16 comments/ 48478 views/ 68 favorites Peakwood University: Senior Mentor By: LondonBurbank Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story started in "Peakwood University: Orientation." It is part of an ongoing series about a university that admits male students and their mothers, and makes mother-son incest a centerpiece of college life. In the first installment, Tony Evans agreed to attend Peakwood along with his mother Erica. On freshman welcome day the new students were informed they would be fucking their mothers, a fact which the moms already secretly knew. They were then played a video designed to showcase campus life as the moms dry-humped their sons to orgasm. Tony passed out when he came. This installment begins just after that. ***** Tony's introduction to the world of Peakwood University had been abrupt, furiously abrupt in fact. In many ways it had overwhelmed him. Therefore, it did not surprise Erica when her son passed out after ejaculating in his shorts. She, formerly his prudish, conservative mother, had after all spent a good twenty minutes rubbing her pussy against his thick, uncut meat, wishing they were naked and alone and he could just put it inside of her. It didn't even matter if they were alone, she had been ready to grab her son's cock out of his shorts and let it sink to heaven right then and there in the gym, even though it was technically against the rules. But she hadn't, because she knew that by anticipating the smooth pocket between her legs for just a little bit longer, Tony would be that much more of a virile, aggressive lover. And that was what she wanted from her big-dicked baby boy. Erica had slipped out of the gym without having to explain where she was going to Tony, as many of the other mothers had to do for their sons who were still conscious. Thousands of mothers promised their sons greater things to come, and began making their way through the narrow aisles. Erica did see a few of them, the ones wearing skirts, take off their panties and give them to their sons. What a wicked idea, she thought. She daintily brought her hands underneath her own relatively short skirt, which did the trick of exposing the baby-smooth legs of a woman half her age all the way up to the mid thigh, and slid her tiny blue thong panties down her legs, soaked through from her still free-flowing juices. Tony woke to a rich smell in his nose, and realized that his vision was obscured by something blue. He reached up to his face and felt soft, soggy lace meet his fingers. He pulled his mother's panties off his head and stared at them, dumbstruck. For a moment he had felt as if it had all been a dream. There was no Peakwood University, his mom didn't want to fuck him. But then he brought the crotch of the panties to his nose and molded them over his face, inhaling the rich, complex odors of his own mother's sex. He was jerked out of his reverie by a voice, "Dude!" Tony was thrown back into the context of his surroundings. He looked in the direction of the voice and realized that it belonged to the kid who had been sitting next to him. Tony remembered the kid's mom more than he did the kid himself, an Indian goddess who had shot him a few very sexy looks in the dark of the gym, but the kid looked nice enough. He was smiling sheepishly as he held his own mother's lacy panties, "What?" "Jesus boy, how hard did you cum?" Tony felt like his body was delayed a half-second behind his brain. He wished they hadn't turned the lights on again, but there they were, blazing down on him from hundreds of feet above. He took a second to look around, noticing only then that every mother had left the hall. Boys were nervously chattering with one another, but even the Peakwood volunteers and employees seemed to have left the hall. Tony didn't know this, but the Peakwood staff had all left during the movie. They had wanted to give the freshman class and their mothers some privacy. The screen at the front of the room was still on though, an animated Peakwood University logo slowly spinning. Tony turned back to the kid next to him, and decided to be honest. "I...fuckin...saw stars." The kid laughed. "I hear you man. I swear to god my mom can move her hips so goddamn fast I'm pretty sure it counts as making her pussy vibrate. I came like a fucking fire hydrant." Tony sat up straighter in his chair, "So what, is happening now?" "I think all of our moms just told us to wait. They said that something was about to happen." And then the lights cut out yet again. The boys knew better than to question it. And then they saw the lights embedded in the floor flair up, illuminating row after row of chairs kind of like an airplane's emergency exit lights. The doors on the side facing away from the main entrance opened, and daylight flooded in to the massive gym. It was so unexpected to Tony that the gym was that well equipped that he couldn't help but jump slightly. Tony wondered whether this was the start to a new phase of the orientation procedure, and he couldn't help but get a little excited. His cock stirred in his pants. But the little lights, alternating green, gold, and red, illuminated the path from where Tony was sitting all the way out of the building. Tony stood and followed his neighbor, another boy eagerly trailing behind him. He looked from row to row, every boy embarrassed by the long tent that was leading their pants out of the gym. As Tony emerged from the gym, it took a long moment