_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 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 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 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
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 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 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.