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Asriel still starting his messages with 'hey mom' brought lots of joy to Toriel. All grown up and off to college, but that little gesture reminded her Asriel was still her little boy. At least in memory. She tried to hold onto that notion on her way to visit him in his new fraternity. It was exciting to know Asriel would be making all sorts of new friends! She couldn't help but feel a little twinge of worry that her boy was slipping away, even if it also made her proud.

Motherhood was conflicting, a thoughtful and emotional process. In perhaps complete contrast to that was the frat house Asriel had sought to pledge himself to. No conflict, no thought, and certainly no emotion. An assembly of fine young men whose primary goals included boozing and dipping their wicks into as many women as they could find. What better way to break out of his shell, Asriel thought, than to get in good with the kings of the campus?

Toriel clutched her small pocketbook under her breasts, searching the dimly lit campus for the frat Asriel had directed her to in his invitation. She hardly had chance to admire the cool night air, or what she could see of the landscaping. Well trimmed grass and hedges corralling the students to stone paths that wove around the many dorms and lecture halls. They guided her right where she needed to be, her fears of getting lost and needing to call her son evaporating in the glow of the active frat house.

Warm yellow light beamed from the many windows of the two storied dorm. The double-doors in front were open, letting the exchange of clustered and warm air be traded for the lovely night breeze. A few young men sipped from red cups or bottles, dressed in trendy and loose clothing. When Toriel caught their attention, immediately whispers began to form.

She drew closer, her heels clicking against stones. Suddenly the nice cocktail dress she was in felt a little too formal. Asriel's note had given her the impression this might be a bit more refined.

The boys waved her over, their smiles reminding her somewhat of scarecrows or jack-o-lanterns. Not in the jagged toothed way, but in the mischevious uncertainty they projected. "Mrs. Dreemur! Yo!" One called over the music pumping from the house and dissipating into the night.

She smirked back, pleasantly and pridefully pleased they knew her name! To her, that meant Asriel had no shame about mentioning his mommy! What a loving boy...

"Hello there, ahem. I didn't know I was expected!"

"Of course," another budded in. His backwards hat struck her as a bit out-of-fashion, but then again style was cyclical. A few chipped brown bangs came down from the rim of his fitted. "He told us all about you."

Toriel's bashful pose 'accidentally' accented her motherly body. Clenched in a cocktail dress from a time when she was thinner and more actively enjoyed the nightlife, there were no secrets for the boys to discover. The glittery purple fabric exposed the mommy-tummy she still carried, curvy and fat padded hips were barely covered by a skirt that threatened to roll up to her waist. The slight indent of her belly button caused a shadowing on her dress that didn't go unnoticed.

But they didn't linger on her tummy long, even if a few of them wondered what it would be like to sink their hands into her. The real treat was her tits. The milk bags that had fed Asriel now spilling from the sides of her dress, held safe only with thin spaghetti straps. Her cleavage's shadow was especially dark with the lighting from the house behind them, hinting to just how large they were, compacted by cloth.

"Is Asriel inside?" Toriel asked, looking past the trio of men to the busy interior. Inside, along with all the jovial sounds of music and partying, a cadre of frat-bros and suspiciously no women could be seen.

"Uhh, yeah! He's taking care of the jungle juice and some snacks."

"Oh, have you got him doing grunt work just because he's a newbie?" Toriel probbed, her voice wavering between curiosity and playfulness.

One of the boys laughed, and another shook his head as he stifled his own chuckle. "Something like that, but he asked to do it!"

Toriel nodded, looking over their shoulders, expecting Asriel any moment.

"Want a drink?" The tallest of the trio, with subtle green eyes, nudged forward his own cup as a proxy for the idea.

She put her hands up, the loop of her bag sliding down one wrist and dangling from her elbow now. "Oh I really couldn't."

"Aww, c'mon Mrs. Dreemurr, Asriel's making it!"

"It's not bad at all."

Toriel thought a moment, her refusal softening at the gaze of the three smirking scamps. A few more muttered probes and jests and Toriel had her hand out for a cup. In no time at all, a fresh cup of the brew had been daisy-chained up to Toriel from within the frat house. And along with it a plethora of assurances that it 'wasn't too strong'. That was good, because Toriel was never able to hold her drink.

