20 comments/ 110408 views/ 122 favorites Peakwood University: Orientation By: LondonBurbank Prologue: "You're kidding!" "Of course I'm not Mr. Evans. Peakwood University has existed for 150 years and has stood by this practice since the very beginning. It is a requirement for admission I'm afraid." Tony looked at his mom, who was smiling at him curiously. He certainly hadn't expected this reaction from her. He turned back to the admissions officer, who was also smiling. "But isn't college like, the time I'm supposed to be independent? If my mom is going to live with me, what's the point of even leaving Idaho?" The admissions officer licked her lips, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She glanced at his mother with a half smile, her eyes knowing. Tony had a hard time believing that they had never met each other. They seemed to be sharing something he was not a party to. "Mr. Evans, college is indeed the time to be independent. It is the period in your life in which you are supposed to be truly preparing for the real world, and the responsibilities of establishing a home of your own. But this is an isolated town, home only to our university's twenty thousand students. This university is its own city, and prides itself on being the last university in the United States to only admit male students. We might be accused of being sexist and discriminating, but we operate based upon our own traditions. We believe that is why our methods make us the highest rated university on the west coast. We are proud of our male student population, but we also acknowledge that a man's life can steer wrong without female influence. This is why all our students live with their mothers." Tony sat for a moment, drinking in her words. At that moment he was sure he was dreaming. It wouldn't have been the first time he had dreamt of something so strange. Such insanity didn't exist in the real world though; he knew that. He looked at his mother again. Erica Evans was looking back at her son mildly. She was judging his reaction just as much as he was judging hers. Tony let himself breathe for a few moments, hoping that he would just wake up in his bed. That was how dreams work after all, if you stop participating in them actively they just kind of slide away. But his mother's beautifully cut blonde hair still fell slightly over her bright, intelligent eyes as she stared at him, as real and in the moment as ever. Her top, a sensibly cut white blouse with the top two buttons doing the work of exposing her beautifully smooth neck, did not fade. The admissions officer was still staring at him, and he got the distinct sense that she fully expected this kind of extensive, dramatic reaction, after informing him of something so large and potentially detrimental to his college years. She turned to Erica, her full lips parting slowly as she threw just the slightest glance in Tony's direction before speaking, "Would you mind informing your son that you have already agreed to this Erica?" His mother's smile broadened. "Tony, Sandra here spoke with me the other week when I was still on the fence about it. She convinced me that you deserve the best, and she has really convinced me that living with your mother in college truly amounts to the best. Plus, I wasn't comfortable letting you go to college. I just wanted to cling to you for a little longer." "Mom!" Tony blushed; his mom could be so embarrassing with her constant fawning over him. "Mr. Evans, we believe in the complete integration of our student's mothers into their college education. You will be academic and social partners with her at all university events. Your mother will receive some postgraduate college credit for her efforts, but our student's mothers come to our school because we are offering them a chance to relive the best years of their youth alongside their sons, isolated from the rest of the world." Tony thought he could see a shadow of a smirk in the corner of the woman's mouth. "You notice this building is off of the main campus, and you undoubtedly complained about our policy of only allowing a campus tour once a year. Everybody does. We do everything we can to cut outsiders off from the day to day functioning of our school's main campus. Now, you may ask why, and I promise the answer is simple. What is up on those hills, less than a mile from the ocean I might add, is its own world. No college dares to be like it. You should consider this opportunity a gift, Mr. Evans. Will you be attending our university this fall?" "Uh-" Tony looked at his mom again, wanting desperately to say something about the strange turn his college admissions had taken. Maybe it was the stress of the situation, or maybe Tony's own nature simply betrayed him, but he couldn't help but look at his mom's breasts through her shirt. They were big, huge in fact. They strained against her shirt. But still, they didn't look out of place on her. She didn't look like some bimbo who just wanted to show the world the biggest funbags money can buy. As strange as was to admit, it looked like Erica Evans had a great deal more ownership of her own bustline than most women half her age. They were a part of her identity as a woman who had lived through a great deal, as well as having borne the burden of being a mother. That made them mommy-boobs; Tony made up the word in his mind in a fraction of a second, almost as a product of pure instinct. Mommy-boobs, undoubtedly with fat, hard nipples. Tony wanted to slap himself across the face for thinking something so filthy about his own mother, but that was the truth of it. After all, what kind of sick shit is having your mother live in the same room as you for all of college? It's enough to confuse anyone. It was enough to get Tony's cock hard, as much as he tried to imagine that it didn't. And when he finally did respond, he swore he didn't even think of the words before they tumbled out, "Yes I will." "I'm glad to hear it. Orientation begins in August." Chapter 1: Orientation The biggest venue on the Peakwood University campus was the gym connected to Doveman Athletics Center. The building was at the peak of a large hill overlooking the rest of the campus. Tony imagined that it been situated as it had to encourage students to be athletic just to get there, but he resented the fact that he had seen virtually none of the campus before being hustled into the tremendously