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Subject: STORY: CAMP - Part 1 - Chapter 0 of 5 - PLEASE READ FIRST
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 10 Jul 1997 19:44:04 GMT
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CAMP - Part 1 : Synopsis
Standard Disclaimer:
CAMP is a sexually explicit story. If you are under the age of 18, or
offended by such material, what the hell are you doing in this newsgroup?
Please do not read this story if any of the following is offensive to you:
sex, incest, sex with minors, mind control, plot. As always, it should be
noted that this is a work of FICTION. I am not condoning any of the
activities that take place in this story. The things done in this story may
be illegal, immoral, unethical, fattening, and might even cause tooth decay.
Please use your common sense: this story is for entertainment purposes
only. Don't get carried away.
Non-Standard Disclaimer:
This story contains a plot. If you find plot offensive in your erotic
fiction, please skip this story. Any descriptions of sex or persons that you
find vague are left that way intentionally, so that the reader may use his or
her imagination to fill in the details of his or her choice. Please enjoy the
story.
Synopsis:
CAMP Part 1 is a story about a young man (13) who discovers he has
"The Ability". That is, he has some mental power that allows him to control
others. He experiments with his power on those around him, and encounters
CAMP as a consequence.
Messages and Warnings:
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Warning: Chapter 3 contains no sex, but is vital to your understanding of
future stories. Please do not skip it.
This story may be redistributed freely, given:
1. No changes other than cosmetic (font, font size, text alignment) are made.
2. This notice accompanies the text.
3. Note to Simon bar Sinister: You may add this story to the archive,
without this notice if you wish.
CAMP will be an ongoing story until one of two things happens:
1. I run out of ideas, or
2. A significantly larger number of people tell me "This is crap" than tell
me "Keep up the good work."
If you like the stories, a good way to avoid #1 is to send me ideas for the
story. A good way to avoid #2 is to tell me that you like the story. :)
Camp Part 1 is subtitled "Ron begins his journey" and consists of 5 chapters.
_Planned_ additions include "CAMP Part 2: James: the CAMP Counselor" and "Camp
Part 3: Formation of CAMP". These stories may take a while to get done,
however. (Assuming there is enough interest for me to do them at all.)
If you've read this far in this file, thank you. I hope you enjoy the story.
Regards,
WhiteStar
Email me: whitestar@psynet.net
Subject: STORY: CAMP - Part 1, Chapter 1 of 5 (mc, teen, inc, m/f)
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 10 Jul 1997 19:47:56 GMT
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For all disclaimers and messages, see part 0 of 5 of this story.
Please feel free to mail all comments, questions, and story ideas to:
whitestar@psynet.net
Thanks,
WhiteStar
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CAMP - Part 1 - Ron Begins His Journey
by WhiteStar
Chapter 1: Dawn, In More Ways Than One
Ronald Chaffey was 13 when he finally realized he was, shall we say,
unique. Ronald, or Ron to everyone except his mother when she was angry, was
a quiet, unimposing kid. He was by no means ugly, but wasn't really handsome
either. Plain was the best word to describe him. Not a jock, but fit,
because he liked to swim a lot. Not competitively, but just for recreation.
He was somewhat of a bookworm, though nobody ever called him a nerd. He had
black hair, which he kept short, a fit body, and a quick mind. He didn't have
many friends, mainly because he was very shy. He always worried about other
people rejecting him. What he was about to discover didn't help that
impression very much.
Ron had always noticed he was able to get his way with his family and
his few friends very easily all through life. He didn't really think about it
much, it was just the way things were. Ron was the middle child in a family
of three kids. Dawn, his older sister, was 15, and a real looker. She was
tall and slim, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair, a beautiful pair of
tits and a nice ass. She always acted superior, but she looked out for Ron,
and was always willing to give in to him during an argument. His younger
sister, Nikki, was something of a pain. She was always whining about
everything. Nikki was 10, and going through her "me" phase. Actually, to Ron
it seemed as if she had been going through her "me" phase since about age 5,
but nobody cared what he thought about it.
Ron didn't realize that he was not just a normal kid. Ron was a very
special individual: a true psionic, and a rather strong one at that. He had
been manipulating minds since the day he was born, without any effort at all.
Of course, until that one fateful day that happens to all psionics, he knew
nothing of it.
That fateful day finally came while Ron was walking home from school.
There was a gang in his junior high school that took great pleasure in beating
the crap out of smart, unpopular kids. They hadn't gotten around to Ron yet,
for whatever reason. But today was *his* day.
"Hey Chaffey, where ya goin'?" The biggest one, Dale, strode right up
to him and blocked his path.
"I'm going home, Dale. Could you please get out of my way?"
"Ooh. Big words, tough guy. Why don't you make me?"
Now, Ron was in no way capable of handling Dale. Dale was 16 and
still in 9th grade. He was a weight-lifter, and a martial arts student. Ron
knew he either had to find a way to talk himself out of this, or he was going
to get hurt. He really didn't have high hopes for talking, though.
"Look, Dale, I just want to go home. Now get out of my way." As he
said those last words, a funny feeling filled his head, and Dale took on a
peculiar look. For a moment, he feared Dale would deck him, but all of a
sudden, Dale turned to his friends and said, "Ah, let's go. He's not worth
the effort."
His friends followed after him, but Ron could tell from the looks on
their faces that this was not what they had expected Dale to do. Ron walked
home in total confusion. 'Why had he turned away? And what was that feeling
I had just then?'
When Ron got home, he headed for his room. His mother called up to
him, "Ron, honey! Your Dad will be here to pick you up in an hour!"
"Aw, shit." Ron muttered to himself. His dad was the last thing he
wanted to deal with now. His father had divorced his mom when Ron was 10.
Over the past three years his dad had tried to turn him against his mother.
His father was a real jackass, one of those white-supremecist, anti-semitic,
has- the- solution- to- everything assholes who have no clues about reality.
He never understood why his mom had married the guy, and was just as glad he
was gone. The court had given his father, Mike, visitation rights, and Mike
followed them to the letter. Ron headed downstairs to talk with his mom.
"Mom? I'm really not in the mood to deal with Dad this weekend. I've
told you how he is."
"Now, Ron. I know you're not happy with the situation, but the judge
gave him the right to see you."
"Yeah, but what happened to MY rights? Where's my right NOT to see
HIM?"
"Ronald, don't you use that tone with me, young man! Now you get
ready to go with your father. Now."
As his mother turned her back, Ron felt that weird feeling in his head
again. He was never sure *why* he said what he said next, or why he said it
with such confidence. "I am NOT going with Dad today, or any more. You and
he will just have to deal with it."
His mother turned around, hand raised to slap him for his insolence,
but as soon as she saw his eyes, she froze. It wasn't the emotion she saw
there, for there wasn't one. It was simply as if she could not resist what he
had said.
"Okay, Ron." She lowered her arm to her side, "If that's what you
want, I'll tell your father."
"Thanks Mom. I'll be upstairs in my room."
As Ron was about to leave, she called out, "Make sure you do your
homework before you watch TV."
"Okay." Ron headed for his room, more confused now than he was when
he got home. Well, not entirely. He was smart, and he was beginning to see a
pattern.
'Everytime I get the funny feeling, people do what I tell them to.
Wait, I'm missing something: Mom didn't do what I said until she *looked* at
me. Hmm. I wish I could experiment, but I don't know how to make the funny
feeling come back.' He needn't have worried about that: the funny feeling
was only the *use* of the power. The power was always there, but he didn't
know that yet.
He thought about it for about forty-five minutes, and was starting to
understand some strange events of his life, when he heard yelling from
downstairs.
"Don't you tell ME I can't see my son, you bitch!"
"He doesn't want to see you, Mike. I can't force him to go."
"Then why isn't HE here to tell me that? You're just making this up
so..." He stopped, because he saw Ron at the bottom of the stairs.
"Ron, what the hell is going on? What has this bitch screwed into
your brain?"
"Nothing, MIKE. I have decided that I'm not going to listen to you
badmouth my Mom anymore. Just because you don't like her, that's no reason I
should have to listen to you talk mean about her."
"You listen here, mister! You will refer to me as -"
"Fuck you!" Ron's mother turned white at that, and Ron wasn't sure he
looked much better. He had no idea where this all was coming from. He knew
swear words, of course, but he never used them in front of his parents, for
obvious reasons. Right now, it didn't seem to matter, though. He had that
feeling again. "I've had all of you I'm going to take! I AM NOT going to go
with you, now or EVER again! Leave this house NOW, and don't ever come back!"
Ron finished, and he was sure that if he had been looking in a mirror, his
expression would have cracked it. He was wrong.
Mike looked into his son's face and saw... nothing. There was not the
slightest hint of anger or rage, despite his raised voice. Somehow, he felt
compelled to do exactly as his son... ordered. There was no other word for
it. "Ronny... what are you saying?"
Mike was stronger willed than most; he needed more 'encouraging'.
"Leave this house. NOW! Returning would be a very bad idea." Ron left that
statement hanging, and was gratified to see his Dad hurrying out the door. He
looked at his mom and asked, "What're we having for dinner?" He wasn't trying
to be cool, he was trying to change the subject.
"Um... I don't know yet. Uhhh, Ron? What...."
"What is it, Mom? Are you worried about Dad?"
Ron's mom either figured Ron had no clue as to what was wrong here, or
she didn't want to discuss it. "What would you like to have for dinner?"
"Ummm, hey, we haven't had pizza in a while. And you look like you
had a rough day at work. Why don't we just have a couple of them delivered?"
"A couple? Are you THAT hungry? Or did you forget that neither of
your sisters will be home for supper?"
"Oh, that's right. Sorry, I'd forgot. Why don't I order it, while
you go take your shower and stuff."
"Okay, that's fine. I'll leave the money on the table. Be sure to
call me when it gets here." She started to go upstairs, then she stopped,
turned, and said, "Ron?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Thanks for sticking up for me with your father."
"No sweat. You know I never liked him, Mom."
"Okay. Order the pizza now. I'll be in the shower." She continued
up the stairs, but she was still puzzled by the events of the day.
She wasn't the only one. Ron was thoroughly confused now. He ordered
the pizza, then sat down to watch some television. He never even managed to
turn the set on, so engrossed was he in his thoughts.
'Okay, the feeling seems to come when I want it to. Or maybe it comes
when I'm angry? No, that's not right. I wasn't angry at Dale: I was
terrified. Maybe it just needs a strong emotion. Let's see, there are lots
of strong emotions. Hate, Anger, Rage, Happiness, Love, Lust....'
That last thought seemed to come unbidden. So did the picture of
Jessica Simmons that popped into his head. Jessica was in his history class.
She was a slim, brown-haired, green-eyed beauty. She didn't have much in the
chest, but she made up for it with her legs, ass, and face. She was always
teasing Ron. He wanted madly to ask her out, but he knew it was futile.
She'd never say yes if he asked, but, more importantly, he'd never have the
courage to ask. 'But what if I could *make* her go out with me?'
He let his thoughts wander along this tangent until the pizza arrived.
The only conclusion he'd come to was that he needed to think about it some
more. And maybe practice a bit, if that was possible.
Dinner passed without incident, mainly because neither of them wanted
to talk about... it. After dinner, Ron excused himself up to his room, and
his mother watched some TV.
For the next four hours, Ron's thought pattern went something like
this: 'If I can make people do what I want... But how do I inspire a strong
emotion in myself on command? And why do they only obey, if that's what's
happening, when they look at me? What else am I missing? Who do I try this
stuff on? It's got to be someone who won't talk... Maybe Dawn and Nikki?
They might tell Mom, though. But not if they didn't know what was going on.
What could I make them do? Well, Nikki could be nicer to me... Dawn's okay,
but she's always putting me down... What about Jessica......' At this point,
he fell off into fantasy until he regained himself and started all over again.
Ron's mother went to bed at 11:00. She came in and gave him his usual
hug. Just for the hell of it, he added a kiss on the cheek tonight. Purely
innocent, something she would write off to the unusual day. Neither she nor
Ron knew it was a precursor of things to come.
Ron got back on track to his problem. Though he was an excellent
student, and his best subject was the Sciences, nothing he'd ever read helped
him here. He did remember something from a psychology book, something about
hypnotism.... No, this wasn't the same phenomenon: too quick, and too forced.
At least, he didn't think so. He decided to try some small experiments when
Dawn got home. Nikki was staying over at a friend's house, so she wouldn't be
around to get in their way. It was Friday night, so his mom didn't really
care how late he stayed up.
Dawn got home around 11:30. She'd been out with her girlfriends, to
the movies or somesuch. She stopped in Ron's room, since his door was open.
"Hey, Ron, " she said quietly, "I thought this was your weekend with
Dad?"
Ron tried to control his voice. He was still upset about this
evening. "I'm not going with that bastard anymore. I'm tired of listening to
him talk about Mom." As he was saying this, he was concentrating very hard on
his sister. It was dim in the room, with only a small light on, so she
couldn't see him staring. In his head, he was trying to tell her 'place your
left hand on your right shoulder.' This was an important test: he needed to
know whether or not his... power? ... was real, and, if so, could he do it
silently, or did he have to make his commands vocal.
"Good for you, Ron. None of us liked Dad those last years. At least
Nikki and I were lucky enough that he didn't want to see us. I really feel
sorry for you, having to deal with him these last few years." As she was
talking, her left hand idly strayed up to her right shoulder. Not being a
totally unnatural act, she didn't really notice. And she couldn't see the
look of utter astonishment on her brother's face.
"Thanks, Dawn. Well, I guess I should get to bed. How about you?"
He didn't want to press his luck just yet, and he needed to think about his
next moves, so he wanted her out of the room.
"Well, yeah I need sleep, but I've also got a project for school to
work on. I don't suppose I could trouble you for some help tomorrow?" His
sister was the first to admit that her younger brother was far more
intelligent than she was.
"You know the rules, Dawn. I'll be glad to help you. For a price."
"Yeah, OK, OK. What this time?" This was standard procedure. He'd
probably have her doing his chores for a week. It didn't matter: she really
needed the help.
He had other ideas in mind, but he couldn't tell her that. "Well,
we'll see, depending on how much I have to do. Now, go on, Sis. I've gotta
get some sleep. That fight with Dad really wore me out." He knew playing on
her sympathies would work: it always had.
"OK, bro. Talk to you in the morning." She left for her room next
door, and he closed the door. Well, almost. He knew his sister wasn't going
to be asleep for at least another hour. He wasn't sure he'd be getting any
sleep at all.
'I found out three things from that. One, whatever this is, really
is. Dawn never does that motion on her own, or at least I've never seen her
do it before. Two, it works silently. Finally, and most confusing, it worked
with her not looking at me. But Mom didn't react until.... Oh, wait. All the
times this has worked, it's not that they were looking at me, but that I had a
_mental_ image of _them_. Hey, that's it! But, wait. Is that the right
answer? Damn. I wish I had a way.... Aha!'
Dawn was quietly reading some information for her project. She didn't
want to take advantage of Ron, she just needed his help. Ron was your typical
straight "A" student; he even tutored students five months out of the year to
make extra money. He certainly could help her with this.
Dawn was wearing her nightgown, with a light robe over it. Absently,
she pulled the robe off and set it on the bed. She continued her reading, but
presently she felt the need to go to the bathroom. Normally, she would not
have left her room without her robe; she was very conservative about her body,
but this time, for whatever reason, she chose not to bother with it. She
walked out of her room to the bathroom.
'YES!!!! It works! Calm down, Ron, it could be a coincidence. Never
mind that it is something she's never done before, it could be spontaneous.
Well, maybe, but if phase two works...'
Now Dawn was confused. She finished up in the bathroom, and looked
herself in the mirror. The look she saw on her face was oddly blank. For
reasons she would never be able to verbalize, she pulled off her nightgown.
Now she was completely naked. She took a long look at her body in the mirror
on the back of the door. 5'7", slim, fit, 36C breasts, beautifully sculpted
thighs, and an ass that wouldn't quit. She was proud of her body, but also
very protective of it. She never went around the house without being fully
covered, in at least her robe, or shorts and a T-shirt. Tonight, however, she
opened the door and walked slowly, proudly to her room, carrying her nightgown
over her shoulder.
'Fucking awesome! Damn, she has got one hell of a body. I wonder if
I could... Ooh. she would be so fine. And that would be an ultimate test.
If I can get my sister to fuck me, without telling Mom afterwards, then maybe
I can go after Jessica...'
Dawn made it back to her room, and Ron lay down to make his plans for
tomorrow. His mother had a business meeting, Nikki wouldn't be back till late
Sunday, so it would just be him and Dawn tomorrow. If all went well, he would
exact a high price for helping her with her project. With these thoughts, Ron
finally drifted off to sleep.
Morning came very quickly for Ron. It seemed as if he'd only been
asleep for a few minutes. He took a look at his alarm clock, and he knew his
mother was already gone for the day. He thought over his plans for the day
before getting out of bed, stroking himself all the while. He stopped that
quickly, not wanting to waste anything. He did wonder how he had gone from
normal kid to pervert in less than a day, but then reminded himself that any
teenager with the power he seemed to have would do the same damned thing.
That satisfied him, for now, and so he set his plan in motion.
He headed for the shower, knowing his sister had just finished up with
hers. He stepped into the shower, and let his body warm up to the hot water.
Then, he tilted his head back, and started forming an image....
Dawn was brushing her hair. She was wondering what Ron would want
from her for his help. All of a sudden, Dawn had an image of Ron that she had
never had before: One of him wet, lathering himself in the shower. Next, she
saw his cock, hard as iron, pumping away in her pussy. The call was
irresistible. She thought to herself, 'Maybe he'd be interested in my
services, too...'
Dawn got up and walked to the bathroom, still completely naked from
her shower. She slipped quietly into the bathroom. She could see Ron's
shadow through the shower curtain, and she knew that he tended to space out
while showering, his mind always thinking about something. She stepped to the
back of the tub, lifted the edge of the shower curtain very carefully, and
stepped inside. The air was hot and steamy, but she had a clear view of her
brother's backside. She admired the view for a minute, then, with a tentative
hand, she fondled his asscheek.
Ron knew he had to pretend to be surprised, but his body almost
betrayed him. He faked a jump, half-turned and said, "What are you doing,
Dawn?"
"Ron, um... I don't know how to say this. I need your help with my
project, and... well, I thought maybe..." By this time, she had turned Ron
all the way around, without much resistance on his part. As her words trailed
off, her hand reached down and stroked his cock.
"Are you proposing a trade of services, Dawn? Just what are you
suggesting?" He was having fun, now. He realized that she thought this was
HER idea. This was a new twist. He'd have to figure out why later. Right
now, his mind was.... elsewhere.
Dawn had kneeled in front of him, and, without a word, she had started
jacking his cock in her hand. With her other hand, she gently fondled his
balls. When she planted a kiss right on his piss-hole, he shuddered.
