Dante Comes Home

Mabel hummed with excitement as she took out the Sweet Potato Pie that she had made for the special occasion that had preoccupied her mind since she had heard the news a week prior. Her grandson, Dante, was finally leaving the horrid Anderson's Correctional Facility, and he would soon cross the threshold of her home. Family was important to her, and since his time being incarcerated, so many members left and joined their ancestors in the sky forever in their hearts as they looked down upon those who remained. In her lifetime, Mabel has buried her husband, two children, and their partners, along with her three siblings. All who were left were the last 3 of the Bellhook's bloodline, which included herself and two grandchildren from her son and daughter.

Tears brimmed in her eyes once more as she thought about the reunion as she stirred the Mac and Cheese on the stove. The thick cheese sauce covered the Macaroni noodles in the pot. It reminded her of the many times she had made Sunday dinners, watching her family sit up at the kitchen table and enjoy the meal, wishing for seconds of her authentic Southern cooking.

'Calm down, Mabel. You will see them soon.' She finished up the last dish for dinner, being mindful of time. The plan was for her grandson, Martin, to pick up Dante around noon, and they would be on the road for 3 hours to go to her house. It was now 2:30 pm, and the last task was to chill Dante's favorite dessert, Banana Pudding, in the fridge.

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Dante pulls himself up, finishing his last set on the exercise equipment, when he hears his family surname from the mouth of the correctional officer.

"Bellhook."

It has been 10 years since Dante took a ride with a few friends and never made it home. At the age of 16, he was forced to mature to survive. During his time in prison, he missed the passing of his parents, his aunt and uncle, his high school graduation, and other aspects of his childhood and milestones that were on his journey from boyhood to manhood. He was almost 30 years old now, and the dead look that rested in his eyes deepened as time went on, lingering.

"Aye, yo, Dante."

Dante turned around as he gathered his items, preparing to leave this cell behind. He saw his bunkie, Fellow, sending him off with a big brotherly hug. A piece of paper now sat on top of his items, and it was assumed it contained a number for him to be contacted. Dante placed it in his bag, and the two locked eyes and nodded their heads. No other words needed to be said, for this wasn't their end but a part of their journey as friends. Fellow had one more year left to serve, but he knew that they would talk before it was his time to go.

"Alright, Bellhook. Let's go."

Dante retrieved his items and left the cell. As he went down the stairs, all members of the O block at Anderson's Correctional Facility turned their attention to the young man who was making his way out of the prison. The penitentiary was a place that housed people whom society had recognized as criminals, and they were treated as such. For some, that treatment was a part of their repentance and redemption. In contrast, others saw it as fuel for their rebellious "fuck the system" attitude. One thing that everyone could agree on was that certain people slip through the cracks of the broken justice system and often pay the price they should not have had to pay.

Inmates of O block didn't always get along. Fights were seen every month, but the moment Dante walked down the steps towards his freedom, there was a brief moment of silence that was heard even from the block control room. They nodded their heads, and some of the correctional officers paid their respects as he reached the bottom of the steps.

*BANG BANG BANG BANG

One by one, there were loud stomps around the block that quickly turned into a thunderous banging on the ground. Shouts of men yelling Dante's name and chanting "Phan-tom," a name that was chosen for him because of how quiet and serious his presence was felt.

Dante made his way past the dining area, and the inmates hollered and clapped as he walked through the doors in the hallways that connected the blocks. He made his way to the front of the facility, following the correctional officer to the intake office.

The last steps included signing out and gathering his other items from the office. The officer gave him a bag that he said had the items he arrived with, and his eye immediately noticed the Gray shirt and black Nike basketball shorts. He finally signed out using his signature at the front desk and walked out of the building.

Fresh air, birds chirping, and rays from the sun hit Dante at once. His eyes adjusted to the brightness and saw a white Dodge Charger parked across the road from the entrance of the correction facility. A tall, light-skinned black man leaned on the hood of the car with shades on his face.

"Aye, CUZ, is that you?!"

Dante walked with quick, long strides, dapping up his cousin Martin and giving a brotherly embrace.

"Yeah, man. It's me."

