jjonah
06-17-2021, 06:37 AM
~1~
"So this is your first time home since the semester started?"
"Yep," Caleb Holiday answered, peering eagerly out the cab's window as his familiar street rolled past, the suburban houses gaily decorated for Christmas. "Four fuckin' months!" he growled under his breath, glancing over at Dwayne.
The lanky Black youth chuckled back at him, pearly white teeth gleaming against his dark skin. He had an easy manner about him that made Caleb feel like they'd been life-long pals, despite the fact that they had only met ten days ago. Dwayne's had been the only serious reply to the ad that Caleb had put up on Craig's List looking for a very particular companion to accompany him home for the holidays. At 20 years old, he was 2 years Caleb's senior, but they had hit it off from the start and now behaved like old friends. Caleb grinned back at him and pulled out his wallet, hastily digging out bills and tossing them to the driver as the cab rolled up in front of his family home.
"Keep it!" he told the driver and bailed out the door before the car even came to a full stop.
"God damn, son, slow down!" Dwayne laughed, rolling languidly out behind him. He paused to stretch his back as the cab pulled away.
"Come on, man!" Caleb urged as he bounded up the steps.
Dwayne shook his head and followed the white boy up to the two-story white house that looked like every other white house up and down the white neighborhood. Hopefully it was a little less conventional on the inside and he would find what he'd been promised...
"Mom I'm home!" Caleb called as he ushered his new buddy through the front door. He dropped his bag and shed his coat just in time to be slammed back into Dwayne's body by the squealing woman that came running down the hallway from the kitchen.
Dwayne dropped his own bag and pushed the shorter white kid off him, watching with amusement as the 40-something brunette covered her son's face with excited kisses.
"Oh Honey, I missed you sooo much!" she exclaimed then covered his mouth with a deep, hard kiss, during which she fumbled his belt open, unbuttoned his jeans and ripped down his zipper. She pushed his jeans down far enough to free his hard cock, moaning passionately as she wrapped her hand around it.
Dwayne stood by awkwardly, watching as Caleb spun his mother around and pushed her up against the wall. The kid growled into her mouth, still aggressively returning her kiss as he frantically pulled up her skirt and grabbed for her panties. The sexy black lace thong she wore under her plain blue cotton mom-dress came away to the sound of ripping fabric and was tossed hastily aside.
The horny woman guided her son's stiff prick into her waiting pussy as he lifted her leg to his waist and thrust his hips forward. She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpering and mewling encouragement into his ear as he immediately began fucking her hard against the wall.
"Give it to me, baby," she gasped. "Give Mama that sweet cock she's been missing!"
Caleb responded by burying his face in her neck and plowing into her even faster, harder. At that rate, it was only about 2 minutes before he was grunting and blowing his load inside her. But from the sounds she was making and the way her body quivered as she held on to him, she had beat him to it. She reached down and gripped his white buttocks, holding him inside her as they both caught their breath.
"Sorry, Mom," he panted. "It's just been too damn long!"
"Yes it has!" she agreed, planting more kisses on his face and lips. Finally she released him. As she smoothed her skirt back into place, she seemed to notice Dwayne for the first time. "Oh, hello there!"
"Oh yeah," Caleb said as he stuffed his spent dick back into his pants. "Mom, this is my friend Dwayne."
"Hello, Dwayne," she chirped, holding out her hand. "Welcome!"
"Mrs. Holiday," Dwayne greeted with a wide smile as he shook her hand.
"It's Henrietta, but call me Etta," she said, holding his hand in both of hers. "Sorry about doing our business right there in front of you. It's been a long time since I saw my baby."
"Four fuckin' months," he replied, grinning at her quizzical smile. "Don't worry about it, Etta. I just wish I got greeted at the door like that!"
Before Etta could reply, Caleb wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her away in a tight hug. "Don't get any ideas, Mom. Dwayne's here for you-know-who."
