Jeff and I were horn dogs, typical teen aged boys. We used to be pretty radical as well. This was back in 1988 and they had just bought a brand new 4x... for the farm. We would sneak off with the truck and go up to the state line were there was a party store. I would order up our dinners and Jeff would head straight to the magazine rack and start stuffing his pants full of all the latest issues of Hustler, Penthouse, Playboy, and whatever else was on the shelf that had tits and ass on the cover.. On the third day, in the middle of the class, my pen fall down and I bend down to take it. Unknowingly, my shoulders touched his knee and he shakes his leg in such a way that it pressed my boobs. I felt like a shock passing thru me and did not speak out. After an hour while I was writing down the notes, he just touched my boobs on the dress and rubbed hard. I was shocked and stood up. He immediately stood up, hold me tight and kissed me on lips. I was breathless but tried to resist. But he knew. "If I remember correctly, the last time you said that all of you had received the same instructions from the 'Book of Dreams'. Is that correct?" he asked."Yes, that's correct," Sean answered."And you have all been studying from the same books. Is that correct also?" Yes, we have all used the same books, but in a different order," Sara answered. "Does that make a difference?" No, I wouldn't think so," Brian told her."Since those assumptions are correct, I will proceed by going down the line. It did smell a bit weird in my room but I guessed it must be some room freshener that mom had sprayed. She was always experimenting with fragrances. I fumbled a bit and found the switchboard. I clicked a couple of switches on.And then my jaw nearly dropped to the floor!What I saw made me a bit queasy at first but I quickly realized what I was actually seeing. My mom was lying buck naked on my queen size bed with her arms and legs spread wide open, her long flowing hair tied in a neat bun. What.