Martin gave a genuine laugh as he scanned over his cousin. He hasn't seen him since he was 14, but did occasionally call over the years. Every time, it felt like his voice was getting deeper and changing. It was a sign of aging, but he still couldn't believe the man in front of him was, indeed, Dante Bellhook.

"Damn! Prison did a number on your ass. Haha."

Martin lightly slapped Dante's shoulders, and he chuckled as they both made their way into the car. The two put their seat belts on, and before Martin started to drive, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Man, I was worried. I thought something happened when I heard niggas scream your name. I'm glad you made it out in one piece. Are you good, tho?"

Dante adjusted his seat and nodded his head.

"Yeah, I'm good, cuz."

Martin turned on his navigational system and plugged in their grandmother's address into his phone.

"Alright, now let's go see Granny Mabel."

Martin drove down the road, existing out of the Anderson's Correctional Facility playing Fuck Tha Police by N.W.A while, Dante chuckled in the passenger seat next to him.

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*Ding Dong

Mabel heard the doorbell ring and got up from her couch. She went to the door and saw a tall, dark-skin man with muscles that were so defined it was noticeable through his clothing. He had bags in his hands and lightly smiled at her.

"Dante?"

'Is my eyes deceiving me?' Mabel couldn't believe the young man in front of her was her youngest grandson. It has been 10 years, but so much has changed.

"Hey, Grandma."

'Dear lord Jesus!' His voice was smooth as silk and deep as the ocean. She teared up and quickly grabbed him. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her. She hugged him with all her strength and didn't want to let go. Dante was content as he held on to the woman whom he knew had prayed for him and his protection all these years while he had been away. A moment like this called for him to be emotional, but admittedly, he was conflicted.

The weed that his cousin Martin gave him was potent and made him feel relaxed in ways he wasn't used to. His senses were sensitive to the slightest detail. He could feel every part of his body intensely, and it was euphoric. When Granny Mabel grabbed him and held him tight, he felt her tears, but also could feel the shake and jiggle of her curvaceous body. Granny was cornbread fed and had an ass and breast to show for it. It didn't help that she wore a dress that showcased her curves. She looked amazing, no matter her age, and Dante was hoping that he didn't get too comfortable when thinking about it.

"Hey, Granny Mabel."

Martin was right behind them, and they moved inside the house, with Martin shutting the door after he parked the car.

"Come on in, you too. Make yourself at home. Dinner is almost done."

The two cousins sat in the front room.

"Oh, Dante, baby, come here. Your room is ready for you."

'Fuck.' The way she said 'baby' led to thoughts he shouldn't have.

Dante followed his grandmother and looked around the room. He placed his items on the floor and was shocked by how much bigger the room was than he expected. On the outside, looking in, his grandmother's house appeared to be the same as it had always been. Still, internally, there were some notable renovations. His room was previously his father's, but the wall that had separated the den from the room was now gone, and it was now one larger space.

"Wow, Granny, when did you do this?"

Martin followed behind everyone, curious about where Dante would sleep and noticing the changes, too.

"I got it done a few months ago. Laureen gave me a hand with it."

"Thank you so much, Grandma. This is amazing."

'My lord.' Mabel gave a genuine smile to Dante. Her heart swelled as she felt the moisture between her thighs build up. She clutched her legs closed, but her grandsons were unaware of what or why she did what she did.

"Granny, you got some room for me."

They all laughed at Martin's slick remark. He was expecting Grandma Mabel to shoo him away, but instead, she kissed his cheek and told him, "Always."

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After a lovely night of eating dinner and catching up, Granny, Mabel, and Dante were settling in for the night. Thirty minutes ago, Martin collected a few to-go plates and made his way home. He had to work the next day, but told Dante he would come to hang out with him after work. Dante was now preparing to take a shower when he heard a knock at his door.

"Come in."

Granny Mabel gently pushed the door open.

"I just wanted to bring you some towels and washcloths."

It was a set of two towels that included washcloths, hand towels, and full-size body towels, all in dark blue, black, and white. Dante showed his appreciation and said, "Thank you." He was trying his best not to linger on her clothing choice. Still, Granny Mabel looked even more attractive with her Muumuu on. The color scheme was magenta and black. It was a thin layer of cotton that could be considered lingerie, except for its length and the fact that it had pockets on the sides of the dress.

