Mrs. Muntz peeled back her bathrobe, parted her stubbly legs, and shoved Marge up her cunt, head-first. The blue beehive-hairdo worked like a pipecleaner as it twisted around her inner folds. Marge's muffled screams vibrated better than any of the rubber and plastic products she had purchased from the local sex store. "Shit, my son ain't getting this one back!" she huffed, "You're mine now!" Marge hoped this hadn't sealed her fate. Next, Nelson's mother.....
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