The Important Lessons of Life

I guided John to the middle one, and we sat down. Looking around the room I noticed that one of the girls shot me odd glances, but I couldn't tell if she knew I wasn't a student here, or if she was just curious. Fortunately, it seemed nobody here knew John, so my cover wouldn't be immediately blown. I grabbed my phone out of the purse to check the time. It was eight exactly.

On cue, the door opened, and what could only be Dr. Sorensen entered. She was much, much younger than I expected, maybe in her mid twenties, barely older than the kids at the other tables. She had long blond hair, tied in a braid, and wore a white lab coat over a loose fitting patterned dress.

"Good evening, everyone. My name is Dr. Inge Sorensen. I am glad you have decided to participate in this seminar. Over the next couple of hours, we will get to each other, and more importantly our bodies, a lot better. Let us start by taking attendance, shall we?" She spoke with a noticeable Scandinavian accent, but I couldn't identify it further than that. She then read out from a list of names, I couldn't quite remember them all. I made sure to raise my hand when she called Crystal's name, and that was that. Nobody stood up and declared me a fraud, asking why an old lady would try to pass off as a high school student. The table on the end remained empty, a certain Dave Something and Jennifer Something-else still hadn't shown up.

Over the next hour, Dr. Sorensen lectured us on our reproductive system, and I had to admit she knew what she was talking about. She had a presentation of slides that showed cross sections of what girls and boys looked like, explained why we got periods, and how babies were formed, and talked about some of the dangers of sexually transmitted diseases. When she procured a banana and condom out of her bag, and demonstrated how to properly roll it on, there were a few giggles around the room, but overall it went off without a hitch. She did a pretty thorough job explaining it all, much better than I could have. When she packed away her things I thought that would have been it, but she said something that took me off guard.

"Now that we have grasped the basics of sexual theory, the first half of our seminar is completed." First half? What else could there be? "We will now be moving on to the practical aspect of sexual education." What did that mean?

I looked at John, and he looked as puzzled as I felt.

"This may sound orthodox, but in my experience a theoretical education is not enough, and the best approach involves more than pictures and a banana. Ladies, is anyone not wearing a bra?"

That was a weird question, but no one raised their hand.

"Good, now I would like you to sit on the table, facing your boyfriend."

There was a lot of scrambling involved as we repositioned. I sat down on the table in front of John, who remained seated. My legs were both to his side, resting on the empty chair. From this angle, I could not see any of the others. Dr. Sorensen must have pressed a button somewhere, because all of a sudden the automatic blinds descended, shielding us from outside view.

"Good," she stated as the blinds came to a rest. "Now, ladies if you would please take off your shirts."

What? She couldn't really be serious, could she? I was about to turn around to ask, but all around me I heard clothes rustling. Seems everyone went along with the request. Besides, it's not like I was naked under there. She had even asked if we were all wearing bras. I started unbuttoning my blouse and noticed that the room was actually pretty warm, I never even put on the cardigan I brought. Unceremoniously, I pulled the blouse over my head, and tossed it on my chair. John was fidgeting in his chair, and awkwardly stared downwards, but I could tell he was occasionally stealing glances at my exposed cleavage. I sighed inwardly, and hoped this wouldn't be too awkward by tomorrow.

"Wonderful," Dr. Sorensen's voice was cheerful. "Now, boys, I want you stand up, and try to unclasp your girlfriend's bra."

What? I turned my head and asked her, "Is this really necessary?"

She approached our table, and replied, "Yes, certainly. I have held this seminar a number of times and this is always one of the most frequently asked question. It may not be strictly related to sex, but it is often part of the process."

I sighed. She made a good point, and besides this was just unclasping a bra, I'd still be able to hold onto it with my hands. Dr. Sorensen retreated again, and John stood up.

"You ok, Mo-Crystal?" he asked, almost slipping up.

I nodded, and he was standing in front of me.

"Uh, could you... uh, your legs are in the way," he stammered, and turned red as a strawberry.

"Oh, sorry. How's this?" I opened my legs and now had one on each side of him, resting my feet on the now empty chairs.

