Besides that, he was a mechanic. His grip was harder than Torque's. Slowly, methodically, and completely on purpose, he crushed Ben's hand into hambur...ger. It was a modern test of manhood, however, and Ben didn't flinch.Snatching his hand back and flexing it to see if he had any circulation left, he introduced Lady Grace. "Maury, this is Lara Croft." He smirked as she took the old guy's weathered and callused grip. For a moment, the two just stood there, staring at each other, and Ben winced as. " He set out to find her. Perhaps she had a late errand to run. He decided to go upstairs and change his clothes. At the top of the stairs he heard the muffled sound of the radio and it seemed to be coming from their bedroom."Darlene, Darlene," he called out. "Are you up here?"He waited a few seconds for a response. He'd nearly given up when he heard her reply."Jason!" she yelled back. "What are you doin' home at this hour? Ah'm busy; Ah'm takin' a bath."A smile lit up Jason's face."Half-way. Dude, when I tell you how it all came about you're probably gonna want to kill me. But I felt I had to tell you....because I gotta be honest, I don't want to stop fucking her when you get back from school.It really was innocent. One morning she said her shitty old Toyota wouldn't start so II gave her a ride on my Harley to the bank and the post office. She'd never ridden on a bike before and I think she really liked it.I mean she really liked it. She held onto my tightly. Her face was flush.. I want to prove to myself that one does not have to be an imbecile to enjoy i****t. I want to prove to myself I can do it and survive. What young, healthy man did not have wet dreams about his mother?Since I grew up without a father, it was my mother who had to tell me about the birds and the bees, and teach me all about sex. It was a blessing to know that the solution for our sexual needs was within us. It was so convenient. We were both very busy. My mother painting pictures, and I practicing.