Kick the son out

You look from the cute farmboy, Corin, to his gray-haired father Tarwen. You always had a thing for older men and nothing would get you warmed up quite so well as a roll in the hay with the elder.

"Excuse me," you say to the farm boy, "could you step outside for a moment?"

"Um, okay," the boy says sheepishly and steps out of the bedroom.

"Now wait just a minute," the boy's father objects, starting to rise from the chair.

Before he can you place a hand on his chest and sit him back down. You throw a leg over his lap and sit down on his knees facing him. You lean on the back of the chair for extra support.

"The money was for the boy," Tarwen objects, though his tone has softened.

"You paid that's all that matters," you say, stroking the old man's earlobe and leaning your face close to his. "Don't worry, I'll give your son a go too."

"Too?" the old man's brow wrinkles, but he's smiling.

"That's right," you say and kiss his cheek, letting your soft lips linger by his ear. "How would you like me?"