Author's Note: All sexual activity is between characters that are 18 or older. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, places or events is purely coincidental. The below is not intended to serve as a guide for real-life sexual encounters or relationships.
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Fall of 2008:
The summer of 2008 had been interesting, to say the least. My mother, Holly, and I had started an incestuous relationship. When my younger brother, Andrew, and my father, Paul, were away from home, mom and I had trouble keeping our hands off one another. We had made love in her bedroom, in my bedroom, in the living room, in the kitchen, and even once in the shower. Andrew nearly caught us once, as he had come home from his friend's house earlier than we expected. Luckily we were in my bedroom that time; we quickly dressed, and mom left my room with a basket of my dirty laundry.
It was August of 2008 now, and I had just arrived at college. My father, mother, and brother accompanied me on move-in day, and we had gone shopping for the essentials before they left. Andrew seemed pleased that I wouldn't be in the house any longer, but part of me figured that he would also miss me being around the house. My father, always the gruff man, patted me on the shoulder when they were preparing to leave.
"Peter, do good, son. Don't knock up any girls in your first semester and keep your grades up."
My mother slapped him on the arm and said, "Paul! Don't say that." Turning to me, mom hugged me tightly and said, "Peter, you're going to do wonderfully here. If you need anything at all, we're only an hour away." Before backing away, she whispered, "Anything," in my ear.
Andrew approached me last, giving me a quick hug. "I love ya, Peter. I like the dorm room, and like dad said, don't knock any girls up."
Mom slapped Andrew on the arm, just as she had my father. "Oh my God, I can't believe you two."
Dad and Andrew laughed, and mom shook her head. With that, they waved farewell and got in the car.
I watched them drive away, and the reality of being alone at college suddenly hit me. I walked back to my dorm room, and I laid on my freshly-made bed. I sighed, staring at the ceiling.
'I can't believe I'm finally here,' I thought to myself. 'I miss mom already.'
Suddenly the door opened, and a young man with black hair walked in the room. He was a large, bearded fellow with a jovial grin.
"Hey, I'm Patrick. I guess we're roommates?" the guy said.
I jumped up from my bed and crossed the room with my hand outstretched. "Hey Patrick, I'm Peter. I remember seeing your name on the paperwork when I signed for the dorm room. It's nice to meet you."
"Yeah, nice to meet you too," Patrick said. He had a cart full of things in tow, and he pulled it through the door into the room. He started to unload things, and we spoke about orientation and the new town we found ourselves in.
"So you're from Boone, huh?" Patrick said, "I've heard wild stories about that town."
I grinned and said, "Oh yeah, Boone is a wild town. But I've always managed to stay out of trouble there. The drugs are absolutely terrible."
"That's what I've heard. What do your parents do?"
"My dad is a machinist and my mom works at an insurance agency. I come from a pretty typical family, I guess."
"I'm from Proctor, myself. My dad died when I was 11, and my mom is an executive for a hotel chain. She does pretty good for us. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"Yeah, I have one younger brother, Andrew. You just missed my family, actually, they left about 15 minutes ago."
"Ah, that's too bad. Maybe I'll meet them the next time they come into town."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"I just have one sister, Angelica. She's older, and she's living in the girls' dorm across campus. She's a junior this year."
"That's awesome! Maybe she can show us around."
"Actually, she was going to show me around later this evening. She's supposed to stop by at around 6."
Patrick and I continued our conversation for a few hours as we organized our new dorm room. He seemed like a nice guy, and I found out that he was also on the football team. We were both coasting through this first year, at least, on football scholarships. With that in common, we immediately hit it off.
At around 6 o'clock, there was a knock on the door. Patrick jumped up to answer the door, and Angelica was standing in the hallway.
"Hey, little brother!" she exclaimed, hugging Patrick. "And you must be Peter? It's nice to meet you," she said, waving at me.
Angelica was a babe. She stood at about 5'7", and she had long blonde hair framing her very cute face. She was thin, but it looked like she had a fantastic ass, and small perky breasts. I didn't know what to expect before I met her, of course, but she was definitely easy on the eyes.
"Hi, Angelica. Yeah, I'm Peter. It's nice to meet you, too."
"Are you going to tag along? I was going to show Patrick around the campus, and I thought we might grab dinner while we're out."
"Sure! I'd love to go," I said, smiling.
Angelica led us around campus, chatting with Patrick about family matters and pointing out the important spots that we would need to locate. Let's just say that I didn't mind following these two around, especially with the thin blonde's ass leading the way. I kept my composure though, and I didn't stare.
"So Peter, where are you from?"
"I'm from Boone, but don't worry, I'm one of the good ones," I said, chuckling.