"Oh, yeah, Dawn. Suck it, suck it hard."
And so she did. Dawn took as much of his shaft into her mouth as she
could, swirling her tongue around it and sucking for all she was worth. Her
cheeks were caving in from the vacuum, and Ron knew he couldn't take much more
of this, but he really didn't care. A few more moments, and he came,
squirting what felt like buckets of come down her throat. She swallowed all
of it, and kept sucking until she got it all. Then she stood up, pressed
herself against him, and said, "Have we got a deal?"
"Um, yes I think we can come to some sort of agreement, Dawn." It was
very hard for him to talk just then, but somehow he managed. She didn't help
any by giving him a kiss full on the lips, either.
"Well, I'll let you finish your shower now. I'll be downstairs. Tell
you what, I'll make scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, okay?"
Dawn rarely made breakfast for him, which was too bad, because she was
good at it. He wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. "Alright! Thanks,
Dawn. For... all of it."
She just gave him an impish smile and left, going to her room to get
dressed. In the middle of buttoning her blouse it finally hit her. 'Oh my
God! What the hell did I just do? I just blew my own BROTHER! Shit, what if
he tells Mom? I mean, he didn't stop me, but I nearly raped him in there!
I've got to get him to promise not to tell, no matter what!' She couldn't
know what his price would be, and she wasn't prepared to pay it, but she
really didn't have a choice in the matter. After all, it hadn't been her idea
in the first place.
Breakfast was a strained event. Ron had to at least act like
something odd had just happened. The hard part for him was not dancing down
the stairs to the kitchen. He realized that she thought the whole thing was
her idea, but he had no clue as to why. However, he could tell by the look on
her face that reality had settled firmly back into her head, and she was
upset, and *afraid*. This could be useful, he thought.
After breakfast, they got to work on her project.
"What's the project for, Sis?"
"It's a biology project, I've got to demonstrate the Crabs cycle, or
whatever." She was horrible with science terms.
"I believe you mean the Kreb's cycle. That shouldn't pose too much of
a problem, though I haven't studied that sort of stuff in a while. Let's see
what the assignment is..."
They worked for hours. It was a complicated assignment, and he knew
that, under normal circumstances, he would have gotten her to do his chores
for at least two weeks for this. However, he had different goals in mind.
All day long, he had been forming images of her completely undressed, screwing
him madly. This kept his sister off balance, unfocused, and got her very
horny. Around 3:00 they wrapped up the project.
"Well, that's about it, Dawn. I think you can handle the final
write-up, don't you?" In his head, he was forming pictures of her throwing
him down on the bed and ripping his clothes off.
"Yeah, I can do that, no prob. Now then, I think you deserve your
payment now..." She moved close to him, placed both hands on his shirt, and
ripped. He was only wearing a thin T-shirt, so it ripped pretty easily,
except for the collar. She tore this off over his head, and pushed him back
onto the bed. He decided to play this one up a bit.
"Wh-what are you doing, Dawn?"
"Quiet, Ron. I'm just fulfilling our bargain." She tore at his jeans
until she got the belt undone and his pants off. He was trying not to
cooperate TOO much, but it was hard. Now that she had him naked except for
his underwear, she started on her own clothes. For this, he "imaged" her
taking her time, trying to turn him on. Not that this was necessary: his
cock was hard as a rock and straining at his briefs as it was. Slowly she
peeled off her T-shirt, leaving her bare-chested. 'Oh, geez, what a view', he
thought. Next went her shorts, and finally her panties. 'Much better than the
view last night.' Now, carefully, she worked his underwear down his legs and
off. She lay on the bed, her head right at his crotch, and again she started
licking his cock.
Ron reached over and fondled his sister's ass. Just the right
combination of soft yet firm. He didn't want to push his luck, but he just
HAD to touch her pussy. Slowly, he reached down and stroked lightly across
her lips. Her reaction was immediate and favorable. He continued this until
she sat up.
"Okay, Ron, baby. It's time I paid you for your help." With this,
she straddled his waist and slowly lowered herself onto his dick, guiding it
in with one hand, while her other hand massaged one breast. Her tunnel was
heaven to Ron. All the things that were pleasure were wrapped up in this one
sensation, and God was she Tight!
Slowly, teasingly she lowered herself down until their hips met. Then
slowly she'd raise herself back up until just the very tip of his cock was
inside her. She kept this up for a while, until she had brought herself to a
point where she was about to explode. All of a sudden, her movements grew
much quicker. Ron reached up and started rubbing her tits, paying special
attention to the nipples, which were standing at full attention by now.
Dawn's actions became frantic, until, all of a sudden, her back arched, her
body froze, and her mouth opened in a silent wail of ecstasy. Her pussy
muscles were squeezing and milking Ron's cock for all it was worth, and he
couldn't take any more. His come spilled forth from his dick with the power
of a fire hose, or at least that's what it felt like.
Slowly, they both came down from their climaxes, and cuddled together
on the bed, Ron's shrinking cock still buried in his sister's pussy. His
sister was finally coming back to reality, and Ron saw the look of terror
appear on her face.
"Ohmigod! Ron, what have I done! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
She paused, because she was confused by the look on his face. "Ron? What is
it?"
"Dawn, you've been a very bad girl. What do you think Mom would do if
I told her what you just did?" Ron was enjoying his new power over his
sister, and this part had nothing to do with.... the Power.
"Oh, Geez, Ron, Please NO! I'll do anything, Anything! Just please
don't tell Mom!" Dawn was almosted panicked by now, so Ron thought he'd let
her off the hook.
"Okay, okay, Sis. Calm down. I won't tell Mom, but there is a price.
From now on, you do as I say. You won't put me down anymore, and you'll be
a lot nicer."
"Okay, sure. No problem, Ron."
"I'm not through, Dawn. There's one more thing."
Dawn wasn't sure she wanted to hear the "one more thing". "W-what is
it, Ron?"
"You and I will do this," and he gestured to the bed, "again, and
whenever I want it. Otherwise, I just might have a conscience attack, and
tell Mom."
"Ron, NO! You can't..." And then it started to dawn on her [:::
author's note, pardon the pun :::] that he had been in no way surprised by the
day's events. 'But how? I mean, I've been thinking all this stuff. I never
said anything. He's got me. I don't know how, but he's got me.' And, she
silently admitted to herself, it hadn't been half bad. Her brother had let
her do it at her pace, which was a lot better than any of her boyfriends.
"Okay, Ron. You win. But, from now on, we'll need to use protection.
You know, a condom."
That thought had never occured to Ron. He really didn't want to get
his sister pregnant. That involved far too many complications that he was not
prepared in any way to deal with. "Shit. I hadn't thought of that. What
about today?"
"Don't worry about today, there's very little chance. It's the wrong
time in my cycle for it. But there is still a very small chance it could
happen. If we're going to....do it.... more often, we'll need to use
protection. I can't go on the pill without a doctor, and he won't do it
without Mom...." She didn't have to go any further. "So you'll need to wear
a condom from now on."
"Okay, I can live with that. But you have to buy them. That is
another part of our bargain." His sister screwed up her face at that: she
didn't want to be seen buying condoms, but she nodded her assent.
"Good. Now, I've got to go watch MacGyver. Talk to you later."
As Ron left the room, his sister sat thinking about the day. 'I don't
know how he did it, but I've been well and truly had. Oh, well. There could
be worse things...' The memory of their recent coupling still fresh in her
mind.... and other parts.
End Chapter 1
Subject: STORY: CAMP - Part 1 - Chapter 2 of 5 (mc,teen,m/f,f/f,inc)
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 10 Jul 1997 19:52:04 GMT
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WhiteStar
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CAMP - Part 1 - Ron Begins His Journey
by WhiteStar
Chapter 2: School Days - I Wish Mine Had Been Like This
Ron figured to let his sister alone for the rest of the day, at least.
His sister wasn't stupid: he knew she was beginning to suspect what had
really happened. So, he figured he'd let it cool off, at least until he had
done some more, "research".
The next day was Sunday, a traditional day for lounging about the
house not doing much of anything. The Chaffeys were not a religious family,
so there was no bother with church. Ron got up around 9:00 or so, and went
down to have breakfast. As soon as he got there, he saw his mother sitting at
the table having her breakfast. On some strange impulse, he went over and
gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning, Mom. How was your meeting yesterday?" It had been out of
town, and she hadn't gotten back until after he had gone to bed.
"Morning, Ron. It was your usual garbage. Nothing really ever gets
accomplished in a board room, you know. You seem awful chipper this morning.
Have you been picking on your sister again?"
Uh-oh. What does she know? What does she suspect? He tried to play
it casual. "No more than usual, why?"
"Well, she seemed a little upset when she came down. She didn't eat
any breakfast, and she went back to her room."
"She's probably still working on the final write-up for her project."
Ron hoped this was it, otherwise he could have a problem. He was starting to
realize that if *anybody* found out about his power, he could get into real
trouble.
"Well, maybe so. Still, could you try to be nicer to her for a few
days? No need in stressing the family out. Oh, by the way, I have to go get
Nikki at noon, she wants to come home early, for some reason. While I'm out,
could you pretty please wash the dishes?" His mom always knew how to get to
him. "pretty please" mixed with her tone of voice could make him do just
about anything.
"OK, OK. Sorry, I know I was supposed to do 'em yesterday, but..."
He trailed off, not knowing how to say he was too engrossed with the idea of
fucking his sister.
"Yes, I know, 'other things'. Well, just try to get them done
sometime today, okay? Might as well wait till after lunch, though. " With
that, she got up, put her dishes in the sink, and headed upstairs to get
dressed. Ron watched her go, watching her ass sway underneath her robe. 'I
wonder what she looks like without it.'
Ron was washing the dishes when his mother returned with Nikki. It
was obvious even before he saw her that she was in a bad mood. He could hear
her as soon as she walked in the door.
"...And she shouldn't have said that!" She stormed into the kitchen
and slumped into a chair.
"Now, honey. This isn't really that bad. C'mon, you know that you
two will make up sometime about Wednesday, and you'll have forgotten the whole
thing by next weekend. Why work yourself up like this?"
"Not this time! I'm never speaking to her again!" Nikki got up and
ran to her room.
"What's with her?" Ron asked.
"Oh, Tammy said Nikki's boobs were too big, or _something_ like that,
and Nikki, well, you know Nikki." Nikki was rather overly sensitive about
such remarks. Nikki was better endowed than most 10 year olds, but they
weren't "too big". At least, Ron didn't think so.
"Guess I'll be avoiding *her* for a while."
"Ron! Now that's not nice."
"Sorry. But she can be a real pain when she gets into one of her
moods." 'Of course,' he thought, 'I could *change* her mood...' "Anyway, I'm
done with the dishes. Anything else you need me to do?"
"No, that's it. Thanks, Ron."
Ron headed upstairs. He was going to go to his room and play on his
computer, but decided he needed to talk to Dawn. He went past his room, and
knocked softly on her door. "Dawn? Can I come in?"
"I guess so." She didn't sound very enthusiastic. As Ron opened the
door, she was lying on her bed, on her stomach. Ron had a very good look at
her legs and her ass. He wanted to have a serious talk with her, but the
hard-on now raging in his pants was making his mind just a little cloudy.
"What?" She didn't sound at all like she wanted to talk.
"I was just wondering what's eatin' you. Mom said you were upset
about something, and you haven't been out of here all day. What's up?"
"What do you care? You're gonna get what you want, right? Or you'll
tell Mom." 'Ah,' thought Ron, 'so that's what this is about.'
"Look, Sis. You and I made an agreement. I am not going to let you
out of it, but I'm not going to overuse it, either. You are my sister, and I
don't want to hurt you, but I AM a teenager, and I do have... urges... from
time to time." He was working very hard at resisting one of those urges right
then. He wanted very badly to plant his hand right on her ass, but that would
not have helped the situation, and he knew it.
Dawn rolled over onto her back and looked at him. "So, what's it
going to be? Once a day? Twice? How often will I be punished for my
mistake?"
'Mistake? Why does she think.... Aha! She really *believes* this
was entirely her idea! She thinks she finally gave in to a sexual urge of her
own. That's what's bothering her. How do I relieve that without spilling the
beans? I don't want her to become a messed up person.'
"Look, Sis, I know you feel bad about this, but really, I'm not sure
you should be blaming yourself for all this. I'm sure that somehow I am at
least partly responsible. I mean, it's not like I tried to stop you or
anything." Hardly. "I think you're beating yourself up over the whole thing.
If you just relax about it, you might even enjoy it.
"That's the part that worries me, Ron. I might really start to enjoy
it."
"Nothing wrong with that." He grinned, "I sure as hell did." He had
finally found the right thing, the words that somehow triggered in her
confused mind. She gave him a beautiful smile. And, something else? An
invitation, just in the eyes. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She
kissed back, soft, sensuous. This kiss was the best they had shared, for it
was solely her idea.
It was Sunday, and there was nothing on TV. He had, however, taped
some programs during the week that were on while he was at school. One of
them was Spenser: For Hire. He liked the idea of being a private
investigator, someone who could figure out who did what to whom. This
particular episode was about a guy who had amnesia, and there were bad guys
trying to kill him. He got to thinking.... 'Amnesia, Hmm? I'd never thought
of that. I wonder if I can make somebody forget stuff. I've been able to do
almost everything else I've tried...' He had tried to get a sparrow to land
on his hand, but it had completely ignored him. He figured his power must
only work on people. He thought about how, when, and most importantly, who.
Then it came to him.
'Nikki! She'd had a fight with her best friend, Tammy. Mom was
right, they would probably make up by Wednesday. But what if he could make
her forget the event entirely? Then they might get back together quicker,
which would keep her out of the house more often, which would get her out of
his hair... 'Yes, that's something that has very little risk. If it doesn't
work, she'll never know anything happened. If it does work, she'll be gone
more often."
He walked down to Nikki's room, and was about to knock. Then he
realized that he really had nothing to *say* to Nikki, and that just standing
there staring at her would be very odd behavior. He decided to stand outside
the door and try his experiment. He wasn't sure how to visualize this one,
though.
He struggled for five minutes before giving up. He finally realized
he was just going to have to chance it. He knocked on her door.
"What!" She always seem to be saying "Go Away" with that answer.
Ron opened the door and walked in.
"What do you want? She just glared at him from her desk, where she
was doing some homework. He looked her straight in the eye, and she seemed to
go a little blank. Not zombie blank, just a sort of "I'm not really paying
attention" kind of blank.
"Nicole, you will forget that Tammy insulted you. You will forget
that you were offended by her remark. You will not remember what she said to
you, nor why you left her house early. You will think you left early so that
you could finish your homework. You will not remember me telling you any of
this, but you will obey it all." He added the last part from something he
remembered in a story about hypnotism. He thought it might work here. It had
in the story.
Ron looked away, and Nikki blinked. "Well?" she demanded.
"I was just wondering how come you came home early from Tammy's,
that's all."
"Well, if you MUST know, I've got this assignment due tomorrow."
"Mom said you were upset about something Tammy might have said." This
was the acid test. This was as direct a question as he dare ask.
"Huh? No. Nothing of the sort. We just didn't have much to do, and
I had this homework, so I decided to come home early. You must've heard Mom
wrong." She wouldn't dare to blame her mother for the error.
"Okay. I just thought I'd ask." With that, he turned around and
walked out, a huge grin on his face. 'Another test, satisfactorily
completed.'
*****
Monday morning, and Ron was in school. All of a sudden, he became
very aware of all of the people around him. Furthermore, he was aware of what
he could make them do. Instead of a feeling of *power*, however, this scared
the shit out of Ron. 'I can't let ANYONE find out about the power I've got.
If anyone catches me, I'm dead meat.'
As Monday wore on, Ron became more and more aware of his formerly
unthought-of ability to influence people. This was how he had always been:
people just naturally "wanted" to agree with him. But now, after the weekend
he'd just had, it seemed extremely unnatural. But, as of yet, he'd found no
way to turn his power off.
Even more upsetting were the things he thought he was starting to
hear. Just whispers, really, from the people around him. Always about him,
like there was some big secret that he didn't know, and everybody knew he
didn't know, and they were talking behind his back, but when he'd look, no one
was talking at all. 'What in the hell is going on? Am I going crazy now? Is
that what this all was? The beginning of some kind of... what did that book
call them? some kind of "psychosis"?'
Every time Ron heard the whispers, he would try to listen in, but he
couldn't seem to make out the words. As the day wore on, however, he realized
that they were getting *clearer*. He was actually starting to make out
something other than his name by lunchtime. As he walked through the
cafeteria, he heard the following:
'..... There goes that geek, Ron....'
'.....Why Dale didn't beat Ron up.....'
'....Maybe I could get Ron to help me....'
He paid special attention to that last one. He tried to figure out
who it had come from, or where. It was starting to sink in to Ron's already
boggled brain that what he was hearing weren't conversations, but _thoughts_.
'Well, well. So it looks like I can read minds, too. Neat.'
History class came, and he looked over at Jessica Simmons. 'Soon,
Jessica, you and I will have some fun.' Just then, Mrs. Hayes, the history
teacher, walked into the room. Up until now, Ron hadn't paid a lot of
attention to Mrs. Hayes' body, so enamored was he with Jessica, but today's
outfit grabbed his attention. There was no reason for it to, for it was the
same tight-fitting sweater and knee-length skirt combination she wore most
days, but today her outfit was electric blue, and it simply drew his eyes
right to her.
Mrs. Hayes was 5'8" tall, slender, with an ample bust and well-defined
legs, at least what Ron could see of them. Her chest strained her sweater
quite a bit, and Ron wondered for the first time if she wore a bra. Her light
brown hair flowed down to her shoulder blades and framed a beautiful, round
face with big, round eyes, and an open expression. Her lips were small,
almost pouty, and her nose was just a touch too small for her face. Somehow,
it all combined to give her the kind of look that makes men melt. Ron wasn't
melting. As a matter of fact, certain parts of him were doing anything _but_
melting. He found it very hard to concentrate on her lecture, as his eyes
roamed her body. He even found that he had shut out the "whispers" while his
attention was focused on more tangible things.
Class ended, and everyone filed out. On his way home, he saw his
sister Nikki talking with Tammy outside her school. He walked over, because
he normally walked her home, per his mother's request. Neither of them were
happy about it, but Ron was also unhappy that he was unhappy about it. This
confused even him, but he knew that he loved his sister, it's just that she
was a pain sometimes. 'If Tammy doesn't walk with us, maybe I could change
Nikki a little on the way home.' Just as he finished thinking this, he
arrived where Nikki and Tammy were standing.
"Hey, Nikki. Hi, Tammy. Are you eating with us tonight?"
Nikki found this a perfectly normal question, but Tammy looked at both
of them, confused. "What's with you guys? Nikki storms out of my house
yesterday, and today you guys are asking me to dinner?"