Granny didn't have a bra on, and Dante saw how visible her thick, hard nipples were in the Muumuu. She truly had on a dress most black women considered to be the "pills get paid" attire. She was so accustomed to living on her own that it didn't cross her mind to replace her nightgowns. Dante wouldn't make a fuss about it, but he knew it was best to keep his attention elsewhere.

"If you need anything else, let me know, baby."

Granny left his room, and he sighed in relief. He quickly got some underwear and a towel set and brought them to the bathroom. He was ready to wash the day away.

Fifteen minutes later, Danta was clean, smelling like the ocean breeze, and felt great. Everything was perfect, minus the thick, hard erection that his Fruit of the Loom wouldn't contain, even if he wanted to try. He was completely naked and, despite not being used to it, already felt the enjoyment of being free. Dante turned on the 40-inch television that was directly across the room, slipped into his bed, and lay on his back. He didn't think sleep would take over so quickly, but once he lay on the pillow and covered his body, he started dreaming.

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Mabel assumed her grandson was asleep and thought she would quickly place a gift that her church family had kindly purchased for Dante on the dresser underneath the mounted television. She promptly opened the door with the hall light behind her, illuminating the room more as she opened the door wider. The TV was on, and sure enough, Dante slept through the commercials. Mabel placed the gift on the dresser and looked for the remote.

She didn't see it anywhere, but looking toward the bed, she saw something sticking up underneath the covers.

'That must be it.' Mabel grabbed the ends of the comforter and moved it off Dante's body.

Dante's eyes immediately opened, and his hand unconsciously grabbed Mabel's wrist, but it was too late. Granny saw a young hard dick that belonged to her very own flesh and blood. She gasped at the size and its beauty. The dark, long tree trunk of Dante's member could make anyone stare and salivate.

"Oh, I am so sorry. I was trying to turn the TV off and didn't know where the remote was."

Dante removed his hand and covered the lower half of his body. The remote was on the other side of the bed, and he grabbed it to place it on the nightstand beside him.

"Have a good night, baby, and I'm sorry."

Granny Mabel quickly turned and left her grandson's room. She walked to the master bedroom, took off her slippers, and decided to call it a night. It was 11 pm, and the next morning, she was going to get up bright and early to make Dante breakfast. As soon as Mabel closed her eyes, she was met with the image of Dante's shaft. How thick it was. How long it was. How veiny and chocolate it looked. 'Stop it, Mabel.' Her thoughts were leading her down a sexual rabbit hole. Her clit was achy, and Mabel felt her nipple harden. She longingly looked at the drawer of her nightstand, fighting back the urge to give in.

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Dante couldn't sleep anymore. His carnal desires wouldn't let him know the peace of sleep. At least not until he felt the warm embrace of pussy. Not just anyone, though. He wanted who he wanted, and nothing else needed to be said. At face value, Dante looked like a pussy getting having ass nigga, but he was a virgin. Most people would contest this, but his lived experience shaped Dante's reality. In prison, your survival depends on understanding how the real world operates within a cage. If it's a dog-eat-dog world, then in prison, the way the environment is governed is a more extreme reflection of that. This causes a person to think in dual terms with no gaps for interpretation. You are either a CO or a prisoner. Despised or respected. Weak or strong. Coming to terms with this allowed him to express himself in what seemed like simple ways, lacking any maturity, but it gave him the power to live day to day. There was no maybe for Dante. It was only 'can' or 'can not'.

Dante felt how hard he was, and his dick was at its limit. He tried to hold himself at bay, but he should have accepted his fate a long time ago. He went against his nature long enough and knew that it needed to happen.

Dante rose from the bed and left his room. With every step, he felt the tightness and need of his balls and dick as they dangled between his legs. He went to the master bedroom and didn't care to knock.

Mabel moaned as her rose toy was turned on its highest setting. Her eyes were close to rolling back in her head when she heard the door open, and it snapped her out of the trance of her sexual high.

