Upstairs

"Ok lets start," swiftly Rachel moves across the room and flips the light switches. One must been a master because the house instantly got very dark with no lights in the neighborhood as well. You can barely make out the curvy shape of all three moms ahead of you. Uncharacteristically all three let out a giggle before scrambling into the dark of the house.

"Should we count?" You ask the other two.

"Nah," said greg. "A little childish dont you think. "What do you think alec?"

"45, 46, 47.." not listening Alec had been counting the whole time. "58, 59, 60. Here we come!" Greg shakes his head in disbelief as alec runs into the dark of the house.

"Well guess spread out and come back for the whistle. Clocks ticking." Greg says with a wave before also entering the house.

Maybe its the darkness but the sounds in the house seem amplified. The sounds of wet stirring are faint from the kitchen. Hmm.. i guess no one checked with mrs. Underskirt and matt before turning off the lights. They are clearly still working on food. As you approach the door to warn them the sound of faint moaning now mixes with the wet. The wet seems more and more like.. sucking. You knock gently on the door, "ms. Underskirt do you need the lights back on?"

There is an abrupt crash of pans, "NO NO NO, umm.. no keep going sweetie you are amazing wrapped around my cock..."

"Mrs. Underskirt?" You ask interupting her frantic whispering. "You sure you are ok?"

The sloppy wet sound picks up in the darkness, "ooohh yes, doug no sorry.. matt is just.... licking the beaters.. yeah. Run along dont worry about us."

You shut the door and walk towards the stairs. The sounds of one of the other searchers echos from the basement. You decide to head up the stairs which creak loudly as you walk up them. Holding the railing for support in the dark you realize sound would be the only way to get around. As you break the dark treshold of the next floor you again hear the sounds from earlier. By now your limited night vision was helping see into the hallway.

The sounds echo faintly, moans, groans, sucking, and slapping. Blood rushes to your crotch.. the futanari moms plans.. were working. And there arent many left. The doors lining the hallway have all sorts of things behind them.