Double Date

Black Jack ate his steak, always ravenously hungry. Underneath the table, Cindy's hand slipped between his thighs, rubbing his big black cock. His thighs parted just enough to give her room to play.

Across the table, Elizabeth watched, a smirk playing at the edge of her lips. And Cindy's son, Chris, ate a piece of bread, slack jawed.

"Entrancing, isn't it? Look at your sweet mom, so over the moon for that big Black cock. Just like your wife is over the moon for big Black cock. Maybe we'll have a son and you'll have a brother around the same time. Would you like that cucky?"

Chris nodded, his face beet red. Elizabeth smirked again, eating her salad, watching her chosen cuck's brain melt.