My name is Melissa Bouvier and I'm eighteen years old but a little naïve for my age. My brother Alex told you his anecdote in the story Family Sex Saga -- Making Mother. If you haven't read that story I suggest you do so before you read mine. Although each story stands on its own; they are complementary and this story leads on from my brother's.

I had learned that men think with their penises and that the men in my family in particular have a penchant for women dressed in nylons, panties and lingerie. I also learnt that this could be used to great advantage; that men could be made to do my will and that they would reward me for acquiescing to their sexual desires.

I learned all of this from my own observations; from my mother; and from my own experiences.

It's probably best if I start at the beginning and take it from there. The first time I was exposed to sex and to how a woman could use her accomplishments to make a man do what she wanted, was when I I was staying at the Big House with my grandfather and grandmother.

My grandfather is Lucien Bouvier and he is a rich and powerful man. My grandfather was the patriarch of a dynasty stretching back generations, a family of wealth, power, and influence. My father, Trey Bouvier is married to my mother Dee-Dee who dragged herself up from the wrong side of the tracks and endeared herself to the Bouvier family, married my father and gave birth to me eight months after they were married. You can read my brother's story for the details; they are quite factual.

Mother, father and I were staying with grandfather Lucien and grandma Jessica at what my family called the Big House, near the lake. Mother and father had gone out for dinner. I had gone to bed early but arose thirsty late in the evening and made my way down to the kitchen to get a drink of water. I drank my glass of water and was about to head back upstairs to bed when I heard muffled voices coming from the big lounge room. I walked over to the huge double doors and peered into the gloomy room; lit only the by light of the large-screen television set.

I looked at the television and was confused by the show that airing. A man was naked and was lying on top of a woman who was also naked except for a suspender belt, stockings and high heels. The man was on top of the woman and they were both moaning and groaning. I thought the man might be hurting the woman but then I realised that they liked what they were doing because they kept kissing each other.

Then I heard more moaning and groaning and I realised that the noise was coming from the couch. I tiptoed further into the room until I could see the couch and was amazed at what I saw.

Grandma was dressed in a skirt and blouse; her high-heels were on the floor beside the couch. Her skirt was hiked up and she was showing off her black satin panties and her pantyhose clad legs. I knew that this was naughty because my mother said I should never let anyone see up my skirt.

I stood transfixed as I watched my grandparents. Grandma was lying at one end of the large lounge propped up against the armrest with her feet between grandfather's legs; he was lying on the other end of the couch facing her.

I watched in amazement as grandfather took hold of grandma's ankles and pushed the soles of her feet together so that the soles of her nylon-clad feet made an arch, which he lowered over his penis. It was erect, blood engorged and throbbing, and that they were very much enjoying a sexual act together.

I watched fascinated as grandma pumped her feet up and down grandfather's penis; his penis throbbed and clear fluid was leaking from the hole in the tip. Grandpa grabbed hold of grandma's ankles and began to moan and thrash.

"Goddamn it Jess I'm coming! I'm coming!"

He thrust his penis in and out of the silken tunnel of grandma's soles and suddenly streams of creamy viscous fluid erupted from his penis and splashed all over grandma's legs and feet; it soaked into her pantyhose and glistened in the dull light.

I remained transfixed and watched as grandpa's cock slowly began to deflate. Grandma moved her feet away from his special place and giggled like a young girl.

"Ok Lucy get your face into my pussy and pay your dues!" she giggled.

Grandfather reversed his position on the couch, pulled down grandma's panties, and put his face into her pussy and chewed out the cotton panel in the crotch of her pantyhose. I thought grandma would be angry about that but instead she started to moan and whimper and push grandfather's head into the place between her legs.

After a few minutes she drummed her heels on grandpa's back and I thought he was hurting her but then I realised she liked what he was doing.

"Oh fuck Lucy! Lick my clit! Suck my clit! Ohhh Lucy I'm coming you bastard!!!!!"

After the fascinating show had finished I left the room and tip-toed up to bed.

Mother and father often visited the Big House and grandfather and grandma would look after me and my brother Alex while mom and dad attended various social functions. They could just have easily left us at home with Aunt Betty but father liked to talk business with grandpa Lucien before he went out to these important dinners. My mother would drink gin and tonics or mint juleps with grandma Jessica whilst the men drank bourbon in the den and talked about business and their law firm.

