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.