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 What Mom and Dad Don't Know
   An Erotic Novel by Peter Teamo
   This is a work of fiction.  Names, places, characters and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations,
events or locales is entirely coincidental.
   What Mom and Dad Don't Know (C) 2005 by Peter Teamo
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   Chapter 6
   Jannette Slocum was not normally a Monday person.  She had seen enough
Mondays in her life to know that the first day of the week was not the
start of a new set of adventures.  It was just a bookmark indicating the
start of another boring chapter in the dreary book of life.  But not today.
This Monday she felt fresh and rejuvenated, full of vim and vigor and
feeling ten years younger.
   The weekend had been wonderful.  A dream come true.  It was hard to
believe, but it was the first time she and Sherman had been away from the
children overnight since the birth of Molly.  And, goodness, you would have
thought that by now all the romance had died in their lives.  But how
easily the fire had been rekindled.  Sherman had been wonderful--awesome,
as the kids would say--and attentive and virile enough to add to, as well
as restore, all those memories she had from the past.  The thought brought
a blush to her cheeks.  It was a good thing the kids were in school, or
they might have been embarrassing their mother with questions.
   She plumped up the cushions on the couch and looked around the living
room.  The kids had done a remarkable job of keeping the house straight;
all her fears of them tearing up the place and getting into God knows what
kind of trouble had been unfounded.  She had to get over thinking of them
as children.  They were young adults, now, and ready to take on more
responsibility.  Of course, there would be mistakes.  But making mistakes
was part of growing up, wasn't it?  The kids had to learn to cope on their
own, Mom and dad wouldn't always be around to pave over the rough spots.
   Yes, there would be mistakes.  Rory still made stupid ones, and Molly
had a tendency to think of herself as being infallible.  Jannette sighed,
and sank down onto the couch.  It didn't seem all that long ago that she
was their age--and Lord, she certainly made her share of mistakes!  She had
been impetuous--not nearly as level-headed as her daughter--and she'd had a
wild streak at that age.  Boy-crazy...they had even called her a cock
tease. She reddened at the thought, and laughed.  Yes, she had teased more
than a few, but she had remained a virgin--at least from the waist
down--during her high school years.  If Sherman had not seen something
special in her and tamed her during their senior year, there's no telling
how her life would have turned out.  It would have been different, that was
for sure.
   As she started to push herself up from the sofa, her hand encountered
something that had slipped down between the cushions.  A magazine.  She
frowned.  A nudist magazine...  It must be something of Rory's.  She
thumbed through the magazine and caught her breath.  Good Lord!  She
couldn't believe people would display themselves so blatantly...so many
cocks...goodness, such diversity.  She would never have imagined.
   She settled back again on the couch and examined the magazine more
carefully, page by page.  The scenery looked so idyllic, nature preserves
and nicely landscaped parks--reminding her of the campground where she and
Sherman had spent the weekend.  Everyone looked so happy and carefree.  She
kept returning to one particular picture--a happy family: a mother, father,
daughter and son...and a dog.  Add a few years to the children's ages and
it could be their own family...minus the dog, of course.  She sighed again
and flipped the magazine shut.  It had been a surprise to find the
magazine. But it was only natural, wasn't it, for her growing son to be
curious?
   Her biggest shock of the day didn't come until two hours later, when she
sat down at the computer to upload the pictures they had taken that weekend
from the digital camera to the computer.  A new folder of pictures had been
added.  Curious, she clicked on the folder.  She was instantly treated to
two dozen views of her darling children posing together, as naked as the
day they were born, along with Molly's friend, Anne, who, she noticed, was
maturing quite nicely.  As was her own daughter.  And her son, Rory,
too...she stared at the picture for a moment, then closed the file.  There
are some things a mother really shouldn't be looking at...
   ***
   Rory had no problem getting out of his last period study hall.  Mr. 
