Grandma Lingerie Novels & Stories

My grandmother had arrived in the afternoon, and I hadn't seen her yet - she was at my mother's house - and I was very touched to see her there. "Sweetie, today I'm going to have fun! These two said they're going to make my bones shake," my grandmother hugged me excitedly, referring to Erica and Emily. "Ladies, everyone take a seat because the fun is about to begin. We'll start with the lingerie shower, but we also have a wonderful photographer - come here, Bea - she'll take some spicy photos of our little party, especially of the bride. We'll play sexy truth or dare, have a sex toy demonstration, a striptease lesson, and a little surprise later," Emily set the tone for the event, and it wou

🌹 DELEILAH 🌹 “Oh my god.” I muttered, something warm clutching my heart as I stared at the beautiful pink lacey lingerie that took the form of a strapless push up bra connected to a high-waist strappy lace thong. It was from the Spoiled princess edition that was released a couple of months back. He bought it from my brand. My own product.

Alicia said, her voice quiet. As servants bustled past, Alicia turned, voice sharper, “Careful with those bags.” Grandma leaned in and whispered to her, “No one knows yet, but I’ve already secured the limited-edition Vera Wang wedding gown for you.” Alicia gasped, stunned into silence. Grandma beamed. “I’m just so glad things worked out this way. I don’t know what I would’ve done if it had gone south between you and Oscar.” Alicia pressed her lips together, quietly swallowing her thoughts.

Silva removed Lelandi’s gown as Darien put on his sock with his back to her. “You still adore me, boss,” Silva gave Lelandi a wink. “I was unable to find a lovely lace bra to go with your pants. Although Lacy Garments & Accessories sells some wonderful see-through nightgowns, this dreadful establishment isn’t really fashion-conscious. If we wore something similar. But, I considered this white lace bra to be attractive and cut somewhat lower so it wouldn’t bother or touch your wounds. She pulled up her bra to hide herself. She questioned whether Darien wanted to see to see how low-cut the bra was when he paused before putting on her other sock. That was small. That was a push-up that almost s

If Adrian desires them, I will gladly accept. Now I need something to wear, but I take the butt plug. “I want lingerie. Something festive. Maybe something with fur, like a Santa theme.” The sales rep smiles, nodding. “I know exactly what you want.” She says and leads me to a section filled with delicate lace and flimsy nightgowns. She points to a set that is absolutely perfect, complete with a matching Santa hat. “It's perfect.” I point to other sets and flimsy nightgowns. “Pack those too, please.”

Tate sighed, inhaling deeply, his cock flexing hard. “Wow, look at this monster!” Amber continued, lifting another bra. She let the enormous embroidered cup hover teasingly over his face as she read the tag. “40 triple K-cup! Any idea who owns these, darling?” She then pressed the massive bra fully over his face, smothering him in soft silk. “Grandma?” he guessed, voice muffled. “You got it, baby,” his mom replied, slipping Ruth’s dainty panties under the cup and rubbing the fragrant crotch directly against his nose. “Don’t her panties smell wonderful? They’ve been hugging her warm, mature pussy all day long.”

“Miss Hart? Mr. Draven asked me to deliver this to you earlier this morning but it skipped my mind. I apologize ma'am.” Mom’s face lit up like a girl on Christmas. “Oh! It's okay. Thank you, dear.” She took the bag, tugging at it with eager hands. I sat back, curious despite everything. The crew member nodded politely and slipped away. Mom reached inside, pulling out layers of delicate black lace. She unfolded it—a stunning lingerie set, with matching garters and a robe. Bottles of expensive perfume beside silk eye masks and luxurious bath oils. The scent of vanilla and jasmine wafted up.

Their guards and the attendants seemed to be making an effort to keep their faces neutral. “Oh. Don’t look so flustered. This is a women’s shop my dear.” Grandma Alexakis chuckled, looking at her. Not with these very male guards that just saw you hold up lingerie that looks like bondage. Good grief. She could not even imagine the images that would be running through their heads at the moment. “Well, do you like it, child?” “Yes, Grandma.” Prim smiled politely. The old lady nodded in satisfaction and held it out to an attendant who claimed it and added it to the pile of other things they had collected so far.

But instead, Grandma led us directly toward the fashion wing of the mall. “That doesn’t look like the produce section,” I said with a raised brow. “I lied,” she replied without an ounce of guilt. “We’re doing a little clothes shopping first.” I laughed. “You really are something else, Grandma.” “Oh, honey,” she said, stepping into a boutique that looked like it specialized in flirty elegance and bold confidence, “I might be old, but I still have a knack for things like this.” She didn’t waste time. As soon as we walked in, she was rifling through racks, flipping hangers with practiced ease. Her fingers brushed over silk, lace, chiffon. She turned to me, holding up a slinky red dress with a p