Stepmom's Double Trouble

It's barely dawn when Lauren slips inside barefoot, heels dangling from her fingers. Tony and David have her cold— they've been camped on the couch since three a.m., staring her down. She tries a flimsy excuse; they just laugh. 'Out with it, Mom,' Tony says. So she spills: second job, dancing at a club. The boys threaten to drop the bomb on Dad unless she sweetens the deal. Lauren cocks an eyebrow. Ungrateful little shits. Working two jobs is hell, and she picked the pole because she loves it. No way these brats are blowing that up. 'Fine. Want hush money? You've got the wrong currency, boys.' She peels the dress straight off her curves, drops to a crouch in a sin-heavy crawl toward them, lips shiny, tits bouncing with every move. Before they can blink she grinds into Tony’s lap, then David’s, whispering exactly what she’ll let them do if they keep their mouths shut. Both of them stare like they just won the lottery and might pass out.