Easy mom used by grandpa Part 2

I could still hear the shower on and knew that she wouldn’t hear me anyway. Once in my own room, I pulled the curtains and placed a towel at the bottom of the door to stop any light from the TV shining onto the landing. I was ready.  At seven fifty five, I turned on the TV and put on the headphones that came with the equipment from college. Mom was walking around the room making sure everything was neat. She was wearing a knee length black robe and I could see that she had put on sheer black hold ups and four inch black patent pumps, as ordered. Suddenly she made for the door as the front door bell rang. As she left the room I took of my headphones so that I could hear her greet Grandad.  Grandad was the first to speak as Mom opened the front door. ‘Hello Laxmi, I’ve brought a friend with me. I hope you don’t mind a little three way fun?’ Mom asked Grandad and whoever was with him to come in. Grandad said he was keen to get on with things and ordered Mom upstairs just as I hoped he would. As the three sets of footsteps came nearer, I heard Grandad tell Mom that he hoped she was not wearing anything else under that robe, for her sake.
I put my headphones back on and took my spot in front of the tube. At last the bedroom door opened.  Mom walked in and went to the far side of the room. I panned across back to the door just as Grandad walked in. I had seen photos of him but I hadn’t really expected him to look as old as he did now. But I guessed he must be pushing sixty five. The other man came out of the shadows on the landing into the room encouraged by Grandad. When I saw him, I realised just how much Grandad hated my Mom. He must have been about six two or three, skinny as a rake, wearing a tattered old overcoat and torn trousers with no socks and a pair of battered old jogging shoes and was so grimy that it was hard to tell the colour of his skin. Not that there was that much on show. He had a long, tangled dirty beard and moustache, yet was almost bald. ‘You’ll have to forgive the appearance of my friend here, Laxmi. You don’t get much chance to bathe living out on the streets. But he’ll make up for it with his keeness for you.
You see, he’s like me, he hasn’t had a woman for years either.’  Grandad turned to the hobo and said, ‘Go git her boy, she’s all yours’ The man stepped slowly towards Mom. I panned the camera to get them both in shot and made sure the tape was rolling. Mom moved back but eventually was blocked by the wall. As the dirty tramp got closer, he took off his overcoat and threw it on the floor. That was followed by his shirt, revealing a dirty, grime covered torso underneath. From out of shot I heard Grandad tell Mom that she should show her guest some more hospitality and ordered her to take off her robe. Mom had little choice but to obey. The vagrant stood still and licked his lips as Mom undid the tie that held her robe together. It parted at the front, and I saw the tramp start to rub the bulge in his soiled trousers. Then it was off, and Mom stood naked in front of them wearing only her hold ups and heels. The tramp’s mouth parted, revealing six or seven blackened, rotten teeth.  He lunged at Mom.
She cringed as his mouth found hers and with her head in a vice made from his hands, she twisted in vain to escape his fat, slobbering lips. My dick was hard as rock as I watched this human excrement ravish my own Mom. He moved his hands all over her breasts, before picking her up and throwing her on the bed. He stood over her as she lay helpless, and undid the piece of string that he used as a belt. His trousers fell around his ankles revealing his long, thin erection. Mom closed her eyes as he took hold of her high heeled shoes and spread her legs wide. He positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy and stabbed it into her. Mom gasped as his first thrust filled her up. The hobo fell on top of her and as he pumped furiously at Mom’s snatch, the contrast between her clean white skin and his sweaty, grimy body made me almost cum in my pants. His long fingernails dug into her boobs and he tweaked her nipples until she cried. Then he bent his head down to her face and began to slobber all over her again. His ass moved quickly up and down as his dick, piston like, continued its glistening travels in and out of my Mom’s love box.
Suddenly, Grandad appeared in shot, with his dick also in a state of high arousal. He climbed on to the bed next to Mom’s face and told the vagrant to give him some room. Grandad lifted Mom’s head onto his knees and twisted it so that she faced him. ‘Suck me off, Daughter’, he commanded. Mom opened her mouth and her Father slipped his meat inside. Keeping his body still, Grandad took hold of the sides of Mom’s head and moved it to and fro along his shaft. Her face was now turned away from the camera, but small things indicated to me that she was beginning to enjoy this; the way she began to clench the bed sheet with her fist, her hips moving to meet the vagrant’s incoming thrusts, and the soft groans that came from her throat as Grandad fucked her mouth, all gave her away.  I couldn’t stand it any longer and I took my dick out and began to pull myself off. Mom was covered in a glistening sheen of perspiration now. And because of this, some of the grime had transferred itself from the hobo’s skin onto hers. She looked as filthy as he did. And I could see the dirt on Mom’s body wherever his hands had touched her.
Eventually, the hobo’s face became contorted and I knew he was near to emptying his load. His nails had made runs in Mom’s hold ups as his body reached a climax. With a roar he pulled out of Mom and quickly moved up to straddle her breasts. He pulled quickly at his throbbing penis and at last he shot pints of hot, white muck over Mom’s face and hair. Her left hand went to the tramp’s balls and she gave them a good squeeze and I knew for certain that she was now enjoying her role as her Father’s sex slave. Seeing the hobo cum over Mom had the same effect on both my Grandad and me. But where he got to empty himself down Mom’s inviting throat, my load went over the table that the TV was resting upon.  Both men stood up to get dressed, leaving Mom lying shagged out on the bed. Grandad had made certain that any of the vagrant’s juices still covering Mom’s face was scooped up and put into her mouth. As he left, he assured Mom that in two weeks’ time it would just be him and her, and that he would make sure that the hobo didn’t know where she lived by blindfolding him on the way back as he had done on the way in.
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