Often grandma would nod off to sleep as soon as mother and father left to attend their function and it became routine that Alex would curl up on the couch next to grandma. Then grandfather would take me into his den to watch TV and I would sit in his lap and we would watch the movies or television together in the darkened room while he sipped bourbon.

Watching TV became a regular ritual and I was very precocious about the fact that grandpa Lucien allowed me into his den, as he forbade the other women in the family to enter his 'fortress of solitude' as he called it. Ma and grandma teased me about this and called me grandpa's favourite. I could tell that Alex was jealous; but grandma had made him her favourite and our respective grandparents spoiled us equally.

One evening when I was in the darkened den sitting in grandfather's lap I became aware of something strange. Grandpa had drunk a lot of bourbon that night and he was breathing heavy. He stroked my honey-blonde hair as he often did when I sat in his lap but tonight his hands slowly moved down my arms and wrapped around my waist. I was eighteen now and was really too old to be sitting in grandpa's lap but it made me feel special.

Grandfather kissed me on the cheek and hugged me pulling down harder in his lap.

"You like sitting in my lap don't you Mellie?" he asked.

"Yes grandpa," I sighed.

"And you like it when you sit in grandfather's lap and he cuddles you don't you Mellie?"

I turned around and kissed him quickly on the lips; he smelt of bourbon and cigars.

"Oh course I do grandfather; I love you," I replied and quickly became engrossed in the movie again.

Grandfather's legs were bony and I had to squirm my butt every now and again to get comfortable and my dress kept riding up.

"Here let me fix that," Grandpa said and pulled my short skirt out from under my butt and smoothed it around my thighs and over his lap.

"Grandfather? There's something sticking in my butt," I whined.

"Oh it's probably just my old corncob pipe; I stuck it in my pocket earlier," he answered.

"Why don't you just wriggle your butt a little bit and push down on it and it will get pushed back down deep into my pocket," he whispered in my ear.

I knew it was my grandpa's penis sticking in my butt but I was a virgin and had never petted with a boy before and I was interested to see what would happen.

I pushed my butt down onto the hard pipe and wriggled my butt against it. Because grandpa had taken my skirt from under me; it was just my nylon panties rubbing against grandpa's trousers. I pushed down harder and wriggled my butt and started to laugh. I wriggled and squirmed in his lap pushing down with my butt.

Grandpa was breathing heavy now and he put his hands on my thighs and forced me down harder into his lap. He thrust up with his groin and I felt the pipe slide along the crevice of my butt through the fabric of his trousers. I giggled and thrust back against him.

Grandpa pulled me down hard into his lap and thrust his groin against my bottom; I felt his hard cock throbbing against my panty-clad ass. Then I felt a warm wet fluid soak into the back of my panties.

"Ohhhh Mellie..............Ohhhh Mellie!!!" he groaned and writhed in his chair as he crushed me against him.

"Are you ok grandfather?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"Oh yes Mellie; I'm wonderful. Just sit still for a little bit," he said.

"But my butt's wet grandpa," I whined.

Grandpa just sat there holding me in his lap for a few minutes and I felt the uncomfortable bulge in my butt slowly deflate, then he loosened his grip from around my waist and I leapt from his lap. I reached under my skirt and put my fingers in the wet patch on the back of my panties and lifted them to my nose. The stuff smelt musty and salty.

"Look I'm sorry Mellie; it was an accident but I'm very embarrassed about it so I would prefer it if you didn't tell anyone about it," he said.

I frowned.

Grandfather reached for his wallet and handed me a twenty-dollar bill.

"And here is a little reward for keeping our secret," he smiled.

"I love you grandfather," I squealed with delight and thew my arms around his neck and hugged him and kissed him.

Then I held the twenty-dollar bill under the table lamp just to make sure I was not mistaken. Unbeknownst to me, I had just prostituted myself for the first time.

The next time we were up at the big house and I was alone with Grandfather he didn't waste any time sitting me in his lap. Once again we were in his den with the door securely locked.

"Do you wanna play that game we played last time you visited? You know; where you wiggle in my lap?" he whispered in my ear.

"Sure Grandfather Lucien; will I get twenty dollars again if I win?" I laughed.

"You Bouvier women are all the same," he sighed.

"What grandfather?" I asked.

"Nothing Mellie; just remember you promised not to tell mother about our secret game ok?" he smiled.

"Ok grandfather," I smiled back.

