2nd day of rituals.My mom came into my room early in the morning at 2:30. I saw her standing beside me, wrapped with her towel around her body. This t...me she was ready for the ritual and came to wake me up. By watching her, my dick started growing under my boxers, and it became a huge tent on my boxers.I saw my mom staring at that. My mom asked me to get ready. I walked into the bathroom to freshen up myself. After that, I came out of the bathroom, and my mom was sitting in front of the. Once against the couch I can go no further and she is right there in my face, still asking what I thought I was doing. Before I can gather my senses she has pushed me back over the arm of the couch and told me to stay!She walks over to the chair where my dildo is still stting, grabs it and comes back to me. She tells me to pull my legs back. I do and she roughly plunges that dildo back into my ass. Now I am certainly no virgin, but I am also not used to the forceful jab that she did with that. And so far, I’d found in just about every case, the direct approach had yielded the best approach.“Actually, I think I do. I suppose I just have a somewhat less cynical view about relationships, at least compared to you.”“It would be difficult to have a view of relationships more cynical than mine, unless maybe you were my mom!”“And I’m your first real experiment, aren’t I?”“The jocks don’t count. Those weren’t relationships. Those were guys who thought I’d get it on with them.”“Uhm...” I. But they had to see it too. It was sometimes difficult to determine these things without stripping the subject naked, but the team had enough experience at evaluating young females that they were rarely fooled anymore. They discovered that she worked out early every morning on weekdays and then returned to her family for home-schooling. Faith had keys to front door of her coach’s gym. She showed up promptly at 5:30 AM and then let herself in. Always before her mother or father had driven.