Ron looked at Nikki to see what she would do. Nikki said, "Look,
Tammy, yesterday I just had some homework to do, that's all. Sorry if you
thought I was storming out of the house."
Tammy was clearly very unsure. Ron didn't want to "adjust" her
thinking in so public a situation. "So, are you eating with us, or what?"
Ron didn't really care either way, but he wanted to get home.
"Not today, Ron. Mom is making my favorite for dinner, and it
wouldn't be nice for me to miss it. Maybe tomorrow night."
"Okay, then. You ready to go, Nik?" Nik was Ron's special name for
Nikki. He only used it when he wanted her to know he was in a good mood. It
*usually* got him a likewise response, but not always.
"Sure, let's go, Ron. See ya tomorrow, Tammy." As they walked off,
she told him, "You're in an awfully good mood for a Monday. How come?"
"I'm not really sure, Nikki. It's just been a pretty good day." They
stopped at an intersection and Ron stood in front of her, quickly checking
that no one was within earshot. He looked straight into her eyes and repeated
the words he'd been practicing for the last five minutes in his head. "Nikki,
I am about to give you some instructions. You will not remember them, but you
will obey them. You will obey all of the instructions _I_ give you until you
hear me snap my fingers twice. Nod if you understand."
Nikki nodded her head slowly, and Ron continued, "We will start
walking again, but you will still obey all of my orders. Nod if you
understand and agree." Nicole nodded again. A lot of this he remembered from
his hypnotism book. They crossed the street and continued walking. By the
time they had gotten home, Ron had made several commands to Nicole, and had
repeated them for emphasis. He was pretty sure she would obey all of them.
Some of his commands were for her to be nicer to him. Others dealt with
things she should ignore if she happened to see them. And a few final
commands dealt with the chores of his that she would now do without being
asked. He wasn't sure how he'd explain this, but he'd figure something out.
He snapped his fingers twice as they walked in the front door. Nikki headed
up to her room to change, and Ron went into the kitchen to get something to
drink. He found a note on the table from his mother:
"Ron: I'll be home late tonight, we have a big project to work on.
Please order in from one of our usual places, ask Nikki and Dawn, and _try_ to
make everyone happy. I won't be home till after midnight. Do your homework,
and go to bed at 11:00. Love, Mom."
Ron had gotten used to his mother leaving these notes for him instead
of his older sister, Dawn. So, it seemed, had Dawn, since she rarely whined
about Mom putting Ron in charge of things. Ron was very mature for his age,
and his mother just trusted him more than his older sister. Ron thought about
Dawn, and immediately began to get a hard-on. 'With Mom out of the house, and
with Nikki ignoring any unusual behavior, all I have to do is convince Dawn.
Maybe while she's in the shower...'
Dawn came home and headed right upstairs. Ron was watching TV, and
figured he'd wait until she was in the shower to go up. After about ten
minutes, he heard the water start. Ron waited a few more minutes, then headed
up to the bathroom. He opened the door quietly, and almost giggled at the
role-reversal from their initial encounter.
As soon as he was in the room, Ron knew something was wrong. Dawn was
definitely _not_ alone. He heard groans from the other side of the shower
curtain, coming from two very distinct voices. 'Dawn and Nikki? how long has
THAT been going on? Maybe this explains some of Dawn's problem.'
Ron thought about what to do, then decided for the direct approach. He walked
over to the shower curtain, and opened it up a ways.
"What are you guys doing?" This was a rhetorical question. Dawn was
leaning against the wall, with Nikki on her knees, lapping at Dawn's pussy.
Dawn was bent slightly, fondling Nikki's breasts. When they heard Ron, they
both went rigid. The look of terror in Nikki's eyes was expected. Ron then
looked at Dawn. The look of fear he saw in her eyes was not expected, and Ron
was unsure of how she was going to react. Then he heard one of those
whispers, this one quite clear.
'Oh, Shit! What will he want to cover this up?'
He knew this thought was Dawn's: He recognized the voice, plus Nicole
would never have thought it. Ron stood back and waited, looking over the two
of them. He belatedly realized that Nicole did, in fact, have a very nice set
of knockers on her, and, although her body was somewhat boyish, she was more
developed than her outfits led one to believe. If his cock had not already
been hard as iron, she would have made it so. Still, he waited for what he
knew was coming.
"Ron.... I didn't want you to find out about this...."
"Dawn- Stop. Just one question. Is this what was bothering you
yesterday? That I might find out about you two?"
"Yes. I don't know what happened between us, Ron. I had almost come
to the conclusion that I was a lesbian."
"A what?" Ron was unfamiliar with that term, though he knew what a
'gay' meant.
"A lesbian. That's a girl who only likes to have sex with other
girls. I didn't want you to tell Mom. You won't tell her, will you?
Please?" Dawn was begging now, and the pleading look in Nikki's eyes was
obvious, too.
"What about you, Nikki? Are you a... a lesbian?"
Nikki found it hard to speak. "I - I - I don't k-know, Ron. I've
never h-had s-sex with a b-boy. Are you gonna tell on us?"
"Well, I don't know. I suppose I should...."
Both girls almost screamed, "No!" Dawn added, "Ron, please. It's
not her fault. I kind of forced her in the start. She's never had any other
sex. Mom would be furious."
Ron thought he had come to a solution. 'Maybe I'll get my first
non-controlled sex here.' "Okay, but, as you know, there is a price for my
keeping your secret."
"What else could you possibly want? " Dawn was afraid she knew, but
also knew it wasn't her choice this time.
"Well, from you, Dawn, I want you to do certain ones of my chores
from now on." That would be all the chores he hadn't given to Nikki. That
effectively removed all duties from him, and gave him much more free time,
while retaining control of the house. "As for you, Nik, well, I don't know
how to say this. Your body is making me horny, and I want to fuck you."
"Ron!!!!" This was Dawn, who was surprised he had been so blunt about
it. Nicole seemed much more subdued, like she was thinking about it. Her
response revealed a level of maturity he hadn't known she'd had.
"If I let you, then you won't tell Mom about us?"
"Right."
"And we can still do this?"
"If you want to."
"Some of the girls at school say that sex hurts."
Ron wasn't sure how to answer this. He looked to Dawn for a little
help. Since she saw that Ron wasn't forcing the issue, Dawn decided to be
encouraging.
"It might hurt some the first time, Nikki. That's because he would
have to bust your cherry. But after that it feels great! And Ron will be
gentle, won't ya, Ron?" She smiled and gave a wink. Ron knew she was
cooperating on her own now, and wondered what that really meant.
"Nik, I'll tell you what I told Dawn. You're my sister, and I don't
want to hurt you. I will be as gentle as I can, but it's still going to hurt
this first time. After that, I think you might really enjoy it."
"Okay, Ron. Why don't you come in here? You're letting all the hot
air out."
Ron did just that. He nearly ripped off his clothes, and jumped in
the shower with them. Before anything else happened, though, Dawn had a
disturbing thought. "Ron, what about Mom?"
"She won't be home till late. She left a note."
That was the last barrier that needed to go. Ron was in charge here,
and he had to decide how he wanted to do it.
"Okay, Dawn, I want you to show Nikki how to suck my dick. Nik, watch
real close, so you can learn how."
Dawn kneeled down and began to apply her considerable talents to his
manhood, interrupting occasionally to tell Nikki something. Meanwhile, Ron
was gently fondling one of Nikki's breasts with one hand, and one of Dawn's
with the other. Ron was in absolute heaven. After a few minutes, Ron stopped
Dawn. "If you go any further, I'm gonna blow."
"Go ahead. You're 13, you'll recover pretty quick."
"Okay, if you say so." Dawn resumed her sucking, but was interrupted,
this time by Nikki.
"Can I try, Sis?" This shocked both Dawn and Ron.
"If you like. Why don't you start out just by licking the shaft, like
I showed you?"
Nikki did this, and was joined by Dawn. The sensation on Ron's cock
was starting to be more than he could take. He was thinking of baseball,
algebra, dissecting a frog, but nothing was working. Then, all of a sudden, a
small mouth engulfed about a third of his prick and started sucking, while her
tongue was lashing about the head like a writhing snake. Ron could take no
more. Nikki was a far better cocksucker than her older sister.
"Oh, crap, Nik! I'm gonna cum!" Nikki had been warned about this by
Dawn, but she had decided to swallow it. Nikki kept sucking and licking until
Ron exploded into her mouth, pouring squirt after squirt of come down her
little throat. She licked it all up, and his cock came out clean.
"Was that okay, Ron?" Nikki asked, in her naive way wanting to know
if her brother approved.
"Oh, hell yes, Nik! No offense, Dawn, but she's better than you at
that!" Dawn looked a little hurt, but it didn't really bother her, since she
already knew that: she'd been receiving Nikki's services now for almost a
year and a half.
They fooled around a little more in the shower, and Ron's cock was
soon standing at attention again.
"Looks like you're ready for more, little brother."
Ron was surprised. He'd never gotten a second erection after
masturbating. "Yeah, I guess I am. Why don't we go to my bedroom for the
rest, though? It'll be more comfortable."
They all agreed with that, and, after an abbreviated drying session,
they moved to Ron's room across the hall.
"Dawn, why don't you do to Nikki what she was doing to you when I
interrupted. I need to learn how to do that." Nikki laid on the bed with her
legs bent over the edge. Dawn kneeled down and placed her face at Nikki's
pussy. Ron knelt next to Dawn and observed.
Dawn first ran her tongue up and down Nikki's slit. Then, using her
fingers, she opened up Nikki's pussy and slid her tongue deep inside. Dawn
continued this, again acting the teacher as she would stop for a second to say
something to Ron. Nikki was writhing around on the bed in pure ecstasy by
now.
"Ron, finish this part off. See that little bud? That's her clit,
and it's real sensitive, sort of like the head of your dick. Give it a little
kiss." Dawn moved over, and Ron bent in. He sucked the little nubbin into
his mouth and sucked on it. All of a sudden, Nikki let out a squeal of
pleasure, and went all rigid. Ron continued sucking, flicking his tongue over
the little bud, until Nikki came down from her orgasm.
"That was an orgasm, Ron. Now, I think she's ready to be fucked.
Aren't you, Nikki?"
"I... I guess so." She looked at Ron pleadingly, "Please, Ron, go
slow?"
"Okay, Nik." Ron positioned himself at her entrance. He was turned
on just looking at her pussy, completely bereft of any hair. Slowly, as Dawn
played with Nikki's nipples, Ron pressed his cock into her. God, was she
*Tight*. Finally, he reached her hymen. Slowly, he pulled back out, until he
had just the head of his cock in her. He pushed back in, and out for a few
minutes, until she had loosened up.
"This next part is the part that's going to hurt, Nikki. Once I've
done it, I'll stay still until you tell me your okay. Alright?"
"Uh-huh" There was fear in her voice, but it was hard to hear over
the wanting. Ron had decided the best way would be to plunge in as far as he
could as hard as he could. He pulled his cock out so that just the head was
in, placed his hands on her hips for leverage, and thrust as hard and as fast
as he could. Nikki let out a short scream, and Ron froze, his cock buried
about two-thirds the way in.
"Nikki, are you okay?" He was very concerned that he might actually
have hurt her.
"Yeah, I... I think so. Don't move for a while, okay?"
"I won't move until you say." Well, that wasn't entirely true. His
position was such that he *did* lean over and suck on one of her nipples.
After a couple of minutes of this, which was only getting her hotter, Nikki
said, "Okay, Ron. I'm ready. But go slow at first."
"Okay, Nik. Here goes." Ron started out with a slow rhythm, until he
was sure Nicole was going to be okay. Then he gradually picked up the pace as
his excitement rose. Dawn had straddled Nikki's face, and Nikki was expertly
eating out her sister. 'Damn! What a view!' Ron could not believe his luck.
'Two women in the same house as me whom I can now screw when I want. I
wonder if I should make it three?' The thought of his mother's ass swaying
beneath her robe yesterday morning, and what it might look like *outside* of
her robe, sent him over the edge. He came in Nikki with considerable force,
and this sent her over the edge for about the fourth time. Nikki must have
sucked harder on Dawn, because she started coming at almost the same time.
For quite a while, Ron's room was filled with a lot of groaning and moaning.
Finally, they all fell in a pile, limp. Ron made sure to roll off of Nicole,
so as not to hurt her, but he didn't remove his dick. Her pussy was just such
a nice, warm place. They all fell asleep like that.
Tuesday morning, Ron was still apprehensive about school. He was
constantly worried now that he might accidentally make someone do something
that would give him away. He was starting to learn a little control; he was
able to tune out the "whispers" so that he could concentrate on schoolwork,
but that influence he'd always had was still there, ever present. Then Ron
finally realized that, if people suddenly *stopped* agreeing with him, this
too might be noticed, so he stopped trying to turn this part of him off.
The day was going along smoothly until third period, his English
class. As soon as he walked into the room, he _knew_ he was being watched.
Not in the normal sense that someone looks at you for more than just a glance,
but someone was aware of him as a force to be reckoned with. He took a quick
look around, but he had no idea who or what he was sensing was. This
disturbing feeling followed him throughout the day, and upset him more than
anything else had to this point. He was glad when the school day ended.
He was mildly disappointed to find that Tammy would be eating with
them tonight. 'Then again' he thought, 'Mom will be home, anyway, so there's
not much I could do with my sisters anyhow. How should I deal with Mom? One
way or another, I'm going to have to do *something*. Sooner or later she's
going to notice that my sisters and I are getting along _much_ better. Do I
want to add her to my collection? I'll have to think about that.'
The night passed without incident, but Ron wasn't sure whether he was
glad for that or not. He did take the opportunity to refine Nikki's orders,
now that she was part of the action. He removed her orders to ignore unusual
activity, and rerouted it to an inability to talk about it with anyone other
than him or Dawn. He realised that both of his sisters were now his willing
sex slaves, but that didn't seem to bother him very much.
When his mother came in to say goodnight and give him his usual hug,
and what had become the usual kiss on the cheek, Ron decided to go one step
further. He stood up and gave her a hug, but instead of kissing her on the
cheek in passing, he leaned back some and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
Nothing that could be denoted as sexual (yet), just a quick peck.
Nevertheless, his mother gave him a very strange look, but she said nothing.
'Interesting reaction' he thought. 'I half expected her to yell at me for
that.' He decided not to worry over this one, but he knew now that he wanted
to add Mom to his group, but in a special way: He wanted _her_ to come to
_him_. He wasn't sure how to accomplish this, but he knew he was on the right
path. She had allowed him more latitude in the last few days than ever
before, and he was going to push just as far as he could.
Wednesday morning brought a certain dread to Ron. He knew
instinctively that the who or what that had been watching him would still be
there today. 'Maybe I should stay home today, have Mom call me in sick. Nah,
that won't achieve anything. Sooner or later, I'm going to have to face
whatever it is. Besides, maybe it's just more power coming out, and it just
feels like someone's watching.' He knew this was wrong, but it felt
reassuring to think it.
As soon as he arrived at school, he knew his reassuring thought was
wrong. Whatever it was, it was external to him. He could feel it, almost
tangible now, pounding on his head like a drum. Then, suddenly, the feeling
drew back, almost ceasing, as if someone realized they were pushing too hard.
Ron was scared now: this ... thing... was acting too much like a person to be
just an "it". He looked around at all the people, but he saw nothing.
The feeling quickly died away into the background as classes begun,
but Ron was unable to concentrate on schoolwork, for he was too busy thinking
about the "watcher" as he had taken to calling that feeling. 'Who is it? And
what do they want?' He would find out soon enough, but he didn't know that.
The feeling disappeared entirely at the end of the day, and Ron was
able to concentrate on other matters. Soon enough, History class came, and
when Ron saw Mrs. Hayes today, he almost fell out of his seat. Her sweater
was about a size and a half too small for her, and he could tell now that she
was NOT wearing a bra. He could see her nipples tenting the material on the
front of her sweater. Her outfit was all black, and her skirt today was quite
snug, ending an inch above her knees, with short slits up the sides to
facilitate walking. Ron gave up on trying to listen to her lecture, and
daydreamed about what he would do _if_ he could ever get her alone. He knew
this was almost impossible, but he was planning for it, anyway. He knew that
all the things that had happened to him over the last week were impossible,
too, but they'd happened.
As the class droned on, Ron started to compare Jessica with all his
other choices, and he realized she really wasn't anything special. He *would*
take her, but more as a matter of revenge than anything else. She had taunted
him all these months, staying entirely out of reach. Now that he could have
her anytime he wanted, he found her less desirable. He compared her briefly
with Mrs. Hayes, and she lost almost instantly. Her only advantage was
availability, and that wasn't a real big plus.
As the class bell rang ending the school day, Ron was startled when
Mrs. Hayes called his name. "Ron? Jessica? could you two stay for a few
minutes?" Ron had no idea what this was about. He knew he wasn't in any
trouble; he wasn't the sort of kid to do that stuff. Ron and Jessica headed
to the front of the room as the rest of the students filed out.
"Ron, I need to ask a favor of you." Mrs. Hayes began. "I know it's
late in the year, but Jessica has developed some rather serious problems with
her History grades. I was wondering if you would be willing to take her on as
one of your students, and tutor her so that she can get her grades up?"
Ron really didn't want to: he had all the students he needed, and was
making good money already. But, he realized, this would get him an
opportunity to be alone with Jessica, and that was something he looked forward
to. "Okay, Mrs. Hayes. So long as her parents agree with it, I've got no
problems. They do know that all the sessions are at my house?"
"Yes, Ron. They have no problem with that. What night would be best
for you?"
"Well, if her problem is really as serious as you say, she probably
needs more than one night a week. I still have an opening at 8:00 on Thursday
and Friday nights." Ron's tutoring was one hour sessions, and they ended at
9:00, so Jessica would be his last student of the night. That way, anything
he did wouldn't interfere with his other students.
"Okay. I've told them to call you tonight, so you should get a call
from them. Jessica, make sure to tell your parents about Ron's
recommendation before they call, okay?"
"Yes ma'am. I'll let them know as soon as I get home."
"Okay. That's all. You both can go."
Ron was about to leave when he realized he had an opportunity here
that he had just half an hour ago decided was "impossible".
"Mrs. Hayes? can I talk to you for a couple more minutes? I have a
couple of questions about our final projects." This was true, he did have a
question, but it was also a good excuse.
"Sure, Ron. I'll see you tomorrow, Jessica."
"Bye, Mrs. Hayes." She didn't deem Ron worthy of a good-bye, but he
was too busy planning to be upset by that. He was sending all sorts of images
to her now, stuff that he knew would have his sisters climbing all over him.
But it was having no effect. She just sat in her chair and waited.
'What the hell is going on? Have I lost it? Or doesn't it work on
adults? Maybe I should try a different way...'
Ron sent out a command. 'Massage your breasts.'
