I was taught to be modest, too. At 18, I already have a car, a Porsche. I never thought mom would buy me a Porshe as my first car. I knew she loves me... but this is going to spoil me. So much for teaching me to be modest. But then, I drove the Porsche seldomly. Instead, I drove that old truck dad left mom before he died.To be honest, I hated my dad. Why did he have to leave us so early? Why did he have to go? My mom had me when she was 17. Dad being at the same age. Mom said dad died during his. I'd just been rubbing the head. And as he stroked, his foreskin was pulled up and down over the head of his cock, each time it drew back I could see the glistening pre-cum all over it.I pulled down my shorts and squatted across from him watching intently as he stroked. This is so wrong, I thought, but I followed his movements with my own hand and soon we were both stroking our cocks fast and hard as we watched each other.I came first. Probably after about 30 seconds. Rick probably came straight. I wanted any fears he might have to be minimal and consequently, he was doing great.. He showed no apprehension whatsoever as he was used to my making his meals, taking him to school, bathing him, etc. We have always had a great relationship and I, of course, try to provide for him all the things my workaholic absent father never did. We rough-housed nightly, read books, worked on the computer, played in my shop with model trains and radio controlled airplanes and went to the playground. ”“And you saw all of that?”“Yeah. I was watching.”“Do you like to watch?”“I like to watch Sue.” I said, chuckling.“I bet you do. But would you like to watch them all the time?”“All the time? I don’t know.”“When they play.”“I guess so.”“Hmm, okay. How about you watch next time and try to count sets, attacks and kills.”“Sure. I’ve got nothing better to do. It’ll be fun.”With that Liz walked away and talked to Ms. Heller. I found out later that Ms. Heller was the head coach and Liz was only an.