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Chapter Thirty-four -- Independent Study I


"What _ARE_ you doing, mother!" Jennifer demanded.

"Trying to get ready for my date with your dad," Darlene sighed.

"Parents dating is stupid."

"I once thought so, too," Darlene admitted, going through her
lingerie drawer looking for something sexy but different.

"I guess it's kinda' rad'."

"What?  What's rad'?  I've figured out that 'rad' is radical but
is that good?"

"Real good," Jennifer informed her mother.

"So exact what is it that's rad'?"

"That you and dad still love each other and still go out on dates
and stuff.  It's like, well, you know.  So... whatever.  I mean,
like, well, you know."

Darlene waited patiently for her teenage daughter to compose her
thoughts, resisting the urge to say 'No, I don't know' or to
criticize her.  It took a few minutes before Jennifer finally
spoke clearly and seriously.  "Most of my friends' parents are
divorced.  And most of the rest of the ones that aren't divorced
probably should be 'cause they fight all the time.  But you and
dad, you're, well, you know, still in love."

"It takes work," Darlene smiled.  "And understanding and
communication and a lot of other things."

"Like sex," Jennifer snickered, giggling and covering her mouth.

"Like sex," Darlene acknowledged.  "And I definitely like sex."

"Why?"

"Lots of reasons.  It feels good, it..."

"What feels good?  Like kissing and stuff?"

"Yes, kissing feels good.  So, are you kissing boys these days?"
mom asked casually.  A glance at her daughter's blush gave her a
clue.  "So, who was or is going to be first?"

"I'd rather not say."

"OK.  So, is it time we had a birds and bees talk?"

"That depends on what you mean by birds and bees," her daughter
answered evasively.

"I mean penises and vaginas and ovum and sperm," Darlene grinned. 
"Or cocks, pussies, eggs and cum, if you prefer."

"You're not supposed to talk like that."

"Why not?" Darlene asked lightly, still going through her
lingerie drawer but finding nothing that seemed right.  Then she
headed to the closet to move one hanger after another.

"You said!  You said I shouldn't say 'fuck' and 'cocksucker' and
words like that.  You even spanked me."

"That was years ago, when you were a little kid.  If you were
acting like a little kid right now, the words wouldn't be
appropriate, but if I said the word fellatio, would you know what
I meant?"

"Yeah, cock sucking," Jennifer answered, proud of her knowledge.

"Right," Darlene agreed, concealing her surprise that her
13-year-old daughter had even heard the word, much less knew what
it meant.  Then she laughed.  "When I heard about cock sucking
and finally decided to try it, I thought that you really sucked
and I sucked like I was trying to suck all the air out of a
plastic milk jug.  Your dad just about died."

"I bet," she agreed.  "So did his balls collapse?"

"Fallopian tubes aren't wide open like a soda straw," Darlene
explained.  "Remember the other parts of the male sex organs?"

"The seminal vesicles, ah.  Urine-etha?"

"Urethra.  Not bad.  Can we get serious a minute?"

"If we have to," Jennifer sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I've got to turn this into one of those horrid mother and
daughter talks," Darlene groaned, showing that she wasn't totally
comfortable either.  "But I want you to grow up healthy and
strong and I definitely don't want to have to deal with a
pregnant teenager or even worse, to have you come down with AIDS. 
So, how do you know about cock sucking?"

"Reading and stuff."

"Oh?  And where are you reading about cock sucking?"

"A friend's house."

"So what did you read?  I don't remember words like that in
Woman's Day or even Playboy."

"One of my friends swipes her dad's Penthouse Variations
magazines sometimes, and we read them and stuff," Jennifer told
her mother.

Another clue, Darlene grinned to herself.  Probably Kathy's dad. 
Once again, Darlene waited patiently and was rewarded.

"But isn't it gross?  Yicky?"

"No, not if the man's clean," Darlene told her daughter, mentally
cautioning herself, 'Not yet.  No lectures.  Don't spoil this.'

"What if he's not."

"Then it can smell pretty gross."

"But what if he pees?"

"I can tell you from experience that peeing is just about the
last thing on a man's mind when he's getting a good blow job,"
Darlene said.  "Or even a bad one.  Guys can be pretty gross. 
I've heard 'em say, 'There's no such thing as a bad blow job. 
Some are just better than others'."

"But... What if he does think about peeing?  And if he does! 
Yuk!"
 
"I don't think a guy can even pee when he's completely turned on
and hard," Darlene informed Jennifer.  "There's a valve or
something that cuts off the pee when a guy's turned on so he
can't pee into your vagina and give you an infection or hurt your
baby.  At least I think there is, a valve, I mean."

