The Cortez Family

Dana flipped the tortilla. Just the right about of cooking to it, she thought. It'd taken a long, long time, but she felt like she was getting used to being the housewife and stepmom in a Hispanic family.

Her stepson, Julio had come over for breakfast. His meek cousin, Pedro, was there too. Julio had a new wife, a Latina beauty, and the two shared a daughter. They chatted amiably over breakfast tacos, until gruff Pablo came out. He gave Dana's derriere a firm slap and gripped it possessively. Dana cooed pleasingly, as his hand sunk down, going up her skirt, gripping her cheeks, his long forefinger extending to tease her tight lil pucker. Julio and Pedro smirked at each other -- once a lecher, always a lecher.

Dana played with her granddaughter while the men ate and played cards. She was dimly aware that she probably had actual biological grandchildren out there, somewhere. Or she would soon. But that was another life, a path closed completely.

"Puta!" Pablo cried out loudly. "Those were the best tortillas you've made yet." It was a point of pride to the redheaded wife.