Zora, Hank's black landlady from college.

Hank looked round the door into the master bedroom. Rashida squeezed his cock.

Gary knelt behind a full-figured Black woman, her curves softened with age. Her curly hair was touched with gray and her face showed laugh lines. She gripped the headboard, both hands knitted together, as Gary fucked into her from behind. Her soft buttocks rippled and her breasts swung with each thrust. Even across the room, it was easy to see that the dark nipples on her low-hanging breasts were prominently erect. A cross hung from a golden chain between her breasts, swinging in its own rhythm.

"Oh, Gary, sonny," she said. "I'm sorry we missed your daddy, but you're making me really welcome."

"Yes, ma'am," Gary said. "Gonna do you good."

"Oh, sonny, God's blessed you with your father's stature," she said. "Do me like your daddy did. Lay it on me, plow me like the good rich fields."

Rashida whispered, "Was she your first?" She squeezed Hank's erection, her warm fingers wrapped around his exposed shaft.

"College landlady." Hank whispered back. "Zora. Widow. Lovers till she married a preacher."

Hank's cock swelled in her hand. "Mm-mm," Rashida whispered. "Good memories."

Hank sighed and nodded, watching his son take Hank's lover from before Hank had even met Gary's mother. The lover he had cuddled with in her bed on Sunday afternoons, reading sex books from the college library. The lover he'd fucked more times than anyone before he met Veevee.

Gary's thick cock thrust in and out between her buttocks, bridging his pale body to her brown one, Gary's shaft glistening with her juices each time he pulled back. Hank had dreamed of taking Zora from behind, but it was always missionary, Sunday afternoon, in her bed, her big strong arms and legs wrapped round him as she rose to her joy.

"Harder, boy, harder!" Zora said. "Ahhh..." Her body tensed. She tilted her hips and pushed back against Gary.

"I think she's gonna--" Rashida whispered.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Zora called out.

"Oh, oh!" Gary cried, caught off balance. "Oh!"

Hank whispered, "She squeezes."

Rashida squeezed his shaft. Hank quivered as she slid the pad of her thumb over his cock head and spread the clear pre-cum round.

"COME, boy, let me have it!" Zora said.

Gary found his balance and started thrusting again. "Yes, ma'am!"

"Oh, Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary," Zora chanted as he thrust into her from behind. "OH!"

"OH!" Gary cried out, trying to thrust, but finding his cock stuck in place in Zora's tightly clenched vagina. His fingers dug deep into her soft buttocks, his chin tilted back, and he rocked back and forth, his shoulders moving forward and back as his hips were held in place.

"Mama, you got him!" called a voice from Lil's room.

Hank blinked, remembering. He'd met Zora by chance a few years ago, and they'd been sending each other Christmas cards. That day, by Zora's side, a pretty young woman, taller and lighter-colored, her daughter? Yes, Rosa. Gary was with Zora, and Zora's daughter was with Lil?

"Let's go," Hank whispered urgently to Rashida. He stuffed his cock back into his pants and into the coral-orange panties Rashida had swapped for his blue pouch-front briefs. Hank led them toward the nearby back stairwell that went down to his office without passing Gary or Lil's bedrooms.