He isn't done with either of you.

From your position under the table, you hear Gramps talking with your mom about her money trouble. You feel his old cock getting harder as you continue to slide your perfect pink teenage lips up and down his grey shaft, the salty taste of his cum still on your lips.

"You know something, I think I actually might be able to help you with your financial problems," Gramps said, pulling your face up and down his dick.

"Oh, Daddy," you heard your mom say, excitedly, "I knew you'd be able to think of something to help! What's your idea?"

"Do you remember my friend Charlie? I think he has a job opening or two at his nightclub. You had Naomi when you were barely thirteen. You're still a young woman with big tits and a flat tummy, lots of men would pay to see you shake your ass." The head of Gramps's cock was **** your little throat, but you kept your hot tongue sliding around his shaft, excited by how the old man was using your mouth. You start to feel your pussy throb as your grandfather's cock cuts off your air supply.

"Yeah, I remember Charlie. That old pervert always used to stare at me in high school. I'm not working for him, Dad! Those women are basically whores," your mom said.

"You ungrateful little bitch. You need to learn some respect for your elders! I'll have you know that your mother was a whore. I bought her from Charlie when she was just eighteen years old. That makes you and that little slut daughter of yours whores too." As hard as you tried, you couldn't breathe.

Gramps had his fingers wound through your pink hair and held your head in place. Your nose was trapped in his wiry white pubic hair, and his low-swinging nutsack rested on your chin. Darkness started to creep in the edges of your vision, and your cunt spasmed deeply, grasping for something that wasn't there.

"Daddy!" your mom exclaimed. "You can talk about me all you want, I'm used to it. But Naomi is an innocent little girl, you leave her out of this."

"You think she's innocent?" Gramps said, with a smirk.

"Of course!" your mother snapped back.

"Let's make a bet, then," said Gramps. You felt his balls start to throb against your chin as the darkness crept in farther. "If I can prove to you that your daughter is a whore like your mother was, then you'll BOTH go work at Charlie's club."

"Ha! Yes, of course I'll take that bet, Daddy! My Naomi is no whore!"

At that, Gramps laughed loudly. He threw the table aside in a stunning display of strength, revealing you on your knees with your grandfather's cock all the way down your throat. He pulled his dick out of your mouth inch by excruciating inch, until finally you collapsed onto the kitchen floor and gasped for breath.

Gramps then stood up and walked to your mother. His dick was erect and angry. You watched as he slapped your mother across the face, sending her to her knees. He came back to you and picked you up.

"Little Naomi. I want you to tell your mother why you were sucking my cock just now," he said, his wrinkled hands finding the wetness between your legs.

"Because," you gasp, meeting your mother's eyes. Your mind flashes back over the events of the morning, how you sucked and fucked your grandfather's dick so he would buy you a few items of clothing. You realized what you had to say:

"I'm a whore."

Tears came down from your mother's eyes as Gramps **** your mouth back onto his elderly dick.

"Good girl," he said, humping your throat. "Now, Hinata, don't cry. You lost fair and square. You have whore blood, and so does this little bitch here, and so it's about time you fulfill your purpose in life. When you married so young, I was worried that I wasn't going to get my money's worth, but now with you and little Naomi here, well," he said, "looks like I'm finally going to."

He pulled out of your mouth again to spray even more of his cum across your face and DD teen tits.

"Now, Hinata," Gramps said to his daughter. "Be a good whore and lick up all my sperm off your whore daughter."