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| Introduction: Not my story either, but I thought it could be better. I just posted a version of this (which I thought was finalised), but I changed it. Here is the improved version of the improved version. | ||
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There was sod all seduction in the version posted by Micheal Sharpe. There is in this version. Read on... Chapter 5 - The Seduction of Sandra 1/ Sandra’s Foot Massage Ron was thinking about his challenge to fuck his sexy mother as he was getting ready for bed, and decided it was time he really got going on it…and that he would do so tonight, now. All he had done so far was give her a few kisses that were slightly more than platonic, and he wanted to get started for real. He took his robe off, put only the bottoms of his pyjamas on and then spent a few minutes trying to send his mom the ideas that she was feeling horny and that her feet ached, despite the fact that these two were slightly contradictory. When he sensed that these were well embedded he also sent her the ideas that she was feeling thirsty and that she should do something about it. Satisfied that his “transmissions” had been “received”, he hid his nervousness and went downstairs, hoping to find his mother in the kitchen. When he arrived, he was pleased to find his mother by the sink pouring out a glass of water, said he had come down for the same thing…and managed not to get a hard-on at the thought of the eroticism of what he planned to be doing in a few minutes. He did think she looked a bit frazzled, though he knew this was the result of his “influence”, and commented on it. ‘Rough day, mom?’ he asked as he approached her from behind and gave her a hug. She stiffened for a moment but then relaxed as the “feel horny” emotions he had sent overcame her natural response. She turned round to face him and answered, ‘Yeah, Ron. It seems like I walked a thousand miles today.’ ‘Do your feet hurt?’ he asked, giving her a little kiss on the lips. ‘Want me to give your feet a massage?’ This was normal enough offer as Ron was very good at giving massages and the whole family was very appreciative of his skill. ‘Oh, yes. Would you?’ she replied, and kissed him back. But Ron had an ulterior motive for making the offer this time, since the point of this challenge was to “condition” her so that her inhibitions would be negated. He had realised that a little misdirection was needed at the start in order to avoid her inhibitions kicking in straight away as he knew these would have the effect of throwing up permanent barriers against his “influence”. He arranged two chairs facing each other, so they could both sit while he tended to her foot in his lap, as he had on many previous occasions, and made as though he was going to sit down. Then he stopped partway through the movement, to give the impression of having just had a better idea, and said, ‘Oh, hang on, if I do your feet now, down here, and then you walk on them all the way upstairs, you will lose a lot of the benefit of what I have done. Can we go to your bedroom and I’ll give your feet an extra special massage on your bed. That way you can go to sleep with the full effect of the massage still in place.’ His mom agreed to this as it just sounded like nothing more than a very sensible proposal. She didn’t know that he wanted to get her in a situation where she would be totally relaxed, with no distractions so her mind would be open to his “input”, so he could proceed with the initial stage of conditioning her mind to make her want to have sex with him. So they went up to his mom’s room where she laid down diagonally across her double bed, still wearing her dressing gown which he noted was belted up fairly tight. He also noted that although the dressing gown was rather long, there was only an inch or so of overlap at her waist and a wide vee down the front where the edges were held apart by her large breasts. That’ll look good in a few minutes, with just her dressing gown and no nightie he thought, and he could hardly wait. He started to massage one of his mothers’ feet, but now he was making minor adjustments to various parts of her thought processes. First he “adjusted” her emotional state so that she would feel a little horny when she was not at home and thought about him, more horny all the time she was at home and incredibly horny when they were both at home at the same time, and tied it’s intensity to their proximity to one another. So the closer they were together the more horny she would feel. I might have to remind her that my room is directly above hers, so she knows I am very near in terms of actual distance when we are both in bed. That way I can make her feel horny even when I’m asleep. He also made sure his mother wouldn’t be interested in forming a relationship with any other man. But he stopped short of instilling a desire for her to have sex with him: to do so had to be entirely her decision. Then he added a small compulsion for her not to wear any underwear whenever she was at home, she was to remove it all as soon as possible after she got in from work. Lastly he added another compulsion for her to wear her dressing gown after 9.00pm, and she was never to wear anything else with it. She was to sleep in the nude as well. He added a small part to this so that when he left the room in a minute she would remove her nightie and leave it draped over the back of the chair at the dressing table by the door. Then she was to lie down in the middle of the bed wearing only the dressing gown but without doing the belt up and her hands on the pillow by her head. When he felt these “conditions” were set up properly, he left the room for a few minutes, saying his glass of water was downstairs in the kitchen and he wanted to fetch it. He didn’t mention that he had been planning this from the moment he saw her in the kitchen and had deliberately “forgotten” his drink. When he returned, with his glass and having allowed what he sensed was enough time for his “adjustments” to take effect, he opened the door and immediately saw her nightie draped over the chair. Well that worked. Good. Then he looked at his mom lying on the bed and saw the wide vee of her dressing gown, which went down as far as her navel, now showed her deep cleavage and her large, bare breasts almost to her nipples. Excellent. He put the glass on the dressing table by the door, walked over to the far side of the bed and sat down on the edge facing the head end like before, and made a performance of trying to continue the foot massage whilst sitting in such an awkward position. It was true that he did have to twist around to get at her feet although he could have compensated very easily by turning round a little and moving over a few inches. After a couple of minutes he said, ‘Mom, it’s a bit awkward like this. Will you move your foot over here a bit please.’ She moved her right foot closer to where Ron was sitting on the edge of the bed about half way along. ‘A bit more,’ Ron said, pleased to note that because the dressing gown was not belted up, the movement of her leg was dragging the whole side clear of her body, as he had hoped. She stretched her right leg out more, bending it a little at the knee, until it was almost at a right angle to her body and her foot was on its side in his lap. But she felt that was alright as, to her, the only reason she had moved her leg was so her son could continue his foot massage. It simply didn’t register that the entire right side of her body from her shoulder down to her foot, including all of her right breast, her left breast almost to the nipple and some of her pubes were completely exposed. Sandra closed her eyes and Ron saw a dreamy expression appear on her face as he caressed her foot and sent extra “feel horny” emotions. She suddenly reached up to grab the headboard with both hands, arching her back and thrusting her breasts upwards, and stretched her left leg out a little way to the other side with her toes pointing down. ‘Aaaaahhhh, that feels good, Ron.’ The far side of the dressing gown fell away so that now the only parts of her body covered were her arms and part of her left leg between her thigh and her knee, leaving all of her pubes and both breasts fully exposed, her nipples growing erect. When he felt he had done enough on that foot he stroked his right hand up her calf to hold the underside of her knee and put his left hand on the ball of her foot. He pushed her knee gently up towards the head of the bed, bending her leg at the knee some more and moving it almost half way to the pillow. This action didn’t arouse any suspicions either as he “influenced” her to think he was only moving her foot off his lap and onto the bed so he could stand up. Satisfied with having got his mother like this without her noticing anything out of the ordinary, he walked to the other side of the bed, nearest to the door, sat down on the edge, but on her left and closer to the head end, and said, ‘Now your other foot, please.’ When she moved her left foot towards the left side of the bed, he reached out to take hold of her calf and pushed her left knee towards the head of the bed to match her right. This drew the left side of her dressing gown the rest of the way off her body, leaving her as good as nude. But she was feeling so relaxed, and unbelievably horny, that she ignored as irrelevant the facts that she was naked apart from her dressing gown which was now completely open, and that she was lying in such a blatantly sexual position. Ron kept quiet as he massaged her left foot and concentrated on intensifying her aroused state, and getting aroused himself as he watched her hands slide slowly down over the front of her bare body. Both hands stopped at her ample breasts where she squeezed her hard nipples. Then her left hand carried on going lower until she touched her erect clitoris. Sandra eased the finger between her wet swollen labia into her pussy and started masturbating gently as his massage continued. She stretched her right hand out, pulled the drawer of her bedside table open without looking and reached in to produce a vibrator. Wow, I didn’t suggest that, he thought. Still in a semi-somnambulant state, she eased the vibrator a little way into her pussy, her left hand now manipulating her clitoris, and switched it on low by twisting the end. He couldn’t believe it when she began moving it in and out, gradually going deeper and faster, and was rapidly approaching her orgasm when Ron asked, ‘How’s that, mom?’ She lifted her head up, looked across at him where he was holding her foot, and realised how exposed she was, to her own son, that she was masturbating with a vibrator pushing deep inside her pussy and that she was almost having an orgasm. Such was her dreamy, near-orgasmic state that it took a while for the impropriety of the way she was lying and what she was doing to sink in, but when it had done so she put her hand on the end of the vibrator and hid it by pushing it as far into her pussy as it would go. But in doing this she inadvertently twisted the end all the way, turning the power up full and bringing her orgasm even closer. Then she said, ‘Mmmmmm. That was just, aaaaaaahhhhhh, great, honey. Thank youhooooo very much, but I thhhhhh, I think you should, mmmmmmmmm, go to bed now.’ ‘Well, it has been a long day,’ he responded, trying to get past the awkwardness of the moment. Then Ron moved forwards to lie across her upper-thigh, his erection sticking out through the fly of his pyjama bottoms and "hooked" under her thigh, and gave his mom what she initially thought was to be a simple kiss goodnight, but he made it much longer and more passionate than any she’d ever experienced before. When he felt her breasts and hard nipples against his bare chest he wondered what reaction he’d get. They broke the kiss, and his mother began to say something. ‘Ron…aaaaahhhhh…Ronald...’ ‘Yeah, mom?’ He knew she was arguing with herself, her orgasm even closer with the vibrator still on maximum, and knew he mustn’t interfere, though he wanted to see which way it would go so to give her another little “nudge” in the right direction he put his left hand on her right breast, squeezing her nipple, and kissed her again just as passionately whilst mentally stimulating her g-spot as well. They broke the kiss again, and he could sense her mental confusion even more. Part of her mind, which he recognised as her conscience, suddenly tripped in with He’s my son, I must get him out of here so I can cum and she said, ‘Goohoooood night. Sleep well, dear.’ Oh well, I can’t expect total success immediately. ‘Okay, you too, mom. Love ya.’ ‘I love you too, Ron.’ Ron went to go to his own room, his rigid cock sticking out like a bowsprit and having to walk carefully as he left his mothers’ room so she wouldn’t see. When he arrived, he laid down on his bed and drew the covers over him as he thought about what had just happened with his mom. He knew the dangers of using mental control in the challenge for him to fuck his mother, but felt that making her remove her nightie and ensuring she didn’t wear underwear around the house were acceptable deviations. After all, they were not directly related to her having sex with him. And making her feel horny in his presence was only to help demolish the barrier of her inhibition. He cast his mind around, trying to sense his mother as he wanted to find out what she thought about their “encounter”. He felt a stray thought drifting through the night air, recognised it as being from his mother and followed it back to the source. Suddenly he was “in” her mind, reading her thoughts on the event. Ron’s behaviour over the last week is baffling. Even more troubling is that I am beginning to like it. But what’s happening to me? I let my son kiss me every night this week, and his kisses recently have definitely been more than just platonic. And the foot massage he just gave me felt soooo good. He could sense that she was using her vibrator. The kisses afterwards. Wow. Made my toes curl. What would have happened if I hadn’t sent him off to his own bed? Would he have licked my clitoris…oooooooohhhhhh, that feels good in my pussy. She pumped the vibrator faster. Would he have fuuuc…aaaaaaahhh, yes. No. No. No. But it might have been soooooo good. No. No. No. He’s my son. Ron listened for a while longer, but his mothers’ thought processes seemed to have got stuck in a loop, going from the idea of him in or on her bed with her, to him licking her clitoris before the voice of her conscience interrupted her pleasurable sensations, and stopped her imminent orgasm, saying, No, no, no, he’s my son. He wished that Nikki or Dawn, or both, were with him now as he didn’t think he would be able to sleep much tonight unless he got some sexual “relief”. Suddenly, he heard the noise of his bedroom door opening. It was Nikki. And she was naked. Huh, I was just thinking about her. Could I have “called” her. She came into the room without saying a word, walked over to the bed and yanked the covers off. Still not saying anything, she straddled his thighs, sitting upright, held his hard cock and lowered her wet pussy down onto him. Nikki began pumped up and down, taking his cock deep and squeezing him with the muscles of her cunt before lifting up and down again, so slowly. And again. The door opened a second time as Nikki carried on pumping up and down. It was Dawn, and she was naked as well. Dawn didn’t say anything either, she just walked over to him, climbed onto the bed to kneel straddling his face and lowered herself down until her clitoris was touching his mouth. She rubbed her clitoris over his mouth and when he didn’t do anything, he was concentrating on the sensation of his cock in Nikki’s hot pussy, she finally spoke. She said just one word. ‘Lick.’ He did, and Nikki started pumping faster and faster. They finally came, all together, with the girls screaming their orgasms so loud as he pumped his cum up inside Nikki’s pussy that he suddenly sensed had woken his mom. She was supposed to not hear Nikki and Dawn having sex, but she can’t have recognised the sounds as being sexual in origin. ‘Quickly, girls, get back to bed,’ he told them, and they scampered off just in time. Phew, that was close, he thought as he heard his mom’s footsteps on the stairs. I know I have “programmed” mom to ignore seeing me having sex with anyone, but I haven’t “programmed” the girls not to notice that mom doesn’t notice me fucking them. I don’t even know if I can. Perhaps I shouldn’t bother because I should be able to fuck mom soon, and after that… Well. Hmmmm, all three at once. Could be good. He heard his mom go to see the girls, after which she came to his room and opened the door. He read her thought I’ll just give him a kiss goodnight. ‘Are you alright, Ron?’ she asked, and walked over to the head of his bed. As she came towards him, he wondered if his new “powers” included a telekinetic ability as well and “pictured” the belt of her dressing gown getting loose. It did, and was completely undone by the time she reached him. His arm was hanging over the side of the bed and as she approached, his hand went between her legs. ‘Ron, are you alright? I heard a noise.’ ‘I’m fine, mom,’ he replied, turning his hand to put his palm on her inner thigh. She bent down to give him a little kiss, and he extended his thumb to caress her clitoris. The kiss continued, and got a little more passionate as she bent her knees a bit to force slightly firmer pressure from his thumb. Sandra suddenly broke the kiss and pushed his hand away as the voice of her conscience tripped in. ‘Goodnight Ron. Sleep tight.’ 02 Sandra’s Foot Massage Fantasy The next day, after an evening spent tutoring Jessica and then fucking her brains out, Ron felt tired and went to bed early. However, he woke up at about two in the morning for some reason and couldn’t get back to sleep. Then he thought of his “challenge” and cast his mind about trying to identify any thoughts that he might trace back to his mom, like he had done the night before. Ah, there’s one. He was “in” his mothers’ mind again and saw she was thinking about the foot massage he had given her the previous night, the vibrator humming away in her pussy. Pleased at this, as he would only have to make a few minor adjustments if he felt it wasn’t moving far enough in the right direction, he decided to just observe for now. She went through the entire sequence, but he “took over” when she got to the point where she was squeezing her nipple as he sensed that she was about to end the fantasy. Her son stroked up the inside of her left thigh with feather light touches, gradually getting closer to her pussy. ‘Oh, yes.’ Her son tickled the skin closer to her pussy. ‘Mmmmmmmmm, I like that.’ And closer. Her son ran the tip of his finger up and down between her juicy swollen labia. ‘Mmmm, do it again.’ Her son put the tip of his finger between her labia at the bottom end of her slit and traced upwards between the hot, moist flesh until he was touching her clitoris. She felt her son moving on the bed as his finger started drawing little circles around her clitoris, and her son nudged her hand away from her left breast with the side of his head. His finger manipulated her clitoris some more, and occasionally pushed into her soaking pussy as well. His mouth was now above her nipple and he blew gently, increasing her arousal. The eroticism of the fantasy meant the stimulation from her vibrator was exciting her even more than it would otherwise. Her son lowered his head, took her nipple between his lips and sucked gently. ‘Oh, yes, that’s good.’ Two fingers now pumped in and out of her pussy as her son moved his head sideways, planting a trail of kisses up her neck to her throat, to her chin. Finally her son kissed her on the lips, pushing his fingers deeper. She pumped the vibrator faster. Her son licked across her closed lips and her mouth opened to allow admission to his tongue, and to allow her own tongue to pass into his mouth. His fingers reached deeper and touched her g-spot. ‘Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh, yes.’ He could tell she was getting very near her orgasm now. Her son lifted his head up a little and asked, ‘Cum for me mom?’She snapped out of the fantasy just as the vibrator took her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. No, no, no, he’s my son. Aaaaaaaahhhhh, that’s good. No…son…no…yeeeeessss, I’m cumming…my…my son…yeeeeessss…nooo. Ron felt justifiably satisfied with the progress he was making in his “challenge”, and the certainty of success got him so turned on that he wished Dawn and Nikki were here. Could he “call” them again. The door opened a minute later. It was Dawn and Nikki, both naked again, Dawn carrying a packet of condoms. Neither spoke or wasted any time but Nikki sat on his face so he could suck her clit while Dawn rolled a condom onto his hardness and sat on his cock, taking it deep as he thrust up and down until they all came. Dawn dumped the used condom into the trash, the two returned to her own rooms and they all went to sleep. 03 Tammy It was Saturday now, Dawn was out with friends and Nikki was up in her room doing whatever. His mom was out in the back garden gardening and he was supposed to be doing the dishes, but he knew Nikki’d get to them eventually. Ron had just sat down in the lounge and was thinking about how to progress to the next step in his mother’s “conditioning”. But he was interrupted by the loud ringing or the doorbell, went to see who it was and was a little 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?’ Ron realised something was troubling her as soon as Tammy walked in, and automatically sent encouraging thoughts so she would feel compelled to tell him. She didn’t really want to talk about it but, after his psychic intervention, felt she just had to ask him for help. Ron hadn’t learned much in the way of fine control on his telepathy yet, but all of a sudden, he heard. He now knew what the problem was, he just had to get her to tell him without giving away the fact that he already knew. ‘Is there something wrong, Tammy?’ he said, giving her mind another little “push” to get her to open up. ‘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?’ he asked, giving her mind another push. ‘I don’t know how to say this, but I feel 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.’ ‘Tammy, do you 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 and I’ve never…you know...’ ‘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, gorgeous breasts almost as big as Nikki’s, and legs that seemed to go on forever - a real knockout. Tammy blushed from his compliment. ‘Nah. I’m just not good around boys. I get all silly. But, Ron, Nikki makes me feel...different, ya know?’ 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. That’s why I need help. 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 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, I’m gonna help. Just wait here until I get back,’ he said, adding a small compulsion so she wouldn’t leave. 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 to find Nikki lying naked on her bed. ‘Nikki? I have an unusual question to ask.’ ‘Shoot.’ ‘You like doing it with Dawn, right?’ ‘You bet, and with you too, Ron. Do we have time...’ she said, turned over and started fingering her pussy. 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, especially you, 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 jumped up off the bed and 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 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. Try dressing in something that will make you look sexy but not too blatant. 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 at first. As I thought, she got pretty excited about it when I told her I was talking about you. 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 so you two can be together, and do whatever you like. Don’t worry about my mom, I’ll keep her occupied down here.’ He concluded by saying, ‘I’m going to do this because I like you, and because Nikki’s my step-sister, and I want her to be happy. Now, are you ready?’ Tammy had been fidgeting ever since he’d said Nikki 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 saw Nikki lying on the bed wearing a robe that had been bought for her two years ago. Her breasts had grown so much that it wouldn’t close properly any more and there was such a wide gap down the front that much of her large bra-less breasts were showing. ‘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 with a girl, and first times should always be special,’ urging Tammy forwards to stand in front of him. Then he added, ‘Maybe later, huh,’ flicking his eyes at Tammy and winking. Tammy didn’t understand any of this exchange, but she was too focused on Nicole’s body to care. ‘Go for it, Tammy,’ Ron said, and she immediately started to pull her blouse off as she walked toward the bed... Before Ron left the room he said he would go and keep mom occupied in the garden and added a mental constraint telepathically, Neither of you are to look in the garden when I’m out there with mom, but open the window when you have finished. 04 Sandra’s First Full Massage Fantasy He headed downstairs, and thought about how to distract his mother. She should still be in the garden, I’ll just watch her from the kitchen first to find out what she’s doing. Ron looked out one of the windows, and when saw her lying on a sun bed on the patio, he had an idea of how to see what progress he was making with his “challenge”. First, I need to know what she’s thinking. Ron focused his mind and found that his mother was daydreaming. He was disappointed after what he had been doing over the last few days to find that her fantasy was only slightly erotic and it did not include him. He decided to alter that immediately. He would change her fantasy so that not only would it be highly erotic, it would also include him. Slowly, as the fantasy progressed, he substituted an image of himself in place of the man in her dream. It took a great deal of concentration to maintain this change because every time she noticed the substitution, she tried to change it back. Sandra was worried. Sandra was feeling sexually aroused. Very aroused, even more than was usual for the last few days. She was beginning to writhe on her sun bed as the image in her mind massaged her body. She was worried because some part of her mind had started to put her son in the role of the man, which worried her more because it was turning her on so much. The man slowly pulled her clothes off, piece by piece. She undid several of the buttons on her dress. When she was naked, her son eased her down onto her back, and her son, no, the man caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. She undid the rest of the buttons, pulled the sides of her dress apart and squeezed her nipples. Then her son...no…the man moved his hands to between her thighs... She moved her legs apart and her son...no…the man touched her clitoris. ‘Oh, yes. Do it.’ Her son...no…the man licked two of his fingers, stroked her clitoris and then pushed them inside. ‘Oh, that feels good.’ Her son pushed his fingers deeper, and deeper until they were moving over her g-spot. ‘Yyyyyyyyyeeeessss.’ Her son...no…the man licked her clitoris. Then her son pulled his fingers out of her wet pussy and pushed his tongue inside instead. His tongue pushed in deeper, she couldn’t believe how big it was – almost like a cock, and then withdrew. ‘Cum for me, mom?’ It is my son. Sandra wrenched herself back to full awareness. She looked down and saw that her hands were on her pussy…and she even had two fingers pushed deep into her cunt. She pulled them out, and they were covered with her juice. What is happening to me? I shouldn’t be thinking such things about my own son? She wiped her fingers on her dress, and decided she’d better get back to work at the flower bed, but she was so turned on it just didn’t register that all the buttons on her dress were now undone and it was pulled wide open... Well, that was entertaining, thought Ron, even if I didn’t manage to take the fantasy any further than last night. He got a can of Coke from the fridge, and headed outside. The moment he walked through the door into the garden, he noticed how hot it was that day so he took his t-shirt off and threw it in the general direction of the laundry room. His mother was now kneeling down at the flower beds and he walked up to her, sensing that she didn’t yet know he was there. Then he had an idea of how to take a shortcut towards assessing his progress. I wonder if I can make myself invisible to her. He struggled with this one, but thought of something that might work. He looked around him to get a panoramic image of the garden, an image that didn’t include him, obviously, because it was seen through his eyes, and sent that image to his mother. This way, if she looked at anything, she should just see an empty garden and not him. Nothing happened. Not that anything should have as she would have done nothing anyway. He tried waving his hand in front of her face. No reaction. It was as if he wasn’t there. This could be fun. Ron set the Coke on the ground, reached out to touch his mother and hesitated, not sure if he could maintain the illusion if there was actual physical contact. Then he decided to give it a shot. First, he placed his hands on her shoulders. She stiffened, looked around, and apparently saw nothing. She attempted to go back to work, but just then he started massaging her shoulders. She stopped working, and relaxed into the feeling. He could sense her confusion at the apparent nothing caressing her shoulders, but he didn’t stop. He pulled her back, until she fell onto her rump, and then knelt down behind her. She spread her legs wide for balance, her feet flat on the ground with her hands on her knees, and 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 a few minutes, then decided to get bold. He widened the area of the massage until he was covering all of her upper back and sides. Finally, he gave in to temptation, reached round and began caressing her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, of course, and the sides of her dress were wide apart, so his hands were now moving over the skin of her bare breasts and squeezing her nipples, and it felt good to him. What the hell is going on with me? she thought, Am I going crazy? I can distinctly feel hands on my body, on my breasts, but there is no one there. Am I really that horny? I wish it was my son doing this. No I don’t. Sandra closed her eyes when the apparent nothing squeezed her nipples, let out a moan, and fell backwards, her feet still flat on the ground and her knees up. Ron shifted out of her way quickly so she fell onto the grass and not him. Now that she was lying down, he moved round to her side, bent down to suck one nipple, squeezed the other and covered her pubes with his hand, a finger pushed into her pussy. She looked down at her breast, saw nothing there and such was her dreamy state that she attributed what she was feeling to just being so horny. He pushed two fingers in, then three, and sucked her nipple harder. When her knees fell apart the rest of the way, and her pussy was open to his gaze as well as her breasts, he decided that the opportunity to check his progress had arrived. So he stood up quickly, picked up the coke can and moved a few paces toward the house. When he moved, his mother let out an anguished moan at the sudden cessation of stimulation to her pussy and nipples, moved her hands down and started manipulating them herself. When he sensed that she was approaching her peak, he removed his invisibility control and then walked over to his mom to stand between her legs. He let her carry on until he sensed her orgasm was just starting before he asked, ‘Mom? Are you okay?’ She opened her eyes and smiled up at him as his voice snapped her back to reality. Not only was it too late to stop her orgasm as it crashed over her but the fact that her son was watching somehow made the rush of pleasure more intense; she didn’t know he was using his psychic powers to make her orgasm more powerful. For the first time in her life she actually squirted a load of girl-cum which sprayed all over his front right up to his face. It took a few moments for her to recover and she could speak, so he wiped her cum from his face and repeated, ‘Mom? Are you okay?’ ‘Yes, honey, I’m just fine. Could you help me up, please?’ she asked, apparently unconcerned that she was not wearing any underwear or that her dress was wide open and her legs parted, displaying her almost total nudity, or that she had just had an incredible orgasm in front of her son. So, maybe she really doesn’t care any more. That’s progress with a capital “P”. Ron set the Coke down on the grass at his feet, slowly so she would know he was also taking a long look at her almost totally naked body, and pulled her up with both hands, a little more forcefully than necessary. The force of his pull caused her body to collide with his, her arms went around his neck for balance and his hands moved to her waist under her dress, and he took full advantage. He wrapped his arms around her, pushing her dress aside even more, and kissed her full on the mouth. She responded immediately, feeling her bare breasts against the skin of his chest and opening her mouth to let his tongue in. This was something she hadn’t voluntarily done before in the real world, only in her dreams, and it showed yet more progress especially when she held his head and responded with some tongue-action of her own. Ron knew he had to move in small steps to get further in his challenge and gradually worked his hands down her back as the kiss continued, giving her plenty of time to stop him, until they came to rest on her bare ass cheeks. Then he squeezed. Sandra tensed, and now felt his erection pushing against her bare pubes, with only the cloth of his shorts between them, but she still didn’t break the kiss for some seconds. ‘Oh, Ron...we shouldn’t be doing this.’ ‘Don’t you like it, mom?’ he said, and squeezed her ass cheeks again, pulling her harder against his crotch. ‘Yes, honey, I do, but that’s not the point.’ ‘Maybe it is the point, mom. Why shouldn’t you do something if you like it…Anyway, I brought you a Coke. You looked awfully hot out here.’ She sensed he was 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.’ Ron looked up at his step-sister’s window and saw it was open, as he’d told the girls, so they must have finished. ‘Why don’t we go in now?’ he said, handing her the drink. ‘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 great. 05 Sandra’s Second Full Massage Fantasy The next week was heaven for Ron, even though he’d temporarily lost one partner since Nikki and Tammy were going at it hot and heavy every day. He was okay with the loss for now as he knew it would change soon, when his attempts to “influence” his mother and Tammy so they would both want to have sex with him bore fruition. His own immediate sexual desires were satisfied because he was fucking Dawn several times a day, and he’d had two one and a half hour sessions of almost non-stop sex with Jessica. He was amused about the situation with Jessica, although he couldn’t understand it. For some reason she was becoming more friendly towards him, one might even say devoted. Saturday came round again and Tammy had just arrived, to be led upstairs by Nikki. They paused at his doorway where Nikki asked him to keep mom busy in the garden. When he asked why, though he knew the answer, he realised his earlier compulsion for Nikki to give him the full details still held as she whipped her t-shirt off revealing her large bra-less breasts. Then she squeezed her nipples and said she will be having sex with Tammy. His saw that his “instruction” to Tammy also held because she took her top off, and her bra, turned Nikki to face her and they embraced, their breasts squashed together, and shared a deep French kiss. He agreed to the request, repeating the instructions that neither of them look into the garden while he was there with mom and to open the window when they were finished. Ron waited in his room for a while, watching Tammy and Nikki in her bedroom next door, and they didn’t waste any time before getting naked and going into a 69 on Nikki’s bed. He had found it easy to “implant” simple curiosity in Tammy about what it would be like to have his cock pumping into her pussy. However, he was finding it difficult to get her to accept his altering the “curiosity” about what she would feel if she had sex with him to “wishful anticipation” of how big her orgasms could be when he fucked her. He thought this was either because she was a lesbian or because he had to get her to overcome her resistance to the idea of losing her virginity first, of losing it to him, and concluded, I guess I’ll have to ask Mike about it, the reason it takes so long. That decided, Ron moved on to his favourite topic of late, his mother, and summarised in his mind the progress he had made so far. I’ve got her to accept kissing me more like a girlfriend than a mother, and she doesn’t wear a bra or panties at home any more. She doesn’t really protest when I put my hands on her ass or tits, or even when I feel her pussy, though she always comments on it being not right. Now, I haven’t seen her totally naked yet, but she knows there are several times that I’ve been as close to doing so as makes no odds, and I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t object if I did as she didn’t have any worries that she gave herself an orgasm while I was standing not two feet away watching. He paused in his summarising for a moment, remembering how he managed to use his psychic powers to intensify her orgasm to the point where she actually squirted cum right up into his face. I’ve been monitoring all her fantasies for two weeks, making sure they have been extremely sexual, and that I was the only other participant in all of them, even those that started with someone else. Most of the time the fantasy-me has been giving her massages, which I’m gradually making more explicit, and the dream-me has got as far as fingering or fisting her pussy every night this week. But she won’t allow the dream-me to lick her clit very often and when the dream-me gets her close to orgasm, she realises it’s me she’s fantasising about and snaps awake. He knew that first he needed her to accept the idea of him making her orgasm in her fantasy and then he had to get her to decide to have him make her cum in real life, and understood that he should try to push this along as fast as possible because his mom hadn’t had such a sexual release all week. She’d always woken up a fraction too soon, often just as her orgasm began. He knew this was particularly acute for her because she was permanently horny when she was at home, more so when he was at home as well, and the almost unbearable sexual frustration was beginning to take its toll. His mother was out in the back garden again and he decided to go see what she was doing before going out to join her, and keep her occupied, as promised. Ron went downstairs, looked out through the kitchen window and saw his mother at the flower bed pulling weeds up. So he enforced his invisibility control again so she couldn’t see him, went outside and sat down in a chair on the patio while he thought about how to proceed. He “looked” into her mind, “saw” her thoughts roiling with sexual tension and decided that his mother was now ready for another sexual fantasy session involving him, and he would try to take this one a lot further. So he “implanted” the idea that she wanted to relax on a sun bed because she was feeling more horny than usual in the hot sun. His mother finished up as soon as the idea appeared in her mind, came over to the patio and laid down on the only sun bed there, which was facing him just feet away. Ron was pleased to note, as she was walking over, that she knew the only reason she was going to lie down was so she could have a sexual fantasy, and she added the thought on her own that it would probably be about him as he had been in all such fantasies of hers recently, even though he’d sent no such messages. Sandra closed her eyes and he began with setting up a massage scenario in her mind. ...She found herself in a misty void, lying face down on a cushioned table. She knew it was a massage table, and that she was naked with a large towel draped over her, covering her entire body from her shoulders to below her knees. She knew she was waiting for the masseur to arrive and immediately suspected, with a sense of hopeful dread because of the impropriety of what she was considering, that the masseur would indeed be her son. She felt a shiver of excited anticipation that this time she would get her son to give her more than a simple massage, a lot more. Since it was her hope that he might be the fantasy masseur, and her own idea that she would get him to give her more than just a basic massage, Ron decided to put himself into the fantasy at once. The formless mist around her immediately took shape and solidified into her dining room. She already associated her son, Ron, with a good massage, and since she was now on a towel spread out on the table in the dining room at home, she was not surprised to have her suspicion about the identity of the masseur confirmed when she saw her son walk into the room wearing his white towelling dressing gown. ‘Are you here to give me a, er, massage?’ she asked, feeling another shiver of arousal as she became certain of how this fantasy was going to develop. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Well shut the door please.’ He did. ‘Lock it.’ He did that as well. Closing and locking the door was her own contribution to the fantasy, delighting Ron as he understood that she had decided to prevent the possibility of dreaming any interruptions. She knew the fantasy massage would be erotic because it included her son, she now associated his presence in her fantasies with sex, and whereas she had stopped the fantasy before, now she wanted nothing to prevent it from being able to progress on it’s own to wherever it was destined to go. But she didn’t realise that he was “driving” and that "destiny" wasn’t a factor as he fully intended to take the “massage” all the way if he could. Her son walked over to stand on her left and whipped the towel away, immediately putting one hand on her bare ass and the other high on the back of her left thigh with his fingers pushed between her legs, his index finger touching her labia. Ron was elated that she didn’t have any misgivings about the content of this “imposed” part of the fantasy, considering the abruptness of his first moves, so he dreamed her legs moving apart and his hand swivelling around to cup her pussy. He knew that since he was now caressing her naked body so intimately, her continued unconditional acceptance of his presence was a big step forward. To give him an idea of how much more “input” was needed from him he let the fantasy develop on its own for a few minutes, with just her mind “driving”, and concentrated on what her body was doing in the “real” world. She continued with the beginning he had “imposed”. ...Her son caressed her ass with one hand, his other cupping her pussy with the middle finger pushing between her labia and pumping into her pussy. But she abruptly moved him sideways to massage her upper back and arms, and moved her legs together. So perhaps that beginning was too fast. She dreamed him doing her shoulders and her lower back, then he moved down to her feet, avoiding her ass on the way, and then slowly up her legs. But she stopped his hands short of touching her ass and pussy again. She obviously needs to be prepared some more so I’ll input that the dream-me is using some massage oil. The hands left her thighs and she felt some warm liquid dripping onto her back. ‘What’s that, Ron.’ ‘Some massage oil.’ He massaged her back using the oil, then her sides and the visible parts of her breasts. He smoothed his hands over her hips and her ass cheeks, and this time she parted her legs of her own volition when he reached the tops of her thighs, so he didn’t go lower. This time when he put his hand on her pussy and pumped a finger inside her, she didn’t stop him. The massage had turned sexual, as she had known it would, and she was hoping its would never end…but she wasn’t sure if the session should proceed to its next logical stage, to doing her front, and stopped the hands moving. Ron decided it was time he started controlling the fantasy because he felt it was going far too slow with just her mind “driving”, it had actually stopped, and he wanted to get it moving again, faster. Standing next to her waist, he reached across her body to hold her right hand and pulled it up towards himself, signalling without words that he wanted her to turn over. The “voice” of her conscience tried to remind her that she was naked and said it was wrong for her to expose herself to her son in this way. She squashed that “voice” quickly, almost violently, trying to convince herself that this was just a massage whilst hoping it was more, and settled back into the fantasy. Her response to the “voice” of her conscience was, “He’s already seen me nearly naked anyway, he’s even seen me orgasm, and what an orgasm it was, so what does it matter. But as far as he knows this is supposed to just be a massage, though I hope I can get my son to do more, so it’s ok anyway”. Ron now knew he would succeed soon as he had got his mom to the point where she was fantasising that she was seducing him in her fantasy, it was just a matter of when. First he had to get his mom to the point where the “voice” of protest didn’t appear in the first place and “inserted” the phrase into her mind, “I might even get my son to make me cum as it won’t be all that much different to having an orgasm with him watching”. He was delighted that she accepted the thought as though it was her own, that she now thought it was ok for him to make her cum in her fantasy, and he was sure it would be relatively easy to progress to the point where she would want him to make her cum in real life. It seemed that she was, well, desperate was the only word he could think of, for the fantasy to continue uninterrupted, and he knew this was influenced, helped, by her recent lack of sexual fulfilment. Sandra rolled onto her back and spread her legs in a wide vee, deliberately exposing herself to her son. Her son began at her shoulders, kneading out all the knots of tension and stress. Then his hands moved down and she shivered as he massaged her breasts. In the real world, her hands stroked up her front to cup her breasts. Gently, tenderly, her son caressed her large breasts and squeezed her nipples until they were rock-hard and standing over half an inch long. ‘Oh, yes, I like that.’ She wearing a thin-cotton summer dress with buttons all down the front and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying. Now fully exposed, she began squeezing her hard nipples. Slowly, her son’s hands moved away from her breasts, down her body to her waist. His right hand carried on to tickle the erogenous zone on the inside of her left thigh and a moment later the fingers of his left hand started manipulating her clitoris. Her son stroked along her left thigh to her knee and pushed her leg all the way out to one side. He stroked up her thigh, gently over her smooth wet pussy and down to her right knee, pulling her right leg aside as well. Then he moved his hand back up to cup her pussy and pushed a finger inside. ‘This isn’t just a massage, is it Ron?’ she asked hopefully, feeling her juices flow even more. ‘It’s whatever you want it to be, mom,’ he said, pushing a second finger into her pussy, ‘don’t you like it?’ ‘Oh, yes, I like it. Don’t stop.’ In the real world, Ron watched from only a few feet away as she moved her legs apart and put her feet flat on the ground either side of the sun bed. One of her hands stroked down her stomach, between her legs and she began stroking her own clitoris. Her son worked three and then four fingers into her pussy. She did the same in the real world. Her son bent down and began sucking her left nipple, squeezing her right and screwed his fingers deeper into her pussy, now stroking her clitoris with his thumb. Sandra suddenly “seized control” of the fantasy, though she didn’t realise that much of it had been “imposed” before. I know it is my son and some other people might consider it wrong…but I don’t care any longer as I’m too desperate for more. What’s more I know my son can and will give me what I want in my fantasy. He will do whatever I want as this is my fantasy and I am in control, though she didn’t realise that this wasn’t completely true. She put her left hand on the back of his head, pushed his head quickly down to her pussy and stroked her right hand down his side until she was holding the belt round his waist. ‘Lick my clit,’ she pleaded, and began pulling on his belt, trying to get it undone. Her son commented on the bad taste of the massage oil. Then he licked her clitoris as he worked his thumb into her pussy as well, forming his fingers into a cone shape and rotating his hand in a corkscrewing motion. ‘Oh yes, Ron,’ she moaned, ‘ooh yes. More.’ Her son clenched his hand into a fist and pushed it in as deep as it would go. She pushed her own fist into the heat of her wet pussy, in time with the dream fist belonging to her son. She yanked the belt around his waist undone, moved her hand round to his front and grasped his hard cock. He decided to give her an extra surprise when she saw his hard cock for the first time in real life, when he fucked her, to help banish any remaining inhibitions that might still linger when the time came, so he made sure his dream cock was considerably smaller than it actually was. Her son thrust his fist in and out, faster, and he could tell she was almost cumming. She was disappointed when the fist suddenly stopped moving…and she felt a further sense of loss when it withdrew from her pussy. Ron was in complete control again, though she didn’t know it. She heard a low humming sound, and the head of a vibrator eased its way slowly into her pussy. After a moment’s surprise at the thought of a masseur using a vibrator, she decided, “Who cares, my son is using it and it feels so good”. She continued the thought with “Hmm, I can still tell myself that this is just a massage, but it’s one with a difference. My son is now massaging my pussy with a vibrator”. Her son pushed the vibrator in further, and she realised how big the thing was. It was huge. Her son licked and sucked her clit some more as he pushed the vibrator in as deep as possible, pulled it out and pushed it all the way in again. Then out and in again and again, faster and faster as her orgasm got close. Then her son whispered, ‘Cum for me, mom...cum for me...’ Sandra suddenly realised what was happening, that it was a fantasy…and jerked awake. What is happening to me? I don’t want to dream these things about my son…I want to… She didn’t complete the thought because a return to full awareness brought the realisation that her dress was torn, her nipples were hard and her own fist was in her pussy which was hot, wet and throbbing. But she had thoroughly enjoyed the fantasy, more than half-wishing that she had let it continue and not jerked herself out before it went further, before her orgasm. I wonder where Ron is? she thought. I know, I’ll go and get a bikini on and sunbathe out here. If I see him I’m sure I’ll be able to persuade him to join me. Ron watched his mother jump up and rush into the house, to go and get a bikini on so she could sunbathe properly, and just managed to input a compulsion not to hear the sounds of Nikki and Tammy having sex. While she was gone he wondered about her emphasis of the word “dream”, and the rest of the sentence “I want to…what”. as he sat there contemplating what had just happened. His mouth had gone suddenly dry so he went indoors to the kitchen to get a drink of water and was by the sink filling a glass a few minutes later when his mother reappeared wearing a rather skimpy, and very sheer bikini. ‘Hello, Ron,’ she said, totally unconcerned about her effective nudity, ‘how long have you been here?’ ’Not long,’ he replied, noting her hard nipples and the dark wet patch covering most of the tiny gusset of her bikini bottoms where her juices had soaked the cloth, turning it even more transparent. No matter, he heard her think to herself, he can put some tanning lotion on me. Then she gave a little shiver of anticipation as she added the thought I hope it’ll be as good as my fantasy massage. She walked straight over to Ron, lifted her hand to stroke his cheek and asked him to come and put some tanning lotion on her back. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and sliding his hands quickly down her back to her ass, and said, ‘I’d love to, mom.’ Then she gave him a deep French kiss, holding his head and pushing her crotch against his, her large almost-bare breasts and hard nipples against his chest, and without another word she dragged him out to her sun bed where she laid down on her front. Ron knelt down next to her, even more pleased with his progress since he knew he now had her full cooperation in taking this further. He began by spreading the lotion onto her shoulders and a small patch between her shoulder blades…and abruptly shifted to start on her lower back. ‘You missed some of my back Ron,’ she said. ‘You missed quite a lot actually.’ ‘Well, I was trying not to get it on your bikini top,’ he replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible while sending a suggestion that it would be a good idea if she took her top off. ‘Oh, ok. I’ll take my top off, then,’ she said at once, almost before he had finished sending the thought. Wow. It was only a suggestion, but it worked straight away. She lifted her hands to her back, untied the knot at the back of the bikini and the one at her neck, and let the ends of the strings fall down. Then she propped herself up on her elbows, pulled her bikini top out from under her and dropped it on the ground next to him, laid down flat again and rested her head on her hands with her face turned towards him. ‘Right, satisfied? Now do all the rest please?’ Sandra offered, smiling up at him. Holy shit, I am doing well, he thought, entranced by the sight of her now-bare breasts pressed against the sun bed and pushed out beneath her. I’ve got to get her naked quickly, now that she is inclined to keep the "voice" silent. He squeezed a small amount of sunscreen onto his hands and did her neck and the parts of her back where the strings had been. Then he did her sides and the parts of her breasts where they would catch the sun. Ron now moved sideways to do her legs, starting with her feet and working slowly up towards her glorious ass. Her legs were slightly apart so he did between them, and she moaned again when his fingers passed over the sensitive areas of her inner thighs, though he didn’t go too close to her cloth-covered pussy. He moved up to cover most of her ass with the lotion, gave the right cheek a squeeze and a pat and said, ‘There, all done mom.’ He paused and added slyly, ‘You did say you want me to do all the rest, but I’m afraid I can’t do your ass properly because I don’t want to get sunscreen on your bikini bottoms.’ ‘What?’ she demanded in a playfully disgruntled voice, twisted her torso to face him and reached up to stroke his cheek again. He’s already seen my breasts, and he’s going to see them again in a minute when I turn over so he might as well see them now. ‘Surely you don’t expect me to take my bottoms off as well?’ ‘Er, well…I can’t do your ass properly unless you do,’ he replied. She paused, and he intensified the feel horny emotions already there, though he deliberately didn’t suggest anything about her bikini bottoms because the actual act of getting totally naked in his presence had to be entirely her own decision. ‘Oh, alright,’ she said suddenly, grinning and squeezing her own nipple, ‘I’ll take them off and get naked, but just for you, ok,’ and laid down flat as she reached down to the ties at the waist of her bikini to pull them undone. I know he’ll see my front when I turn over but what does it matter if I’m naked, we’re only sunbathing. I might even get him to do my front as well. This is really getting to be like my fantasy massage. She added the thought I wonder how much more I can get him to do, Then she tugged her bottoms away, moved her knees apart more and said, ‘Now you can do the rest of my ass.’ Ron squirted some sunscreen onto the small of her back, spread it out around her hips and smoothed it into the crack of her ass, again avoiding going too close to her pussy. ‘There,’ he said, ‘all done.’ He went to the shed and fetched another sunbed to the patio. As he was returning to the patio, carrying the sunbed, he glanced up at Nikki’s window to see it closed, so they must still be “busy”. When he arrived he put the sunbed down near his mothers’ and laid down on his back, and realised he couldn’t see his step-sisters’ bedroom window from where they were on the patio, but decided that was all to the good as it meant they couldn’t see him either, even though they were supposed not to look out into the garden anyway. He spread some lotion over his arms, chest and legs, glancing across at his mothers’ nude form so close to him. When he was done, they lay in silence just soaking up the sun for about fifteen minutes until the “feel horny” emotions kicked in with a vengeance and Sandra flipped over onto her back. He was pleased that the “voice” of her conscience was silent, so she obviously didn’t care any more about being totally naked, and extremely horny, in the presence of her son. She picked the bottle up to start putting lotion on her front, but Ron interrupted her and offered to do it himself. Sandra’s hands stopped moving, she closed her eyes, held the bottle out to him and said, ‘Oh, yes please, Ron, I was hoping you would.’ She paused, moved her feet up closer to her crotch with her heels together and her knees apart, and added, ‘I’m not wearing a bikini anymore and there is a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y n-o-t-h-i-n-g to stop you d-o-i-n-g me e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e,’ emphasising the words absolutely nothing, doing and everywhere. “Hoping” huh? Looking good. She’s made sure I understand that she doesn’t mind me seeing her naked and that she wants me to do her everywhere. So mom thinks she is seducing me in real life. He stood up, moved the few feet to stand next to her and looked up and down her stunning naked body. He studied her gorgeous breasts, so firm that they were flattened only very slightly now that she was on her back, pleased to note the slight flush on her chest and her swollen nipples, and let his gaze wander down over her stomach to her shaved pubic mound and glistening labia. Then he looked back up at her breasts again. She glanced up at him, squinting in the bright sun, reached out and grabbed his right calf-muscle with her left hand, giving it a little shake. But she just grinned and parted her legs a little more as she said, ‘Hey Ron, you’re meant to be putting some sunscreen on me, not staring at your naked mother. Now, give me a kiss and then you can put the lotion on.’ I can’t wait to feel your hands on my skin. Will this part be as good as my fantasy massage with a difference, even without a vibrator? Ron knelt beside her, leant down and gave his mom a deep French kiss. He stroked his left hand over her skin to her right breast where he squeezed her hard nipple. Then he moved his hand further along her body, down over her stomach to cup her wet pussy, and pumped a finger in deep. She stopped him, saying, ‘Now Ron, you’re meant to be putting sunscreen on me. You could at least wait until you’ve got some lotion on your hands before doing that.’ She obviously doesn’t mind me touching her pubes and fingering her pussy, but wants to maintain the fiction of putting sunscreen on for as long as possible, knowing it is just a fiction. So he began spreading the sunscreen on her skin, starting with her arms and going up to her shoulders. Then he bypassed her breasts and moved down to do her stomach. ‘Ron, you’ve missed some,’ she said, grabbed his hands with her own and moved them back up to her breasts, to her nipples. She’s making no bones about letting me know she wants me to touch her breasts. She clenched her fists at her sides when he smoothed the sunscreen along her deep cleavage and all over her firm right breast. ‘Oooohh yes, that’s right,’ she said, ‘carry on.’ ‘You like that, do you mom?’ he asked as he squeezed her right nipple. ‘Oh, yes, carry on.’ ‘How about this then?’ he said, and moved his head down to suck her left nipple as well. ‘Ooooooohhh you shouldn’t do that, Ron,’ she said automatically, though he noticed that the “voice” was silent this time. When he obediently moved his head away from her nipple in response to what she said not what she thought, she pushed it back into place and said, ‘But don’t stop now.’ He spread sunscreen over her left breast, squeezed both nipples and then did her stomach and hips almost as far as her clean-shaven pubic mound. Now he moved sideways again, stroking his oily hands down the outside of her hips to her lower thighs, but she stopped him once more. ‘Ronald,’ she said in a chastising tone of voice, ‘you missed some again, you naughty boy. I told you I want you to...to do me everywhere…and you’ve got lotion on your hands now.’ Wow, “do her”, huh he thought, success must be closer than I thought with such a blatant request for me to touch her pussy, almost an instruction to caress it. She propped herself up on her elbows as she smiled and nodded, bent her legs more, drawing her feet up to just below her bottom with her knees wide apart and the soles of her feet together. Then she dropped down flat, moved her feet apart, off the sun bed, and hooked them underneath it a little, pushing her crotch up in a clear invitation for him to smooth the oily lotion over the insides of her thighs and her crotch, which he did. His mother’s breathing became shallower as his warm hands worked on her left inner thigh, going towards and away from her pussy, the tips of his fingers brushing against her labia occasionally as if by chance. He did her right inner thigh, the heel of his thumb moving back and forth over her swollen labia. Then Ron twisted his hand round to smooth the lotion over her the skin at the top of her right thigh, his little finger pushing a little way into her pussy. ‘Oh, yes, Ron.’ He drew his hand back towards himself, dragging across her labia, and pumped his middle finger in a couple of times. He drew his hand back further, twisted it again and did the skin at the top of her left inner thigh, this time with his index finger pushing a little way into her pussy. She moaned, ‘Oh yes. More.’ Now he did the skin just above her pubic mound and one of his fingers moved from side to side over her swollen clitoris. He paused when he heard his mother’s sudden indrawn breath and then ran his oily fingers slowly up the line of her pussy, the tip of his middle finger pushing in a little way between her labia and ending up manipulating his mother’s clitoris again. She arched her back, thrusting her magnificent breasts skywards, and shivered when he ran his middle finger alone up and down between the warm soft flesh of her moist, swollen labia. ‘Ohhhhhhh yessss, I do like that. More,’ she said as she put her hands on her slick breasts and squeezed her own nipples. He cupped her pussy and pumped the finger deep, caressing her engorged clitoris with his other hand and discarding all pretence of just putting on suntan lotion. ‘Yes,’ she said, put her hands on the insides of her thighs and pulled her legs further apart, the sides of her feet on the ground either side of the sunbed. ‘More.’ He slipped a second finger inside her to join the first, screwed them in deeper and leaned forwards to lick her clitoris with the tip of his tongue; she tasted delicious, even with the faint tang of the lotion. ‘Yeeessss, oooohh yessss, just right. Put another finger in.’ He did. ‘Put your whole haaaaaaaand in, aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, and make a fist.’ ‘Yes, oh yes, like that.’ He sat up straight and looked at his fist in her pussy, but when he didn’t move his fist, she grabbed his elbow with both hands and pulled down, pumping his fist deep a few times. She groaned in anguish as he pulled his fist out of her pussy, but gave a pleasurable sigh when he moved round to sit astride the end of the sunbed and leaned forwards, and she realised his intention. He put both hands on the sensitive areas of the insides of her thighs, tickling the skin and then pushing her legs wider. Then he lowered his head a bit further and ran his tongue along her slit between her labia from one end to the other, sucking her clitoris and flicking it gently with his tongue. ‘Oh, god, I’m nearly cumming.’ ‘You do like this, don’t you mom?’ he mumbled through a mouth full of pussy. She suddenly froze, just as he pushed his tongue deep into her pussy, and snapped her head up to look down at his head between her legs, as though she was startled by what he was doing. ‘Not now please, Ron, you’d better stop that, someone might see.’ ‘Mom, no one can see us here,’ he said and sucked her clitoris. ‘Ooooooohhhhhh, but, mmmmmmmm, but they might hear then.’ ‘Who’s going to hear, mom?’ ‘Ohh, someone will because I’ll get a bit vocal when you make me cum, and I know you will unless you stop now. You’d, hhhhhhhmmmm, you’d better go indoors.’ Ron stopped, frustrated once more, though he noted that she had said “not now” and only voiced concern about someone seeing or hearing, not about it being wrong. And she had said “when you make me cum” as well. He really needed some relief now. He had been as turned on as his mom by her fantasy, but she had woken up from it too soon. And he had got turned on even more when he put the lotion on her, but she had stopped him. He had thought that all he needed to do was get her to accept the idea of him making her orgasm, but now he was pretty sure he needed to work some more on abolishing her inhibitions, to get her to the point where she didn’t care what other people might think about her having sex with him. 06 Tammy And Nikki He headed up to his room, to find Nikki waiting for him at his bedroom door, and he thought it rather strange that Nikki didn’t comment on how hard his cock was right now, given what he immediately read in her public mind. ‘Hey, Nik. What’s up?’ ‘Ron, can I ask a favour?’ ‘I suppose. Go ahead.’ He did a quick scan of Nikki’s surface thoughts and knew what was coming, that he would soon be cumming in Tammy. It was perfect timing, and his cock got harder. My attempts to affect Tammy over the last few days have worked at last. ‘Well,’ Nikki said, ‘Tammy’s great and all, but, well, I haven’t had any, er, time with you lately. Tammy says she might be interested in boys, but she doesn’t have any way to tell.’ Nikki was going to continue, but didn’t need to. ‘And she wants me to have sex with her?’ He knew the answer. ‘Um...yeah. Well I’ve told her how great it is to cum when you’re fucking me, especially when you’re cumming inside me at the same time, and she wants to try it.’ ‘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 into my room. Does she want you to join us?’ ‘I don’t know. I hope so.’ ‘I hope so too, so why don’t you ask her.’ She gave him a very adult smile for a sixteen-year-old, and left to go to her room. Ron pulled all his clothes off, and put on his robe. He laughed to himself when he realised that this was exactly how Nikki had appeared, although his robe fit properly which hers didn’t. 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?’ Ron asked with some amusement. ‘It’ll be tough, but I think I can do it,’ Nikki responded. ‘Okay.’ Ron got up and walked over to them. ‘Nik, close the door, would ya? Thanks. Okay, Tams, how much has Nikki explained about your first time?’ ‘I gave her the whole speech, pain and all,’ Nikki interrupted. ‘She says she’s ready.’ Ron looked Tammy in the eye to see if that were true. He saw her face go blank. Whoops. I’ve gotta stop doing that. He looked away, to release her mind, looked back and asked Tammy if that were true. She nodded, but looked hesitant. ‘Alright, Tammy, come over here and stand next to the bed. Now, I want you to relax. Let me and Nikki do all the work.’ Ron reached out and took hold of her t-shirt Gently, he lifted it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Ron had a nice view of her bare breasts. He bent 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 she 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 pubic area. No hair, just like Nikki, and the sweetest little pussy you’d ever see. He bent in and gave a few tentative licks. Tammy squealed and bucked with the light touch. God, she’s hot. This is gonna be a helluva ride. Ron took Tammy by the hand and laid her on the bed with her legs hanging over the end. He spread her legs and knelt on the floor between them. She was familiar with this, so he figured she’d relax a little. As he started to work on her pussy, he felt something warm encircle his cock and looked down to see the head of his cock going into his step-sister’s mouth. Not that he was far from it, but her touch always made his cock feel like an iron rod. He returned his attention to Tammy’s clit, and started licking and sucking to his heart’s content. Tammy was wriggling around in ecstasy, and Ron wasn’t far behind her as Nikki had started sucking him deeper. Ron knew he wouldn’t last long like this, and he figured Tammy was close to cumming herself. He picked up his pace a bit, taking her clitoris into his mouth and sucking on it. Then he very lightly nipped her clitoris 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 as well, and he came with his cock in his step-sister’s throat. She swallowed it all, like the sex-maniac she had become. Nikki kept sucking until Ron was hard again, and by that time, Tammy had calmed down. Ron got to his knees and positioned himself, then turned to Nikki. He motioned her 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, straddled her face and lowered herself. Tammy was familiar with this position as well and 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 step-sister “Keep it up”. He placed his cock 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 mouth, muffled as it was by Nicole’s pussy. Ron moved in and out a tiny bit, going slowly until he felt Tammy was ready, when he motioned for Nikki to move out of the way. Then he locked eyes with Tammy and plunged in as hard as he could to smash through her barrier as quick as possible. Ron watched Tammy’s face for any signs of pain, and was pleased when he saw the grimace change quickly to an expression of pure, wanton lust as his cock went deep. ‘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 breasts, which she thoroughly enjoyed. Nikki climaxed in short time, moved off to recover, and Tammy looked up at Ron. Her face was a mess with Nikki’s juices, which he thought made her even more beautiful just now. Suddenly he was cumming, and felt her pussy pulsing around his cock as she came too. ‘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 breasts, pleased that they were plenty large enough to be more than a handful. He was building towards his climax when his step-sister returned to the scene. She lay under Tammy, and reached up to fondle his balls. This was a tricky manoeuvre with him moving so much, but Nikki managed it well. Then she lifted her head up and started licking Tammy’s clitoris. This sensation drove both Tammy and Ron wild. Occasionally, Nikki would miss, and would lick Ron’s balls instead when his cock went in deep. 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 again. 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 before waking up and fucking some more. 07 Jessica’s Next Lesson Now that Ron had access to four girls, and was working on adding his mom, 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 he’d spent a couple of marathon sessions with her, spending a total of two hours on studying, and only an 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 thought mental controls were temporary, but he’d been reinforcing hers every time he’d seen her, so he didn’t think she could break it...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? You remember 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 you in a way that neither of us can really understand?’ ‘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 counsellor’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, using a few of his fellow students and Mrs. Hayes as subjects, then wiping any memories of his “intrusion” that they might have. 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 out 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 without realising any time had passed. ‘Jessica,’ he continued as though it was immediately she sat down, ‘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?’ 08 Sandra In The Kitchen Ron needed to distract himself from his problem with Jess and decided to see if he could get further with his mother. He had been influencing her fantasies every night this week, and she was now willing to have an orgasm when she was dreaming about being in a sexual situation with him. But now he found he had to do some work in getting her to put fantasy into practice, and figured some more physical contact was needed. She hadn’t had an orgasm for over two weeks so his success was getting imperative for her sake. He found his mom in the kitchen wearing her dressing gown and making herself a snack. He remembered from before that she shouldn’t be wearing anything under the gown so he removed his t-shirt, walked up behind her and gave her a now-familiar reverse hug, with him standing behind her and his 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... ‘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, and didn’t notice him undoing the belt of her dressing gown and then pulling the sides apart. Slowly, Ron reached up and held her now bare breasts. He didn’t knead or fondle them, he just held them gently. ‘Oh, baby, you shouldn’t do that...’ She didn’t push 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. Her nipples were hard, and he gave them a little squeeze. He didn’t actually need to touch her pussy to know it was wet but he let his left hand drift slowly down her front to her pubes and cupped her pussy anyway. He was close, but he knew the last few hurdles would be the most difficult as he would have to keep a firm control on his own emotions to ensure that none of his own desires “leaked over” into her mind as “instructions”. ‘It’s not what mothers and sons normally do, honey.’ He liked her phrasing as she had not said it was wrong, and there was a strong implication that she might be willing to do a lot more. So perhaps she would be putting her fantasy into practice soon. He pushed two fingers into her hot, wet pussy, pumping them in and out. ‘Well, maybe they ought to do this, mom. I mean, if we both like it, then why not. 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 I’ve kissed since him.’ ‘Well, see, mom? So this isn’t so bad after all.’ He knew he was close, and he was really enjoying standing here, holding his mother in his arms. It was an easy fit: Sandra Chaffey was only 5’4” tall, so he was taller. Ron adored her body, everything about it seemed just right. Her large breasts, her legs, her ass, everything was in just the right proportions. And her face was a dream. He didn’t know how any man could do even once 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, but an idea suddenly appeared in her mind of something that would stop him squeezing her nipples and fingering her pussy. She didn’t know where the idea came from but she knew he wouldn’t argue with it, and Ron realised he had made a mistake in not maintaining the “wall” properly. She turned around in his arms and his left hand dragged the left side of the dressing gown back further as she moved, pulling it off her shoulder and effectively preventing her from completing the turn. When she was halfway through the turn his right hand ended up on her bare left breast and she paused, looking down at where he was squeezing her nipple. She felt she obviously hadn’t turned far enough to stop him squeezing her nipple so she completed the turn, pulling her left arm out of the sleeve, his right hand now on her bare back instead of her breast, and gave him a deep, wonderful kiss. When Ron pulled the other side of her dressing gown out of the way, letting it fell to the floor, and put both hands on her ass so her naked body was pressing against him, a small part of her mind protested at using this particular tactic to get him to stop touching her breasts and pussy, though he was pleased to note that she shoved it down forcefully so she wouldn’t be bothered by the little “voice”. Finally, they broke off the kiss, and Ron went up to his room. His mother picked up her gown, put it back on and continued what she had been doing, actually happy to have had the encounter and feeling that she had made progress, not knowing that they both had. Ron continued this exercise several times a day over the weekend, each time his mother’s protests were weaker. He also continued influencing her fantasies, still with the “masseur” scenario, and gradually making them more and more explicit. She had now accepted the idea of him making her orgasm in her fantasies, though he still found he was hitting a barrier at the idea of her actually having full sex with him despite him intensifying the sexual tension she was feeling by cutting off her fantasy orgasm at the crucial moment. He knew he needed to break through that wall if he was to succeed and it now appeared that it would take more time than he had thought earlier. 09 Questions For Mr. McGavin Mr. McGavin showed up on Monday. ‘Howdy, Ron. I’m told 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. ‘Girls, could you go and do that upstairs, 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 a lot 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. I called about something else but first 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 me asked if I could...fix her up with my step-sister. I think I had something to do with it, getting her here and potentially available, but it all started before I really realised I had this kind of power. Is it possible for me to have caused it, or is she just…naturally bi?’ Mike had to laugh at that. It was always fun working with new psychics. ‘No, she’s not “weird”. Do you find her attractive?’ ‘Incredibly.’ ‘Well, there’s your answer. Ron, the mind of the psychic is a very funny thing. It will answer the owner’s wishes without him knowing there was even a question, sometimes, as it has been doing for you since you were born. On the other hand, sometimes an untrained psychic can’t get it to do anything at all. Please note, I said untrained, and usually these psychics 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, maybe it’s a different form of control. What do you think you did that might have had this effect?’ ‘I gave her a command that every time she thought of me, she would get excited, you know, sexually. When I looked through the layer of her mind that contains the, um, “matrix” of her personality…’ ‘Stop. You looked through her head in that much detail? You can do that?’ ‘Well, I’m still learning, but, I’m getting pretty good at it, yeah. I found that her personality is like coloured pipes and thoughts are like the contents running through them. Why?’ Mike wrote something down, and then went on. ‘Nothing vital, it just exhibits a level of perception that is highly advanced for someone who’s “emerged” so recently. 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, changed the colours of the pipes.’ Mike nodded, and made some more notes. ‘Go on.’ ‘I found the command that I had placed that made her aroused when she thought about me, and I removed it. But, when I did, I saw there was something that looked like a “shadow” of the command. And the shadow extended through her personality matrix like orange squash in water. 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 showed a depth and range of perception beyond Mental Conditioning, known as Direct Mental Reprogramming. It was very difficult for most psychics 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 psychics 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 grinned to himself at the fact that it was always necessary to remind new recruits of this, but it came up quite frequently to him as a recruitment officer. ‘Ron, CAMP couldn’t care less. On the whole, most CAMP members have at least one “slave”, as she has chosen to call it in this case, although many prefer the term “devotee”, or “follower”, but you may call her whatever you wish, whatever she wishes. We can, however, facilitate some of the details of the deal. For her sake, 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 any great 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, to, er, change the colour of the orange squash, and that would take more time than there is available before you are due at CAMP.’ ‘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 your Ability.’ ‘Not entirely. She just knows that I can control her in some way, maybe because my willpower is just stronger.’ ‘Ah. Very clever. That is a good strategy, never to let them know exactly what you’re capable of doing.’ Just then, Sandra Chaffey walked in the front door, saw Ron and immediately came over to sit on his lap. ‘Hello, dear.’ Sandra started fiddling with the buttons on her blouse, and Ron remembered the “terms” of the compulsion about her underwear. By the time she had undone two of the buttons, Ron decided she had better go upstairs to finish off and suggested she do just that, adding a little bit of a push. At Mikes’ questioning look, he explained about the compulsion and that he had sent his mom upstairs because she was about to get undressed so she could remove her underwear. When she came down a few minutes later, she was wearing a cheesecloth dress that was plenty sheer enough to show her lack of underwear. ‘Hi, hon,’ she said, and walked over to give him a deep kiss. She sat in his lap, put an arm around his neck and only then did she notice the other occupant of the room. ‘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 the 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 the young lady will feel more comfortable, and so that Ron can help me convince her.’ ‘Well, that’s nice. Ron, we’re alone again tonight,’ and gave him another kiss. ‘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, I did.’ She poked a finger between two of the buttons on his shirt and said, ‘Would you give me a massage? You’ve got very good at those recently,’ she said with a suggestive wink. ‘But Mike here doesn’t want to hear about all that. I hope you’re not going to be too long.’ Ron looked over at Mike who said, ‘Um, no, we won’t be much longer. After they arrive, it should only be about ten minutes or so.’ ‘In that case, I’ll order the pizza now.’ She did so, then came back and sat on Ron’s lap. ‘Mom, why don’t you wear that dress you had to repair from last week,’ Ron suggested. ‘But you know the buttons are missing.’ ‘Why not wear it anyway, but with a belt instead,’ Ron said. ‘Ok.’ Then she sauntered up the stairs, with two pairs 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.’ Though I do like to get a behind in my work... You’re going to have to control Mrs. Simmons, aren’t you?’ ‘No, Ron. You are. Further contact will be needed to reinforce it and make it stick, and I’m not around here enough. You’ll have to convince her that she should do whatever you say. 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 about 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, and he can explain some more about it. I need to talk to your mother 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...’ Ron had finished in about ten minutes, and 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. I want you to 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 leaned close to him and whispered, ‘It only made me want you more.’ He smiled at that, and then escorted the two to the door. ‘I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Jess. Bye.’ ‘Well, I see that you have everything under control now. Nice work with Mrs. Simmons, by the way. How did you learn to do that so fast?’ ‘I dunno. I have seen which parts of my mothers’ mind have changed, and made a few similar alterations. I only had to alter her thoughts at one “level” of her mind anyway, and the changes in my mothers’ mind go deeper. I hope I didn’t mess anybody up.’ ‘You can fix it later if you did. No change you can make in someone at this stage of your development is truly permanent: you can always alter your own commands at a later time, though it can be time-consuming, and you can get the person to forget your mistake,’ Mike replied, though he was a little stunned at the depth of perception Ron had just shown. Sandra Chaffey walked downstairs at that moment wearing the dress without buttons, showing a wide vee of skin and breasts almost to her nipples as it was, in effect, unbuttoned to the waist. Her arrival was Mike’s cue to leave, and when she had gone into the kitchen he said, ‘Well, I’ll be going now. It was nice to see you again. I assume you will be doing more work on your assignment tonight.’ ‘I hope so.’ ‘Good.’ Then, in a low voice that he knew couldn’t be overheard, he added, ‘From your mom’s surface thoughts, which were radiating so much that I couldn’t avoid reading by the way, I can tell that you are very close to success…she is unbelievably horny and her feelings are directed at you. Just remember that at this stage it is easy to slip in a tiny bit of mental control without realising you have done so and that would ruin everything as the residue of her inhibitions would kick in at full strength, she would not be able to deal with the internal conflict this would set up and it would drive her mad with guilt. You will need to employ exceptional self-control, fine-tuning your psychic ability in the process, in the final stages of the challenge.’ Mike left with that warning, and Ron returned to the kitchen…and his mom. 10 Kitchen His mother was getting plates out of the cupboard, and he was pleased that she hadn’t protested about wearing the button-fronted sun-dress that she had worn the week before, when it had buttons. He had collected, and hidden, all the buttons and then implanted in his mother the intention to wear the dress. When she had commented about the “lost” buttons, Ron had jokingly suggested that she wear the dress even though the buttons were missing, but wear a belt as well, making sure his voice sounded as though he thought she wouldn’t whilst at the same time implanting the idea that she would. He had reinforced his suggestion a few minutes earlier…and now she was wearing it. It was getting so that Ron couldn’t walk into the kitchen without getting aroused, he had encountered his mother there so often in sexual situations during the last two weeks, especially now when he was getting so close, but he was fairly sure it would take a few more days at least to remove her inhibition completely. He had influenced her to think she was deliberately denying herself the release of an orgasm in order to increase the sexual pleasure that he would give her in real life, although he was pretty sure she hadn’t yet formed a firm intention to actually have sex with him. The strength of her moral objection had been decreasing steadily for the past week, but as far as he could tell it was still present and he didn’t think tonight would be any different, but he would try as for the previous two days what he could detect of her thoughts through the welter of near-orgasmic sensations during her fantasies had changed. He now sensed that she was trying to pluck up the courage to give in to her desires, to go against what she knew was “right”, so he had “taken it up a notch” by increasing her “feel horny” sensations whilst making sure her sexual pleasure in her fantasies progressed to a point just short of her orgasms, that they stopped just as they began. Even though he couldn’t actually tell her she wanted to have sex with him in real life he had been trying to "input" the idea that she didn’t only want to fantasise about it, that she would feel better if she actually did have sex with him for real instead of just fantasising about it, a roundabout way of saying the same thing. He embraced her from behind, as usual. She set down the plates, and relaxed back into him. He knew she could feel his semi-hard cock pressing between the cheeks of her ass though she didn’t comment on it, she never had. Ron moved his hands up to her breasts. Sandra was waiting for this and was now hoping that he would touch her there. She wanted it, needed it…and the resistance she knew she should feel against what she now yearned for had almost completely disappeared. This is my son, dammit. But his touch is so soft, so gentle, so...arousing. Would it really be so bad if he gave me more, if he gave me what I need, and that I can’t seem to get any other way. I think he was right when he asked “Why shouldn’t I do something if I like it?”, after all I wouldn’t be hurting anyone. I will have to seduce him, though, and I don’t think I could while anyone else was home. She covered his hands with hers, held them to her breasts and then let go. He caressed her nipples, his gentle squeezes exciting her no end, and still she said nothing. Ron was a little surprised as he had half expected a protest, or at least a comment, like so many times before, but she was silent this time even in her mind. She was letting him touch her breasts covered by only a thin layer of fabric and he wondered if he might not be making faster progress than he thought. The buttons were missing, so he pulled the cloth aside to bare both breasts and stroked his hands up over her nipples again, but without the cloth in the way this time. ‘Mmmmm,’ she groaned, ‘ohhh, you really shouldn’t do, mmm, thaaaat Ron.’ When he started to move his hands away she grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands back onto her breasts. ‘No, I said you shouldn’t do that, I didn’t say stop.’ He could hear the “voice” of her conscience very clearly, it was now pleading for him to continue. Does this mean success will be soon? he wondered, even though he could still detect no firm intention to have sex with him. So he squeezed both nipples again, eliciting a moan of sensuous pleasure, before moving his right hand down over her stomach and away from her breast. Again she held his hand to stop it moving but he whispered, ‘Let my hand go, mom. You’ll like where it’s going.’ So she stopped trying to pull his hand back up and just followed it down instead. He had just touched her swollen clitoris when the doorbell rang. ‘That will be the pizza,’ she said, ‘I’d better go get it.’ His mom left to go to the front door, and he commented jokingly, ‘You’d better cover yourself as best you can otherwise you might give the pizza guy a heart attack.’ She returned with the pizza and said, ‘If we don’t get to this now, it’s gonna get cold.’ She smiled, sat down at the table and served him up a slice. Ron thought she was not quite ready, though he knew he was very close. To get past the final hurdle he realised he would have to drive her nearly insane with lust and decided to pile on the pressure as much as possible by keeping up a gentle vibration on her g-spot all the time they were eating. The stimulation from this action, which he made sure was so light she would not consciously notice it, seemed to have the desired affect as there were a great many times while were eating that he detected the slight quickening of her pulse he recognised was the start of her orgasm. He “blocked” these events just enough that she wouldn’t go over the edge, gradually refining his control of this action until the “peaks” were arriving every few seconds, with the result that she spent the latter part of the meal constantly in a near orgasmic state. But he deliberately avoided mental contact with any other part of her mind to see what she was thinking as he wanted to be extra sure that he wouldn’t be able to slip in any mental control by mistake. They finished dinner and his mom cleared the table and dumped the dirty dishes in the sink. As she walked back to the table Ron asked, ‘Mom, would you give me a little twirl, so I can have a good look at you.’ So she stood in front of him and turned around slowly, letting him have a long look at her body in that sexy dress. ‘You like?’ she asked, removed the belt as she succumbed a little to her sexual tension, and moved very close to him. ‘Oh yes, I like,’ he replied, reached out and pulled her forwards to stand between him and the table, astride his legs. He put his left hand on the skin of her waist, under the dress, and moved it up and around to her back. This pulled the right side of the dress out of the way, baring her right breast, and he took her hard nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. If he had not been warned about the dangers of using mental control in the challenge, especially at this stage, he would have fucked her now, but he knew that if he had done so then the actual act would not have been her decision, and the challenge would be ruined. He had to bide his time, being sure now that completion would be fairly soon, and wait for her to seduce him. He put his other hand between her legs and slid a finger into her pussy, noting how hot and moist it was before kissing over her stomach down towards her pubes. She got onto the table and laid flat, succumbing still further, as he kissed the final way to her pubes, and he pushed his tongue into her pussy. ‘Ooooh, Ron, stop please,’ she said suddenly, ‘NOT YET, the girls are still upstairs and they’ll hear.’ She pushed him away and stood up abruptly, saying, ‘I should wash the plates and I think you should go do your homework. I’ve got to get ready first as well.’ “Not yet”, huh, Ron thought, get ready for what? It seems to be important that nothing more happens until the girls have gone...but what exactly will happen. 11 The “Masseur” Scenario Ron went to his room, sat down at his desk and, though his homework was laid out in front of him, he was concentrating on his mother downstairs, maintaining her “feel horny” sensations at a level only slightly decreased from a few minutes earlier while transmitting the idea that she could find sexual satisfaction with her son if she acted fast, and that the only way for her to get what she wanted was for her to make all the moves. Such fine control was needed in limiting the area of contact with her mind, avoiding mental control, that he had to ignore what she was doing, though he could tell she was “getting ready” for something. He started intensifying his stimulation of her g-spot when he sensed her decision to come to his room about fifteen minutes later, and gave her a mini-orgasm as she started up the stairs, hoping this would indicate to her that she was doing the right thing. ‘Ron?’ ‘Yeah, mom?’ he replied, bringing her even closer to going over the edge into total orgasm as she drew near to reinforce the idea that she would get sexual satisfaction with him, that she needed to have sex with him as soon as possible. She now had a thin white sheet wrapped around her body, and seemed even more nervous about whatever it was. ‘Could you come give me a full massage, please? I’m all knotted up from today.’ ‘Bad, huh?’ he responded, noticing the flush on her upper chest and the dark circles of her erect nipples easily visible through the cloth, and wondering about her emphasis on the word full as he had put a “wall” up around the decision-making part of her mind, preventing mental contact so he couldn’t inadvertently influence her thoughts. ‘Oh, it was awful,’ she said, being unnaturally garrulous. ‘I had clients who couldn’t make up their minds, my boss was on my back all day…and nothing I did seemed to go right.’ He couldn’t avoid hearing her unspoken comment, having decided he was close enough to success to “relax” the wall a bit, that this was a load of bullshit and was just an excuse to get him to give her a massage. ‘Come on, Ron. Please,’ she asked, putting a hand on his cheek, ‘I really need you to give me a full massage, now...and I can’t wait until the girls have gone out.’ ‘Okay, mom. I’d be glad to,’ he replied, sensing the sexual tension that radiated from her through the touch. The tactile contact also allowed him to hear her think, I want my fantasy. ‘Oh, Ron. Let’s be professional. For a full massage you should be wearing your towelling dressing gown.’ Again he could read her surface thoughts as plain as day. Professional my arse, I just want... he heard her think before she took her hand away and the contact was lost as he brought his “block” back into play, so he took his shirt off, put the dressing gown on and moved towards the door. ‘You shouldn’t be wearing anything under the dressing gown, Ron. I said a full massage,’ imbuing the term with sexual connotations. Ron didn’t ask for any further elaboration on what she meant of or attempt to delve for an explanation of the reason for fear of mental contact that might inadvertently influence her, though he hoped he was right in thinking there was only one possible reason that it had to be easy for him to get naked, so he turned his back and removed his trousers and boxers. Then he followed her down to the dining room to see a large bath towel spread out on the table. She climbed onto the table on her hands and knees, undid the knot holding the sheet in place and laid down on her front, rolling from side to side a little so she could pull it out from where it was trapped beneath her body. ‘Close the door would you, Ron? The girls are still here.’ He did. ‘Lock it.’ When he gave his mom a look of surprise at this she rolled onto her side and lifted one edge of the sheet up, to uncover her breasts. Then she squeezed a nipple and just looked at him as if to say “Don’t ask stupid questions”. Like my fantasy, I want to make sure we won’t be disturbed. He’s seen my breasts before, he’s even sucked my nipples...but this is different...he must know by now that the idea of a massage this time is only an excuse for me to get him here, that this is pure SEX. Ron was purposely not interfering with any of her thoughts this time, he didn’t have to try to sense them as they were nearly shouting at him. So he locked the door as well, even more pleased. This was the fantasy come to life, though there was a slight difference when they heard feet thundering down the stairs and Nikki’s voice calling out, ‘I’m going out to watch the game with Dawn. We’ll be back at 11.’ ‘Ok,’ Sandra called in reply. ‘G’night, Mrs Chaffey.’ That was Tammy. Gooood, I won’t have to worry about them. Mmmm, I can do it…and I can really let myself go because now I won’t lose anything by having to keep quiet. Ron hope he was right in his interpretation of what “it” was as he began rubbing her shoulders and on down her back, but the sheet obstructed of the free movement of his hands. ‘Mom? This would be better if the sheet wasn’t in the way.’ He tried to sound natural, maybe a little irritated as he would have been if this was going to be an ordinary massage, but it was difficult to keep the trembling out of his voice. ‘Okay, go ahead Ron, take it off. I want you to do me properly.’ He folded the upper part of the sheet so it was only covering her from the waist downwards. ‘No, Ron. Take it all the way off please. If you are going to do all of me I should be naked.’ So he whipped it away, and she moved her legs apart a little. She was now totally naked before his eyes again, and he was ecstatic. This really was the “masseur” scenario, and she had instigated it, though there were enough minor differences that she wouldn’t realise he had been the driving force behind her fantasies before now. I’m going to get to continue with this? I wonder how far this will go? Maybe I’ll find out now what she wanted to do last week and couldn’t. He really got into the massage, and after a time, he moved down to her legs, but he was concentrating so hard on maintaining her near orgasmic state, keeping her constantly right on the edge of orgasmic bliss, that he almost forgot to relax the “wall” again so he could check what his mother was thinking. Should I let him? It would feel oh, so wonderful because I need it so much. He would be very good, I know he would. Maybe, but one more test first... She indicated to Ron that he should stop and he figured this experience was over, that the “one more test” would be tomorrow. Well, chances are we’ll be doing this again soon, I’m sure success is very close. ‘Ron, would you do me another favour and do me using massage oil? It’s over on the side table.’ She had obviously set up this whole event to be as close to her “masseur” fantasy as possible, and since he, or rather his image had been part of that fantasy, he wondered again how far it would go. Ron fetched the massage oil, commenting on it being orange flavoured. ‘I had to hunt for that especially for you as ordinary massage oil would taste awful,’ she replied. He didn’t know how to respond to that without being crude and spoiling the mood, but started on her arms, then her back and shoulders, rubbing the massage oil in, just like he had massaged her originally. Then he did her ass, then her thighs and calves, and eventually reached her feet, expecting that this was the end. It wasn’t. His mother turned over onto her back, parted her legs in a fairly wide vee, her legs flat on the table and bent at the knees, and said, ‘You’re not finished, Ron. You haven’t done my front yet. 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 focused on the gorgeous breasts, shaved pubes and open pussy presented for his viewing. He regained his composure, and returned to massaging her skin, making sure to be very thorough. He reached her thighs, and, although he didn’t go too close, he could feel the heat radiating from her swollen labia and see the moisture almost gushing from her pussy. He knew from experience what this meant...and he hadn’t even touched her pubes this time. How far will this go? He spread the slippery oil over her stomach, feeling its smooth softness, deliberately passed over her breasts and worked on her shoulders. He did her neck, and across her throat. He hesitated now, but she gave him a look of encouragement so he proceeded. He caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples as he had before when he put the suntan lotion on her, though they both knew that he was doing so this time without the excuse of sunbathing or a massage as a cover for the sexuality of his actions. Now he was caressing her breasts and gently squeezing her nipples as a certain prelude to a LOT more. He stopped, wondering if she wanted more now. ‘You’ve missed some, Ron,’ she said and spread her legs wider. ‘Massage my pussy.’ So he did there as well, sliding his fingers between her labia and caressing her clitoris until finally she could stand no more and, like the fantasy, reached out to pull on the belt of his dressing gown. He pumped a finger inside her a little way. ‘Oh, yes, that’s right.’ Ron bent down and started sucking one of her nipples, taking it into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue. He pushed the finger deeper into her pussy, and started moving it slowly in and out. ‘Yes, Ron. That’s good. More.’ His mothers’ arousal was becoming more acute, he sensed that her inhibition had almost completely gone, and she began moving her hips up and down slightly in response to his touch. He was wondering if he would be able to actually bring her to orgasm this time, and decided to try. He quickened the pace of his finger, adding two more, then three and then his thumb as well. ‘That’s right, Ron. You know what to do now.’ He clenched his hand into a fist, thrust it deep and licked down her stomach, making little flicks here and there. Finally, he reached her clitoris and started licking as he pumped his fist in and out of her pussy. ‘Ron. Stop, please. On the chair.’ He looked and found batteries and a new vibrator, still in its’ wrapping. It was huge. ‘I want you to massage the inside of my pussy with the vibrator.’ He put the batteries in, switched it on and touched it to her clitoris. ‘Aaaaaaaahhhhh, yes. Put it in me. Make me cum.’ He eased the big toy into her pussy, pumped it in and out three times, and that was all it took. It was all he could do to hang on for the ride and she nearly deafened him as she screamed out her orgasm, bucking wildly all over the table. Ron kept licking her clitoris and pumping the vibrator as best as he could. When she finally came down, Ron moved sideways and gave her a warm, passionate kiss. Then she gave him a look of utter lust and said, ‘Ron, honey...’ ‘Yeah, mom?’ ‘Do you know what “making love” is?’ ‘Well, yeah. I mean, it’s just sex, right?’ he said and pushed a finger into her pussy again. ‘Mmmmm. Not exactly.’ He pushed the finger deeper. ‘Aaaaaahhhhh, “making love” is not just sex, not just just fucking. It’s mmmmmmmmore than that. It’s, oooh yes, it’s fucking with someone you love dearly, and it’s gentle and warm and sensual. I want you to “make love” to me, Ron, and make me cum again. But this time I want you to make me cum with your cock fucking into my pussy.’ HOLY SHIT. He was not expecting this to happen tonight, despite everything, and did a quick mental check to make sure he hadn’t done something to force this. But, no, if anything any “leakage” from his mind would have been providing a certain “drag”, acting against this event, so it was all her own decision. His mother was now completely nude and stretched out before him, and she was asking him to fuck her. He would do as she asked, and he would be gentle…and she didn’t know but he would make her beg for it. 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.’ She grinned and added, ‘I want you to massage the inside of my pussy with your cock, and cum inside me. Now. But I want to suck your cock first to make sure it’s good and hard.’ Ron stood up straight and moved round the table to stand by her head as she rolled over onto her front so she could get at his cock with her mouth. She pulled his gown open and paused, stunned for a moment. ‘Holy crap,’ she exclaimed in pleased surprise when she saw his cock. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked as he drew the gown back over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. ‘Nothing really, I just never dreamed your cock would be this big. It’s huge and it will feel so good when you fuck me.’ I know you never dreamed it’s like this, Ron thought, but didn’t say so. She sucked the head of his cock for a moment, then put her hands on his hips and pulled him forwards. His cock went deeper into her mouth, and deeper, and deeper still until it was sliding down her throat. ‘Ooooohhh, yeah mom.’ He continued pumping his cock further down her throat until he finally reached the crescendo of pleasure and rammed his cock in deep with her nose squashed against his pubes as he came, shooting out what seemed like buckets of cum. She deepthroated him back to hardness, sat up and slid her bottom forwards so her legs were over the edge of the table with her heels on the backs of his thighs, leaned forwards and embraced and kissed him. The table was just the right height, and he stood with his cock now poised at the entrance to her pussy, pushing it in slightly between her labia as she laid flat. He paused. ‘Yes, Ron, do it.’ He stroked the head of his cock over her clitoris and slightly increased his mental stimulation of her g-spot. ‘Please, Ron, put it in?’ He lifted her legs up, told his mum to hold her ankles with her feet far apart, and stroked the head of his cock up and down between her hot, juicy labia. ‘Please, Ron?’ He released her legs so the only point of contact now was his cock, and again pushed the head a little way into the warmth of her pussy before taking it out and stroking up and down between her hot, wet labia once more. ‘Oh, please Ron,’ she said as he increased his mental stimulation still further, and she was nearly sobbing now with two weeks of unfulfilled lust, ‘please fuck me Ron?’ Those were the words he had been waiting to hear and, in one rapid move, he thrust his cock all the way in, shifting the stimulation into top gear. She screamed in an immediate orgasm as she felt his huge cock filling her up as none had before, not believing that anyone could make her cum so fast. Ron now started moving his cock in and out slowly, but gradually speeding up until he was thrusting in and out of her hot, juicy pussy at a fantastic rate, and they both came together in a glorious shared explosion of combined pleasure. The feeling was like none of the others he’d had. She was warm, and wet, and soft, and slippery, and just electrifying. She was the most satisfying fuck he’d had yet, probably because he had laboured so long and hard to produce these results, though they were better than he could have imagined. They broke off, he pulled out and Sandra led him upstairs to her room. Ron realised it was going to be a long night when she literally threw him onto the bed on his back, knelt astride his thighs and started fucking him again... 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. When they looked in the dining room they found a sheet, a large towel, a huge vibrator and a bottle of baby oil. They went upstairs, paused outside their mom’s room, and Dawn said, ‘Well, mom’s door is shut so I guess she’s in bed. Ron is probably in his room.’ Just then, they heard a noise from their mother’s room. ‘What was that?’ queried Nicole. ‘Shhh. Listen.’ The noises they heard were unmistakable, especially after the last three weeks when they had been making such noises themselves. Dawn motioned for them to walk away from the door just as they heard their mom cry out, ‘Ron,’ and the sound of an obvious orgasm crescendoed into screams of bliss. ‘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 they both needed some relief. Nicole was only too happy to help. Eventually, Ron and Sandra wore each other out, though not until long after Dawn and Nikki had gone to sleep. 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 step-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.’ Ron knew the best was yet to come, so to speak, as the next part was to get Dawn and Nikki involved in a foursome with him and mom, and that he was going to have a great two months before he headed off to CAMP. 12 Sunbathing I'll write another scene for this if people like what I've already done here, but it has already expanded from the original 10389 words to 24159 words. ONE more scene would probably grow into three or four, and if people don't like my writing then what is the point in posting. Synopsis:- Dawn and Nikki out for the morning on Saturday, sunbathing with mom, fuck. Call sisters back, stand in kitchen and see Ron getting blowjob. Strip and go outside to join in. |
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