Hanna Jurasek answered her telephone.
"Hi Hanna. You busy at the moment?"
"No, Karen, in fact I just sat down with a cup of coffee to read the paper, and then watch the "Price is Right."
What's up?"
"This is very serious, Hanna. My daughter, Patty, has been moping around for the last couple of days. I finally got her to tell me what was going on. She was very embarrassed. You know how college girls are about telling their Mom anything. What I am about to tell you is something that is planned for our sons and the other boys at the General Motors Advanced Management College in Kettering."
"Wait Karen, I want to turn the TV down. Okay, it is down, so continue."
"Well, Patty was swimming at the YMCA. After, she was in the locker room area. There were twenty girls from the Kettering Junior College swim team. Patty overheard them talking. The girls were discussing the fact that one hundred percent of the graduates from GM Advanced are immediately hired by GM to be fast tracked in the management program. It was mentioned that the starting salary was thirty-three thousand. They went on to say that with the job market as it is now, there were few jobs for girls from Kettering Junior College. The only way to be sure of being independent from their parents was to marry a GM boy, or at least have one get you pregnant so that he has to support you and your child."
"Good God, Karen, what do they plan to do?"
"They all have gone off the pill. They know the GM guys all hang out at the "Blarney Castle" lounge.
They even discussed carrying condoms with holes punched in them, so that the guys will think they are safe, even when they are not."
"Karen; Sara Huberman's son, Walter, and Vicki Vanclette's son, Josh, are also students at GM. We should warn them too. What do you think that we should do about this, just tell the boys to keep their peters in their pants?"
"Hanna, I don't know about your son, but my nineteen your old is absent a brain. I swear that he always has a hard on. He went steady with Ruth Richmond for six months. I checked his Jockey shorts the next day after he went out with her. I found stains along with her pussy hair every time. If I tell him that there are twenty hot girls that want to fuck he and his friends he will hunt them down and fuck them every night. The girls will win this little war we have here before it starts."
"Your right, Karen. Look, I will phone Vicki, and Sara to fill them in. We can get a bite at "Friendly's" after the greater Dayton PTA conference this Saturday. Think of what we should do in the meantime. Okay?"
"Hanna, I have a solution in mind. It is drastic. What you should ask Vicki and Sara is; just how far will they go to protect their sons? I will lay it out for you on Saturday. See you, for now."
The only reason that Karen Poplowski from Dayton had met Hanna Jurasek from Beavercreek, Vicki Vanclette from West Carrolton City, and Sara Huberman from Trotwood was because they each represented their cities PTA at the Greater Dayton PTA conferences.
All four woman ordered a "Club Sandwich" and coffee at "Friendly's." At ten PM, there were few patrons, so they were able to sit in a back corner, by themselves.
There were four very serious irate women sitting at that table. "Bastards," hissed Vicki.
"Little no good Bitches. Nobody is going to ruin my son's life" Sara spat out.
Hanna added, "My Billy has worked so hard to get into GM. Now, those conniving bitches want to rob him of everything."
Karen took a deep breath. "It looks like you all grasp just how serious this is. Before I get into the only solution I have come up with, let me cover the givens.
First, we agree that our sons, while we love them, do not have a brain. They all think with their cocks. Second, If they know where to find a willing woman to fuck, that is exactly where they will go. Third, asking our husbands to have a talk with our sons about twenty college girls that want to be fucked will result in our sons being told to supply their own condoms, and maybe one of our sweeties trying to pass himself off as a college boy at "Blarney Castle." So, if we are going to prevent these girls from having our sons fuck them, we must provide a diversion. A damn good one that we control. Agree?"
Sara, Vicki, and Hanna nodded.
Karen took a sip of her coffee. She sat back and looked from one to another of the women. She was about to put her reputation on the line. If one of these women was to get up and tell her that under no circumstances would she do what Karen was about to recommend, and then to stomp out and tell others, her days of being an educator in this section of Ohio would be over. For her son, she would do anything.
"The only way to say this is to get right to the point. The solution is for each of us to fuck all the boys, except our own son."
There were no gasps. No one pulled away from the table. No one blinked.
Karen went on, "To be clear, I mean for each boy to be offered three of us for his use. I want my son to fuck so much that he has a problem getting a hard on."
Sara, "Do you see any problem in getting them to be interested in us? We are all forty-two."
Vicki added, "I'm sure as hell going to find out. Frankly, I'm scared. It has been a long time since I have been to bed with anyone except my Anthony."
"Speaking of our husbands. Are you all available, time wise, to spend time doing this?" Intoned Hanna.
They compared notes. As it turned out, each of them had large blocks of time when they had no call on them each week.
They spent the next hour providing each other with a detailed written report of where the boys could be found, and when. Jobs, classes, apartment locations - each lived with other guys. Last but not least, a picture. Karen had requested that each woman bring pictures and notes about her son.
Just before they broke up for the night, Karen said, "Look, we have to be able to discuss this project on the phone, and near other people without drawing attention. I move that we call it; "Amenity Project."
