CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 5
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 a single word of this exchange, but
she was too focused 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 focused 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 every time
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 his 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 thought 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 masseur. 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, signaled 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 ten-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 squealed 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 until 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 his 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 off 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 murmured "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 it, 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 excite 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 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 now, 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 masseur 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
signaled 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, though 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.