Morning Wood
"Here's yo' breakfast, Mars' Jack," the nigger maid said as she came through the door.
"Put it on the table and come over here," Jack said as he sat up in bed.
She stopped about six feet away. Jack said, "Unbutton your top and pull it down to your waist." He had decided to take advantage of his uncle's permission to play with the tits of the slaves whenever he wanted.
"Oh, Mars' Jack, please don't make me!" she begged, probably self-conscious about her saggy tits.
"You don't want me to have to do it myself," Jack answered.
"Yassuh," she said as she reluctantly began to undo the buttons on her thin cotton dress.
When she was bare from the waist up, Jack got out of bed. He was naked, and since he'd never seen bare breasts in person before, hard as a rock. He walked the few steps to the slave, his dick bouncing with every step.
Jack cupped her right tit in his left hand, getting the heft of it. It was the first breast he'd ever touched.
"Those things sag down to your waist," he said. "They look like a black cow's udders, just disgusting. They're so big I bet they could feed an army of little niggers."