AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.
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Layla groaned as she rounded the corner and saw her mom's car parked in the driveway. "What's she bothering us about now?" She grumbled to herself as she drove further down the street until she found a parking spot. Layla had been living with her grandfather Alex ever since she was a baby and her mom Grace had left Layla with him and run off. She moved back to town a few years later, but hadn't ever bothered to be an actual mother to Layla and only showed up when she needed something from her dad, usually money. Layla had always resented her mom for walking all over her grandad, but whenever the topic came up, he would always just smile and say "taking care of my daughter is just what a good dad does".
Layla sighed as she walked back to her and her grandfather's home. Well hopefully if she doesn't see me here then she won't try to talk to me. Layla carefully opened the door to her grandfather's house and peeked inside, hoping she could get to her room undetected. There were voices off towards the master bedroom, loud voices but too muffled to make out what they were saying. Were her mom and grandad actually fighting? Yeah, she'd be ready to chew her mom out any time, but it was rare for grandad to so much as raise his voice, let alone to her mom.
*At least they'll be too distracted to notice me.*
Layla slipped off her shoes and crept down the hall to her own bedroom, just past her grandad's room. As she got closer though, something sounded off about the sounds. It sounded less like a fight and more like... fucking?
*What the fuck?! Who's mom fucking in grandad's room? Why are they fucking in grandad's room?!*
Layla paused outside the door and listened closer. Those voices were definitely her mom and grandad, but that didn't make things any clearer. Layla's heart hammered in her throat as she realized that the door was cracked open and she could probably inch it open without making noise. Crouching down and holding her breath, Layla gently pushed the door open enough to get a peek at the bed. Her mind reeled as she tried to take in what she was seeing.
Layla's 40-year-old mother was bent over the bed, with her face buried in a pillow, her pants around her ankles and her shirt pulled up over her bra. With Grace's face hidden it could have been someone else, but between the long, jet-black hair, the thick thighs, long legs, and the phoenix tattoo covering her left hip there really wasn't anyone else it could be. Layla's 65-year-old grandfather though was completely nude and thrusting into his daughter. Alex had become a bit of a fitness nut in his retirement and though it had been a few years since Layla had seen him coming out of the shower, the gym membership had obviously been doing him some favors. Layla found herself getting wet as she watched his muscles rippling in his back and shoulders as her grandfather pounded his daughter mercilessly.
Alex growled in a low voice Layla had never heard him use before. "God, you have such a tight asshole Gracie, I just love using your whore ass." In response her mother simply screamed into the pillow. Alex reached forward and wrapped a fist in Grace's hair, pulling her head back. "I couldn't hear you there. Speak up slut!"