Whoa, Shawna thought, this is my Mom. How many stories about incest have happy endings? "Down, girl." she said. "I don't think you'll have any trouble finding someone at the club. Someone unrelated."
Diana pouted, but the idea of being the object of lust in the club rather than being the middle-aged white woman desperately trying to attract attention was tempting. Showing off this new body would be fun!
The two black Amazons got into the car to drive back to the club. Shawna drove carefully, not wanting to be stopped by the cops as a butch black woman. Before leaving, she had used the Chronivac to reset Diana and herself to stone-cold sobriety. Diana was still blatantly horny, but at least she was keeping her hands to herself.
The doorwoman waved the two "sisters" through. Every eye in the club turned to the stunning pair of black giantesses.