Momma's Thanksgiving stuffing
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I beheld the dinner table spread my wife had painstakingly slaved away at for the last several hours. I sat down and began amassing a hefty plate. I don’t know why she made so much since it was just the two of us this year. Probably trying to make our first Thanksgiving alone special. I got a big heaping of my favorite dish, the stuffing. I took a bite, and as soon as I swallowed it, my wife asked eagerly, “Do you like it?” I should have given my reply more thought, but we ain’t been married long and I’m still learning that the best response isn’t always the honest one. “It’s not as good as my mom’s.” Next thing I know my wife’s face gets real red, and I can practically see the smoke coming out her ears. I’m reminded of my dad’s warning to never marry a witch, as my wife raises her wand, and I feel myself start to transform. Suddenly I’m all curvy, and as I look down, I realize I’m an exact copy of my Ma, just without any clothes. I notice my wife is transforming too, into a copy of me! My eyes drift to the very familiar cock between her legs. It’s hard. I want it so badly for some reason. Another wave of her wand and all the dishes disappear from the table. She pushes me down with her strong arms, and shoves her hard dick into my hairy pussy. WIth a growl she says, “Ya like this stuffing better, momma’s boy?!”