I even stopped stroking the penis to touch his cheeks to be as passionate as a Nun in loving her master. As I kissed I could feel him behind me again,...this time his hands were under my white blouse holding my thin waist and moving my lower body in small circular movements against his wooden penis. New and fresh waves of total submission were flowing over me, as my clitoris awakened with the slight pressure and circular motions from the wooden cock, I was still kissing the mouth of this Christ. "Nothing to be scared of. Why don't you be a good piggy and walk of shame it down to the kitchen and bring me back some breakfast, hmm?" Yes sir" he croaked reflexively, swallowing his tears. He'd taken part in plenty of walks of shame, but he'd never been the one doing the walking. He stood shakily, finding himself outmaneuvered once again. They'd known he would try to run before he had. There was no escape for him. He swallowed, looking down the hallway; it seemed to stretch on forever -- the. While I was jerking off, it scared me so I jumped up fast and covered myself up. I asked her what she was doing home so early. She said that she took off early to come home and talk to me. She walked over to me hugged me and told me to sit on the bed. I said ok, she sat next to me and told me that everything I'm doing is natural for a boy my age. She reached down and grabbed me. I shivered and asked her what she was doing. She asked me if i wanted her to stop I said no. She continued stroking. Everything was going well until I found the boxer shorts in my laundry. I do my laundry and the shorts worried me because they weren't mine. Maybe I should have just asked her then and there. Maybe I should have been a little more mature but I wasn't. I am in IT and I immediately came up with a tech solution. I ordered some covert cameras and set them up.After the first week away with the cameras running, I returned on Saturday early in the morning and everything seemed normal. Kathy was awake.