Help! Mom's the New FRAT pledge!
Principal Mom turned Country Slut
Chapter 1
by 
BadgerAttack
She squeezed her large tits, stuck out her tongue, letting the cum drip onto her breasts and roll down to her nipples, the pleasure making her legs shake and eyes roll up into her head.
“Pay attention you, dumb slut.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She said as she faced the camera with a dopey look of pleasure.
“Now tell them who you are.”
“Hi, ya’ll My name is Mary Anne Thompson and I’m just a dumb country slut **** for Delta Phi cock!”
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Mary Anne Thompson was many things. She was an award winning principal, an advocate for women’s right and leadership, a community guide, but on the cold frigid winter of her Son’s second semester at the University of Palo Mountain, her main title was concerned mother as she checked into her AirBNB. Her son, her pride and joy, had called her crying and concerned as he told her about the boys of Delta Phi. There was a whole lot of them, but it was the President, Marcus Menten, who, during pledge week had asked her son for a picture of his mom- he couldn't have known that they had already not accepted him and would then publicly humiliate her sweet boy for having a “MILF” mom by posting the picture of her face photoshopped onto an OnlyFans model. The ginger mother had grown used to hearing those kinds of words as she had gone through college, and had raised her son, but she had learned to tune them out as she realized men only respect women with power, so she had attained power. She had come up this week to meet with the President of the University Ann Schultz and discuss the nature of the incident and hopefully have the Fraternity permanently disbanded.
Unfortunately, Principal Schultz had been delayed by bad traffic on a trip back from a Conference in New York, so Mary Anne had been **** to reschedule her meeting for the following morning.
She set her phone down, sighing. It was still early, barely 6 PM, and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep yet. She walked over to the window of the small AirBNB she'd rented, looking out at the cluster of student houses. The first signs of Friday night revelry were beginning to stir.
The house directly across the street was massive, a crumbling Victorian structure that looked like it had been held together by generations of cheap beer and deferred maintenance. Loud, rhythmic bass began to pulse from within it, a deep throb that vibrated faintly through the windowpane. *Delta Phi* she thought, remembering her son's description of the hell hole which stood like a monument of sexism and callous indifference.
The sound level escalated quickly. By 8 PM, the house was a beacon of noise, with music so loud it felt less like hearing and more like being struck by sound waves. Mary Anne tried reading a book, then attempted to work on some emails, but the unrelenting thump-thump-thump made concentration impossible. She checked the time again. 10:30 PM. She desperately needed a good night’s rest to face the University President.
She grabbed her phone, debating calling the non-emergency police line, but hesitated. She didn't want to start an official conflict before her meeting with Principal Schultz. She thought about her son, how powerless he must have felt against these boys. She realized that making a call might solve the noise problem tonight, but it wouldn't solve the problem.
She rubbed her temples, the bass vibrating behind her eyes. Fine, she thought, closing her laptop with a decisive snap. *If I can’t sleep, I can at least tell them to turn it down*. It was a simple, neighborly request, a common sense expectation she was sure even the "gentleman of Delta Phi" would adhere to. She found her jacket, took a deep breath, and walked out the door, crossing the street toward the center of the noise.
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