The good kind. Or at least that's how I will describe it to the guys later.We went to the kitchen, where she had spread all the paperwork on the table...and she offered me a cup of coffee. I was hoping for wine, but coffee keeps you awake. That's a good sign. She was wearing a nice pair of tight jeans and a white tank top. She had to lean over me on a few occasions and I thanked every god I know that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could see the bigger part of her amazing cleavage and I could feel. All I would like to say is BHANU mommy I love you a lot.Day by day mom was getting fucked and her rate was increasing. She became the best prostitute in our area and the kindest. As she used to give her customer’s to other prostitute if they never got customer for many days. One of her regular customer, a rich man named Sanjay always proposed to marry her but mom kept refusing. He pampered her, he pampered me and at the end made mom accept him but mom said that she would continue her. Both B and I did just that, spreading our legs a bit for better support. As we were hanging there the guys walked up to us, their heads being roughly at our pussy height and our faces being at their crotch level.“This could be fun.” Harry said as he put out a hand and touched B’s pussy.“Geez, you’re dripping Beaver.” Harry said.Ben put his hand to my pussy and said,“So is Areola.”I lifted an arm and pressed my hand against the front of Ben’s shorts.“You’re not wet; but you are hard.” I. Wondering if she was alright, I called out to her but got no answer. "Gran, Gran are you alright." I asked. Still no answer so I decided that she may have fallen over or something. I opened her door and what a surprise I received. There lay Gran on her bed with a large dildo in her hand and working it in and out of her pussy. She was naked and her legs were spread out showing all her hairy pussy. She had long hairy pubes that were a dark brown with silver hairs spread throughout, you could.