Slowly, Mrs. Hayes' hands moved up to her breasts and started kneading
them. This was very attractive, but Ron thought something else would be more
so. 'Grab the bottom of your sweater and raise it over your head.' Again,
she did as instructed. The view was incredible. While her face was
obstructed by the sweater, he had a clear view of the mounds on her chest.
And heavenly mounds they were. 'You may not move or scream, except as I tell
you.' He hoped this command would work: it was vaguer than most. He
carefully reached out and caressed her tit. She shuddered, but she did not
scream. Not being able to see her face, he wasn't sure whether she was trying
to or not. 'Pull your sweater off.' She did so, and lowered her arms. Ron
reached over and took the sweater out of her hands, and laid it on the desk.
He reached over and stroked her tit again. The look on her face was fire.
Her expression contained all the rage and hatred in the world. Ron actually
found that rather exciting.
'Stand up...Now unsnap your skirt....Push it off your hips... Step out
of it.' Now she was clad only in her stockings, panties, and high-heels.
This was a very alluring view, but Ron wanted more. Then he decided to do a
comparison test. Ron had her sit back down in her chair, but he sat on her
desk right in front of her.
'Kiss the head of my cock....Now lick it up and down the shaft....Now
suck it until I say stop.' She did everything she was told. The experience
was great. Not as good as Nikki, but then he didn't think anybody could beat
his sister at cocksucking. He started to get really excited, and he knew he
was about to come. 'Swallow my come.' When he came, she swallowed all of
it, and kept right on sucking.
After a minute or so for recovery, Ron decided he wanted the rest of
her. Ron stood her up and told her not to move. He moved over to her, and,
standing as tall as he could, gave her a kiss on the lips. She gave no
reaction, except the look in her eyes, which was pretty much a constant now.
'You may respond to my actions, but only in a favorable way.' He kissed her
again. This time, she kissed back, with some force. He felt her tongue
caress his lips, and he opened his mouth to admit it. Her tongue explored his
mouth, and then she sucked his tongue into her mouth. They tongue-wrestled
for a while, but then Ron's legs got tired, and he broke off the kiss.
Kneeling down, Ron took a closer look at her panty-clad pussy. He could see
stray hairs poking out of her panties, and he could no longer resist getting a
better look. He was just going to pull her panties off, but then he changed
his mind. They were flimsy enough that he grabbed hold with both hands, and
tore them off of her. He would take these home as a souvenir of the
experience. Now Ron had an unobstructed view of her pussy. It was completely
covered with hair, and he couldn't see much. Ron cupped her mound with his
hand, and he felt her shiver. He also noticed that she was quite wet between
her legs. He knew enough to realize this meant she was very excited, and
ready for more. He bent in and flicked his tongue across her pussy lips. A
moan escaped her lips, and she spread her legs to allow him access. Ron ate
her out for several minutes, her juices coating his face and her inner thighs.
She shuddered several times, but Ron couldn't tell if these were orgasms or
not. Finally, he grew tired of this, and stood up.
'Mrs. Hayes, bend down and lick my face clean.' This she did, but the
look of hatred in her eyes betrayed her real thoughts. However, her actions
were splendid. Ron's cock was straining to be in something tight and warm
right now. When she had finished her task, Ron bent her over her desk. He
had read about this position in the few copies of Playboy and Penthouse that
he'd been able to get his hands on. Ron didn't waste any time, he thrust his
dick full into her on the first stroke. A long moan ushered from her lips,
and her hips were moving in small circles now. Ron had to hurry, he couldn't
be too late getting home, so he pounded her fast and hard. She came once,
before he did, and then he came deep inside her belly, with a force that
shocked him, so strong was it.
After they both came down, he had her dress and sit at her desk. He
gave her verbal instructions not to remember any of it, not to notice that she
didn't have on panties, and a couple of other commands to help him out in
school a bit. Ron was not unaware of the non-sexual benefits of his power,
and he was putting them to good use. Finished, Ron hurried to pick up his
sister at her school. She would probably be upset that he was late, but,
maybe not, given their recent change in relationship. Ron knew the whole
world was changing for him, and he was starting to understand that, so long as
he was careful, the rest of his life could be very entertaining indeed.
End Chapter 2
Subject: STORY: CAMP - Part 1 - Chapter 3 of 5 (mc, plot enhancement, no sex)
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 10 Jul 1997 19:55:50 GMT
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If you're into the story, you need to read this chapter.
Please see Chapter 0 for all disclaimers and messages.
Feel free to send all comments, questions, and story ideas to:
whitestar@psynet.net
Enjoy!
Thanks,
WhiteStar
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CAMP - Part 1 - Ron Begins His Journey
by WhiteStar
Chapter 3: Ron's Introduction to CAMP
Ron was in a very chipper mood when he picked up Nikki, who actually
didn't seem to mind having to wait for him. "Can we, you know, when we get
home?" she asked. It was so cute the way she wouldn't say it, but she really
wanted to fuck.
"We'll have to see, Nik. I'm not sure when Mom's going to get home
tonight. Plus, Jerry's coming over for tutoring at 7:00."
"Oh, yeah. You and your tutoring. When will we ever..." She let the
question hang there.
"Don't worry about that, Nikki. We'll find the time. I had as much
fun yesterday as you did." 'Probably more, but I didn't realize that I was
turning my sister into a nympho.' He wasn't at all unhappy at her interest in
him: She had a nice body, and a tight, warm pussy for him to fuck, not to
mention her sucking talents. He could get addicted to Nikki real fast. The
only problem was, he had another conquest in mind for the home now. Mom would
be a much tougher case, since he had laid a restraint on himself. She had to
come to him for the final act of sex. He could lead her on and right up to
it, but he wanted her to make the final move on her own, without his...
urging.
As they arrived home, they spotted a man ringing the doorbell at their
house. They walked up quietly, but he turned their way when they were still
thirty feet away.
"Ah, excuse me, children. Do you live here?" The man was polite, but
he seemed to exude an arrogance that Ron wasn't sure he liked.
"Yes, sir, we do. Can I help you?" Ron had been raised to be polite
to all guests, whether he liked them or not.
"I am here to speak with Ronald Chaffey. Is that you?" Ron sensed
that this guy already knew the answer to this question, but was asking out of
some kind of protocol.
"Yes I am, but I don't know you. Who are you, and what do you want?"
Ron was wary now, but still trying to remain polite.
"My name is Michael McGavin. As to what I want, I think it best that
you and I discuss that somewhere other than your front lawn. It has to do
with some recent... changes... you have discovered in yourself."
'Oh, shit!!!! This guy's a fed! He knows about me! I'm dead!'
Apparently, Mr. McGavin could read his mind. "I mean you no harm,
Ronald. Please, if we could go inside and talk for a while?"
Ron didn't see much choice in the matter. He needed to know what this
guy was about. "Okay." They walked into the house, and Ron turned to Nikki.
"Nikki, go up to your room and do your homework." Ron reinforced this with a
mental order, and Nicole reluctantly went upstairs.
"Very well done, Ronald. Nice control, and well disguised."
"Look, who ARE you? And stop calling me Ronald. Everyone calls me
Ron."
"Very well, Ron. And I told you, I'm -"
Ron interrupted. "I don't mean your name. I mean, who ARE you?"
"Ah, yes. well, let's start at the beginning. Here's my card."
Mike McGavin
Corporation for the Advancement of
Mental Proficiency
Recruitment Officer
"Well, that doesn't really tell me anything, Mr. McGavin."
"Yes, I know. The company was purposely named that way. It keeps the
dangerously curious away. The Corporation, or CAMP, as it is called, is a
private organization devoted to the development of certain mental skills.
Certain skills that you possess."
"What makes you think so?" Ron tried to bluff, but he knew it
wouldn't work.
"Well, first off, you've already demonstrated them to me, but more to
the point, I've already scanned you. You have The Ability."
"The ability to what?"
"You misunderstand. The Ability is what we call what you can do. It
is a much wider phenomenon than what you have discovered so far, but you're
learning. I did only a cursory scan, but I found enough to know that you are
a genuine Talent."
"I'm a little confused." Actually, Ron was a LOT confused, but he was
catching on quick.
"Okay, let me explain. CAMP was formed to help people like yourself
to learn to manipulate The Ability. Many people like yourself in the past
never learned how to use this power, and it sometimes made them go mad. CAMP
is trying to stop that sort of thing by teaching people with The Ability how
to use it."
"Okay, what do you want with me, then?"
"Well, Ron, your power is just emerging. We like to catch Talents at
this stage, so that they can avoid some of the more devastating mistakes.
Don't worry, you haven't even touched upon any of those yet. My scan would
have shown if you had. What I am here to do is to offer you a membership in
CAMP. With your membership will come training, and a large number of people
to help you out if you ever get in a jam. CAMP has but one inviolable rule,
and that is that its' members MUST help each other when help is needed."
"What would the training be like?"
"Well, we would bring you up to one of our facilities for about six to
eight weeks. We could do it over the summer, so that it didn't interfere with
your schooling. We try to make the training as inconspicuous as possible.
Just think, if anyone asks, your mother can tell them you're away at summer
camp, and she'd be telling the absolute truth!" Mike chuckled at this. Ron
did find it funny, but was too far in shock to laugh.
"Well, I assume you have further questions, Ron, so ask away. I'll
answer all the questions I can. There are no secrets regarding The Ability
from the membership. We do have some secrets regarding the organization's
operation, but you probably don't want to know about all that anyway. Go
ahead, ask your questions."
"Okay. Let me think... Oh! Is there somebody following me?"
"You felt that, huh? I told him to be careful. Yes, there was. That
was one of our agents. He was trying to find out if you were ready for
contact yet. He's new in the field, and hasn't had enough experience to be
truly covert yet. Don't worry; there are no government agencies hunting us.
We've made sure of this." Ron understood what Mike meant by "made sure of".
"Why did I end up with this thing?"
"No one knows why, Ron. We haven't really done any extensive medical
testing, because that's not what we're for, but I can tell you that the
demographics, that is, the type of people who get The Ability, aren't
consistently one type of person. We get male, female, white, black, asian,
native american, hispanic, all types."
"Oh! I just thought of something else, but I'm kind of embarrased to
bring it up..."
"Look, Ron. CAMP _does_not_judge_. We make no rules concerning
lifestyle. Whatever you want to do with your power, that's your business,
except for one thing, which we'll get to later. Ask your question."
"Well, I was trying to get my teacher to come on to me by sending her
images. This had worked with my sister, but it didn't work with her. Why
not?"
"That was our doing, I'm afraid. We needed to know if you had reached
the point of direct motor control."
"Direct *what*?"
"Sorry, I'm speaking in jargon again. We needed to know whether or
not you could directly control her movements, without having the cooperation
of her mind. As you noticed, she was very upset throughout the process wasn't
she? Please know, I wasn't observing, but I'm going on past experiences
related to me."
"Yes, she looked like she wanted to kill me. But she did what I told
her to do."
"That was the test. Our field agent had set up a barrier in her mind
to your images, but not to the direct motor control. This is one of the
things we look for before making contact."
"So your agent was watching me while I... um..."
"Not as such. He was aware of the teacher's actions, and whether they
were her motivation or yours. Obviously, he knows what went on, but that
really wasn't his concern. If you had made her go jump off a bridge and kill
herself, I would still be here."
"Geez! Why would I want to make her do THAT!?"
"Just an example. And a reminder: CAMP doesn't judge your
activities. We only instruct, and help build a community of people with The
Ability. It helps them through tougher times if they have a group of people
to turn to."
"Does CAMP ever step in to stop someone doing something?"
"Well, yes. If the actions of a member are seen to be destructive to
CAMP, or to the CAMP community as a whole, one of our special Field Operatives
would be sent to deal with the problem. But we have not had to do that very
often. CAMP does make one request of its membership: that you never run for
public office."
"Why?"
"It's too easy to tell. When everybody agrees with you, and you get
everything you want passed, *somebody* is bound to notice and look into it.
That's the sort of exposure CAMP doesn't want."
"I'm sure I've got lots of questions, but I can't think of them right
now."
"Okay, no problem. Let's do this: I need a little info on you,
anyway, so let's get that out of the way. I've got all your vital stats from
records, but what I need to know is, what applications of The Ability have you
managed on your own up to this point? No, first, how long have you been
conscious of The Ability?"
"About a week. No, since last Friday afternoon, actually."
"Okay, and you've managed to do what?" Mike seemed impressed by this
statement, but Ron didn't know why.
"Well, let me think.... I stopped a bully from beating me up, I got
both my Mom and Dad to agree that Dad wouldn't see me anymore, I made my
sister take her clothes off, then I made her have sex with me. Oh yeah. I
have a question about that."
"Shoot."
"Why does she think it was her idea? I mean, I put the image in her
head, but she still thinks it was her idea to have sex."
"It was the way you did it. It is a thing called "mental control".
You changed her thinking to get what you wanted. Eventually, she will realize
it wasn't her idea, but by then, I imagine you will have established something
beyond the original encounter."
"Yeah, I've already done that. Okay, after that... I made my younger
sister be nicer to me and do some of my chores....Then we all had sex... No,
wait. There was no mental thing there, that was blackmail." Ron smiled at
that, remembering yesterday's encounter. "I've also started hearing some
thoughts, mostly about me, and then there was today with Mrs. Hayes, and your,
what did you call it?"
"Direct motor control."
"Yeah, that. One other thing. Mom has been acting kind of funny
lately."
"How so?"
"Well, I've kinda been doing stuff she would normally object to, but
she isn't."
"Please be more specific. What have you done?"
"Well," Ron squirmed a bit. He wasn't really comfortable talking
about his plans to seduce his mother. "I started giving her kisses on the
cheek, which I never did before, and last night I gave her a quick kiss on the
lips. I thought she was going to say something last night, but she didn't,
she just looked at me, then left."
"Oh. That _is_ interesting. Not many people get to that level so
quickly. What you are experiencing with your mother is called "Mental
Conditioning". It differs from mental control in that it is more permanent,
and affects the whole of her brain. In the course of time, she will come to
accept that your kisses are the normal way things should be. I am surprised
at this. For someone only consciously using his powers for six days, you have
developed some remarkable skills. You may be one of the most powerful Talents
we've encountered. Really, we need to get you into the program. Are you
willing to accept membership?"
"Well, yeah, but I probably can't afford it. And I know Mom can't
afford to send me to an eight week school."
"You misunderstand. There is no cost on your part. Actually, while
at the school, you will be given a weekly allowance to spend as you please in
the town where CAMP is located. We will, of course, need your mother's
approval to bring you to CAMP, but that is only so that she doesn't call the
police on us."
"In that case-" Just then, Dawn walked in the door.
"Hey, Ron! How are.... who're you?" She stood, staring at Mike.
'Dawn, come give me a kiss.' Dawn walked over to Ron, plopped into
his lap, and gave him a big, open-mouthed kiss. Ron enjoyed this for a while,
then broke it off. "Nikki is upstairs. Why don't you go... shower?"
Dawn got the hint. She whispered, "will you be joining us?"
"No. I need to talk with Mr. McGavin there some more, and Jerry will
be over at 7:00. Do you know when Mom is gonna be home?"
"She'll be home at her normal time tonight. There's nothing special
going on." With that, Dawn bounced off Ron's lap and up the stairs.
"You are actually quite good at mental control, Ron. Well, let me get
out the papers here..." As he was digging, Mrs. Chaffey walked in the front
door.
"Hello, Ron. Well, who is this?"
"Mom this is Mr. McGavin. He's a..."
"I'm a CAMP counselor, ma'am."
"A camp counselor, huh? Well, what kind of camp? Whatever it is,
it's probably expensive."
"No, ma'am. As I was just explaining to Ron, we are interested in him
because of some of his unique abilities. We would like to send him to CAMP
during the summer for some additional training that will help him as he grows
up and enters the adult world to be a more focused and productive individual.
Not that he wouldn't be otherwise, but we believe that people like Ron, who
are already so capable, can benefit from some additional schooling of a more
specific nature. I don't really want to try to explain it all...."
"That won't be necessary. I probably wouldn't understand it anyway.
Ron's always been big on Science and the higher maths. The best I do is the
business math course I took in college. Well, how much would this camp cost?"
Mike let her draw her own conclusion about CAMP's training subjects,
and, as expected, she couldn't possibly come up with what it was really all
about. "Well, ma'am, actually, the cost to you would be nothing at all. Our
camp is underwritten by several companies who feel that these special
individuals can become extraordinary citizens of the future, with just a
little extra help. We will even pay for Ron's travel fees to get to and from
CAMP, as well as a weekly stipend for recreational use."
"Well, how long _is_ this camp, and when?"
"The camp is an ongoing program, but we would obviously want to send
Ron during the summer, so as not to interfere with his normal schooling. The
session lasts between six and eight weeks, depending on Ron's progress rate.
The session is on a "set your own pace" basis, so an exact time can't be
given. I'd like to sign Ron up for our June 15th session. That would bring
him back here at the latest by August 20th, and the next school year doesn't
start until the 4th of September."
"Where do I sign?" Mrs. Chaffey was all too happy to help Ron, though
she would miss him during those eight weeks. She knew her son was special:
he was smart, and a hard worker. She hoped he would get something out of this
camp. "I assume, Ron, that you want to go?" This was almost an afterthought.
"Yeah, Mom. I like the camp as he described it to me."
"Okay." Mrs. Chaffey signed the forms and handed them back to Mike.
"Thank you, Mrs. Chaffey. Now then, Ron and I still have just a few
things to go over..." Mike looked at Ron, and Ron got the message. He looked
Mom in the eye and said, "Mom, could you leave us alone for a little while?"
Although it was phrased as a question, it carried the force of an order. She
had no choice but to obey.
"Okay, Ron. Dinner will be ready in an hour."
"What're we having?"
"Lasagna!" His mother loved making Italian.
"Mom makes great lasagna." Mike's mind seemed to be on something
other than food.
"Ron, you are one hell of a lucky guy."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I've seen both your sisters, and your Mom. With all that
walking around, and what you can do...." Mike just let that go, and Ron
laughed. "Ron, I don't normally do this, but I think you're up to it. I want
to give you a challenge."
"Okay, what?"
"You've got about two and a half months until you come up to CAMP. I
want you to try to complete the Mental Conditioning of your mother by then.
It'll be tough, but I think you can do it. What do you say?"
"You don't have to twist _my_ arm!" Ron laughed, and so did Mike.
"Hey, Mr. McGavin, why didn't you just tell my Mom to go away?"
"I'm not allowed to. This is your home, and these people are your
family. By the etiquette of CAMP, which you are not expected at this time to
know, I'm not allowed to influence them in your presence. I may influence
them in minor ways if you're not here, but to do so in your presence is
considered rude."
"Oh. I'll remember that. What if I have questions between now and
when I go to CAMP?"
"Well, if it's not urgent, just write it down so you don't forget it.
