"Right here?" she asked, with a mix of surprise and hopefulness."How about we let some anticipation build for once?" I asked with a chuckle. "Besides,...I'd rather not be kicked out of college, especially now that I'm over halfway through it." Look who's a prude now" she teased, but grabbed my hand. We walked hand in hand towards the fields. "Any girl who might get jealous of this?" she asked casually after a few hundred steps."College has....not been high school" I responded with a small smile.. I thought to myself I am really having a slut at my own house. Her lips were red and face pretty beautiful.I forgot for a moment that I am examining my own mother. I was crossing all boundaries of a mom-son relationship and I slowly put one of my hands around her my chest pressing against her huge tits and my lips pressing her lips. And my other hand holding my penis. She seemed to have had no knowledge of what was going own. Her eyes closed and breathe falling on my face. I slowly make her lay. This was the girl that opened my up to sex and that everyone since has to measure up to. After some time she moved out of the dorms and into an apartment. That’s where the fun really began. There were many memorable nights there, but in the flow of time they blur together in a collective experience that played out something like this…Sitting down at her dinner table she mixed a strong screwdriver, simple inexpensive and to the point. The perfect concoction for a college budget. We talked a. He also continued to take pictures. We started using a Kodak camera, which required sending the film out to be developed. Sometimes we would get the pictures back in the mail and a couple would be missing. We thought that maybe they were overexposed (no pun intended) or something until we discovered that the negatives were included in the return packet. Dave told me that he thought whoever developed the film must have kept a couple pics for themselves. The idea of this happening got him.