Step 2

_"Touch, when done with intent and reverence can activate the dormant energies within the body, unlocking the power to create life itself. Participants reconnect with their primal nature and the dormant potential within their own bodies awaken, heightening their ability to conceive."_

Without meaning to, Laura had tapped into something primal. At first she was a little bit embarrassed when she read of the explicit protocol of the diverse rituals that were to be done, usually by the males' sexual partner. She was suprised to learn that it was not unusual for men to be enhanced by extended or close family members and that mothers were encouraged to lead their sons on the way to a fulfilled life if the need arose. Laura had no issues doing this for her own son, but she knew that society would not accept it. Not entirely sure if it was genuine belief, or something far more depraved but she felt a stirring deep inside that told her to try.

The first night, as Max lay asleep in his room, she slipped quietly into the hallway. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, but she pushed the feelings aside. This was about the sacredness of touch—about giving him the strength and confidence he so desperately needed.

She had prepared everything she thought she might need: a small bottle of lavendel oil and a towel was all that was required. The cold night air in the hallway made her nipples stiffen. Women were forbidden from wearing cloth while complying with their duties. The visual stimulation is one part of it. Every part of his body should send a signal to his penis and balls that reproduction was imminent. But more importantly female pheromones were essential in the whole process, as the biological signals primed the male for fertility and assertiveness. Somehow being naked made it somewhat sacred, something that would tie the ritual together, even if Max was asleep.

With the quiet of the house around her, she began. One step after the other she walked through his room, until finally she stood before his bed. There he was, lying on his back. The moon casting a soft glow over him. Max had always been able to sleep through thunder, and the relaxing herbal tea she gave him every night ensured he was snoring softly as she gently pulled back his blanket. She knew enough to trust that intention was key. Careful as not to wake him, she pulled his briefs down, his cock and balls now on full display. Laura was pleased to find him halfway erect.

She focused on him—his steady breath as she traced her fingers upwards his legs towards his groin, slowly making circles around his root. She felt his uncertainty, his struggle. In that moment the universe spoke to her, and without second thought she closed her hand around his shaft. Her other hand, trembling with the weight of what she was doing, moved gently over Max’s sleeping form, tenderly caressing his balls. After a few minutes of doing she noticed how his member would become fully hard. Without really thinking about it, her head moved ever so closer to his groin. Her nostrils flooded with his scent. She felt him throb and the weight of his balls made her wonder if Max masturbated. In any case the semen enhancing supplements should be in full effect by now. Laura spent some time in her contemplations, her hands just glued to him, stimulating him passively.

Suddenly, she noticed some precum emerging from his tip. Subconciously her tongue darted out to catch the salty drop. The taste almost made her moan a little. Max stirred once, a soft sigh escaping his lips, but he didn’t wake. Laura hesitated, then pressed a final kiss to his mushroom head—a mother’s touch that she hoped would seal the ritual’s intent. She left the room just as silently as she had entered, the salty taste still on her tongue. The initiation ritual was complete, though there were many more rituals yet to be done. As she shut the door behind her and slipped inside her bed, she felt a fiery sense passionate devotion that she could not ignore. There was a feeling deep inside her, a sense of having done something right. Was this truly what Max needed? She was convinced it was.