I lifted myself up in his lap and pulled my skirt out from underneath my bottom and smoothed it around my thighs. I was wearing white nylon panties and I had owned them for a while now and they were a little small and clung tightly to my buttocks and pubis.

Grandpa grunted and fumbled in his lap and then I felt the familiar prod of his cock against my butt. This time I could feel it more distinctly and I realised that his penis was sticking out of his trousers and was rubbing against the flimsy fabric of my panties.

I wriggled my butt in grandfather's lap and he sighed and pulled me closer and pushed me down into his lap. I felt his penis slide into the crevice of my buttocks and push against my thin nylon panties. His member was hot and throbbing and he was panting hard.

I slid my bottom up and down, pushing my panty-clad cheeks hard against his throbbing phallus. Grandpa held me by the waist guiding me up and down. I heard his breathing become hard and ragged and I guessed that I was going to get a wet bottom again but for twenty bucks it was worth it. I pushed down hard and gyrated my hips, forcing grandpa's hard cock deep into my butt-crack; only the gossamer thin panty material separating his hot flesh from my mine.

"Oh my God Mellieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" he moaned and his cock spasmed and flooded the rear of my panties with hot viscous fluid. It scalded my tender skin and squirted through my panties and puddled in the crevice of my bottom. I scrunched down and wriggled hard, instinctively knowing he would like that.

Grandpa kissed my neck and my ears; not platonic kisses; but hard open-mouthed sloppy kisses that felt naughty but nice at the same time. His cock throbbed and pulsed against my bottom; his spend soaking the back of my panties. And then I felt it for the first time.................a little spark of pleasure in my pussy. To this day I don't know if it was sexual or not but it felt nice.

Grandfather shuddered against me as his orgasm subsided and I felt his penis begin to soften. After a few minutes he kissed me on the cheek and lifted me out of his lap and onto my feet.

"Hold up your skirt Mellie so it doesn't get wet," he smiled and fumbled in his pocket for a handkerchief.

I saw his shrivelled penis now, wrinkled with a purple knob on the end. It was wet with a creamy viscous fluid, which had also pooled in his pubic hair, which was just turning to grey. He wiped away the mess in his crotch and put his cock back in his pants and zipped his fly.

I stood awkwardly holding up my skirt whilst his spend cooled in panties and in my ass crack. Grandpa leaned forward and wiped down my panties with the kerchief doing his best to dry them off. He pulled the back of my panties down and wiped away the mess in my butt-crack and then pulled my panties back up.

"Turn around Mellie; lets make sure you don't have any of my juice on the front of your panties," he said.

Grandpa then made an effort to wipe the front of my panties even though they weren't even damp. Then rubbed my pubic mound with his fingers through my sheer nylon panties. It did feel nice but I knew he shouldn't do that.

I stepped back and dropped my skirt.

"Uh-uh Grandpa!" I said wagging a finger in his face.

"Mother said that no one is to touch me there!" I admonished.

I noticed that grandpa's pants had a bulge in them again; he must have enjoyed stroking the front of my panties. I smiled to myself............now I knew another thing that Grandfather liked and that I might be able to exploit it for money.

"Sorry Mellie," Grandpa smiled apologetically.

He reached for his wallet and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and held it out before me.

"Remember this is our secret," he frowned.

"If anyone found out, we couldn't play this game any more, and you wouldn't get your reward," he said seriously.

"Don't worry Grandpa; this will be our secret!" I giggled.

"Good girl Mellie," grandfather smiled back and handed me the twenty-dollar note.

And so it went on; me charging grandpa twenty dollars to 'panty-pop' me. That's what I called letting grandpa Lucien hump my ass through my panties whilst I sat in his lap: panty-popping.

I decided to pay a surprise visit on grandpa at work. I went to his law firm where I knew he had the big office on the top floor of the big building. I had been there a few times before; but this time I decided I would go alone and surprise him and maybe let him panty-pop me for the twenty bucks I needed so that I could go to the movies that night with my friends.

I pretty much did as I wanted; dad was always busy at work and mom was a social butterfly and I was left pretty much alone as long as I behaved myself. At eighteen I was in my last year of high school and would soon be going to a finishing school.

I arrived at the top floor of my grandpa's office building and stepped out of the elevator. The receptionist's desk was empty and the door to Lucien's office was closed. I walked over to the door in anticipation of bursting through the door to surprise grandpa.

I was bitterly disappointed when I turned the door-handle and found it securely locked.

"Shit!" I spat and turned to leave when I again noticed the deserted secretary's station and decided to explore.