for his eyes to adjust to the blinding California sunlight, but when they did he couldn't help but take a moment to admire Peakwood's gorgeous campus, having not seen it in person for almost six months. The buildings were all old, designed in classical style that reminded him of Spanish mission architecture. He remembered reading somewhere in Peakwood's extensive recruiting materials that the buildings had been built during the mid-19th century, and although they had been extensively remodeled since, the basic foundations still stood. Many of them were broad and short, but a few still managed to tower over seven stories or so. He knew the tallest building was Meaten Hall, Peakwood's freshman dorm. It was well known that the freshman were the only class at Peakwood to be entirely contained within a single building. Tony had liked the idea of finding friends among the other fresh-faced freshman, but following the events in the gym he liked the idea of having hundreds of peers embarking on a journey of incestous romance and discovery even more. But it was the steep stairway leading from the gym down to the campus itself was what really attracted his attention. There was no variation in how the hundreds and hundreds of moms lining the sides of the stairwell were dressed. Each and every one of them was wearing either a black or a white baby doll nightgown. Some part of Tony's mind registered that such skimpy clothing should be freezing in the crisp coastal wind, but the moms didn't seem to mind. There was a weirdly slow electronic song playing over an unseen loudspeaker and the moms, while not dancing, were allowing their hips to gyrate slightly as little gusts of wind blew their hair into their faces, which just made them sexier in Tony's mind. Boys were awkwardly moving towards the line of smiling women like they were lost in a dream. Tony was satisfied in knowing that he was far from the only boy who viewed what had been happening as unreal and dreamlike. Random moms would step out of the line and a mom take the hand of the boy of their choosing. For just a moment Tony was scared that maybe none of these moms would pick him when he felt a hand on his shoulder. The eyes that greeted him when he turned were a dark brown. The mom who had approached him seemed to stand at least a few inches above his own five foot seven frame, but then he noticed that she was standing on massive stilletos. But even without them she was easily his height, that much he could tell. Her hair was cut short, he thought he remembered the term for the hairdo was a "pixie" cut, and it was a rich red. Tony had always been attracted to redheads, something about the bold color had always been enough to get Tony excited. She was undoubtedly in her early 40s, and while her age certainly showed, she wore it proudly and sexily. Her face showed no wrinkles, but still seemed to carry her life experience in it. She looked like men had always been pursuing her and she was used to rejecting them, which she undoubtedly had had to do hundreds of times in her life. She looked intelligent, defiant, and with a personality so strong that it radiated even from the passive, placid expression that was fixed on him now. And she hadn't said so much as a word. "Hi." He managed to stutter out a "hi" in return. "My name is Rose Deangelo, and I'm the mom of a senior here at Peakwood. I'll be your guide and mentor for your entire freshman year here at the university, just so you don't feel lost." She was wearing a white babydoll, and underneath it tony could see she was wearing a jet black corset. It made her that much more imposing, tall and rail thin, but her breasts told a different story. From the way they were rebelling against the top of the corset, the alabaster flesh desperately searching for freedom from their self-imposed confines, Tony could tell that the corset might simply be doing its job. There was no way she could be that skinny and still manage to have tits bigger than his mothers, far too big for any widely retailed bra size. There was no way, was there? "Where...where is your son?" "Upperclassmen are never on campus for freshman move-in week. I'm sure you were jarred by what just happened in there. It would be even more jarring if you had to worry about classes and dealing with campus life. Peakwood gives freshman the chance to get settled before actually getting into full swing, and the senior moms are here to help with that." "...but" "Oh honey, you don't need to beat around the bush. You see me wearing something like this and I'm guessing you're already wondering when you're going to get this pussy. I have bad news for you kid. That video they show incoming freshman doesn't really give a good picture as to the way uh...social hierarchy, let's say...works here." "What do you mean?" "Plenty of time for that. Aren't you forgetting something?" "What?" "When people meet each other, they usually introduce themselves." "Oh, sorry. I'm...Tony Evans." "Nice to meet you Tony Evans." "Where...is my mom?" Rose smiled. "All the freshman moms ran off to your dorm. That's why I'm here, to help show you to her. But she needs a little time to get ready, so we can take our time around campus. Follow me!" Tony did, in a daze, careful to not let his big thumping footfalls miss a step and send him tumbling to the bottom of the staircase with a broken neck. He watched as more and more boys paired off with the upperclassmen mothers. He could tell