Nana Menard, Hank's mom.

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

"She went there," Hank breathed.

Rashida held onto Hank's cock. Her eyes, narrowed with sly amusement behind her big round glasses, opened wide. "Who?" she whispered.

"My mom," Hank whispered.

Gary knelt behind his grandmother on the bed. She was a healthy, full-figured woman in her mid-sixties with large, soft buttocks and low-hanging breasts. Her graying blonde hair was braided on each side and worked together into a rope down her back.

"Oh, sonny, yes," she said. "You found it. Just keep going like that."

Hank watched from the doorway, frozen in place, with Rashida at his side. The lovely wife of Veevee's former boss Jordan, Rashida had had another man on the side before she and Jordan tied the knot. She'd been charmed by Hank when they first met, and decided she'd step out with him while Veevee and Jordan kept a sex date at Jordan's office.

"Oh, sonny," Gary's grandmother said as Gary fucked her from behind, "Oh yes, there! If you can give it to your girlfriend like you're giving it to me, you've got a bright future. Yes, sonny! Ahh. I hope you and Lil and Miss Big Britches can come along on our road trip."

"Nana," Gary said. His breaths came fast and deep with his thrusts.

"I feel you, honey," she said. "Hold on one minute, just one more minute, baby."

Gary's ears were flushed pink. His breaths were beginning to get faster and more ragged as he kept fucking hard.

"Oh you lovely boy!" she said. "Oh." Her head dropped forward, then pulled back, her braid tossing. "Oh." A ripple went through her body, from hips to shoulders, from shoulders to hips. "Oh!" A pink blush spread from her cheeks down her neck and shoulders. Her hips thrust back at Gary in a fast, slapping rhythm.

"Nana!" Gary called. His cheeks were pink now, too. His fingers dug deep into her buttocks, holding tight so she wouldn't buck him off. "Oh!"

"AHHH!!!" Gary's voice rose in chorus with his grandmother's as they came together.

Hank and Rashida stood like statues in the doorway as Gary gave his grandmother his last few thrusts, paused, then withdrew, a thick bridge of white semen following the tip of Gary's thick cock out of her swollen labia.

"Frank, hon, you're up!" she called.

Hank shivered. Dad?

A chair creaked and a figure crossed their line of sight, stroking his cock while he walked toward the bed. Hank's father, Frank Menard, knelt behind his wife. His erection bolstered by a tight band stretched round his cock root, he plunged his cock into her cream-filled cunt.

"Oh sweetheart, yes!" she cried out.

Rashida still held Hank by his cock, which was just as erect as when she'd first pulled it out.

"We better go," Hank whispered.

Rashida whispered back, "You still game?" Their eyes met, Rashida's deep brown ones searching Hank's blue eyes from behind her big round glasses.

"God help me, yes," he whispered. "Downstairs."

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