Giving Thanks

Codi spent hours on that spread. Hours. Oliver walks in straight from a boys' lunch, belly full, face in his phone. Doesn't even say thanks. She's pissed, pulls his phone down between her tits and leaves it there until he pays attention. He mutters an apology and offers a foot rub to make up for being an asshole. She kicks off her heels, sticks her bare feet in his lap, and while he's rubbing, her shirt is still unbuttoned from when she stuffed the phone down her blouse. He gets distracted again—this time by her tits hanging right there—and she grabs the back of his head, shoves him in for a real lesson. He comes up gasping, drool on his chin, but she's not done. Thanksgiving's over. Now it's motorboating 101, and he's gonna learn how to respect stepmom like a good boy.