Way to Go, College Boy

I stepped inside and she gave me a big hug. Then she held me at arm's length and her nostrils flared.

"You...should take a shower," she said flatly.

"Yes ma'am," I responded, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

The warm water relaxed my muscles, but did nothing to relieve my throbbing cock. I turned off the hot water and shivered through a minute of cold spray before turning it off. I was still half hard, and the cold water had done nothing to ease my tender nuts. After drying myself carefully, I eased my boxers up my legs. When I opened the bathroom door, the room was pitch black. I flicked the bathroom light back on and the light showed my mother was in bed beneath the covers.

"Just come to bed," she said gently. "It's late, and we'll have plenty of time to talk tomorrow."

"Okay," I nodded.

I turned the lights off and crept carefully over until my hand found the corner of the bed. I followed the edge, walking around the bed to slide in on the other side. Once I was beneath the covers, I spread my legs to give my swollen balls some room. Mom snuggled against me and rested her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my left arm around her shoulders and hugged her to me. It felt warm and comforting, and I was soon asleep.

* * *

I slept in the next morning. My balls no longer ached when I woke up. I didn't have my usual morning hard-on either, but it really only registered as a relief when I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. Mom was awake, dressed, and sitting at the table when I got up. I was pleased not to be sporting that erection like I had the previous morning in front of my roommate's mom and sister.

I relieved myself, put my shorts and shirt back on, and then joined my mother. She smiled and encouraged me to eat.

"I grabbed a bunch of the continental breakfast buffet before they closed," she said, indicating the two plates full of pastries and fruit.

"Thanks, Mom," I said, grinning at her. As I dug in, I said, "I don't know why, but I'm famished. I really appreciate you bringing this back for me."

"It was the least I could do," she said lightly. "You know I love taking care of you—especially after the way you've taken care of me lately."

I swallowed and smiled at her again. "I love you, Mom," I said simply.

"I love you too, sweetheart," she replied. Her face was almost radiant this morning, reminding me a little uncomfortably of Patricia's the night before.

"So, when is our first appointment this morning?" I asked.

She glanced at her watch. "We have a meeting with Dana at the apartment-finding service in forty minutes. She's going to show us a bunch of apartments."

Mom stood up and walked around behind me, rubbing my shoulders while I ate the rest of my breakfast. When I finished the last of my juice, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed the top of my head.

"Thanks again for staying the night," she murmured. "I sleep so much better when you're there with me."

I stood up and stretched. "I have to admit, I slept great too. Seriously, I feel so well-rested and relaxed. Thanks, Mom."

"Any time, baby," she replied, hugging me again.

* * *

Dana, the lady at the apartment-finding service, was very good at her job. She showed us a bunch of places on her computer and then brought up floor plans when she had an idea what my mom was looking for. Before we even left the office, Dana said, "I think this is the place for you. It should have everything you're looking for."

Dana had nailed it. This apartment complex was a half-hour drive from the campus. It had three pools spread out over a sprawling lot. The two-story buildings were newer than a lot of the places closer to the university, and much nicer than we expected. The two-bedroom apartment had a nice open floor plan, a good-sized kitchen, and even had connections for Mom's washer and dryer.

Dana quipped, "Your son can even come over to do his laundry, so he's sure to visit regularly."

We smiled at that. I couldn't imagine needing the excuse of laundry, and was sure I would spend a lot of time here with my mother. What I hadn't considered, though, was actually living here with her. So I was caught by surprise when she brought it up.

"What do you think, Paul? Will this bedroom be okay for you after this semester?"

I walked into the room to look around, but mostly so she wouldn't see my face. Spending time with my mom while she recovered from her divorce was one thing, but living with my mom while I was going to college? That reeked of "loser."

I didn't need to make a decision immediately, though. It was definitely something I wanted to discuss with my sister and Patricia first. Maybe I was being immature, thinking about it in those terms. I looked around the bedroom and walked over to open the closet. It was nice, and the closet was easily three times the size of the one in my dorm room. Just having thick carpet under my feet was better than the cold tile floor of the dorm. I nodded in approval.

"This is really nice," I said.