They invited her further in, into the wispy warmth of the entry hall. The coat rack had been so laden down with hoodies, hats and lettermans that Toriel could lean on it with impunity. Clustered around her, a few more boys had come to water her drink, and the old goat spied them over the rim of her cup as she brought it to her plump lips.

What could all these men be staring at her for? Surely the novelty of a mother taking a drink wasn't so interesting? All the same she found the attention a little stimulating, it certainly made her feel a few decades more youthful. As the blurry red, ice cube and fruit littered jungle juice passed over her tongue, Toriel tasted nothing but wonderful fruit punch! Sugary, pleasant, and with all the cool confidence of hydrating a tall glass of simple water possesses.

The perfect thing to liquor up a MILF like her. Dangerous, very much so, when in reality the drink was laden with crystal clear and high ABV vodka. The alcohol was so watered with the sugar rush inciting powdered drink mix, fruit pieces, and fruit juice it was hardly detectable to anyone but the most discerning.

"Chug, Mrs. Toriel!" One prompted, after she began to pull the cup away.

She didn't not at first. She swallowed the gulp she'd taken, and a few took note of the sight of it rolling down her throat—already fantasies forming. "Ha! I don't know if I should. Is this the one with alcohol in it? I can hardly taste it."

With a blithely tone that concealed his lie, backwards-cap assured her it was nothing. "Exactly! Nothing here is more than 5%, swear it, Mrs. Toriel."

Those with brains nodded to confirm, those who didn't gave him confused looks but didn't protest. The gathering around Toriel had grown to a total of ten boys, wreathing her against the wall. Instead of feeling cut-off, trapped, Toriel felt like a young woman again! All this attention! It was really making her skin flush in a wonderful way.

The gentle, comely white of her fur caught a pinkish tint from the blushing of her cheeks underneath.

"Do you really think they'd let anything stronger than a beer on campus, Mrs.?" Another chipped in, raising up his bottle with a tilt to signal his sincerity.

He had a point!

"Do you know the secret to chugging? You've just got to hold—"

Toriel held up her hand, pocketbook dangling, and her eye shadowed lids lowered. Her face took on a sagely, almost smug expression. "I wasn't always a mom, you guys! I know a thing or two."

And she showed them. She inhaled deeply, and exhaled, holding her breath. And so did all the boys around her, waiting to see if she actually could or would do it. Then, without another pause, she tilted her head and the cup back, draining the potion. Thick swallows bulged her neck, taking down bits of pineapple and ice alongside the waterfall of liquor. A slight red trickle cut its way down the corner of her mouth, rolling down her chin and down to the crest of her breasts. It wasn't lost on her new admirers how the fluid had directed itself around the mount of her tit and to the cleavage. Already a few imagined their cum making the same trip.

With riotous applause and cheering, Toriel finished it.

"Whoo!" She exclaimed, joining in with the hops and hollers of the men around her. Their faces lit up with joy, all taken-in by the joy of a prank in play.

Toriel peddled back a step, her head feeling a bit light shockingly. Well, no surprise, she'd just held her breath a bit. Not to mention, though not to her knowledge, she'd gulped down four fingers of vodka without a hiccup.

"Where's Asriel? I should compliment him, can one of you fetch my sweet baby goat?"

A few snickers replied first, before another came up with an excuse. "Aww, you want to pull him away while he's doing such awesome work? Why don't you have another? We'll toast!"

"To Asriel?" She asked, raising her empty cup.

Deftly, a boy beside her leaned over and emptied his fresh cup into hers, the rattle of ice registering against her palm. She looked to him and gave him that motherly sort of winced smile, high-cheeked and warm.

They pulled her in deeper, hooting and hollering words over each other as they got her past a curtain to the dimly lit and cozy living room. Unlike most of the house, the lights here were doused low. A small ball of glittering strobe lights made a light show on the ceiling that seemed synchronized with the springy pop music throbbing through the drywall. Toriel looked behind her, catching a look at a half dozen eager men and the closed curtain keeping this room dark.