that some of the boys had had their heads scrambled by the events in the gym more than others. Many were following suit with him and Rose, making their way down the steps. Tony looked back to his...how had she referred to herself again...mentor. Even though her ass was twitching as it walked down the stairs, his eyes were drawn to the curves of her neck and the slopes of her shoulders. He sighed wistfully for a moment before he realized he needed to snap out of it. He looked back to her ass, one cheek practically eating the other with each alternating step. That was what had held his attention all day. Plump asses. Mommy asses. The asses of women who had seen the world and given birth that made the asses of girls his own age seem boring. But then Rose turned slightly and he saw the line of her chin. Everything about how she was...put together seemed to transcend his own notions about his own standards of what made a woman beautiful. He forgot where he was, before Rose stopped abruptly in front of two double doors and he almost walked into her. "Easy there hot shot! Wandering eyes? I don't blame you I guess, but you gotta get it under control. Believe me, your mom needs what you've got to give way more than I do." Tony just blushed as Rose reached into her gown and pulled a plastic card out of her little bra. She pressed it firmly into a slot next to the door and the door itself beeped, Tony instinctually pulling it open. Rose entered, adding "ooh, quite the little gentleman I've got here huh?" Tony might have nodded, or he might have just gawked, he couldn't be sure. He followed her in. The room was cavernous, and completely empty. There was a roaring fire in one corner, which Tony thought a bit odd considering it was August in California, but he was well past believing his own instincts and assumptions when they had been proven wrong so many times in the span of about an hour. Rose made her way over to one of the tremendous couches near the fireplace. Tony didn't follow suit instantly, all he could hear was a dull ringing in his ears. All it took from her was a broad motion with her hand, guiding him to her, for him to make his way to the couch. The couch itself was oversized, and looked really more like a hybrid between a bed and a proper couch. Tony ran one of his fingers against the material and he felt nothing but velvet. As he sat down a few feet away from Rose he watched as she reached over the side of the couch and seemed to be fumbling with something. "So, what is this building?" Rose emerged with what Tony recognized as a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and a wine opener, another motion and she emerged once again with two glasses. She dug the opener into the cork before responding, "Officially? This building is called Dremer Hall. What exactly do you want to major in hun?" "I uh...don't know yet." She smiled, "That's good. You never want to go to your first year of college already knowing what you want to do. That's all the more important at a place like Peakwood, that, well, prides itself on having different variations on traditional majors. This building is shared by the engineering department and the mammaries department." "Mammaries department?" "Well it certainly sounds better than the 'mom's tits' department." She poured a glass for both of them, and handed him a glass. He sipped it gingerly, surprised at how good it tasted. Rose picked up her own glass and reclined in her seat. She closed her eyes for a long moment, and Tony watched the slow rise and fall of her bustline. "Why are we alone here?" "Because who is going to come to the boring classroom building on the first day of college? Plus I work as a TA here, so I'm one of only a few people who has year-round access to the building. I figured you needed a break." "A break from?" "Being overwhelmed, overloaded with your new experiences. When my son started here he loved it of course, but he overdid it. He strained muscles hun; he had to stay in bed for a week." "Wow." She paused for a long moment. Tony couldn't help but admire the gentle curve of her figure. He looked at her face, the perfect symmetry of her features. He was attracted to her, that couldn't be helped. He felt like he was being teased. "Before you try to mount me like an animal, I should tell you a little bit about how things are done here." He looked back at his glass of wine sheepishly, feeling as if she had admonished him. "Okay." She scooted a little closer to him and bent her head down, meeting his gaze as he once again looked into her eyes. "It is true that boys fuck other boy's moms at this university. But this university does not completely throw the idea of exclusivity out the window. That would be insane. The bond between a mother and a son, when it is transformed into a sexual bond, is one of the strongest things in the world. Some boys become fiercely possessive of their mothers and some mothers become fiercely possessive of their sons, and that's alright. Some people just don't want to share, and some do. I myself am exclusive with my son, and I'm sorry if hearing that disappoints you." As much as Tony didn't want to admit it, it did disappoint him. He tried his best not to let it show in his face though, but Rose saw right through that, "Don't look too down Tony. Even exclusivity at Peakwood is not like exclusivity in the real world." Tony couldn't help but snort in laughter at that. Rose giggled too. "I know calling the