Culver, the woodshop teacher, was a master craftsman and did not enjoy his
time away from his table saws and lathes to "baby-sit recalcitrants," as he
put it.  He put out a sign-in sheet at the beginning of the period,
positioned himself behind a newspaper, and didn't reappear for the rest of
the hour unless an altercation arose that threatened bodily harm or
property damage--which seldom occurred oftener than once a week.  Most
students signed in and then quietly disappeared.  Ten minutes into the
class the few students left would be the serious studiers.  Anyone
observing the classroom in passing would think it a well-managed class. 
Which may have been Mr.  Culver's strategy all along.
   Rory usually headed to the library to read Sports Illustrated or Motor
Trend magazine, but today he had a different mission.  His footsteps took
him into a quiet classroom, empty except for a teacher grading papers. 
Shelley Elder was an attractive woman, in her early thirties.  It was in
her classes that students were introduced to the mysteries of reproduction
and indoctrinated into the proper conduct of sexual relations.  It should
be no surprise that many a teenage boy had a fleeting crush on the "sexy"
teacher and bed sheets were soiled every night with sperm spilt with her as
an object.
   Rory had played out his crush by working extra hard in her class to gain
her attention.  He had succeeded, and his Sex Ed A's were the only ones on
his report card, other than for P.E.  At the sound of his approach, Shelley
looked up from the stack of papers she was grading and her eyes lit up at
the sight of Rory.  "Hi, stranger," she greeted him.
   "Hi, Miss Elder."
   "It's not often my old students come back to see me.  How have you
been?"
   "Oh, great, yeah, really great.  If it wasn't for math, I'd have a B
minus average."
   'Why, that is great, Rory.  I'm proud of you." She paused, but when he
didn't immediately respond, she asked, "So, what's on your mind?"
   "Well," said Rory, avoiding the teacher's eyes, "do you remember you
told us in class that we could always come to you if we have questions?"
   "Yes..."
   "Ah, does that still apply, even when we're not in your class anymore?'
   "Certainly, Rory.  Do we need to close the door?"
   "Maybe that would be a good idea." He got up and went back to close the
classroom door.
   "So, are we going to be talking about a sexual experience?" she prompted
when he returned.
   "Sort of, I guess." Then he looked up at her and blurted out, "I just
got started this weekend."
   "Well, now.  That is...news.  I suppose congratulations are in order."
   "Thanks." He grinned.
   "Anybody I know?"
   "Yeah, but I'd rather not say who.  You know what I mean."
   "Why, that's mighty noble of you, Rory.  But now you've got my curiosity
up.  Can you give me a hint?"
   "You'd never guess in a million years.  My new girlfriend is a couple of
years ahead of me, one of my sister's friends.  But she's not the one.  It
was someone else.  Sort of a practice run."
   "A practice run?"
   "Yeah.  My girlfriend is a virgin, and she wants a guy with experience.
So I got some."
   "I see.  Rory, you do...amaze me."
   "Anyway, what I wanted to know was, is it true that blow jobs are okay?"
   The teacher just stared at him with a puzzled expression.
   "I mean, I just wanted to make sure that it's true about oral sex being
safe sex.
   "Rory, I never said that oral sex was safe sex."
   "No.  You always said that the only safe sex was no sex.  But we all
knew that's what you had to say."
   "Rory, it's not as simple as that.  Oral sex is saf-er sex, but there
are no guarantees.  There are just too many variables."
   "Oh."
   "Hey!  Don't look so glum, sport.  Just between you and me, I'd say if
you stick with a monogamous relationship--"
   "Monogamous?"
   "One girlfriend, no fooling around for 'practice,' and always use a
condom, your odds are pretty good.  But now, don't ever tell anyone I told
you that."
   "Sure, Miss Elder.  My lips are sealed." He paused in thought for a
moment, then continued hesitantly, "What if a person wanted to fool around
a little with someone they couldn't fuck--a close relative, for example. 
Would oral sex be okay in that case?"