My mother beamed happily. Dana looked like she was holding back from saying anything, clearly biting her lip. I could practically read her thoughts, though. "What kind of guy wants to live with his mother while he goes to college?" I realized that I didn't really give a damn what Dana thought, though.

"What do you think, Mom?" I asked. "You're the one who has to make the decision. We can look at some more places first, before you decide."

"I love it," she said. "I want to make sure I get this place, so I can start moving in."

That was what Dana wanted to hear, of course. To be honest, I was pleased to be done already. It wasn't like I really wanted to spend days looking at apartments and rental houses. I sat in when Mom talked with the apartment manager, asked a couple of questions, and read the lease carefully before Mom signed it. She had read it too, of course.

The apartment was hers, and she was elated. It made me happy to see her like that. "I need to call Jeannie!" she exclaimed. Jeannie was in class, so Mom left a very excited message. While she was making that call, I walked around outside the apartment building and noticed that I could see right into several of the apartments through the large windows and sliding glass doors. I saw a very busty woman walking naked through her living room on the second floor of the building across from my mom's. She was drying her hair after showering.

"We're going to need some curtains," I muttered to myself.

* * *

Mom was all bubbling enthusiasm as she planned her move. We went to a furniture store near the apartment complex, and she embarrassed me by having me help pick out her new bed. The way the salesman looked at me and raised an eyebrow made me blush.

"Mom, it's your bed," I groused. "This guy is going to think you're my 'sugar-momma' the way you're carrying on."

The guy barked out a laugh at that, and Mom looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. She picked a bed she liked, but looked at me until I nodded in approval before turning back to the sales guy. "I'll take this one."

Since it was early on a Tuesday, they drove the bed right over and set it up for her. They also delivered her new loveseat, three bar stools, and dressers and chests-of-drawers for both bedrooms. She had insisted on those over my objection.

"Mom, we already have perfectly good dressers at the house," I had said. "You can just bring them when you move up all your other stuff."

"I don't want them," she insisted. "They'll just remind me of the past. These will be part of our new future."

I shrugged. "It's your money, Mom, and your apartment."

I refused to get a new bed. The one we had just put in storage was almost new. "We can get new sheets and pillow cases if it bothers you," I said. "Then you won't see anything to remind you of the old house."

"Oh, that's a good idea," she said.

So of course we had to go shopping for those.

I don't know why, but shopping always makes me tired. Not shopping by myself—like most guys I'm in and out of a store in just a few minutes when I go shopping. Shopping with my mom or my sister, though...it always seems to take forever and I feel drained when we're finally done. This was no exception. I helped mom make her new bed and felt like I needed a nap.

"Do we have time for a nap?" I asked, half-joking. I hoped she didn't want to do any more shopping.

"We should take a nap," she said happily. "We can break in my new bed properly."

I raised an eyebrow at that. "Breaking in a bed properly" involved sex, in my opinion. I was not about to mention it to my mom, though. I flopped down on my face on the bed.

"Wait, didn't you wear those clothes yesterday?" she asked. "Please just take them off. I don't want to get the new bed all funky the first time we use it."

I groaned and rolled out of the bed. While I stripped off my shirt, shorts and socks, Mom closed the blinds. I flopped onto the bed. I couldn't help but watch as she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She dropped her shorts and I was surprised at the skimpy bikini panties she wore. Her eyes dared me to say something as she reached back and unhooked her bra. My mother's breasts were surprisingly firm and full.

I kept my tongue in check and she slid into the bed with me, resting her head on my shoulder again. Her breasts were pressed against me and I could clearly feel her nipple against my ribcage. I closed my eyes and fell asleep immediately. Even though I was asleep, I could clearly feel it when Mom slid down to suck my cock this time. I just couldn't move or do anything to stop her.

Even if I had been able to, I'm not sure I would have. Her talented mouth felt far too perfect as she took me in. Then she swallowed me down her throat, and my heart sank a little. I had never dreamed about Patricia. My mind had simply refused to accept what had really happened. When I fell asleep in her bed last Saturday night, it was my mother I had been dreaming about—if I had been dreaming at all. More likely it was this marvelous sensation, happening for the first time.

After she had drained me, I fell into a deeper sleep. When I awoke, there was a note on the bed with a key taped to it.

Thank you for the wonderful nap.

