You're The Same Where It Counts

Ricky Spanish walks up to his stepmom Dee Williams, all serious-faced, and says he needs to talk. He tells her he's pretty sure he's adopted—he didn’t look like anyone at the family reunion. Dee cuts straight to it: adoption’s fine, but he isn’t. Ricky appreciates it, yet he isn’t buying it. He isn’t built like her husband, so how could he be blood? Dee tries ticking off the ways the two guys match—same cocky laugh, same need for a beer right after work—but Ricky just shrugs. Getting impatient, Dee switches tactics and starts pointing out what she actually likes on a man, the way Ricky’s shoulders sit, the strong line of his jaw. Her eyes dip lower. The air’s suddenly thick with something hotter than family drama. Dee grabs his waistband and yanks his pants down, sizes up his cock, and gives a slow, approving nod. Ricky’s stunned, but his dick’s already on board. Dee smirks and tells him there’s only one way to prove he’s her husband’s son: she wants to feel him fuck her the same way. They’re settling this right now, skin to skin.