Camp One, Chapter 22

Chapter 5: Seduction (Part 2)
Ron already had four women and was working towards a fifth.
Time seemed to fly by; many days had passed in a blur, though each week brought some surprising discoveries.
This week's strange occurrence happened on Thursday, during Jessica's "lesson."
"Good evening, Jessica. Shall we begin?"
Jessica was actually quite intelligent and a fast reader; they had already finished all their lessons for the year.
Of course, Ron had put in considerable effort to achieve this.
He spent almost two hours each time giving her marathon-like lessons, only half an hour on sex.
This gave him some peace of mind.
"Can we talk first?"
She seemed calmer than usual, which made Ron a little uneasy.
"Has she broken free of my control?"
Michael had told him that mind control was only temporary, but he would reinforce some commands during each class, so there was no chance of her breaking free...
"Whatever, I still have that videotape anyway."
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"
"I know what you did to me. You probably know what I'm thinking, but I still need to say it."
"Hmm, go ahead?"
"I don't quite understand, Ron, but I'm starting to accept your control over me, and I'm gradually liking it."
"What is she even saying? What a failure."
"Hmm, even so, is there a problem?"
"I don't think there's a problem, I just need to talk. Can you tell me how you did it?
I mean, what kind of drug did you give me, or something else?"
"No. You always said no when I asked if you needed anything to drink. So I didn't give you any medicine, but explaining it clearly is troublesome because there are some things I don't fully understand myself. Can we just admit it directly? I can control your thoughts now?" "
Okay, if you put it that way, it'll probably be easier for me to accept. Ron, this school year is almost over, and I'm worried we won't be able to see each other like this anymore. I don't want that to happen."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean… damn it, Ron, I don't even know what I'm saying, I just don't want to be separated from you."
"That's very interesting. It started because I wanted her, now it's all reversed."
"You mean you want to be my girlfriend?"
"I don't think I really want to be a girlfriend, although it's more convenient at school. I feel like our relationship is much closer than boyfriend and girlfriend, don't you think?"
"Hmm, I guess so, and then?"
"Ron, I don't know why I like it this way, but it's probably the most fitting relationship right now… I want to be your… slave."
"What!!!! How could this be! I didn't give any such orders!"
"Oh… Jessica, why would you think that? I mean, why are you telling me this?"
“I don’t know, Ron. All I know is that all I can think about this week is you, and the more I think about it, the more unbearable it becomes. I just want to make love to you right now. This torture is like being in hell.
I don’t care if you’re controlling me, even though I don’t understand why, but I just don’t care.”
“Jessica, wait here for me, don’t move.”
Ron knew she wouldn’t move, even though he wasn’t giving her any instructions.
He ran back to the room to find the business card.
“Damn, where did I put it? Ah, found it. Hopefully they can help.”
Unfortunately, their answers were almost meaningless, and Ron felt even more confused than before he made the call.
The consultant who answered the phone was very direct: "What's wrong?"
"What questions? She...she wants to be my slave, she was almost crying!"
"This isn't unusual. Many women react this way to mind control."
"What should I do?"
"Do whatever you want. We won't judge your actions."
"I'm not asking you to judge my actions, I need 'advice'!" “
I can’t give you any further advice because I don’t know your overall situation. You have to make the decision yourself. But if you decide to keep her, you’ll need to bring her with you to the camp training.
You can make that part of your decision, but don’t overthink it. Mr. Gervin will contact you personally in a few days and will sign some documents if needed. Is there anything else I can help with?”
“I guess not.”
“Have a nice evening. Goodbye.”
The other person hung up.
Just as Ron had expected, Jessica hadn’t moved an inch since he left, but he had no idea how to answer her.
“Jessica, come here.”
Ron sat on the sofa and let Jessica lean against him.
Over the past few weeks, he had learned some methods of reading other people's minds, and while experimenting on several classmates and Mrs. Hales, he had tried to erase some of their memories.
He placed his hand on Jessica's breasts, not out of any need, but because he was always accustomed to conducting mental work through physical contact, and on Jessica, what attracted him most were naturally those two mounds.
She quickly relaxed, and her mind opened up to him.