Etta hugged her son's arms and swayed lovingly with him as she smiled up at Dwayne. "Would you like to meet her?" At his eager nod, she motioned with her hand. "Drop your stuff and come on into the living room."
She led the way, crossing the room to the back hall and calling, "Mama, come see what Caleb brought you!"
A door could be heard, then a quick shuffle of feet as a voice answered, "Caleb's home? What did my favorite grandson bring me?"
She came into the room, a plump little lady in her 60's, stepping spryly and dressed in her Sunday best, with a powdered face and bright red lipstick to match her bright red hair. Her eyes lit up when she saw Caleb with his mother's lipstick kisses covering his face. Then she saw Dwayne and stopped short with a gasp of surprise, covering her mouth with her hand. Caleb stepped forward and gave her a big hug, but her wide eyed stare never left the tall black youth.
Caleb laughed and swept a hand toward his new friend. "Grammy, this is Dwayne. He came all this way just for you. Dwayne, Grammy Faith."
"Caleb Holiday, you sweet little sum-bitch. You brought your old Grammy a beautiful black boy!" She kissed him on the lips, adding her own shade of red to his colorful face. "You know how long it's been since Grammy's had any nigger dick?"
"Mama!" Etta exclaimed.
At the same time, Caleb gasped, "Grammy! You can't say that!"
"What, nigger dick?"
"Yes, that!" Caleb cringed.
"Mama, you'll offend the young man!" Etta admonished.
"You know how hard it was to find an African American with a granny fetish? Then you go and call him the N-word!" Caleb blurted.
"I didn't call him the N-word--I said he had a nigger dick. Did that offend you, son?"
Dwayne shook his head, stifling a chuckle as he listened to the exchange with an amused grin.
"There, you see? He's not offended. If it didn't offend Dr. King, why should it offend young Dwayne here?"
"Oh, God," Caleb rolled his eyes. "Not Martin Luther King again!"
"Wait a minute," Dwayne interrupted, suddenly wide-eyed. "You knew Martin Luther King?"
"Damn sure did," Grammy Faith puffed out her chest proudly.
"Sucking a man's cock one time doesn't exactly mean you knew him," Etta interjected. "Otherwise, I would 'know' a hundred guys."
Caleb snorted with laughter, but then turned away in exasperation as Grammy Faith ignored them both and went on with a story they'd obviously heard a million times.
"It was the spring of 19-and-65. I was 16 years old," she said to Dwayne. "The whole state was in an uproar 'cause Dr. King's bunch was marching to the capitol. They were going right by our town, and I and my sister wanted to go march with 'em. But Daddy wouldn't let us, threatened to beat our asses." As she spoke she took Dwayne by the hand and led him over to sit on the sofa.
"Well, the march went on by, but we heard they'd camped out a few miles down the road. So that night, I and Charity climbed out our bedroom window and went down to their camp. Some soldiers stopped us and turned us away, but we just got off the road and sneaked past 'em. It was easy 'cause it was raining like a sum-bitch. Anyway, we made it to the camp, covered in mud up to our knees, soaked to the skin and freezing our tits off. Must'a been 500 tents out there. 'Where's Dr. King? Where's Dr. King?' I kept asking. People pointed this way and that way...
"Finally, we ran into these fellers standing around a fire. 'I'll take you to see him,' one feller told me. Charity was too cold and wet to go on, just wanted to get out of the rain, so she went into their tent and I went on. The feller took me to this big tent. I walked right in and there he was, bigger'n life, warming his bare feet by a camp stove.