If it's an emergency, call the number on the back of the card. You won't get
me, but you'll get somebody who can access your case file, and give you some
good advice. You are now a member of CAMP. We will do all we can to help
you. Thank you for your time, Ron. I'll be going now. See you in June, and
I hope you complete your project."
"I'll sure be working on it." Ron said with a wink. 'This is going
to be a fun summer.'
End Chapter 3
Subject: STORY: CAMP - Part 1 - Chapter 4 of 5 (mc, m/f, teen, m/f/f, inc)
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 10 Jul 1997 19:59:33 GMT
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See Chapter 0 for all disclaimers and messages.
Feel free to send all comments, questions and story ideas to:
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Thanks,
WhiteStar
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CAMP - Part 1 - Ron Begins His Journey
by WhiteStar
Chapter 4: The Education of Jessica Simmons
After Mr. McGavin left, Ron went into the kitchen to find his mother.
She was at the counter, preparing dinner. Ron walked up behind her and gave
her a hug from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. His mother went
stiff for a second, but then seemed to relax, and leaned back ever so
slightly.
"Ron, you shouldn't do that." she said.
"Why not, Mom?"
She hesitated, unsure of what she was thinking, then, as if her mind
had switched tracks, she brightened a bit. "Because I can't make your dinner
with you holding me like this." Ron giggled, and gave a squeeze before
letting go.
"How come your home early tonight, Mom?"
"Well, we finished up at the office, and I wanted to make you guys a
special dinner, so I thought I'd come home early. Anything wrong with that?"
"No, I was just wonderin'. You know I like it when your home."
'Especially now, with my "project" due in less than three months.' He grinned
to himself, but his thought was interrupted when the phone rang. He went over
and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Is this Ron?"
"Yes. Who am I speaking to?"
"Ron, this is Mrs. Simmons, Jessica's mother. She told us that you
would be willing to tutor her. You also said you wanted to see her twice a
week, is that right?"
"Yes, ma'am. Since it's so late in the year, we're going to have to
work a little harder to catch up."
"Well, I appreciate you taking the time. Mrs. Hayes said your usual
rate is $10 an hour. Since she's going to need so much extra help, may I pay
you $15 an hour?"
"That's not really necessary, Mrs. Simmons. As a matter of fact,
chances are that our sessions will run longer than an hour each night. She
will be my last student on both of those nights. I did that so I could use as
much time as I felt we needed. The $10 an hour is fine with me, I don't
really think I need more than that."
"Well. It is unusual for someone to turn down _extra_ pay. Will you
at least allow me to pay you for the extra time you spend?"
Ron wasn't trying to be generous, he was trying to salve his
conscience. He knew that the "extra time" wasn't going to be spent
*studying*, after all. "There's really no need for that, Mrs. Simmons. I
tell you what, if you feel you need to pay me something extra, let's do this:
wait until the end of the year, and see what Jessica's grade is. If it's high
enough, then you can pay me a bonus for what you think my work was worth,
okay?"
"Alright, Ron. That sounds like a good idea. That way, we'll know
how much you helped. You do want to start tomorrow night, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am. And the sessions will be here. Do you have any problems
with that?"
"No. Should I?" she chuckled.
"No, ma'am, but some parents are a little, concerned, about their
daughters with a teenage guy, if you know what I mean."
"Well, I trust you, Ron. Besides, your mother is usually home by
then, isn't she?"
"Yes, ma'am. Usually she is home well before eight."
"OK, then. No problem. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, Mrs. Simmons. Good-bye."
"Who was that, Ron?" his mother asked.
"That was Mrs. Simmons, Mom. I have a new student starting tomorrow
night."
"Anyone I know?"
"Um, no I don't think you've ever met Jessica. She's in my History
class. Apparently she's having a lot of trouble with the end of the year
material."
"Do try not to overload yourself, dear. That's four students you've
got. That's quite a lot of extra work."
"Don't worry, Mom. I'm keeping up with my schoolwork, no problem.
This won't be any harder than before."
"OK, just make sure you're not overworking yourself."
Just then, Ron remembered that he needed to make sure his mom wouldn't
take any notice of his activities with Jessica tomorrow night. The only way
to do that would be to program her.
"Mom?" He waited for her to turn her head and then he looked directly
into her eyes. "You will not remember what I am about to say, but you will
obey me...."
Thursday was pretty uneventful at school. The "watcher" was gone, and
Ron was getting better at tuning out the "whispers". On the other hand, he
found that, with a little effort, he was beginning to be able to hear thoughts
that were not about him.
When History class rolled around, Ron was a little nervous. he was
worried that his programming of Mrs. Hayes wouldn't hold. She acted in a
normal fashion, however, going about her business as usual. When class ended,
Ron reminded Jessica of their appointment, and walked home. There was a
message on the answering machine when he got there.
"Ron, honey, I've got caught with an assignment here at work. I won't
be able to make it home until eight or nine o'clock. There's some money on my
dresser for dinner, or you can heat up the leftover lasagna, whatever you guys
want to do. Sorry, I'll see you when I get home. Love ya, bye."
'Well, no big deal there.' This happened a lot, since Mrs. Chaffey
was a high level executive in her company. She was often tasked with the
important stuff, and it caused her to be late a lot. Usually, Ron would have
been annoyed at having to take care of dinner. On the other hand, it did
allow him some time for Nikki...
Ron headed upstairs and found Nicole in her room, changing out of her
school clothes. He snuck up behind her as she was pulling her shirt off, and
put his arms around her, massaging her tits with his hands.
"Ooooh, Ron. That feels good."
"You in the mood, Nik?"
"I'm always in the mood for _you_, big brother! But what about Mom,
and Dawn?"
"Dawn will be home shortly, and she's free to join us if she wants.
Mom will be late again."
Ron laid Nikki down on her bed, and slipped her skirt off her hips.
She lifted up to help him, and she slid her panties down, too. Now she was
lying on her back, completely naked. Ron stood up and admired the view for a
second, wondering what he wanted to do. Then he kneeled down and maneuvered
her around so that his mouth was at her pussy. He licked her up and down,
then used his tongue to probe her love tunnel. Nicole was moaning and
writhing around on the bed, and murmuring to herself, "Yes, that's sooo good,
keep it up, Oh, God, that feels great."
Ron flicked his tongue across her clit, and Nikki shuddered and
screamed, "Oh, Yes!" Ron continued lashing her clit until he had Nikki
squirming so hard he almost couldn't keep hold of her. Then he took her clit
into his mouth and began to suck on it. Nikki's body went rigid as she
climaxed, and Ron lapped up all of her juices.
When Nikki came down, Ron sat beside her on the bed and said, "Now
it's your turn."
Nicole was more than willing to reciprocate. Ron had already pulled
off his shirt, and so Nikki went to work on his jeans. With his help she got
his jeans off, and then pulled down his underwear. Eating out his sister had
already gotten Ron quite hard, but he stiffened even further when Nikki
wrapped her little hand around his shaft and started pumping. She continued
this for a few strokes, then started kissing all over his shaft. Ron leaned
back and enjoyed the experience.
Nikki was really enjoying herself. She was good at this, and knew it.
She also knew she was making Ron happy, and after what he'd just done for
her, that was the least she could do for him. She started licking his cock,
and then planted a sloppy, wet kiss on the head of his cock. She felt him
shudder, and figured he was enjoying the experience, which he was. She sucked
the head of his cock into her mouth and started swirling her tongue around it.
She knew from their last encounter that he couldn't take too much of this, so
she began sucking more and more of his shaft into her mouth. She got almost
half in before it hit the back of her throat. She was afraid to go any
further, though her friend Danielle had told her that some girls took it all
the way down their throat. Nicole wasn't sure whether to believe Danielle or
not. Maybe she ought to ask Dawn. Nikki stopped thinking about that, and
concentrated on the cock in her mouth. Ron was really bucking now, and she
figured he was about to come. She started sucking as hard as she could,
swirling her tongue and pumping on the part of his dick not in her mouth. Ron
tensed, and came. And came, and came. And Nikki swallowed it all.
"I see you two just couldn't wait to get started." said Dawn from the
doorway. Their was amusement in her voice.
"Oh... Hi, Dawn" said Ron, gasping just a bit. "Sorry, we... just..."
"Oh, no need to explain. So long as you both saved some for me."
"No problem Dawn. I just got him warmed up." Nikki replied. "Why
don't you have him eat your pussy? He's really good at that."
Dawn got undressed, and Ron laid down fully on the bed. Nikki was
rubbing him back to hardness, and Dawn straddled his face. Ron started
licking just as he felt Nikki shift positions on the bed. He lost his rhythm
a bit as he felt Nikki's hot, tight little pussy engulf his cock, but he
quickly recovered.
Nikki was too hot to start slow. As soon as she'd gotten Ron's cock
inside her, she was bucking up and down on it. She was moving as fast as her
body would carry her, and she was swiftly approaching orgasm. Meanwhile, Ron
was giving Dawn's pussy a good tongue-lashing, and Dawn was enjoying every
minute of it. Ron reached up and fondled Dawn's tits, paying special
attention to her nipples. Watching her brother and sister like this drove
Nikki over the edge, and she came loudly, bucking and screaming, her pussy
squeezing Ron's cock in ways that made him wish she'd never stop.
Eventually she did, and she rolled off of him. Dawn was well
lubricated by this time, and Ron figured she was ready for more.
"You ready for me, Sis?"
"Yeah, Ron, but wait... We need a condom."
"I'll go get it" offered Nikki. "You two keep going." That was more
or less Ron's doing, though Nikki might have done it on her own, given her
present state of mind regarding her siblings. Ron continued to eat out his
sister, paying extra homage to her clit, and Dawn leaned over and started
sucking on his cock to keep it hard.
Nikki returned shortly with the package, and Dawn opened it. Nikki
watched as Dawn slowly rolled it onto Ron's cock, making it part of the sexual
experience. Ron enjoyed this immensely.
Dawn got off of Ron's face and straddled his body. Nikki held his
cock while Dawn lowered herself onto it. A deep moan escaped her lips as her
hips made contact with his. She stayed that way for a moment, making small
little circles with her hips. Then she began pumping. Slowly she increased
the pace, until her movement was almost a blur. She leaned forward to alter
the experience, and Ron bent up and took one nipple into his mouth. Dawn
leaned forward to make his reach easier. They kept this up for several
minutes, Ron alternating tits, and Dawn slamming up and down on his cock.
Finally, Ron felt that urge building up in him.
"I'm about to come, Sis!" Dawn increased her pace and started
grinding her hips, so that her clit was making more contact as she slammed
down on his cock. Just then, Ron lightly nipped one of her nipples with his
teeth while he lightly pinched the other. Dawn went completely rigid, and let
out a moan that might have been heard next door. Her pussy was pulsing on
Ron's cock, and that was more than he could take. He came for the second time
in an hour, and he knew he was spent. He and Dawn lay their in each other's
arms for a few minutes, but then Dawn got up to go take a shower.
"Want to join me, Ron?" She offered.
"No, I don't think I'd survive, Dawn! But Nikki looks like she's
ready for more. Why don't you take her with you?"
"Okay." She came over and gave him one final, deep kiss. "Thanks,
little brother. Come on, Nikki, we both need a shower!"
Nikki and Dawn headed for the shower, and Ron laid on his bed,
wondering whether he'd have anything left for Jessica. Just the thought of
her caused his loins to stir, so he knew he'd be okay in a couple hours.
Jessica arrived promptly at 8:00.
"Hello, Jessica, give me just a second here. Okay, Tom. You think
you've got the hang of it now?"
"Yeah. It's a lot clearer now, Ron. Thanks. You know, I might
actually get something better than a "D" this year!"
"You'd better. My reputation depends on it. Now our time is up, I'll
see you next week."
"OK, Ron. See ya at school."
"Come on in, Jessica. Are you ready?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You don't sound very enthusiastic." Ron looked deep into her eyes
and saw her face blank. "You will always tell me the absolute truth. You
cannot lie to me. You will forget I said this, but you will obey." Ron
looked away, and Jessica's face cleared.
"Look, Ron. Don't tell my mother, but I'm not really having _trouble_
at school. I simply don't feel like doing the work." 'Why did I tell him
that? Shit! Now he'll tell Mom and I'll be in deep trouble.'
"Hmmm. I see. Well, what do you expect me to do about this?"
"Forget I said it and pretend I'm learning something here."
"And what will you be doing?"
"I'll be over at my friend Patty's house."
"Well.... No, I don't think that's an acceptable answer. Why don't
you just do the work?"
"Because it's all pointless. Who gives a crap about History anyway?"
"Some famous guy once said 'Those who ignore history are doomed to
repeat it.' Or something like that." Just then, Ron heard a low moan from
the room next door. He glanced at Jessica, but she didn't seem to notice.
'Good. My suggestions to her are working. She won't notice anything from
outside this room.'
"Look, Ron, I don't really give a shit what some guy said forty
zillion years ago. I'm not interested in learning this crap!"
"Oh, but you will be." At that point he placed his hand on her arm.
"What the hell are... you....do...ing.....?" Ron muted her protest
with a mental control. He wasn't sure if what he was now attempting would
work or not. He was going to see if he could use Mental Conditionig on
Jessica. Not to love him, or anything like that, but since she _could_
understand the lessons, he wanted to see if he could make her _want_ to
understand them, and do them. He thought that physical contact helped with
this, since all the times he'd affected his Mom, he was touching her.
Jessica's face took on a look of concentration, then relaxed as Ron's
mental "suggestions" took hold. He was turning her into a really good
student, though he couldn't guarantee that she would grasp all the work, she
would _do_ all the work, and he was sure this would improve her grade.
After about five minutes, Ron stopped, and let go of her. She didn't
move for a moment, and Ron got a little worried. Then she shook her head,
looked at him and said, "I've been foolish lately. I really need to get
caught up with this work. Can you help me with it, Ron?"
'Damn! It works! Well, at least it works for now. Let's see if it
holds throughout the night into tomorrow.'
"I won't do your work for you Jessica, but why don't you start on it,
and I'll be here if you have any questions. Go ahead and get started, and
I'll be right back. Would you like something to drink?"
"No thanks." Jessica got busily to work on her History, and Ron
stepped out of his room and down the hall. He peeked into Dawn's room, and
found Nikki and Dawn in a 69, eating each other's pussies like there was no
tomorrow. 'Well, at least they're enjoying themselves.' Ron wondered about
the change in them, but wasn't overly concerned. He figured that the fact
their secret was out freed them up just a bit. He headed down to the kitchen
to get himself a Pepsi, and the bottle of honey. He had plans for Jessica,
and he wanted to try something he'd seen in a movie.
When he got back to his room, Jessica had already finished the first
section. It turned out she was a speed reader. 'She could have saved herself
a lot of trouble just by spending ten minutes a day on this. Some people.'
Ron really didn't understand people who didn't want to learn.
"How's it going, Jessica?"
"Oh! Ron. I didn't hear you come back. It's going okay. I'm on
section two now." Ron figured to let her finish section two before he started
her "real" education. She finished it up in about five minutes. Ron looked
at his watch, and realized it was only 8:30. 'That gives me plenty of time.'
"Jessica, why don't you take a break? You don't want to work too hard
at it."
"But I've got so much to catch up on..." She didn't really want to
stop, but it seemed very hard to go against him. "Well.... I guess there is
tomorrow night."
"That's right. No need to push it, you'll forget more if you try to
cram it all in in one night. Why don't you go sit on the bed and relax?"
This was a very unusual request, but again, she couldn't seem to fight it.
Ron was, of course, manipulating her mind with a constant stream of orders and
suggestions.
"Why have you been teasing me all year, Jessica?"
"Because you're such a nerd. All the girls think you're kinda cute,
but you're always reading something, or tutoring, or doing homework. You're
just too smart."
"I see. Do you think that was very nice of you?"
"No."
"What should I do about your behavior, do you think?"
"I don't know, Ron. You'll have to decide that for yourself."
"Do you deserve to be punished?"
"Well..... Maybe just a little, but I don't know how you would punish
me."
"Jessica, remove your shirt."
"WHAT?" She didn't realize her hands were already doing as ordered
when she said, "I will NOT!" Then she looked down at her blouse, and blushed.
It was already fully unbuttoned. She stretched her arms and pulled it off.
Ron was sitting across the room admiring the view. Just then, he
heard his mother come in the front door. He wasn't worried about her; he was
sure his commands would hold. They were holding on everyone else. He did,
however, call down to her, more to let the girls know she was home than
anything.
"Hi, Mom! We're all upstairs!"
Ron heard her come up the stairs. "Hi, honey. Oh, hello, Jessica.
Is everything going alright up here, Ron?"
"Sure, Mom. I think the girls are in Dawn's room talking. If you'll
excuse us, we have to continue what we were doing." Jessica thought this was
outrageous: surely Ron's mother would not stand by and leave her son in a room
with a girl who didn't have a shirt on. But Mrs. Chaffey left, and Ron closed
the door.
"Thank you, Jessica, for removing your shirt, but your bra is blocking
my view. Remove it, please." An extra command had quieted her down, so that
she wouldn't disturb the rest of the household.
"Ron, don't..." Again, her hands were doing as ordered. Ron was
enjoying this. He was getting better at 'direct motor control'. He also
liked allowing her to talk during the process. It turned him on to hear her
beg. She removed the bra and dropped it on top of her shirt on the floor.
"Very nice." Actually, she wasn't much to look at after what he'd
already seen this week, but he *was* a teenager, and tits were tits. Ron
walked across the room and began to stroke them, forcing Jessica not to move
with a mental command. He continued this for a while, but then grew bored.
"Stand up and remove your pants and panties."
"Ron, please, stop this..." But of course, there was no way in hell
he was going to stop this now. A whole year of pent up anger was coming to
the surface. He wasn't sadistic: he knew he couldn't hurt her, but humiliate
her? That he would do gladly. As her panties hit the floor and she stepped
out of them, all she had on were her shoes and socks. Ron decided he'd let
her keep these on.
"Sit back on the bed, lean against the wall." She did as she was
instructed, but the look on her face showed the fear she felt.
"Spread you legs." She tried to fight this, but it wouldn't work.
Slowly, inexorably, her legs came open.
"Now then, Jessica, We're going to make a little film." Ron pulled
the video camera out of his closet, and set it up on its' tripod.
"And you are going to be the star." At this point, Ron took mental control of
her mind. He needed her to look as if she was completely into the film. This
was just an insurance policy, in case she ever threatened him, or if his
control over her slipped somehow.