From Mrs. Hales, Ron had learned how to recognize the thoughts that arose from his manipulation.
The changes they produced in the mind were subtle, but Ron could find them.
He delved deep into Jessica's mind, trying to find the effects he had created.
He first saw the learning commands he had originally given, then his gag command, and then some obedience commands.
Was it because of this?
Perhaps the obedience commands were too strong?
But he had given the same commands to others as well.
He then saw his "thirst" command, wondering if that was the culprit.
Could it be that constant thirst had turned her into what she was now?
"Okay, delete it and see what happens."
He started deleting his original commands, but found that some derived images were hidden behind them and couldn't be removed.
"Are these aftereffects? Or is it her own idea? I guess I'll have to ask Mr. Gervin."
He pulled himself out of Jessica's mind and watched her slowly awaken.
"What happened?"
"Don't worry. I just needed to see what you were thinking. Jessica... Look, shall I call you Jess?"
"Okay, I like it."
Of course, this was unusual; she never liked being called anything other than Jessica. She didn't know what was happening to her, but unlike Ron, she was happy to accept the new instructions.
“Thanks, but I think we need to start over, Jess. I’m not saying I don’t want you, but I think we might need to separate for a while. How about this, you go home first, and we won’t have classes this week. Then, if you’re still holding onto your current mindset by next week, we can see what we can do, okay?”
She was quite hurt, Ron could sense it.
He knew she didn’t want to leave, but he had to figure out if Jessica’s current desire would fade away as he removed the command.
“Okay, Ron. But how should I tell Mom?”
“Just tell her I think you’ve caught up with everyone and that you need some rest. Of course, she doesn’t need to pay anything this week.”
He said with a smile, and to his delight, Jessica smiled too, though this surprised Ron.
“Okay, but I don’t want to go.”
He walked her to the door, and to his even greater surprise, Jessica gave him a passionate kiss before leaving.
“Please, say yes, Ron… goodbye!”
Ron murmured as the beautiful figure disappeared from his sight, “Goodbye, Jess. What should I do for you?”
Ron desperately needed something to distract him; Jess’s problems were really bothering him.
He decided to relax with his mother.
In the past, he would intrude into her fantasies every day and ravage her. His mother's reactions in the fantasies led him to believe that she was ready for physical contact.
His mother was in the kitchen, preparing a late-night snack.
Ron came up behind her and gave her a hug that was now quite familiar to her.
Feeling her son standing behind her, his arms around her waist, Sandra almost reflexively leaned back into his embrace, extremely relaxed in his arms.
"Don't you still have students?"
she asked softly.
"I sent Jessica back; she needs some rest, otherwise she might explode."
"Actually, I'm the one about to explode..."
Ron replied insincerely.
"You seem to be a good teacher, knowing what's best for your students."
Sandra continued to enjoy the tight embrace, something she would never have allowed a few weeks ago, but now she was too lazy to consider whether her son's behavior was right.
Slowly, Ron raised his hand, his cupped palm gently pressing against her breast.
He didn't go any further, unlike with Nicole and Dorene, where he would inevitably knead them a few times; now he simply pressed gently on them.
"Oh, child, you shouldn't do this..."
She didn't pull his hand away, nor did she jump out of his embrace, and Ron naturally didn't move either.
"Why not, Mom? Are you uncomfortable?"
He knew she was enjoying it; he got a positive answer from both her thoughts and her body language.
The pricking sensation in his hand was undoubtedly from her firm nipples, and her repeated crossing of her thighs must have been because her vagina was gushing with lustful fluids.
He was so close to his goal, but the last few obstacles were always the hardest to overcome.
“This isn’t something a mother and son can do, honey.”
“Really, Mom? Since you like it and I like it, what’s the problem with whether it’s possible or not? It’s not like you have a boyfriend or something.”
“I know, but right now I don’t seem to be interested in other men. I guess it’s because of your father. In fact, since Michael and I divorced, you’re the only man who has ever kissed me.”
“So you see, Mom? It’s not so bad, is it?”
Time would have to be spent on both his mother and him, but Ron could at least enjoy standing here, holding his mother tightly.
