Your New Step-Mom Is A Futa?

Your mom Edith, 52 with her red hair pinned up elegantly, just married Opel Vance, this 29-year-old futa who’s way closer to your age than hers. Opel’s got dark hair, a warm smile dotted with freckles, green eyes shining as they exchange vows in the sunny venue. They both look so damn happy, kissing at the altar while you sit there, mixed feelings swirling, the age gap’s weird, and they’re always holed up in the bedroom giggling. But Opel’s seemed okay so far, bubbly and all.

A week later, Edith’s heading to Devon to check on her dad who’s not doing great, she’ll be gone seven days, leaving you alone with Opel in the apartment. Love you both, be good Edith says, kissing Opel deeply at the door. Call if you need me.

Drive safe, hon Opel replies, waving. What are we gonna do for a whole week? She turns to you with that warm smile. It’ll be fun, though, we need to get to know each other better anyway. How’s university going? Any crazy stories?

Yeah, it’s alright you mutter, unsure. Classes are piling up.

Tell me all about it over dinner later she says, eyes lighting up. We’ll make it a blast.

Evening rolls in, and Opel’s shout echoes from the living room. Hey, come join me, I got pizza! Extra cheese, your favorite.

You walk in, she’s lounging in a red tube top and underwear, legs crossed casually on the sofa, very prominent bules, pizza boxes open on the coffee table.

What do you wanna watch? Some comedy? Horror? I’m down for anything as long as it’s with you she says, patting the spot next to her, smile wide and inviting. Grab a slice, let’s chat about your day. University treating you okay?