"Well I stood there, shiverin' and starin' at him, him lookin' back at me for the longest time. Finally he said 'Are you lost, child?' and I said 'No, sir, I came lookin' for you.' 'Well you found me,' he says, 'but you look like you might'a caught your death doin' it. Come in here and warm yourself.' He grabbed up a blanket and held it out. My dress was soaked, I didn't have nothin' on under it and it was stickin' to me like a bad reppa'tation. He kept lookin' and I knew he could see everything God gave me anyways, so I shucked myself out of it and walked right up to him, naked as my momma made me. He wrapped me up and took me to the fire, rubbed me dry. 'Do your parents know where you are, child' he asks, and I says, 'No sir--my Daddy'd tan my hide if he knew I was even talkin' to a--'"
Grammy Faith put a hand on Dwayne's knee and leaned in close. "I didn't want to say the N-word to Dr. King, but he knew. 'Oh, your Daddy one a them,' he said, soundin' kinda disgusted, steppin' back. 'Yes sir, he is--but I ain't,' I says and drop that blanket to the ground. He looked me up and down for a long time then says, "You a virgin, ain't you child,' and I says 'Yes sir I am,' then he says 'How 'bout that pretty little mouth--You ever sucked a nigger dick?' 'No sir I ain't never sucked any dick 't all.' 'Well child' he steps up, real gentle-like pushes me to my knees and whips that nigger dick out. 'Say hello to your Daddy!' I looked at that big thing, hangin' down 'bout yay long, black as ink, and I said 'Hello Daddy' and I put it in my mouth!" She cackled and slapped Dwayne's knee. "Had me a taste for nigger dick ever since!"
"Dr. King--damn!" Dwayne breathed, wide-eyed. "Then what happened?"
"Well, with a little coachin' from the good Dr., I soon had ten inches of that sweet, dark meat slidin' down my throat--took to it like a duck t' water, ya might say!" She cackled again, eliciting another eye roll from her daughter but grins all around as she continued. "Then after I swallered down my first ever load'a man-milk, he sat back down in his chair in front'a the fire and talked and talked, me sittin' naked at his knee, drinkin' it all in but not understandin' a word of it!" Another laugh. "When my dress was done dryin', he dressed me back up, put a raincoat on me and hollered up a feller what t' escort me back to my sister and outta the camp.
"Back at them other feller's tent, I had t' wait outside a good ten minute 'fore Charity come out, me hollerin' at her t' come on 'fore we got ourselves caught--I knew Daddy'd be up 'fore the sun! She finally come out, face redder'n a slapped ass--I swear steam was hissin' off'n her when the rain hit her! Anyway, I wrapped her up in my coat with me and we hurried home. On the way, she asked me what I done and I told her--'Dang, Sister, you gonna be famous!' she says, and I ask what she done. 'Them boys done showed me what a train is,' she says. 'Heck, I know what a train is,' I says, but she just laughs and says, 'Not this kinda train you don't!'
"Well, we made it back home, ditched that coat and let the rain wash the mud off'n us 'fore we crawled back through our window and got into our beds 'bout'a half-hour 'fore Daddy come t' wake us for chores. We thought we done got away with our little adventure pretty slick, until a couple months went by and Sister's belly started growin'. Daddy hit the roof, a'course, demandin' to know who the daddy was, but Sister never talked no matter how many whoopin's her ass took, not that she could'a named him anyhow 'cause she not only didn't know those boys' names, she couldn't for sure tell me how many of 'em were in that 'train'--six t' eight she thought maybe."
"So, Charity got sent up North to Momma's cousin's for her confinement, but when word got back that the baby come out a little dark, Daddy got out his gun, said he was gonna go put 'em both in the ground. Me and Momma fought him, finally got the gun off'n him, but he was still fit to be tied, screamin' that there weren't enough bleach in the world to make Sister clean again. Finally I'd had enough. 'Well, then Daddy,' I says, 'there ain't enough to clean out my mouth either!'
"Took him a minute t' realize what I was sayin', then he looked at me like i was the Devil hisself. Next day I packed up and caught the train up North." She finished her story with a satisfied grin, crossing her arms as she looked up to her daughter and grandson defiantly. They both merely shrugged and grinned back, so Granny Faith turned back to Dwayne.
"Now, hows 'bout you'n me head back to my bedroom, let me check out what's makin' such a big bulge in them pants, hmm?"
