Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story started in "Peakwood University: Orientation." It is part of an ongoing series about a university that admits male students and their mothers, and makes mother-son incest a centerpiece of college life. In the first installment, Tony Evans agreed to attend Peakwood along with his mother Erica. On freshman welcome day the new students were informed they would be fucking their mothers, a fact which the moms already secretly knew. They were then played a video designed to showcase campus life as the moms dry-humped their sons to orgasm. Tony passed out when he came. This installment begins just after that.
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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.
