Michelle heard a familiar knock on the wall. She quickly pulled the anonymous cock she was sucking out of her mouth and began jerking on it as fast as she could. On the other side of the wall, she heard a low moan.

“Oooohhh, shiiit! I’m gonna cuuummm!”

Opening her mouth, Michelle caught the first shots of warm sperm on her tongue before his spasming spread it to her nose, cheeks, and chin. Michelle used a finger to push it into her mouth and swallowed the whole load. It was only her fourth cumshot of the night.

A twenty-dollar bill appeared through the gloryhole. “Fucking awesome, as usual!” the anonymous voice said.

Michelle stood up and checked the peephole that showed the main room. The line was gone. No customers left.

She slipped out of the booth into the laundromat storage room.

It was a rare slow night at the Fluff and Fold Laundromat. Usually, there were at least a dozen or more customers taking advantage of the Special Service Folding Rooms, but tonight was oddly quiet.

The Fluff and Fold Girls on duty – Cayla, a 5’2” blonde pixie, Michelle, leggy, 5’9” brunette, and Jocelyn – along with MILF proprietress Stacy and bouncer, Eric, were sitting around the laundromat's service desk chatting.

“God, I can’t wait for midterms to be over,” Cayla said wearily. “History of Rococo art is boring as fuck!”

“Hey, I’ll trade you for Marine Biology,” Michelle added. “Wanna write a three-thousand-word essay on tropical Pacific mollusks?”

Eric laughed out loud. “I have no clue what the fuck Rococo even means. I thought he was some old-time porn star!”

“That’s Rocco, you dumb musclehead!” Stacy laughed.

“Yeah, that’s him!” Eric replied. “Guy had a huge cock, and he really knew how to use it!”

“Ooohhh,” Jocelyn cooed. “I need to meet him!”

Eric laughed. “Forget it. It’s probably old and shriveled by now. That was a long time ago.”

“It’s weird when you’re watching porn online sometimes,” Cayla said, “and you realize those people are older than your parents.”

There was an awkward pause as the girls considered this. Then, the conversation shifted. “So,” asked Stacy. “Any of you guys have plans for Parents Weekend?”

Parents Weekend was an annual event at the university, usually held in the fall, in conjunction with Homecoming. Allegedly, the purpose was to let mom and dad see what their kid’s college life was like; it was really just a ploy for the university’s fundraisers to pin down deep-pocketed parents for big donations. It was coming up in two weeks.

The girls all groaned.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need that weekend off,” Cayla said. “My mom is so clingy! No way I could sneak off here without her following me!”

“That would be bad,” Stacy replied. “Some things a mother just doesn’t need to know.”

“Oh, my mom knows,” Michelle announced, matter-of-factly.

“WHAT?” Everyone said at once.

“She’s known since I first started,” Michelle told them. “She’s probably a bigger cum whore than I am. Where do you think I got it from?”

“Okay, that was unexpected,” Cayla said with a laugh. “My mom would FREAK if she knew. Right before she torched this place to the ground!”

Michelle told the group, “She totally gets off on hearing what goes on here. She calls me every night after I get back to the dorms and demands vivid details of everything that happened, right down to dick size and how many loads I swallowed. I swear, she probably wears out a new set of batteries on her vibrator every time we’re on the phone!”

Everyone laughed at the mental image. “Hey Stacy, maybe she could fill in for me!” Cayla giggled.

“Oh, don’t think that hasn’t crossed her mind,” Michelle said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, I don’t have to worry about any of that,” Jocelyn said. “My parents aren’t coming.”

“No?” Stacy asked.

“My mom will be too busy getting drilled by whoever is the current boyfriend of the week. And Daddy Dearest definitely won’t show. Ever since he shacked up with that former hooker turned jealous wife, he’s even less interested in me than he ever was. Which wasn’t much.”

“Sounds tough,” Eric said. “If I had a daughter, I’d want to be a part of her life.”

“Awww!” All the girls sighed at once.

He paused. “Well, except for the cock sucking part!” They all laughed, and Stacy punched him in the arm.

“Daddy Dearest is rich, but he spends it all on the whore wife,” Jocelyn said. “He’s only paying my tuition because Mom blackmailed him with a video of them hooking up after he was already married to the hooker.”