It was just what I needed!

Here's your key.

Call when you get this.

Love,

Mom

I got dressed and attached the key to my key ring. I glanced at my watch and groaned. My two o'clock class was halfway over. After thinking for a second I shrugged. I had expected to miss the class anyway, and now I wouldn't have to worry about finding a place for my mom. I stretched as I walked around the apartment, luxuriating in the soft carpet beneath my feet. The place looked really large and empty. I knew it would feel more comfortable once it was fully furnished.

I saw a young mom walking past the sliding glass door with two small children in tow, heading toward the nearest pool. I had to smile, and it reminded me to call my mother. When she answered, I could tell she was on the road in her minivan.

"Hey, Mom, I got your note and the key. Where are you?"

"Goodness, did you just wake up? I'm almost to the house. The movers will be there in...well, they may already be there. I've got a realtor coming over in an hour. Is there anything you want me to get out of storage for you, while I have the movers?"

"Wow that was fast!" I remarked. "Um, there's nothing I need out of storage. Everything I thought I might use I brought up Sunday—oh, wait! My bed's in there."

"Okay," she replied. After a moment, she said, "I think I'll just empty the storage unit while I have the movers. I'll call and get a storage unit up there to move everything into. This shouldn't take long at all. I'll probably head back up tomorrow morning."

"That sounds great," I said. "I'll see you then."

I walked around a little stunned for five more minutes. Then I pulled my phone back out of my pocket. I called Patricia's number, knowing she was in class. I left a quick message:

"Hey, Patricia, it's Paul. We found an apartment for my mom right away today. I really want to talk to you. Please give me a call as soon as you can. Bye."

Then I called my sister, but her phone also went to voicemail. "Jeannie, it's Paul. We found a place for mom right away, but I'm afraid you were right. Please call me back; I really need your opinion. Love you!"

I decided to get out of there and drove back to the campus. I grabbed a late lunch at the cafeteria and headed up to my dorm room to lie down. As I lay there, I couldn't help but think how much nicer Mom's new apartment was than this place. I thought about the marvelous blowjob she had given me while I napped, and then about the way we weren't talking about it. Then I went back to thinking about the blowjob again, rubbing my hardening dick through my pants. My phone finally rang, snapping me out of it before I felt the need to play with myself.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey," Patricia said. She sounded out of breath. "I just have a couple of minutes before my next class. What's up?"

A couple of minutes wasn't enough time for the conversation I needed to have with her. "I wanted to talk with you about my mom, and her apartment. It's a little complicated. And of course I wanted to see you again. Are you busy this evening?"

"Unfortunately I am busy," she said. She sounded unhappy. "I would have to see you pretty late, like after ten?"

Kyle would be back by then, but I didn't care. "Sure," I said. "Just give me a call then."

"Sounds good!" she said. "Got to run, I'll talk to you later. Bye!"

"Bye."

Well, that was disappointing. I rolled out of my bed and pulled out two textbooks. I had a lot of reading to do for those classes. It wasn't something I needed for the next day's class, but it was something to do. I sat at my desk so I would stay focused. I took notes as I went, which included a couple of questions I could ask in class. I managed to immerse myself in the subject matter—cellular biology and genetics for one course, brain physiology and neurological response for the psych class—and felt like I had made a lot of progress when Kyle came in.

"Hey, Kyle," I said with a nod.

"Hey, Paul," he replied. "How's it going?"

"It's going well," I said. It occurred to me that he might be a good person to talk to about my mom's apartment situation. "Hey, have you got a minute?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied after glancing at his watch.

"Okay, so we found my mom an apartment today. She's already signed the lease, moved in some furniture. That's a done deal."

"That was fast," Kyle said.

I nodded. "I thought so too, but it's probably a good thing. Here's the problem: my mom expects me to move in with her after this semester. It's a nice apartment, and I had planned to visit her regularly while she gets through this divorce, but...does moving in with her make me a total loser?"

He raised an eyebrow somewhere in the middle of that. "Well, if she's all over you like my mom is on me, it would make it hard to date any normal girls."

