Skip Day

This story is a commission, and may contain themes and fetishes that are not usual for my work and/or that you do not like. These include futanari, , cumplay, femdom, and bisexual content. The first chapter of this story is based on "Sharon, the Horny Futa MILF" by Dongstar, so please check out their work! Thanks for reading.

Marcus and Cassidy both thought that Senior Skip Day would be one of the most special days of their time in high school... A day to look back on for years to come. A significant coming-of-age milestone in the life journey of the 18-year-old twins.

They had no idea how right they'd be.

Their plan when they left the house that morning was simple: instead of going to class, they'd meet up with Cassidy's girlfriend Trixie. Then they'd catch an early movie, before heading to the park to eat junk food and reflect back on their final year.

The boys were in such a hurry to leave that they beat Trixie to the theater by almost an hour. They decided to kill some time at the arcade machines, wasting quarters on an old shoot-'em-up.

As Marcus's plane got shot down for the seventh time, his brother elbowed him in the ribs. "Dude."

Following his gaze, the boy's eyes went wide: two machines down was a tall, middle-aged woman. She was leaning over a fighting game cabinet, and Marcus's eyes were immediately drawn to the generous cleavage spilling out of her tank top. But that's not where the show ended: her midriff was exposed, and her low-cut jeans hugged her thick, luscious curves.

"Holy shit," he mumbled, unable to tear his eyes off the woman as her breasts wobbled and her ass swayed with every tug of the joystick. Eventually she won, letting out a little woop of triumph before turning away from the machine and wandering over to another.

"Dude, I think I've seen her before," Cassidy said, as they watched her jean-clad ass bounce off and around the corner. "Isn't she Annamom?"

"Wait, Anna? Wouldn't that mean she's a..."

"Futa? Yeah." Cassidy said with a nod. "C'mon, let's find out!" With that he dropped into a crouch and started stalking his way across the arcade area, peeking around each machine.

Rolling his eyes, Marcus followed... Until his brother stopped abruptly, and let out a gasp. "Look!"

Crouching down with Cassidy, Marcus looked through the crack between a racing game and a pinball machine. He could tell by the jeans and generous hips that the same MILF was on the other side, just a few feet away--And he could tell from the giant bulge in the front of her pants that she really was Anna's mother.

"Fuck me," Marcus whispered, putting his hand on Cassidy's shoulder for support. "She's bigger than I am."

"Of course she is... I heard Anna's the biggest futa in school," Cassidy hissed back.

"And I'm very proud of her," a voice replied, loud and sudden enough to make both boys jump and send them toppling onto the floor. "You know I can hear you, right?"

Stepping around the arcade machines, the futa woman tried not to laugh at what she saw: two boys trying to pick themselves off the sticky tiles of the theater floor, knocking each other off-balance with each attempt.

"Oh, dear... C'mon, you two," she giggled, offering her hands and effortlessly pulling both brothers to their feet. As they brushed themselves off, she put her hands on her hips. "Don't you know it's rude to stare at a woman's--"

"I'm sorry," Marcus blurted out, struggling between meeting her gaze and looking down her top.

"--Stare at a woman's cock without her permission," the woman finished firmly. "It's also rude to interrupt, by the way."

"S-sorry--My brother's was just, uh, distracted," Cassidy stammered. "I mean... Um..."

"I know what you mean," she replied with a wink. "I'm Alison."

"Marcus... And this is Cassidy," the embarrassed boy said, finally settling on staring at her left shoulder.

"So, you boys are friends with my daughter?"

"Not really, but, uh... We've heard stories."

"Is that so?" Alison's hand traced its way across her thigh, settling between her legs. The boys could hardly believe their eyes as she cupped her own crotch, adjusting the bulge--The steadily growing bulge. "Why don't we go somewhere a little quieter, and you can tell me all about it?"