cavernous space. He tried to look through the massive window taking up the entire western side of the wall, but it had been shaded to prevent the new freshman from having to squint into the coastal California sunlight. But even if it wasn't shaded Tony would still not have been able to see much, considering how far back in the room he and his mom were. The mother-son duo was in a sea of folding chairs crammed together. Tony vaguely remembered the admissions officer mentioning that something like 5000 freshman boys had been admitted, and with each boy having his mom in tow that brought the number to something like 10,000. Tony cast his eyes up and down the seemingly endless aisles. He could see hundreds of boys sitting next to their mothers, trying not to look embarrassed. While parents do typically attend portions of college orientations, they also typically leave right after. The time kids spend with their parents at orientation is often giddy and full of the excitement of living in a new place defined by their own rules. But merely by sitting in the Doveman gym seats, each boy was sending the message that he had agreed to attend college, all of college, with his mother. Each and every boy had agreed to share a dorm room with his own mother. Tony had thought a great deal in the months between when the admissions officer had informed him that he would be living with his mother and the orientation about why an entire university might have such a strange policy regarding student life. Peakwood was certainly considered the most prestigious university in California except Stanford and Berkeley. There were congressmen, great writers and great businessmen who had come out of Peakwood. Those interviewed were always asked about the mysterious Peakwood University, and they usually just laughed the question off. Tony assumed that it had to do with abstinence. By cutting off any thoughts of sex the boys would be more productive students, and their grades would probably be higher. All male schools still existed, but they were usually Catholic. Peakwood University had no religious affiliation. Abstinence was not usually a secular idea, but Tony supposed in a kind of dispassionate, objective way it made sense. Abstinence took a lot of the temptation out of life. But by having students live with their mothers? The only rational explanation Tony could think of was the one the admissions officer had provided, female influence. In that same kind of objective way that made sense as well. But there was something sexual about it, despite every rational instinct which went against such an illogical and socially unacceptable instinct. Tony snapped out of his own thoughts when his mom pushed some of the Peakwood welcoming materials into his lap, tapping happily a picture of a woman receiving a massage, "Bet you didn't know they have a spa. What other university would have something as cool as that?" He looked at her evenly. Her eyes sparkled; her breathing was accelerated. He had never seen his mother so happy and excited. It was off-putting. "I bet you'll be more interested in that than me, Mom." She turned back to the orientation materials with a hint of a frown playing across her face before she reassured herself that Tony's opinion of his situation was going to be changed very dramatically, very quickly. Peakwood had the freshman registration formula streamlined, Tony and his mom had been stopped by security and let through after showing them Tony's acceptance letter. Like the admissions officer had mentioned the campus was very strictly closed to outsiders without special permission, and the big men who studied the Peakwood University student identification card he had been sent in the mail over the summer against the information provided on the acceptance letter seemed to drive the seriousness of this particular Peakwood policy home with their every move. The Evans' car, with all Tony and Erica's stuff in a little trailer behind it, was picked up and driven to Meaten Hall, the largest dorm on campus that would be their home for the next nine months or so. Tony had wondered why he didn't get to at least move his own stuff into his new room, but the blonde upperclassmen mom acting as valet just smiled at him and mumbled something about how he had better things to do that day. She walked away before Tony got a chance to ask her what she meant. And so Tony and Erica were left in front of the massive Doveman Athletics center, which was pumping music. Moms flanked the different sets of doors into the gym, cheering on the students as they shuffled by, not entirely sure how to react. Tony could at least appreciate school spirit, the source was just a bit foreign to him. When they had finally found a seat, only after Erica had sought out an information table and grabbed as much welcoming material as she could get her hands on, they looked over the "Schedule of Events" flyer inserted into a massive folding map of the campus. They realized they were waiting for university president Archibald Concerro to deliver his opening remarks. But as it turned out, that was all the schedule of events listed. Tony couldn't help but wonder why the university had even wasted the paper necessary to print the flyers. When the president finally took the stage, it was something to behold in its absurdity and overdramatic theatrics. The lights went out and the Peakwood University logo, a lone pine tree overlooking a valley, erupted on the massive screen in the front of the room. As this happened, the trademark opening strains of AC/DC's "Thunderstruck" echoed around the room, and lasers started to glance off the screen and shoot into the crowd. Archibald Concerro burst out from behind the screen a minute later and reveled in the applause his dramatics evoked from the stunned crowd like a preening peacock showing off for its mate. Tony was laughing the whole way through, so was his mom. Tony had read Archibald Concerro's work. The dean with the funny name frequently contributed to the New York Times, offering boilerplate liberal op-eds that spoke to his hippie upbringing and lifelong California residency. That moment was the first time he had ever seen the man in person, and it wasn't what he expected. With such a strange name he had expected an old man with a twisted face, instead stood a man with movie star looks who was probably 40 but looked not a day over 