A Proposal

Chris gently rolled his hips up and down, his cock firmly in Elizabeth's hand. It started to shoot its thin, weak seed, hitting his belly and chest.

"Ten minutes," Elizabeth said. "That's a new record for you. And while watching interracial porn to boot."

"Thanks," Chris said, panting. The blonde male had recently turned 19, and it felt like his relationship with Elizabeth was really heating up. He had no idea. Elizabeth cleaned up her hand, leaving Chris in his own juices.

"I've been thinking about us," Elizabeth said, laying next to Chris and kissing him on the cheek.

"Oh yeah? I've been thinking about you too, baby," Chris said. Elizabeth avoided rolling her eyes. He could be so goofy sometimes.

"I think it's time to take our relationship to the next level," Elizabeth said.

"Like ... going steady?" Chris said.

"Chris ... I've been married before. Going steady is like junior high. I'm talking about marriage."

"M-m-marriage? Me? You?" Chris stammered dumbly.

"Yes. Me. You. And Donovan. He likes you. I like you. You eat pussy well enough. You suck dick well enough. So why not formalize things?"

"I mean ... I mean ... wow." Elizabeth smiled thinly.

"But I have a condition."

"C-c-condition?"

"My ex ... Black Jack ... just got back into town from rehab. I'm very happy with you and Donovan. But I want a good landing place for Jack. And you have an opening in your house."

"With Mom?" Chris said, jaw open. Elizabeth kissed Chris wetly, comforting the weak male.

"Yes. He's a good man. He just needs a good woman. And Cindy needs a good man."

"Ummm ... can I think about it?" Chris asked. His brain and heart and cock were all roiling right now.

"Of course, baby. Coming over for breakfast tomorrow? Pancakes and creampie." Chris nodded jerkily, slipping out the front door. He returned, a moment later, chastened to retrieve his pants.