Bryon wants to fuck all the good-looking moms in his childhood neighborhood

Bryon wanted to fuck all the moms from his childhood neighborhood. Most of them were in his mom's Euchre club. He wanted to fuck them all one day right before he went to college. Maybe he would even fuck his mom too; that forbidden thought was hidden deep in his mind, but the perpetration for the fantasy room drew it from his mind. Mark, the inventor of the fantasy room wanted to make sure that every customer had their total fantasy fulfilled down to the smallest detail.

After Bryon had been prepped he was strapped into the equipment and Mark visited him just before he was immersed. "I want you to understand that your fantasy is one of the most intense and realistic scenarios I have created to date. You will feel and experience everything as if it is reality. Have a good time."

Bryon was ready to have a good time and as the world spun into darkness he was ready. Then his vision cleared and it took him a moment to realize where he was, in the living room of the house that he had grown up in. He realized that he was 19 again, and would be leaving for college in a few months as a virgin. He also realized this was his chance to rewrite history. His mother's voice came from the other room, "Bryon are you getting the table and chairs setup for me. You know the girls will be here in just a few minutes."

Umm sure thing mom he answered hesitantly as she walked into the room. His mother was hot; his adult mind realized that fact even more than the boy mind did. She was forty two right now with a slim waist, tight ass, and big tits. He realized that she was incredibly sexy and he could feel he cock harden as he look at her.

"Bryon are you alright? You have the oddest look on your face. You're not getting sick are you? She came over to him and put her hand on his forehead in a very motherly fashion. Bryon looked down at her big tits, and tried to imagine again how nice her nipples would look, how stiff and thick they were. He could just make out the faintest outline of her nipples through the soft fabric of the sweater top she was wearing.

She continued to talk, "You don't feel hot."

"I'm fine mom. Just let me finish getting the chairs."

Bryon headed down to the basement to get the chairs, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants. The question was what to do first?