They were a perfect match in every way: Sandra Chaffee was only 5 feet 2 inches tall, just a little taller than 13-year-old Ron.
Ron practically worshipped her body; every part was so perfectly proportioned.
Her breasts, thighs, hips—each had the most perfect proportions. Coupled with her dreamlike, beautiful face, Ron couldn't imagine how his father could have the heart to beat her.
If it were a normal man, what could he do with such a face besides kissing?
"I don't think it's bad…but…"
she hesitated until she finally came up with a method she thought Ron couldn't refuse.
She turned into his arms and kissed his lips passionately.
Part of her thought was to use this tactic to stop him from his original behavior, but in doing so, she kissed with uncontrollable focus.
Ron knew he couldn't force it, so when they parted, he went back to his room.
Sandra continued preparing her desserts, her heart filled with joy at everything she had just done.
She even felt she had made some progress; in fact, they had both made progress in their own ways.
Ron practiced this once or twice a day, and gradually, his mother's resistance weakened.
In her imagination, he also made the image clearer.
He constantly knocked on the natural barrier in her heart to the love between mother and son, a high wall he had to dismantle little by little.
It took time, but he still had two months.
Mr. Gervin came to his house on Tuesday.
"Hello, Ron! They told me you've run into some trouble. They didn't go into details, but I guess something unexpected happened, didn't it?"
"Yes, let's talk in the living room."
Upon entering the room, they saw Temi and Nicole entwined on the sofa. "My lady, could you do this upstairs? I need to speak with Mr. Gervin about something."
Temi approached and kissed him, asking, "Will you come along later?"
"Maybe, but you'll enjoy it just as much without me, won't you?"
"No, it's even more fun with you here!"
The two little ones skipped and hopped upstairs. Michael sat down and laughed, "Looks like you're about to be overwhelmed, Ron."
"Ahem, you don't know, Greg..."
"Ron, you can call me Michael. Let's try to keep things informal at the camp."
"Okay, Michael. You don't know what I've done, a lot of what's happening isn't what I originally intended. Can you answer one question for me first?"
"Sure."
"It's about Temi from earlier. She came to me herself asking if I could... help her and my sister. I think it might be because of me, but this started before I even realized I had psychic powers. Do you think it's possible that I caused this, or is it just because she herself is... weird...?"
Michael couldn't help but laugh out loud; being with someone who had just discovered their abilities was always very interesting.
"No, it shouldn't have anything to do with her. Did you ever find her charming?"
"Yes, I found her very charming."
"That's probably the answer, Ron. Psychic powers are a very interesting thing. Sometimes they will automatically perform tasks according to the holder's will, without the owner's knowledge. And since psychic powers are innate, they begin to influence others from birth. That's why some untrained psychic holders can influence others to varying degrees, but usually, their abilities are very weak. Okay, do you have any other problems?"
"Oh yes, there's one more big problem concerning Jessica."
"A beautiful name, is there a problem?"
"She wants to be my slave."
“I’ll repeat myself, is there a problem?”
Michael chuckled, though he already knew from Ron’s expression what was troubling him. “Look, Ron, is something bothering you?”
“I don’t know if it’s because of me that she wants to be my slave. I mean, I control her, but I also control others, but no one else wants to be my slave like she does.”
“Maybe the others just don’t feel the need to explain their thoughts to you. Besides, what kind of control do you think is the culprit?”
“I make her excited whenever she thinks of me, you know, that excitement. And when I examine her mind…”
“Wait a minute, you can examine her mind? Can you really do that?”
"Hmm, but I think I'm still learning, though I'm already doing pretty well. What's wrong?"
Michael quickly jotted down some notes, then said, "Nothing particularly important, but it's definitely unusual. You can continue."
"Oh, I can find the instructions I gave her in her head, you know, it's like I've implanted commands in her brain."
Michael nodded, continuing to write, "Continue."
"I found the command that excites her just thinking about me, and then deleted it. But I see something like a shadow behind it. I don't know what that is? Will it fade away after I deleted the command?"
Michael was extremely shocked. It was absolutely impossible for an untrained psychic to do what Ron was talking about.
