The Wilsons and Their Drama

The cashier at the campus gift shop is definitely older than me, but not by much. At the very least, I believe she is a student too.

The first thing I notice is her smile, or lack of one. No matter how many customers she deals with, she maintains the same monotonous disposition. I've caught her attention a few times since I entered the store, but she's never shown even a cursory interest in you and instead spent the majority of her time swiping on her phone.

Of course, looks can be deceiving. At least, I hope. I confidently approach her. "Hey, I'm John," I say with my usual charming... well, manipulative smile and can-do attitude.

"K." She replies with what I can tell is her usual **** stare and get-out-of-my-face attitude. I try to get a reading from her, a second of care, a glance, a stare, but she shows nothing. She continues to stare at her phone, clearly unimpressed by my efforts.

"Well, let me know when you're done getting rejected on Tinder so I can pay for my stuff and get out of here," I say with complete confidence.

The cashier is clearly caught off guard, as she stops in the middle of whatever she was doing on her phone to look up at me. Our eyes lock for a second before a smirk creeps onto her face.

"So what, are you like here with your mom or something?" she asks.

"Yeah, we're just picking up some stuff before I finish moving in to my dorm," I reply casually.

The cashier prints out a receipt and writes down her name and number on it. "Here," she says, "I'm Lydia, by the way. Hit me up if you ever wanna hang out or something. I remember how much living in the dorms sucked."

As I smile at her and turn to her line of wares, my attention is directed to her tip jar. There doesn't seem to be a lot of money in it, which isn't a surprise given her total disregard to customer service. Still, I decide to throw her some money from my wallet. Luckily, in the confines of my black leather wallet, there is the hundred dollar bill from earlier, and a few twenties. I dig out three twenty dollar bills and slip it into her jar.

And while she doesn't say anything, it's clear Lydia appreciates my generosity. I catch her eyes look up from her phone for a split second as she shifts her position behind the counter to be more welcoming. Nice.

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As my mother and I walk down the street, she decides to make conversation.

"So, what did you think of that cashier?" she asks.

"Shs seemed cute," I shrug.

"I agree, I think she'd be a great fit for you," my mom continues.

I mull the idea in my head. The thought of having such a hot girl as my girlfriend is nice but I don't feel like limiting myself. Not that it matters anyways, there is something far more important in my head. Three lights circle overhead, waiting for me to call them down. There are three lights: a shy purple, a red, and a pink light.

As much as I'd like to learn about the other lights, the pink orb is just too enticing.

I draw in the pink light, curious as to what it might to my dear mother. Almost immediately, I feel that familiar pulse in my head as a single word repeats itself over and over.

Lust

Lust

Lust

Before I can make out its effects, I look over to find my mother walking in a daze. It doesn't take long for her to start touching herself and giggling.

"Are you okay, Mom?" I cautiously ask. Her eyes are almost glazed over when she turns to me, biting her lip.

"Oh, yeah baby, I'm feeling perfectly fine," she says, still giggling to herself.

I notice she's unbuttoning the shirt she bought from the gift store. I contemplate trying to stop her, but decide to see how far this goes. Soon she's standing on the sidewalk in her soaking wet dress. She lowers the straps to reveal her chest in all its glory.

Without warning, she breaks out into a dance while walking down the street. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was at a night club. She carefully, and erotically, starts to grind against random street lights, mailboxes, and even complete strangers. For some reason, she's careful not to get too close to me.

"... Having fun?" I ask.

She slowly nods, as if she's moving at a completely different speed than me. Her hands travel up her stomach to her cleavage, causing her to lightly moan to herself. Is she having an orgasm just from being physically touched?

I get closer and try to calm her down a little, but the way she's moving makes it practically impossible. Finally, I encase her in your arms and it manages to relax her. Soon, she's practically cooing in my ear as we basically slow dance on the sidewalk.

With my mother practically melting in my arms, now is as good a time as any to try my luck.

The woman who gave me birth looks up at me with dreamy eyes. I respond by leaning down and aggressively cupping her butt cheeks. She yelps in surprise at my forwardness, but doesn't immediately push me away.

"What are you doing?" she asks, trying to stop herself from letting out a moan.

"I'm just going to miss you so much," I reply. My hands continue to roughly knead at her ass cheeks through her dress. It looks like she wants to say something, but she bites her lip and allows me to continue fondling her.

"We shouldn't be doing this, John. This isn't appropriate," she says, but I couldn't care less. I only have her for one more day and then she'll be heading back home with my dad, where she won't have a chance to get touched like this again. And she knows it too.

I lean forward, gently kissing her neck as my hands continue to knead at her ass.

"Okay, that's enough," she says as she pulls away from my grasp. I give her butt one last goodbye squeeze and then feign innocence.

"Sorry, Mom. You just look so good in that outfit and I'm so nervous about not seeing you again, I just got mixed up. That's all."

She stares at me with incredulity, but eventually accepts the apology. "I guess I'm partly to blame too, being back on this campus makes me feel so... different," she says. "Let's just agree to forget this ever happened. And we won't tell your father, right?" I eagerly nod, as I have no interest in starting a fight just yet.

The rest of the walk back to the dorm is quiet and awkward, with my mom ensuring that I walk into the building first, presumably so I won't touch her or check her out.

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I take out your phone to find a new message from Monica, my old friend from high school. She just moved in today too and she happens to be in the same dorm building, several floors up.

Hey, just wanted to let you know me and my mom finished unpacking.

Cool. I reply back.

Yeah, so if you want to come up whenever you're done downstairs, you're more than welcome to ;)

Before I can respond, she quickly sends another message.

Fair warning though - Mom's been drinking... like all day. So just a head's up.

