" Well, yeah. It's more than most people make in a year. And if the firm does well, and I do well, it'll go 'way up," Lois said. "I agree, it's a nice...place to be, at my age. But the work required -- it can be a real bear!" I hear you gotta sell your soul, too." Not me," Lois said. "One of the reasons I chose to join my father's firm was that they're better than most, when it comes to the soul-selling. Our firm is first-rate, all the way. We do loads of pro bono work, we have partners who are. I'm not sure how long it took for him to get his first peek but he did give us a lot of extra attention. I noticed he was standing at an angle which would give him the best view. After several glasses of wine Christi had loosened up and didn't keep trying to adjust her top as she had been earlier in the night to keep her breasts out of sight. I'm sure the waiter noticed as well. We had made plans to go out to a couple of bars after dinner but we were having a good time there and Christi was. I sat down at a table watching everyone in the room I noticed that some of the men had disappeared which I just assumed was to have a cigarette. I poured myself a glass of red and noticed my mother walking over to me she sat down next to me and poured herself a glass. She leaned in to my year and told me that she had left my wedding present in our honeymoon suit, I looked at her puzzled and she just smiled with sparkling eyes and told me to go and look. I got up from the table and walked up to. In my fantasy, I was flooding my mother’s womb, planting my seeds firmly in her. I slept.From the next day, the afternoon masturbation and proper display of my cock for her viewing became regular. Instead of photographs of girls, I had a pornographic book of mom-son incest lying open beside me. That was how she found me every day when she came in with coffee at 4 pm. And I was not asleep.My eyes were open like a slit and I could see her. The first few days, she turned away and placed the coffee.