This was a technique far more advanced than mental manipulation; he knew it was what was called direct mental editing.
Most psychics had great difficulty even learning it, and only a very few in the camp could master it.
Michael himself couldn't perform such a technique, but in the personnel department, he was already one of the most powerful ability users.
“Ron, I can only tell you what others have told me, because I myself cannot do what you just described. However, there are still some who can. Those commands, or as you said, the shadows, will not fade away. They are either there or not there; what you see is her own thought. She has transformed the commands you gave her, ultimately making them commands she gives herself. Of course, these thoughts of hers can be overridden by other instructions, but they cannot be deleted. I think her excitement at the thought of you has long since become her own desire.”
“So, her wanting to be my slave is entirely her own idea, is it?”
“It should be. The next question is, do you want her?”
"Of course! I mean, if the camp doesn't prohibit it."
Michael was annoyed by always having to repeat the same old lines, but as the personnel officer, he had to say these damn lines almost every day.
"Ron, the camp doesn't prohibit anything even more extreme than this. And generally speaking, most camp members have at least one 'slave,' though some don't like that term. We usually call them 'contributors,' or 'slaves'—those are easier to remember. You can call her whatever you want. Besides, the camp will help you maintain control over her, so she'll need to come to the camp with you for training.
Another reason is that someone you have this kind of relationship with can cause a lot of trouble after being away from you for a long time." "If you decide you don't want her, you'll have to give her some new instructions, change her feelings for you, and most importantly, overturn her existing ideas."
"I want her, so what should we do?" "
We need to talk to her parents, at least meet one of them. Can you get them to come over?"
"Sure, I'll call them right now."
Ron dialed Mrs. Simmons's number and asked if she and Jessica could come over together.
He told her they needed to talk about Jessica's schoolwork, and she readily agreed.
"Okay, they'll be here in a few minutes. They think we'll talk about Jessica's schoolwork; is that a good starting point?"
"Very good, Ron. You understand mothers' psychology very well. Does Jessica know the truth?"
"What 'truth' do you mean?" "
About your abilities."
"Not entirely, she only knows I can control her."
"Hmm, very clever. It's a tactic—never let anyone know everything you can do."
Just then, Sandra Chaffee walked in through the front door.
Her outfit today was enough to make anyone faint.
Sandra had light brown hair, sparkling emerald eyes, and an alluring little mouth that seemed to be begging for a kiss. Her light blue top was so thin that two dark black dots were clearly visible through the fabric.
"She's not wearing a bra!"
Ron forced his gaze to the rest of her body; her white skirt perfectly outlined her curves.
Ron was already aroused, and he tried his best to keep his eyes from popping out.
"Oh, hello, this...Gr...Gr..."
"Michael? Gilvin, madam, you can call me Michael."
"Alright, Michael, I hope there won't be any problems with Ron's application to join the camping trip."
“No, no, not at all. I’m here to sign a contract with another applicant, one of Ron’s students. She has…different…abilities and needs, but we think the camp training will be helpful for her. I just want to use Ron as my middleman so that the applicant doesn’t feel too surprised. And Ron can help persuade her.”
“That sounds good. Oh, Ron, it’s just the two of us again tonight. What would you like to eat, honey?”
“I have no idea, Mom. I remember we had pizza last time. How was work today?”
"Not so smooth. But I don't think Michael will be interested in my nagging. If you're going to be here for a long time, I'll order pizza now."
Ron glanced at Michael, who was glaring at his mother while struggling to keep from drooling.
"Well, I don't think it'll take long. Ten minutes at most when they get here."
"Then I'll go upstairs to change."
She walked up to Ron and gave him a kiss, which Ron could see made Michael's eyes light up.
Then Sandra slowly walked upstairs, accompanied by two pairs of eyes staring intently at her back.
"I... um... it seems you're already on your mission."
"Yes, I never miss an assignment."
"Of course, this is no ordinary assignment..."
"Will you be controlling Mrs. Simmons later?"
"No, you will, Ron. I can't always be here to guarantee my control is always effective. You have to convince her that whatever you say is her own will. Based on my understanding of your abilities, this is a piece of cake."
