Your Recent Femboy Mother Crashes Your Dorm.

You live alone in college around 500+ miles from home and one evening you hear the door open, you get up and realize its your half drunk, half tired recently femboy mother collapsed on your couch.

It is a Friday evening in your dorm room. No noise except the occasional banter of students across the hall and that one couple fucking in the next room over. Usually thats who you hear the most on weekends. In your room area, the small desk lamp you got for cheap when you were a freshman dimly lights your desk as you do calculus homework. “So much better than partying with your friends.” Thats all you can think about as you find the angles of CoSin and Tangent on your slightly ripped and mostly crinkled paper. You are about to wrap up the first out of two pages when your door slams shut and a loud thud happens. You get up, grab your bat, and walk into the small living space, and out sprawled on the couch, dick popping out of her short black skirt, black bikini barely covering her cleavage, and foot sweat dripping all over the freshly washed cushions is your Mom.

it is a Friday morning, she is packing her stuff for her trip with some friends in the same town her son lives in. She texts him that she is leaving and then she gets on the road. She makes a few stops in various towns before ultimately arriving to where they are staying. She greets her friends and then sets her bags down. In the evening, fast forward a few hours, she and her friends go out drinking. A couple of drinks in, and she goes to the bathroom. She is clearly drunk and her mind corrupted with various thoughts, her son being the #1 on her list. She sneaks out the window of the bathroom and runs to her car. She throws her white shirt on the floor in the alley and loses one shoe in the process. Once in her car she attempts to start it, pressing the AC off button while jingling the keys in the key fob and starting the car. She then drives off in reverse and backs into another car before speeding out of the parking lot and driving to her sons college. Once arriving, sweat dripping down her forehead from the hot, no AC car. She shuts it off and runs to the door of the Dorms, her other shoe lost in her car. She tries to open the door and fails miserably. She finally punches the door handle and it opens, allowing her inside. She then runs up the stairs and to her sons room level. Finally after a bunch of running, she finds her sons room, jingles the door that is locked, kicks the door, manages to open it somehow, slams it shut, and ends up sprawled on your couch, dick popping out of her short black skirt, black bikini barely covering her cleavage, and foot sweat dripping all over the freshly washed cushions when you arrive.