Stepson’s First Sexual Experience Leaves Stepmother Pregnant

I fought back all emotion, reached under my bra, and exhaled. Once back in the slum with Momma, I resisted her pleas to tone down my style of dress. “Only Sinaloa will know Maria was here.”
“Leave all the drugs,” he finally snapped. I knew that he was rock hard. Carlos and Luis were going to head into the travel center for food. The captain was sitting by a small desk, grinning like a wild creature. With one swift movement, I lifted my bra, and my breasts sprang free and just hung there. Each one meant our chances were better. We buried five packages in each of our backpacks and hid lower-denomination bills among our clothing. He stood squarely in front of him, proudly, his strong hand firmly grasping his son’s shoulder.