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Ron answered and opened the door.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Simmons, Jess. Please come in."
They followed him into the house, but stopped when they saw Michael.
"Ron, I thought we were going to talk about my homework?"
"Jess, do you remember what we talked about last Thursday?"
Jessica's face lit up immediately.
“Yes, of course I remember.”
“Michael came to help with this. If you’re still interested.”
“Yes, yes!”
“Okay, why don’t you go sit with Michael for a while? He has some questions for you and some things to explain. I need to talk to your mother for a few minutes.”
“Okay!”
She ran to Michael and sat down on the sofa, and the two began to speak quietly.
Ron then went to Mrs. Simmons. “Mrs. Simmons, may we sit down and talk for a while?”
“Of course, Ron. What’s going on? I thought…”
“Mrs. Simmons, may I call you by your first name?”
“Just call me Mary, what’s up?”
They sat down in the front hall, and Ron took Mary’s hand and said softly.
“You can completely relax now, open your mind…”
Ten minutes later, Ron finished his work. Mrs. Simmons would now carry out all his orders. He led her to Michael and Jasmine.
“Alright, Michael. Have you explained everything to Jasmine?”
“Yes, Mrs. Simmons, how was it?”
“Mary? I need you to sign these forms. It’s a summer camping application form. It won’t cost you a penny, but since I’m going, I’d like Jasmine to come with me. Are you willing to sign these forms?”
“Of course, Ron. If you like.”
“I think you need to explain to your father, Jasmine. If he has any questions, have him come directly to me. Okay?”
“No problem.”
She stood beside him, gripping his arm tightly.
"Are you feeling better after a few days of rest, Jess?"
She glanced at her mother and answered cautiously, "Yes, Ron."
Then she leaned closer and whispered, "That only makes me miss you more."
Ron smiled and escorted the two ladies out the door.
"See you at school tomorrow, Jess."
The pizza had arrived; Ron paid for it and took his dinner into the house.
Michael was getting dressed. "It seems everything is under control. You did a great job with Mrs. Simmons just now. Also, I wanted to ask, how did you learn so quickly?"
"I don't know, maybe I practiced a lot. I hope I haven't caused any trouble."
"Even if you have, you can change it back later. No mind control is absolute, remember: you always have the chance to change your original instructions. I should go now, it was a pleasure seeing you again today. I guess you have a lot of work to do tonight, don't you?" "
I hope so."
After Michael left, Ron returned to the kitchen.
His mother was already taking out plates, preparing dinner.
Although she said she was going to change clothes, she only put on a loose dress.
Ron was already aroused outside the kitchen. They'd been through so much in this spot.
Tonight would be different. It started as usual—he wrapped his arms around her from behind, she put down the plate, and leaned back to relax.
He knew she could feel his erect penis; the sensation against her back was already causing him some pain.
But she said nothing, as she had never said anything before.
Ron moved his hand, finally placing it on her breast.
Sandra had been waiting for this.
She had deliberately gone braless today to see if he would still touch her breasts.
She needed his touch, craved his caresses, but she also resisted it all.
This was her son, damn it!
But his movements were so gentle, so graceful, so…exciting.
He was so skilled that she couldn't help but wonder where he had learned these techniques. She even thrust her chest forward, the sensation of her nipples circling in his palms fueling her desire with each passing moment.
Ron was surprised by his mother's reaction. He was preparing for the familiar resistance, with only a sheer fabric between her breasts and his palms. He guessed that the actual progress might not be as great as he imagined, but he didn't want to force it too much.
Finally, as usual, she turned and kissed him deeply on the lips.
After a while, they separated, and Sandra laughed, saying, "The pizza will get cold if you don't eat it now."
She picked up the plate she had put down, and Ron didn't do anything more, assuming she probably couldn't handle anything more.
But this time, he was completely wrong.
An hour after dinner, Ron was working on his year-end assignment in his room. Although it wasn't due for another two weeks, he wasn't one to procrastinate.
As he finished the last part, his mother came in.
"Ron?"
"What is it, Mom?"
"Could you give me a back massage? I'm completely exhausted today." "
That bad?"