"So this is your first time home since the semester started?"
"Yep," Caleb Holiday answered, peering eagerly out the cab's window as his familiar street rolled past, the suburban houses gaily decorated for Christmas. "Four fuckin' months!" he growled under his breath, glancing over at Dwayne.
The lanky Black youth chuckled back at him, pearly white teeth gleaming against his dark skin. He had an easy manner about him that made Caleb feel like they'd been life-long pals, despite the fact that they had only met ten days ago. Dwayne's had been the only serious reply to the ad that Caleb had put up on Craig's List looking for a very particular companion to accompany him home for the holidays. At 20 years old, he was 2 years Caleb's senior, but they had hit it off from the start and now behaved like old friends. Caleb grinned back at him and pulled out his wallet, hastily digging out bills and tossing them to the driver as the cab rolled up in front of his family home.
"Keep it!" he told the driver and bailed out the door before the car even came to a full stop.
"God damn, son, slow down!" Dwayne laughed, rolling languidly out behind him. He paused to stretch his back as the cab pulled away.
"Come on, man!" Caleb urged as he bounded up the steps.
Dwayne shook his head and followed the white boy up to the two-story white house that looked like every other white house up and down the white neighborhood. Hopefully it was a little less conventional on the inside and he would find what he'd been promised...
"Mom I'm home!" Caleb called as he ushered his new buddy through the front door. He dropped his bag and shed his coat just in time to be slammed back into Dwayne's body by the squealing woman that came running down the hallway from the kitchen.
Dwayne dropped his own bag and pushed the shorter white kid off him, watching with amusement as the 40-something brunette covered her son's face with excited kisses.
"Oh Honey, I missed you sooo much!" she exclaimed then covered his mouth with a deep, hard kiss, during which she fumbled his belt open, unbuttoned his jeans and ripped down his zipper. She pushed his jeans down far enough to free his hard cock, moaning passionately as she wrapped her hand around it.
Dwayne stood by awkwardly, watching as Caleb spun his mother around and pushed her up against the wall. The kid growled into her mouth, still aggressively returning her kiss as he frantically pulled up her skirt and grabbed for her panties. The sexy black lace thong she wore under her plain blue cotton mom-dress came away to the sound of ripping fabric and was tossed hastily aside.
The horny woman guided her son's stiff prick into her waiting pussy as he lifted her leg to his waist and thrust his hips forward. She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpering and mewling encouragement into his ear as he immediately began fucking her hard against the wall.
"Give it to me, baby," she gasped. "Give Mama that sweet cock she's been missing!"
Caleb responded by burying his face in her neck and plowing into her even faster, harder. At that rate, it was only about 2 minutes before he was grunting and blowing his load inside her. But from the sounds she was making and the way her body quivered as she held on to him, she had beat him to it. She reached down and gripped his white buttocks, holding him inside her as they both caught their breath.
"Sorry, Mom," he panted. "It's just been too damn long!"
"Yes it has!" she agreed, planting more kisses on his face and lips. Finally she released him. As she smoothed her skirt back into place, she seemed to notice Dwayne for the first time. "Oh, hello there!"
"Oh yeah," Caleb said as he stuffed his spent dick back into his pants. "Mom, this is my friend Dwayne."
"Hello, Dwayne," she chirped, holding out her hand. "Welcome!"
"Mrs. Holiday," Dwayne greeted with a wide smile as he shook her hand.
"It's Henrietta, but call me Etta," she said, holding his hand in both of hers. "Sorry about doing our business right there in front of you. It's been a long time since I saw my baby."
"Four fuckin' months," he replied, grinning at her quizzical smile. "Don't worry about it, Etta. I just wish I got greeted at the door like that!"
Before Etta could reply, Caleb wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her away in a tight hug. "Don't get any ideas, Mom. Dwayne's here for you-know-who."
