Four days after Camilla's fifth unwilling night of incest with Eros, she was in her office in McGill University in the afternoon, with more homework to mark. It was the second week of August, and she was shaking with worry about the idea that her son could have been using his psychic powers to trick her into having sex with him, while making her think she was fucking incubi in her dreams.
Did he cancel out the energy surge I gave myself last Friday?
she wondered.
Or did the masked men cancel it out? I blocked all of them, and Eros: am I being drained of my own psychic powers? Are they no longer effective?
She decided to try putting up even stronger psychic barriers against Eros and the masked men: she visualized a kind of 'Trojan wall' surrounding her, and Eros and the masked men she imagined as 'Greek warriors' futilely trying to break through. After five minutes of concentrating on that, and reasonably assured that the barrier would be secure against all possible sexual predators, Camilla then visualized a huge surge of energy that would be ready to come out that night, around when Eros would presumably be fucking her.
As she was doing this, the masked men were monitoring her efforts, and laughing at how ultimately useless they were.
At home, Eros, too, was aware of what she was trying to do. Sitting on his bed, he began meditating, thinking of a way to have her that night, in a way that would trick her into thinking she was fucking incubi in her sleep, yet also one that would bring her closer to knowing--and, he hoped--accepting that it had been him fucking her all along.
Indeed, while he knew he couldn't keep up the pretence of incubi fucking her much longer, his craving for his mother's beautiful body was now so strong that he felt he would have to have her more often than just twice a week.
Please, Mama,
he thought,
accept me as your lover. Your every breath excites me. More and more, I want to be touching you and kissing you, forever and ever and ever.
Knowing that cutting through her barrier and draining her energy would only make her more suspicious, he decided instead to focus on how he could manipulate things for her in her classes that day. He psychically prompted her students to overwhelm her with questions, and while she was thus distracted, he visualized a 'Trojan horse' being 'welcomed through a door' to her psychic barrier.
Now inside her mental space, with no hole in the barrier that could cause any further suspicion in her, he moved her energy surge to thirty minutes after when she'd set it, giving him more time to enjoy her that night.
She got home late that night, exhausted as usual and ready for bed. Sensing no rupture of her psychic barrier, she naturally assumed neither Eros nor the masked men had tampered with her energy surge, and she was too tired to monitor it and discover that it had been delayed.
Eros was in the bathroom, and she, nonetheless still suspicious of him, went into his bedroom to look around. She went to his computer, moved the mouse to make the screen light up, and saw the home page of a social networking website. Then she looked down at the bottom of the screen, where other opened windows could be clicked on. She saw a window to her old porn website. She shuddered.
The Camilla of early October, reliving this memory while incubi were gang-banging her unconscious naked body in the public aquarium, was less disturbed by this memory as she was by the fact that she had realized, in the re-experiencing of an earlier memory with her now expanded psychic awareness, that her son had begun enjoying her porn website two years before, and possibly even earlier than that. As painful as all of this was, though, she knew she had to go on reliving all of this in order to learn of a possible way to defeat the masked men.
Eros came into his room. "Mom?" he said, worried that she may have known about him looking at her old porn. "What are doing in here? Can't I have any privacy? This is my room!"
"It's your room," she said, "but
my
house, and nice boys don't snap at their mothers."
"Sorry," he said, frowning. Then she left his room.
She went into her room, worrying about what she'd just seen on his computer monitor so much that she figured she wouldn't sleep at all that night.
Well, at least I'll be awake enough to know if he's trying to seduce me,
she thought.
Maybe I didn't need that energy surge after all.
She kicked off her black high heels, unzipped her tight black dress at the back and pulled it down to her legs, letting it fall to her feet. Then she pulled her dark pantyhose and pink panties down to her ankles, and pulled her feet out of the leg-holes. Braless, she was now naked. She got in bed, pulled the sheets over herself, and closed her eyes, assuming she'd be too agitated to sleep.
In her worried distraction, she didn't know--as Eros hadn't--that the masked men had mentally travelled in his 'Trojan horse' to get inside her psychic barrier that afternoon, too. Taking advantage of her distraction, they visualized a black void where her worried thoughts about Eros were in her mind. No longer thinking about her wayward son, and too exhausted to wonder why she suddenly seemed to have forgotten about what she'd seen on his computer screen, she soon fell fast asleep.
Eros, now also naked, sensed her having fallen asleep, and sat on his bed, meditating. This time he used the shape-shifting powers he'd acquired from Nigrovum to take on the form of Cameron; and though he hated his late stepfather, he wanted to see what emotions he'd arouse from his mother. After all, Cameron was a man, not a boy, and Eros was tired of hearing his mother call him 'baby' when they made love. He craved to have his mother regard him as a
man
, not the little Mama's boy that she always treated him like, almost as much as he craved her delicious body. Besides, he knew he could use Cameron's Candaulism to his psychic advantage, as part of his plan to reveal his true self to her, however gradually.
After a few seconds of concentrating, Eros had used Nigrovum to change his body into an exact copy of Cameron's. Then he left his room and went into hers. As another part of his plan to bring things closer to reality for her, he chose not to make her think she was dreaming about being in the burning mansion outside of Vancouver. In this 'dream', she would simply see her own bedroom there in Montreal. He used his psychic powers to make her slowly open her eyes while making her believe she was still dreaming.
"Cameron?" she said, sitting up in bed and sadly looking at her late 'husband', who stood at the open door, with the light from the hall illuminating him. "Oh, I've missed you. I didn't mean to hurt you the way I did, cheating so much."
"I know, Ma--I mean, Camilla," Eros said, wincing slightly at his perfect imitation of the sound of this hated stepfather's voice. "You couldn't help yourself."
"You're just so sensitive," she said, choking back sobs at the contemplation of her guilt. "Your self-esteem was so low, and I just made it lower." She began to cry.
Pained at the sight of his beautiful mother's sobbing, Eros said, "Oh, please don't cry. I forgive you, completely. Let's make love, like old times."
"Yes," she said, wiping away her tears, pulling away the blankets and revealing her lovely nakedness to him. "Let me make it up to you." He closed the door, got on the bed and between her legs. "How's life in, you know, the other world?" She then looked around and was surprised to see no burning walls, like in her old dreams or in the afterlife, but merely her bedroom.
Before she could really take her unexpected surroundings all in, he drew near and kissed her hard on the lips. They opened their mouths and their tongues were entwined, sliding along each other's lengths. He put his arms around her, and she lay back down on the bed.
She raised her spread legs up to receive his hard cock, which he poked inside her already wet pussy. She squealed as it quickly went all the way in. He pulled his hands up from behind her, cupped her tits in his hands, and pinched her nipples as he began thrusting away inside her cunt. He used Nigrovum to adjust the length and thickness of his cock to make it exactly the size that pleased his mother the most. He pulled his head up and groaned as his cock continued sliding in and out, then she screamed and came within a mere thirty seconds of screwing.
