Myra Tillis looked over what had been the spare bedroom of the house; nodding with satisfaction she closed the door. She had spent the better part of the last week preparing the small room. She had moved the single bed and small dresser against the one wall, and removed the other furniture. Purchasing an easel and flip paper, she hoped it would work for a replacement for a blackboard.
She had placed a standard desk from her downstairs office next to the easel, along with the office chair. Opposite she had put a smaller desk and chair for Tyler.
Glancing at the clock and seeing it was almost three-thirty, she headed for the living room. Tyler, her son, would be home from school soon and she wanted to be waiting. All this work had been for him, and Myra shivered at the thought of what she was going to do. Straightening her shoulders, she felt she needed to do something.
It had been the prior week, when she had arrived to pick up Tyler from his swim practice that all this had started. Sitting in the bleachers, she had arrived early and wanted to enjoy watching him practice.
That enjoyment had been short lived as she listened to the boys horsing around as practice wound down. Sure, some had been directed at others, but it was what was directed at her son Tyler, that had struck the thirty-six year old mother so hard that evening.
Words like Geek or Nerd she could live with. Myra had raised Tyler to be a gentleman and to focus on his studies. Being a struggling single mother, she wanted the best for her son, and she knew education was the key. No, it was the other words that echoed in her mind. Like pussy or wuss, or even worse Momma's Boy.
Myra had expected Tyler to rage back, but was shocked when her son just took the abuse. He had not even made any comments, simply walked away. Was her son really a Momma's Boy? She wondered. Had she so focused on him being a gentleman, she had somehow neglected how to be a man.
Tyler had just turned eighteen, and was now the man of the house. She realized, with horror, she was partly at fault. She had treated him as a child, in her own way hoping to keep him to herself. He needed to stand on his own two feet, be assertive and strong.
Myra had thought hard how to help her son; finally, the idea of simply 'teaching' him had crept in. The change of the bedroom to a small private classroom was the beginning. Tonight, would be their first 'class", she hoped things went well.
Tyler arrived at home, and headed to his room after giving his mother a kiss on the cheek. The smell of her perfume filled his nostrils, and he hustled away before she could see the reaction it caused in his body.
In his room he changed into a t-shirt and jeans, all the while remembering the long day. He couldn't wait for school to end, and then he could get a fresh start. New place, new friends and people who didn't know him might make the difference, all the while deep inside, he wondered if he could really change between now and the fall.
After dinner, Tyler returned to his room, this time using his laptop to pull up one of his favorite sites. He needed some release after the long day. He stared at the screen as he watched a mature woman sitting on her couch, then a young man entered the room and slowly began to massage her shoulders.
Not needing a plot, it only took moments before the older woman was stretched on the couch, and the young man was almost mauling her large breasts. Tyler glanced at the title at the bottom of the clip. Momma Does It Right, oh yeah he thought.
Tyler could feel his cock stiffening in his jeans as he watched the young man slide his hand under the skirt of his make believe mother. Just then, he heard a light tap on his door. Fuck, he thought. Quickly he stopped the movie and then closing the lap top, he told his mother she could come in.
When Myra entered his room, she noticed the laptop and Tyler at his desk. A quick glance at his lap confirmed for her, he had been just getting ready to masturbate. She was not naive, she knew Tyler masturbated. After all, she did his laundry. It wasn't something she brought up, after all everyone did it, even her.
The timing had been perfect, she wanted Tyler a little agitated if this was going to work. She stood beside her son, placing one hand on his broad shoulder.
"Honey, I wanted to talk to you." Myra told him.
"Sure mom, what's up?" Tyler looked up at his mother. He tried to keep his eyes focused on her face, not daring to let them drop to the full breasts only inches from his face.
"I wanted to talk to you about practice last week" Myra started.
"Mom, I told you" Tyler cut her off. "It's no big deal. The guys were horsing around and I am fine."
"If you are so fine" Myra said. "Why are you angry?" She looked at her son. "Having your manhood questioned is not what any male should have to endure."
Tyler sighed heavily. He knew his mother was right; it did hurt when the others poked at him. What was he supposed to do? Punch them?
"Look Mom" Tyler said softly. "I'll figure this out, OK"
"Come with me" Myra said softly. She leaned down and took her son by the hand.
Tyler was confused as his mother led him from his bedroom. What did she have in mind? He stared as they entered the spare bedroom, and he recognized what looked like a made up classroom. He slowly sat in the desk as his mother led him over. Then, Tyler watched as his mother stood facing him from the other desk.
"It is ten minutes to seven" Myra glanced at the clock. "I have ten minutes to explain."
Tyler sat quietly as his mother spoke. As she explained what she had in mind, he went from confused, to angry, to simply dazed. She couldn't be serious.
"Every week day" Myra told her son "from seven until eight, we are going to have class. I will teach you Anatomy, biology, psychology, sociology. All the things it takes to be a man."
Myra walked to the easel. "The first forty-five minutes will be lecture. The last fifteen minutes will be lab."" She picked up the marker from the stand. A lot of the beginning may seem redundant. I don't know how in depth public school goes. I, however, will hold nothing back, so you may be a bit shocked."
"You may take notes if you wish, or just simply listen" Myra continued. "The choice is yours. The lab will be directed by you, and only you. You will see what I mean as we progress."
Tyler was going to object to the absurdity of this, but saw the determined look in his mothers' face. Knowing better than to argue with her; he simply sat and waited. He wondered what she meant by more 'in depth.'
Tyler sat stunned as his mother began a list of words on the blank page. Penis, Dick, Cock, Rod, Prick, even Fuck Stick; were all listed. Next to that list, she began a second row. Pussy, Clam, Cunt, Snatch and Box; all the names for a woman's anatomy... Jesus, Tyler realized, she really wasn't holding anything back.
Tyler stared as a third group appeared at the bottom. Make love, copulate, Breed, Fuck, Bang. They were all there he realized.
"Now" Myra continued. "Let's start with the male. When would it be proper to use each word? There IS a right time and place for each one." She put a small check next to each as she went through the list.
"Penis" she told Tyler. "Something you might tell your doctor. While a dick is something your male friend has." She smiled. "Now a rod is something you hold onto, so when you spend your time alone in your room, you are jerking your rod."
Tyler coughed loudly as he realized his mother was implying he masturbated. She knew, he realized with horror.
"Don't worry baby" Myra said softly. "Every man jerks his rod, just like every woman fingers her clam."
"Now his cock" Myra continued. ""That is something a man has when he gets it sucked or stroked by someone else. Preferably by the opposite sex." She added.
"Jesus Mom" Tyler exclaimed.
