You did

Theres a faint buzzing in your head where thoughts used to be. You glance frantically around the room for something to focus on as your scramble for an excuse. Your eyes bolt around the room but no words come out.

"Oh dear"

"Well there goes that."

"Jesus lisa.."

Lisa glares back at the group huddled im the room. She bites her tongue and narrows her eyes concerned. Before she can speak, Mrs. Sinfast comes back into the room. You hadnt even noticed she was missing before.

"Its a weird to be honest, rooting for my Peter to be slutty so i get laid is strange." The group glares at her as she moves through the room with a fresh wine somehow unable to feel the tension or see you. "I know hell be a freak and then ill get the first pick of swap two, lisa doug is a prime... whats wrong with everyone?" Mrs. Cherrypopper jerks her head in my direction causing samantha to gasp in horror.

"Doug.. maybe we should go upstairs and talk." Your mom takes your hand and leads you upstairs. You can vaguely hear voices behind you..

"Way to go samantha."

"How was i supposed to know!"

"I pulled his name too so now lisa gets to fuck my son and im out of luck!"

"Hush you all!"

"What if he tells the others?!"

You step into your bedroom and lisa shuts the door behind you. Your heart pounds out of control in your chest.. something is off.. each futa mom is anticipating you having an adverse reaction to the news but.. when you are honest.

The attention, oh wow the attention, makes you feel invincible. Something about the phrases, desire, ideas, and cravings of the moms numbs your mind. Hearing it all as if under water.. its soothing and now that you are shut back in your bedroom you struggle to regain the feeling.

Youd do anything for it.

"Doug.. are you ok?" Lisa looks genuinely concerned, as you process this all words.. fail to come out. She lays you onto your pillow and scoots closer on the bed turnt towards you. "Hmm i was worried about this. You see mom and her friends well.. were just joking really. Nothing was serious ha. Just fun to talk about young males sometimes. Makes us all feel young and beautiful but noone," she gets stern, motherly, "can ever make you do anything you dont want to. I wouldnt let them." She lets out a long sigh.

Finally words come back to you, "i know mom. I dont want you to be unhappy." You meant it, your mom has always been there for you, even with no father figure shes managed the whole single parent role perfectly.

She smiles weakly, "i know dougie, just a little disappointed. But thats not your fault at all."

Knock knock

"Sorry you two, i just wanted to see how doug is doing." Mrs. Johnson, a futa youve know for nearly your whole life enters. She sits softly on the opposite side of the bed letting out a long creak. "I just.. hate to see you upset."

Knock knock

Mrs. Sinfast and Mrs. Deepstroke enter. Samantha speaks warmly, "doug im so sorry for what i said, that wasnt ok and you didnt deserve that." She sits behind you mom and mrs. Deepstroke behind your head. She slowly starts to massage your head. It feels wonderful. That rush of emotions flood back. My god you missed it.

"Oh.. its no problem mrs. Sinfast.. i didnt mind." Your honesty changes the room immediately. Smiles creep on their faces, samanatha slowly caresses your tigh pulling it closer to her. Lisa takes your hand and rubs it gently.

Knock knock

Mrs. Dong and rocksteady enter. "Hows he doing" donna soothes in a concerned voice. She leans in the doorframe as mrs. Rocksteady sits opposite of samanatha.. for a second the seem to have a nonverbal discuission. Rachel smirks and pulls your other thigh over.

Knock knock

Your jaw drops. Mrs. Cherrypopper stands next to an embrassed mrs. Underskirt. She is decked out in full lacey bracier and garter. Her curves.. just unnaturally entrancing. "Sorry lisa borrowed a little something ha."

The group stares at you waiting. You blush as a hand massges your hair, your mom strokes your hand, both tighs are gently carassed firmly.. for the first time you notice. You legs are splayed and arms are pinned.

Lisa whispers to you causing every hair on your body to stand up. "If you want to help mommy you can. Do a good job and i can pick anyone i want in return. That would make me sooo happy. Dont you want to make mommy happy?"

You gulp.. the crowd waits in silence. "How do i do a good job?" Tension in the room skyrockets.

"Well sweetie.. generally its pleasureful for a futa to have their.. penis sucked then to finish inside of a willing male. If you wanted to make sure mommy gets a good pick youd want to let her friend try any position and.. it couldnt help to get your nose to her belly button." Lisa speaks nervous, careful, and soothingly. You mind is already numb. Looking between your legs you see Mrs. Underskirt hold up a wrapped condom for Mrs. Cherrypopper who grins. "But but! Only what you are comfortable with! Im sure Charlotte will be very gentle!" She shoots a look at mrs. Cherrypopper who is gleefully taunting Mrs. Rocksteady by waving around the condom.

You have never felt more excited. Like a mix of wanting to throw up combined with pure joy. Desperately you want to make your mom proud. She still strokes your hand calmly waiting for your response.

"Youll stay with me the whole time mom?" She nods and smiles down at you.

"I wont let anything bad happen."

"I want to do a good job.." you think as mrs. Cherrypopper slowly creeps onto the bed between your legs. Her sweet country perform getting stronger each second. If i.. can please everyone.. mom would get any boy she wants.. "are there enough condoms for everyone?"

The room errupts.