Chapter 10: College Days

Anal intercourse became one of their favorite playtime pastimes, although because of his large size she was never able to do it more than once a week. This wasn't really a problem and having it somewhat restricted even seemed to spice it up a little for them.

Most of the summer was spent looking at schools, applying for admission and making the final decision. Evan's father's and grandfather's association with a fraternity turned out to be even more fortuitous than just financial. Some of the schools had closed out their enrollments by then but a word to the local alumni chapter seemed to open the door every time.

It was a difficult decision but they finally settled on a medium-sized school far away from where they currently lived. The distance didn't really matter since they planned to sell the house and move to the new town for the duration.

A little cleaning, a little paint, and the house was ready for market. Luckily it sold quickly and they were ready to head out for a new start in their new town.

Moving away had a number of advantages. First, but not least, was the fact that neither of them could stand the thought of leaving the other; that had not even been a serious consideration. Second, in the new town they weren't known as Evan and Cheri, mother and son, they were the new freshman that lived with the foxy older chick. They could afford to be seen together and not worry if they were showing inappropriate affection towards each other.

With the proceeds from the sale they were able to buy a nice four-bedroom house, larger than they needed but a steal at the price they paid. Evan figured they weren't paying any extra for the additional bedrooms and while they would sleep in one, another would be his study and another set aside for Cheri's use. The fourth would be made up for any guests they might have.

Amazingly, the only problem they ran into was that of free time. For Cheri that is; Evan didn't have to worry about free time. Between classes, studying, eating and fucking he had more than he knew what to do with. Sometimes it came down to a choice between fucking and eating, well not much of a choice really: he could always grab a bite between classes or lose a few pounds.

Unfortunately free time was becoming a problem for Cheri. Before she had wasted time watching crap on TV or doing busy work for her husband. Evan didn't like her watching that much TV and considered busy work a stupid waste of time so he never assigned it. There was only so much cleaning and picking up after an adult male and generally speaking he was a fairly neat example of the species.

"What do you want to do?" he asked all too often.

What did she want to do? It wasn't something she really had thought about much. That was what Jack and then Evan were supposed to do: tell her what she wanted to do. Except Evan didn't play that very well so he would spend hours grilling her on what she thought of this or that, her opinion of what that person did or what that group thought. He had her try new hobbies, painting, photography, decorating, even singing. She liked some of them but not enough to keep it up on a regular basis.

Then one day he handed her a book and told he to read it and tell him what she liked or disliked about it. Now reading was something she had never done for pleasure. Some people did and some didn't, and she had always considered herself one of those that didn't. At first it wasn't that pleasurable. It was a novel, kind of a romance and kind of a mystery. She didn't think it was much fun but she tackled it like she did everything else he told her to do: the best she could.

Without even realizing it something clicked about halfway through that first book. Suddenly the words stimulated her imagination and the visions and objects and characters swirled through her head like a great watercolor painting left out in the rain. She bubbled and giggled trying to talk fast enough to say everything she wanted to about what she read. The author was right about this, stupid about that, why did he have the woman doing this when no real woman would do it that way.

Evan was fascinated by her enthusiasm. Not so much because she liked the book -- actually she didn't, really -- but because of the way she tore it apart getting to the very essence of the writing.

"Why don't you try writing a review for me?" he asked.

"Oh I couldn't do that," she replied. "I'm no writer and certainly don't know enough to actually review someone else's work. I mean he's a published author. Who am I to criticize what he's done?"

"You are a highly intelligent woman who obviously knows what she liked and didn't like about the book. I want to see you put this down on paper and as my slave you will do as I tell you, now won't you?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

Evan very rarely came out and gave her direct orders or referred to her status as his property other than in their sex play, but when he did he meant business and she had no choice but to obey. In fact when he did get forceful it always made her horny. Even this little act of possessiveness and dominance made the juices flow and if she had been wearing any panties they would have been damp very soon. As it was she was wearing her usual short skirt, sans panties, and heeled sandals. He liked her dressing sexily even if she was just cleaning toilets for the day.

