PEAKWOOD UNIVERSITY: ORIENTATION

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.

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.

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.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." 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.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."