I'm looking forward to starting working on our garden and house full-time. Yes, seriously. I'm proud of my achievements in landscaping our garden. Mom is unaware I found ways to scrape of money out of the weekly budget we have for groceries and to scrape off of the other budgets. The annual house maintenance budget perhaps being the one I scraped of most. Balancing books like a professional bookkeeper is not one of my skills but I soon learned in my life that my mother was totally ignorant of money's worth and I exploited her blindness. When I was fourteen I learned all the wood on the house was painted for twenty thousand dollars every year oriental and the next summer I started painting the house myself. The books only showed an entry “Paint House”, and I kept that up, stashing 20K a year as a starter in the process. I really wouldn't know where Mom gets her money from. I really wouldn't know whether she is rich or not. I do know we are quite comfortable. Not more than four years ago she looked like an old hag with sagged breasts but within half a year she looked like an angel with the figure of a model so I guess she had some plastic surgery. She went away a few times in those days but it is beyond me how she financed it. Painting the house really was challenging that first year. I slept well and my musculature developed nicely. Together with my growing physique, I got complimented on my adult looks and behavior after that summer. Mom is unaware of a lot of things. Like she is unaware of how I do the chores cum in mouth she wants me to do. Like she is unaware or not interested in my schooling and only the past year I started wondering why that may be and to this moment I was still wondering for I am oblivious to why my Mom never asked me how I was doing at school or why she never went to parent-teacher events. She just signed of everything I put in front of her. It must have been years ago in the time we used to have strenuous discussions whenever I needed her to sign school papers or a rapport. Boy, did I dislike those discussions like I was averse to any kind of confrontation? I will bend myself over backwards to avoid confrontations so the first time I spoke up to my Mom when I needed her signature again and said to japanese her in a frustrated voice, afraid of having to explain myself heavily; “I need you to sign this,” she just reached in sperm her purse for a pen and signed without commenting. This way of asking for signatures in a demanding voice became a habit. I must be a very laydown person. It took me four years for my Mom to stress me again. It was a few months after my 18th birthday on a Saturday. I was outside the oral walled garden working in the forested part which was designed with a Japanese Garden as an example and where every twig had to be in the right place. I was working on a tree sawing through a big branch that didn't belong anymore when I suddenly noticed her standing right next to me in the direction of the saw. I still do not know how I prevented to hurt her on the saw but I remember I fell away from the branch I was leaning against to give me leverage and I hurt myself toppling over. Frustrated I blurted out to her: “Mom, you fool. I wondered. “Oh my god, you have done it, hows it feel? I couldn’t see sperm my pussy, but the girl sure as hell oriental could. “Of course, everyone knows about Logan Meier.” “You don't even like boys, do you?” When she saw me peeking in she jumped up, running over to me and leaping into my arms causing japanese to take a oral step backward to keep my balance. "What did she do?" ‘Yes a date with science’ I say. I taught cum in mouth him one more trick that night. She stayed there for a few seconds, her beautiful ass sticking in the air. We were patrolling the streets of a run down suburb of Rome. Again the guys all laughed.