Melissa pulled up to the curb in front of the dormitory, parking her car by the sidewalk. “We’re here, honey!” she exclaimed with a smile as her daughter Elisabeth gathered her things from the backseat. It was the first day back after winter break, and Melissa wanted to make sure Elisabeth felt loved before dropping her back off at college.
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll see you in a few months!” Elisabeth said, leaning into the car to kiss her on the cheek. Melissa felt her heart tug but knew this was just part of growing up. She got out to help unload Elisabeth’s bags from the trunk when suddenly a group of young men approached.
“Whoa, you must be Elisabeth’s mom!” One remarked, eyeing Melissa up and down approvingly. Melissa blushed at the compliment as the boys openly flirted with her. For a 42-year-old married mother of two, attention from college-aged guys was definitely flattering.
“You’re pretty hot for a MILF!” another chimed in, causing the others to chuckle. Melissa didn’t know what to say but smiled politely.
“Hey, show some respect,” Elisabeth said with an eye roll. “Mom, this is Kevin, my RA. Guys, this is my mom, Mrs. Berger.”
“Mrs. Berger, huh?” Kevin said, extending his hand for a handshake but pulling Melissa in for a hug instead. “I’m Kevin. It’s so nice to finally meet you! We’ve heard a lot about you from Lizzy here.” Melissa could feel his hands linger on her back a bit too long before he pulled away.
“Uh, yes, it’s nice to meet you too,” Melissa stammered, flustered by the close quarters. “I should really get going…”
“What? No way!” Kevin interrupted. “We’re having a huge frat party tonight, and you HAVE to come! The guys would kill me if I let you leave town without stopping by. Plus, you’d be the hottest chick there in a room full of 19-year-olds. C’mon, it’ll be a blast!”
Melissa opened her mouth to protest, but Elisabeth chimed in, “Please, Mom? It would be fun, I think. You could use a night out!” She had promised her dad she would make sure her mom was well taken care of. Melissa now realizes what she meant by that.
Seeing her daughter’s pleading eyes, Melissa relented. “Okay, sure, why not? I’m already here and don’t have anything going on at home.” The men cheered and promised to take good care of them.
Later that night, Melissa stalled in Elisabeth’s dorm room, her closet wide open as they dug through clothes. “I don’t think I can wear any of these,” Melissa fretted, holding up tiny crop tops. “They’re made for a 19-year-old.”
“Just try the white tank top, Mom. I bet it will look great!” Elisabeth encouraged. Melissa slipped it on over her 38D braless breasts. Even though it barely covered her nipples, the look was sexy. But when she put on the plaid mini-skirt, it rode up mid-thigh on her, the hemline much shorter than on Elisabeth’s petite frame.
“I think this might be a mistake,” Melissa said, tugging it down. “Maybe I’m too old to dress like this.”
“Nonsense, Mom, you look amazing! Now let’s go before I change my mind about you coming,” Elisabeth said, grabbing her hand and leading her out the door.
But as they strutted down ‘Frat Row’, the wolf whistles and cat calls from passing guys told a different story. Melissa’s confidence grew with each step, her hips swaying in the too-short skirt until they reached the house.
The party was in full swing, with beer pong tables, DJ music, and scantily clad co-eds dancing in the front yard. Kevin spotted them and came jogging over for hugs.
“Elisabeth! Mrs. Berger, you made it!” He said, picking up Elisabeth in a spin before pulling Melissa in tight, his hands “accidentally” grazing her ass. “You look fantastic, Mrs. Berger,” he whispered in her ear. Melissa felt herself flush.
Elisabeth made a face. “Get a room, you two,” she thought but bit her tongue. Her mom was way too old for Kevin at 23. She excused herself to find friends.
“Can I get you a drink?” Kevin asked, putting his hand on Melissa’s back to lead her inside. She followed his chiseled, shirtless torso through the crowd. Finding a corner, they sipped beers and chatted.
