You're The Same Where It Counts

Ricky Spanish walks up to his stepmom Dee Williams and says he needs to talk. Ever since that family reunion he’s been wondering if he’s adopted, ’cause he didn’t look like anyone else there. Dee shrugs and tells him there’s nothing wrong with being adopted, but Ricky definitely isn’t. Ricky thanks her but still doesn’t buy it; he looks nothing like his stepdad, so how’s he supposed to be related? Dee starts listing off the same grumpy temper and coffee habit, the stubborn jaw tilt, but Ricky just shakes his head. Her tone gets sharp. Fine, she says, let’s talk appearance. She steps closer, eyes flicking down, says his shoulders, the cocky way he stands—it’s all the same as his stepdad’s. A quick flash of heat passes between them. Before Ricky can blink, Dee yanks his shorts down, leaving his dick hanging out in the open. She tilts her head, studies it, then nods like she’s made up her mind. “Yeah,” she says, “that looks just like his.” Ricky’s heart hammers. Dee steps in, voice low. If Ricky really wants proof, the only way left is for them to fuck right here and see if he rides the same as his stepdad. She grins, daring him. Ricky stays hard, breath caught, and the air between them tightens.