Just then, a group of frat boys showed up, rowdy and ready for action. “Okay, ladies. The Fluff and Fold Girls are back on the clock!” Stacy called.

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Two weeks later, Parents Weekend arrived. The campus buzzed with activity as parents and students met professors, visited labs and attended rallies.

At the Fluff and Fold, things started quietly. With Cayla and Gina sitting the weekend out, Jenny, Jocelyn and Michelle were all standing by, ready for a rush that they knew was coming. Stacy was ready to jump in as well.

Just after 3 p.m., the front door opened and a woman entered the laundromat. She was in her early forties; a raven-haired MILF with a body that had been sculpted to perfection by some of the finest cosmetic surgeons in the business. Liposuction… check. Tummy tuck… check. Collagen injections... check. Breast implants… double check.

She was dressed in a painted-on hot pink latex dress that was built for the express purpose of hardening dicks. Her hair and makeup were perfect and her hot pink lipstick just screamed, “FUCK ME HARD!” Everyone's jaws dropped at the sight of her.

“MOM!” wailed Michelle. “What the fuck? I told you to stay away from here!”

“Well, I just had to,” Michelle’s mother said with a voice that dripped seduction.

She stepped fully inside. “You must be Stacy,” she said, offering her hand. “I’m Monica. I want to thank you for giving my daughter, and all of these young ladies such a wonderful educational opportunity.”

“Mom, just get the fuck out of here!” Michelle pleaded. “You can’t stay!”

Monica gave Michelle an innocent look. “But darling, I have laundry to do! There seems to be a nasty cum stain on my dress and panties! Probably from that cute little theater major I fucked this morning.”

Michelle groaned with exasperation. Then Stacy stepped in. “You’re welcome to stay, Monica,” Stacy said diplomatically. “Just stay up here by the front desk, or back in the storage area.”

Michelle wasn’t happy, but went along to keep the peace.

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For the first time in Parents Day history, the Council of Fraternities thoughtfully scheduled a “moms only” afternoon tea, followed by dinner and a two-hour fashion show. Of course, there was an ulterior motive. As soon as the moms were safely inside the student union ballroom, many of the male students grabbed their dads and made a beeline for the Fluff and Fold Laundromat.

Eric was standing outside the entrance. He opened the door and called in to Stacy. “Get ready! It looks like a fucking tidal wave is about to hit the beach!” Guys were literally running with their dads in tow, trying to get to the front of the line.

Jenny and Jocelyn slipped into the booths, with Michelle standing by as backup. Within minutes, there were long lines outside both of the Special Service Folding Rooms. Guys were bragging about the place to their dads as if they were talking about winning the science fair, or hitting the buzzer beater for the state basketball championship.

When Stacy peeked out of the storage room, she was shocked at the crowd. Eric had a thick wad of cash in his hands as he collected the cover charges from the fathers and sons.

“We’re gonna have to double up, or we’ll never get through all of them in time,” Stacy told Michelle.

As they stood up, Monica also started to rise.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” Michelle commanded her mother. “I will have Eric toss you out on your ass if you so much as open your mouth! I don’t care if you want to talk, or you want a cock! KEEP. YOUR. MOUTH. SHUT!” Monica sat down, dejectedly.

Stacy slipped into the center booth with Jocelyn, who was already wearing a healthy amount of cum on her face. Michelle shared a booth with Jenny.

For the next three hours, it was nonstop cocksucking. The sons moved along quickly, entering hard and leaving empty. For the older dads, it took longer. Many of them were either soft, or only semi-erect, and had to be fluffed up first. And they also had more staying power than their excitable sons. While a student could be wrapped up in ten minutes or less, dad might take twenty.

Between the four ladies, there were easily sixty satisfied customers. When things finally started to slow down, Stacy stepped out of the booth to get more paper towels and a round of Red Bull for her girls. What she saw stopped her in her tracks.

There was Monica, splayed out with her elbows on the lunch table, ass in the air. She had pulled the latex dress up from the bottom and down from the top, so it was basically a wide belt around her midriff. Her surgically enhanced tits were swinging back and forth like a pair of church bells on Christmas morning as she got spit roasted by two well hung college hunks. And their proud papas were both standing by, phones in hand catching all of it on video.

“FUCK!," Stacy yelled. She stuck her head out to the main room. “ERIC!”

