A Permanent Invite

"Can you pass the carrots, Douglas?" Emily asked in a bored, detached tone, the cardinal sign of a child maturing into a petulant teenager. All the kids called him Douglas, their mother's friend who helped out. Douglas passed over the carrots wordlessly, trying not to stare at his ex-wife fix Leroy's plate, obviously smitten with the older Black man.

"Are you mom's new boyfriend?" Katie asked. Katie inherited all of her mother's beauty, and more than a bit of her father's intellect. She looked at the older Black man with big blue eyes like her mother's.

"How would you feel about that?" Elizabeth asked. Katie shrugged, almost as if she was trying to copy Emily's indifference.

"I mean ... I dunno. I'd like you to be happy again, though. And he seems nice," she added. Leroy smiled, placing his hand on Elizabeth's waist, possessively.

"Well, I do make her happy, kiddo," Leroy said. The younger kids, the ones fathered by Moses and Abe, were especially happy to see that their mom's new boyfriend was another Black man, and they spent the evening showing him photos, before they all watched a movie.

***

"King me," Richard Castle said. Richard was in the last stages of his life now, but he still retained enough of a mind to play checkers with Leroy. But that didn't mean it was easy.

"That's my piece," Leroy said gently. Richard looked blank. "I always play as Black."

"Oh," Richard said. "Well, makes sense. Well, it looks like you have me cornered then."

Leroy smiled, accepting victory with grace. Elizabeth came into the room at that moment.

"Leroy, I think it's been enough of a day. Why don't you come to bed?" Elizabeth gave her best seductive smile.

"I think she likes you, feller," Richard said.

***

Elizabeth was wearing a peach nightgown. It was a vestige of another life, a Southern life. She was a Detroit girl now, and she did have her Red Wings jersey in the closet, but tonight she wanted a bit of nostalgia. She laid old Leroy back into her bed, taking out some lotion and rubbing his old, cracker, mangled feet and ankles. She massaged his knees, pausing here and there to kiss his flesh, tasting him, breathing him in, memorizing every inch of the old Black man. She massaged his thighs, leaning down to tongue his ass, suck his heavy wrinkled sac, lap at the inner creases of his thighs. She sucked his nipples, his earlobes, his neck, taking her time with him.

"This is different," Leroy noticed, as she finally sated those primal needs, now introducing the tip of his heavy rod into her sodden pussy, the thick head disappearing into her satisfactorily.

"It is," Elizabeth agreed. "I like to know my man intimately. His musk. His feel. His taste." She purred, pushing down further, until Leroy's heavy nuts were on her ass.

"And what about that cracker?" Leroy asked, starting to breathe heavy as Elizabeth's pussy milked hungrily at his prick.

"Ex-husband. He knows his place. And it isn't with me," Elizabeth said, offering her breast to Leroy as she started to bounce on his bull prick.

"And my place?" Leroy asked. Elizabeth's eyes rolled back, feeling his hand snake between their nude, intertwined body, finding her clit and starting to work her vigorously.

"Here," she rasped. "I want you here. I want you here, please. Permanently."