I wanted to give you a feel and a whiff, to make sure you are in the proper mood when we get to bed."She stepped up closer to me, and with her hands s...e raised the hem of her dress, as if she was a whore in Follies Bergére, revealing a reddish, battered and swollen pussy, leaking juice down her thighs. Then she pushed my knees apart and stood as close as she could come. She put her arms round my head and pressed it against her breasts. My God, how she smelled. A pungent mix of sweat,. I was tender with his tool, gentle and passionate. Then I did something very naughty and slipped my free hand down and started to rub myself. Who knew this could feel so hot? . . . I said to myself . . . as flickers of passion rippled through my own little body. My blood was boiling, and my heart was racing. I knew my neck now glistened with sweat and passion. Jason started breathing hard, and he clenched his muscles to stop from blowing right then and there. But he could only hold out for so. He just shook his head and walked out the door and into the hall muttering "my son is a fag” over and over. I could hear him start the shower, and then I heard him step in.I was just lying there in bed, kind of ashamed that he had caught me in this predicament, I heard the shower turn off, and then I heard his bathroom door open. What I heard next was a surprise.“Son, will you please come in here?” my father said without the slightest hint of animosity in his voice. I don’t know why, but I had. ” “Anything you can do, I can do better.” “I believe it.” She was getting frustrated, but she wouldn’t show it. She waved the paper. “The first of many.” “I’m sure. Does being competitive with me gain you something I don’t know about? Or do you just do it because it’s fun?” She was wearing her hair loose today; it looked better that way. The usual ponytail was boring to me. “Fun? Fun? You think anything with you is fun?” “I don’t know.” She crumpled up the test and threw it at my feet,.