   "Close relative?  You wouldn't be talking about a sister, would you?"
   "My sister?  Oh my God, Miss Elder, you don't think that I would--"
   "I should hope not, Rory," she said, eying him sternly.  "I'd be very
disappointed in you."
   "But oral sex isn't really sex, is it, Miss Elder?  I mean, even the
President of the United States--"
   "Former President, Rory.  Remember that."
   "Yeah, I guess you're right.  But how's a guy supposed to learn the
ropes, if you know what I mean."
   "You and your girlfriend learn together, Rory.  That's the beauty of
it."
   Rory looked seriously perplexed.  "But you don't understand, Miss Elder.
She expects me to already know these things."
   "Surely she must see something in your, Rory."
   "Yeah.  She saw me naked."
   "Naked?"
   "Yep.  And I guess I must be, well, ah, you know...well-hung."
   The teacher's eyes widened.  "That is, ah, interesting to know."
   He grinned at her.  "Surprised?  You wouldn't guess it by looking, would
you?"
   "Not really.  Boys-young men-do develop at different rates.  You're just
apparently ahead of the curve." She winked at him.  "I guess I'm going to
have to consider you a man, now."
   He blushed.  "Naw, Miss Elder, I'm still the same old me." He thought a
minute, then his expression changed.  "But maybe not.  I think I've changed
this weekend.  Maybe even found a purpose if life.  You know what Miss
Elder?  I think I really like women."
   She laughed.  "Of course you do.  You've just discovered sex.  You've
grown up."
   "No, I'm not just talking about fucking.  I mean women in general. 
Girls think differently than guys, you know that?  They're weird, but I
find it interesting.  And naked, they're even more interesting--
   The teacher was unable to restrain her laughter.
   "I'm serious.  I love the way they look, the female body with its curves
and stuff.  Take tits, for example.  I've seen three pair, now.  All
different, all interesting.  I'd love to see everybody's tits.  And
pussies, too.  Like my friend, Freddy, I always thought they were just a
hairy gash.  But not anymore!  With all those folds and membranes and holes
and stuff, they're as pretty as a seashell-or a rose.  Each one different;
each one interesting." He paused for a breath, then asked, "Do you think
I'd make a good gynecologist?"
   "Oh, Rory!" She laughed.  "You don't really want to see that beauty all
dirty and smelly...oozing blood and puss, do you?  A gynecologist is a
doctor, you know, working with disease."
   "Yeah?" He turned up his nose.  "Maybe you're right..."
   "Do you have any artistic talent?"
   "None not that I know of.  Why--" His eyes lit up.  "Hey, artist's work
with nude models all the time, don't they?"
   "If you are truly interested in the lines and curves of the human body,
it might be worth looking into."
   "That's a great idea, Miss Elder!  Maybe I could become a
photographer-do pictures for Playboy.  Do you have any other tips?"
   "Tips?"
   "Like how to really get my girl turned on?"
   "Rory!" she rasped.  "I couldn't teach you things like that.  You could,
ah, ask your parents-"
   Rory's eyes widened in alarm.  "I couldn't do something like that!"
   "I suppose you're right." She sighed and shook her head.  "I have a
video that shows the techniques-foreplay, entry...all the basics, presented
in a tasteful manner while emphasizing all the precautions.  The perfect
teaching tool, but, of course, they won't let me use it in class."
   "You have a videotape?" the boy said excitedly.
   "Yes, at home.  It's not a porn tape, Rory."
   "Could I borrow it?"
   "Oh, my goodness!  I couldn't do that.  I'd lose my job."
   "I wouldn't tell anybody."
   "I'm sorry.  I just couldn't take the chance."
   "Humph!" he snorted.  "What good is it to have a tape if nobody can see
it?"
   "You're arguing with the wrong person," she told him.  "I'd love for all
my students to see it.  There's so much misinformation going around."
   His eyes lit up.  "So, you'd really like me to see it?"
