Sorority Moms Gone Wild

Mistress and her devoted slave are up here outside our daughter's college town, staying at an old State Park lodge. We ended up with a rather plush room looking out onto a gray lake under gray skies. Not exactly the Sangre de Christo Mountains where we started our Sunday a week ago, but then you can't have it all can you?

My job yesterday was to ferry Mistress and our daughter to a Mother / daughter sorority event, come back to our room and chill, and then pick them up around 8 pm for dinner. Back at our room, I was able to catch the final sad moments of my alma mater's basketball loss to Suzanne's alma mater. The final score made the game seem closer than it really was.

Fortunately, I did not bite on the last minute bet Suzanne proposed.

It involved some "cage free" time for Tammy if my team won, to be traded for some additional time in the cage for me if Suzanne's team won.

Now as much as I am a leader of the "Tammy Liberation Movement", I am no fool. I knew that Suzanne's team had won 24 games in a row at home. While my lads had beaten them at home earlier in the season, I figured there were very long odds against a season sweep on Suzanne's  home court.

Plus I was not sure how Mistress would react if, when she had a hankering to ride her work-a-day cock, I had to explain it was locked away for the next few days under terms of a bet I'd negotiated with Suzanne without her clearance.

There'd be "some 'splainin to do", as Ricky Ricardo might put it.

Of course, if our teams should meet in the Conference tournament, maybe the three of us can work something out.

Around 8 pm, I collected Mistress and our daughter at the dorm and we headed off to dinner - the three of us and another girl. But we were turned away at a local sushi joint, flooded with Co-Eds and their Moms up for various sorority affairs.

It gave me a chance to size up the other Mothers, and hear Mistress's eyebrow arched commentary.

Sure enough, lots of big haired, fake blonde college girl wannabes, all tarted up, anxious to show their daughters' friends and the other moms that they can still suck down jello shots like they did in their "glory days".

They made the ND alum at a campus bar before a big football game seem low key by comparison.

In contrast, Mistress was dressed more elegant than preppy. But what was not obvious?  She had worn her special "peek-a-boo" tights to make for a better worship opportunity when we got back to our room.

Nor do I suspect that the other Moms were getting sext messages during their dinners from a 40 year old, very buff local wanting Mistress to drop by after dinner so he could "suck on those beautiful, full nipples."

As it turned out, I was the lucky one. Mistress turned down D's invitation to "stop by" his nearby apartment so we could get back to our "lake view suite". It came with one of those over sized tubs where we had a long soak after Mistress finally got the worship she so clearly deserved.

Then we adjourned to out bed, where Mistress rode the (fortunately for both of us) uncaged cock that had been waiting so patiently for her through the afternoon. So while the other sorority moms were getting sloppy drunk at the sleazy college bars last night, Mistress was scoring a few more cums.

We've not much to do here until our 6 pm birthday dinner for our daughter.  I suspect we won't get bored.