30. He was wearing a shiny gray collared shirt and a white jacket, which was hideously gaudy, but somehow just made him look more confidently imposing. He stepped to the microphone with a grin and gradually the mummers of the crowd began to die. "Ladies and gentleman, most of you probably know me. My name is Archibald Concerro. I am the tenth president of this institution, and I have proudly carried on its traditions exactly as my predecessors have. And in that spirit, I would like to formally extend a huge..." He paused needlessly for a few seconds for dramatic effect. "...leopards welcome to your first academic year at Peakwood University!" There was thunderous applause again. "Now, I'm sure you've been confused ever since you were told that you would be living with your mothers. It's a strange requirement, and it deserves to be addressed before anything else on this very...busy day. Its them, elephant in the room after all" Every boy in the room leaned forward, eager to have a mystery that had been dogging each and every one of them solved. "But did any of you wonder why Peakwood requires its own test prior to admission? The one you all took online and never got the scores for? That's because it wasn't that kind of test; it had no academic purpose. What you took was a personality test. Its the best personality test that science has yet produced, and it can be tailored to test for specific elements of personality. Your test was designed by an independent team of scientists given a grant by this university of 20 million dollars. It is produced in this manner once every twenty-five years, not that we would ever need to replace it. It's that well written, I assure you. It. Is. Never. Wrong." He said this so firmly that Tony believed it without question. "What was your test seeking to find in your personalities? Can't you guess yet? Are your brains still that locked in convention? Look around the room college students, and put two and two together! Our test is designed to determine your willingness to fuck your mothers." There was a half-second of gasping echoing around the room, and then suddenly Tony's vision was lost in a flash of white. There were yells, and he got the sense that he was not the only one who had just been blinded. When Tony's eyes adjusted from the shock, the president was standing at the lip of the stage, laughing merrily as he rocked slightly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "You'll treasure that picture some day, I promise you. Its going to be framed and hung in the lobby of my office, and you'll all get your own copy when you graduate in four years. Sorry for surprising you, but that's a little tradition we have here. The look on a student's face when he discovers the true nature of Peakwood is quite simply priceless. Now, maybe you haven't noticed, but your moms certainly don't seem too surprised by this jarring news do they?" Tony looked at his mom, who was smiling at him evenly. The sparkle in her eyes suddenly seemed very naughty. "We practiced this next part ladies. Take it away!" Erica stood up from her chair along with each and every other mother in the hall. For just a single, delicious moment, all five thousand of the matronly beauties seemed to be exchanging a knowing, triumphant look. Erica took a step from her chair and stood in front of her son. What she did next caught Tony completely by surprise; she jumped onto his lap. Tony grunted as his mom giggled, her face now a foot above his. Tony had spent most of the day trying not to steal glances at the cavernous cleavage that had been peeking out of his mom's sleeveless white silk blouse, but now it was impossible not to look. He had just been given carte blanche to look. Erica had expected this of course, smiling down at her enraptured son and shaking her chest slightly. She was wearing a bra, a little white lace number, but it was too small for her. She wanted her big girls to swing free, but she was content to just let the cloud of breast meat inches from her son's face sway back and forth, colliding and separating and colliding again. Tony could feel a heat against his crotch, and honestly wasn't sure if it was her or him or both. His mouth hung open slightly as she shifted her weight on him, and he realized his cock was now iron hard and resting against the mound hidden in her pants. He couldn't help but wish at that moment that she was wearing a skirt, so that he might feel what felt like the softest ass he had ever imagined as it was truly meant to be felt, bare but for what he just knew was a tiny thong. He had sifted through his mom's dirty panties on more than one occasion, and he knew that all she owned were little tiny g-strings, brazilian cuts, and lingerie. He had always imagined what they must look like molded to her curves. Tony had forgotten where he was. He didn't care about school, he didn't care about a "normal" college experience, not anymore. The president had to yell over the chaos to be heard, "You should be proud knowing that you are one of only a select group aware of the true secret that is the key to the academic and social prestige of Peakwood, but you are entrusted with living with it and not sharing it with the outside world. The penalty for breaking silence is a lawsuit guaranteed to ruin you and your entire family. Now I'm sure you realize why we've managed to keep the secret for so long. But why would you put in danger the situation I have just handed you?" He smiled, taking off his jacket and throwing it behind him on the stage. "I feel that I might have lost your attention, and that's fair. I don't blame any of you, and I won't bore you with academics and procedure right now. Its all in your pamphlets anyway. So let me contribute to the mood rather than ruin it. Now that you are all aware of the secret of Peakwood University, I think you should get a real taste of what life actually looks like on this campus. Well, a fantastic team of senior students and their moms decided a few months ago to put their filmmaking skills to use. It is my great pleasure to share with you the fruits of their labor." Huge shields slid down the outside of the building, cutting off all outside sources of light. The moment they completed their slow journey, the electric lights in the room simply, turned off. The only source of light left in the room was the Peakwood logo. Tony looked up at the beautiful