Grandma Lingerie Novels & Stories

I rarely entered this boutique because their collection was above my financial level. However, Grandma casually gave me clothes to try on. Any clothes that fit were given to the shopkeeper, while those that didn't were returned to their hangers. She even bought some bags and shoes for me. "Grandma, this is too expensive," I reluctantly refused. "This is the Harrington collection. Starting today, you can only wear this brand on your body. All other brands must be discarded. Do you understand?" Grandma advised. I stared at him in disbelief. "Discarded?"

“Long enough to figure out how to cover all the essentials with the items your grandfather brought.” “What the hell?” Jack flung the door open and barged into the room. When he saw the garments all spread out on the bed, he stopped and stared. His gaze roved over the golden lace-up camisole, drifted to the black corset with garter belts and thigh-high stockings, then settled on the burgundy bra trimmed in champagne lace—with cut outs so her nipples could poke through. It came with matching crotchless panties. “Is this all he brought?” “You got it.”

She thought she was a bad influence, as though I were still a child who needed to be monitored. "Sorry, Grandmère," I said lightly, leaning in to kiss her cheek as if that might soften it. "Tea with Ryan's family took longer than expected." I lied, the lie came easily, even though I knew I had gone back to the dorm afterward and wasted time with Lila before coming here. "Hello, Mrs. Sinclair," Lila said politely. My grandmother gave her a small nod, barely acknowledging her presence before shifting her attention back to me. "Francis has brought a variety of options for you," she said, gesturing toward the racks of dresses arranged neatly nearby. "I like the black one. Black always suits your

An open door to gather all the attention. "Do all things but keep my dad out of this. He has gone to rest now. Let him rest in peace." I uttered and shifted away. She hissed and proceeded to what she was doing before. Indira helped her out to pick out some sets of lingerie which left no imagination. One of them was the worst. It was a two piece, pepper red lingerie. It had only tiny straps, the nipple sides were cut and where the clit was supposed to be. A hole at the center.

, the senior lady tutted. “Grandma, this is a designer dress from Louisa Ballou collection”, Isabella cringed at the scolding she received and at the disaster the evening was rolling in to. Her hot imprudent head however did not allow her to stop at that. “Have you heard of Lousa Ballou grandma? She is one of the hottest designers today”, Isabella said proudly, leading to another round of sniggers and gasps around the table while he parents tried to stop her in sheer embarrassment. “You will not talk rudely to our grandma”, Nancy spoke up in rage.

She was sipping tea with a gleam in her eye — one that usually meant she was up to something. I leaned down to kiss both of them on the cheek. “You’re late, dear,” Grandma teased, her eyes twinkling. “Even on your birthday.” “I was ambushed,” I muttered. “With love, of course.” “We have so much to do today!” Mom said excitedly. “Are you ready to go shopping?” Here it comes. I tried to smile. “Shopping sounds fun… but don’t we already have enough gowns in the dressing wing?” Grandma clicked her tongue. “This one’s different. The boutique is expecting us. Private entrance, no cameras. Just a few elite designers and us. No worries about the public.”

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're very pretty too." "And you have princess clothes," Bella went on, pointing at my open suitcase where some of my clothes were still visible. "Your clothes are shiny and soft. Grandma has clothes like that too, but she only wears them to church on important days." I glanced at the suitcase, seeing it through her eyes. Cashmere. Silk. Fabrics that were clearly far too expensive. Another inconsistency my scrambled brain couldn't explain. "I like dressing nicely," I said, because it was the only answer I had.

I had to make things right, but the thought of facing her and seeing the hurt in her eyes made me feel uneasy. The first lady came forward, her name was Lia or Lisa, or something of the sort. She was in very revealing lingerie. The lingerie was a deep red color, made of a sheer and delicate lace material. It was a two-piece set, consisting of a barely-there thong and a matching bra. The bra had thin straps that wrapped around the neck, leaving the majority of the back exposed. It had delicate cups that barely covered the nipples, held up by thin straps that criss crossed in the back. The thong was just as scanty, with a thin strip of fabric that barely covered the hips and a thong back. The

Seeking the wisdom and guidance of my grandmother, I turn to her, hoping she can provide me with a solution to this predicament. “Grandma,” I begin, my voice tinged with a hint of desperation, “what am I going to wear? I seem to have nothing but the gown on my back!” My words spill out in a rush, a reflection of the anxiety that has been building within me. “Take a moment to relax, my darling. I have brought some clothing that should fit you perfectly until we can get you back to our back. Please don't worry, everything will be alright. Just breathe deeply and let me take care of you. These clothes are comfortable and stylish, and I'm sure you'll feel much better once you're dressed. Trust m

The three of us inhaled sharply at once. “Oh. My. God.” Emma’s voice broke into a delighted squeal. She snatched up the lingerie with careful fingers. “Do you SEE this? This looks like your exact size!” She shook her head in disbelief. “And this is F&F brand, girl. F&F! With a Charlotte-customized name stitched inside. What the heck!” My skin crawled. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself. “Exactly. It’s creepy. Who is this person? How do they even know my size?”