Suddenly the hands 'leading' her on were a lot more anonymous. She had no particular guide as she tried to find her footing among those dancing or vibing. It dawned on her that she wasn't certain there were any girls there. It was a frat house, which means lots of brothers, but not one sorority girl?

"To Asriel, get your cups up, fuckers!" Backwards cap immediately gave the goat mom a glance. "Sorry for the language, Mrs."

She smirked and chuckled, a hand covering her cleavage in remittance of any issue with his cursing. "You're a young man, *no shit* you're going to cuss."

Several of the frat bros loved that, and she knew they would. The red cups went up, Toriel with them, and down went another drink. And then her cup was filled again. Now the wooziness was really starting to hit her, and standing seemed a foolish proposition. She fell back on her butt to a couch in the middle of the room, becoming the gravity well the league of horny frat bros was drawn to.

The wobble of her tits as she fell back on her butt and got comfy attracted plenty of eyes. A few more sips and one of her spaghetti straps was sliding down her bicep. A few more and she was a flush salmon color under her fur.

"I wouldn't ever leave the nest if my mom looked like you, Mrs."

"Call me Toriel! It's fiiine. And thaaank you~" Her playful dragging out of vowels was heavy with the slur of drunkenness. Her head felt loosey goosey, her thoughts floating just above her mind in just the perfect way.

The flurry of queries aimed at getting Toriel buttered up and opened up came one after another. They laughed at Toriel's jokes, and she chuckled at theirs. For the boys though, there was this extra humor to everything, in on the greater joke that they were going to have this mom spreading her legs in a moment.

"Ever done a wet t-shirt contest?"

"Done? And won."

The salacious hoot of the gathered boys bolstered Toriel's ego.

"I can see why, Mrs."

"I'm not convinced."

Toriel honed in on the dissenter, taking the bait. "You aren't?" The doubter shook his head, a sharp-nosed and geeky sort who willowed over his companions.

In her mind, sluggish with vodka, she ran through the options here. She looked around and saw she was entirely encircled. This wasn't a bad thing, it meant Asriel couldn't accidentally see this. The last flicker of modesty was really just the consequence of being seen by him. She closed her eyes, half to stop the room from spinning, and half to build some suspense.

Blindly handing her drink off to someone to hold, she had her hands free to really tease it. Toriel couldn't see their expressions, if they were gawking or smiling, or looking away. She imagined though, a whole ring of eager, horny men desperate to get their peek. She didn't have to imagine the inhales of breath, the murmuring, and the patient silence that had fallen over them.

Her hands brushed over her cleavage and down her chest, feeling the fabric holding her tits pack. They'd gotten a lot fatter since she'd won that contest. And a lot saggier. Age and weight had changed her body plenty. A small mousy whisper in her mind hoped they wouldn't be grossed out by her.

Suddenly, she yanked down the front of her dress, both of her tits flopping out, spaghetti straps loose and by her elbows now. Now she opened her eyes with aplomb, soaking in the cries of excitement and cheering from all around her. Her courage soared, and she decided to bounce her funbags in her hands.

White, massive, and ornamented with happy pink nipples, they were all the boys wanted and more. The sag to them only added to the lewd allure of her MILF-y body. She hardly noticed the flashes of their phones snapping shots for later.

One boy loaded with Dutch courage, reached from behind her and decided he wanted to cop a feel himself. Toriel let out a meep. "Hey!"

But she made no effort to stop him, she felt herself get a little slack, taking the passenger seat as her body was groped and grabbed. The needy and exploratory touches told her this one wasn't too experienced. But the guy after him was. She couldn't see who, but he knew how to play with a pair of tits and make a woman moan.

With the pinch of his fingers, he captured both her nipples, yanking them forward and reminding her of the biting Asriel used to do. The coo of surprised pleasure that came from Toriel spiked over the music in the background, and lit a brand new fire in the frat bros gathered around. It was open season now, now that Toriel's flush face was lidded with anticipation and arousal.

Toriel couldn't wipe that look over her mug, feeling her features slack in a big of primal heat she hadn't felt in years. If not decades. Like a murder of crows descending on a loaf of bread, the pecked and grabbed at her. Dozens taking their shot at copping a feel of her delicious body. Toriel's nethers got slick, dampening her panties as the surface of her entire body was used to gratify the gaggle of men around her.

