So I’m going to be a married man. Whoop-de-fucking-doo, right? At first, I was on top of the world. Spending the rest of my life with my soulmate? It’s a dream come true. And, hey, it’s not like I don’t like my fiance. It’s just… Fucking one person for the rest of my life? That’s a scary thought. And that’s where things get really fucking weird. I go to vent my problems to my stepmom and my best man’s stepmom, who’re both in their wedding dresses. What the fuck? I brush it off and think, “Ah, what the hell, they’re feeling nostalgic.” But then, as I was explaining my reservations to my stepmom, she and her friend pounced on me like a tigress hunting her prey along the banks of the Ganges, slinking low to the ground, her every step a sultry declaration of dominance. Her eyes burned with a pang of hunger so intense it could melt glaciers – her muscles rippled like forbidden poetry, and her claws – oh, her hot milf claws – poised to deliver one swift, devastatingly seductive swipe that whispered, ‘You’re mine.'” Well, maybe not quite that weird, but shit, I’m sucking on my friend’s stepmom’s titties and he walks in. Things really get weird when we start fucking each other’s moms in front of each other. But, of course, that wasn’t enough for these women – they want some of their own stepson’s cock.
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