   "I'd love for you to see it."
   "How about if I come by your place?"
   "My place?  Rory, we couldn't do something like that.  If the word ever
got out-"
   "It won't, Miss Elder." He drew an "X" across his lips with his finger.
"I won't tell anybody.  I promise," he continued wheedling.  Then, he
noticed the anguish in her eyes.  The indecision.  And he realized that she
was simply a woman...no different than his new girlfriend, Ann.  The same
weaknesses...insecurities.  And he was a man-
   He squared his shoulders.  "What time?" he asked.
   "I can't-"
   "How about six o'clock?"
   * * *
   Rory had a half-hour left before the period ended and he could leave the
school grounds, so he went to the library.  But today, inspired by his talk
with Miss Elder, he ignored his usual sports and auto magazines and
explored a new section of the library.
   He selected several books and found a isolated table where he could look
through them.  Soon entranced by what he had found, he failed to notice a
girl stop across the table from him.  "Great, isn't it?" she said,
interrupting his attention.
   "Huh?" he looked up at her.  Tall, skinny, and blonde, she had
spple-sized tits that stood right out from her chest.  Small, but awesome.
"Birth of Venus.  I love Botticelli, don't you?"
   He looked down at the picture he had been staring at, a painting
depicting a long-haired nude woman standing on a clam shell surrounded by
angels.  She had it right, the picture was labeled Birth of Venus by Sandro
Botticelli.  "Yeah," he said.  "He's neat."
   "You know the story?"
   "The story?  No."
   "Some god cut off his father's dick and threw it into the sea.  The
blood and semen turned to foam, and Aphrodite rose out of it.  She's the
Greek goddess of love.  The Romans called her Venus."
   "Some story," remarked Rory, looking at the picture with renewed
interest.
   "There's another picture of Venus on the next page."
   Sure enough, there was.  This one depicted a voluptuous, naked
woman-goddess stretched out on her side, lying atop the waves and
surrounded, again, by angels.  She was plump, with big hips.  Interesting.
   "That's by Cabanel.  He was a French painter, early 1800's, academic
style.  I'm an art student.  How about you?'
   "Ah, photography."
   "Same thing.  You do nudes?"
   He shrugged.  "Sometimes."
   "So do I." She grinned.  "Want to see something really wicked?"
   His eyes lit with interest.  "Yeah."
   She disappeared into the stacks for a minute, then returned with another
book.  Manet," she announced, flipping it open and setting it in front of
him.  "Luncheon on the Grass."
   Rory's eyes widened as he stared at the picture.  He had never realized
that the school library contained such things.  The woodland scene depicted
a completely naked woman sitting on the grass, having a picnic with two
fully dressed young men.
   "It created quite a scandal in its time," the girl remarked.  "I think
it's neat-the juxtaposition of the naked figure with the fully clothed
ones. It works artistically, but its highly erotic, too."
   "Yeah," he agreed.
   She shivered and said, "Can't you just imagine how she must have felt?"
   As a matter of fact, he could very well imagine that.  "She's probably a
naturist," he said.
   "A naturist?"
   "A nudist."
   She grinned.  "Maybe.  Do you do nudes?"
   Rory cleared his throat.  "Ah, sometimes."
   "So do I.  Would you like to pose for me?"
   "N-naked?"
   "I've got my own studio.  My parents tore up the attic and made it for
me.  I'm going to miss it next year.  I've got a scholarship at the
American Academy of Art in Chicago.  Are you graduating this year?
   "Naw." Rory shook his head.  "I had a problem with math."
   "That's a bummer.  So, how about it?  I can do you; you can do me."
   "Huh?"
   She flushed.  "Oops!  That didn't come out right, did it?  I mean, I can
draw you, and you can take pictures of me."
   Rory smiled.  "That works."
   "Great!  How about Thursday?  We can meet here after school and I can
take you to my place.  My folks work late, so we'll have the place all to
ourselves."
