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You look out the window from your desk, it was dark outside by now and you have to turn on your desk lamp to even read the words in your Schuulbuch.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Janice came in. She was wearing a red nightgown and had tied her hair in a braid to sleep.

"Honey it's late, why don't you come to bed with me? I saw something on Pornhub that I'm dying to try. All we need is a rope, a pair of handcuffs, a candle, massage oil, and... are you even listening to me?"

You were still absorbed in your book. The assignment you're sitting on right now is a particularly difficult one. Most other students would skip it and hope that it wouldn't come up in this way on the exam. However, you are not the "other students." Not only do you have to graduate, but you have to do it with a perfect score. For Janice. For Lizzie. For your family.

"Um, yeah sorry. Candle and rope. Noted. Just maybe not today, okay?"

Janice grabbed another chair from the corner of your room and placed it diagonally next to you so she was sitting slightly across from you. She sat down and leaned forward slightly, over the desk to take a look at your book. You got a good look at her cleavage. Actually, the nightgown on top was way too tight for her, too. Her breasts were literally pushing out of her dress. It had fit her well a year ago, but after she got pregnant with Lizzie, her breasts grew quite a bit and still haven't returned to their previous size. They will still remain that size as long as she can continue to milk.

"Oh my, it looks complicated. All those numbers and graphs, you can't really see through them. Your exam is in a month, right? How are you getting on?" Janice looked at you with concern. She was a caring mother and looked after your welfare as if you were her own son.

"The first dicing even in three weeks. It's going. However, this one task is bothering me. The subject area itself, however, is really tough." You sigh.

Janice held her hand to her forehead as if she were thinking. Then she snapped her fingers.

"Hey, how about giving her some help? With that one game, we've played before."

"Game? Which one? Like the one before we went to the mall at night and tried not to get caught while you suck..?"

"...No, no, not that one. The other game. Where you helped me around the house and got rewarded for every job you did."

You remember again. To ease Janice's burden, you helped her out around the house. Easy stuff. Changing light bulbs, changing tires, cleaning windows. For those tasks, you got blow- or handjobs from her. For finishing harder tasks, like repairing the car (The car just needed a new battery, but let's not tell her that) she spread her legs for you. That was also relatively early in your relationship when daily sex was not something natural between you two yet.

"If you think this will help..." is all you say, and you pull off your pants.

Janice slides a little closer.

"Do you have the answers?" she asked you.

"Here." You hand her a piece of paper with the solutions to your assignments on it. You haven't looked at the piece of paper yet.

"Well, here we go." She took the solutions slip in one hand and with the other she clasped your (still) flaccid cock.

"What is your answer for task 1 A) ?"

You give her your solution.

"Yep, that's right." slowly she started to jerk you off.

"Answer for task 1 B)?"

Again you give her your solution.

"Fine. Task 2 A)?" She jerks you off faster.

You say your solution.

"No honey, you don't have that quite right. Your solution is too short, you're missing a few points here." Now she slowed down again.

That was all the tasks you have solved so far. At a slow pace she massages your crotch while you solve the next task.