First, what kind of man slaps a 12 year old boy who has recently lost his mother and then is torn away from the only "father" he knows? Then what kind...of man would decide that sending the child away to school was a good idea.Then I asked myself, where the fuck did the money that happened to just be enough to pay off the house come from and why didn't I know about it?And lastly was the letter and what did it really say, when looked at it in the cold light of day and not with emotion.What I. “Okay,” Sam said.Ten minutes later, Joyce found herself on her knees on the carpet in her son’s room. Before her, Sam sat on the bed, leaning back, resting on his elbows. He looked down as his mother lovingly slobbered on his dick. “I’m getting ... close, Mom.”“Uuummmmmmm,” Joyce said. She closed her eyes tight. Her head bobbed, her hands pumped, and her pretty lips spread themselves to their max around Sam’s dick.“Here ... it comes.” This was better than the morning session. Sam was living the. .."Mmhmm... that's very interesting..." At this point, I'm beginning to become nervous; I'm alone with my crush?..............."Would you like to do something to pass the time?" she giggledMaybe she didn't exactly have a clear understanding of just how long she was in the rain; although this really didn't seem too innocent. She began to removed her top, maybe she believed the tight white shirt underneath was enough to hide her breasts? they seeped through her shirt, she was wrong. Although. I scribbled a note on a piece of paper on my desk. “Enjoy” “So why are you here to see a counselor?” I asked. “I got caught doing some drugs and the court ordered me into counselling,” she replied. I nodded my head. “I’m not a drug abuser,” she said. “I like to party and I was with some friends and they were doing it and I got busted by the cops.” I smiled. “Been there, done that,” I replied. “You’ve been busted?” she inquired, with a shocked look on her face. “Yeah,” I replied. I was lying.