Uh oh. Monica's mom is a pretty heavy drinker. It can get... awkward. I turn away from the door and start to make my way upstairs.

As I'm walking down the dorm's hallway towards the elevator, I pass by what I can only assume is my RA's door. Inside, I hear two people talking: a man and a woman.

"I don't know. Are you sure we have enough time?" the woman asks.

"Of course we do, but not if you keep wasting time. Now, get to work," the man says.

"I just think I should meet up with the girls and — gah!" Before the woman can even finish her sentence, I hear her start gagging.

"That's it. Just like that, you fucking slut," the man says. The woman only responds with half-hearted grunts, but from the slick sounds on the other side of the door, I can tell she's taking her duty seriously.

I slowly make my way over to the door, and push it open slowly. I can hardly believe my eyes at the sight. There on her knees is Heather West, the school's head cheerleader. Before I came to this school, I'd heard how hot she was, but I am sure I've never see her in person.

And now she's only a handful of feet away, sucking some guy's dick. His dicks flops out of her mouth with a pop as she switches to giving him a handjob.

"Are you almost done, Kyle? The pep rally starts in like an hour," she says.

Kyle, the RA, just hushes her and directs her mouth back to his thick erection. "Less talking, more sucking, babe."

I feel the urge to make use of the lights floating ahead. Either to break up this playtime, or somehow include myself in it. But, I ultimately close the door and continue on my way into the elevator. I make a mental note to have Kyle watch as his girlfriend sucks my dick someday.

When I arrive at Monica's dorm, I knock on the door and wait for her to answer. To my surprise though, it's actually Mrs. Wilson that opens the door. Monica wasn't kidding when she said her mom was already drunk - Mrs. Wilson is carelessly waving a flask around like she's at a bar rather than a college dormitory.

"Oh hi, John! Did Monica call you?" Mrs. Wilson asks, leaning in close to me. She tries to whisper, but it's somehow louder than if she had just spoken normally. "It hasn't even been five minutes since she got all her stuff unpacked and she's already got gentlemen callers."

"Mom, leave him alone!" Monica shouts from somewhere deeper in the room.

Mrs. Wilson shrugs and opens the path. I'm not entirely sure, but I think she winked at me as I walked by.

Upon walking into the dorm, I'm immediately struck by how pretty Monica looks sitting by the window of her new dorm room. Back home, Monica and Mrs. Wilson lived in a trailer park that wasn't exactly known for its stellar living conditions.

"Mom — can you please stop drinking? We have a guest," Monica says.

"What? You mean John? It never stopped me before." Mrs. Wilson chuckles and then looks me in the eye. "What do you say, John? You like to party, don't you?"

Before I can reply, several lights start floating around in the window by Monica. For a second, I'm curious if either of the women might see or react to them, but of course they don't.

Eager to broaden my grasp of the lights and their functions, I absorb a new light. An orange one.

Upon drawing in the light, several words immediately begin echoing in my head:

Sleep

Sleep

Sleep

Before I can wonder who's going to sleep, Mrs. Wilson stumbles forward and collapses onto the floor in an almost comedic manner.

Huh. Well, that was easy.

At first, I expect Monica to start complaining about her mother again, but instead her entire demeanor starts to change.

"We're finally alone," she says before looking at her mother's **** body, "Well, as alone as we're going to get in here, at least."

I look over at her mother's passed-out body on the flood and nod.

"Come have a seat next to me," she says, gently patting a spot between her and her mother. It's a tight squeeze, so I have to take my time moving Mrs. Wilson over to fit in completely. Monica helps move her mom's legs while I'm responsible for handling the busty topside. Not that I'm complaining.

"So, what should we do now?" Monica asks. I notice her tits are now basically hanging out and there's a mischievous glint in her eye.

I decide to capitalize on this opportunity and quickly start unzipping my pants.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Monica asks.

"Well, your mom's passed out and we're alone in this big, locked dorm. What else did you have in mind?" I whip out my limp cock and start strocking it for emphasis.

"I mean, I thought we could make out, not —"

I cut her off before she can continue, "Why not both?"

Monica is about to respond, but her attraction to me is too strong to ignore. She looks over at her mom's sleeping body one last time before setting her gaze directly on me.

"Okay, give me that cock," she eagerly says.

If this is the college life, I could definitely get used to it.

It's almost surprising her quickly Monica eases into her new role. I lean back on the bed as her plump lips slowly start to engulf the entirety of my cock.

She slowly descends, savoring the moment almost as much as me. When she comes back up, her lips disconnect from my cock with a loud pop and she smiles at me.

"Like that?" she asks, always the eager student.

I happily nod and place a hand on the back of her head, guiding her back to work. While she enjoys licking and slurping and gagging away at my dick, my hands start to slide along her mom's ample booty. Getting a blowjob from a childhood friend and molesting her mom? I deserve an award.

Just as I'm about to cum, I hold her head in place. At first, Monica resists, unsure what's happening, but as the first spurts of my load hit the back of her throat, she relaxes and focuses on getting as much of it down as possible.

By now, Mrs. Wilson is moaning repeatedly as she starts to wake up. Monica panics and tries to pull her head off, but I **** it in place. Thinking quickly, I forcefully pump my shaft in and out of her mouth a few more times, holding her head down to make sure she gets absolutely all of it. By the time I'm finished, her makeup is all but ruined, and she's gasping desperately for air.

I take my time in putting my pants back on. It's worth the risk to see the panic on Monica's face. Mrs. Wilson is seconds away from waking up.

"I'm sure you had fun," I grin.

Before she can reply, the door closes. I hear an audible sigh as I leave her dorm.