world outside of Peakwood 'the real world' sounds silly, but believe me that after years of living here, that's how it feels. My son and I only leave campus roughly once a month, to have a fancy dinner or something like that. Peakwood is my world, and now its yours too." She raised her glass and Tony mimicked her before taking a sip of wine as she took a deep gulp. "Anyway, exclusivity at Peakwood only applies to the relationships between boys and their moms. Moms are allowed to fuck each other whenever they want, that's up to us." Tony felt his breath leave him like he had just been punched in the stomach. "You're a lesbian?" She smirked at him, reaching up to pull a stray bit of hair out of her eyes and tuck it behind her ear. "I wasn't. Not before Peakwood. But does it really surprise you to learn that I am? Well, I guess since you're right out of high school, you might not be too sexually active, and you haven't spent any time in clubs or at parties of the caliber that we throw here. You probably have never seen two of your straight female friends make out, but I promise you hun, it happens all the time. Most straight girls will never go to the extent of actually fucking one of their female friends, but they'll sure as shit fantasize about it." Her eyes lit up as she shifted closer to him on the couch. "The difference between these ordinary girls and Peakwood moms is that Peakwood is practically a nudist colony hun. The sexual charge on campus is so intense you can almost feel it physically. Most of it is spent on our sons, fucking their cocks and learning to be better mommy-sluts for them. But we're drawn to the beautiful women around us who are on the same journey we are. All of us. I've never seen a mom come to Peakwood and not be licking cunt by the end of the first month, hell, the first week now that I think about it. And I've never seen a son not be okay with that, and I'm guessing you're no different?" When Tony didn't respond, her smirk widened. "That's what I thought. And I'm glad to hear it, because to be honest with you hun your mom is pretty fucking yummy. I want to fuck her as much as you do. But it would be bad manners for me to interfere as you two get to know each other. But I was wondering-" Tony couldn't help but cut her off. He had been wondering ever since she mentioned it, and his interest had finally overcome his politeness, "But what about the moms who were being fucked by like, six guys?" "What, in the video?" She looked mildly annoyed that he had cut her off. "Yeah." "Well, what do you think it was? Some boys are comfortable enough to let their mothers be public sluts. Some frats, like the one shown in the video I believe, require it for admission, but not all of them. Some are mom-son couples minoring in sexual domination, with a dom-son ordering his sub-mom to fuck strangers, even though nobody is really a stranger on this campus. If your mom gives you permission to fuck any of those sluts, there are at least four hundred on campus on any given day. You get the picture here? The relationships at Peakwood are as exclusive as sons and moms agree for them to be. Any true cheating, in which sex occurs outside of the consent of a mom-son couple, is punished severely. But that's rare, because Peakwood brings out the filthy whore in every Peakwood mom. We're satisfied with what we have, and only invite more when it is agreed upon." Peakwood University: Senior Mentor Tony remained silent. "You've been awfully quiet." Tony realized that he had, and decided simply to speak his mind, "I understand what you're saying, its just all so new to me. I haven't even had, sex with my mom yet." Saying that felt so strange, "sex with my mom." But it was an inevitability. Rose changed the subject, just to fill the silence that followed Tony's statement, "Did you like the video?" Tony nodded. "I remember the day they filmed that. They never panned the camera to the pool area, but that's within sight of the library. That day I was doing my tanning project, or rather I was participating in SED 135: Public Display's study of the effect of tanning mothers on the libido's of young men. Me, along with forty nine other mothers, were lying on our backs next to the pool. I was wearing my favorite pair of bikini bottoms, cut old school, right up the thigh like this" She pulled up her babydoll to indicate that her pair of black sheer panties was cut at the same height. Tony could see that she didn't have a single bit of extra fat on her, nothing but a smooth washboard stomach disappearing into the smooth curve of her venus, her pussy outlined against her panties, a well-trimmed triangle of pubic hair visible against the thin panties. She let the gown fall back down. "We always alternated between wearing a top or not wearing a top from day to day. To be honest with you, I preferred the days when we did wear a top, because I could wear my string bikini." "What's a string bikini?" "Oh honey, you have a lot to learn. A string bikini is a single piece of fabric starting from, well, down here" She pushed her gown between her legs and rested a hand on her hidden treasure for a long moment, staring at him, pausing only to flick a little bit of hair out of her eyes with an effortless flick of her neck. "And then it splits into strings, which come up my body and cross over these. Nothing really holds my breasts back, but the look it creates is, well my son called it 'cock-busting.'" Tony was lost in