"Oh."

"Ready for the lecture part of this?" Darlene asked when the
silence grew long.

"I guess."

"Or did I interrupt your thoughts and you have more questions."

"You can't get pregnant from a blow job, can you?"

"Back to birds and bees," Darlene chuckled.  "So tell me how
babies are made."

"The penis penetrates the vagina and ejaculates sperm which
travel up to the uterus where a sperm penetrates the outside of
an ovum that came down the, ah, fallopian, no, yeah, it is
fallopian tubes in the woman and then the DNA combines with the
DNA in the egg and the egg, which is one cell, starts splitting
and wah-lah, baby."

"I bet you got an 'A' in junior high sex ed'," Darlene laughed.

"Well you guys signed that I had to go to the family life
classes."

"True.  OK, so now let's answer your question.  Is there any way
for a sperm to get from your mouth to your vagina?"

"I don't think so."

"You're right.  Actually, stomach acid would kill all the little
buggers.  The sperm, I mean.  Unfortunately, even if you can't
get pregnant, blow jobs aren't a good idea until you're married
or at least in a mutually monogamous relationship."

"In other words, living together."

"Not necessarily," Darlene cautioned.  "From our conversation
here, I'm guessing that you're already experimenting with sex,
which scares the everlovin's out of me, or at least you're
thinking about it.  So here's the lecture part.  I don't want
you...  No, that's not strong enough.  Jennifer, don't let a
penis into your mouth, vagina, or anus..."

"Now that's really gross."

"You said you've read Variations magazine.  I know they have
articles that talk about anal sex."

"And there's web sites... Oops."

Now Darlene laughed out loud.  "Boys and girls snuck peeks at
pornographic magazines and pictures before I was born and I
looked at Playboys and Playgirls and even some worse magazines
when I was a teenager and it didn't warp me.  At least not too
much.  Your dad and I even talked about putting a block on the
computer, but we figured that you kids would just take one look,
say 'yuk', and then move on to something else.  I guess I was
wrong, huh?"

"I don't know," Jennifer sighed.  "I mean, well.  How does it
fit?  I can't even get my finger in my butt hole without it
hurting."

Again, Darlene chuckled.  "There are tricks to it.  I don't mean
to be gross but you shit turds that are bigger than you finger
without it hurting, right?"

"I guess."

"So one trick is to push out with your rectal muscles like you're
pushing out a turd.  That opens up your bottom and a finger will
just about get sucked in.  Problem two, and I did it, too, is
that you're probably using a soapy finger when you're in the tub
and the soap is irritating and drying.  Try Vaseline or K-Y."

"I just can't believe I'm talking to my mother about anal sex,"
Jennifer groaned, rolling her eyes again.

"Who better to discuss it with?  Some guy from school?  Now, a
guy's penis is a lot bigger than your finger.  When you're
engaged, I'll tell you how to make it comfortable with your
future husband."

"Using butt plugs, starting with a small one and getting bigger,
right?"

"You have been reading, haven't you."

"Do you have any butt plugs?"

"Yes," Darlene answered, really blushing for the first time since
the conversation started.

"So you and daddy really do... Geez.  Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Do you like it?"

"When I'm in the right mood, I love it," Darlene admitted.  "And
that brings me back to lecture one.  No penis in your mouth,
vagina, or anus.  Period.  Not until you're at least thirty,"
Darlene insisted sternly.

"You're barely thirty," Jennifer shot back with a pout.  "And you
don't even look or act that."

"Oh, do I ever love you," Darlene squealed.  "Just when I'm
feeling over the hill and old from being over thirty... You made
my day!  Thanks."

"So what are you looking for?" Jennifer asked her mother, glad to
be off the embarrassing and confusing subject of sex.

"I don't know," she sighed, plopping her bottom down on the bed
next to her daughter.  "Something to turn your dad on."

"Something sexy, huh," Jennifer observed.  "Guys are into garter
belts and stockings and high heels and stuff."

"Yeah, but I've done that.  Some wise, older women taught me that
all men are polygamous..."

"What's that?"

"They want more than one woman."

"Like a harem."

"Yes," Darlene chuckled.  "So to help keep a man faithful, a good
wife should be many different women.  I'm looking for something
completely different from the real me."

"Is that why you have those two wigs?  The short black one and
the long blond one?"

"Yes," Darlene admitted, feeling bashful again.  "Because when I
wear them, I become somebody else.  Older or younger, smarter or
bimbo.  You know.  Role-playing.  Acting.  A game, but a serious
one that helps..."

