The next day started earlier than any of them would have wanted. They took turns in the shower and went out to meet the rest of their group. The day was spent on a whirlwind tour of campus. In the afternoon the parents and students were separated. The students were given their dorm assignments and registered for classes.
Jim and Pat had requested to be roommates and, happily, their request had been granted. After setting up their class schedule they met up with Carol for a big dinner hosted at one of the dorms. The dinner was intended to give them a chance to experience eating in a dorm cafeteria and the orientation directors jokingly said they hoped it would dispel rumors about the quality of the dorm food.
After dinner Pat suggested they find the dorm room they had been assigned and check it out. When they arrived at the building it was dark and seemingly locked tight. They tried several doors and were just about to give up when Jim tried one last door and found that it popped open. It felt like it was supposed to be locked as it caught slightly before it eventually popped open.
"You think we should?" Jim asked knowing that the building was probably supposed to be locked and empty.
"Come on, dude," Pat said walking inside.
"Why not?" Carol said with a sly smile following her son inside.
It was a little difficult to find the room as the whole building was dark and none of them had any idea which direction they should be going. Finally, they did find the room and Pat pushed the door open. Neither Jim nor Pat knew what to expect but both were more than a little disappointed by the dingy, small room that meet their gaze. Other than two beat up desks, two small beds that looked like they had been around since the college was founded, and two dented garbage cans, the room was nothing but a dingy cream paint covering cinder block walls and a dirty tile floor.
They looked around the room in silence for a while as Carol stood out in the hallway. "Shit, dude," Pat said stating the obvious, "this sucks." Jim and Pat complained for a bit before they tried to look on the bright side and discussed how they could make the room livable.
Carol could hear them talking but was only vaguely paying attention to them. Instead she looked up and down the long hallway of doors that in a few weeks would be filled with young, horny boys. She could almost feel something in the air even now as the rooms were empty. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she swore she could feel an increased testosterone level in the air. She had been to a strip club once a long time ago and the one memory of that visit that always stayed with her was the strong presence of testosterone in the room. At the strip club it was so strong that she could practically feel it. Here it wasn't that intense but still it was something that she noticed and that excited her.
She heard her two young lovers talking about arranging their room and bitching about the cramped quarters and formed a nasty idea. As far as she could tell the three of them were alone in the huge dorm. There hadn't been a single light or sound other than them as they walked about earlier. Finding herself in a huge building normally filled with horny young boys with her two horny lovers made her wet and she stepped into the small dorm room with Jim and Pat.
"Doesn't this suck?" Pat asked.
"Oh, I don't know," Carol said with more than a hint of mystery in her voice. "I've always thought that the places we live are more defined by the memories we make there rather than the places themselves."
Jim and Pat both looked at her. Jim was a little surprised by her philosophical words and just started to appreciate their meaning when she spoke again. "What I mean, boys, is that a room is a room. The key is how much fun you two have together in the room." She paused and let those words register before she continued. "So I guess what I'm asking is how much fun are you two planning on having in this room?"
The tone in her voice had turned decidedly wicked and Jim picked up immediately on her meaning. She had a nasty little smile on her face and Jim responded with his own horny smile as they made eye contact. Pat obviously also caught her meaning as he stepped toward her and said, "A lot." Pat met his mom in an open-mouthed kiss and Jim watched their tongues swap back and forth.
Not to be left out Jim stepped close to Carol and ran his hands over her ass and back. Carol parted the kiss with Pat and turned to meet Jim in a similar deep tongue kiss. For several long minutes Carol swapped back and forth between the two of them growing more excited by their obvious lust, their different kissing styles, and by what she had in mind for them.
They moved to one of the small beds and Carol sat between the two boys as they continued kissing and fondling each other. Both boys let their hands roam freely over her big tits and the rest of her body. She hungrily kissed them and rubbed their hardening cocks through their shorts. She also rubbed up and down their bare thighs and could physically feel the lust building in both of them.
When she felt she had them both primed and horny as hell, Carol slipped out from between them and stood up before turning around and facing their horny, excited faces. To further stoke their desire she performed a little striptease for them as the pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra. She played with her big tits and teased her nipples for a little while before she removed her shorts and panties and stood naked before the two of them.