Eric came trotting in. Seeing what was going on, he took charge. “What the fuck, Monica!” He said. “You were warned!”

Monica took the cock out of her mouth long enough to say, “I couldn’t help myself! With that whole smorgasbord out there, I just had to get a nibble!” Then she went back to sucking.

Eric turned to the two dads. “Hand over the cameras!”

“We’ve already paid you!” they protested.

“You paid for blowjobs, not to star in a fucking gangbang porno!”

They reluctantly handed over their phones. Eric deleted everything they’d shot before handing them back. "Put them in your pockets and leave them there!"

Then Stacy intervened. “Since you’ve already paid, she can finish those two off. But then, you’re ALL out of here,” she told them. “Especially YOU, Monica!!”

Monica stopped sucking again. “Fine! We’ll pick this up in my hotel room, boys.”

Before long, all of them had cum and gone.

Out in the main room, things were finally starting to calm down. The line of horny fathers and sons had dwindled down to less than a dozen.

“Another hour and we’ll be able to pack it in for the night.” Stacy thought.

Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Jocelyn.

“OMFG! 9-1-1!”

Stacy grabbed Eric and ran back to Jocelyn’s booth. “What’s wrong!!?”

Jocelyn grabbed her and pushed her toward the peephole. “See the guy, third in line? The lounge lizard with the gold chains and the bad rug?”

“I see him,” Stacy said. “Probably someone’s dad, here for a quick blowjob.”

“Yeah,” Jocelyn answered. “MY dad, here for a quick blowjob!”

Stacy and Eric exchanged incredulous looks. “Shit!” Eric whispered. “This is definitely the part of life where you don’t want daddy involved. You want me to run him out?”

“NO!” Jocelyn whispered harshly. “He would definitely cause a scene, and maybe even blow the whistle! He’s really a special breed of asshole!”

She paused, then wondered, “Why is he even here? He didn’t tell me he was coming to Parents Weekend. And how could he have known about the Fluff and Fold?”

Stacy winced. “I may have placed a discreet ad on the Parents Weekend web page," she admitted sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, Jocelyn. I never expected something like this to happen.”

After thinking for a minute, she added, “Look, I’ll take care of him. You can slip out the back and call it a night. We’ve still gotta get through tomorrow.”

Jocelyn shut her down. “Oh, fuck no! I’m not going anywhere! You can blow him, but I’m gonna sit here and watch! I bet if he cums at all, it’ll be less than a spoonful!” She couldn’t stop laughing.

Eric returned to the main floor, and when the time came, he made sure Daddy Dearest was ushered into Stacy and Jocelyn’s booth.

Jocelyn was right. It took Stacy several minutes just to get him up, and when he finally popped his cookies, it was barely a spoonful. Jocelyn had to hold her hands over her mouth to keep her laughter from being heard.

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One hour later, Jocelyn’s father was in his hotel room, talking to his wife on the phone. “Yeah, honey, the trip is going well. The client is very happy. Daddy will be home tomorrow to take care of baby's needs." Just then, his phone buzzed. “Hang on, I’m getting a text from Jocelyn.”

“Hi daddy! Sorry you couldn’t make it for Parents Weekend….

Oh, wait! You could!!”

It was followed up with an attached image. Taken through a fisheye lens, like the one on his hotel door, it clearly showed a man with gold chains and a bad rug standing in a line with washers and dryers behind him.

Daddy clicked back over to the trophy wife.

“I’ll call you back,” he said, hanging up quickly.

The first image was immediately followed with a video attachment. In it, there was a smoking hot brunette woman busily sucking a cock through a hole in the wall. The cock had a very distinctive birth mark right near the head.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby! Suck daddy’s cock," could be heard in a deep baritone southern drawl coming from behind the wall. “Yeah, baby! Daddy’s gonna cum! Suck that cum, baby!!”

The brunette took a modest mouthful and turned to the camera, smiling and showing off the cum on her tongue.

Daddy Dearest turned as white as the cum in Stacy's mouth. One minute later, there was one more text.

“You know, Daddy, it’s so hard for me to get out and visit you and your whore wife these days. I really need a new car! I’ve had my eyes on that cute little Mercedes AGT Cabriolet! Only $165 thousand! I like the red one!

Love and ‘special kisses,’

Jocelyn”