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CAMP - Ron’s Journey

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!


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