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!
Previous Chapter | Home