He didn't answer, but simply moved forward, and sort of hugged me. I crossed my arms and held on to my boobs, protecting him from accidentally bumping into them and to catch the bra, if he succeed. I could feel his hands fumble around with the clasp in the back. After about fifteen seconds he managed to open it, and I felt the pressure from the bra lift.

"Looks like we have a winner!" Dr. Sorensen exclaimed behind me. "But do not worry, this is not really a contest."

I couldn't help but feel somewhat proud, even though I didn't actually do anything. "Did you secretly practice that, John?"

"It wasn't really secret, I just did it a couple times with Crys."

"Oh." I wished I hadn't asked.

Soon everyone else finished, and Dr. Sorensen went on, "Okay, now if you would please take off your bras we will continue with the lesson."

I froze. I couldn't very well take my bra off in front of my son. John turned red again, looking off somewhere into the distance. I could hear Dr. Sorensen's footsteps approaching again, and she inquired softly, "Is something the matter?"

I couldn't very well tell her the truth now. If people found out John had taken off his own mother's bra the gossip would undoubtedly spread like wildfire. He'd be finished at this school. I'd probably be finished too, and we'd have to move to another city. That would cost money. A lot of money. "Is this really unnecessary?" My mind raced, coming up with hundreds of excuses.

"Oh yes, absolutely," she lectured. "It is one thing to learn anatomy from a piece of paper, but quite another to actually encounter it in real life. We want you to be prepared. Now, is there a reason you cannot do this, Crystal?"

There was, but not one I could tell her. If we left now it would be pretty embarrassing for the both of us, and I did pay a lot of money to get him to learn all this. Jesus, Monica, they're just tits. I lowered my hands and bra, revealing my firm breasts.

"Excellent, well done," Dr. Sorensen exclaimed, and shuffled off again.

John was openly staring now, wide eyed and slack jawed.

"Haven't you seen all this before?" I snapped at him, irate. I was trying to make this as easy on the both of us as I could, he didn't have to stare like that.

"Yeah, but... they weren't as big as yours."

I rolled my eyes at him, and he had the good grace to look embarrassed. Dr. Sorensen made the rounds to hand us all a piece of paper, printed on which was one of the diagrams from the earlier lecture. It showed an outline of a woman's breasts, with empty labels pointing at the nipple and areolas.

"Boys, please try to remember what we talked about in our lecture earlier. I want you to try and identify the labels from the diagram. Ladies, please assist."

John picked up the paper, but hesitated.

"Come on, John, let's get this over with, then we can go home."

He raised his hand, and his extended finger was very close to my skin. "That is uh, the uh, areola. I think?" His hand was trembling.

"Yup! Next?" At that moment his finger brushed my nipple, and I shuddered a little, feeling goosebumps rising on my skin. My nipples hardened visibly.

"Oh shit, sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yea, it's just a sensitive area for us. Go on." I felt really guilty, that shouldn't have felt so good.

"That," he said confidently, "is the nipple."

"Yeah, two points to Sherlock." Maybe some humor would lighten the mood.

Nobody else seemed to have any problems with this exercise either, and Dr. Sorensen continued. "Excellent, good job." Finally it was over, and we could all go home. "Now, ladies, if you would please remove the rest." I groaned. Honestly, I should have seen this coming. I could feel Dr. Sorensen's stare on the back of my head, and knew what she'd say if I protested. Besides, he was only going to get a look at it, it wasn't the end of the world. Better he learned this properly here and now, than by getting someone like Crystal pregnant.

"Let's not make this too awkward, ok?" I told John, standing up. He was just sitting there, bright red in the face. With one fluid motion, I pulled down my pants and panties, and stepped out of them. If you had told me an hour ago that I'd be standing completely nude in front of my own son, and a bunch of strangers, I would have said you were insane.

I looked around, and the three other girls were all standing there completely naked, their boyfriends obviously enjoying the sight. Dr. Sorensen made her rounds again, dropping off another sheet, and also a small pillow. The paper this time held a diagram of a woman's vagina, labels pointing at various parts. "Ladies, if you would please lie down on the table. I have provided a pillow for your head. Position yourself at the edge of the table and place your feet on your boyfriend's shoulder."

