Queen Cracker

Moses wrapped his arms around his wife's swollen belly. He could feel Samson in there, kicking. He was going to be a strong son, like his forbear, he just knew it.

Elizabeth moaned, tilting to the side a little, her big ass more in the air. She was used to sleeping nude now, just how Moses liked it. He sidled up behind her, rubbing his big cock against her swollen sex.

"God," Elizabeth said, moaning, "you always want to fuck."

"For good reason," Moses reminded her. "Your cracker Daddy."

"Yeah, yeah," Elizabeth said, still sleepy. "But you're my Daddy now."

Moses flexed his hips, pushing inside his wench. She moaned, her sodden walls hugging him tightly.

"I want you to do something for me," Moses said.

"Yes Daddy?" Elizabeth said, horny and groggy at the same time.

"When Samson is born ... I want you to go over to those white bitches you used to hang out with ... what's their names?"

"Julia? I didn't really get along with Allie," Elizabeth observed.

"You're going to learn to get along with her," Moses said summarily. He reached up, molesting Elizabeth's milk filled tits, causing them to leak.

"I don't ... I don't understand," Elizabeth murmured weakly as his hands relieved the pressure in her heavy breasts.

"When you have our son ... I want to be married to Queen Cracker," Moses said simply. "I want you to fit seamlessly in white culture. Allie ... Julia ... all them bitches. You're gonna be their fucking ringleader."

"But ... you," Elizabeth whined, his words making her pussy cream.

"You're going to have to make some excuse for why you're with me, aren't you," Moses said slyly. "Something that assuages the masses. But I want you exquisite ... immaculate ... the whitest bitch in a fuckin' white neighborhood."