It's just the Friday before the start of Christmas break. I've been busting my ass over the last week to get all of my tests and classes done in time to head home for a well deserved break. I'm six feet tall, just over a hundred and a hundred and eighty five pounds. I run my fingers through my short red hair as I go over the things I'm bringing home. It comes down to a backpack and a laundry basket of dirty clothes, not much else.

 I put my stuff onto my bed, and do a last minute clean up of my side of the room. My mom is a bit of a neat freak, she'd hate to see even a dirty sock on the floor. It's a small room, just barely big enough for the two beds pushed up against either wall, and the desk along the third wall. A TV was propped on top of it, with an x-box plugged into it. The space between the two beds is probably only five feet, barely enough room to put a sleeping bag down.

 "I really hope she get's here soon," I say to the empty room. "The snow storm could start soon, and I'd hate to be stuck in the dorm room for the start of winter break.

 I hear a knock on the door and spring up. I toss the shirt I was holding into my hamper and walk to the door. "Hi mom," I say brightly as I open it up.

"Hi, Honey!" I say, my eyes dancing with joy at seeing you. The last time we saw each other was during Parents' Weekend back in October. Since Freshman aren't allowed to have cars at school, I am here to bring you home for the Christmas holiday. I reach out to give you a hug before looking around your room.

My name is Julie and my husband (your dad) is Dan. I am 42 years old, 5’8”, 135 pounds, long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, a trim waist and long slender legs, which are visible beneath the brown wool plaid skirt I am wearing. A pair of black leather knee-high boots, a white cotton button down blouse and a down jacket complete my outfit.

"Where's your roomie?" I ask, noticing that his stuff is still scattered about. You tell me he is probably over at the gym and probably won't be back until after we leave. You gather your belongings and we head out to my car, which is parked in the dorm parking lot. As you stow your stuff in the trunk, I start the car....well, try to start the car, anyway. When I turn the key, all I hear is - - nothing! As you climb into the passenger seat, I tell you the car won't start, but not to worry since I have AAA. A quick call to AAA and the operator says the soonest someone can come to fix the car is in the morning. I see the look of disappointment on your face, so I pat your thigh and say, "Don't worry! We can stay the night in your room and be on our way first thing in the morning."

 We return to your room and I hang my coat in your closet before plopping down on your bed. "So, we have no car. What should we do to pass the time until tomorrow?" I ask as you flip on the television set. You mention that Chris, your room mate, has some beer in your little fridge and ask if I'd like one. Cocking my eyebrow and giving you a stern look, I say, "Red, I hope you haven't made a habit of drinking beer....you are here to get an education....not to party." You roll your eyes and start with your excuses as you reach in the fridge and grab two beers, opening the bottles and handing one to me....

"Mooom," I say, "I had my first beer with you and Dad when I was sixteen. I know how to handle myself. And you've been to college," I take a swig from my bottle, "sometimes you just need a little of the good stuff to unwind. I don't party every night, and I get all my school work done. Everybody wins, right?"

That explanation seems to appease you, for now. I sit back on the floor and start flipping through channels. "We don't have much in the ways of entertainment in the dormroom. We'll just have to find something good on the TV I guess." Despite saying that, my eyes keep flitting back towards you on my bed. I don't know what it is, but something about how the dress and shoes goes together makes you look super hot. I mentally punch myself for thinking my mother is hot and try to focus on the TV.

"Yeah, okay. I just don't want you to lose sight of why you're here," I say in response before taking a sip. The cold liquid tastes good and I take a bigger drink the second time as you flip through the channels. "I don't notice you looking over at me from your seat on the floor, for if I did, I'd certainly make sure that my skirt is adjusted properly so you cannot see the white lace panties I am wearing.

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Unknown to me, your roomie Chris has told you on more than one occasion that your mom is a MILF. This upset you at first, but now has become a kind of joke between the two of you. His mom and dad are divorced; dad has remarried and is honeymooning in Europe with the new wife while his mom is dating a real asshole that doesn't get along with Chris. As such, he has elected to stay at school for the holiday and you kind of feel sorry for him having to be alone for Christmas.