woman now silouhetted against the the light of only the screen and realized he hadn't actually spoken to her since hearing the truth about his new university. Erica didn't mind of course. She knew how much of a shock the news about Peakwood had been for her son. But she knew that the best thing for him once he had heard the news was reinforcement that he wasn't being lied to. That was why she had let her breasts sway for him without so much as a word, presenting herself to her future mate like an animal in heat. Eric knew that Tony was a shy kid, despite the fact that he had no reason to be. The few friends he had in high school really loved him, and he was loyal to a fault. Erica had always blamed his shyness on his fear of girls. He was somehow convinced that they were naturally turned-off by him. This was absolutely ludicrous, considering he was physically fit and extremely handsome. But there was also his cock. As much as Erica had always tried to avoid the thoughts when they crept into her mind, they kept doing just that. She would see him walk around the house in just his boxers at night. She could see it swinging and swaying and making her husband's cock seem absolutely insignificant by comparison. Peakwood University: Orientation She knew he had snooped in her panty drawer too, and even though she tried to attribute it to hormones, it also made her wet. Sometimes when she went to bed she would almost touch herself thinking about it. But then one night when she had had one too many glasses of wine, she did just that. And she came harder than she had ever cum before. She blushed at the memory, leaning towards her son, waiting for him to speak first, which he did in a small voice, "Mom?" Her smiled broadened, and her eyes got bigger. "Tony?" He sighed as she pressed herself against him, feeling his bulge. She thought it came up to her stomach, or even a little higher. "You knew I wanted to...I mean...you knew I wanted to..." "Have SEX with me?" He nodded. "FUCK me?" He nodded again. "No baby, I want to hear you say it. Tell your mother exactly what you want to do to her. But baby, the first time you say it I want you to use my first name. Tell Erica that you want to fuck her. There'll be plenty of time to call me Mommy later on, I need to hear my name come out of your mouth so you know, you know that I am your woman. Say it baby." Tony shuddered at her words, and wasted no time, "I want to fuck you Erica." "I want to fuck you too Tony. I was so thrilled when they told me how Peakwood worked. Remember that weekend I said I was visiting your Aunt Candi? I was really here, learning the truth and signing confidentiality paperwork." She laughed at that, "Of ten thousand accepted Freshman, two moms said no. And do you know what you got if you said no? Fucking hush money." "Mom!" "Oh yeah, I make a point of not cursing around you, and I've been I've been doing a lot of that, haven't I? I kind of think we can move past such prudish bullshit baby-bear, considering you're going to hear me curse like a motherfucker when my little motherfucker's got his cock back where it belongs." Now it was his turn to laugh at her phrasing at the same time as he could feel still more blood rushing into his throbbing cock. "The moms who said no got twenty thousand dollars in cash, assuming they signed the same confidentiality agreement the rest of us did. You'll sign one too by the end of the weekend. But the moms who stayed got twenty thousand dollars taken off of the thirty thousand dollar tuition. Makes college pretty affordable huh?" Tony nodded vigorously, and in a moment of bravery reached out and put his arms around her. She swooned in his strong arms, her tongue drifted out of her mouth and between her son's lips, before pulling away and once again reverting to the filthy talk that had him so hard in the first place, I'm coming to college with you for for real baby, and your mommy's going to be your girlfriend, just like all these other mommies are going to be their son's girlfriends. I only belong to you know baby. We're in the middle of nowhere and you're the only man I've got in my life now, and I'm yours." She ground herself against her son's thick member with much greater purpose now. She knew she wasn't allowed to put it inside her yet, but she loved the feel of it pressing against her. And if he came in his pants? Well, there was no rule against that. The world was dozens of miles away, but it felt much farther than that. The entire basic structure of society was being altered in this place, and everything in that room felt surreal. Both mom and son felt at that moment like they had left the United States completely. They had eloped together, and nothing was going to pull them apart. "I recall a certain son telling me that having to live with his mother in college was 'bullshit.' Tell me, is it bullshit now? I'm all ears." Tony let out a shuddering moan. "I'll take that as a no." Only then did the mother and son seem to remember the world around them. The room was so dark that all Tony really got was a sense of was motion all around him, like a hive. It was so animalistic and raw that Tony could almost feel himself changing into something more aggressive. He wanted to possess his mother, and the fact that he knew for certain that he would have the ability to do just that made him shiver. Only then did he realize that the video the president had introduced had been playing for quite a while. Tony and his mother had after all taken the darkness as an opportunity, just as every other mother-son couple in the hall had done. But when Tony finally looked at the screen he smiled, and his mother's gaze followed his, twisting around but not leaving his lap. As it turned out, the darkness was meant to be used as an escape, because the only things that were on the screen were static shots of various locations around campus, completely devoid of people. It was all stuff Tony had seen before, thanks to his tour on the one day open to tours last year that he and his mother managed to visit Peakwood. Peakwood was certainly a beautiful campus, all rolling hills resulting in buildings at a variety of altitudes, all impeccably designed and ancient looking. But Tony and Erica already knew all that. But after only a few moments, the shot changed to what Tony and Erica both knew to be the other side of the same fitness center that they now