"Tell you're son how you did this to yourself." Mum said angrily.
Jim's Dad was lying on the couch with his foot up. He looked very sheepish and couldn't meet Jim's eye. His foot was swathed in plaster. He was still wearing his office shirt, but only boxer shorts on the bottom. These were unbuttoned. Tiffany was naked and crouching next to the couch, her head in his lap, wet sounds of sucking coming to their ears.
"Do you need to do that now?" Mum asked.
"It's helping with the pain," Dad said. "My foot is quite sore."
"Its what you deserve," She shot back. "Jim is heartbroken."
Dad looked over at him.
"I'm so sorry, son. It was very stupid of me. I was so worked up today, thinking about my own trip to the 'Torium, I couldn't help it."
Jim just stared into space.
"I was on my break and Tiffany was blowing me, when I slipped over. She got spit all over the tiles, you see."
Jim glared at the back of Tiffany's bobbing head. So it was all her fault. He couldn't believe that sweet blonde mouth had done this to him.
"You're lucky it wasn't your neck." Mum said.
"Are you okay, son?" Dad asked. Jim just kept glaring at the blonde curls bouncing in Dad's lap. He could've been stuffing his own cock in a wet mouth right then, if not for this horrible turn of fate. Life was obviously out to get him, he was obviously doomed.
The doorbell rang.
"That'll be your grandparents." Mum said, heading for the door. Jim groaned inwardly. The last thing he needed now were Mum's parents around. His grandparents were in their seventies. Grandma was hard of hearing, a short dumpy woman with a frizz of white hair. Grandpa was thinner, with a dried-out look and lots of wrinkles, and completely bald. As they came in, Jim felt his spirits drop further as he saw Grandpa's girl, Cleopatra.
Cleopatra had dark olive skin and long dark brown hair to her waist. Her face was stunning, with high cheekbones and big, deep brown eyes. Her lips were blood red and pouting, thick and moist. Her body was lean and fit, like a gym instructor, with a firm round ass. Her tits, though, were as big as Tiffany's. Gramps had once said he had to buy her GG cup bras, which sounded plenty big to Jim.
Tonight Cleopatra was dressed in a skimpy cheerleader's outfit, with a tight red shirt and a short red pleated skirt. A wide band of her brown, hard stomach was visible between the two. She also had bright white socks and sneakers. Jim felt his cock grow even harder, amazingly.
"Hullo, Jimmy," Grandpa ruffled his hair. "Done yerself an injury, Mark?"
Dad smiled ruefully up at Gramps, one hand on Tiffany's head. "I feel like such a clutz, Henry. Slipped right over on my ass."
"Hello Jim," Grandma said to him. "How are you."
"'M'lright." He mumbled.
"Jim's just a bit upset," Mum said. "He was going to the 'Torium today."
Grandpa smiled at him. "Don't you worry Jimmy-me-boy. You'll be balls-deep in warm pussy by this time tomorrow."
"I guess so."
This statement didn't really help. Neither did Tiffany's bobbing head, or the sounds of her lips on Dad's cock, which was the cause of his nightmare anyway. It also didn't help that Gramps stayed grinning at him with his brown false teeth, as he hugged his hot girl against his old body and groped her ass with one gnarled hand. As the skirt rode up Jim could see she wasn't wearing anything underneath, the olive globes of her ass shining in the living room light. Mum and Grandma went to make everyone a cup of tea, leaving them alone.
"Say hello to Jimmy, Cleo." Gramps said. The hot brown eyes turned to him.
"Hi-i-i, Jimmy," She purred. She had a thick South-American accent. "Your Grandpa's really workin' my ass, ain't he?"
Cleopatra was always like this. It seemed to tickle Gramps when she described what he was doing.
"And how are you, Tiffany?" Gramps asked the back of the blonde head. Dad clutched her hair to keep her from pulling away and she let out a surprised, muffled squeak.
"Please, Henry," Dad said. "She's busy. As you can see, she's fine."
Jimmy rubbed his hands together awkwardly. His eyes ticked between Tiffany's head and Cleopatra's ass. It was all too much. He still felt like crying.
"Let your Grandfather sit down, Jim." Dad said suddenly. Suppressing a sigh, Jim climbed out of his armchair onto the floor and let Gramps sit down. Cleopatra sat on his lap, her skirt riding up so that Jimmy could clearly see the pink lips of her hairless pussy. The side of her giant tit was smooshed against Gramps' face.
"You know, Mark," Gramps said to Dad. "I was thinking of getting a second girl to keep Cleo company."
"Really? Can you afford it?"
"Reckon so. The investments are really paying off and there's plenty in the bank. You never thought of getting another one?"
"No," Dad said, as Jim knew he would. "Tiffany's all I need, thankyou."
He was rubbing the top of his girl's head and looking down at her affectionately. She was gagging audibly on his dick. From his new vantage point on the floor Jim was also right behind Tiffany's squatting body and he could see the firm spheres of her ass and the lips of her pussy between them, above which was the dark little hole of her anus. He knew that this morning when he left Dad had been right in that little hole, which looked so small and tight that Jim was surprised even a finger would fit in there.
"Do you know what you'd get?" Dad was saying.
"I have thought about it," Gramps said. "I saw this guy in the shops the other day and his girl was really something. White and blonde, like Tiffany, but with long hair in a ponytail. Like she was doing a fitness class. All muscles and these tits like melons, maybe twice the size of Cleo's."
"Sounds so hot." Cleopatra observed.
"The guy had her dressed up in pink shorts and a pink bikini top. I'd like to get something like that."
Grandma and Mum had come back in and sat down, distributing cups of tea.
