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Actually, I am. Okay, good. Great. I really need you to take a look at this.

Oh, Shannon dyed her hair. It looks pretty.

Yeah, pretty if you're trying to look like some bimbo stripper. No, no, keep

scrolling.

Oh, wow.

She's at Fleur de Lis. I heard the food's amazing.

Right? It's a pretty fancy place.

How funny is that?

She hates, like, expensive, pretentious restaurants.

And look, she's all dressed up.

Right? Look at that.

That's a new dress.

No, no, keep scrolling. Keep going.

Right there, stop.

Look at that necklace.

I didn't buy that for her.

Do you even think those are real diamonds?

Honey, I don't know. What's your point?

That she's a buffalo wings and beer kind of girl. She never gets dressed up, let

alone has ever dyed her hair, especially some disgusting platinum blonde color.

You know what? People change.

Right. We used to laugh at, like, Michelin star restaurants and the people

talk about, like, summer in the Hamptons and, like, going to weird Broadway

shows.

Okay, look, I'm going to be late, so I have a lasagna in the fridge.

You can heat it up, eat it. If you could just, you know, lock up on your way out,

that would be great.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. You're not getting it. Can't you see? Look.

She's dating.

She's probably fucking mom.

And she's not just fucking anybody.

She's fucking some trust fund douchebag.

Drives around in like a convertible red McLaren. Look at this thing.

Here, watch. You can scroll down.

Look at this watch.

That thing probably costs more than my house.

Okay, you know what?

Why don't you make yourself a nice strong gin and tonic? I got the good

gin, okay? Or I have some craft beers for you, if that's more your thing.

She was gone all last week. She won't even talk to me.

She's locked herself up in the spare bedroom.

Like, I don't even know what I'm going to do, huh?

You need to move on, honey.

Look, why don't you stay the night, tonight, and we'll talk when I get back.

Are you wearing heels? Those things hurt your feet.

I'm trying to look nice. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. No, we're not doing this.

Hey, we're not doing this again. I'm not going to rub your sweaty, stinky feet

for hours.

I'm going to miss my train.

What am I going to do, Mama?

I know.

I know it hurts.

It does. It really does fucking hurt.

It feels like I got a lump in my throat that just won't go away.

And it feels like she stabbed me right in the heart. You know what?

This reminds me of when your dad and I split up.

You know, he left your mom for me.

You think that I would have known better.

Oh, sweetie, I hate to see you like this. You're my bear.

How am I going to get her back, my mom?

Chad, look at me.

You divorced.

You need a clean separation.

You should move out of that house, or you should have her move out of the

house. No.

No, she stays.

We're not divorced yet. We're just separated.

She told you she wants to see other people.

She's seeing someone else. You have to move on.

What? No, no, this isn't real. This is theater.

It's a facade.

It's some vengeful plot to get back at me, to try and hurt me.

So that way I pine after her.

Shannon has never struck me as the vengeful type.

I can't imagine her, you know, coming up with some elaborate scheme.

Oh, yeah?

Well, she's obviously not the angel that we thought she was.

She's playing sugar baby to some millionaire.

And he's not swooping in and wifing her up.

He's just using her like some cheap whore.

And she's doing it all on social media so that I can see it.

I have an idea.

How about you go on a date?

No! Shannon's my wife.

She's my soulmate.

I can't do that.

You know, you look pretty today.

Thank you.

You were going somewhere.

Yeah, I was. And if I leave now, I can still make that train.

I got it.

I know what'll win her back.

She needs to see me go out on a date with someone else. Yes, that's exactly

what I've been trying to tell you.

So what you need to do is you need to just dust yourself off and we could get

you on some dating sites. No, no, no. Hell no. That's pathetic.

I'm not picking up some desperate chick while she's hanging out with some

billionaire playboy. I need to up the ante.

I should send her a text.

Say I'm going on a date with a gorgeous girl.

What can I say that sounds good? What can I say that will make her super

jealous? Okay, no, no. I'm sorry, but I am of the opinion that honesty is always

the best course of action.

Yeah.

I should send her something that sounds considerate. Like a loving husband.

My love. No, no, scratch that.

Hey, Shannon.

I'm going on a date with a gorgeous gal.

I'm at her house right now.

And I can leave anytime.

If you're not comfortable with me seeing other people yet, I'm going to keep my

phone on.

So just send me a text.

If that's not okay, and I'll come home, send.

Oh my God, this sounds so good. I would marry me twice.

Oh God, you know I thought I taught you better.

You did, you did. You taught me to stand up for myself.

And that's exactly what I'm doing.

What did she say? Did she text you back?

Well, I can't believe it.

What?

She obviously doesn't think I'm being serious.

Otherwise she wouldn't say, sounds good, have a great time.

Yeah, you know, I'm really, I'm going to be late.

No, no, no, you can't leave, I need you.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I'm staying under this picture.

What? That is so immature.

Come on.

She's not gonna... You know, this is gonna backfire. This is gonna backfire.

Because she's not gonna get jealous of you holding hands with some old lady,

okay? Oh, baloney. You got soft, delicate, feminine little hands.

There's not a wrinkle on them, even though you work so hard, Mama.

Oh, thank you. But even so, I don't want to be a part of this scheme.

She's not answering back. Of course not.