found themselves sitting in, the home of a massive pool double the size of a standard Olympic swimming pool (Peakwood has no affiliation with the NCAA, and therefore the athletic facilities on campus do not have to conform to any kind of standards). Tony's eyes widened as he saw the area jammed with hundreds and hundreds of people, all of them either naked or almost naked. The shot was low, and as the cameraman stood up Tony could see that the shot had begun between two long pool lounge chairs occupied by mature, toned, topless women. Once the camera was no longer an obstacle between them they reached over and gently grabbed on to each other's fat, hard nipples, twisting them, mutually moaning and gasping for breath as they did so. Between their legs Tony could see two male heads moving up and down, side to side, with tiny bikini bottoms pulled far to the side. Both moms glanced back at the camera and lifted their son's faces, shiny with their mother's juices, out of their laps and brought them up to their mouths for a wet, open-mouthed kiss. The cameraman walked forward, as much as Tony didn't want him to. He wanted to watch the middle aged blonde woman, who looked so much in that moment like the beautiful woman sitting in his lap, make out with her young son. He watched in vain as her son exhaled and ran his hand down his mother's smooth, toned stomach, sighing with arousal. Both couples behaved as if they were completely oblivious to the fact that a camera was moving past them, sweeping its lens across their glistening bodies, wet with tanning lotion and sweat. He saw the blonde woman gasp, her eyes momentarily rolling into the back of her head, as her son's fingers found her raw, wet, shaved entrance and sunk deep, without patience and without foreplay. The shot panned upward, following the thick cloud of steam being emitted by the massive jacuzzi next to the pool. In the midst of the cloud was a writhing mass of bodies. Boys were sitting in the practically boiling water, and each and every one of them was being straddled by a sweaty, flushed mom, coated in sweat and condensation and writhing in a virile teen lap. Tony knew they were actually fucking. For all the foreplay and all the talk that had been thrown at him in the last few minutes, this changed things. Now it was in front of him, finally made real. None of the boys nor their mothers seemed embarrassed or sensitive that they were being filmed while committing such a socially unacceptable act. None of them seemed to even notice the camera, and Tony could understand why. Each and every one of the mothers in the tub was beautiful, so much so that Tony wondered whether Peakwood admissions might also screen its admissions based on physical appearance. It was illegal sure, but so was a son fucking his mother. If there was any feature that was common to all of the mothers in the shot, it was the fact that they were all matronly. Their tits were fat, capped by massive areolas, healthy childbearing tits that made young twenty something tits seem dull and lifeless by comparison. Their asses, at least from what Tony could see, were shapely and thick. Some of the women might be considered chubby by real world standards, but none were grossly fat. None repulsed him. And as a lily white woman with firey red hair and intelligent green eyes made eye contact with the camera, he wanted her almost as much as he wanted the woman in his lap, who was unconciously flexing her crotch against his straining erection to the beat of the music in the video. The woman in the video looked flushed and satisfied, and the way her hair was plastered around her face from the steam made her look twenty years younger. She lowered herself as far as she could onto her son's cock, which from where Tony was sitting looked like all the way to the kid's balls, moaning over the orgasmic chorus screaming over the jets of the hot tub and the music filling the whole area. The camera got extra close to her and she leaned back playfully, grabbing one of her massive, wiggling breasts and lifting the hefty thing to her lips, where she took her own nipple between her teeth and then fluttered her tongue all around the rock hard thing. Only then did she finally speak, her authoritative, Australian-accented voice cutting through the din around her, "Hellooooo new freshman. You're all probably still recovering from the shock of, well, all this. My name is Dominique Vale, and this-" She leaned back to give her son some breathing room, her breasts shining in the multitude of light sources converging on the jacuzzi. "-is my son Devin." The kid looked up, twisting his head around with a look of shock, as if he had been so engrossed in his mother that he had been unaware of the approaching camera crew. But he just smiled and nodded at the camera, before grabbing his mom around her hourglass waist and giving her an extra hard underwater thrust. Dominique Vale's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure emanating from her cunt momentarily too much for her. A smile so primal it looked like a snarl crossed her face before she continued, her eyes no longer able to focus on the camera, casting instead somewhere far beyond, "Devin and I will be beginning our senior year by the time you see this video. And..ah...in the three years that we've been at...oh fuck...Peakwood, its changed...ah ah ah...both of us. Hold on...I have to cum on my son's cock!" She put her hands on her son's toned chest and put the rhythm of their already frantic mother-son coupling into overdrive, the water frothing around them, "Ah ah ah fuck me baby fuck me baby fuck me baby!! Fuckin...ah...fuckin...give mommy your cream. Give it to meeeeee!! Ahhh!! Make mommy fucking...cum!! Ahhhh!! MOMMY'S CUMMING!!" As she screamed in pleasure, her hair thrashing, her body convulsing, her massive mommy-melons flopping where they may, Tony realized that every mom in the jacuzzi was in the desperate throes of orgasm. They were all chirping their love for their son's hard cocks, "Shoot it Davey! Shoot it for mommy!" "Cock mommy GOOOODDD!!" Dominique collapsed once more against her son, her head resting on the concrete lip of the jacuzzi. She looked at the camera wearily, the filmmaker apparently having taken a knee to get a good close up. She wheezed slightly as she spoke, "I think...I think that gives you a better picture of Peakwood than any