But their conversation was cut short when a group of guys came barreling by, jostling Kevin. In slow motion, Melissa watched in horror as Kevin’s full beer cup flew out of his hand and splashed all over her white top. The flimsy fabric turned transparent, revealing her bare breasts to the room.
Melissa screamed and jumped back. Kevin berated the guys before turning to her, eyes wide. “Oh, my God, Mrs. Berger, I’m so sorry! Let me get you a towel.”
Melissa crossed her arms over her chest, mortified beyond belief as dozens of eyes drank in her tits and ass barely covered by the plaid skirt. “I shouldn’t have come,” she said shakily.
“Quick, upstairs,” Kevin said, grabbing her hand. “I have a bathroom and a dry shirt. C’mon.” Melissa followed in a daze, tears pricking her eyes from embarrassment.
Once in Kevin’s private room, Melissa bee-lined for the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She stripped off the ruined top and stared at herself. She had to be the only 42-year-old braless at a college party. Her confidence from earlier had evaporated.
There was a knock, and a shirt appeared through the ajarred door. “I’ll be right out,” Melissa called. She buttoned it unevenly over her breasts, hating how exposed she felt. Grabbing a towel, she opened the door to find Kevin holding another beer.
“Here, this should help,” he said, pressing it into her hands. Their fingers touched, and Melissa felt a spark.
“Kevin, I really should go…” she started, but he cut her off with a searing kiss. Melissa’s brain short-circuited as Kevin pulled her curvy body to his. His hands roamed her back, cupping her ass and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to his shoulders as their tongues tangled.
Kevin carried her to his bed and laid her down, settling between her thighs. He kissed a trail down her neck to her cleavage, pushing the shirt aside. “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he groaned, taking a nipple in his mouth. Melissa’s head fell back at the sensation.
Her hands roamed the hard planes of his back as he sucked and bit her breasts. She was lost in pleasure, all thoughts of the party, her age, and her marriage evaporating. All that mattered was this young, hard body moving over hers.
Kevin’s hand pushed up her skirt and ran up her thigh, finding her panties damp. “You’re so wet,” he marveled, rubbing her through the fabric. Melissa bucked into his hand with a moan. “Please,” she begged.
He pushed her underwear aside and plunged two fingers into her. Melissa cried out, her nails scoring down his arms. Kevin worked her with long strokes as his mouth latched onto her nipple. The dual sensations had her seeing stars.
But the angle was awkward like this. Kevin sat back and quickly stripped, his erection bobbing free. “I’m going to fuck you now, Mrs. Berger,” he said, eyes dark with lust. Melissa nodded frantically, too far gone to protest.
He notched his cock at her entrance and pushed in. “Oh God, you’re huge,” Melissa gasped as he stretched her married passage. Kevin grinned and started thrusting, his hips meeting hers in a steady rhythm. Melissa wrapped her legs around him, taking him deeper.
The bed creaked as he pounded into her. Melissa was loud in her pleasure, not caring who heard. “Harder,” she urged. Kevin complied, driving into her willing body. The wet squelch of their joining filled the room.
Pressure built inside Melissa as an orgasm approached. “I’m going to cum,” she warned. Kevin sucked her nipple and ground against her clit. With a scream, Melissa came apart, her pussy clenching his cock.
Kevin followed with a groan, spilling inside her with thick ropes of cum. They lay entangled, both sweaty and satisfied. “That was incredible,” Melissa panted. “I’m not usually this easy.”
“What’s easy?” he asked, his voice bringing her back to reality.
“Nothing,” she quickly said, turning red. “Thank you for the shirt and beer.” She placed the beer down, dropped the towel, and took the shirt from him.
Kevin’s eyes bulged out at the sight of Melissa’s breasts. Kevin took that moment and kissed her. He kissed her hard and fast, and Melissa’s mind went blank. Their lips parted, and Kevin’s hands moved to Melissa’s back as hers did to his. His fingers crawled down to her ass as he pulled her up to cradle her. Melissa was in bliss, and her lips spread to take in his tongue. It was as if she was having a deja vu.