Hands and fingers, tongues and lips, slid all over her. Some grasped her neck and turned her to them to steal a sloppy kiss. Others took up a spot beside her on the couch and suckled on her tits. She held their head close, encouraging it. When the first brave boy got his cock out, the tone changed once more.

"What do you think, Mrs. Toriel?" The proud lad said, pushing back on the base of his cock with his hand, trying to get every centimeter out and visible.

She hadn't seen a dick live and in person in quite some time. A nice healthy length, and fair girth. But the real admirable quality was in its excitement, stiffness. The vigor of youth made a cherry-red pole and all for her?

"Forget that wimp, look at this!" Another pushed passed him. Shorter, with a lantern-jaw and a stern brow that didn't match his jovial voice. Her eyes widened like saucers, laying them upon a prick of prodigious length. It hung from his waistband, sagging down with a pair of equally impressive balls. Unshaven and tangled with a bush of black pubic hairs, even with those hiding the base she could tell it was a cheerleader pleaser.

Now they were apprehensive, seeing if the flush MILF was really that receptive. Toriel, her head swimming with the lust building in her as well as the lubricant of alcohol weakening her inhibitions, reached out to grab it. First, she took the winner between the two in her hand, feeling its weight and giving him a squeeze. Like some big dicks it lacked in hardness.

Just before the 'loser' could feel too bad she leaned over and pulled him toward her by his hip, tugging him toward her lips. Toriel let herself get lost in the intimacy as much as she could, drawing the wonderful, young cock closer to her lips and giving it a few pecks. Resigned to being an object of grabbing hands, she let the tingles and zaps of her body being used for its womanly purpose set the backdrop to blowing this stranger.

"I love them both, thank you, boys," she put as much sultry love as she could into those words. Just oozing and dripping with a sort of motherly comfort that had her audience swooning.

Soon her wet lips were smooching the head of the first boy's prick, making it a mess with the red blush she'd lined her mouth with. The horse-hung winner wasn't left out, treated to a firm and caring handjob. He held up his shirt and down his pants, trying not to thrust too much. Both tried to keep their cool, far more concerned about their appearance to their friends than Toriel was. Feeling their apprehension, the old goat put her all into making them forget everything but her.

She met her eyes with her victim, suckling down his entire length past her tongue and into the vacuum of her throat with skill frat boys hadn't known since she left college. Her tongue ran loops around his base, flicking his balls with the tip on each pass. In no time at all, he was blustering and cumming, trying to bite down on his own moans.

Toriel felt a surge of victory, and some stuck their hand up her dress and down her panties. She didn't bother to look at who. She spread her legs, giving them a better angle, turning her attention now to the guy she'd been jerking off. His full hardness nearly smacked her on the nose as she turned, guiding him into her cum-slick maw with her hand.

Drunk, or needy, he seemed to have no issue fucking her mouth while his friend's seed rolled down the edges of her mouth. The sloppy and whorish sounds she made were loud enough that a few wondered if she was putting it on. Maybe she was, maybe she knew exactly the look to shoot at men that would make their loins churn in hopeful desperation.

She gagged on that long cock, feeling her throat be widened and bulged by it. Tears welled at her eyes but she didn't stop, breathing from her nose and huffing his bush. The radiant pleasure of the mental sort welled in her, rolling out from horns to toe, losing herself in the sluttiness. Whoever was working between her legs was learning a lot, fumbling and fiddling with her pussy. The inexperienced and uncertain fingers brought more happiness than frustration. It riled her up from the base of her spine up to her skull knowing some guy was fingering his first hole and it was hers.

By the time she realized she was gulping her second load of the night, another dick had taken its place. Soon she was surrounded by a musky line of pricks. The heat of young men aroused and excited flooded her senses all. Her hands were forcibly recruited to jerk off some. Others rub themselves on her cheek as their friends got blowjobs. Deviants below sneakily tried to lay claim to her paws.