pre-written speech might have. I could talk all of your ears off about how much of an awakening Peakwood has been for me and my son, but you saw that awakening in its rawest form just a moment ago." A statuesque blonde woman with tremendous breasts (in her case likely fake, although the vast majority of the mommy-mammaries Tony could see both in the shot and the room around him looked very real) was rubbing Dominique's shoulders now, trying to get her attention, and the moment she finished speaking Dominique melted into the larger woman's arms, shifting herself off of her son's lap as she dueled her tongues with the other woman. The blonde woman grabbed Dominique's full, meaty ass, and Dominique sprang into her arms with a finese that suggested years of practice. The blonde woman, far from stumbling under the weight of the matronly bombshell in her arms, walked her prize over to her own son, who she had been fucking just moments ago. The young man supported Dominique as she was lowered gently onto his throbbing erection, moaning with the very same pleasure that had peaked within her from her own son's cock. The blonde bounded happily over to Dominique's son and practically jumped on his cock, wasting no time with foreplay. The rest of the jacuzzi too seemed to have switched partners. Tony was stunned. He had never imagined even now, even when the limitations of his imagination had been stretched so far in such a short period of time, that Peakwood would operate in such a sexually free manner. He wondered if his mom knew about the little twist that had just been presented to the newly admitted students and their moms, but when he looked into her face all he could see was lust and a devilish smile staring back at him. She had known all along. So, there wasn't so much as exclusivity at Peakwood. Anyone and everyone was fair game. Tony looked around the hall again, his eyes having adjusted to the dark somewhat, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the darkened figures of hundreds of shapely female forms. Some of the boys had pulled their mother's shirts open, and in a few cases Tony even thought he could see hardened maternal nipples. Every mother in the room was dry humping their son rhythmically, almost robotically. Thousands of horny mommy-pussys were jerking up and back on primed teenaged cock meat. The world of Tony's sexuality had been dramatically altered that morning, but now it had been exponentially multiplied. He could have all the fun of any other single college student anywhere in America, fucking willing, available pussy whenever he could. The only difference that Peakwood afforded was the fact that the pussys he fucked would belong to beautiful, experienced mothers. Mothers who he was sure would have no problem being sexual aggressors, ready to milk him and satisfy him as he reveled in their raw sexuality. Something caught Tony's eye, and when he looked to his right he saw that the mom seated on the lap of the boy next to him was staring right at him as she smothered her own son within her cavernous cleavage. She looked Indian, a fact that was confirmed by her modernly cut sari that was now stretched below her tremendous bust. But she wasn't all Indian. For one thing her eyes seemed blue, or green, Tony couldn't really tell. Her gaze flitted away from him when he looked at her, but it was soon drawn instead to his mother. Erica, meanwhile was losing control of her senses, all her being focused on the lump in her son's shorts and how deliciously it slid along the searing hot groove of her venus. She was sweating now, Tony could see droplets of sweat falling from her face onto her partially exposed, heaving breasts. As much as he wanted to rip her shirt open and feast on the flesh that he knew now belonged to him, he didn't. Something in him wanted to make his mother beg for it. He pushed his cock deeper into the cleft of his mother's cunt and she let out a sharp moan so loud it was practically a scream. He looked back to the Indian woman and saw that her mouth was now hanging open slightly, her eyes on the dark patch she knew to be Tony and Erica's thrusting, rubbing genitals. She looked back to Tony with a look that was unmistakably hunger, before freeing her son's face from her tits and thrashing against the poor boy like a woman newfoundly possessed with a desperation for cock. Erica came out of her reverie long enough to recognize the moment that her son had shared with the beautiful stranger, and when Tony was finally able to tear his eyes away from the couple next to them he saw his mom's clear blue eyes staring at him, a warm smile across her lips. She was moving more slowly now, with greater purpose, dragging her pussy against the full length of her son's erection, feeling the contour of the head and shaft separated from her superheated cunt by only a few very thin layers of fabric. She wanted him. She had wanted him from the moment she had been confidentially told just how Peakwood operated. She had wanted him even more after her husband shrugged off the possibility of his entire family moving across the country without him. He had been fucking around on her for years after all, and she knew it. Knew it but never bothered proving it because she liked the status that came with being married and she loved her son. Now that status no longer mattered, nor did her fat little husband. He could fuck all the pussy he could find in Idaho, which for a man like him was sure to be few and far between as time went on. She had a new man now. "Are you lost in paradise honey?" Tony shook his head with a smile, "There's still a part of me that is expecting to wake up from all this." She shifted more of her weight on him, pressing herself even tighter against her hard-bodied son. "To be honest, me too. I keep thinking that too many things have gone right recently, but in the end its all thanks to this university. I'm ready to embrace this life, that life-" she said, indicating the screen behind her with a nod of her head. Tony looked back to the screen thanks to his mother's words, and instantly lost himself in a haze of incestous eroticism. The shot was still on that beautiful redhead, Dominique, as she rode the thick cock of a random boy in the jacuzzi. She was in the middle of saying something to the camera, trying to keep her voice even, which was not easy thanks to the furious thrusts of the boy