Etta hugged her son's arms and swayed lovingly with him as she smiled up at Dwayne. "Would you like to meet her?" At his eager nod, she motioned with her hand. "Drop your stuff and come on into the living room."
She led the way, crossing the room to the back hall and calling, "Mama, come see what Caleb brought you!"
A door could be heard, then a quick shuffle of feet as a voice answered, "Caleb's home? What did my favorite grandson bring me?"
She came into the room, a plump little lady in her 60's, stepping spryly and dressed in her Sunday best, with a powdered face and bright red lipstick to match her bright red hair. Her eyes lit up when she saw Caleb with his mother's lipstick kisses covering his face. Then she saw Dwayne and stopped short with a gasp of surprise, covering her mouth with her hand. Caleb stepped forward and gave her a big hug, but her wide eyed stare never left the tall black youth.
Caleb laughed and swept a hand toward his new friend. "Grammy, this is Dwayne. He came all this way just for you. Dwayne, Grammy Faith."
"Caleb Holiday, you sweet little sum-bitch. You brought your old Grammy a beautiful black boy!" She kissed him on the lips, adding her own shade of red to his colorful face. "You know how long it's been since Grammy's had any nigger dick?"
"Mama!" Etta exclaimed.
At the same time, Caleb gasped, "Grammy! You can't say that!"
"What, nigger dick?"
"Yes, that!" Caleb cringed.
"Mama, you'll offend the young man!" Etta admonished.
"You know how hard it was to find an African American with a granny fetish? Then you go and call him the N-word!" Caleb blurted.
"I didn't call him the N-word--I said he had a nigger dick. Did that offend you, son?"
Dwayne shook his head, stifling a chuckle as he listened to the exchange with an amused grin.
"There, you see? He's not offended. If it didn't offend Dr. King, why should it offend young Dwayne here?"
"Oh, God," Caleb rolled his eyes. "Not Martin Luther King again!"
"Wait a minute," Dwayne interrupted, suddenly wide-eyed. "You knew Martin Luther King?"
"Damn sure did," Grammy Faith puffed out her chest proudly.
"Sucking a man's cock one time doesn't exactly mean you knew him," Etta interjected. "Otherwise, I would 'know' a hundred guys."
Caleb snorted with laughter, but then turned away in exasperation as Grammy Faith ignored them both and went on with a story they'd obviously heard a million times.
"It was the spring of 19-and-65. I was 16 years old," she said to Dwayne. "The whole state was in an uproar 'cause Dr. King's bunch was marching to the capitol. They were going right by our town, and I and my sister wanted to go march with 'em. But Daddy wouldn't let us, threatened to beat our asses." As she spoke she took Dwayne by the hand and led him over to sit on the sofa.
"Well, the march went on by, but we heard they'd camped out a few miles down the road. So that night, I and Charity climbed out our bedroom window and went down to their camp. Some soldiers stopped us and turned us away, but we just got off the road and sneaked past 'em. It was easy 'cause it was raining like a sum-bitch. Anyway, we made it to the camp, covered in mud up to our knees, soaked to the skin and freezing our tits off. Must'a been 500 tents out there. 'Where's Dr. King? Where's Dr. King?' I kept asking. People pointed this way and that way...
"Finally, we ran into these fellers standing around a fire. 'I'll take you to see him,' one feller told me. Charity was too cold and wet to go on, just wanted to get out of the rain, so she went into their tent and I went on. The feller took me to this big tent. I walked right in and there he was, bigger'n life, warming his bare feet by a camp stove.
