Well, she said, smirking, I know what I want to do, and from the looks of it you agree with me She motioned downward, and I looked down to see the mas...ive bulge in my pants. I blushed again, but she merely stood, and took my hand. Follow me she said, and I was slowly led into her office. The door shut behind us. and she sat me down in a chair in front of her desk. She hoisted herself up on top of her desk, her legs crossed and eyes fixed on me. Slowly, and without breaking her gaze, she reached. Like every mother, she of course knew that I was masturbating, and I discovered porn. As I discovered porn, I realized that the little deposits on my mom’s face came from the various neighbours’ cocks she was sucking in the morning before I came down for the second time that morning. Also, after I started making masturbating part of my hourly schedule while at home, I started coming home to a pair of panties on my pillow. By now, I realized these were my mom’s, and she was leaving me some. It all felt so good. And then it started up. The volcano was showing signs of an impending eruption. My cock swelled in her mouth. Once... Twice... And then I came. Hard. Spasm after spasm racked my body, and I could feel my semen come out (no pun intended) she groaned, and took it all-- without complaint. And still, her head kept pumping. Still, my head kept pumping. It got to the end, and died away as suddenly as it had arrived. "My turn, maybe?" I heard her say. I smiled with my eyes closed,. “Although part of the money is mine, it’s dirty, made by years of murder. Even legitimately mine, if I use this money to start with, I won’t have the sense of accomplishment when I actually get richer.”He knew that part of the happiness of being rich came from having done everything with his own hands. That part can be big or small depending on the person, and Lucas is certainly someone who appreciates his results, he already knew what he wanted, and wouldn’t be happy until he could do it all.