Ron's new commands started to settle into Jessica's mind, and she
became very hot. She needed to touch herself. Her face took on a look of
pure lust. 'Masturbate.' With that mental command, Jessica's hands flashed
to her pussy. She rubbed herself up and down to get her juices flowing, and
then started fucking a finger up inside. Her other hand wandered up to her
breast, and she began kneading what little she had. This was really turning
Ron on, and he was having trouble sticking to his plan. After a few moments,
he tossed her the bottle of honey. 'Pour this over yourself, especially on
your pussy.' He'd seen this in 9 1/2 weeks. His mother had the movie hidden
in her closet, but he'd long since explored every nook and cranny of her
bedroom. She used the squeeze bottle to get every bit of honey she could onto
her body. Then she resumed rubbing herself all over. It wasn't long before
she was writhing in orgasm.
At that point, Ron turned off the tape. That was all he needed for
insurance purposes. He stripped off his clothes and walked over to her. As
he did, he released his mental controls, but kept the physical ones in place.
"What the he... My God! What did I do?"
"You did what you are still doing, Jessica. You masturbated on film.
Now the real fun begins."
"What are you going to do?"
"Whatever I want." Ron grabbed her ankles and pulled her into a lying
position, but with her legs still spread wide. He moved to her side, and
started licking at her neck, making sure he got all the honey off of her body.
Despite herself, Jessica's nipples started to harden again from the feelings
he was causing. Ron noticed this and smiled.
He finally worked his way to her tits, and spent quite a bit more time
there than he actually needed to. By the time he moved on, she was squirming
as much as she could with his movement restriction in place.
Ron slowly worked his way down her body, cleaning off all the honey.
He skipped over her pussy, and moved down to her lower legs. He crawled
between her legs, and started to lick his way up. She was really thrashing
now, and moaning unintelligible words, but they sounded like encouragements.
As he approached her mound, she started bucking her hips towards his
face, in an effort to make contact. He teased her, letting his tongue make
only the most feathery touch on her lips. This drove her crazy and increased
her efforts tenfold. Finally, he relented and dove in. He lapped up the
mixture of honey and love juice, enjoying every drop. He ate her out in his
best style, using all he had learned from his sisters. It wasn't even a
minute before she had her second orgasm of the night.
After she calmed down, there was a small look of hope in her eyes.
'Maybe he's done with me now.' Not a chance. Her education was just
starting.
Ron moved up and straddled her chest. He didn't want to fuck her yet.
There was too much pressure in his dick: he would come too quickly. He had
learned that he could last longer the second time.
"You are now going to suck my dick. You will _not_ try to hurt me."
This command, he made sure, carried the force of the Voice of God. He was
well aware of the teeth in her mouth, and he knew it would hurt A LOT if she
used them.
"No, Ron, please, don't make me-" She couldn't talk anymore because
Ron had stuck his dick in her mouth. This was an awkward position. For her,
at any rate. She had to hold her head up to keep his cock in her mouth. He
fucked her face for only a couple minutes before he blew his load down her
throat. A mental order to swallow it took care of any possible mess. He kept
her sucking until he'd gotten hard again, then he pulled out.
"I think you know what's coming next, don't you?"
"Yes. Please, Ron-"
"Shut up." Her pleading had gotten old, but he didn't feel like using
his power to stop her. He crawled down her until he was even with her body,
and poised himself to enter her. Then he realized that he hadn't even kissed
her yet. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. She responded, and he
could taste his come on her tongue. He wasn't sure whether he liked the taste
or not. As he was kissing her, he pressed his cock to her pussy lips, trying
to find the hole. He managed it on his second try, and he pressed in.
Jessica tensed, but Ron wouldn't break the kiss. He fucked her like that for
some time, then he remembered his plan. Ron had decided that the ultimate
humiliation of Jessica would be something he knew she would resist with all
the strength she could muster. He pulled out of her and stood up.
"What are you doing now?" She knew whatever it was, she wasn't going
to like it.
"Oh, just getting ready for the next part, that's all." He walked
over to his dresser and got the jar of Vaseline. He opened it, and, as he was
applying some to his dick, he said, "Stand up and walk over to the chair."
She did as she was told, a look of dread on her face.
Ron walked over to the chair after he figured he had enough lube, and
sat down. "Turn around." She did so, and Ron was presented with a beautiful
view of her ass. He told her body not to move, and she was frozen in place.
Ron stood back up, bent her over, spread her ass cheeks, and pressed his cock
to her asshole.
"Nooooooooooo." She would have screamed if he had let her, but at
this point she had no way of fighting back. Ron slowly but steadily pushed
himself into her. When he was fully inside, he sat back down, pulling her
with him.
"Now, you will fuck me like the slut you are. You had better make me
enjoy it, too." There was absolutely no chance that he wouldn't enjoy it, but
he figured a little threat never hurts.
Jessica started bouncing up and down on his cock, slowly, very slowly
at first, but speeding up as her insides lubed and loosened. There were tears
streaming down her face now, and Ron found that very exciting.
Ron was really enjoying himself. He reached around and grabbed her
tits. They were small enough that they didn't even really bounce with her
movement. On the other hand, she had nice nipples that he could pinch. This
he did, and this seemed to turn her on some. Then he reached down and started
finger-fucking her while he rubbed her clit with his other hand. With this,
she leaned back against him and started moaning. Ron wouldn't let her slow
down her movement, though. He was close to coming, and he wasn't about to let
her stop now. He could feel that tight feeling in his balls, and then it just
let go. he spurted gobs of come up into her ass, and this, on top of what he
was doing with his hands, sent her over the edge for the third time that
night.
Ron pulled out of her as his cock started to go limp. He looked at
the clock. '9:30. Well, I told them I'd be devoting extra time.' He got
Jessica dressed, but he only put on his underwear and a robe.
"You're going to pay for this, Ron Chaffey. The police are going to
arrest you."
"No they're not, Jessica, and do you know why?"
"Why?" She said it with venom in her voice, and stared him straight
in the eye. Which was, of course, precisely what he wanted her to do. Her
face immediately blanked.
"Because you're not going to tell them. You will remember tonight,
but you won't be able to tell anyone what happened. Whenever you are asked,
you will tell them that we were studying the whole time. You will not attempt
to give off subtle clues about what happened. You will act completely normal.
Also, whenever you think of me from now on, you will get turned on. You will
remember all of this, but you will not be able to tell anyone any of it. Nod
if you understand." Jessica nodded, and Ron let out a breath. He just had to
hope it held.
"Now then, Jessica, we're done studying for the night. I'll see you
tomorrow night, and we'll get to the third and fourth sections, at least.
Good-night."
Jessica mumbled "Good-night, Ron." and walked out the door. His
commands wouldn't take full effect until she left his house, so her reaction
didn't surprise him. He wanted her to remember this night, and all the others
that would follow. He wanted her to react to him like she would if she had a
choice in the matter. But only inside his house. In here, he felt secure.
Ron wondered where his Mom had got off to, and went looking for her.
He found her in her bedroom, lying on her bed.
"Rough day, Mom?"
"Yeah, Ron. It seemed like I walked a thousand miles today."
"Do your feet hurt? Want me to rub them?"
"Oh, yes! Would you?" This was normal. Ron was very good at giving
massages. The family was very appreciative of his talents. But Ron had an
alterior motive. He started rubbing her feet, but meanwhile, he was
attempting to make minor adjustments to her attitudes. He made it so she
wasn't interested in dating, but that she would still get horny. He made it
so that she would notice his body. He stopped short of making her want him:
that was his restriction. He was afraid he'd have to break his own
restriction in order to complete the project by June, but he was going to give
it a shot. He continued rubbing her feet until 10:00, and by then his hands
were nearly numb.
"How's that, Mom?"
"Oh, that was just great, honey. Thank you very much."
"Well, I'm gonna go to bed now. It's been a long day." Ron leaned
down to give his Mom a hug, and her kiss. He lingered longer than before
today, wondering what reaction he'd get.
When he broke the kiss, his mother began to say something.
"Ronald...."
"Yeah, Mom?" He knew she was arguing with herself, and he wanted to
see which way it would go, so he didn't interfere.
"Good night. Sleep well, dear."
'YES!' "Okay, you too, Mom. Love ya."
"I love you too, Ron."
End Chapter 4
Subject: STORY: CAMP - Part 1 - Chapter 5 of 5 (mc, inc, m/f, m/f/f, teen)
From: whitestar@psynet.net (WhiteStar)
Date: 10 Jul 1997 20:03:06 GMT
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Last part guys, but it's LONG!
See Chapter 0 for all disclaimers and messages
Send all comments, questions, and story ideas to : whitestar@psynet.net
Thanks, and enjoy!
WhiteStar
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CAMP Part 1 - Ron Begins His Journey
by WhiteStar
Chapter 5: The Seduction of Sandra
Sandra Chaffey was confused. Her son's behavior over the last week
was baffling. Even more troubling was that she was beginning to accept it,
even like it. She didn't understand what was going on at all. <What's
happening to me? I let my son kiss me every night this week, and those last
couple were definitely [not] platonic!>
Also confusing was how he had managed her ex-husband. She still
didn't know how he had gotten away with it. She knew that if she had ever
spoken to Mike that way, he would have beaten her to a pulp. Not only did he
not swing on Ron, but he actually {left}! <I don't understand any of this,
but>, she admitted to herself, <I enjoyed it when Ron stood up for me with
Mike. And his attention hasn't been unpleasant either.>
It was Saturday, and Ron was lounging about, watching TV. Dawn was
out with friends, and Nikki was up in her room doing whatever. His Mom was
out in the back yard pulling weeds, and he was supposed to be doing the
dishes, but he knew Nikki'd get to them eventually. Ron was still working out
what the next step in his mother's conditioning should be, when he was
interrupted by the doorbell. He went to see who it was, and wasn't surprised
to see Tammy standing there.
"Hey, Tammy! Come on in. Nikki's upstairs. You want me to go get
her, or do you want to go up?" Tammy walked in, but Ron realized something
was troubling her. It also appeared she didn't want to talk about it, but
felt she had to ask him something. Ron hadn't learned any fine control on his
telepathy yet, but all of a sudden, he heard <...Maybe I could get Ron to help
me...> Then he knew at least a little bit. <So, that was Tammy I heard. And
whatever it is, she's been working up to it for a while. Can I find out
anything else?>
He focused on her, but all he got were images of Nikki. <That's
strange. I wonder what this is all about.>
"Is there something wrong, Tammy?"
"Ron, um, can I talk to you for a minute? In private?"
"Sure, I guess. Mom's outside, so we can talk here. What's up?"
"I don't know how to say this, but I have to tell you a secret, and I
want you to swear never to tell anyone, ever!"
"Well..... okay. So long as it won't get me in trouble."
Tammy hesitated, and Ron knew she was just trying to phrase it
properly. "Tams, just spit it out, whatever it is."
"Ron, I think I'm in love with Nikki."
<What? Rewind..... Yes, she did say what I thought she just said.>
"Tammy, do you even know what you're saying?"
"Yes. I want to.... you know... with her, but I don't know how to
ask. Can you help me?"
"Tammy, don't you like boys?"
"Huh? Oh, well, they're okay, but none of them want to have anything
to do with me."
"Come off it, Tams. Looking like you do, you've got to have guys
hanging all over you." Tammy was a red-headed wonder. She had a gorgeous
face, and a well-developed ass for her age. She didn't have much for tits,
but made up for it with legs that seemed to go on forever. Ron knew in a few
years she'd be a real knockout. Tammy blushed from his attention.
"Nah. I'm just not good around boys. I get all silly. But, Ron,
Nikki makes me feel.... different, ya know?"
Actually, Ron did [not] know, but he wasn't going to press her on it.
<What do I do? I know what she's asking, and I can help her, but {should} I?
Maybe....> "Tammy, have you mentioned any of this to Nikki?"
"No way! I couldn't dare! That's what I need help with. I don't
know how to ask her. Please, Ron, you gotta help me!" The look in her eyes
made up his mind for him. Anyone that needy deserved what she was asking for.
Besides, Ron knew Nikki probably wouldn't object in any way to the
relationship, especially if [he] asked.
"Wait here, Tammy. I'll go talk to Nikki."
"Ron? Wait! What're you gonna say?"
"Don't worry. Just sit here until I get back." Ron headed upstairs,
leaving Tammy to sit with her worry. He came to Nicole's door and knocked.
"What!" There was that reply again. He really ought to do something
about that.
"Nik? It's me."
"Oh, Ron! C'mon in!" Well, at least her tone changed when she found
out it was him. Ron stepped in and closed the door.
"Nikki? I have a strange question to ask."
"Shoot."
"You like doing it with Dawn, right?"
"You bet, and you too, Ron. Do we have time..." Ron held up his
hand.
"Not right now. What I want to know is, have you ever thought about
doing it with... <other> girls?"
"Um, well, yeah. But I couldn't ask any of them. I don't want it to
go around school that I like girls, ya know? I mean, I really like boys
better, but Dawn's a lot of fun. Why are you asking?"
"Well.... Tammy's downstairs. She just asked me to help her with a
little problem... If you know what I mean."
"No. What?" Nikki could be stunningly naive at times.
Ron groaned. "Look, Nik. Tammy asked me if I knew of any way she
could tell you she wants to make out with you." He figured the direct
approach was going to be the only way she was going to understand.
Comprehension slowly dawned on Nikki's face. "Ohhhhhhhh. I didn't
know, Ron."
"I think that's the point, Nik," Ron chuckled. "Question is: are you
interested?"
"Hell, yeah! Let's go get her!" Nikki started for the door, but Ron
stopped her.
"Nik, Tammy's still a little unsure of herself. You might want to
slow down a little. Tell you what: you wait here and get ready, and I'll
bring her up in, oh, three or four minutes, okay?"
Nikki understood what Ron was saying. "Okay, you want to explain it
to her. How should I 'get ready'?"
"Just... oh, I don't know. Think of something. Just try not to be
too pushy." Ron headed downstairs to talk to Tammy, and Nicole went to look
through her closet.
Ron found Tammy waiting where he left her.
"Well? What did you tell her?"
"Tams, calm down. Me and Nikki, we tell each other lots of things, so
I know her real well. I asked her what she thought of the idea, without
telling her who. As I thought, she's pretty excited about the idea. She's
getting ready now. Tammy, one thing: you can't talk about this with anyone,
or we'll [all] be in big trouble. I'll take you upstairs, and once you two
get going, I'm going to have to keep Mom occupied. I'm going to do this
because I like you, and because Nikki's my sister, and I want her to be happy.
Maybe she'll tell you some things about us, maybe she won't. That's up to
her. Now, are you ready?"
She'd been fidgeting ever since he'd said she was 'getting ready', but
now she looked almost panicked. She took a few deep breaths and said, "I
think so. Thanks Ron, I couldn't have asked her myself."
"No sweat. Always glad to help out." He knew he would eventually
have a piece of this ass, so he wanted to be nice to her. He led her upstairs
to Nikki's room, and guided her inside. Once there, they both saw Nikki,
wearing a robe that she'd worn two years ago. It wouldn't close, but covered
her breasts, and underneath they could see her underwear.
"Nikki?" Tammy was stunned.
"Nice outfit, Nik. I think you can take it from here?"
"Yeah. Thanks, Ron. Unless...." She was going to continue, but he
stopped her.
"Not this time. This is [her] first time, and it should always be
special. Maybe later."
Tammy didn't understand word one of this exchange, but she was too
focussed on Nicole's body to care. She started to pull her shirt off as she
walked toward the bed....
At that point, Ron left the room. He knew Tammy would be
uncomfortable enough with the situation without having him watching. He liked
Tammy, and he {really} liked her body. He headed downstairs, and thought
about how to distract Mom. <She should still be out back. I wonder what
she's doing> Ron looked out one of the windows, and saw her lying on a lounge
chair. Ron began to get an idea. <First, I need to know what she's thinking
now.> Ron focussed his attention, and found that his mother was fantasizing.
He was disappointed to find that her fantasy was not about him, but that would
change. Slowly, as she sunk into the images, he replaced the man in her dream
with his own image. It took a great deal of concentration to maintain this,
as everytime she noticed it was his image, she would try to change it.
Sandra was worried. Sandra was also hot. Very hot. She was
beginning to writhe on her lounge chair as the image in her mind massaged her
body. She was worried because her mind insisted on putting her son in the
role of the man. She was also worried because it [was] turning her on.
Slowly the man...her son... pulled off her clothes, piece by piece. He
caressed her breasts, moved his hands between her thighs...
Sandra sat bolt upright. She looked down, and her hands were buried
in her pants. She pulled them out, and they were covered with her juice.
<What is happening to me? Am I becoming a slut?> She wiped her hands on the
towel she had handy, and decided she'd better get back to work.
<Well, that was entertaining,> thought Ron. Next, he got a can of
Pepsi out of the fridge, and headed outside. He saw his mother, crouching at
the flower beds. He walked up to her, and he could sense she didn't know he
was there yet. Just then, he thought of something. <I wonder if I can make
myself invisible to her.> He struggled with this one, but managed to come up
with an image that would work. He sent out the order, but nothing happened.
Not that anything should have, this was just what she should have done:
nothing. Then he tried waving his hand in front of her face. No reaction.
It was as if he weren't there. <This could be fun.>
Ron set the Pepsi on the ground, and reached out to his mother. He
hesitated, not sure if the effect would be maintained when he touched her.
Then he decided to give it a shot. First, he placed his hands on her
shoulders. She stiffened, and looked around, but apparently saw nothing. She
attempted to go back to work, but just then he started massaging. She
stopped, and relaxed into the feeling. He could feel her confusion, but he
didn't do anything about it. he pulled her back, until she fell onto her
rump. Now he kneeled, so that he could do this for longer without her legs
tensing up. She leaned forward, allowing him access. In her mind, she was
unsure {why} she did this, since there was no one there. It was just her
normal response to getting a back rub.
Ron continued for about five minutes, then decided to get bold. He
widened the area of his rub, until he was covering all of her upper back, and
her sides. Finally, he gave in to temptation, and began massaging her
breasts. She was wearing a bra, but it still felt good to him.
<What the hell is going on with me? Am I going crazy? I can
distinctly feel hands on my body, but there is no one here! Am I really
[that] horny?>
Sandra let out a moan, and fell backwards. Ron, moving quickly, moved
out of her way, so that she fell onto her back. He was making this up as he
went along, but he felt he'd found the perfect opportunity to move a step
closer to his goal. He picked up the soda can, moved a few paces toward the
house, and removed his invisibility control. He then walked over to his mom,
concern on his face.
"Mom? Are you okay?"
She opened her eyes at him and smiled. "Yes, honey, I'm just fine.
Could you help your mother up, please?" Ron had set the Pepsi over on the
table, so he helped her up with both hands, a little more forcefully than
necessary. Her momentum caused her body to collide with his, and he took full
advantage. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her full on the mouth.
She immediately responded, and opened her mouth to let his tongue in. This
was something she hadn't done before, but it wasn't what Ron had in mind. He
knew he had to move in small steps, or she'd figure out too much. Slowly, he
worked his hands down her body, until they came to rest on her ass cheeks.
Then he squeezed. Sandra tensed, but she didn't break the kiss for some
seconds.