I complied. The cold table warmed up quickly to my body. I scooted all the way to the edge of the table, and put my feet up on John's shoulders. He moved his chair forward, and I felt my legs spread wide open. I felt really vulnerable in this position, I couldn't believe I had talked myself into doing this. I've never had anyone who wasn't an OBGYN see me in this position, let alone my own son. Despite it all, I could feel air moving over my sensitive parts, and a familiar dampness below. Oh no, not now. What's wrong with you?

John spoke quietly, "Wow, you're so... smooth." I hadn't even considered this. I get myself waxed regularly. It hurt, but I liked the way it felt afterwards. I had just gotten one done earlier that week, just before my fateful girl's night out.

In this position I could barely see his face, framed by my own breasts. He was clearly transfixed at the sight of my bald pussy. I sighed again. I didn't know how I would ever live this down.

"Now that everyone is in position, boys, please repeat the exercise, and identify all the parts." She made it sound so clinical.

John picked up the piece of paper, and studied it for a moment, then quietly asked, "This is the... labia... majora?"

"I can't see where you're pointing from here, can I?" I expected him to start describing what he was pointing at, but instead felt him press on my outer lip. Oh god, this was not happening. A ripple of pleasure emanated through my body, and I could sense a familiar ache forming.

"Yes, that's it." He dragged his finger inward, slowly but surely. I couldn't believe how stimulating just a simple touch like that could be, my body started to tingle all over.

"And this is the minora." He was now using two fingers and a thumb to gently massage my lip between his fingers.

"Yes yes yes yes..." I closed my eyes and my breath quickened. Surely he must have noticed by now how wet I'd gotten. I tried hard to remain calm, and not betray my inner turmoil, willing my sensations to go away.

I felt two fingers enter me, easily slipping in. Oh god, it felt so good. At that moment I didn't care who was doing it, I just wanted it to continue. "And this must be the vagina."

"Oh god, yes," was all I could bring out. He started moving his finger out, and back in, picking up pace. I couldn't help but moan every time he plunged his fingers deep inside me, and twist in pleasure, playing with my own nipples to heighten the sensation.

I could feel the onset of a powerful orgasm rushing up on me, when all of a sudden his other hand started rubbing my clit. "And that," he whispered, "is the clitoris." Oh fuck that was too much!

"Oh god, oh god, yes yes yes YES!" My body was on fire, waves of ecstasy rolling over me, muscles clenching. Every light touch was amplified a thousandfold, shooting through my skin like electricity. I was lost in pleasure, shipwrecked in an ocean of euphoria.

When I came to my senses again, I was still lying on the table, breathing shallowly, skin covered in a sheen of sweat. I opened my eyes, and looked around, hoping nobody had noticed my mind shattering orgasm at the hands of my son. It was futile, of course. Everyone was staring me, including Dr. Sorensen, several with mouths agape.

Dr. Sorensen was the first to speak, "Ladies, what happened with Crystal is your body's natural response to stimulation." No shit. "Although perhaps not quite so intense."

I started laughing softly, breathlessly, and the tension in the room broke. I sat up and without thinking what I was doing, I grabbed John's head, and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. He was slow to react at first, and inexperienced, but he quickly learned to react to my tongue, playfully intertwining each other.

"Thank you, baby," I whispered into his ear as I pulled away, "Mommy hasn't felt like that in a very long time."

"That was fucking hot," was apparently the best the best he could come up with. That was fine by me, he'd already given me plenty.

"It would appear that everyone has concluded their exercise," came Dr. Sorensen's proclamation. "It is now time to switch positions for our next exercise."

I hopped off the table and sat down in the vacant chair. John stood before me, leaning against the table, and I couldn't help but notice the sizeable bulge protruding. Well, that was only natural of course.

"Boys, please remove your clothing."

Somewhere over the last few minutes I had lost most of my apprehensions about the situation, and was now very curious to get a glimpse of what awaited me. John started by pulling his shirt over his head, but I was too impatient to wait, and undid his pants. I pulled them down, memories of what I saw in the bedroom flooding my mind. He was already hard, and his cock sprang free of his pants. My god, it was so big. I put one hand on my prize, and gave it a tug, barely being able to fit my hand around it, while fully pulling off his pants with the other.