"I know!" Jennifer squealed, jumping up and running from the
room.  "It'll be perfect," Darlene heard along with her
daughter's footfalls on the stairs.  A few seconds later,
Jennifer's feet beat a staccato tempo back down the stairs and
the hallway to her parent's room.

"This!" Jennifer announced, holding up her junior high
cheerleader's uniform.  "It's too short and too tight, and on you
it'll be nothing but incredibly sexy, especially with bobby sox
and those high-heeled sneakers that you got for me."

Darlene blushed crimson, imagining Dwayne's reaction.  He'd love
it.  But would she have the courage to wear such an outfit in
public at her age?  "What the heck," Darlene laughed.  "It'll
turn dad on and I get turned on sometimes when I'm embarrassed,
so I'll do it.  But I want to look as young as possible."

"Sure.  I'll put your hair up in ponytails on each side of your
head.  Oh, this is fun," Jennifer squealed, taking up a brush to
stroke her mother's long hair.

"Let me shower first," Darlene told her daughter.  "And check on
the kids, please."

Darlene took a quick shower, then returned to shave her legs and,
realizing what a turn-on it would be for Dwayne, her pussy and
lower belly.  She pulled on her robe before she went back to her
dressing table to find her daughter waiting.

"Can I help?  Get you ready, I mean," Jennifer offered.

"I'd like that."

"So, how do we... I don't know what I'm doing," Jennifer sighed
in exasperation.

"We're turning me into a teenager," Darlene giggled.  "Just for
fun."

"Well, I mean, you're... You have the, well, a super figure since
the aerobics and exercises and you look younger, really young,
but, well, what kind of bra?  Know what I mean?"

"I already decided that.  I've only used these a couple of times
but they're perfect for the outfit," Darlene told her daughter,
finding the box of flesh colored latex half cups in the closet. 
"I'll be perkier than you are," she laughed, lifting her left arm
and positioning one under her left breast.  "See?  They glue on
with spirit gum.  It takes some work with cold cream or nail
polish remover to get them off but they're squishy enough I can
leave them on until they fall off if I want.  That's what I did
last time.  When I exercised and sweated, they just came loose."

"Awesome."

"Thanks."

"I'll do your hair."  Jennifer ran back to her room to find two
scrunchies to match the cheerleading outfit.  By the time her
daughter got back, Darlene had glued the flesh-colored cups to
the bottom of her breasts to make them look "perky to the max',"
as Jennifer put it.  The top was way too small, too tight, and
too short, leaving a generous band of bare belly showing.  The
knit sweater was too thick to show her nipples, but it fit tight
enough that every jiggle of her large breasts was obvious to
anyone who bothered to look her way.

Darlene debated the selection of panties with her daughter.  "I
don't want to look too sluttish," she told Jennifer.  "But I
don't want to cover up too much."  Sheer was out.  The skirt was
short and flippy enough that it was sure to reveal whatever was
under there.  Full coverage panties didn't seem right, either. 
Together, they finally decided on a thong exercise brief.

"I hope your dad likes it," Darlene worried aloud, looking at
herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom
door.  She knew that he would but she worried anyway.

"It's just so weird thinking about parents having sex," Jennifer
told her mother.

"Who better to have sex?  Not you.  Not yet."

"OK," Jennifer agreed.

"Just tell me when you think you're ready and we'll talk about
it, OK?"

"OK.  So how long do you think you guys'll be out tonight?"

"I have no idea, but you have the pager number.  Page me if you
have any problem with the kids."

"OK," she answered again.  "See ya."  Jennifer ran off, leaving
Darlene's mind to run wild.

'Wild is right,' Darlene thought.  She had brought home a set of
'home study guides' with instructions for the next three weeks, a
pile of dated and sealed envelopes.  For this first week, she had
to become a different person each day.  The instructions also
forbid making love or even masturbating... in bed.  But it was
anything goes anywhere or on anything except the bed.

She had shared them with Dwayne.  The paper allowed her to do so
but didn't require it.  She was also supposed to talk to her
husband about fantasies, both hers and his.  Yesterday, she wore
a pair of garter hose under a dress she hadn't been able to wear
in years, no panties, her highest heeled black pumps, and the
blonde wig.

