(This is the 9th story in the series)
It was finally the day to move into my apartment at college. We had realized last year that paying room and board was much more expensive than simply renting an apartment. I had also decided to take on some roommates to help pay the bill. So, I found a 3 bedroom for rent. Out of careful planning, I told my future renters/roommates that their move in day was the week after I moved in. I wanted to be able to pick my room, figure everything out and get settled before any ensuing troubles.
Everyone was helping me move. Dad drove the truck crammed full of my furniture and some boxes. Mom had her car full of groceries from a grocery run. Some friends of mine also came over to help with the physical labor of moving.
I decided to take the room in the back of the apartment so that I could seclude myself and study in the event there happened to be a small party or game night due to my new roommates. Once my bedroom was set up I went to the main living area to help with the sofa and TV. I quickly found that my friends had decided to 'test' my TV and game console. Turns out, it worked fine.
Mom was busy organizing the pantry as I walked to the kitchen. Dad was quick to follow, as were my friends. We all needed a drink. Mom handed us all glasses of water.
"How's everything going?" Mom asked.
"Well, his room is ready and everything is here. He just has to unpack and put his clothes away." Dad said. "I think I'll head home and start making dinner."
"The TV and game system work really well," laughed my friends. "We are going to head to the sports bar for some dinner and a beer if you'd like to join us!" They mentioned.
"Yeah, I'll do that!" I replied.
"As soon as I get finished with putting away these groceries, I'll be home to help with dinner." Mom added.
"I'll get some clothes put away, change, and I'll meet you guys at the bar. When are you going to be there?" I asked.
"Probably in about an hour. Long enough to go back, change, shower and get there." They replied.
"Perfect, see you there!" I yelled as I headed to my room to find some clothes worth wearing to the bar. The hard part was how I packed... I just threw it all in a box without folding anything. I should have listened to my mom and folded my laundry.
"I'm about done in the kitchen. Do you need anything else before I go help with dinner?" Mom yelled across the apartment.
"Nope. I'm good. I really appreciate the help!" I replied. I had found my new jeans and a nice button up to wear. I had already stripped down to my boxers and was about to put on my pants.
"I wanted to have a quick chat with you." Mom said as she walked into my room. "It's about this summer."
"Uh. Yeah. Sure. What's up?" I replied nervously. Sitting on my bed in my boxers was not how I expected to say bye to my mom.
"Well, I want you to be careful here at college." Mom said as she ran her finger down my chest. She then traced the top of my boxers and gently grazed across my cock over the fabric.
"You see, us older women can't get pregnant anymore. You shouldn't be cumming inside these young girls. You need to use protection." Mom stated as she handed me a box of condoms.
"I already figured that mom." I replied.
"Well. I want to make sure. Go ahead. Put one on. Show me you know how and then I'll leave you alone." She said.