Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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It was January, 1951 just shortly after my mother had passed away. My grandmother, my mother's mother, lived with us as she had for the past four years. Daddy was subsidized each month by grandma's brothers to make sure she was safe and was also being 'dried out'. No one in this story is under the age of twenty.
I, a naive twenty year old, wasn't quite certain what was going on with daddy and grandma but I knew something was. She was paying more attention to her looks, was dressing better in nicer clothes, and seemed quite happy in spite of losing her only child just a few weeks previous.
One morning I went in daddy's bedroom shortly after he had left for work and found a pair of sheer black briefs sticking out from under the edge of the bed. I was curious as to why a pair of women's briefs would be in daddy's bedroom so I picked them up and examined them. I looked them over carefully and discovered the gusset was wet and sticky with semen. I carefully put them back as I found them and left his bedroom.
I went into his bedroom a little while later and discovered the black briefs were no longer there. So i went to the bathroom and looked in the clothes hamper. Sure enough. They were right on top of the pile. It must have been my grandmother, Agnes, who put them there. But why? Did she get fucked by daddy? I guessed I would have to pay more attention to them in the next few days.
I took a little closer look in the clothes hamper and also found another pair of sheer briefs. This pair also had the gusset covered with dry semen.
What the fuck was going on. I asked myself.
The next morning I woke up earlier than usual and positioned myself so I could see who was in daddy's bedroom. Sure enough. Agnes comes walking out of his bedroom dressed in a waltz length housecoat with her legs already in sheer dark brown nylons. She immediately headed right for her bedroom. I could see her nylons were a Havana pattern and were black heels and seams. She must be wearing a garter girdle, I thought. Her stockings were pulled up nice and tight on her legs.
I just stayed in my position and about ten minutes later daddy came out of his bedroom dressed and ready to leave for work. He didn't see me as he left the house. When I was certain he was gone, I went into his bedroom and found not only another pair of sheer black briefs, but also a pair of sheer black nylons and a black garter belt lying on his bed.
I decided to confront Agnes when she came out of her room and had a cup of coffee with me. I didn't have to wait long because I had barely plugged the coffee pot in when she appeared in the doorway of the kitchen still wearing the same clothing I had seen her in a few minutes before.
"Hi grandma." I said. "The coffee will be done perking in a few minutes. You look really nice this morning." Then i saw a pair of navy blue nylon briefs folded up in her hand.
"Oh. I didn't know you were already up." she said. "You usually stay in bed later than this."
She slipped the briefs in a pocket of her dressing gown and asked me if I had a cigarette.
I gave her a cigarette from my pack and lit it for her. As I did so, the belt on her robe came undone allowing the robe to open up in front. Then I saw her teats encased in a sheer white cut out bra allowing the nipples and aureole to show. She also had on a pair of sheer black Directoire knickers through which I could see her stocking tops and garter straps.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't have the belt very tight. I hope you're not offended." she said.
"Not at all." I replied. "In fact, I rather like seeing you in your lingerie. How many straps do you have holding your stockings up?"
"Eight." she replied. "Your daddy thinks stockings need to have six or eight straps to help keep the seams straight."
"When did you start fucking him?" I asked.
The question caught her a little off guard and she hesitated a moment before answering "About a week ago." she replied. "Your father is a young man and still has sexual needs. He told me he would provide me with some lovely lingerie, make sure I got a permanent once in awhile, and also provide me with a little alcohol if I would fuck him and suck his cock for him. It was an offer I couldn't refuse. He has a rather unique cock in that when it gets hard, it isn't sticking straight out in front of him. It curves upward like a scimitar. That causes it to reach places in my cunt I never knew a cock could reach."
"Does he enjoy having you suck him off?" I asked.
"Yes. Now I really need to pee pee. Let's go out on the side porch and you can pull my knickers down and I'll spread my legs apart and you can watch me pee pee." she said.
We went out onto the side porch and Agnes stopped and spread her legs apart slightly so I could slip her DK's down her legs. As I got them down to the welt of her stockings I noticed the welt was not the same color as her stockings, but was black like her heels and seams. Somewhat unusual, as most stocking manufacturers dye the welt the same color as the leg of the stockings. I continued to slip her DK's down until she could step out of them. When I looked at her belly and cunt I was confronted with a forest of salt and pepper pubic hair that was quite thick. I reached up with my right hand and ran my fingers through it.
"Oh. You may play with my pussy hair darling. Your daddy enjoys doing that to me too. You may even slip your finger in my slit and find my fuck button and play with that too." Agnes said.
She spread her cunt lips open and the pee began dribbling out of her urethra. Suddenly, the telephone hanging on the kitchen wall was ringing. Did I go answer it and miss Agnes pissing or did I ignore it hoping whoever was calling would call back?