Dr. Sorensen came around again, this time handing out a diagram of a penis. When she looked down at John I could see her eyes go wide, and mutter under her breath, "Lucky girl." I barely glanced at the paper, I had plenty of experience on that subject. From this position, I could see the other pairs, now completely naked. To my right the girl was already giving her boyfriend a hearty blowjob, apparently not bothering with the lesson anymore.

I had the urge to do the same, but held myself back. This was all about educating John, I lied to myself. Still holding his hard cock in one hand, I moved in, and nipped at his balls. "This is your testicle." I licked the other one. "This is your other testicle." I ran my tongue up the entire length of his pole, stopping just shy of his head. "That is your shaft." And placed a kiss squarely on top, licking away the salty precum that had formed at the top. He was breathing hard now. "That is your head."

"And this is a thank you." I wrapped my mouth around him, this time showing no restraint. I couldn't fit all of him inside, but I did the best I could, all the while stroking his shaft with one hand. I used my tongue to play with his head on the way up, picking up the pace of my stroking on the way down.

It didn't take long before he panted, "Oh god, I'm gonna come." I could feel him tense up, and in one final effort pushed down as far as I could. He grunted, and his dick spasmed, shooting his load deep into the back of my throat. I eagerly swallowed his offering, as more and more globs of cum filled me. When he was done, I sucked every last morsel out of him, relishing the taste, and not wanting to spill a single drop. John's face was the picture of happiness.

I heard clapping, at first it was only person, but soon everyone joined in. I looked around and everyone's rapt attention was focused on me, they clearly had enjoyed the performance, and I secretly hoped I had put on one hell of a show. I felt like a rockstar, not caring that I was completely nude in front of a bunch of strangers. My son's cock was my instrument, and his seed my alcohol.

"Very well done," said Dr. Sorensen, and I beamed. "However, let us return to our lesson." Once again she made her rounds, handing each of us two condoms. "We will now practice the application of condoms. First the boys, then the girls."

"How are you going to put that on without being hard?"

"I just have to rest a little bit, don't worry." True to his word I could already start to see him growing again. God bless the stamina of horny eighteen year olds.

However, when it came to the task at hand, he was having problems. He put the condom on his head, like Dr. Sorensen had demonstrated with the banana earlier, but it was far too tight to roll it down. No wonder, with how big he was.

"Um, Dr. Sorensen?"

"Yes, Crystal?"

"Is there any chance you have bigger condoms? These are too small," I said with a massive grin on my face.

"Of course, here," she replied, handing me a packet. "I only have one though, so I think it would be best if he were to practice, you seem to know what you are doing already."

This time it worked like a charm, the silicon covered his erection snugly. It's a shame to muzzle that beast, but safety is the highest priority after all.

"You're certainly very interested in that thing," John said. It was true. It was the most magnificent penis I have ever seen, and I didn't care that it was attached to him.

"It is quite mesmerizing, dear." I wanted to rip off the condom and start sucking on it again, but Dr. Sorensen had other plans.

"Alright, for the last time today let us switch positions. Please leave the condoms on, boys." Wondering what she had in mind, we quickly switched. "This is perhaps the most important lesson today. First you should get acquainted with the way it feels to wear a condom while inside a vagina."

This was it. This was the last barrier that still remained between a loving mother and son. I felt a resurgence of my earlier apprehensions, this was more than just a finger or a mouth, this time he would actually be fucking me. That was wrong. But it was for his education. And anyway, he was wearing a condom, so nothing dangerous could happen. Our skin wouldn't even be touching.

With this rationalization, I laid back down on the table, head resting on the pillow. I felt his tip at my slit, slowly parting my lips. Oh god, that felt so good!

"Be gentle, dear, I don't know if i can fit you inside me, and remember, it's just for education purposes." As if I couldn't still taste his cum in the back of my throat.

"I'll be careful, Mom, uh, I mean Crystal." I looked around frantically, but everyone was far too focused on their own machinations. Dr. Sorensen was in the process of helping out one of the couples whose condom had apparently torn. Whew.

My worries were quickly pushed aside as John slowly worked his cock into me. He was going agonizingly slow, and I could feel every fraction of an inch sliding into me, stretching me. Filling me. I was overcome with the sensation, moaning as he went deeper and deeper. I felt like a part of my body that's been missing all my life was being slowly being returned, completing me. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I could feel another orgasm building up.