I sat behind the large counter and looked at the long desktop. There were a number of phones and intercoms and not one, but two, computers; a workstation and a laptop, both were password protected. I rummaged through the drawers and didn't find much except for stationery. In another drawer I found a small makeup case and a package of pantyhose. I expected they belonged to the secretary.

I was about to leave when I noticed a small monitor recessed into the desktop with some switches and a joystick beside it. It was labelled: 'security surveillance system'. I played with the controls and eventually the monitor sprang into life. The interior of an elevator suddenly sprang into sharp focus on the screen.

"Oh my," I giggled to myself as I looked the screen.

One of the secretarial staff was standing in the elevator and a young man, who had to be young enough to be her son, was standing behind her. A mail trolley was pushed into the corner of the elevator car so I figured the youth had to be one of the office mail boys.

What had made me giggle was that the young man had his hand under the older secretary's skirt and he was obviously enjoying himself. The woman was wriggling and writhing as the young man hiked her skirt up and pushed his hand inside her panties and pantyhose and played with her cunt. The boy had his cock out and he took the woman's hand and placed her elegantly manicured fingers around his erection.

I fiddled with a few controls and found the volume control.

"Ok David; just a few strokes before the car gets to the twenty-fifth floor; and if you put a runner in these pantyhose I'll fucking well kill you!" she sniggered.

I knew that the elevator they were in went non-stop to the twenty-fifth floor where it would stop and that the secretary and the mail boy had about one and half minutes before they got to the twenty-fifth floor. I watched fascinated as the secretary spun around and passionately kissed the young man as she squeezed and stroked his hard cock.

The mail-boy removed his hand from inside the secretary's panties and moved his hands to her ass, hiking up her skirt and massaging her panty-clad buttocks through her sheer shiny pantyhose. With only seconds to spare the couple separated and the woman straightened her skirt while the mail boy put his cock away and zipped his fly.

"Tonight at eight! The usual motel," the secretary gasped just before the door opened.

"You bettcha!" the young man said, and pushed his trolley through the elevator door.

Another secretary entered the car.

"Not getting out?" she asked the older secretary.

"Wrong floor," she replied.

The younger secretary who had just entered the car looked appreciatively at the ass of the mail boy just before the doors closed.

"God that mail boy has a great ass!" she commented to the older secretary.

"Not my type," the older secretary said matter-of-factly, a wry smile on her face.

I scanned through a number of different places covered by the surveillance cameras; flicking the switches at random. I saw open-plan offices; corridors, stock rooms and other places within the labyrinth of the building but nothing as interesting as what I'd seen in the elevator.

Then I looked down at the controls and saw that one of the buttons had a key inserted into it; the tag hanging off the key was marked 'Private'. I turned the key and the screen went blank. Then slowly a picture appeared. It showed the inside of grandpa Lucien's office and I was quite shocked at what I saw.

Mother was kneeling in front of grandpa who was not wearing any pants and standing in front of his huge desk. Mother was sucking on grandpa's penis; running her tongue along the shaft, then engulfing his glans with her ruby-red lips before sucking the whole member into her mouth briefly before beginning the whole process over again. Grandpa was leaning back against the desk with his eyes closed holding mother's head in his hands as she fellated him.

Mom was wearing one of her power suits; tight navy-blue skirt with a thigh-high hemline and matching jacket. Underneath the jacket she wore a cream silk blouse and completed the outfit with beige hosiery and black high-heels. Her hair was bunched high on her head and she was wearing lots of makeup. She looked just like the businesswomen and secretaries that worked at father and grandpa's firm.
I turned the volume up again.

"Of yes Dee-Dee, suck your father's cock that's a good girl," he groaned.

Technically of course Lucien was Dee-Dee's father-in-law but around here we still used the term father for our inlaws.

My mother spat Lucien's cock out of her mouth and struggled to her feet.

"Come on Lucien. You said you wanted to fuck me today and I only have fifteen minutes before I have to meet Trey for a late lunch," Mother said.

"Ah fuck Dee-Dee; that boy of mine can wait while I take what's owed me," he guffawed.

"Come on Lucien, fuck me! Your secretary will be back soon and I can't keep Trey waiting," mother replied.

She took grandpa's long stiff cock in her hand and slid her fingers along the shaft; her ruby-red nailpolished fingernails dragged over his glans and he shuddered.

"Jesus Dee-Dee I'm gonna come if you don't stop doing that!"