Her dress was tugged from her. Another cup of drink given to her. Gasping and sputtering alcohol and semen heavy breaths in between her dutiful work. She hardly understood whatever words she was saying, guttural and diminutive sentences that amounted to her begging for more and telling them it was good.

Somehow, a bit of tailor's chalk was tossed around. Backward cap held her by the chin, and she fluttered her eyes up at him, thinking her throat was going to be used again. She was a right mess, floppy ears streaked with off-white and yellow cum. Her lips glistened with spit and nut, having dripped down her chin and onto her tits too. He turned her face to the side and began writing on it. Strokes. Tallies!

Five, ten, fifteen? No wait, that can't be. There were some cheers, and she drunkenly join in with them, no clue what they were cheering about.

A fine, broad-shouldered and athletic fraternity member got himself between her legs. The feeling of her thighs being spread, the spiderweb of pussy-juice being snapped to reveal her salivating nethers, got her attention. She felt her heart in her throat, like a virgin being mounted by her boyfriend.

She looked only at his bare, muscled chest, and the exploratory and eager expression on his face. Meanwhile, he had himself looking down and aiming his prick at her cunt. She could feel it was big, rolling between her messy labia, balls brushing her clit. Whether he missed or was teasing her, she couldn't know, and it didn't matter. The next backstroke was his last playful measure, when he came at her again it was the real deal.

Her MILFy pussy was tight enough to please, but easy enough it gave him no trouble. He gasped, perhaps able to finally hilt himself in a woman entirely. "I bet your girlfriend can't take the whole thing," she said, grabbing his ass and urging him deeper.

With the back of the couch and her left tit as points of contact, the athlete began fucking her with abandon. Her chin was grasped, and the moment between them was broken, Toriel having to return to her 'job' as party favor. At some point she orgasmed, squirting her excitement in a crescendo, feeling sticky and warm all over.

The pleasure was hardly worth noting. A sudden spike in a long, unbroken, rolling wave of joy. Her cunt felt empty suddenly, and filled soon after. Creamy, thick, squelching with her own lubricant and other men's seed. Her snatch received a lifetime's worth of use in just a short while. Marks all over her body made it clear just how much of a slut she'd been. And as her consciousness began to flutter and fade, lost between exhaustion, drunkenness, and a floating-feeling of contentment, she wondered for a second if Asriel was watching...

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His dormmate, taller than him by a head, smelled of beer and sweat. Asriel shied from him best he could, by the older boy had his arm tightly wrapped around the goat's shoulders. He nearly tripped on himself, not from inebriation but nervousness, as he was led from upstairs down to the frat house's common room.

He'd been listening to it all, trying to close his ears off from the sounds of sex coming from the floorboards. The more he tried to ignore it, the more his mom's moans seemed to ring in his ears. Yet as the hours passed he was tempted to jerk off, just to stop himself from constantly getting hard and then relaxing. Swelling and dripping into his underwear and then easing off.

The place was a damn mess of clothes, cups, balloons, condoms, and fluids. And there, among a few snoozing bodies, was his loving mother. Her right arm was slung over the couch's cushions, having been moved to a bare mattress on the floor at some point. Her legs were spread, and there was nearly more black on them than white fur visible.

Countless scribbles had been made on her. Across her tits, down her legs, her forehead and cheeks. Tally marks counting up in the dozens ran tracks up and down her form. Her meaty, pudgy body smeared and deformed some of the insults across her fur. 'Whore', 'Easy', 'MILF', 'Goat-bitch', 'Cockslut'. His eyes darted between them, each vicious and deprecating word making his prick swell and throb. The wrongness of it all nearly made his head spin.

Her pussy was wrecked. The pink of her nethers was almost entirely obscured by the pearly seed of dozens of men. A deflated, cum-leaking condom clung to the entrance of her snatch.

A firm pat on the back almost knocked him to his knees. "Good job, dude. Welcome to the fraternity. You'll love the next four years, I promise it."

Something was pressed against his chest, something that crinkled to the touch. Without looking he grasped at it, taking it from his dormmate's hand. He looked down at it only when it was in his palm. A condom.

"You might want to use that if you're going to blow a load in her."

Asriel's fingers clenched tightly on the perforated line. He clutched so tightly the wrapper began to rip.