Angelica laughed, "My first college boyfriend was from Boone! Small world."
"Yeah, small state, I suppose," I said.
"Where are we going to eat?" Patrick asked, his mind obviously concentrated more on food than anything else.
"We could go to Wally's, it's just a few blocks from campus, and they have the best burgers in town," Angelica said.
"Alright, Ang, sounds good to me, I'm starving," Patrick said.
Angelica led us to Wally's, which was a small restaurant with a sports bar in the center. We were led to a booth, and my flip phone started buzzing in my pocket.
I pulled the phone out, and it was my mom calling. "Sorry guys, I have to take this," I said, getting up from the booth.
"No problem," they said in unison.
I opened my phone and started to walk away from the table.
"Hi honey, it's mommy. How are you, baby?" Holly softly spoke into my ear.
"Hey mom, I'm doing great. I finally met my roommate, Patrick, and his sister is showing us around the town. She's a junior this year."
"Don't get any ideas, mister. Do you understand?"
I was walking towards the entrance, and I noticed the restrooms were in the front of the restaurant. I veered off towards the men room. "Oh, don't worry, mom, I promise I won't get any ideas," I said, hiding the fact that I had already been ogling Angelica's perfectly formed ass.
"Where are you now, Peter?" mom whispered.
"I'm at Wally's, this sports bar near campus. I'm actually walking into the men's room now."
When I walked into the men's room, I immediately noticed that it was a small bathroom with only one toilet and a urinal. I locked the door behind me.
"Are you alone, hunny?" mom asked quietly.
"Yeah, I am now. Why are you whispering?"
"I'm on the phone in the living room, and your father and brother are upstairs. I'm just trying to be quiet. I miss you so much already, Peter."
"I know, mom, I miss you too. I'm sad that summer is over already."
"Me too, baby. I think I'm going to make an excuse to come see you next weekend. Is that okay?"
"Of course, mom. I want to see you as often as possible."
"What do you want to see this old hag for, baby?"
"Mom, I've told you a million times, you're not old. You're fucking hot, and you know exactly how much you turn me on. Of course I want to see you. Remember telling me about your ideas? Finding a parking spot somewhere and riding me?"
"Oh Peter, don't talk dirty, or mommy may get excited."
Grinning mischievously, I whispered, "Maybe I want you to get excited, mommy. What am I going to do without my little cum slut mommy right down the hall?"
Mom moaned sensually yet quietly, and said, "Your little cum slut mommy is going to miss you so much, baby. My pussy is so wet just thinking about you."
I groaned quietly, and I started to rub my cock through my slacks. "I'm hard just thinking about you, mom. What am I going to do without you?"
"Stroke your hard cock for me, baby. I'm rubbing my tight little pussy for you now."
I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down with my underwear. I grasped my hard cock in my right hand, started pumping it, and said, "I'm stroking it for you, mom. I'm so hard for you."
"Mommy is going to have that cock down her throat next weekend, baby. Do you want to cum down mommy's throat?"
I kept stroking my cock, getting closer with each passing second. "Yes, mommy. I'm going to cum so hard for you if you keep talking naughty like that."
Mom moaned, her desperate sounds of pleasure filling my ear. "Mommy is so close, baby. Will you cum with me?"
"Yes, mom. Cum for me. Be a good little cum slut and cum for your son."
"Uuuunnnnggghhhhh, Peteeerrrrrr!!!" mom squealed through the phone, "I'm cumming!"
My throbbing cock started to unload rope after rope of thick, white cream. I wasn't even paying attention to where I was cumming; it was covering the bathroom wall. I moaned into the phone, "I'm cumming, mom! Oh my God!"
"Oh my God, baby. That was an intense orgasm," mom said.
I grabbed paper towels from the dispenser on the wall, and I attempted to clean up my mess. "Mom, I just covered this bathroom with my cum. I just wish I were covering you with my cum."
"Mmmm, baby, just wait until next weekend. I love you, Peter. Enjoy your evening with your friends."
"I love you, mom. Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow? I hope?"
"Of course, baby. Bye bye."
"Bye, mom."
I washed my hands, glanced at my red face in the mirror, straightened my clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.
As I approached the booth, I saw Patrick and Ang whispering to each other. As I got closer, they scooted away from each other.
"You okay, Peter? Your face is red," Ang said.
"Oh, I'm great! I just tripped coming out of the bathroom, I was a little embarrassed."
"Well, you have great timing, our food is coming," Patrick noted.
We enjoyed our burgers and drinks, and Ang filled us in on the latest news around the campus. She also listed off half a dozen professors that we needed to be wary of, as they were apparently the most difficult with which to deal.
