Nothing in particular

Your thoughts of Mrs. Dong float around inside your head.. she is clearly inviting you.. but.. is this really what you want? A rich older women who probably expects you to do all the work?

The sounds of moaning and slapping echo in the hallway as you stand there zoning out. In the distant hallway you see a shadow dart across. Looks like one of the other boys. It looks around before entering the room you saw Donna Dong in earlier. Crap! While you were deciding someone else beat you in. Rushing to the door you can hear a faint conversation.

"Oh found you... mrs. Dong.. what are you.. oh my god.. its big.. oh so big.. i don't know.. it feels.. good.. taste it? Is that ok? Well.. ok"

The fear of missing out spreads throughout your body, ugh you were supposed to be in there with donna.

"Only two left." A voice from behind you shocks you and causes a huge yelp of surprise.

Rachel Rocksteady, the head of the PTA, mastermind of the entire mom boy fuckfest weekend, and the only futa left. She is standing behind you a look of bored impatience across her long thin tan face. Her cougar print dress seems.. tighter then a few minutes ago. As you turn to her she ties her hair up in a ponytail.

"Fffound you!" You cry softly into the hallway.

"Tsk," Rachel looks annoyed at the possibility. "Im more of a predator really. Dougie do you know why we are here?"

Every word of her sentence oozes with menace.. "uh.. to have a sleepover get away?" You stumble over your words full knowing the truth of the trip.

Rachel slowly unbuttons her dress as she speaks, her breasts already fighting the tight fabric slowly springing free. "Dougie, i am a futa that knows what i want and how to get it. Ive been watching you.. for some time. Planning for some time. Think its a coincidence that the PTA met at your house? Who gave Sara the original idea to want to fuck her son?" You swallow nervously at her plan. Her breasts spill out of her dress, the dark nipples hard as rocks pointing at your face.. closer and closer... "who put the idea in the moms head of a get away? And who had each of them peel off with a son? I did, all so the canary in the closet would be alone at the end for hunting."

Her dress hits the floor as a beautiful thick cock springs out towards your face. Precum oozes from it as it bobs gently as she moves. With one last motion she picks something off the ground and places it on her head. A pair of cougar ears. "Do try and make it fun dougie. Its time for you to hide and the predator to hunt."

She gets on all fours and growls before your mind snaps out of the trance. This is a rough fucking you arent sure you are ready for. RUN!