She smiled and said thank you.Now at this point, she hadn’t even touched me but I was hard as a rod. I didn’t know what to do when I felt her hand...on my thigh. Her hands felt rally soft and immediately I took my hand and placed it over hers. She was slowly caressing my inner thighs. I was in heaven and was oozing precum. Now I unzipped my pants and helped her hand up my alley. I could hear her giggling when she felt that huge bump in my underwear.She rubbed my cock on top of the undies and it. “That’s great son, do you wear those shorts to practice in? I have seen them before when washing but never seen you wearing them, you must wear them more” she said with a grin and the very fact she mentioned ‘washing’ told me she knew.“Dad has helped her too, it’s good that she has an interest and I am so happy that you are involved too” she continued and as she spoke I noticed her legs widen a bit more, she was certainly not shy and to be honest nor am I.She continued to say how close Val and. More than I can bear.I sigh, getting off the couch and going to the fridge. It really is empty. All that's left is half a jar of pickles and some questionable Chinese food. I pull it out, sniffing at the box. I shrug and grab the pickles as well. I need something to do. Need something to distract me.I trip as I walk back to the couch, the pickle jar shattering against my chest and forearm as I land heavily. I lay there for a second, feeling the cold juice and gooey Chinese soak into my shirt.I. You showed me that you wanted me as I wanted you: to make love, yes, to have sex. This morning you came. You wanted me naked, took me, fucked me, loved me on the floor the way I had imagined, longed for, was ready for. I loved it. I want you to want me like that. No holding back! It’s as simple as that, and you knew it from the beginning.”“But telling you about my life will be hard.”Helen shook her head in frustration. It was difficult for her to gather the right words and tone to talk about.