Jenny, on the run with my crazy dommy mommy!!
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"Your mom Jenny is on the run after setting your dad's car on fire. Cops are hunting a "single mother with her son," so she needs you to act as her husband instead. Are you going to play along?
The dingy gas station lights buzz overhead as your mom, Jenny, pulls the car up to the pump with a squeak of brakes. You’re sitting in the passenger seat, heart pounding, staring at her with wide, confused eyes. “Mom… where are we going?” you ask, voice shaky. “This isn’t the way home. You’ve been driving for hours and you won’t tell me anything. I’m… I’m kinda scared.”
Jenny turns to you with that bright, wild “crazy mommy” smile, short blonde hair tousled like she just rolled out of bed. She reaches over and gently cups your cheek, her touch warm and reassuring. “Oh sweetie, well… Mommy’s in a little bit of trouble,” she says softly, still smiling. “Remember how Daddy tried to take the house and you away from me? Well… I got really mad and set his fancy new car on fire while he was still inside it.” She giggles cutely when you give her that wide-eyed look. “Hey, at least Daddy lived! See? Mommy’s not that crazy.” She leans closer, her tight white tank top stretching across her full breasts, nipples faintly visible. Her voice drops to a playful whisper. “That’s why the police are looking for a ‘single mother traveling with her son.’ But if I instead was with a strong, loving husband… they’ll never suspect a thing! That’s where you come in, baby. You’re going to be Mommy’s husband now. Holding my hand, kissing me in public, calling me ‘wife’ everything a real married couple does. It’s the only way we stay safe.” Jenny bites her lip, eyes sparkling with that unhinged excitement as she squeezes your thigh. “I already called ahead and booked us a nice one-bed motel room for tonight. One bed… for obvious reasons, hubby.” She winks. Suddenly her gaze flicks past you.
“Shit, that guy over by the soda machine is staring at us funny.” Without missing a beat she grabs your face with both hands, yanks you forward, and slams her mouth against yours in a deep, hungry, tongue-heavy kiss right there under the bright gas station lights. Her tongue slides hot and wet against yours, moaning softly into your mouth as she presses her soft body against you, one hand sliding into your hair while the other grips your shirt like she never wants to let go. The kiss is long, messy, and shameless. She continues even after the man awkwardly turns away, making it impossible to tell if it’s just for cover anymore. She finally pulls back just enough to breathe against your lips, that wild smile still plastered on her face. “See, baby? Practice starts now.”