below her, "-but fuck it. That's enough of this...ah...little party. I think...oh fuck...its time for a real tour of Peakwood and its...ah...unique culture" She laughed at that as music began to slowly drown out the cock-busting pool scene. Tony recognized the song as Flux Pavilion's "I Can't Stop," a relatively outdated piece of EDM he couldn't stand. He almost chuckled though, knowing it must sound awful to the moms in the hall, who had all been raised by much different kinds of music. The shot faded, before fading back into what Tony and Erica both recognized as Dier Stadium, the center of Peakwood's sports programs. The building was one of the largest on campus and featured a retractable roof. Football players were crashing against each other under the bright stadium lighting. All of Peakwood's sports were self-contained for obvious reasons, and therefore one team was in gold and the other in purple, both of Peakwood's colors. The shot zoomed out to show a jam-packed crowd, not a seat unfilled. The shots then started cutting to the furious beat of the music, interspliced with slow motion. Tony saw that most of the moms in the stadium were topless, or in lingerie. Some moms were on their son's shoulders, their meaty ass cheeks exposed or hidden just behind a g-string, or a bikini thong, or high cut lace panties. There was a long slow motion shot of the cheerleaders, all of them in tank tops cut just below their fat, wiggling breasts. Their cheer routine was far from professional or traditional. Most of their moves were performed on the ground, with their tiny white skirts fluttering as the moms seemed to be trying to fuck the ground, their asses flexing and twitching with the effort. They rolled over and undulated. Their tits shifted up, spilling out of their tops and in some cases the mammaries were so big that they actually hit the women's chins. Peakwood University: Orientation They let their bodies make erotic waves for a few long moments, spreading their arms out across the ground. One mom seemed more eager than the others, allowing her tiny hand to spread gently on the stomach of the mom to her right. Both moms seemed to forget their routine as they stared at each other, visibly breathing hard. And then the shot sped up, and the moms were kissing. The more eager of the two moms ripped the other's tank top completely off, pinching the sexy woman's nipples. At this point the football players simply stopped playing mid-game, running over to the cheerleaders. In fast motion it only took a few seconds for every single boy and mother to strip down to nothing and pair the right pussys with the right cocks. The shot sped up even more, and the mother-son pairs were fucking like rabbits before the shot suddenly cut once more to a slow motion view of the women's faces, screwed up in pleasure, sweat flying off their bodies and rubbing into their sons with the friction of their frantic coupling. Tony could feel his mom press her cunt into his erection and drag it from base to tip with a real sense of purpose. It felt superheated. The shot cut again, and again, and again. One moment showed moms in the stands of the stadium, utterly naked and proud as they thrashed around in their boy's laps, shoving as much cock into them as their pussies would allow for. Kids next to the boys fucking their mothers in most cases didn't even pay attention to the taboo act going on in the seats next to them; apparently public motherfucking was commonplace at Peakwood even at sporting events. The next shot showed a dorm hall in the throes of a raging party, moms milling around their sons, grinding on them, grabbing other boys cocks. The next shot was an orgy at the gym. The next shot looked like some kind of sexual training class in a cavernous classroom. The next shot just seemed to show flesh. The shots were getting faster and faster before the song's beat cut out, and a new one faded in. The scene changed, and was now clearly a handheld shot running around fraternity row. The houses were the old, extravagant style traditionally associated with "frat" houses. Music pumped from all of them and Tony could hear excited squeals coming from back yards. But it wasn't only back yards, a few of the parties had spilled onto the long elegant lawns perfectly maintained by the university. Guys were playing beer pong, or rather some variation of it. One either side of the table were their moms, both heavyset women who reminded Tony of every matronly Sunday school teacher he had had growing up. They weren't fat per say, they were just...filled in in the right places. They were gorgeous to Tony, and he was sure it was more than just their thickness. His eyes were drawn to the woman standing closest to the camera. She had long black hair, which was swung behind her head to cascade down to her ass, covered only by shiny red thong bikini bottoms. Her legs were long and smooth, their width accentuating her hourglass figure sweeping up her toned stomach, dominated by naked fat orbs of breastflesh that Tony quickly realized were in motion. He had been so lost in observing her form that he had forgotten the game in progress until a ping pong ball hit the top of her tit before bouncing gently into the cups below. The boy's opponent reluctantly bounced the ball back. The winning kid then arced another shot at his opponent's mother's nipple, already hard and pointed, the milk glands clearly exposed, and the ball perfectly connected with the point of the matronly nipple before bouncing into the cups below. The shooter and his mother started celebrating, jumping for joy. The loser smirked at the winners as he spread his fingers between the cups spread out on the table and picked up all five of the remaining cups on the table. Tony's assumption that they had been working with actual beer as the kid dumped the contents of all five cups onto his mother. The matronly beauty smiled at the camera, Tony realizing that she had to be at least half Asian, as she shook her breasts wildly. She shook flecks of oil off of her ass as she bounced her thick, meaty cheeks at least a few inches in the air with each bounce. "I thought it was beer! But that's a better reward than just a little beer, right?" Tony couldn't look at his mom, he could only see the ass bouncing on the screen. He shuddered when his mom licked his neck slowly, sweetly, but still didn't look away. She was rubbing