her story in the best kind of way. "My husband used to scream at me when I would buy those kinds of bikinis. He would call be a filthy whore." She looked disgusted at the memory, but then smiled knowingly, "Its ironic that I've been called just that so many times while I've been here. I've screamed to my son to call me that as I'm spreadeagled on his bed being taught by his cock what a real man can and should be. I've referred to myself as that while I've entertained myself in the library while my son is studying, sitting in the Sucking Station." "Sucking Station?" "I'll just let that be a happy surprise." She trailed off, her eyes looking around the room as if she was suddenly a bit nervous. Tony decided once again to speak up. "I cut you off earlier. You had said that you didn't want to fuck my mom before I did, and you were about to ask me something. What was it?" She was looking into the fire, Tony realizing that the logs in the fireplace had been popping noisily the entire time they had been talking. Rose shifted in her seat, spreading her right arm out on the top of the couch and resting some of her weight against it. She sighed slowly and took another drink of wine. She seemed even more nervous. "I was, wondering, if I could watch?" A feminine voice just above him almost made Tony jump out of his seat, "I wouldn't mind, Rose." Tony looked up at his mom standing over him, in awe of her. "Mom, mom, I-" She reached one of her long arms up to his lips and put a single finger over his mouth to quiet him. She walked around to the front of the couch. His mom had changed into a strapless blue push-up bra and a matching pair of high cut panties. As she walked around he couldn't help but admire her ass cheeks as they stuck out, swaying invitingly with each step. She looked like a stripper, that was at least the first word that came to mind. But she didn't look trashy. She looked...free. Over the past few years he had seen his mom bogged down by the stresses of life, and of Tony's asshole father. Now she looked liberated, and at least ten years younger. She stood in front of him and slowly walked to him, seducing him with her exposed curves. Her breasts were straining against her bra, and they looked like they yearned for freedom. Her beautiful blonde hair was swept over them. She stepped closer to him, walking in between his open legs and eying his obviously tenting erection with hunger. She looked at him and addressed him for the first time, "Did you like our special time in the gym baby?" Tony nodded, "Yes." "Did you like feeling my pussy, this pussy," She stuck her pelvis out slightly, running her fingers over her barely covered snatch, "against that big cock?" "I did." "Do you want more?" "I want it so much mom." "Well then, I think I know something I want to get my hands on." She fell to her knees, crawling to him, her eyes never leaving his. She grabbed his shorts with both hands, and pulled the elastic waistband down with one motion. His cock hit the warm air, and his mother gasped as she stared at it, before looking back to him, "C-can I t-touch it?" Tony didn't understand why his mom had bothered to ask, when the answer to her question was so obvious. "Please. Please do." She gripped his shaft so lightly that he could barely feel it. He felt his cock twitch in her hands like it had just been electrocuted. Her hands were so soft, so warm, and she knew just how to handle him. Tony looked back to Rose, guiltily taking pride in the fact that she too seemed to be staring, enraptured, at his cock. Her hand was absentmindedly rubbing the top of her chest, seemingly making a conscious effort to not touch her own breasts. That would seem too eager after all. Tony's mom spoke more confidently than before, "May I please suck this cock sir?' Rose let out an audible moan at that, and Tony looked over to her to see that she was in a state of sexual desperation. But she wasn't looking at Tony, she was looking at Erica. Tony almost felt sympathy for her, and got her attention with a look, before nodding in the direction of his mother. Rose looked at him with an expression that seemed to ask "are you sure?" Tony nodded. Tony didn't think his mother was a lesbian, but then again Tony had really never considered the parameters of Erica's sexuality before coming to Peakwood. He wanted to test her, he couldn't help it. Rose stood up and made her way behind his mother. She fell to her knees next to Erica, putting her hand on Erica's cheek and turned her head away from Tony's member. The mothers looked at eachother for a long moment, before Erica slipped her tongue out of her mouth gently. Tony was stunned. His mother had made the first move. Little did Tony realize that he had a lot to learn from the sexy, matronly beauties kneeling before him. Rose found the venturing tongue with her own mouth and for a minute the women just kissed, their tongues wrestling for supremacy. Erica's eyes were closed, but still managed to flutter every few seconds. Rose was the more experienced of the two, and thus had more control over the situation. Finally she was the one to break the kiss, a trail of spit linking them together for a moment before it too broke. She looked to Tony and stood without a word, walking a few steps away. She pulled the babydoll over her head. She was then framed against the firelight. She unsinched the corset with a few quick motions, and then it fell to the floor in two pieces. Tony realized that