Two blonde Bombshell soccer moms

Both Mom and dad's bodies glowed, stretched, and reshaped in front of him. Clothes stretched and reshaped, revealing curves that had never been there before. Their hair lengthened and lightened into long, shiny blonde waves that cascaded down their backs. Their faces softened into identical smiling bombshells, with full, pouty lips, high cheekbones, and bright, seductive blue eyes. Their bodies swelled into perfect hourglass figures, with heavy, round breasts that strained against tight athletic tops, and wide hips that led to thick, toned thighs.

They blinked, then both turned to Randy at the exact same time. Their eyes lit up with pure, hungry interest.

“Oh my god,” the first one breathed, voice warm and already thick with lust. “Who are you?”

“Who is this guy?” the second one echoed, stepping closer without hesitation. “He’s so fucking hot.”

They moved together, circling him, twin smiles spreading across their faces as they drank him in like they had never seen anything better.

“You’re ridiculously sexy,” the first one said, reaching out to run her fingers down his chest without asking. “Look at that face. That body. I can’t stop staring.”

“Extremely sexy,” the second one added, pressing up against his other side so her big soft tits pushed against his arm. “I feel it too. It’s like my whole body just reacted the second I saw him.”

Randy’s heart hammered. The remote was still warm in his hand. These women had no idea who they used to be. No memories. No recognition. To them he was just some irresistible guy who had appeared in front of them.

The first one leaned in close, voice soft and coaxing as her fingers kept tracing his chest. “You should call us Mommy, baby. It would sound so good coming from those lips.”

“Yeah,” the second one murmured, nuzzling against his shoulder while her hand squeezed his side. “Call us Mommy. We want to hear you say it. Say it for us.”

Both of them shivered at the same time, eyes going half-lidded as they pressed in tighter, waiting, almost begging for the word.

“Mommy?” he tested, just to see what would happen.

“We really want you,” Soccer Mom Two finished, already sliding a hand down to squeeze his ass. “You’re so attractive it almost hurts. Those hips. That face. That cocky little look. We need to touch you. We need to take care of you. We need to ride you until you can’t think straight.”

They pressed in tighter from both sides, identical pairs of heavy breasts sandwiching him, identical hands roaming his chest and stomach and lower. Their tight black leggings stretched and rubbed against him as they pressed close, and he could feel how warm and wet they already were for him through the thin fabric.

“You’re just standing there looking this good,” Soccer Mom One purred, kissing the side of his neck. “It’s not fair. We’ve never wanted anyone this bad this fast.”

“Never,” Soccer Mom Two agreed, her voice dropping into a needy little moan as she ground her hips against his thigh. “So what are you going to do with two mommies who find you this irresistible, baby? We’re already dripping for you.”

Both of them looked at him with the same hungry, devoted expression, waiting for him to decide how far he wanted to take this.