"I can always buy more clothes if you ruin them," he said, "and for the chance to see you in all your glory, it's worth it."

"Yes, Master," she repeated. "Anything you say, your word is my law, your wish my command."

Slowly she slid out of her chair onto her knees in front of him as he sat across from her. Locking her eyes on his she reached out finding his belt buckle and zipper. Deliberately she undid both and pulled his pants down to mid thigh. Knowing what his calling her a slave did to her, he just grinned and lay back expecting to do little but enjoy the show.

After pulling his pants down she tugged his briefs down allowing his prick spring up, pointing in the air like a flagpole. Obviously he had anticipated her response and was more than ready for it.

Cheri greedily eyed his throbbing pole, leaned forward and quickly slurped him up like a hungry monkey going after a banana. Sucking slowly and strongly, she tasted him, letting her tongue trace the veins bulging on the underside of his cock. Delicious as he may be, this wasn't what she craved right then. Pulling her head back and letting him fall from her mouth she stood up. Reaching down she grabbed the hem of the skirt and rolled it up to her waist leaving her naked to his gaze.

Like an exotic dancer she began swaying to music only she could hear while moving closer and closer. Spreading her legs outside of his she drew her cunt closer to his prick as her hands fondled his face and ran fingers through his hair.

"Oh yes, Milord, my master," she cooed making her pledge sound like a tease, "I shall do whatever you command, oh mighty one."

As soon as the head of his cock touched her glistening pussy lips one hand snaked down to guide him firmly into her entrance. With a sigh she sat down letting him sink straight into her like some thick stake impaling her.

"Ahhhhh," she groaned as she finally came to rest in his lap his entire length deeply imbedded in her hot moist tunnel. Eyes closed, she leaned forward wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips hungrily seeking his. The kiss was deep and hard. While her tongue probed into his mouth she began to move her hips up and down his shaft, fucking herself on his rock-hard meat pole. There were small, slow, movements at first, just enough so that both of them could feel the delightful friction as they heated up. Evan's arms went around his mother's waist helping her when she moved but otherwise allowing her to control the speed of their intimate exercise.

"Ohhh Evan! This feels soooo good, baby," she muttered even as she kept her lips locked on his.

Gradually she increased the pace until she was sliding up and down his pole almost coming completely off him at the top of her stroke and then pushing down hard jamming him as far into her as he could go. Soon her thrusts became ragged rather than smooth, her breathing sharp and deep. She groaned and moaned into his mouth seeming to lose interest in anything except the cock filling her to capacity.

"Oh God! Soooo goooood! Soooo goooood!" Her arms tightened around his neck. Breaking their kiss Cheri buried her face in his shoulder as he began thrusting back at her, matching her stroke for stroke. Evan could sense she was close to climax and he could feel he was right there with her. Trying to hold back, he resisted his own desire for release, wanting to wait until she came for his own climax.

When she came he immediately felt it. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on him hard as she tried to screw herself even farther onto his prick. Her body went rigid, head back, mouth open in a soundless scream. As soon as he felt her climax he released his hold and felt the truly orgasmic upsurge of his sperm and semen as it raced out of his balls, up through his cock and into her waiting pussy. Spurt after spurt flooded her until his spunk began to leak out around his tool and drip down onto the chair.

They stayed clenched together for a long time, well beyond when he stopped cuming and she stopped shaking. For a while they sat there, holding each other, gently resting against one another. After a bit their lips sought each other and they gently and tenderly kissed, lightly, lips barely touching, featherlight against each other. Dreamily she partly opened her eyes looking at him as their foreheads rested lightly against each other, smiling like a cat filled with cream.

"Mmm," she purred, "I guess I have to write a review, don't I?"

"Yes," he replied hugging her tightly, "but not right now. I kind of like sitting here with you, just like this."

"As you wish, Master," sighing she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder feeling very comfortable.