his mother was looking at the display with the same hunger that he was. She was watching Rose's swaying breasts and licking her lips. Tony knew that Rose was stripping for Erica's benefit, and he allowed his mother to drool over the sexy woman for a few long moments. But he couldn't help but sense the slight wickedness in Rose's eagerness to get naked in front of a boy she was not allowed to fuck, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. It was, counterproductive to the situation at hand. Rose fell to her knees next to Erica, "Go ahead Tony. Be a good boy and let your mother have what she wants." His mom, who had been staring at his cock for the past few seconds, looked into his eyes with a deep look of need. "Please? Please let me?" She spoke in no more than a whisper. She sounded desperate, truly desperate. There was no teasing in her tone, and Tony could only nod. "No. I want to hear you say it. I have to hear you say it." "Suck it." "Suck what?" "My cock! Suck my fucking cock!" She gripped it a little tighter, and then brought it slowly to her lips. Her glistening tongue worked its way out, sliding all over his cockhead. And then the teasing was through, she was far too desperate. In one motion she plunged her head down on his cock, devouring everything she could, which was just about three fourths of it. He felt himself sliding down the back of her throat as her tongue flailed all it could in the small amount of room left on the base of her mouth. She never broke eye contact with him as she dragged her head slowly back up his shaft, his cock glistening with her saliva. She let out a little gag; she was trying to suppress it as much as she could and could almost feel herself losing the battle. Her son's cock was not superhuman, but it dwarfed her husband's. It was the kind of cock that seemed to exude male virility, and it belonged to her son. Her own flesh and blood. In the real world, she was never supposed to revel in such sick pleasure. She was supposed to be satisfied when her son found a nice girl and made her a few grandchildren. Erica felt gleefully selfish knowing that she had decided to take that "nice girl's" place. She hadn't even thought of allowing her son to get her pregnant until that moment. Deep down, the idea intrigued her. She looked into her son's eyes and wanted nothing more than to bob faster, to feel her son stiffening still further in her mouth. This he did without effort, his mom's mouth so goddamn warm and she clearly had had plenty of experience in sucking cock. She went at it like a woman who was desperate to prove that she could still please a man, but she had nothing to prove. But still she sucked, her hair bobbing and her breasts heaving as she forced air through her nose. She was in no mood to come up for air as she feasted on her son's member. Tony could not help but buck slightly in his seat from the tremendous pleasure. He looked out one of the windows, easily twenty to twenty-five feet away. He saw a few moms with their boys just outside. Each couple was intertwined, humping softly. He couldn't tell whether they were fucking or not, but as his mom began to hum softly around his dick it didn't matter. It didn't matter that he was sharing this school with thousands of other boys. As he put his hands behind his moms head and began to shove his pole as deep as it would go, fucking her face, he felt ready for college with his mom. His mom backed up off of his dick, "May I take my bra off sir?" Tony suddenly felt that he needed to be forceful. He wasn't sure what came over him, but he was suddenly comfortable in his role as sexual aggressor, "No you may not." Tony reached behind his mom and snapped the strapless bra off in one motion. His mom thrust her tits out, and for a moment Tony was simply in awe of them. Her nipples were pointed out like little diamonds, invitingly pink and fresh. Her areola were big to be certain, but they weren't nearly as big as he might have expected. The effect made her look younger, given that there was that much more creamy, alabaster skin on her chest and stomach, yearning to be explored. She looked at him with eyes that seemed to be asking what in the hell he was waiting for. His hands took hold of the creamy flesh in a flash. He squeezed and kneaded the giving, motherly breast, his mom trying to push more into his hands. She wanted to give all of herself to him. She couldn't help it, she reached down and pulled down her panties in one motion. She half-expected her son to be too overwhelmed by the site of her fat, well-shaved pussy, which was already dripping with anticipation and need. She had underestimated him, "What the fuck mother!? Have I given you my permission to expose yourself to me?" Erica shrunk back for a moment, her hands moving to cover her exposed venus. Maybe she had read the entire situation wrong. But instead of disgust Tony grabbed his mother's hand and pulled her to her feet with more force than she would have ever given him credit for. With one effortless motion he brought her face down in his lap. "Do you agree that you need to be punished?" Erica was amazed at the sudden submissive-dominant turn the encounter had taken, but she was not repelled by it. She knew that her son was right. She had assumed her new role as her son's academic partner and sexual guide, and still allowed selfishness to get the better of her. Peakwood University was not about her after all, not ultimately. She