Even now, when she isn't wearing anything skin-tight, her breasts form two clearly visible bulges underneath her pajamas. But even apart from her brea...sts, my mother is quite pretty. Especially for her age.“Well, good night. And good luck watching your show.”My mother didn't even answer back. She needed all of her concentration to keep her eyelids from closing. I sighed and returned to my room. After darkening it, I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes.“Damn, after seeing her like that, I am. I figured out later that our teachers got all the wee ones into planting their own little beds around the pole barns.I got my herb garden going again with plenty of humus and plenty of fertilizer. One side was sandy, the other not. I experimented to see which side did better under each species.I planted bay laurel in big red flower pots as they don't like temps much under freezing and this way we'd be able to bring them inside after the frost to winter over. I planted chives, oregano, sage and. "Now, class," she began one evening, "we'll talk about how reproduction is done."Susan almost chuckled at the sudden attentiveness of the young men. They already knew, or heard, she had an unusual way of teaching. It was called show and tell. She had discovered years ago that seemed to work better than films or books. Besides once in a great while she found a young lad that really caught her attention and would give him special instruction.It was a small class just they way she liked. Only two. I never knew just how true my suspicions were until I found Amber stretched out on a lawn chair nursing a double Scotch. I stood in the open garden gate studying her. She was wearing a very short summer print, halter-top dress. The top was tied loosely and I could see her hard, erect nipples as the material moved in the gentle breeze. Fixing myself a drink from the poolside cart, I walked over to where she laid. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Hi,.