Hi Everyone! Last commission before I disappear for a bit to work in a mega sized story that someone commissioned, also futa X male.
This was a commission from a really nice fan. He wanted in a similar vein to Trashy Suburban Futa, so per his request, expect similar body types and overall vibe to that story. Meaning the futa of this story is mature, curvy, rough and a bit slovenly. See DittoChad, Honeybread, or similar futa artists for examples of what I mean.
This story is a little darker at times, in terms of realistic themes. Also gonna make sure this stays in NonCon, bc there's definitely some of that at the beginning. Reluctance at the very least. So huge huge huge
TRIGGER WARNING
! Some of the themes in this story involve drunken sexual aggression (no beating), choking, shouting, rough sex, divorce, reluctance, coercion, and general noncon category stuff.
As always.
DO NOT
do
ANY
this in real life. I do not condone nor support the use of any themes of non-consent or coercion in real life. Always ask consent, no means no, and do not coerce or make anybody feel uncomfortable.
On with the story!
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My name is Lyle. I live in upstate New York.
When I was 13 my parents split from each other. The divorce was rough to say the least. My parents hated each other by the end of it. They got split custody of me but it didn't make my life any less easy. Two birthdays, two holidays, two grad parties to highschool, the works.
My mother was a working lawyer, she was busy a lot, I loved her, but I didn't ever really spend too much time with her. With so much free time on her days I started to get away with a lot. She made enough to support herself and me somewhat, but she always brought me good presents, and took me out to eat. She was more caring of me, despite her horrible work schedule.
My dad was a fucking bum however. He also let me get away with a lot, but that was more out of neglect than anything. I gave him plenty of chances and he had always let me down. He didn't work nearly as much as my Mom, and was a gambling addict, mild alcoholic, and overall not a good fit to be a parent. Somehow he got half custody of me in the end.
With a lot of problems in my upbringing, it's no wonder by the time I was just turning 18, that I was a total brat.
My brown hair dyed black, punk attitude, and lot's of rebellion. It was better with my mom, but I was misbehaving a lot at that time. Skipping class, going to parties, getting in fights, the works.
It never really stopped, desperate cries of attention for my parents that were rarely heeded, much to my anger.
Towards the end of my senior year, my Dad started seeing a new woman, only adding to the pyre of hatred I was burning towards him.
Her name was Cindy.
"She's an incredible woman, Lyle." He'd say to me, "She's responsible, she acts like an adult, she knows how to communicate, and she's the boss of her own company. You know, you could learn a lot from a woman like her."
"Uh huh..." I'd grumble.
When I met Cindy, to say my attitude was bad towards her was an understatement.
Cindy walked in, laughing with my Dad as he brought her inside. My dad saw me watching TV, my shoes up on the couch.
"Oh! Cindy! Cindy! Come here, this is my son, Lyle!" He ushered her over.
I looked over and almost had to double take. Looming over my father was a woman at least six feet tall, taller, maybe 6'5 at the bare minimum. She had a professional black pixie cut, it was short, perfectly even and hung over her forehead. She had circular glasses, dark mascara, and red lipstick over her thick wide lips. Her nose was prominent too, slightly broad, but stuck out perfectly between her large frame glasses, light freckles across her bridge.
Her face denoted her age, clearly somewhere in her 40s. The deep laugh lines on her cheeks showed it the most.
Her cheeks were full, her face was a little more round, but her neck had almost no fat on it at all. However as you went down you could see she had some weight on her, but it all seemed to be going to the most eye-catching places. By that, I meant that her breasts and her ass were barely contained in the tight black dress she was wearing. It clung to her wide torso and belly, showing everything off. Excess fat went to her sides and some on her arms, but underneath was clearly a firm layer of muscle, especially in her arms and legs. Her forearms were thick, same as her biceps, but the musculature was hidden under her vast flesh. Her thighs were sculpted and massive, absolute zeppelins connected to muscular calves that fit into big red heels. Her butt was big and round, bigger than my entire head.
Her hands were long and muscular, painted with red nail polish. She had a working woman's hands, but one palm could fit over my entire face. She held them together politely, waving at me with a delightful warm smile.
"Hi there Lyle! Nice to meet you!" She chimed.
Caught off guard, I instantly put up my wall and turned away from her, rolling my eyes.
"Wow. How much did he pay you." I scoffed.
My dad let out a nervous chuckle, Cindy also letting out her own awkward laugh at that.
"Do you-uh normally let your son put his shoes on the couch?"
"Ah well. He really won't listen if I tell him not to. Little stinker." He grabbed at my ear playfully.
I swatted his hand away and shot him a death glare. Filling the room with a profound awkward silence.
"He's uh... ah man... what a kidder... a real... yeah, well anyway! Let me show you around!" My Dad stammered, recovering.
"Sure." She said warmly.
Her heels clacked through the house, MY house, as she let out half-hearted stupid compliments. I heard her comment on my room, my dad saying something that was clearly meant to be a jab at me.
She let out a mirthful chuckle as she gave her own snide comment.
She left that night, giving a loving little smooch on my dad's cheek. I could see on his face that he was smitten with her. I knew what was going to happen next... and I didn't like it...
She continued to come over, for dinner, for date night, all to see my fuck up of a Dad. She didn't know how much of a scumbag he was. She didn't know at all, was this some sad attempt at getting a family in her late life? I wasn't going to be subject to her stupid fantasy while she settled for a piece of shit like him.
I gave as much attitude as I could to her, brushing her off, ignoring her, passive aggressively commenting, the works.
Despite that... she still continued to see my father.
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I'd talk shit about her to my mom all the time, but she didn't even seem to really care, much to my annoyance.
"What do I care what your father does, Lyle?" My mom would sigh, making a rushed dinner for me.
"She's some fucking random sad old lady he found to replace you! You don't even care?!"
"Not especially. She'll find out who your father is in time. Give her a break, kid. I'm not gonna pointlessly hate a woman I don't even know."
"She's a stranger, and I don't need a new mom! This is stupid! I have to deal with their dumb little act almost every night!"
"Well. Your father knows how to turn on the charm for the first year before he starts slipping back to himself. So I'm sure she'll be out of your hair soon buddy."
"Not likely. He's probably gonna propose to her."
"Well. From what I've heard so far, your complaints about her feel a little unwarranted. Don't be so mean to her, eventually your Dad is gonna dump her on the street and she'll need the support. You don't need to make an enemy out of her..."
"Yeah whatever..." I grumbled.
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Not even six months later did he propose.
Then suddenly, Cindy was my stepmom.
Then suddenly we were moved into her boring house.
Then suddenly I was away from all my friends as I was about to graduate high school.
Then suddenly, the trip to my mom's was now a pain in the ass.
Literally months left in high school, so no room to make new friends, and making my graduation one of the loneliest experiences of my life.
My attitude only got worse and worse, my resentment grew. Only growing further when Cindy tried to play the role of mom.
"Lyle, dear, please pick up after yourself"
"Lyle, shoes off, good lord."
"Lyle, would it kill you to clean your room?"