"Well I stood there, shiverin' and starin' at him, him lookin' back at me for the longest time. Finally he said 'Are you lost, child?' and I said 'No, sir, I came lookin' for you.' 'Well you found me,' he says, 'but you look like you might'a caught your death doin' it. Come in here and warm yourself.' He grabbed up a blanket and held it out. My dress was soaked, I didn't have nothin' on under it and it was stickin' to me like a bad reppa'tation. He kept lookin' and I knew he could see everything God gave me anyways, so I shucked myself out of it and walked right up to him, naked as my momma made me. He wrapped me up and took me to the fire, rubbed me dry. 'Do your parents know where you are, child' he asks, and I says, 'No sir--my Daddy'd tan my hide if he knew I was even talkin' to a--'"
Grammy Faith put a hand on Dwayne's knee and leaned in close. "I didn't want to say the N-word to Dr. King, but he knew. 'Oh, your Daddy one a them,' he said, soundin' kinda disgusted, steppin' back. 'Yes sir, he is--but I ain't,' I says and drop that blanket to the ground. He looked me up and down for a long time then says, "You a virgin, ain't you child,' and I says 'Yes sir I am,' then he says 'How 'bout that pretty little mouth--You ever sucked a nigger dick?' 'No sir I ain't never sucked any dick 't all.' 'Well child' he steps up, real gentle-like pushes me to my knees and whips that nigger dick out. 'Say hello to your Daddy!' I looked at that big thing, hangin' down 'bout yay long, black as ink, and I said 'Hello Daddy' and I put it in my mouth!" She cackled and slapped Dwayne's knee. "Had me a taste for nigger dick ever since!"
"Dr. King--damn!" Dwayne breathed, wide-eyed. "Then what happened?"
"Well, with a little coachin' from the good Dr., I soon had ten inches of that sweet, dark meat slidin' down my throat--took to it like a duck t' water, ya might say!" She cackled again, eliciting another eye roll from her daughter but grins all around as she continued. "Then after I swallered down my first ever load'a man-milk, he sat back down in his chair in front'a the fire and talked and talked, me sittin' naked at his knee, drinkin' it all in but not understandin' a word of it!" Another laugh. "When my dress was done dryin', he dressed me back up, put a raincoat on me and hollered up a feller what t' escort me back to my sister and outta the camp.
"Back at them other feller's tent, I had t' wait outside a good ten minute 'fore Charity come out, me hollerin' at her t' come on 'fore we got ourselves caught--I knew Daddy'd be up 'fore the sun! She finally come out, face redder'n a slapped ass--I swear steam was hissin' off'n her when the rain hit her! Anyway, I wrapped her up in my coat with me and we hurried home. On the way, she asked me what I done and I told her--'Dang, Sister, you gonna be famous!' she says, and I ask what she done. 'Them boys done showed me what a train is,' she says. 'Heck, I know what a train is,' I says, but she just laughs and says, 'Not this kinda train you don't!'
"Well, we made it back home, ditched that coat and let the rain wash the mud off'n us 'fore we crawled back through our window and got into our beds 'bout'a half-hour 'fore Daddy come t' wake us for chores. We thought we done got away with our little adventure pretty slick, until a couple months went by and Sister's belly started growin'. Daddy hit the roof, a'course, demandin' to know who the daddy was, but Sister never talked no matter how many whoopin's her ass took, not that she could'a named him anyhow 'cause she not only didn't know those boys' names, she couldn't for sure tell me how many of 'em were in that 'train'--six t' eight she thought maybe."
"So, Charity got sent up North to Momma's cousin's for her confinement, but when word got back that the baby come out a little dark, Daddy got out his gun, said he was gonna go put 'em both in the ground. Me and Momma fought him, finally got the gun off'n him, but he was still fit to be tied, screamin' that there weren't enough bleach in the world to make Sister clean again. Finally I'd had enough. 'Well, then Daddy,' I says, 'there ain't enough to clean out my mouth either!'
"Took him a minute t' realize what I was sayin', then he looked at me like i was the Devil hisself. Next day I packed up and caught the train up North." She finished her story with a satisfied grin, crossing her arms as she looked up to her daughter and grandson defiantly. They both merely shrugged and grinned back, so Granny Faith turned back to Dwayne.
"Now, hows 'bout you'n me head back to my bedroom, let me check out what's makin' such a big bulge in them pants, hmm?"