College sucked. I hated every minute and was glad it was just about over with only a few more months to endure. Nothing had gone right so far, but at least I'd graduate and be able to move on.
Frat Life was OK, nothing special either way. None of the stories you usually hear about problems. A few parties here and there got out of control, but not too badly.
One of the traditions each year was a parent's night where they came and checked out the campus and had a big dinner. They'd been boring, but this year's was about to be different in a way no one could have anticipated.
The set up was a Disco type party with music from the era since most of the parent's had lived it. When I told Mom, she just kind of groaned but said she'd be there.
The Frat was an older place, not quite a mansion, but one with some larger rooms. We set one up as a dance floor complete with all the lighting and a giant mirrored ball.
As the night began, the usual array of soccer moms and too-busy- for- their- kids dads began to stream in. They milled around pretending to be interested, nibbling on snacks and almost chomping at the bit for it to be over so they could leave. Most of them were in normal clothes, but a few got into the mood and wore what almost looked like costumes of the period. Many were probably wearing outfits they bought back then.
Mom was late which wasn't unusual. What she was wearing was though. I'd never seen her like this. Wild hair, dramatic makeup and rings on every finger. Her sparkling silver dress was far too short and tight for her mid 40s age, but the combined effect made her look like she wasn't a day over 25. She commanded the attention of the room and the ire of many. You could hear the wows of admiration of some and gasps of disapproval of others. Mom took it all in stride though and blended in as best she could. After a few drinks she made her way out onto the dance floor and this is where things began to get interesting.
In her earlier years, she was a semi professional dancer and had won several local and regional competitions. The trophy room at home told her story with shelves and walls overloaded with her awards, ribbons, plaques and pictures. I'd see her in there at times just sitting silently as she relived many of those moments in her mind, smiling softly. Somehow, I knew not to interfere in those moments. Other times, she'd invite me in and tell me the story of one event or another. Mostly though, the door to that room just stayed closed.
Now, on the dance floor, in those bright sparkling lights, it was all coming back to her. She moved with the music as if she'd never stopped dancing. The years of training were obvious and she took on some magical combination of Juliet Prowse and Ann Margaret as the whole crowd looked on and stared in awe.
What really got their attention though was that in certain lighting, that sparkling silver dress seemed almost transparent. The soccer moms were at it again, whispering and gossiping among themselves and trying to get their husbands to look away. The Frat guys didn't miss a beat though, their eyes almost laser focused on her every move. Some of them moved closer trying to to keep up with her, but soon fell away exhausted.
Mom broke away for a while to take a break and grab a snack. We talked a bit as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, but I couldn't help but notice the glow in her eyes, telling me she was loving it all. I couldn't help notice other things too, like her breasts heaving with her deep breaths as she tried to get her second wind. And her legs... her spectacular dancer's legs that somehow in all these years, I'd never noticed. Legs that were now on full display to all thanks to that too short for her age dress.
She asked me if I was OK with what she was doing and when I assured her I was, she headed back to the dance floor. The music was a bit slower now and she had a crowd of Frats around her, getting as close as they could. Some of them had their hands on her and she made no attempt to dissuade them. Back in the corner of the dance floor out of sight of most, some her moves were getting almost lewd, not much other than bumping and grinding against guys half her age.
Mom looked over at me almost as if to get my permission before she stretched her arms straight up over her head, accentuating her breasts and pulling her dress even higher. She leaned into the guy in front of her, pressing herself against him and brought her arms down around him.
I was almost frozen watching the scene unfolding before me. But I'll be damned if nature wasn't screaming at me and telling me it was time to take a leak. As much as I hated to, I had to go... bad. While heading down the hall, I noticed that many of the guests were gone and what few were left were huddled in some other rooms talking about whatever that probably didn't really matter to anyone.
By the time I got back, Mom and a few of the guys were gone. I looked around for a bit and there was no sign of her, or them. I checked out front to see her car still there, so she hadn't left.
Then I got a sinking feeling and almost in fear of what I might find, I headed towards the cave. All houses on campus had one and ours had a large pool table, some over-sized chairs and a wall mounted TV. As I approached, I could hear sounds and my stomach knotted up. I looked into see my mother in the arms of one of the guys kissing him while another was exploring her body with his hands from behind. Her short dress was now over her waist and the guy's hands were on her ass.