just earned the benefit of a healthy sex life. A frequent sex life. A filthy sex life. And she had jepordized that just to get off a few minutes early. She deserved a punishment, as harsh as her son decided to administer, and she told him so. "Does mommy want to be spanked?" He was rubbing his hand on her lower back, then her upper thighs, back to her lower back. He was intentionally avoiding her ass, and it in turn was quivering with a mixture of arousal and fear. Erica could feel her pussy lips resting against her son's leg, and she wanted nothing more than to grind against him, anything to stimulate a pussy that now felt vacant and incomplete. But she resisted, and played her son's game. "Yes sir, mommy needs a spanking very badly. Mommy has forgotten her place. Mommy was not the obedient cumdrinker she needs to be, and she must be corrected for it." She could feel her son's cock twitch at her filthy words, its tremendous length digging into her stomach. She was breathing in short, ragged gasps. She was sweating now, partially from the heat of the fire and partially from the excitement of the situation. She glanced to the side where Rose had withdrawn a few feet and was now sitting and guzzling her wine as she teased her glistening sex and watched the mother and son couple through hooded eyes glazed over with lust. Half of her rich red hair was hiding her broad face. Her silvery green gaze was piercing in its intensity and desire. She was jerked out of her reverie as she felt her son's hand connect with her ass. She twitched slightly and watched Rose's mouth split into a toothy grin as her hand worked her clit that much harder. She put down the wine and shoved a few fingers from the other hand deep inside her as she continued to play with her clit. She knew the next step without being asked, "Thank you sir, may I have another?" And so another came. This process repeated itself roughly ten times. By the end of her ordeal her ass was raw and red and her son had started to sweat right along with her. Their bodies were dripping and slippery, Erica lazily watching as beads of moisture slid down the curves of her breasts, reached the nipples and fell on the floor. She was feeling faint, and breathing in little gasps. But her mind was on fire, lost in some glorious place where pain and pleasure were the same thing. That was when Rose spoke, "Haven't you done enough?" "Tony looked over at her, Rose couldn't help but shake her breasts gently as she spoke. "What was that?" "There's a certain point where you're just teasing a woman to death. I remember how much I wanted to fuck my son during the Peakwood freshman orientation. Stick a finger in her pussy for me, please. Feel how wet she is." Tony gently pulled his hand off his mother's ass and grouped three fingers together just above her pussy lips. His mom made eye contact with him and he could swear for a moment that she whimpered. She needed it. She was squirming her hips against him and he could hear her breathing quicken almost to a frantic pace. He added a fourth finger to the group in his hand, and plunged them all in at once. He had expected her to to be tight, to block his fingers assault into her, like a teenager. But she seemed to adapt to him, her pussy caressing him gently and caressing his fingers as they were introduced. Tony was naturally surprised, and he looked at Rose. Rose seemed to know what he was feeling, and spread her legs wider as she responded, all five of her fingers shoved in her own pussy, "Not as tight as you thought baby? That's cause that's mommy-pussy you're feeling. That's pussy that knows how to work your dick, and work it hard. It let you in so easily didn't it? Now what's it doing?" At first Tony had no idea what she meant by this, but then he felt his own mother's pussy walls contract around his hand, smothering it. He hadn't even realized that his mother had been screaming the moment he had plunged his fingers in, and was now whining in need as her pussy grabbed his hand like it needed it. Tony's cock was so hard he was seriously afraid of cumming in his pants. His control snapped, "Do you want to fuck my cock mommy?" His mom's eyes were vacant, but her response was clear enough, "I have to have your cock in my pussy. My pussy was made for your cock baby. You came from there and you've earned it back baby. It was always yours. I've wanted your cock since you started getting hard for me walking around the house. I've watched you hide your boners and I've been so disappointed because I wanted to see your huge fucking cock. I wanted to dream of it, sliding inside me. I've dreamed of you growing old enough to own me, to let me be your wife. To care for you with my mind, soul, and now my body. Make me your mommy-slut. I want to be your horny mommy-slut while you go to school. Get that dick in your mommy and make mommy your girlfriend." She threw herself on the floor and spread her legs wide, Tony followed her. He momentarily forgot about the power he had imagined that he had held. He was ready to simply fuck what he had dreamed of for years. The pussy he had always seen outlined in the tight shorts his mom wore in the summer was now bare and glistening before him, and he crawled between her legs, aiming his cock at its inviting glisten. When son penetrated mom they both stiffened, and then Tony laid against his mother and took a nipple in his mouth, her breasts so massive he could still feel them trembling even as