When she sleeps sometimes, her nighty goes up a lot and reveals her big thighs and pantie. I do get a boner but as she is my mom, I would go and put h...r nighty properly as the labourers who outside sometimes peep through the window and stroke their dirty but big cocks. So once my mom told me the AC is not working and told me to call an electrician to fix it. I said that I will do it later when I get time and she went.Later when I went outside to play with my friends, I saw a shop that said. And so it was that he had run a thriving hypnotherapy service since early adulthood. He had jumped through all the nescessary hoops to make himself appear as legitimate as possible. He had a degree in psychology and a wall full of certificates. He put his clients through a completely unnescessary routine of shutting their eyes and counting down from a hundred, or some other pointless ritual, to disguise the magical commands he was actually giving them. He did everything he could to appear as if. They got beat up and worse all the time. And then there was those crazy feelings I had constantly thinking about feeling a hard cock explode in my mouth. It's like God hated me or something. Anyway, fast forward. I held out doing anything for a couple years. I even stopped camping with Bruce due to homophobia. I was still having the same thoughts, just not acting on them. I finally gave in to an invitation to Bruce’s cabin. I had kinda decided to see if he would be amiable to me sucking him. ."Monsignor Flavin interrupted her, "You address me simply as 'Master', not as Reverend anything. I am your teacher and Master while you are here, not your confessor."Somehow she heard the capital M on the word Master and shivered slightly."Sir, I became a nun because I had always been intended to be a nun. It was something I knew had to happen, even from childhood, before I understood anything about Our Lord."A smile broke over the Monsignor's face, "I thought so. None of the V's?"Seeing her.