All language subtitles for Mom Teaches Step-Son How To Be A Cuck (Part 6 of Series)

Is something right?

Hmm, still ringing.

There you are.

We're starting to wonder.

You just kept ringing and ringing and
ringing.

Well, it didn't take that long to get
off of a bike.

I forgot you were pedaling there.

It's not even a mile and a half, though.
It's not that far.

No, nobody's going to think anything of
you pedaling to a sex store. It's fine.

Just remember.

I need two.

And get the silver ones.

Mommy likes the silver butt plugs.

Hmm.

Well, you could drive if your dad didn't
give your car to Mark.

But you got the bike, so it'll be okay.

Hmm.

It doesn't take you that long.

Hmm.

Well, the sooner you get there and the
sooner you get back, we can take that

cage off you.

It's okay.

Your dad's got one.

Little chastity cage never hurt anybody.

Well, the less you would talk about it
and the quicker you will pedal, the

better you'll get there, pick up my
plugs, and then pedal home.

We got the keys sitting here right here
on the table.

Well, if you hurry up about it, I bet
he'll take it off.

It's not like you have to wear it all
the time.

You don't hear your father complaining,
do you?

It

doesn't

matter why I need two, just pick two up.

That's how many we need.

Well, if you don't tell anybody they're
for your mom, nobody's going to know

they're for your mom, silly.

And because Mark wanted the car, baby.

That's why you're pedaling.

Your dad gave it to Mark.

I know it was meant for you.

But Mark needs to drive around too.

Plus you have that perfectly good bike
you haven't been using in the garage

anyways.

And now look at you, you're biking
everywhere.

You wouldn't want that bike to go to
waste anywhere.

We got that for you before you left for
college.

And you weren't using it.

Now you are.

You're still there.

You better get back to pedaling, mister.

Just get down to the sex store, pick
those up for me, and then come back.

And I bet if you're really quick about
it and quit complaining... Marco, let me

take the cage off of you when you get
home, okay?

And I bet if you're super quick about
it...

He might have let you drive the car
tonight.

Now we might be in the backseat.

So don't let me catch you staring.

You can drive us around town.

I know you did that last week, silly.

It's okay.

Just don't let me catch you looking.

Nobody knows any different.

It's usually dark when we go anyways.

Well,

your father's a little indisposed at the
moment. That's why you're going to

drive us.

He's busy picking up dinner for us
tonight.

It's his treat.

And he's been spending the whole day in
a chastity cage.

And you don't hear him complaining, so I
don't want to hear nothing about it.

It's just the way things are, honey.

And now that your father's not doing it,
you can help out a little bit more.

Plus, you get to drive the car you
always wanted to drive anyways.

Don't you think that's awfully nice of
him?

The cage builds character, honey. It's
okay.

I'm sorry.

He likes me to get it so messy these
days.

It's ridiculous.

But he keeps on rapping.

What was I saying?

Oh, we talked about the cages. Oh,
you're going to drive us around tonight

dinner.

Your dad's buying us dinner.

I think there'll be something left over
after Mark and I eat.

And then afterwards, you can drive us
around.

Because I want to try out one of the new
butt plugs and maybe

give Mark a little something special in
the backseat.

He's just been working so hard lately.

Plus, he's working long hours, honey.
That's why he needs the car.

It's only fair.

You want me to be happy, don't you?

We've had this conversation.

Are you there yet?

You look like you're close there. That's
why you passed the corner.

My tongue.