he applied his weight to the tremendous breast. He thrust really without thinking about it, her pussy accepting him. He could feel her tremble against him as her pussy spasmed in welcome of his cock. Her mouth hung open, her eyes far away, She was still barely whispering, "cock...love...son...cock...mommy-pussy...fu-" She was cut off by a particularly hard thrust which left her whimpering like a bitch in heat. She could hardly stand the pleasure he son so completely filling her was giving her, but still she did, hanging on to her son as if she was afraid she was going to disappear, lost in his force. Tony could feel himself bottom out in matronly pussy as it seemed to grab him with incredibly force, to need him as much as he needed it. He slammed his cock home, and his mom matched each and every one of his thrusts. He looked up at Rose and realized that she had moved in front of his mother, and was presenting her pussy to be enjoyed. Tony might have thought his mom would be too cock-drunk to eat pussy, but he was wrong. She wasn't cock-drunk, she was fuck-drunk, and she went after Roses' pussy like a woman dying of thirst. Rose just laid back and enjoyed it while Erica's tongue began to beat against her dainty folds and her clit, pausing to suck the clit luxuriously into her mouth and suck on it like candy. Peakwood University: Senior Mentor Rose shot Tony a sheepish grin, shrugging, "Sorry kid. Your mom is a hot fucking bitch. I don't think any woman could resist her. You hear that baby?" She looked over her shoulder, proudly smiling at the woman lost in sexual delirium, "Every mommy at Peakwood is gonna want you to taste their cunts. Every single one. You want to? You want to be a filthy Peakwood dyke?" Erica Evans moaned long and deep into Rose Deangelo's pussy, the vibration sending shots of sexual electricity through the dusky redhead. Tony was jealous that his mother's attention had been distracted even slightly, and responded by thrusting harder, slamming his cock against his mother's thighs as hard as he possibly could. His mother once again surprised him by continuing to meet her son's thrusts, orgasming hard on his dick over and over again, losing her mind in a fountain of lust. They were now rutting like animals, and Tony took his mouth off his mom's fat nipples to move up her body to earn a better angle for his thrusts. He was now mounted over his mother's back and he rode her like a bucking bronco, her head slamming against Rose's abdomen even as she kept desperately eating pussy. She was screaming against Roses' clit, which created even more delicious vibration for Rose to get off on. Rose started to scream for real now, her head lolling back and forth in orgasm. She made eye contact with Tony and babbled, as lost in pleasure as he was sure his mother was, "Oh God baby cum in your mommy-pussy! You deserve it!" Tony realized in that moment that the Peakwood orientation process had accomplished exactly what it had intended. Maybe he really would succeed in college with his mom by his side, especially with how tight her pussy was gripping his pounding fuckstick. He was truly ready for Peakwood University. He knew he was going to cum, and there was no turning back from that point. He announced, "I'm gonna cum mommy!" Erica pulled her face from Rose's pussy for just long enough to announce in a voice hoarse with lust "Cum! Spray your cum in my pussy. I need your sperm in my womb." Tony was ready to oblige her. He was watching Rose pinch the fat nubs of her nipples. He was almost there. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke... "Ahhhhh! Fuuuuuucccckkkk mooommmmmyyyyy!" "Squirt it in me baby! Give it to mommy! Give mommy your cum! I need it! Ahhhhh!!" Tony's cock erupted in her pussy and all he could see was red for a moment before he collapsed on top of his mother, feeling her heat as she slid against him. His cock was still inside of her and he could feel her cunt still holding it lovingly. He looked to her to see that her eyes were in fact open and staring at him. Rose had gotten off of Erica's face, leaving her shimmering with cunt juice, and once again picked up the bottle of wine. She refreshed Tony's glass, pouring it all the way to the top. She handed it to him; he barely had the strength to sit up enough to take it. She poured another one for Erica and handed it to her. Erica too sat up slightly and took a deep swig of wine as the gorgeous redhead bent to lick Tony's mothers nipples expertly, before standing up and gathering her corset again. "You guys can stay naked if you want to, but you should at least get your clothes together. We won't have this building to ourselves for much longer. Go ahead and drink your wine, rest up a little. But don't get too comfortable. We've got a lot more to see." Then she did something completely unexpected. Looking down to Erica's now emptied cunt, leaking Tony's jizz copiously, she bent down and extended one of her long fingers into Erica's hole. Erica moaned as Rose took a long moment exploring Tony's mother's most intimate area, before her finger emerged covered in a mix of cunt juice and semen. She looked at Tony with a wink, "Our secret." She brought her finger to her lips, her eyes closing as she savoured Tony's semen. She then looked back to Erica, who was lost as to the uniquely naughty meaning of such an act within the context of Peakwood. "You both need to save your energy. Freshman orientation is far from over."