I came in the front door and immediately looked for Margaret. She wasn't in the living room, so I looked in her bedroom thinking she might be taking a nap.
I didn't find her there either so I headed out to the kitchen. As I went into the kitchen I looked out the side door. She was standing with her back to me holding onto the porch railing with both hands.
The unusual thing about her was she was wearing not only a black garter girdle and dark brown Manahattan heel nylons pulled way up her legs, but a very sheer pair of black directoire knickers that came down to mid thigh and covered the top of her stockings. They were so sheer I could see the crack of her ass through them. This was unusual because she hardly ever wore knickers anymore.
I thought maybe she was sober today, but as she turned around and faced me I could see she was totally wiped out again. She gave me that stupid looking grin that only an intoxicated person can give. I could see the huge forest of black pubic hair on her belly through her knickers.
Suddenly the shower began trickling down through her crotch. Then it began to fall faster. Finally the pee was a torrent running so hard and fast it was not only streaming through the crotch of her knickers but was also running down both of her legs soaking her stockings. She said "What the fuck are you looking at me like that for? You've seen me piss before. I just thought I could make it back to my potty but it hit me all of a sudden and I couldn't hold it any longer."
"You're so full of shit it isn't even funny. You get so fucking drunk everyday. The dishes sit in the sink, the beds aren't made, the laundry isn't done. All you do is get up and drink beer." I told her.
Then it was over and as she started to walk over toward me she stumbled. I caught her and helped her inside the house and led her toward her bedroom.
I got her to her bed and unfastened her wet stockings and peeled them down her legs and also took off her soaking wet knickers. I got a pan of warm water and soap and proceeded to wash her cunt and legs, drying them off when I finished. I helped her out of her garter girdle and into her nightgown. I told her she needed a nap and I would wash her lingerie for her. She agreed and was asleep in five minutes. I washed her knickers and stockings and hung them in the bathroom to dry so she could put them on again when she woke up.
Why did she have to get drunk so often? It had become an everyday event. She began the day with with a bottle of beer before breakfast, beer all day, and finished with a beer about ten in the evening. She was consuming nearly a case a day alone. With Agnes, her mother, also drinking a lot it was now becoming two cases every three days for both of them. I don't know how my father was managing to pay for it. I presume it came from the subsidy he was receiving from Agnes's brothers who paid him to let her live with us.
Margaret woke up an hour later and promptly let me know she had to piss again. I helped her sit down on her little chamberpot and stood there until she finished pissing. She didn't bother to wipe her pussy, but wanted another bottle of beer. I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted, so I went and got her one.
She went into the living room and sat down in her chair. I managed to get a towel under her ass before she sat down so she wouldn't get the chair wet. She said "Frank is coming over about two o'clock this afternoon and I want you in your costume." I was never sure why she wanted me in my costume but I never argued with her. I just put it on while he was at our house.
My costume consisted of a sheer bra, bikini panties, a black garter belt, black full fashioned stockings, and one and a half inch pumps.
Frank had a cock about seven inches long when soft with a very long foreskin. I had seen her suck his cock and she loved to play with the foreskin, trying to stick her tongue up inside it while he was soft. One time he got so excited he just shot his load of semen in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, then washed the rest of it down with a bottle of beer.
Frank must have been pretty horny that day because it wasn't long until he had her in the bedroom and was fucking her brains out. She squealed and hollered like there was no tomorrow. She told him " Frank, you have to breed me. I want to have another baby." He must have shot another big load of semen inside her cunt. When they came out of the bedroom, which was right next to the living room, she had semen running down her legs onto her stockings and his cock was still dripping. It was pretty obvious neither of them had wiped themselves off after they got done fucking.