What if she knows it's you?

Oh, fuck! That's so embarrassing!

What if she recognizes the sofa?

Or like the background?

Fuck!

Man, fuck.

Fuck.

Relax, hon.

Just tell her it was a joke. Tell her the truth.

I took her to see my mom, but she's not home. Have you seen my

stepmom by chance?

Didn't you say that you were bringing her to meet me? To my house?

Yeah, yeah.

But maybe she lives next door or something.

It's a good save.

I don't think I'm overthinking it.

She said, sounds cool.

Have fun.

Have fun? What, is she making fun of me?

No, no, she's being sincere.

She means that she doesn't mind.

No, it sounds like she's taunting me, like it's a challenge.

She doesn't think I can nail some hot babe.

Okay, but I thought you were implying that you were in love with this hot

babe, and that's why you were bringing her over to meet me.

Well...

Good to... Fuck!

Fuck!

Chad, language.

I'm sorry, Mama. I'm sorry.

It's alright.

Okay.

I know what I need. I need a romantic pic. Like you were saying.

And you look so good in that dress. Can I take a picture of the two of us in it?

You look so good, Mama.

Chad, how many times has she seen me, though?

She's never seen you in that dress.

I don't even recognize you. You look so good.

I won't take a picture of your face at all.

Come on, please, Mama.

Please, Mama.

Let me see the picture.

Hold up. I'm waiting for a response.

I need something else.

You know what? I need... Chadwick!

Oh, come on! Mama, it's not like you're naked or anything.

I still got her red receipts on.

Oh, I'm a man, okay?

You know, my body, it just, you know, does these things. It's fine.

Honestly, I find it a bit flattering.

You do?

Yeah.

Can you put your hand on my cock for a pic, Mom?

No, absolutely not.

Oh, come on. You said you'd do anything for me. Please, I really need this, Mom.

I'm trying to get Shannon back.

It's not like I'm asking you to do anything nasty.

Please, Mama?

and is a lucky lady.

Yeah?

Yeah. In more ways than one.

She said she was turning her phone off.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no, no. She's lying.

She wouldn't turn her phone off. She's just getting a taste.

Come on, I need you to take your hand and run it through my chest hair. Shanna

used to do it to me.

You know what? I'm getting a little tired of this.

Come on, it's tamer than putting your hand on my cock.

Chad, God.

Come on, just rub your little elegant hands through my chest hair.

Like that.

Feels nice.

Feels really nice. It does.

You know, it reminds me of your dad.

He had a lot of chest hair, too.

Oh, don't talk about my dad. I was trying to get my dick hard.

You mean harder?

Well, yeah.

Look, she never turned her phone off.

Look, she's getting in all the pics. She's seeing them all.

Oh.

Come on, I need another pic with your hand on my cock. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Absolutely not.

Oh, come on, Mama.

If you do this for me, I'll be forever in your debt.

Okay? I love you, Mama.

I just need this one thing.

I mean, we've already gone this far, right?

Was that lace panties I saw?

Chad.

What? They look really good. They look sexy.

Just relax. Stop.

Black sheer lace panties.

Can I take a picture of them?

Chad. Come on, they look so sexy.

You think so?

I know so.

Take these off.

Don't show my face.

Okay. I mean, this is less for you anyways. You know, you're just going to

lay there.

Just let me take some pictures.

Okay.

Are you sure?

It looks good. It looks so good.

This isn't weird, me being your stepmother.

No, no.

No, I don't think it's weird.

Oh, okay.

Oh, my goodness.

Let me... Take your panties off. Let me get close to it at least.

What? Are you sure? Yeah, yeah.

Just don't show my face. It

definitely

feels good.

It's just next to it. I won't go in.

Okay. Is that okay?

Come here. Come to me.

Look at that thing. It's huge.

I can feel how big it was in my hand.

So it looks like it's real.

This would not look good. I know, I know. If this got out.

Might as well, right?

I've already gone this far.

I'll take some more

Are they sweaty?

No, no, no.

I love you, son.

See, I'm your baby boy. You're my baby boy.

With a big cock. With a huge cock.

It's so wet now.

It's all slippery.

Oh my goodness.

Just like that.

My good boy.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, baby.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

You get on top of the right.

Be my good boy.

Yes, my good boy.

Yeah.

Oh, God.

That's so good.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, that's nice.

That's right, sweetie.

Oh, that's my good boy.

Yes, of course.

Yes,

you're my good boy.

Just so fucking energetic and strong.

Oh, God.

Yes, I can. Oh, my

God.

Oh, I love your mouth right there on that cock. Oh, I never thought this

would happen.

It is so hot.

That's my good boy.

That's my good boy.

It feels so good.

It feels so good.

Like

fucking your

mama's pussy.

I love you, mama.

Yes, I love you too, son.

I'll even point out. Do you feel good, mama?

I feel so good.

I do.

You like that big hug, mama? I do.

Thank you.

Okay,

yeah

Yeah.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Yes.

Oh, you're such a good boy.

You don't want to come on your mama's face. You don't want to come on my

mama's face.

Fuck your mom is so good

Yes, yes.

Did it go?

Is that your phone?

Yeah, that was my phone.

She said she wants to talk now.

It worked? Of course it worked!

I told you!