They took a walk and talked.  Dwayne opened up a little, saying
that he was turned on by Clarice's antics and loved the idea of a
'slut wife'.  Dwayne told Darlene that he recognized her sexual
nature and loved watching her almost as much as he loved screwing
her.  Darlene was surprised at the wide variety of his fantasies:
forcing a woman to pay for his services as a mechanic with sex;
forcing a woman to suck his cock to prevent his revealing her
illicit liaisons that he accidentally saw; pimping Darlene out as
a prostitute; inducing her to dance topless for his friends; and
dozens of others.  Just hearing the fantasies turned Darlene on. 
And as it got dark, he felt her up in front of a neighbor's home,
screened by an overgrown hedge.  When she was about to burst, he
stopped.

They ended up in the back yard.  She was petrified when he pulled
the top off over her head, hanging it on the corner of the swing
set.  The metal seat of the swing was icy on her bare bottom as
Dwayne settled on the ground, cross legged in front of her, and
licked her pussy for an eternity as she gripped the chains,
trying not to fall off backward during the series of orgasms that
wracked her body.  When she was exhausted, Dwayne knelt up and
drove his cock into her in one thrust.  It slid in easily.  Then
he moved the swing, fucking her onto his prick as he held still
until his own orgasm approached.  Near his explosion, he was
slamming into her crotch, bouncing the swing backward.  All
Darlene could do was hold on.  And come again.

What would tonight hold?

-*-

Dwayne called to say he was going to be late.  They both knew
that the overtime would be nice for back-to-school shopping, so
Darlene didn't really mind.  Much.  Except she wanted to go to
the bedroom and stroke her pussy, but she couldn't.  Instead, she
stood in the kitchen with the front of her skirt up and her hand
down the front of her panties, listening nervously for the
approach of any of her kids.  She felt relatively safe.  Power
Rangers was on TV.  But she tensed during every ad, ready to yank
her hand out.  It was frustrating.  Since she couldn't
concentrate on her pleasure, she couldn't come, but damn, did she
ever get _HOT_!

The younger kids were already in bed when Dwayne finally got home
at 9:30.  He ran up to kiss them good night.  When he came back
down, he stepped up in front of his wife and said, "You're going
to have to pay for the new engine somehow."

Taking the cue, Darlene whined, "But sir, I thought all it would
need was a tune-up.  I don't have enough money to pay for a whole
new motor.  I don't even have enough to pay for just a tune-up. 
I was hoping maybe I could pay some other way, like working in
the shop, cleaning the floor, or something."

"You're going to be cleaning pipes," Dwayne told her, clutching
at his blue jeans covered crotch.  Darlene was afraid Dwayne
would demand that she perform right there in the kitchen with
Jennifer and Donald still awake, but he called into the living
room, "I have to go back to the shop.  You two be good."

"OK, dad," Donald called back.

"Get in the truck," he ordered his wife.  "And take off your
panties if you're wearing any, you little slut."

Darlene made a show of peeling off her thong exercise panties
from under the flippy skirt before walking out of the house.  She
buckled herself into the passenger side and waited for Dwayne. 
When he got in, he snapped, "In the middle," and flipped the
armrest up.

"Yes, sir," Darlene agreed in what she hoped was a little girl
voice to match her outfit.

"Play with your pussy," he ordered as soon as she had the lap
belt buckled.  He climbed in and started the engine, sliding his
hand up the inside of Darlene's thighs and back toward her knees
as he reached for the stick shift.  He repeated the caress as he
made each shift, until they were cruising in high gear. [I love
that sentence!]  Then he reached around her shoulders and pulled
her against him, so he could slip his hand under the short, tight
sweater to pinch her nipples.

At the shop, Dwayne opened the door and quickly keyed in the code
to turn off the alarm system.  Then he ordered his wife to strip
nude while he lectured her on how expensive repairs could be, and
how the shop lost money when people didn't pay for the repairs
that they requested.

Dwayne ordered her to play with herself again by holding a
pneumatic tool against her pussy.  She didn't even know it was
the back end of a right-angle air wrench, but she got off on the
powerful vibration.  The heat produced by the tool added to the
naughtiness of the whole scene.  Then she sucked on his already
rock hard cock before he fucked her, telling her to finger
herself to another orgasm while he did.

"That was wild," they both panted as sperm oozed out of Darlene's
well-fucked cunt.  Then they laughed.

"I love you," Darlene told her husband.

"I love you, too," he reciprocated.

"So what other wild fantasies do you have?"

"A nooner," he told her, still a little uncertain.  "Would you
like to bring me lunch tomorrow?"

"I'd love to."

"Wear something really slutty."

"Why?  So you can show me off to the guys?"

"Yes.  They'll all be out of their minds with jealousy."
