A beginning

Shortly after your 18th birthday you were at home, leaned against the kitchen worktop, eating cereal from the box when your mother came home from work. The sound of her keys dropping into the glass bowl in the hallway, announcing her arrival before she walked in, pecking you on the cheek before sitting to take off her shoes.

“Good day?” You asked between cornflake crunches.

“Long” she groaned, “Becky was off sick so guess who had to compile her reports, which, surprise surprise, were due today”

“Uh-hu” you said with as much interest as you felt.

“There was something funny though,” she said, her face changing to a grin,

“Do you remember I told you about Charlotte at work?”

“Was she the mad one or the futa one?” You asked, trying to remember.

“The futa one. You’d remember if you saw her, 6 foot 9 with an hourglass figure. Well I showed her the picture of you from your 18th”

“The one with me at the water park?”

“Yeah the one where you’re smiling nicely for a change,” she said sarcastically before continuing, “we’ll she loved it, said you were perfect, according to her you would drive any futa crazy, said you were “futa bait””

You were take aback by this news a little, you had never been called perfect or desirable by anyone, and the thought of it gave you a warm feeling inside. Even if it was just your mum’s work colleague.

“Oh… well that’s good to know… i guess” you replied, unsure of how to take the news. Your mum grinned as she enjoyed watching you squirm with awkwardness before you left the room, hearing her giggling softly to herself behind you.

Were you really futa bait? What did that even mean? Could it be that an entire group of people found you irresistibly attractive. You resolved to find out.