Writing turned out to be easier than she first thought, or at least not as difficult. In fact it was kind of fun, but she wondered if what she wrote was any good. Evan wasn't what you would call a real English major and although he would grade her writing she suspected he did so with a real curve. After all, it can't hurt to be fucking your professor, can it? When she talked to Evan about it, he suggested that she audit a couple of writing courses if she was really interested and if she liked it she could register as a non-traditional student next term.

"Any education can't hurt you," Evan prompted, "I think you once told me that, and I have to believe the words of a very smart woman. Give it a try anyway. If you like it, you can continue. If not you can quit; no harm, no foul."

So that way their household became that of two college students instead of just one. Of course Cheri wasn't a full time student; she still had a house to take of, cooking, cleaning, laundry and of course one highly oversexed teenager to service. It was a busy time but undoubtedly one of the richest and most fulfilling she could ever remember.

Looking back she couldn't understand how she ever had the time to watch TV like she did and what a waste of precious time it had been. Or what a waste her two sexless years after Jack died had been. Okay, she told herself, she couldn't really see herself seducing a fifteen-year-old but still what a waste! She was alive, busy, fucked and loved; life couldn't get any better than this, now could it?

Part of the fun of being a college student is being able to immerse yourself in the culture and rhythm of a college town. Being with so many young people made her feel young herself. She enjoyed perusing the main drag with its bookstores, coffeehouses, bars and other shops catering to the student clientéle. Knowing that a college town can be somewhat more liberal than elsewhere, she was still surprised to find that there were a number of sexually-oriented stores just off the main drag. Some were just bookstores that carried paperbacks and magazines for all sexual persuasions; some were more like boutiques that specialized in various subcultures.

One that fascinated her was called Chained Love and as the name implied it specialized in bondage and sadomasochism. She loved to look through the various restraints and envision Evan clamping them on or tying them up while she dangled helplessly in his grasp. There were so many toys she had no clue what they were for, although you could get a pretty good idea using your imagination. She hadn't brought Evan down there yet but she intended to, maybe for Christmas, or their anniversary.

One day while looking over the merchandise she was interrupted by a soft husky voice behind her shoulder.

"Can I help you with anything, my Sister?"

Puzzled Cheri looked around wondering if there had been some mistake. Maybe she wasn't the one she was talking to, or maybe she had been mistaken for someone else. She turned and noticed a pair of very blue eyes looking at her from under a head of very blonde hair. Flowing down to a little below shoulder length the hair framed a heart-shaped face with full lips and a classic Nordic nose. Very pretty, Cheri thought, no not fair; gorgeous is what she is. The body supporting that head was fairly slim with flaring hips and a very well proportioned bosom. Somewhat older than the average student, she could have been twenty-five give or take a couple of years.

"Ah, pardon me?" Cheri said.

"I said may I help you, my Sister." The girl looked at her somewhat quizzically.

Blushing Cheri said, "Oh no, I'm just looking. You have some very, mmm, interesting things here. In fact I'm not sure what a lot of them are."

"Well, let me show you around and you can ask me whatever you want. We're here to teach as well as sell."

"Oh I wouldn't want you to waste your time on me."

"Sister, it's my job as well as my pleasure." The blonde goddess smiled and it was like turning a light on in the room. "If I may be so bold, there aren't many of us around here, so it would be nice to talk to another one."

"Another of us?" Cheri asked feeling she had completely lost control of the conversation.

"You know, us," she was wearing a sleeveless turtleneck and as she spoke one hand pulled down the neck to display a collar almost identical to the one Cheri was wearing.

"Oh," Cheri said in surprise, her hand going to her throat and her collar, "Oh, I guess I never thought of it before. I never thought someone else would have one. Silly of me. If I have one, I suppose a lot of people do."

"How long have you been collared?" the blonde girl asked peering at Cheri intently. When Cheri didn't answer immediately, she quickly continued, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry, but you don't seem to know a lot about being collared."

Blushing, Cheri answered, "I guess I don't. I just got it about six months ago. I didn't know there was anything to really know about it. Other than what it means between, well between..."

"Your master and yourself, you mean."

"Well yes," she blushed again and looked around to see if anyone else was in the store listening.