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

Mabel covered her body. Under the gaze of night, her light caramel skin glowed, highlighting all of her features. Dante saw her dark down nipples, DD cup breasts, and juicy mound, unlike Mabel, who only saw a dark figure. She figured it was Dante, but she didn't realize he was naked until he got on the bed.

Dante climbed on top of her and placed his body between hers.

"Dante, what are you doing?!"

Mabel was going to push him off of her, but Dante was too overwhelmed. In a matter of seconds, Mabel and her senses were overloaded with information and sensations. Dante rubbed his dick on Mabel's pussy and pushed inside her while he pushed her wrists on the space above her and slipped his tongue in her mouth as he began to fuck Grandma Mabel.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh."

Mabel moaned, unable to say words. It has been years since she had someone to touch her. The tingling sessions she felt were coming back to her like a long-lost friend. She couldn't say words, but allowed herself to feel Dante on her body. Dante continued to pound and stuff his dick into the sweet wet pussy. He had watched porn before, but this was an experience that was unlike any other. He knew fucking Granny was wrong, but they both needed it. This was like medicine for them. He wasn't stopping until they both were satisfied.

Mabel felt ecstasy explode within her, and she cried out. Dante released her arms and moved his mouth from hers. He grabbed her ankles, angled himself into her, and began to resume his pace from before.

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHH GOOOOODDDDD."

He loved knowing that Granny Mabel enjoyed his dick. He was giving her all he had, and seeing her in this way made him want to give her more.

"Take my dick."

Dante spanked the side of her ass cheek and grabbed her breasts. He kissed the center of her chest and started to suck on each nipple. Mabel closed her eyes with shame, and she spoke the confession out loud.

"I'M CUMMMING."

Mabel's coochie clenched and pushed Dante out, followed by a few gushes of her juices. Dante's dick was drenched, and Mabel had a plan to get him cleaned. But first, she wanted him even deeper. Granny Mabel pushed the young man on his back and proceeded to hover over him in a reverse cowgirl position. Dante saw firsthand just how fat Granny's ass was. She lowered herself onto him, and he grabbed her hips.

"Mmmmmm. Oooou. So deep. You're so thick, boy."

Inch by inch, she took and loved it all. Her globes were now resting on Dante's hips when she began to bounce and twerk on his waist. Her cheeks slapped against his skin, and the familiar feeling of euphoria was felt.

"Yessssss. Fuck meee. Your big fat dick is so big in my pussy, baby."

Hearing his Granny speak this way had Dante damn near running away. Her dirty talk and the force of her weight on his body and sensitive tip had him guessing if he should tap out and cum deep in her.

Before he could make a decision, Granny Mabel released his dick from her mound and slipped his shaft in her mouth. She showed her grandson how she managed to secure his grandfather's heart and wallet. Mabel expertly deep-throated Dante and tasted all of their juices. She didn't care and looked him in the eyes. Granny was a slut, and she was going to make sure Dante knew what he had unleashed. She managed to keep it under control, but all it took was a deep voice, tall dark skin, muscular body, and a big dick, and she was back to being a vixen. Dante didn't have to say much and couldn't. Granny flipped the switch and was now on top. He was at her mercy when his first-ever orgasm ripped through him.

He grabbed her head and ground in the back of her throat. He didn't give her any warning. He only locked eyes with her and exploded. It wasn't that he didn't care to warn her; Dante was just unable to communicate. His toes curled, and he experienced so much pleasure he forgot how to talk and breathe. When the first drop of his cum escaped from his dick, he caught his breath and felt lightheaded.

Mabel still had his tip in her mouth, and when he nutted, all of his seed fired down her throat. When he was finished, she took him out and kissed his head. It caused his dick to twitch, and his body was on cloud nine. He thought his first time had concluded, but Granny had more moves to show him. She got back on him and sat back on his dick. This time, she would ride him. He would get a beautiful view of her boobs and pussy as she fucked him. He thought that it was simple enough, but his tip, still sensitive from recently cumming, made the sensation more intense.

"Fuuuuuucccckkkk."

Dante moaned and allowed Granny Mabel to use him. He thought he would last for a while, but being an older virgin showed there are still limitations on what the body can do despite how extremely horny one can be. It took 5 minutes of Mabel fucking Dante for him to feel the build-up in his balls once more.