CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 4
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 you’re 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 you’re
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."
"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 knelt 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 there 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 lay 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 Conditioning 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 at least 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 at one time. 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 hurt.
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 cum 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 seems 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 ulterior 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, 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."