"Oh! Ron... we shouldn't be doing this."
"Didn't you like it, Mom?"
"Yes, honey, I did, but that's not the point."
"Maybe it [is] the point, Mom. Anyway, I brought you a Pepsi. You
looked awfully hot out here."
She sensed he was just changing the subject, but she didn't want to
talk about what she was feeling anyway. "Thank you. That was very
thoughtful, and you're right. It {is} getting very hot out here. <And that
has very little to do with the sun, right now.>
Ron looked up at his sister's window. He'd given her a mental command
(since he'd forgotten to give her an oral one) to adjust her blinds when they
were done. Her blinds were as he'd told her, so they must have finished.
"Why don't we go in now? You're almost done out here, anyway."
"Good idea. I could really use a nice, cool shower."
<I'll bet you could. One more step closer. This is lots of fun.>
The next week was heaven for Ron. He'd temporarily lost one partner,
since Nikki and Tammy were going at it hot and heavy almost every day, but he
was okay with that for now. Dawn could keep him satisfied, and of course he
was screwing Jessica twice a week. Jessica was the amusing part of it all.
Since he'd given her instructions to be aroused when she though of him, her
mind had conflicting instructions. She couldn't find a way to resolve her
inner turmoil, and the fact that he treated her in a kind way, even if he was
ordering her about, wasn't helping her one little bit.
Ron was also progressing with his mother. He had continued kissing
her, and grabbing her whenever and wherever he could get away with. She
stopped protesting after a few days, and by now she was actually starting to
get into it. This worried her, but she tried not to think about it too much.
It was Saturday again, and Ron was once again lounging on the couch
watching TV. He was still trying to figure out what had come over Tammy. He
knew her actions weren't <normal>. Ten year old girls do not make decisions
like the one she had made, and they certainly don't voice them to other
people. <I wonder if I somehow had a hand in this. Maybe I influenced her
without knowing it. But how could that be? I heard her thought long before I
really realized.... But it could still have been me, couldn't it? I guess
I'll have to ask the people at CAMP.>
That decided, Ron moved on to his favorite topic as of late: his
mother. <What's next? I've got her to kiss me more like a girlfriend than a
Mom, I can grab her ass anytime I like. What do I do next?> The next step
was pretty obvious, to him anyway, and he just wondered how to implement it.
His mother was out in the back yard working again, and he decided to go see
what she was doing.
Ron found his mother pulling weeds in the garden. He had enforced his
invisibility control again, so she couldn't see him. He sat down to watch her
for a while and consider his options. His next goal was something he'd
already touched, but which he now wanted her to agree to. Just then, his
mother finished up, and went and laid on the lounge chair. Ron figured it was
time for another fantasy session.
...Sandra was in a misty room, lying on a very comfortable table. In
her mind, she knew it was a massage table, and she was awaiting the masseure.
He appeared out of the mist, and she was not surprised to see that it was her
son, Ron. She decided to let this fantasy go, to see where it would lead.
She was lying on her stomach, ready to be massaged, ready to have her own son
manipulate her.
And manipulate her, he did. In the real world, Ron was elated at the
content of her fantasy. He knew her acceptance of his image in the dream was
a big step forward. He decided today to alter the [content] of the fantasy to
his liking, to help him achieve his goals.
...Ron spent much time massaging her back, and her arms. He moved
down to her legs, and it felt oh, so wonderful. She was hoping he would never
stop. Eventually, though, he placed a hand on her shoulder, and, without
words, signalled that he wanted her to turn over. A small voice in her dream
said it was wrong for her to expose herself to her son. Sandra quashed that
voice quickly, and settled back into the fantasy.
Sandra rolled onto her back, exposing herself to her son. He began at
her shoulders, kneading out all the knots of tension and stress. Then he
moved down. She shivered as he began to massage her breasts. Gently,
tenderly, he pushed and pulled in all the right ways until her nipples were
hard as diamond, and standing their full inch away from her tits.
Slowly, Ron moved away from her breasts, down her body. As his hands
reached between her thighs, he whispered, "Let it go, Mom.... let it
go......."
Sandra bolted out of the lounge chair. <What is happening to me? I
can't be thinking these things about my own son!> Then she realized that her
pussy was wet, and throbbing. She had thoroughly enjoyed the fantasy, until
she had come out of it.
Ron watched his mother go back in the house, and he followed her in.
She went to her room and closed the door. Ron really needed some relief now.
He had been as turned on by his Mom's fantasy as she was, but she had at least
gotten some relief. He headed up to his room, only to find Nikki waiting for
him.
"Hey, Nik. What's up?"
"Ron, can I ask a favor?"
"I suppose. Go ahead." He knew what was coming, and it was perfect
timing. He wondered yet again if he'd had something to do with it.
"Well, Tammy's great and all, but, well, I haven't had any time with
[you] lately. Tammy says she might be interested in boys, but she doesn't
have any way to tell." She was going to continue, but didn't need to.
"Are you asking me if I'll have sex with her?"
"Um.... yeah."
"No sweat, Nikki. She's not exactly ugly, is she?" They both laughed
at that. "Give me a couple minutes here, okay? Then bring her in. Does she
want you to join us?"
"I don't know. I hope so." She gave him a very adult smile for a 10
year-old, and left the room. Ron pulled off his shirt and jeans, and put on
his robe. He laughed to himself when he realized that this was exactly how
Nikki had appeared, although his robe fit properly.
Nikki brought Tammy in a few minutes later, to find Ron lying on his
bed. "Tammy has decided that I can join you two, if I promise not to hog you
too much."
"And you agreed to that?" Ron asked with some amusement.
"It'll be tough, but I think I can do it." Nikki responded in kind.
"Okay." Ron got up and walked over to them. "Nik, close the door,
would ya? Thanks. Okay, Tams, how much has Nikki explained about the first
time?"
"I gave her the whole speech. Pain and all. She says she's ready."
Ron looked Tammy in the eye to see if that were true. He saw her face blank.
<Whoops. I've gotta learn to stop doing that.>
He looked away and asked Tammy if that were true. She nodded, but looked
hesitant.
"Alright, Tammy, come over here to the bed. Now, I want you to just
relax. Let me and Nikki do all the work." Ron reached out and took hold of
her shirt. Gently, he lifted it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and
Ron had a nice view of her chest. He reached down and started kissing her
nipples. Tammy moaned in response, and thrust her chest towards his face.
Meanwhile, Nikki was busily removing her own clothes. When she had
completed that, she started to remove what was left of Tammy's. Ron stopped
her when it got to the panties, though.
"Those are mine, Nik."
"Okay, big brother."
Ron knelt before Tammy and slowly, ever so slowly, worked her panties
down her legs until they fell to the floor. he had her step out of them, and
he examined her private area. No hair, just like Nikki, and the sweetest
little pussy you'd ever see. He bent in and tentatively licked at it. Tammy
squeeled and bucked with the slightest touch. <God, is she hot! This is
gonna be a helluva ride!>
Ron took Tammy by the hand and laid her on the bed. He spread her
legs and knelt between them. This was something she was familiar with, so he
figured she'd relax a little. As he started to work on her pussy, he felt
something warm encircle his prick. He looked down to see his sister jacking
him to total hardness. Not that he was far from it, but her touch always made
his dick feel like an iron rod. He returned to Tammy's slit, and started
licking and sucking to his heart's content. Tammy was slithering all over the
place in ecstasy, and Ron wasn't far behind her, since Nikki had started
sucking him shortly before. Ron knew he wouldn't last long like this, but he
figured Tammy was close to coming herself. He picked up his pace a bit,
taking her clit into his mouth and sucking on it. Then he very lightly nipped
her clit with his teeth. That was all she could stand. Her body went rigid,
and she let out a strangled scream. Just then, his own body gave up fighting,
and he came in his sister's mouth. She swallowed it all, like the sex-crazed
maniac she was.
Nikki kept sucking till Ron was hard again, and by that time, Tammy
had calmed down. Ron stood up and positioned himself, then turned to his
sister. He motioned her to come over to him, and whispered something in her
ear. She gave him a smile, and a deep, loving kiss. Then she crawled onto
the bed with Tammy. She straddled Tammy's face and lowered herself. Tammy,
being familiar with this position, began eating out Nikki right away. Nikki
reached down and started playing with Tammy's nipples, while Ron rubbed hers.
Then, when Ron figured Tammy was involved enough, he mouthed to his sister
"Keep it up." He placed his dick at the entrance to Tammy's love hole, and
pressed in. Tammy was too excited to tense much, but a low moan did escape
her, muffled as it was by Nicole's pussy.
Ron moved in and out slowly until he felt Tammy was ready. Then, he
plunged in as hard as he could and froze. Tammy had frozen, and Nikki had
moved off of her for the time being. Ron watched Tammy's face for any signs
of pain. He was shocked by the look he did see there: one of pure, wanton
lust. Her words also shocked him.
"Fuck me, Ron. Fuck me hard."
"Okay, you asked for it. Nik, I think you can resume your position."
And she did, quickly. While Tammy ate out Nikki's pussy, Ron started slamming
away at Tammy's box. He reached out and massaged Nikki's tits, which she
thoroughly enjoyed. Nikki climaxed in short time, as she was only on her
first. She moved off to recover, and Tammy looked up at Ron. Her face was a
mess with Nikki's juices, but still he found her beautiful just now. Then he
knew. <I've always been attracted to you, Tammy. It {must} have been my
influence that got this going. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but I wish
that at least [I] knew what my mind was doing!>
"Ron?"
"Yeah, Tams?"
"Can we do it.... 'Doggie style'?"
"Sure, if you want." He pulled out of her, and helped her roll over
onto her knees. She stuck her ass way in the air, and put her head on one of
Ron's pillows. Ron entered her again and resumed his pounding. He reached
around and fondled her tits. There wasn't much there, he noted. <About like
Jessica. But Tammy's got more years to grow than Jess does.> He was building
towards his climax when he saw his sister return to the scene. She lay under
Tammy, and reached between her legs to fondle his balls. This was a tricky
maneuver with him moving so much, but Nikki was very good at sex, and managed
it well. Then she reached up between them and started licking at Tammy's
clit. This sensation drove both Tammy and Ron wild. Occasionally, Nikki
would miss, and would lick Ron's cock as a consequence. This was going to
wrap things up in short order, Ron knew, so he quickened the pace.
Tammy was wriggling and writhing now, ready to come. She needed that
one thing to help her over. Ron reached around again and lightly pinched both
of her nipples. This had worked with Dawn a lot, and it worked with Tammy.
She came rather loudly, and Ron thought, <It's a good thing I've got control
of Mom.> Tammy's pussy was squeezing his cock unmercifully, and the feelings
it was causing overwhelmed what little control he had left. He came in her
for what seemed like hours, until they were all spent. Ron pulled out, hugged
both girls, and they all nestled on the bed for a quick nap.
Now that Ron had access to four girls, and was working on a fifth, he
found that time went remarkably fast. The days of the week almost went by in
a blur. There always seemed to be something to shake him up a little during
the week, though. This week's major event was on Thursday, when Jessica
showed up for their usual "lesson".
"Good evening, Jessica. Are you ready to begin?"
Jessica was smart enough and a fast enough reader and learner that
they had actually finished the year's lessons already. This was possible
because it was so close to the end of the school year, and because he'd spent
a couple of marathon sessions with her, spending two hours on studying, and
only a half hour on sex. It was a sacrifice he felt well worth it.
"Can we talk a minute first?" She wasn't usually so calm, and this
disturbed him. <Has she managed to break my control?> He knew that mental
controls were temporary, but he'd been reinforcing hers every time he'd seen
her, so he didn't think she could, but still... <Well, I still have the
tape.>
"I suppose. What do you want to talk about?"
"I know what you've been doing to me. I know [you] know that, but I
needed to say it."
"Okay. Was that it?"
"No. I don't understand this, Ron, but I've come to accept your
control over me. I've even started to like it."
<Where is she going with this? I'm totally at a loss now.> "Okay,
great. I don't see the problem."
"I didn't say there was a problem, I just needed to talk. Can you
tell me {how} you did it? I mean, did you drug me, or what?"
"How could I have done that? When I asked you if you wanted something
to drink, you said no. No, I didn't drug you, although I don't think I could
really explain what I did. Can we leave it at, I have control of your mind?"
"Okay, if you say so. Maybe that's why I feel the way I do. Ron,
school ends in another month. After that, I'm afraid we won't be seeing each
other any more. I don't want that to happen."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying.... Hell, Ron, I don't know what I'm saying, exactly.
Only that I don't want to be away from you now."
<Well, this is an interesting twist. This all started out with me
wanting [her], and now it appears that {she} is wanting [me].>
"Are you saying you want to become my girlfriend, or what?"
"I don't think girlfriend is what I want, really, though that would
work at school. You and I have a stronger relationship than that, don't you
think?"
"Well, I guess. What, then?"
"Ron, I don't know why I'm happy about this, but the only term that
fits my relationship to you is.... slave."
<SHIT!!!!! {This} I [never] expected! Have I been [THAT] much of an
influence?>
"Um.... Jessica, what brought this on? I mean, why are you telling me
this now?"
"I don't know, Ron. All I know is that, over the weekend, and all
this week, all I've been able to think about is you. And that makes me horny
as hell. I don't really care that you're controlling me. I don't know why I
don't care, but I don't."
"Jessica, wait right here. Don't move." Somehow, he knew she
wouldn't, even though he hadn't used any mental powers on her. He ran up to
his room to find the card. <Where is it? Ah! here it is. I hope they can
help with this one.>
There answer was not edifying. He was even more confused now than
before he had called them. The counselor's question was straightforward:
"So what's the problem?"
"What d'ya mean, 'What's the problem'! She wants to be my [slave],
for crying out loud!"
"That is not an unusual phenomenon. Some women react this way to
being controlled."
"So what do I do?"
"Whatever you like. We are not here to judge you."
"I'm not asking you to [judge] me, I'm asking for <advice>!"
"That is advice I am not equipped to give, since I do not know your
entire situation. You must come to that decision yourself. However, if you
do decide to keep her, you will need to bring her with you when you come to
CAMP. Consider that in your decision, but do not let it weigh too heavily.
Mr. McGavin will be in personal contact in a couple of days to help with the
paperwork if necessary. Can I be of any further assistance?"
"No, I guess not."
"Have a good evening, then. Good-bye." <Click.>
He was right. Jessica hadn't moved an inch since he had left, but he
didn't know what to do with her.
"Jessica, come over here." He was sitting on the couch, and she
joined him. He had learned over the last week more on how to read minds,
after using a few of his fellow students and Mrs. Hayes as subjects, then
wiping their memories. He placed his hands on her temples, not out of any
need, but because it reminded him of Mr. Spock's 'mind meld'. She immediately
went slack, and her mind opened to him. He had learned from Mrs. Hayes how to
recognize the signs of his tampering. They were subtle signals in the brain,
but he could spot them. He delved as deep into Jessica's mind as he could,
looking for his influence. He saw his learning commands, he saw his "gag
order" on her, and his obedience command. Was that it? was his obedience
command too strong? No, it was the same he had applied to several people, and
it wasn't much more than he had done naturally all his life. He saw his
arousal command, and wondered if this was it. Had her arousal caused this
change? <Well, let's remove it and find out.> He pulled this command off of
her mind, but he was disturbed to find an after-image of it still there. <But
is it an after-image, or her own thoughts? I'll have to ask Mr. McGavin.>
He pulled out of her mind, and she re-awakened.
"What happened?"
"Don't worry. I just needed to look around your head for a little
bit. Jessica... look, can I call you Jess?"
"I think I'd like that." Which was unusual. She didn't like [anyone]
to call her anything other than Jessica. She wasn't sure of what was
happening to her, but, unlike Ron, she was willing to accept the new order of
things.
"Thank you. I think we need to back of here, Jess. I'm not saying
no. What I'm saying is that, maybe we should take a break. Look, let's do
this: Go home, and we'll call off lessons for this week. Then, if you feel
the same way next week, we'll see what can be done, okay?"
She was hurt, and he could tell. She didn't want to leave, but he
[had] to know if this would fade without his arousal command.
"Okay, Ron. But what do I tell my Mom?"
"Oh. Just tell her that I felt you have caught up with the class, and
that I thought you needed a break. Of course, there will be no charge for
this week." He smiled at that, and was glad to see she did, too, but this
also, was disturbing.
"Alright. But I don't wanna go." He walked her to the door, and was
surprised again when she kissed him before she left. "Please say yes, Ron.
Good-bye!"
As she walked out of sight, he murmered "Good-bye, Jess. What am I
gonna do about you?"
Ron needed to distract himself from his problem with Jess. He turned
to his mother for some mental relief. He had taken to influencing her
fantasies every day this week, and figured she was ready now for physical
contact. He found his Mom in the kitchen, making herself a snack. He walked
up behind her and gave her a now-familiar reverse hug, with him standing
behind her, arms around her waist. She leaned back into it almost
immediately, relaxing in his arms.
"Don't you have a student now?" she asked in a low voice.
"No. I sent Jessica home. She needed a break or she was going to
burn out." <Well, actually [I] was going to burn out, but...>
"Oh. Well, I guess you know what's best for your students." She was
enjoying the embrace. She didn't even consider that only a few weeks ago, she
would never have allowed him to do this.
Slowly, Ron reached up and cupped her breasts. He didn't knead or
fondle them, he just held them gently.
"Oh, baby, you shouldn't do that..." She didn't pull his hands away,
or jerk out of his grasp, so he didn't move.
"Why not, Mom? Doesn't it make you feel good?" He knew it did. He
could read her body language as well as her thoughts. He knew her nipples
were hard. He also knew her pussy was wet. He was close, but he knew the
last few hurdles would be the hardest.
"It's not what mothers and sons normally do, honey."
"Well, maybe they ought to, Mom. I mean, you like, and I like it.
It's not like you have a boyfriend or anything."
"I know. It just seems that I'm not interested in other men right
now. I guess your Dad kind of soured me on other men. You're the only person
who's even kissed me since Mike and I got divorced."
"Well, see, Mom? So this isn't so bad after all." He knew it would
take time, but he was really enjoying standing here, holding his mother in his
arms. It was an easy fit: Sandra Chaffey was only 5'2" tall, so she was only
slightly taller than her son. Ron adored her body, everything about it seemed
just right. Her breasts, her legs, her ass, everything seemed to be in just
the right proportions. And her face was a dream. He didn't know how any man
could do what Mike had done so often, hitting his mother the way he did. He
wanted more than anything to kiss that face, not hit it.
"I guess not..... But still....." She was hesitant. Finally, she
found a solution she knew he wouldn't argue with. She turned around in his
arms and gave him a deep, wonderful kiss. A small part of her mind wondered
at using this particular tactic to get him to stop, but she shoved it down
with enough force that the little voice probably wouldn't bother her for some
time.
