relieved that I hadn't screwed everything up, I headed there, finding a spot to park. There were a few cars there, probably for the same reason as us. "The dance was fun, but I think you might enjoy this a little better," she said as she turned to me and kissed me. Not just a friendly peck on the cheek, but a full blown, open mouthed, full tongue, lengthy. I stress it again. Your grade isn’t that high. This missed day could really hurt you - you understand that? There has to be someone who can help you with the material you’ll miss. Then you ask if I can just do it. You want to come by in a free time or meet at a coffee shop, something where I can go over it privately with you. I reluctantly agree. Technically, I’m not supposed to tutor anyone away from class...a power struggle between the union and the college. I’d rather see my students who. I put the phone down while she was still ranting.I got back to pondering, did Amy really mean it about my cock being huge, or was she just being polite? I was being honest when I said I didn't watch porn, yes I read lads mags, and had seen enough boobs to know that Amy was smaller than what would seem to be average, but that didn't worry me, they were nice boobs, with very responsive nipples. Oh where was I, yes porn, I didn't watch it because I was a bit self-conscious about seeing men.