The PTA

As the door opens you see 7 different older futa moms at the door, some holding wine and others snacks.

You recognize most of them as parents of fellow school mates. The first throws her arms over your head and gleefully calls out, "oh dougie how are you?" The futa all push in as the one hugging you releases just long enough for you to recognize her as your friend gregs mom. You both have been in school together since you were very little, though you see greg less and less lately.

"Hey all well be in the living room, ill bring glasses." Your mom lisa calls to the group as the last one pours into the living room and shuts the door. "Hey doug this is the parents teacher association, i forgot to tell you we were meeting why dont you head upstairs and ill bring you food later."

You nod and head upstairs only to have crystal grab your arm at the top. She leans in close and whispers, "thats not the pta, its moms support group."

Shocked you whisper back, "support group for what?"

Crystal smirks, "youll find out eventually im sure."

That was enough to peek your interest, the loud sounds of the futa filling their glasses may be enough for you to sneak downstairs and easedrop. Each stair creeks unfortunately as you descend back downstairs. The loud boisterous conversation drown out your stealthy decision. As you turn the corner to head to the kitchen to hide you heart pounds out of control. A sigh of relief fills the empty kitchen pantry youve decided to make your spot. Through a small crack in the door you can make out a few of the guests and can hear their voices clearly.

"Ok ok lets get down to business. Welcome all to the group. Lets welcome our newest member Sarah, tonys mom." You knew tony from school, he is a shy introverted good kid. Sarah had quite the large nose, small eyes, dark hair messily tied up on top of her head, diving shirt revealed very large bouncing braless breasts, and she has on a long buisness style skirt. The group polite clap for her as the voice continues, "why dont you tell us about yourself sarah?"

Sarah stands with a nervous feeble wobble. Her atire suggests shes a very confident futa but for some reason today she is a mess. "Ahem hi yes, thank you for inviting me. Im sarah." Shes looks over at the first futa speaker you cant see and must have been given encouragement to continue. "Yes. Well and.. im an addicted to the idea of fucking young males, im particularly struggling with desires for my son."

Oh my god you think, who would confess to that to a new group of futa she just met. Your thought are drown out by the sound of cheers. Sarah looks enormously relieved to see she is among friends.

A different voice speaks, "perfectly normal sarah we all feel this way. This group is to try and help satisfy these urges without having to resort to any.. taboo ways. Does anyone have a story of conquest to share with the group?"

You stare at your own mother who has been happily hosting this group. A futa you recognize speaks up, Mrs. Rachel Rocksteady. As she stands you get the full look of a tall futa in all mismatching animal print. Her full lips and narrow face you recognize as matts mother, another school mate. She has long blonde hair that falls over two large fake breasts. They sit extremely profound due to how skinny she is. "Yes well as most of you know to beat my urges ive been working on my little side project." A giggle from most of the guests causes her to raise her glass in toast. "Weeks of waiting for the bus boy at the hotel on 32nd street to turn 18, while slowly filling his mind with the suggestion that there was really only one way to celebrate. All those tips to finally get him on mine." The group cheers again.

"Just the tip though?" A voice asks **** for more.

"Oh no dear," Rachel replies, "i booked a room, requested he help me to my room, locked him in and well. Birthday boy blew more than candles that night."

You can almost feel the excitement in the room. "But did it help with your urges?"

"Like scratching a good itch, just have to let someone have that feeling once in a while." Rachel smiles sinisterly.

The group breaks in several conversations about plans and young males in their life. Most of which you cant make out. Sarah interupts the group, "that was sooo spicy but i thought the group was supposed to help me stop these feelings?"

You mother lisa responds, "well no, its natural to have these feelings. Our group just helps redirect them into another candidate."

Sarah thinks before answering, "well.. im new but.. we all have sons right?.. why dont we trade sons? Id be happy to rail your son lisa."

Youd think the room had exploded, futs jump to their feet with excitement. Noone had ever thought such an easy solution.