Finally, they broke off the kiss, and Ron went up to his room. His
mother continued what she had been doing, actually happy to have had the
encounter, feeling that she had made progress, not knowing that they both had.
Ron continued this exercise once or twice a day, each time his
mother's protests were weaker. He also continued influencing her fantasies,
gradually making them more and more explicit. He still found he was hitting a
natural barrier at the idea of having sex. He knew he needed to help her take
down that wall if he was to succeed. It would take time. Well, he still had
almost two months to go. It was going to take most of that time, he knew.
Mr. McGavin showed up on the following Tuesday.
"Howdy, Ron! They tell me you have something of a crisis on your
hands. They didn't elaborate, but I gather it has to do with something you
weren't prepared for. Why don't you fill me in?"
"Okay, come on in to the living room." Once there, they found Tammy
and Nikki necking on the couch. "Guys, could you go upstairs and do that,
please? I need to talk with Mr. McGavin.
Tammy came over and gave him a kiss. "Will you be coming up later?"
"Maybe. You two don't need me to have a good time, though."
"No, but you make it more fun!" They both ran upstairs, and Mike sat
down, amused.
"It looks like you have your hands full, Ron."
"You have no idea, Mr.-"
"Ron, you can call me Mike. We try to remain informal at CAMP."
"Okay, Mike. You have no idea what I've been going through. It's not
what I called about, but can you answer a question for me?"
"Alright, if I can."
"It's about Tammy, the girl who just left. She came to me and asked
if I could.... fix her up with my sister. I think I had something to do with
it, but it all started before I really realized I had this kind of power. Is
it possible for me to have caused it, or is she just, weird?"
Mike had to laugh at that. It was always fun working with new
psionics. "No, she's not 'weird'. Do you find her attractive?"
"Incredibly."
"Well, there's your answer. Ron, the psionic mind is a very funny
thing. It will answer the owner's wishes without him knowing it at all,
sometimes, as it has been doing for you since you were born. On the other
hand, sometimes an untrained psionic can't get it to do anything at all.
Please note, I said {untrained}, and usually these psionics are really pretty
weak. Now then, can we get to your problem?"
"Oh, yeah. Her name is Jessica."
"Nice name. What's the problem?"
"She wants to be my slave."
"I repeat, what's the problem?" Mike chuckled, but he could tell from
Ron's expression that he really needed help with this one. "Look, Ron, what
about this is {really} bothering you?"
"I don't know whether I caused her to want to be my slave or not. I
mean, I was controlling her, but I've been controlling others, and they
haven't said [they] want to be my slaves."
"Maybe they just don't see the need to express it. On the other hand,
which control do you think might have been the culprit?"
"I gave her a command that every time she thought of me, she would get
excited, you know, sexually. When I looked through her mind-"
"Stop. You looked through her head? You can do that?"
"Well, I'm still learning, but, I'm getting pretty good at it, yeah.
Why?"
Mike wrote something down, and then went on. "Nothing vital, it's
just unusual. Go ahead with what you were saying."
"Well, anyway, I learned to recognize where my controls were, ya know?
Like, I can see where I've inserted commands."
Mike nodded, and was writing continuously now. "Go on."
"I found the command that I had placed to exciter her when she thought
about me, and I removed it. But, when I did, I saw what looked like a shadow
of the command there. What was that? Do they fade away over time when you
remove them, or what?"
Mike was shocked. No untrained Talent had ever managed what Ron was
talking about. It was a level beyond Mental Conditioning, know as Direct
Mental Reprogramming. It was very difficult for most psionics to learn, and
very few ever mastered it. Mike himself was completely incapable of doing it
at all, and he was one of the strongest psionics in the recruitment force.
"Well, Ron. I'm going to have to go on what I've been told here,
because I can't do what you just described. However, others have, and they've
told me about it. Commands do [not] 'fade', as you've suggested. They are
either there, or they're not. What you are seeing, therefore, is her own
thought. She has re-created your command on her own. This, of course, can be
altered by a command, but it cannot be removed. She has decided of her own
will to get excited when thinking about you."
"So, it really {is} her idea to be my slave?"
"It would appear so. Next, the question is, do you want her?"
"YES! I mean, sure, if CAMP is okay with it."
Mike hated having to remind people of this constantly, but, as a
recruitment officer, it came up at least once a day. "Ron, CAMP could care
less. On the whole, most CAMP members have at least one 'slave', as she has
chosen to call it. We prefer the term 'devotee', or 'follower', but you may
call her whatever you wish. We can, however, facilitate some of the details
of the deal. She will need to come with you to CAMP. The reason for this is
that anyone who has linked themselves to you this closely will have trouble
being away from you for that length of time. If you had decided to turn her
down, you would have needed to re-assert your power over her to change her
emotion toward you to something less, overpoweringly devoted."
"Okay. What do we need to do?"
"Well, we need to speak with her parents, or at least one. Can you
have them come here?"
"Sure. Let me call them." Ron called Mrs. Simmons, and asked if she
and Jessica could come over. He told her they needed to talk about Jessica's
schoolwork.
"Okay, they'll be here in a few minutes. They think we're going to
talk about schoolwork, if that helps you any."
"Very good, Ron. You understand already that the mother would not
approve of this if she understood it all. Jessica knows the truth, though,
doesn't she?"
"What do you mean by 'the truth'?"
"About the Ability."
"Not entirely. She just knows that I can control her mind, somehow."
"Ah. Very clever. That is a good strategy, never to let them know
exactly what you're capable of."
Just then, Sandra Chaffey walked in the door. Her outfit was stunning
today. Sandra had light brown hair, vibrant green eyes, and a small mouth
that begged to be kissed. She was wearing a light blue blouse that was thin
enough that one could see the dark spots of her nipples under it. <She's not
wearing a bra!> Ron tore his eyes away from that sight to continue down her
body. She was wearing a white skirt that hugged her curves in all the right
ways. Ron was instantly hard, and had to try hard not to let his eyes fall
out of his head.
"Hi, hon. Oh, hello again, Mr. -"
"McGavin, ma'am, but you can call me Mike."
"Well, Mike, I hope there's not a problem with Ron's application for
CAMP."
"Oh, no. Actually, I'm here to sign up another individual, one of
Ron's students. She has... different... needs and abilities, but we still
feel time at CAMP would be worthwhile. I am using Ron as a contact point, so
that the young lady will feel more comfortable, and so that Ron can help me
convince her."
"Well, that's nice. Well, Ron, we're alone again tonight. What would
you like for dinner?"
"I don't know, Mom. The last time we were alone we had pizza. Did
you have a rough day?"
"Yes, actually. But Mike here doesn't want to hear about all that.
If you're not going to be too long, I'll order the pizza now."
Ron looked over at Mike. Mike was trying very hard not to drool while
staring at his mother. "Um, no, we won't be much longer. As soon as they
arrive, it should only be about ten minutes or so."
"Okay then. I'm going upstairs to change." She walked over and gave
Ron a kiss that turned Mike green with envy. Then she sauntered up the
stairs, with two sets of eyes on her backside.
"I... um... see you've been working on your challenge."
"Yes, I have. I never like to get behind in my work." <Get behind
{of} my work, now that's a different story...> "You're going to have to
control Mrs. Simmons, aren't you?"
"No, Ron. You are. I'm not around here enough to make sure it
sticks. You'll have to convince her that whatever you say is what she should
do. Given what I just saw, that should be a piece of cake for you." The
doorbell rang then, and Ron got up to answer it.
"Good evening, Mrs. Simmons, Jess. Come in, please." They all came
into the living room, but Mrs. Simmons and Jess stopped when they saw Mike.
"Ron, I thought we were going to talk about my schoolwork?"
"Jess, do you remember what we spoke of [last Thursday]?"
Jessica's face brightened. "Yes, of course I do."
"Mike is here to help out with that, if you're still interested."
"I am!"
"Okay. Why don't you go sit by Mike. He might have some questions
for you, or he can explain about some things. I need to talk to your Mom for
a minute."
"Okay." She went and sat by Mike, who quietly began asking her some
questions. Ron went to Mrs. Simmons.
"Mrs. Simmons, can we sit for a moment and talk?"
"Certainly, Ron. What is this about? I thought-"
"Mrs. Simmons, what is your first name?"
"Mary, why?"
They had both sat down on the love seat across the room from the
couch. He took Mary's hand and said quietly. "You are completely relaxed.
Open your mind...."
After about ten minutes, Ron finished up. Mrs. Simmons would now do
anything he asked of her. He brought her back to Mike and Jess.
"Okay, Mike. Have you explained everything to Jess?"
"Yes. How about Mrs. Simmons?"
"Mary? I need you to sign these papers. This is an application for a
special camp this summer. It won't cost you anything, but I am going, and I
would like Jess to come with me. Will you sign the form?"
"Of course, Ron. Anything you need."
"You will need to explain this to your Dad, Jess. If he has any
questions, or if he has a problem with it, tell him to come talk to me,
alright?"
"Yeah, no problem." She got up and stood next to him, holding on to
his arm.
"Okay. Did the break do you any good, Jess?"
She looked at her mother, and answered carefully. "Sure, Ron." Then
she whispered, "it only made me want you more." He smiled at that, and then
escorted the ladies to the door. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, Jess.
Bye." The pizza guy showed up as they were leaving, so Ron paid for it and
took it to the kitchen. He returned to the living room to see Mike putting
his coat on.
"Well, I see that you have everything under control now. Nice work
with Mrs. Simmons, by the way. How in the hell did you learn to do that so
fast?"
"I dunno. I just practiced a few times. I hope I didn't mess anybody
up."
"You can fix it later if you did. No change is truly permanent: you
can always alter your own commands at a later time. Well, I'll be going now.
It was nice to see you again. I assume you have more work to do on your
assignment tonight."
"I hope so."
Ron let Mike out, and returned to the kitchen. His mother was there,
getting out plates. Although she said she was going to change, all she did
was put on a looser skirt. It was getting to the point that Ron couldn't walk
into the kitchen without getting aroused, so often had he encountered his
mother here. Tonight would be no different. In a common gesture, he embraced
her from behind. She set down the plates, and relaxed back into him. He knew
she could feel his cock, already hard, pressing into her back. She didn't
comment on it, she never had. Ron moved his hands up to her breasts.
Sandra was waiting for this. She had purposely [not] worn her bra
today, to see if he would still touch her there. She wanted it, needed it,
yet resisted it. This was her {son}, dammit! But his touch was so soft, so
gentle, so.... arousing. He was very good at this, and she wondered where he
had gained this skill. She was pressing her tits into his hands know, and his
hands covered her nipples, making very small circles that were exciting her no
end.
Ron was surprised. He had half expected a renewed protest. She was
letting him touch her breasts with only a sheer layer of fabric between them.
He wondered if he might not be making faster progress than he thought, but he
didn't want to push it. Finally, she turned around and embraced him, kissing
him deeply and sensuously. Then she broke it off. "If we don't get to the
pizza now, it's gonna get cold." She smiled, and returned to the plates.
Ron let it go at that, acknowledging that she was not ready for more.
He was wrong.
About an hour after they had finished dinner, Ron was in his room
finishing up a year-end project due for school. It wasn't due for another two
weeks, but why wait? He was writing up the final section when his Mom came to
his room.
"Ron?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Could you come give me a backrub, please? I'm all knotted up from
today."
"That bad, huh?"
"Oh, it was awful. Clients who couldn't make up their minds, my boss
was on my back, nothing seemed to go right."
"Okay, Mom. I'd be glad to." He saved his file and turned off the
computer. He followed her down to her room on the first floor. She laid down
on the bed, on her stomach. She had on just enough light to see by, but not
enough for the room to be well-lit.
"Close the door, too, would you, Ron? The light from out there is
bothering me." Ron was all too happy to close the door. He wondered if {she}
could read {his} mind. Then he thought, <Geez, I hope not! If she had any
idea what I was thinking right now...> Ron was purposely [not] interfering
with or reading her thoughts. After this evening, he was afraid he would push
too hard. He was going to have to be careful from now on, he thought.
He began rubbing her shoulders, and on down her back, but the fabric
of the shirt was such that it moved and rubbed in bad ways, and just plain was
in the way.
"Mom? this would be more comfortable if you took the shirt off." He
tried to keep the trembling out of his voice, but it was hard.
"Okay, Ron." She rolled to face away from him, and undid the shirt.
She lay back down and let him pull it the rest of the way off. Now, before
his eyes, was the skin he had longed to touch, to caress, and she was going to
let him. He really got into the massage, trying to do his best to please her.
After some time, he moved down to her legs. As usual, her skirt got in the
way. Normally, he just put up with this. Tonight, he thought, maybe he could
get away with....
"Mom?"
He didn't even have to ask. She undid the zipper and pushed it off of
her hips. "Go ahead and pull it off, honey." Ron did, and feeling her thighs
was a grand experience. He set about massaging her legs, relieving the
tension and knotting there. <You know, I could always get a job as a masseure
somewhere.> He was engrossed in what he was doing so much that he didn't even
wonder what his mother was thinking then.
<Should I let him? It would feel oh, so wonderful. He would be
gentle, I know he would. Maybe one more test...> She signalled to Ron that
he should stop. He figured this wonderful experience was over. <Well,
chances are we'll be doing this again, maybe I can get somewhere later.>
"Ron? Could you do me one more favor? Normally I would rub my skin
with baby oil. Can you do it for me? I'm so relaxed now, I don't want to
spoil it. It's over on the dresser."
Ron went and got the baby oil, and was ecstatic. <I'm going to get to
continue with this? Wow! I wonder how far I can go...> He started rubbing
the baby oil in, just like he had massaged her originally, though not as hard,
this was just a light touch. He eventually reached her feet, and expected
that this was the end. Just then, his mother turned over and said, "You're
not done, yet. You've only gone halfway. Start down there and work your way
up." She was smiling now, thought he wasn't paying much attention to her
face. His eyes were focussed on the gorgeous pair of knockers presented for
his viewing. Even with all he'd seen in the past few weeks, and all he'd
done, he was still in awe of his own mother's body.
Finally, he regained himself, and returned to his work, making sure to
be very thorough. He reached her thighs, and, although she still had on her
panties, he could feel the heat from between her legs, and he could sense the
moisture there. He knew from experience what that meant. <How far will this
go?> He started rubbing her belly, feeling it's smooth softness. He
deliberately passed over her breasts and worked on her shoulders. He rubbed
her neck, and across her throat. He hesitated at the final contact, but the
look she gave him was encouraging, so he proceeded.
He rubbed her breasts now as he had earlier, though now he could feel
her skin, actually touch her nipples. He was kneading gently, making small
circles on her flesh. She was definitely aroused by this, and getting more so
by the minute. Finally, she could stand no more.
"Ron, honey..."
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Do you know what 'making love' is?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, it's just sex, right?"
"It's sex, yes, but it's sex with someone you love dearly, and it's
gentle and warm and sensual. I want you to make love to me, Ron."
<[HOLY SHIT!]> He was not expecting this to happen tonight. He did a
quick mental check to make sure he hadn't done something, but, no, it was her
own thoughts. <Well, I guess I'll just declare success and do what she asks!>
He was smiling to himself now, and answered his mother.
"Mom, I would do anything that would make you happy."
"This will make me very happy, Ron."
Ron continued to massage her breasts, but he moved down her body so
that one hand could reach her panties. He slowly rubbed his hand over her
panties, moving lower and lower until he reached her pussy. It was covered
with cloth, but it was still the best he'd ever touched. He knew his judgment
on this was clouded, but he really didn't care.
"Take them off, Ron." He took hold of them with both hands and, with
her help, slid them down off her legs. He now had his mother, completely
nude, and stretched out before him, asking him to fuck her. He would do as
she asked, he would be gentle, and slow. He had learned some manner of
control in the last three weeks, and besides, he had already come in his pants
when his mother asked him. Ron figured now was as good a time as any to get
undressed. He pulled his clothes off as fast as he could, so he could return
to his mother.
Which he did. He resumed rubbing her pussy, this time directly. He
bent down and started sucking on one of her nipples, taking it into his mouth
and lashing it with his tongue. He stuck one finger deep into her pussy, and
started moving it slowly in and out. His mother was becoming very excited,
and was moving her hips slightly to his touch. He was wondering if he could
bring her to orgasm this way, and decided to try. He quickened the pace of
his finger, and moved to the other breast with his mouth. Then he started to
lick down her stomach, making little flicks here and there. Finally, he
reached her clit. He was sure he could get her off this way. He started
licking her slit as he pumped his finger in and out, and then kissed her clit.
That was all it took, and he had all he could do to hang on for the ride.
She bucked wildly all over the bed, and Ron just kept sucking and licking,
best as he could.
When she finally came down, Ron crawled up and gave her a warm,
passionate kiss. Then she gave him a look he really didn't understand and
said, "I want you in me. Now."
Well, Ron was not one to disobey his mother. He maneuvered himself
between her legs, and pressed himself into her pussy. The feeling was like
none of the others he'd had. She was warm, and wet, and soft, and slippery,
and just electrifying. She wasn't necessarily the [best], but she was the
most satisfying. He had labored to produce these results, and they were
better than he could have imagined. Ron started a slow rhythm, which they
were both content with, and Ron realized, it was going to be a very long
night....
Nikki and Dawn arrived home from the game at 11:00. They walked in
the door, and the house appeared deserted.
"Where are Mom and Ron?" Nikki asked.
"Well, Mom's door is shut, I guess she's in bed. Ron's probably in
his room."
Just then, they heard a noise from their mother's room.
"What was that?" queried Nicole.
"Shhh. Let's go listen." When they got there, the noises they heard
were unmistakable, especially after the last three weeks. Dawn motioned for
them to walk away from the door.
"Ron and {Mom}? I didn't know." whispered Nikki.
"Neither did I, Nikki. I think it might be a new thing. Mom's been
awfully lonely lately, and, well, we [both] know how good Ron is."
"Yeah. I'm getting wet just thinking about it..."
"What say we head upstairs and... take care of some things?" Dawn was
already wet, too, and she needed some relief. Nicole was only too happy to
help.
Eventually, Ron and Sandra wore each other out. But not until long
after Dawn and Nikki had gone to bed. They lay there, sated and happy.
Sandra was wishing she had done this long ago, Ron was glad he had held off.
"You know, Ron, we're going to have to be careful around your
sisters."
"What d'ya mean, Mom?" He knew what she meant, but he was setting her
up.
"Well, they're not really going to understand this. I mean, mothers
and sons don't normally do this. I'm glad we're different, though. We'll
need to make sure we don't do anything to give ourselves away."
"Ummmm.... Mom, there's something you need to know about our
family......" And with that, Ron knew the best was yet to come, so to speak,
and that he was going to have a great two months before he headed off to CAMP.
End Chapter 5
End Part 1
To be continued???? That depends on YOU!
-- CJ
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I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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