Mother smiled and then she let go of Lucien's throbbing cock and stepped around him and bent over the desk. She reached round and hiked up her skirt exposing her firm thighs framed by the darker welts of her gauzy beige stockings; a pair of cream coloured, satin, boy-leg panties encased her full ass.

"Oh Jesus I gotta have some of that!" Lucien moaned and kicked my mother's legs wider apart and positioned himself behind her.

He rubbed his cock up and down her stocking-clad thighs, leaving silvery trails of pre-seminal fluid on the gossamer nylons. The same pre-seminal fluid he left on my drawers when he panty-popped me.

"Oh for fuck sake put it in!" mother whined and reached around behind her and pulled her panties down a little bit.

She took Lucien's erect penis in her hand and pushed back with her ass as she guided him inside her vagina.

Although still a virgin, I knew all about fucking. I had seen plenty of pictures of men and women fucking and also plenty of videos. I knew how to masturbate and had put a finger inside my vagina a little; although my hymen was still in tact; but watching my mother fuck my grandfather was fascinating.

This was the man in whose lap I sat about once a month or so and let ejaculate over my panty-clad ass. He was my 'panty-popper' and I was intrigued that mother was also having sex with him.

Lucien was fucking mother with long slow strokes, pulling his engorged penis out of her vagina until just the tip of his glans nestled in her labia and then pushing forward until his cock was buried in mother right up to the hilt. Mother was wriggling her ass in a slow circling motion and pushing back against grandpa when he thrust forward.

She was having difficulty maintaining her balance as her high-heels skidded and skittered on the polished floor, but Lucien had her pinned to the desk with the weight of his body, his hands pawed at her thighs and I could hear his callused hands rasp on her stockings.

"Fuck me father! Fuck me father!" mom started to moan.

Lucien quickened his pace until he was jackhammering his cock in and out of my mother's pussy. I could hear the 'slock, slock, slock,' sound as his throbbing cock slammed in and out her wet cunt.

"AGGGHHHH!!!!" Lucien screamed.

He grabbed mother by her hips and pulled her ass hard back against his groin impaling her on his throbbing cock as stream after stream of hot semen flooded my mother's cunt. Dee-Dee writhed and wriggled as she fought to gain traction so she could get pressure on her clitty as her own orgasm washed over her.

They both wriggled and gyrated against each other screaming obscenities and profanity as they came.

Three minutes later and they were dressed; mom fixing her makeup and grandpa sitting behind his desk sipping a large bourbon.

"Jesus Lucien; why the fuck can't we go to a hotel room; its not like you can't afford it!" my mother said, smoothing out her stockings before pulling down the hem of her skirt.

"My cunt is dripping like a motherfucker and you don't have a shower in here."

"Shut your bitching Dee-Dee; you made the deal. Every Wednesday I get what's coming to me and you know that mostly I have to be at the office," Lucien smiled and swallowed the last of his drink.

"Now get your magnificent ass out of here so I can get back to work."

I knew that was my cue to leave. I switched off the monitor, picked up my school bag and ran to the elevator. As the doors to the elevator closed I heard the click-clack of my mother's high-heels on the floor in the reception area.

"Hold the elevator," my mother yelled but the doors slammed shut before she could see me.

As the car descended I smirked to myself; now I had some bargaining power over mother and grandfather; but how best to use it?

Two days later Dee-Dee came to tuck me into bed. It was nine o'clock and I could smell the liquor on her breath as she bent over and kissed me.

"So how long have you been fucking grandpa Lucien?" I asked.

Mom raised her hand to slap me and then stopped with her palm inches from my face. I had screwed my eyes shut in anticipation and then I slowly opened them when the expected slap didn't occur.

"A lot longer than you've been giving him panty-pops," she smiled wickedly at me.

My face blushed a deep crimson.

"You know about the panty-pops?" I asked incredulously.

"When you started coming home from the Big House with come stains in you draws hun; you didn't think I would notice?"

"Geez mom, I never thought about it to be honest," I replied.

"I never even thought that you would go anywhere near a laundry hamper to see my underwear?"

"Well honey; Betty bought it to my attention. You know I had to give that black bitch a raise just to keep her mouth shut," mother said matter-of-factly.

"You knew grandpa was sexing me up and you did nothing about it!" I cried.

"Oh come on Melissa Bouvier; you've been taking the old guy for money; dont play coy with me!"

