Three days after the second sexual encounter between Camilla and her son Eros, a third would happen. Now unconscious Camilla was reliving that memory, in the hopes of gaining more insight into the psychic powers her son had given her in the come he'd shot inside her.
She'd been walking to her car in the university parking lot on the last Friday night of July, so tired from a long day of teaching that she thought she'd collapse on the concrete. Then suddenly, three male students of hers, a bit drunk and very aware of her reputation with the college boys, suddenly appeared from their hiding places behind the other cars.
"What the...? she said.
"Hey, Fox," said one of the young men.
"GIve us all a taste of your foxiness," said another of them.
They grabbed her and shoved her against her car. She tried to use Nigrovum to get them off her, but she was too tired to focus her thoughts.
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Back at home, Eros sensed his mother was in danger. He closed his eyes and concentrated, psychically scanning all of Montreal, but starting with the university campus, since he correctly assumed she was still there. Within seconds, he pinpointed her location in the parking lot, and he could feel her fear and sense the boys attacking her. Then he visualized himself already in that parking lot with his mother and those men.
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With the teleportation ability he'd acquired from Nigrovum's power, he disappeared and reappeared by her car in a puff of smoke.
"What the fuck?!" the first man shouted.
"Who the fuck are you?" the third man said.
Eros closed his eyes and visualized all three boys being thrown off his mother and knocking against other cars surrounding them. A second later, each boy felt an invisible fist punch him so hard that they all flew in the air, the first at ten o'clock from Camilla, the second at twelve o'clock from her, and the third at two o'clock. Indeed, they all landed hard against cars, about ten yards away from Camilla, smashing against windshields and being knocked unconscious.
"My son, my hero," she said, hugging him tightly. Then she felt something strange and disturbing in him: her own lust-energy!
Has he eaten my come recently?
she wondered.
It sure seems that way.
Sensing that she'd felt her energy in his body, Eros knew he had to think fast. "C'mon, Mom," he said, pulling away from her and opening her car door for her. "Let's get in the car and drive away fast, before those punks come to."
They quickly got in the car and she drove them out of the parking lot. As she continued driving out of the campus and towards their home, her suspicions grew as she vaguely began to sense the energy of a foreign substance that had been in her body from a few days before.
Did I have the date rape drug in me?
she thought.
Is that why I've been so tired lately?
Eros felt her suspicions, and quickly concluded that he couldn't use Rohypnol on her anymore. He tried to keep his mind completely blank, for he sensed that she was trying to scan his mind, though she was too tired to concentrate properly.
His only reason for having used Rohypnol on her before, instead of controlling her mind exclusively with Nigrovum, was that he was worried that she'd know he was psychically manipulating her. By diversifying her sources of fatigue, he was hoping she'd be too confused to figure out that he was every source. Now he'd have to use only Nigrovum, because she'd know by prediction that her next bourbon was drugged. In any case, he was eventually going to reveal his love to her, in carefully planned stages; therefore, it was just as well that he started with this night.
She drove them onto their driveway, and they got out of the car--Eros most awkwardly because of his gargantuan size. As they walked from the car to the front door of their house, he looked at her and asked, "Will you be OK, Mom? That must have been quite a fright for you."
"I'll be OK, baby," she said, yawning. "I have bigger worries than those boys." He knew exactly what she was implying by that. They went into the house.
She went to fix herself a bourbon while he went upstairs to his bedroom. He sat on his bed, closed his eyes, and started meditating, focusing on her fatigue. He ever so slightly, slowly expanded those psychic waves in her that made her sleepy, gradually making her sleepier. He did this with the utmost care, as to make her increased fatigue feel natural and not caused by his power.
Camilla took her drink into the living room and sat in her chair, yawning again. She sipped her drink and set it on the table by her chair. Her head and her hands soon became too heavy to pick up the remote control and turn on the TV, let alone watch it. A few seconds later, she fell asleep.
Then Eros came downstairs and into the living room, after having changed his appearance into that of Joey, the young man Camilla had met in