"Yes, absolutely terrible. The client keeps refusing to place an order, and my boss keeps pushing. Nothing has made me feel better."
"Sure, Mom, I'd be happy to give you a massage."
He shut down his computer and led his mother to her room on the first floor.
Sandra was lying face down on the bed, the room dimly lit, barely enough to see her shadow.
"Can you close the door, Ron? The light outside is hurting my eyes."
Ron almost danced with glee, worried that his mother would figure out what he was thinking. "Oh God, I hope not! If she guesses what I'm thinking..."
Ron deliberately avoided reading his mother's thoughts. He was always worried about forcing his mother's change too much, and he felt he had to be more careful from tonight onwards.
Ron began massaging her shoulders, then her back, but the silk dress wrinkled terribly under the massage.
"Mom? It might be more comfortable if you took off your top."
He tried not to let his voice tremble, but it was very difficult.
"Okay, Ron."
She sat up with her back to him and unbuttoned her top.
Then she lay back down, letting Ron pull up her clothes and take them off.
Before Ron lay the skin he had always longed to touch and caress, and it was all of her own volition.
Ron began to massage her skin, trying every massage technique he knew to please her.
After lingering on her back for a while, he moved down to her legs.
As usual, her skirt was an obstacle; normally he could roll it up, but tonight, he felt he could probably get rid of it…
“Mom?” He didn’t even need to ask; Sandra had already unzipped the skirt and pulled it down past her hips. 　　“Darling, take them off.” Ron did
as she asked 　　, the feeling of his palms rubbing against her thighs was nothing short of spectacular. 　　He continued the massage, helping her thighs relax. 　　"Looks like I can make money from massages now." 　　He seemed so focused on his current job that he didn't notice what his mother was thinking. "Should I let him do it? This is so, oh... so comfortable. He'll be gentle, I know he always is. I guess I need a test..." 　　She gestured for Ron to stop, letting him think his wonderful experience was over. 　　"There will be other opportunities, next time I'll try different places," 　　Ron reassured himself. 　　"Ron? Can you do me a favor? I usually put on some lotion, can you put it on for me? I'm so relaxed right now, I don't want to move. The lotion is in the closet." 　　Ron excitedly took out the lotion. 　　"My good luck isn't over yet? Wow! I wonder where this will end tonight..." 　　He began applying lotion to her, just like the massage he'd given her earlier, but now he was doing it much lighter and gentler, as if caressing a precious work of art. 　　Time passed quickly, and Ron was already applying lotion to her feet; he thought this was the end. 　　Just then, Sandra turned around and said, "You're not done yet. You only did half of it. Start from the bottom and work your way up." 　　She smiled, looking at her dazed son, whose attention was clearly not on her face. His 　　gaze was fixed on the raised door knockers; even after stroking them daily for the past few weeks, he still felt an intuitive awe at the beauty of his mother's body. 　　Ron finally snapped out of his daze and returned to his work. 　　He meticulously wiped every inch of his mother's body, making sure not to miss any detail. 　　While working on her thighs, even though she was wearing shorts, Ron could clearly feel the warm, moist air emanating from between her legs. 　　He had enough experience to understand what this meant. "Where exactly?" 　　he wondered, wiping her abdomen and enjoying its soft smoothness. 　　Then he deliberately skipped her breasts, directly rubbing her shoulders, her neck, and her throat. 　　He hesitated for the final touch, but he saw encouragement in his mother's eyes. 　　Ron began to caress his mother's breasts, the movements the same as before, but now he could directly enjoy her skin and touch her nipples. 　　He gently squeezed them, letting his fingers swirl around them. 　　Sandra was clearly too excited to resist any longer, not even a minute more. "Ron, darling..." 　　"Hmm, Mom?" 　　"Do you know what sex is?" 　　"It's what we usually call sex, right?" 　　"It is sex, but it refers to sex with someone you love. It's tender, sweet, and of course, sensual. I want to make love to you, Ron." 　　"My God!" 　　Ron was completely unprepared for tonight's events. He quickly did a mental check, trying to see if he had inadvertently given any instructions. 　　But nothing; that was her own thought. 　　"Looks like I've succeeded. Now it's time to get back to work!" 　　He couldn't help but smile from the inside out, answering his mother, "Mom, I'm willing to do anything to make you happy." 　　"Well, this will make me happy, Ron." 　　Ron continued massaging her breasts, but he lowered himself so that his other hand could touch her shorts. 　　He slowly rubbed her panties, moving his fingers down inch by inch until he touched her vulva. 　　Even through the fabric, he was certain that this was undoubtedly the best he had ever touched. 　　"Take it off, Ron." 　　He grabbed the sides of the shorts with both hands and, with his mother's help, pulled them off her legs. 　　He now truly had a mother, a mother completely naked, forcefully spreading her legs in front of him, begging him to make love to her. 　　He would do as she asked, very politely and gently. 　　The experiences of the past few weeks had taught him how to control himself, and besides, he had already ejaculated in his underwear when his mother asked him to make love to her.