"We're not like that," I said. "Once or twice she went down on me while I was asleep. I'm pretty sure now that it was twice, but the first time it happened, I thought I was having a dream and I didn't think it was my mom. One other time I woke up and she sucked me off but I'm pretty sure she was asleep and thought I was my dad. So, we both know it happened, but we act like it didn't. Does that make sense?"

Kyle looked up at the ceiling like he was doing math in his head and then nodded. "Gotcha," he said. "How long do you think the 'sneaky blowjob' phase will last before one of you wants more?"

I thought about my mom's sexy body in that little lacy nightie and gulped. "Not long," I muttered.

* * *

We wound up heading down to the cafeteria together. It was the first time I had eaten with Kyle. We joked a bit, and then my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket.

"It's my mom," I sighed.

Kyle glanced over, seeing her picture, and raised an eyebrow. "She's hot, man."

I didn't know what to say to that. I answered the phone, holding my other hand over my left ear to block out the noise. "Hey, Mom, I'm in the cafeteria right now. Should I call you back after I eat?"

"Just wanted to let you know I've already got the house cleared out," she said. "The movers are already on their way. I should be moved in to the apartment tomorrow. Oh, and we cleared out the storage unit, too."

"When are you coming up?" I asked.

"I'm already on my way," she said. "I'm right behind the moving truck."

"Wow. Um, okay, call me as soon as you get close. I'll head over there to help you get moved in."

"Sounds great!" she said. "I'll see you in three hours or so."

I was feeling a little numb after I hung up. "Damn, that was fast," I mumbled. I looked down and remembered to start eating again.

"Are you going to be alright?" Kyle asked. I nodded, chewing thoughtfully.

* * *

Right after Kyle and I got back to our room, my phone rang again. It was Jeannie. "Hey, sis," I answered, more to let Kyle know who it was. I don't know that I'd ever called her "sis" before.

"Hey, bro," she replied with a chuckle. "What's going on?"

"Well, let's see. We found Mom a new apartment—"

"Yeah, I got her message," she said.

"And she's moving in tonight—"

"Wow! That was fast!"

"And she expects me to move in with her after this semester," I finally finished. "When you told me she was 'clingy' I really didn't have a clue. What am I going to do?"

She whistled softly. "Oh, Paul, I don't know what to tell you. Do you think it's just because of the divorce?"

I sat heavily on my bed. "I don't know what to think. In a couple of hours I'll be heading over there to help her get moved in. I'm just worried she'll be devastated if I don't move in with her, but if I do I'll have to sneak around to date girls just like when we lived at home."

"Have you talked with her about it like you're talking to me now?" Jeannie asked.

"Nope. I figured there wasn't a rush. For all I know, she'll meet some amazing guy between now and then and I'll be off the hook."

Kyle grinned and pointed at me, mouthing, "It's you, dude!"

"Shut up!" I mouthed back.

Kyle laughed silently at me. I watched as he tossed a couple of heavy textbooks into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He grabbed his laptop and tucked it under his arm, waving as he headed out the door. I waved back, unable to contain the grin that spread over my face. Then I realized I hadn't heard a word out of my sister in a minute.

"Hello?" I said.

"Just a second," she said awkwardly. "I'm just trying to get...comfortable. There."

It sounded like she had taken off her bra, and I immediately thought of my mom's amazing breasts. I wondered idly if Jeannie's were as nice. Then I wondered why I wasn't thinking about Patricia's lovely orbs, or Leslie's, or even Kyle's mom's big boobs. I had seen a lot of really nice tits the past couple of days.

Jeannie's voice snapped me out of that line of thought. "So, you've got three months to figure it out?" she asked.

"Pretty much," I said after a moment's thought. "If I want to stay in the dorms another semester or find another place off-campus, I'll need to make that decision before the Christmas break."

"Oh, damn," Jeannie murmured. "I hadn't even thought about that. I was planning to fly home for Thanksgiving and Christmas."

"Great!" I chuckled. "You can stay in my room at Mom's apartment."

Jeannie laughed and then stopped abruptly. "Wait, where would you sleep, then? Don't the dorms close for the break?"

"Shit, you're right," I said. "Guess we'll be sharing a bed, sis!"

"Oh, damn," she groaned softly.

My ears perked up at that, and I sat up quickly. Was my sister turned on at the thought of sharing a bed with me?