As you scroll through the limited cable channels available in the dorm, I say, "Red, honey, I didn't bring a suitcase or anything since I figured we be leaving right away. Do you have a large sweatshirt or something I can change into. These clothes aren't going to be too comfortable come bedtime and I'd like to change if possible."

It takes me a moment to process what you've said. While you adjusted yourself on my bed I got an eye full of the white lace. It was just for a second, but I now knew my mother had a thing for sexy underwear. "Sure Mom," I say. I stand up and go to the closet. I flit through the clothes I have, finally finding an oversized maroon sweatshirt that I hardly ever wear. I walk back to the bed and hand it to you,

 "Do you want me to step outside while you change?" I ask, knowing full well what the answer will be.

"Nope, but you can close your eyes if you don't mind. It's probably not appropriate for you to see your mother change." You turn back to the television and close your eyes, but if you look sideways, there is a mirror on the wall the reflects a large portion of the room. "Okay, eyes closed," you say and make a big production of putting your hands over your face.

I tug the high leather boots from my feet and remove the little socks I was wearing before standing and undoing the snap of my skirt, which slowly slides over my hips and gathers at my feet. Stepping out of my discarded skirt, I begin to unbutton my blouse starting with the top button and working downward. As the cotton material slides off my shoulders, I undo the front clasp of my bra and toss it on the bed. Clad only in my panties, I slide the maroon sweatshirt over my head and look in the mirror. "Yes, this will do," I say, noting that the bottom comes about half way down my thighs and the bulky cotton material shields my breasts.

 I take a seat on your bed again and grab a pillow, which I place between my back and the wall before curling my long, tan legs underneath me. With another long sip of beer, I tell you that it is all clear and you can open your eyes.....

I'd seen everything. It wasn't hard to sneak a peek through my fingers as you were changing, and when I got a glimpse of you stepping out of your skirt, I couldn't look away. The white lace panties look so good on your ass. And when you undid your bra, and I got an eyeful of your magnificent breasts in the mirror, I immediately got stiff. I was running through ways to keep that sweatshirt from ever getting washed again when you told me to uncover my eyes.

I take a long swig of beer, to hopefully drown the bad thoughts creeping into my mind. "I hope that shirt is comfy," I say, trying to get my mind off of my dirty thoughts.

"Better than those boots and wool skirt," I say as I finish my beer. "Say, since we won't be driving anywhere tonight, do you think Chris will mind if you mom bums another beer off him," I ask, holding out the empty.

As you get up to grab a fresh one, I say, "That X-Box thingie you have there....I've heard so much about how great they are. In my day, it was Mario Brothers and Donkey Kong. Why don't you show me what all the hype is about."

So long as you're okay buying him more," I say as I hand you a fresh one.

 "Okay, Mom, I'll see if I can impress you," I grab a generic fighting game. "This one shouldn't be too hard for you to figure out. It pretty much just needs you to hit as many buttons as possible to beat me. Winner gets the bed?"

"Winner gets the bed?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "That hardly seems fair....I haven't done this for at least 15 years. maybe give me a chance to warm up first, eh?"

As I finish speaking, the door to your room opens and in walks your roommate, Chris, wearing workout clothes and dripping with sweat despite to cool temperatures outside. The surprise on his face is comical and he takes a minute to figure out who I am, but quickly recovers and say, "Oh, hi Mrs. C!" he says, taking in my bare thighs, legs and feet, and my perfectly pedicured toes done in pink nail polish.

"Hi Chris," I say with a pleasant smile. "Hope you don't mind me stealing one of your beers...well, two actually," I say with a grin. "My car broke down in the parking lot and it looks like it will be the three of us tonight....I hope you don't mind but I can't even get to a hotel." Chris lets his gaze linger a bit longer before saying, "Not a problem, Mrs. C. And have as many of my beers as you want. I need to take a quick shower, then I'll be back and maybe we can get a little competition going," he smiles and indicates the video game console.

Chris grabs his shower bag and starts for the door, but before he leaves, he opens his closet and pulls out a bottle of Jaegermeister. "Maybe we can make it interesting and play for shots," he says with a naughty smile as he leaves to take his shower.