his cock with her pussy with that same deep, forceful rhythm. He was going to cum. She knew it, just as the rest of the moms in the hall knew their boys were about to squirt a salute to their mothers for coming along and joining them for their college years. Thousands and thousands of fathers had been left at home, and very few of them really bothered to care. Thousands and thousands of marriages were withering and dying, thousands and thousands of mothers had been looking to break out of lives that they felt were too small for them and find a life (and cock) that were meant for them. Men decline in their 40s, Tony knew that. They get old and tired. Women flourish in their 40s, and the only people who can keep up with them are young men in the peak of their sexual prime. What better way to satisfy both then simply coming together, submitting to their most basic desires free from the strange force of misguided societal norms? Both Tony and Erica knew that they would be rutting like animals the second they were allowed to. Tony never wanted to stop doing it. As the first of the boys began to cum, Tony turned to follow the sound. If was like watching a giant building full of birds, all cawing in a random pattern defined only by fate. Tony saw eyes rolling back, tongues hanging out, moms bending their necks to trap their baby's tongues between their own luscious lips. The sound in the hall rose to a groaning din, complete with a few high-pitched orgasmic screeches from mothers whose sons had already decided to let their fingers go exploring. The sound, the heat, his mom's nipples licking his chest through only two thin layers of fabric, and the movie of course. The shot had changed once again to what Tony assumed was the inside of one of the frat houses, based on the Greek symbols painted on every wall. The massive living room was dark, except for the intense glow of dozens and dozens of women painted in body paint glowing under huge black lights mounted on the ceiling, revealing naked or mostly naked forms. The crowding in the room could best be described as something that might be seen at a rave. Bodies were pressed against other bodies, squirming furiously. Mothers were kissing other mothers, eyeing the camera with smirks, licking each other's glowing breasts, leaping into each other's arms and grinding together like animals. Cocks were being slipped out of shorts and into pussies. Every single person was sweating, and in such a confined space the combined body heat and pheromones gave off a kind of fog, making the environment seem even more jungle-like. The camera plunged into the crowd and for a moment all that could be seen was arms and blackness. And then the crowd opened up to reveal a circle of larger boys creating an empty space in the middle. And there, in that space no more than eight feet wide, were six boys and two moms pressed together in the squirming mass that is multiple penetration. One of the mothers Tony recognized as the mommy from the jacuzzi, Dominique. She was painted in broad red stripes, and her face was done up in green and made to glow in the pattern of a Mexican Dia de los Muertos mask. The other mother was all in gold, and was thicker than Dominique, with an old fashioned hairdo being rubbed to oblivion against the floor from the friction of the rutting boys. Both women were stuffed with three cocks a piece: mouth, pussy and ass. Tony could scarcely hear their moans over the thump of the music, but the looks in their eyes were enough. They were wide and unseeing, utterly consumed by the pleasure they were receiving. And the boys were thrusting harder than Tony had ever imagined was possible, much harder. Tony's own sexual experiences before the sexual panoply that had been presented to him in the past few hours had been minimal. He had fooled around with one girl, a girl from school named Kelly who had also been a virgin and had changed her mind halfway through. The women on the screen certainly didn't look like they were going to change their minds though. They seemed desperate in a way that made his own mom's slutty short grinds against his genitals seem like a sign of a much greater obsession for cock held within. The women's heads were shaking, trying to shove any more cock they could get down their throats, the boy's gargantuan members were so massive that they seemed to just not be able to bottom out, even though Tony could tell there had to be at least eight inches of cock already shoved down their respective throats. Dominique did manage to reach up with one hand to play with her son's balls, surprisingly gently actually, considering how much she was being shaken by the force of the other two boy's thrusts. Tony could tell she was cumming when her tits started flopping all around with her spasms, sending flecks of multicolored body paint into the cheering crowd of naked mother and aroused boys. The other mother seemed to feed off of Dominique's orgasm as she too came, this in turn triggering the boy's orgasms simultaneously as they pulled out to shoot their jism all over the matronly beauty. At that moment she did manage to scream over the din of the house around her, perhaps for no better reason that she had lost her mind in lust. "Shoot it boooooyyyyyss!! Give mommmaaaa your cummm!!" She fingered herself vigorously, prolonging the rapturous pleasure of her orgasm. Cum fired into her face, and on her tits. She shuddered with how much she loved it. It was that moment which finally broke Tony's defenses. For his experience level, he had lasted for an exceptionally long time. He had been so horny from the moment Archibald Concerro announced that he would be fucking his own beautiful mother, he was amazed he had lasted as long as he had. He had seen all these mothers gloriously thriving at Peakwood, but through all of it he had imagined his own mother in their positions. From all he had learned about Erica Evans in the past few hours, he knew that she would love it. She would love to be a public slut for him. It was all too much for him in the end, he sprayed his shorts with more cock-cream than he knew he was capable of making. He remembered moaning, but he realized he was the only one who was screaming long after he was able to help himself "MOOOOOOOMMMM... MMMMYYYYYYY!!" Peakwood University was the best thing that ever happened to Tony and Erica Evans. They couldn't wait to fuck.