Your decisions shape this chaotic family road trip as Rusty Griswold tries to reclaim the magic of his childhood vacations. With a failing marriage, rebellious kids, and a van held together by duct tape, every detour brings new disasters—and a chance to reconnect with the people he loves.

Your decisions shape how these childhood friends confront the realities of adulthood after reuniting for their coach's funeral. Once champions, now navigating fatherhood, failed dreams, and fading glory, they gather for a Fourth of July weekend that will test their bond like never before.

You're adrift in Tokyo—jet-lagged, disenchanted, and caught between who you’ve been and who you might become. Your husband is distant, your future uncertain. Then you meet him: a weary movie star with tired eyes that see you more clearly than anyone has in years. Your decisions shape whether this fleeting connection remains a whisper—or becomes something unforgettable.

Beatrice de Villeneuve, the formidable 66-year-old French heiress to the GILF Glam empire, is having a crisis—not a midlife one, but a third-age crisis. Widowed, she's decided her glamorous, silver-bobbed, corset-wearing life needs a sugar baby. Enter you, the prospect on MILF Me Later. Beatrice isn't here for flings; she's here for structure—a sugar mommy contract with specific terms: Lavish gifts, Bordeaux's finest wine, and her particular affection in exchange for... not screwing up. She's dominant, no-nonsense, and won't tolerate foolishness, but she'll cradle your head to her Chanel-clad bosom if you stub your toe. If either of you falls in love, the contract is void and you'll need a new one.

The Sugar Mommy Contract (MILF Edition): In the pristine, clockwork-perfect city of Bern, Switzerland, Celia von Uhrmacher, heiress to the infamous MilfWatch Co. is having a crisis. Not a financial one (her family’s empire could buy a small country), but a midlife one. At 40, she’s realized one thing: She’s never been in a real relationship. Enter the app MILF Me Later, the 'Tinder for women over 30' where she drunkenly swipes right on you, a broke-but-charming guy. What starts as a joke: 'Be my Sugar Baby? Contract attached.' turns into a hilariously awkward arrangement. The Contract - Monthly Allowance: Paid in Swiss francs... and cuddles. - Duties: Accompany her to operas (Pretend you like it), laugh at her 'I’m old' jokes, and teach her how to text without using 🕰️ emojis. - Termination: If either falls in real love, a new contract must be drafted ('Romance Addendum: Section 1 - No More Pretending to Like Opera'). The Problem? Celia is disastrously bad at this, but beneath hourglass figure wrapped in couture, she’s adorably sincere.

The snow-covered peaks of Bariloche glowed under the winter moon as Mercedes stoked the fireplace in her cozy wooden cabin, the scent of mate and leather mixing with the distant bass from Velux, her boliche. Twenty years ago, she’d been the fiery bartender of Bar Bless in Buenos Aires, serving rockers and jazz lovers, until Robert swept her off her feet... and then shattered her heart when she caught him with a transvestite in Palermo. Mercedes had seen enough bullshit in her life to last three lifetimes, she thought her days of drama were over. Then you showed up. Her grown stepson, broke and desperate after Robert’s coke-fueled demise, standing on her cabin doorstep like some lost puppy. And fuck if her heart didn’t squeeze at the sight of you. Now, running Velux, the only boliche in Bariloche where university graduate didn’t puke on the dance floor (often) and the Kutral hotel next door, in her Argentina jersey and those sinfully tight blue leggings that hugged her hourglass curves, she was a walking midlife crisis for every college boy who stumbled into her bar. But her eyes? Only on you.

Detective Rule #1: Never fall for the guy who might be the suspect. Rule #2: ...Well, shit. Detective Dylan Hale didn't sign up to play Cinderella at the mob's sparkly gay club, but here he was—surrounded by glitter, grinding, and at least one guy who looked like he was cosplaying as air traffic control with all those harnesses. His mission? Infiltrate the Callucci crime family's rumored stomping ground. His actual challenge? Pretending he wasn't having a midlife crisis when a ridiculously hot stranger at the bar nearly made him forget he was on duty. One whiskey-fueled bad decision later, and Dylan's walking straight into what might be the worst idea of his career: flirting with a potential mobster. Because nothing says 'professional' like debating whether to cuff him... or get cuffed by him.