As soon as he leaves I sit on the bed next to you and ask, "Do you want to try and compete with Chris? He gets pretty...hardcore when he's drunk," I warn.

I put a hand on yours, "If you're uncomfortable, say so."

I make no move to pull my hand away, and say, "No, it'll be fun. If I lose, I lose....no biggie. What, I may have to sleep on the floor?" I look at you and giggle. "Believe me, I've slept in worse places before....it will be fine...."

"No, it's not that..." I look at the door, to make certain he's gone to the shower. "It's that once he gets really hammered, the punishments he thinks up can get a little...risque. One guy had to run around the dorm naked, and another girl had to go talk to her floor director without a bra and panties on." I reach over and hug you tightly, 'You're my mom, so he might go easy, but that's no guarantee.

Maybe it's the beer, or something else, but when you hug me, a strange feeling begins in my stomach. I rest my head on your shoulder and notice the strong scent of cologne you are wearing, pleasant and manly. "I'm a big girl," I mumble into your shoulder. "It'll be fine." Pulling back, I look into your eyes and say with a smile, "Maybe it will be you running around the dorm naked."

Just then, Chris comes back and tosses his wet towel over a chair.....

He's just in his shorts, showing off his mighty abs. I'm not the worst shape guy in the world, but Chris is the kind of guy that makes everyone that isn't a gym regular to feel a little insecure. I notice how your eyes linger on his washboard stomach.

"Alright," he says with a broad grin, "here's the game. Ultimate fight tournament, we'll play each other in one on one fights, loser takes a shot. Once we all get a good buzz going, then the real fun will start. Alright with you, Mrs. C?" He asks.

I stand up and go over to him. I whisper, "Chris, remember this is my mom, no crazy stuff okay?"  "Like when I got Kelly Strom to give you a BJ after she lost six games in a row? Of course buddy," he says with a grin I can't quiet believe.

 After nine games, I've got a pretty good buzz going, you're starting to get close to completely drunk, and Chris is almost sober. "Okay, Mrs. C, that's another loss. I'll start the punishment easy, what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?

The three of us are seated on your bed, with me sandwiched between you two guys. The Jaeger is hitting me pretty hard and I can tell I'm drunk, but still feel in control. I'm reclined on the bed, propped up on my side by an elbow, with my feet near Chris. I giggle and say, "Chris, I AM a married woman, you know," as I hold out my left hand, showing him the big diamond ring your dad gave me when we married. "I probably shouldn't be talking about such things with my son's room mate. It's not like I'm one of the sorority bimbos you guys bring back here for your little competitions." You start to protest, but I say, "Sshhhh....Red, honey, I heard what he said about Kelly Strom," as I look over at Chris and wink.

My legs are still tucked up under me, but the hem of the sweatshirt has ridden up a bit, exposing a good deal of my firm thighs...and maybe even a hint of panty if seen from the right angle....and Chris is at the right angle.

"In response, I look at you, then Chris, and say, "I'm not going to say what the kinkiest thing I've ever done is. Here's how we'll play this. You throw out a challenge....or punishment as you call it....and if I feel it is over the line, I'll tell you to fuck off....how does that sound?"

Your jaw drops, unable to believe that I just said what I said, but Chris grins widely and says, "Deal, Mrs. C. We have a deal...."

I start to protest but you shush me again, "It's okay, honey, mommy knows what she's doing."

Chris thinks for a moment. And then smiles devilishly, "How about, you take off your panties, and continue the game commando?"

I hesitate for a second, but then start to climb to my feet. I hear you begin to protest, but I look at you and smile. "Red, I told you I'm a big girl and can handle this myself." I'm a bit unsteady on my feet, so you reach out and grab my hip to steady me as I slip my hands under the big maroon sweatshirt and slide my panties off my hips and down my legs.

I grab your arm and bend down to gather my discarded panties from the floor before holding them out to Chris. "To the victor go the spoils, I suppose," I say with a grin, my worn panties dangling from my perfectly manicured fingers......