Mom: Yes Honey Im Sure. This New Mole On My Back Scares Me And I Want To Make Sure Its Nothing Serious.

mom: What's the matter sweetie, don't like my costume? Your friend's having that Christmas party and I wanna be as cute as possible. I know you don't like him that much but he's real nice to me. Always offering to oil me up in the summer. Remember when he got me those Victoria's Secret thongs for my birthday? That must've cost him so much. I had to thank him by sending pics of me in them, it's only fair. Now since he saw those he's been trying to get to to come to his party. Yes, I'm going like this. No, it's final! I already sent him a selfie of it and he can't get enough. I'm gonna buy him a Santa hat too, so he can ride his little reindeer all Christmas Eve night.

mom: ¨Whats the problem honey? Im just showing off my new glasses to all my friends on facebook. No its not inappropriate at all, I have my shorts on dont I? All the guys I sent this pic to said it was perfect for facebook, but it took a few poses and outfits to get it right. Look how many likes and shares I have already! Everyone in the state is going to see this lol.¨

You thought it was inappropriate that the guys in your town would send your mom underwear for her birthday. You thought it was REALLY inappropriate when shed send them pics of her modeling them.

Your mom has a really popular Instagram, where she posts pics of her ever expanding tattoos. You usually never think about it but Mike, who you're having a sleepover with, just asked about seeing more pics of her. He just met her today, so you assume he wants to check out more of her tattoos. So you give him her @ info without thinking twice. As soon as he pulled up her Insta, he seemed distracted. “well, he must be tired” you thought. 

You let mike have your bed for the night, while you sleep on the floor. You're about to fall asleep, but you still see him on his phone in the dark. after a few minuets, you hear your sheets rustle, and suddenly mike’s boxer briefs land on your face, the crotch area right on your nose and mouth. You decide not to say anything, since you figure it'd be embarrassing for him to know you're awake while he's naked in your bed.

While you try to fall asleep, and admire the new scent presented to you, you almost didn't realize mike started to jerk off. He was starring directly at his phone, while his hand was working fast under your favorite fuzzy blanket. The whole time he's whispering things like ‘fucking slut’ and other curses to himself in heat. Suddenly you hear Mike start to breath heavily and jerk faster. You knew as soon as he came, because you could hear him panting, and his thick streaks of cum hitting your bed and pillow. After what was an amazing orgasm you see him clean off his messy cock, and cum covered abs and chest, with your blanket. 

“Oh well” you thought “Ill wash them tomorrow, I'm just glad Mike feels better! I wonder what made him cum so hard...” Just as the thought enters your mind you catch a glimpse of his phone laying flat on your bed, and on the screen you see this:

You recognize the shirt... and more importantly the tattoos... uh oh.

Your mom is a braniac, so she decided to to become a volunteer tutor for the boys at your college. She was an instant hit. You stopped counting how many familiar guys shed bring up to her room so they could ¨study real hard¨ as she put it. Often, you could go on instagram and find pics of your moms study sessions as they were happening. It was clear that she had a talent for keeping their attention.

You were proud of your mom for going to the gym more, but you wish she didnt post pics of her sweat covered ass on instagram. 

mom: ¨I´m so glad your buddies invited me to join you on spring break! I haven't done this since I was your age, and I cant believe I still fit into my old two piece. When I first slipped it on I had a hard time getting around my boobs, but your friend john was nice enough to help me squeeze them in. Baby what do you expect, we only have 2 rooms and 8 people. If I´m sharing a room with three guys they´re gonna see me get changed. They aren´t bothering anyone, and they were nice enough to bring me. 

We´ve gotten really close the past few days, like family. If I´m in the shower and one of them needs to use it next, I don´t mind them waiting in the bathroom. It gives us some alone time to talk one on one, even if I have to pull back the curtain a bit so I can hear them. Hell, If we´re getting ready for bed, I´ll let them hop in with me so we can get ready faster. Baby stop shaking... its ok, we just help each other wash up. 

We even share beds! The guys take turns sleeping with me. Its so much fun, we have pillow talk, tickle fights, and I get to cuddle with a cute young guy every night while I fall asleep. I just wish they weren't so hormonal, I keep getting my ass poked by an accidental boners throughout the night, some of them even hold on to me and hump me in their sleep. I just play along, its good to let them get it out of their systems. My pjs consist of thongs and tank tops, of course they´re gonna get hard tangled up in bed with me. By the time I wake up, my pjs are lost in the sheets and I have your friends sweat all over me.

Honey whats that stain on your swim trunks? Maybe you should go in the water till it disappears... ooh look, Mikes coming this way. we´re gonna go back to the room baby, he wants me to model some new bikinis I bought yesterday. 

Growing up, your mom tried really hard to be the ¨cool mom.¨ She was successful for the most part, but only because she wore headbands as shirts and tiny shorts everywhere. It got to the point that your friends hung out with her more than you. one on one, of course. They´d be over for hours at a time and only say ¨hello¨ and ¨goodbye” to you. Eventually they started having sleepovers, your mom always wore the special pajamas she bought just for those occasions. Her favorite was one she called the ¨string shirt,¨ which was really a bra made out of tiny straps with little patches of lace just covering her nipples. It always made you uncomfortable, but dont worry, the string shirt never stayed on for long. It was usually hanging from the headboard that would be banging against your bedroom wall for most of the night.