Stepmom's Silver Tongue

Tyler never pictured himself asking his stepmom how to dirty-talk his girlfriend. But here he was, staring at the carpet while Penny sat cross-legged on her bed. "Freya mentioned she likes it filthy," he mumbled. Penny’s eyebrows shot up. Ten minutes later she had a plan hatched: Tyler gets an earpiece, she hides around the corner, feeds him lines. Simple. The next afternoon they met Freya at the park bench behind the old rec center. With Penny whispering straight into his skull, Tyler told Freya exactly how wet her little cunt sounded, how hard his cock twitched every time she moaned, even the part about wanting to bend her over and fuck her senseless right there on the slats. Freya squirmed, practically purring. Then Penny said the next line—smooth as butter—and Tyler repeated it too fast. "I wanna kick those big tits," he blurted. The words hung in the air like stale smoke. Dead silence. Penny cursed under her breath, stood up from the bushes, and stepped into the open. Both of them spilled the scheme in one frantic rush. Freya didn’t slap anyone. Instead her cheeks flushed darker and she licked her bottom lip. "Your stepmom’s got a filthy mouth," she said to Tyler, already tugging Penny closer by the wrist. "Show me what else it can do." Penny glanced at her son, shrugged, and grinned. The threesome on the bench started before anyone bothered moving to the car.