She looked over at me and shot me an icy glare as if to say, 'don't you dare interfere!'
I backed out of the room for a minute to get my composure and try to reconcile my feelings. Was I mad? Was I upset? Was I sick at what I saw? My dick answered for me. But how could I be aroused at seeing my almost naked mother being felt up by guys she didn't know?
When I looked back in, I saw her dress being lifted over her head and hands on her naked breasts. Another hand was between her legs hiding her most private place from her son's view. Noticing me again, she pulled back from them and went into another dance routine, essentially gyrating in front of us all, running her hands over herself in some kind of obscene stripper's dance.
Her hands went to one of the guys and in a swift move, she pulled his pants down. She grabbed his cock and went at it with both hands running them along his length. My mother was nude and stroking his cock as I watched. Then she was on her knees licking and sucking it. She was using both of her hands on his balls and her rings were gleaming in the light. Two more cocks appeared in front of her and she wasted no time giving them the attention they demanded. I could clearly see her wedding ring stroking each shaft and she pulled it into her eager mouth.
It was almost too much for me and I had to step out of the room again. My pants were wet and I discovered I'd blown a load watching all that without even realizing it. How was that possible? And how was I still hard?
When I went back into the room, Mom was laying on her back on the pool table, her legs up in the air. She had racked Kevin's balls and her was driving his cue stick into her center pocket. Mom motioned for me to come closer and as I got to the table, she took my hand and held it tight as the guy fucked her hard and deep. Her breasts moved with the rhythm of his thrusts and her eyes were full of passion as she stared at me.
Dave and Al stripped down and they were all naked now as Kevin came inside her and pulled out. Al stepped between her marvelous legs to take his place in her cunt. She directed my attention to her pussy as he entered her insisting I watch the penetration of his cock head disappearing into her, then pulling out slick with her juices. It didn't take Al long to empty his balls into my mother's cunt. When he pulled out, the two loads of cum were leaking out of her. Mom gripped my hand even tighter as the third guy, Dave fucked her. He pounded her quite hard and her eyes rolled back into her head as she let out a guttural scream, all but yelling at him to fuck her. She was lost in her passion, her body covered with sweat, her hair a mess.
When he pulled out after coming deep inside her, she handed me a towel and placed my hand between her legs to dry off her soaking went cunt, leaking with their cum. It was more than a bit surreal to know that I had my hand on my mother's pussy using a towel to catch three loads of cum.
After a few minutes she stood up and excused herself to go and freshen up. The four of us sat in silence, not really knowing what to say. We were all naked now and it was more than a bit awkward. My three Frat brothers had just fucked my mother and none of us had any idea what to expect next. There was some idle, nervous chatter, but not much more.
Mom strolled back in looking radiant, her hair and face refreshed. She wasn't drunk, but she was tipsy and not feeling any inhibitions as she walked over to me and sat in my lap. She put her arm around my neck and leaned into me, her naked breast pressing against my chest. I couldn't help but notice how full and firm they were and how high they sat. Way up firm and high.
"Did you miss me? What were you talking about while I was gone?"
We all just kind of mumbled, but the guys were definitely showing more interest in what might be next.
I was still starting at my moms tits and she wasn't about to let that go.
"Not bad for an old lady, are they?"
"Mom, you're not old."
"Oh sweetie, yes I am. Go ahead, touch them, I know you want to."
"Mom!"
"Son, you have a naked woman sitting on your lap and you're not paying enough attention to her! Now put you hand on my breasts and tell me how they feel to you."
I did as she told me and felt my mother's naked breasts while three guys looked on stroking their cocks.
"They feel really nice. Firm, full, round."
"Thank you sweetie."
She turned a bit, leaned back into me and started moving with the music. Her legs opened and straddled mine as she went into a type of lap dance, grinding herself into me. I felt her hand on my cock stroking it and pulling it up against her crotch. While one hand was massaging her tits, my other hand wandered down her belly and was soon stroking her pubic hair. She was rubbing my cock against her cunt almost like a dildo. She pulled it away long enough for my hand to cup her mound and run a finger across her wet slit. By then she was fully stroking my cock, jacking me off while the guys watched. She caught my load in her hand and rubbed some of it against her slit, taking the rest into her mouth as it dripped off her fingers. She stood up, leaned over me and kissed me, my cum still on her lips.
"Honey, you don't mind if your friends fuck your mother again, do you?"
