.. so very hard work. I need you to help me, to work with me, to cooperate. Are you going to help me?"She nodded, slightly, as if dreaming."Remember y...our son. Mom. Son. Mom. Son. Now help me. Mom. Son. See it in your mind... feel the relationship. Feel the feelings you have for him. Mom. Son. Remember what that means. Mom. Son. But that's not quite right, is it? That's not what you remember, is it?" Her brow furrowed a little, just like the book said it would. "You remember another word. Mom.. She dropped into second gearbefore I realized that she had a perfect takeoff. I was already twobike lengths behind. Well, she didn't miss third gear, and by the timeI realized what had happened, the race was over. I had not only lost adrag race to a woman, I was thoroughly beaten. She made me look like Ihad never ridden a bike in my life. As she turned back to the cheeringwomen, she stood up on the moving bike, and raised her fists intriumph."Another male chauvinist pig, bites the dust. But. " That's the problem. I can't have the team being run by kids. Koke's gone. That's a good thing. But the school hired assistant coaches like me to take over if he was ever unable to do his job." Sorry, sir, but I'm sticking with Stone. At least for now. You were there on Friday. The good news is that he knows his limits. He put me in charge of actively running things because he knows that football is not his strong suit." I was there for last week too. But let's face it. Stone's not interested. I could not stop staring at it. My brain tingled and I felt light headed. I could feel my own cock swell with excitement. I wanted this so much. It seemed so natural, and my desires were so much stronger than my young, innocent nervousness. I touched his dick, never taking my eyes off it. He felt warm and soft, but still firm. He could tell that he loved me touching him, his breathing, his moans, and it was an incredible turn on. I enjoyed being able to please and have such an effect on a man..