   He thought quickly.  No, next Thursday was the big day.  This Thursday
was free.  "That sounds great to me."
   "What's your name?"
   "I'm Rory."
   "Rory?  Ann's boyfriend?"
   "Y-you've heard about me?"
   The girl rolled her eyes.  "Who hasn't.  She's been talking about you
all day long." Her smiled returned.  "I'm Aurora, but my friends call me
Dawn." She turned to go.  "Se ya."
   "I'll be looking forward to it," Rory returned with a wide smile
   * * *
   It was not normal for Molly to greet Rory at the door when he returned
home from school.
   "You're late," she said.
   "I stopped in the park.  I had some thinking to do."
   "Since when did you start thinking?"
   "I've got a lot going on, Sis.  What's up?"
   "We're in serious trouble," she whispered.  "Mom wants a family meeting
after supper."
   "Oh, God.  Why?"
   "One guess."
   "This weekend?"
   "What else could it be?"
   Rory groaned.  "Shit.  I don't have time for this.  I've got things to
do."
   "Well, you'd better do them quick, because we'll probably be grounded
after dinner.  Both of us.  Forever."
   "Shit!"
   "Rory?" It was his mother.  "Where have you been?  We're waiting for
you. Dinner's on the table.  Go get cleaned up." The admonition was not
delivered in her usual, loving way.
   He thought quickly while he washed his hands, and by the time he sat
down at the table, he had a plan.  Of sorts.
   "I have to eat and run," he said, avoiding his mother's eyes.
   "We have something important to discuss after dinner," his mother said
firmly.
   "Can it wait, Mom?  I've got to get a book back to Miss Elder.  She
needs it tomorrow.  For her classes.  Otherwise, she won't be able to teach
her students-"
   "What sort of book?"
   "One I borrowed it last semester to do a report.  You know, in Sex Ed."
   "What kind of report?" she asked suspiciously.
   The boy began to sweat.  He hadn't expected to get the third degree. 
"It was about, ah, gonorrhea,"
   "Gonorrhea?  Good heavens!"
   "It's an STD-s sexually transmitted disease," he went on quickly. 
"Millions of teenagers get it every year.  It's a wonder we're not all
dead! It was discovered some place in the South Pacific.  Sailors used to
get it.  Not enough sunlight-"
   "That's scurvy," his father said, making his first input to the dinner
table conversation.  "It was cured quite simply by adding citrus fruits to
their diet.  Gonorrhea is more commonly known as the clap.  It's seldom
deadly and a shot of penicillin can usually cure it."
   Rory stared at his father.  "Wow, Dad!  I didn't know you knew so much."
   "It's common knowledge, Son," his father said as he stabbed a piece of
meat and lifted it toward his lips.  "I'm surprised you didn't include that
in your report.  If I remember right, you got an A in that particular
class."
   "Yeah, well you know how it is," Rory said, developing a sudden interest
in the food he had been pushing around on his plate.
   To his relief, no more was said about a family meeting.  He rushed
through his meal, then pushed back from the table.  "I've got to rush," he
said.
   "No dessert?" his mother said in surprise.
   "Maybe later, Mom.  Miss Elder is expecting me by seven."
   "You only have fifteen minutes," said his dad, glancing at his watch. 
"You'll have to hurry."
   Molly watched in amazement as her brother grabbed s book that looked
more like a telephone directory than a textbook and rushed for the door. 
The sneaky little bastard!
   "We'll just have to deal with Rory at some other time," said her mother.
"But you, young lady-at least I thought you were grown up enough to be
considered a lady until I saw those pictures on the computer."
   "Pictures?" She gasped.  "Ohmygod!  You didn't-not all of them?"
   "All of them," her mother affirmed.
   "And...daddy, too?"
   Her father cleared his throat and said, "You definitely have grown up in
the last few years."
   She turned a bright red.  "Ohmygod!"
   To be continued....
  
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