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On Sunday, together, my mom and I earned 37 points before my dad got home in the early afternoon. When he examined the list he seemed quite surprised at how many items had been checked off.
I decided not to spend any points that night, so I could start the school year with 429 points.
That night I spent a lot of time in my room with a calendar and a calculator, figuring out the best way to ration my points.
I could get two hand-jobs a week, for the whole first trimester (12 weeks) for 480 points. That was more points then I had, but I figured that even with school and other commitments, I shouldn't have too much trouble earning 20 points a week.
That would mean that I could spend some extra points here and there and still end the trimester with 200 points in the bank.
I knew that Christmas break would give me time to save up a lot of points, but they would have to last me until school got out.
The next day, after school, I did a few chores and earned 12 points before my parents got home. I had just turned on the TV and sat down on the couch when my mom got home.
"How was school?" she asked.
"Good," I answered.
"Did you do any work around the house today?" she asked.
"Yeah, twelve points worth," I said, "I figured I'd get some in before the homework starts up."
"I'll tell you what," she said, "I'll give you ten points for every A and five points for every B you get at mid-term."
"Cool."
"And twice that for your grades at the end of the trimester," she added.
"Sweet," I said.
The school year didn't turn out to be quite the relative drout I had been expecting. I ended up getting 3 or 4 handjobs most weeks, and still had some points to spare here and there for a little extra. We played scrabble once in a while, which almost always left me with extra points.
A couple of weeks into the trimester, my mom decided that on the first and third Wednesday of each month, my point would be worth double. I would usually spend enough on those nights to get her naked and sucking my cock.
I worked fairly hard at school, but not overly so. I got As in my strong subjects; History, English, Journalism and Government. In my weaker subjects, Calculus and Physics, I got Bs. All in all I earned 50 points for my midterm grades.
"Pretty good, huh?" I asked her.
"Good, but not great," she replied. "You could do better."
"Fine," I said in mock anger, "I'll bring em all up to As by December and net myself 120 points."
"Fine with me," she said, "but you'll never do it. I've never once seen you even try to study."
"Oh I'll do it," I said, rubbing my cock through my jeans, "you just figure out what I'm gonna get for my 120 points."
"I'll tell you what," she said, raising her eyebrow, "if you can really get all As, you can have 120 points and you can have me for a day."
"What do you mean?" I asked, a little confused.
"You can have me for a day, I'll do whatever you want."
"Wait . . . anything?" I asked.
"Anything," she said, smiling.
I worked harder. All I had to do was bring my Calc and Physics grades up to 90s. In Physics I had an 86, so I didn't anticipate it being much of a problem. My Calculus grade on the other hand, had been an 80, barely a B-.
In the six weeks that followed, I did everything I could to raise my grades. I studied and even did all of my homework. I took notes in class and even went in after school for some tutoring in math.
The challenge became a topic of much discussion in our house. My parents were always asking me for updates on how school was going.
I started to work even harder. My mind was constantly filled with images of everything I wanted to do to my mom.
This of course made it harder and harder for me to really concentrate on my school work. I begged my teachers for any kind of extra credit project.