Ron quickly stripped off his clothes and
returned to his mother's side.
He continued rubbing her vulva, this time more directly.
He bent down to suckle her nipples.
He then inserted a finger into her vagina and began to move it in and out with a piston-like motion.
Sandra was completely aroused, swaying her ample hips in response to Ron's movements.
Ron even doubted that this alone would bring his mother to orgasm, so he decided to try increasing the pace of his finger and switching to the other nipple in his mouth.
Then he licked down her belly, his tongue like a nimble little snake, moving here and there. But the little snake had a clear target, because it finally stopped at Sandra's clitoris.
He was certain he could bring her to orgasm this way. He moved his tongue back and forth along her vulva, while inserting another finger in and out of her honey pot, occasionally sucking on her clitoris.
Just as Ron was launching his full-scale assault, Sandra writhed excitedly on the bed like a wild horse unleashed.
Ron, always an obedient son, adjusted his position, pressing his penis into her wet, hot vagina.
This was unlike any he had ever experienced before; it was moist, soft, slippery, and he felt an electric current coursing through his shaft.
Ron changed his mind. She didn't have to be the best, but she had to be the one who satisfied him the most.
He wanted to label this feeling, to remember this joy that exceeded his expectations forever.
Ron began with a peaceful rhythm, allowing them both to enjoy it exceptionally.
Then Ron realized that tonight was going to be a long night…
Nicole and Doreney returned from the party at eleven o'clock, and upon entering, they were puzzled by the unusual quiet.
“Where did Mom and Ron go?”
Nicole asked.
“I guess Mom’s bedroom door is closed, she’s probably asleep, and Ron is probably in his own room.”
Just then, they heard a strange noise coming from their mother’s room. “What’s that sound?”
Nicole asked.
"Quiet down, let's go listen."
Just as they approached the door, a sound suddenly erupted from inside, startling them.
Based on their experience over the past three weeks, they both knew what was happening inside. Doreney pulled Nicole quietly away from her mother's room.
"Ron and Mom? I never knew they were..."
Nicole whispered.
“I don’t know either, Nicole. I guess it just happened. Mom’s been so lonely lately. Anyway, we all know Ron’s great.”
“Hehe, I’m already soaking wet just thinking about it.”
“Then let’s go upstairs… anyway, Mom’s too tired to know what we’re doing.”
Dorenie wasn’t much better off; she was already tired of the feeling of her damp shorts between her legs.
She desperately needed some relaxation, and so did Nicole.
By the time Ron and Sandra were getting dressed, Dorenie and Nicole were already exhausted and had gone to bed.
Sandra regretted not doing it sooner, while Ron was gleefully enjoying the satisfaction of completing his grand project.
“Ron, honey, we need to be careful around your sisters.”
“What do you mean, Mom?”
He understood her meaning, of course, but teasing her wouldn't hurt.
“I think they might not be able to accept this fact. I mean, mothers and sons shouldn't usually do this, well, I'm glad we're different from others, we need to do something to ensure our relationship lasts.”
“Oh… Mom, I think you should know something about the family…”
Ron knew the best was yet to come; he would have two unbelievably joyful months before heading to camp.
————End of Part One————

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