Grandma Lingerie Novels & Stories

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.”

Or rather Vince was going to be the one fucking me from the sounds of it. Breakfast was accompanied by a gift, a black box tied with a black bow. I opened it to find beautiful lacy lingerie, also black. “For tonight.” Graham said. “I want everything to be perfect for you.” I excitedly jumped out of bed and stripped out of my silk nightie so I could try on the lingerie set. The bra perfectly lifted and cupped my big, perky breasts with silky straps that connected to the tiny, crotchless panties. A thin strip of fabric rested on either side of my lips leaving my pussy exposed. The set was paired with garter belts and thin black stockings.

I'd wait for them. I looked up from my phone to see Grandma Charlotte walking towards me, her graceful figure looking so beautiful in a soft pink suit and the elegant vintage scarf tied artistically about her neck. A pair of tiny diamond earrings glittered under the sun, with a matching piece delicately woven around one of her slender wrists. Grandma Charlotte was a phenomenal jewelry maker—the owner of the number one jewelry company in the country and globally. A billionaire of her own making, yet so sweet, so kind, so humble, and blessed with genes that preserved beauty and youthfulness despite her age.

The thought of wearing something my grandmother had chosen for me to wear around Ethan felt strange, given our current situation. But Victoria's expression was so hopeful, so tender, that I couldn't refuse. "Thank you," I said, accepting the box. "I'll wear them." Curiosity overcame my hesitation, and I opened the box once Victoria had stepped away. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a set of delicate lingerie—a silky bra and matching panties in a soft beige color. The cut was modest, nothing provocative or revealing. In fact, it was exactly the style I typically preferred. I ran my fingers over the fine fabric, appreciating the quality and craftsmanship.

To my surprise, I saw a red lingerie inside. "It's sexy, isn't it? For sure, Timothy would love that too." I could feel my whole face starting to get hot as I stared at the lingerie that I was holding. Do I really need to wear this in front of Timothy? "Do you like it?" grandma suddenly asked me. "I-I like it. Thank you so much, grandma." "Oh, I'm so glad you liked it. Don't forget to tell me about Timothy's reaction, okay?" I nodded my head awkwardly. "O-Okay."

I argued, but even I could hear how weak it sounded. "Right. And I'm the Queen of England." She thrust another set at me. "This one has a garter belt. Very classic." By the time we finished, I had a small mountain of lingerie, most of which I was too embarrassed to look at directly. The saleswoman rang everything up with a knowing smile while I tried not to think about the total. "Alpha Thorne is a lucky man," she said as she carefully wrapped each piece. I mumbled something that might have been thanks and grabbed the bags, desperate to escape before I died of embarrassment.

Petra said, and I sighed. "What store is that one?" I stupidly asked, "Oh! There's a new lingerie store. They say they have the most sexy items," she said, and quickly, Mom and Aunt Paige were interested. I have stupidly assumed that women in their forties are no longer interested in fucking their men, but their libidos are higher than ever. I am not even this invested in buying sexy shit to show around. Well, maybe one or two pieces are needed for when Al wakes. We walked around, bought some shared pretzels and drinks, and talked and walked a bit more when I noticed we were being followed. "Guys," I mumbled, and Petra nodded.

’ ‘Yes, Master,’ I’d replied, my hands shaking so badly I could barely type. ‘And wear what I tell you to. I’ve sent you a link. Buy it. Wear it. Nothing else.’ The link was to a high-end lingerie store. The set was made of black silk and delicate lace. A suspender belt, sheer stockings, and a pair of crotchless panties that were so slutty they made my face burn just looking at them. I’d bought them, my hands trembling as I entered my credit card details. The package had arrived today, a plain brown box that felt like it was ticking.

having lost the drive to look good since Kylian stopped looking at her the way he used to. She slid into comfy jeans and a casual shirt and didn't bother to check out her reflection in the mirror before leaving the walk-in closet. As she headed for the bedroom door, Chloe grabbed her purse and phone and slipped into her sneakers. She was late, but she didn't care. She was the owner of THE GIRLY LUX. A fashion house that produced one of the best lingerie brands ever sold in New York. While Emma's fashion store, LA BEVA, produced the same things, they have both been successful in their own rights. There is no competition whatsoever. They only strived to make the best out of their brands.

Maybe on the balcony with Juan, wine glasses clinking between us. I end up choosing a few dresses—nothing too bold, mostly soft pastels and lightweight fabrics. But when we pass by a small lingerie boutique, she slows down, then stops entirely. “You should pick out something nice for Juan,” she says, eyebrows raised. “A little surprise, perhaps.” I gape at her. “Grandma!” She laughs. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re married, not in a convent. Men love surprises—and you love that man.” I feel heat crawl up my neck, laughing in disbelief. “This is so inappropriate.”