"As soon as I found out I confronted the randy old bastard and told him if he ever put his cock inside any part of you I'd cut it off. And hasn't that been the case?"

"You sit in his lap and give him a panty-pop and he pays you for it. Twenty dollars a pop I believe?" she grinned.

"But I'm your daughter mother!" I pouted.

"Cut the bullshit Mellie; us Bouvier women have been using our good looks, our pussies, asses, legs, and our mouths to make money since time immemorial."

"My mother fucked the headmaster to get me into the right school, I fucked your father to get pregnant with you, and I fucked your grandfather so he would let me marry your father. "

"And now every Wednesday I give him whatever he wants. Its just business."

"You're still a virgin though; right Mellie?" she asked.

"Of course mom!" I replied indignantly.

"Well you make sure you keep that for something special; the right man at the right time," Dee-Dee said.

Now if you didn't know my mother you would think this was the weirdest advice you had ever heard a mother give a daughter. But you know all about Dee-Dee because you read my brother's story right?

"You haven't been giving anything away have you?" mother asked, a serious note in her voice.

"No mom just panty-pops with grandpa for twenty dollars a time," I smiled coyly.

"Well you make sure you make that old fucker pays if wants anything more than a panty-pop; and don't let him put that big poker of his anywhere near your cunt," she said.

"Ok mom I won't; I promise," I said.

She bent down and pecked me on the cheek.

"You know that you are going to the young ladies academy next semester?" Dee-Dee asked.

I had been enrolled in the 'Graham Academy for Young Ladies'; what is sometimes called a finishing school.

"Yes mother," I replied.

"Well they have a dress code there as you know, and we have to buy you school uniforms. Skirts, blouses, blazer, shoes and whatnot."

"Yes?" I replied puzzled.

"Well the young ladies there wear nylons not sox; they wear pantyhose to be precise," mother said.

"I know I've so been looking forward to wearing nylons; your legs look so good in them mom and I know mine will too!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"Well grandpa Lucien has asked to take you shopping to buy your uniforms. He says it will be part of his contribution towards your education. You can guarantee that he will want to buy nylons for you too," Dee-Dee said.

"What is it with men and nylons mother?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well I saw grandpa Lucien fucking grandma Jessica's feet while she was wearing nylons; I notice grandpa stroking your legs while he fucked you; and you always wear nylons for father so I assume he likes nylons too."

Before mom could answer I went on.

"And my brother Alex; I saw him wanking with a one of your stockings wrapped around his cock."

"Really!" mother said a little surprised.

"Hmm I'll have to have a word to that young man," she mumbled to herself

"Like father; like son I suppose," she said coming out of her reverie.

"Well Melissa; it appears that all the Bouvier men have a nylons fetish. They like their women to wear stockings or pantyhose; they like the texture, the feel, the sleekness and even the taste of nylon clad legs, pussies and asses."

"The same goes for panties too! You have probably noticed that all of my panties are satin, silk or nylon; and so are all of yours," she smiled.

"I see mom; and that's why grandfather likes to rub his cock on my panties while I sit in his lap?" I said.

"Yes dear; and now he wants to buy you pantyhose; imagine how much he might pay you if you let him touch you while you were wearing pantyhose?" mother smirked mischievously.

I reached up and hugged my mother.

"Oh mother I'm so glad we had this talk; I've learned so much!" I squealed.

"Just like my mother passed on her knowledge to me," she leant down and kissed me again; her perfume smelled delicious.

"Now you take that randy old fucker for all you can when he comes at you when you are wearing nylons for the first time," she said.

"But don't let him fuck you!" she tweaked my nose and stood up.

"Night Melissa," she said and turned towards the door.

"Night mom," I said and drifted off to sleep.

It was only a few days later that grandpa Bouvier picked me up in his town car to take me shopping for my Graham Academy school uniforms.

I purposely allowed my little sundress to ride up my legs showing grandpa my firm, tanned thighs. I turned in the big bucket seat and faced him. I opened my legs a little, displaying my tight white nylon panties. I knew that my hairless pussy was visible through the transparent nylon gusset.

I was shaved my pubic hair and I also used a depilatory cream to keep my pussy nice and smooth and hairless.

Grandpa glanced down at my lap and gulped.

"I appreciate you buying my uniforms for me," I batted my eyelashes at him.

I was wearing a little makeup - some blush, eyeliner, mascara and a dab of pink lipstick. Nothing too heavy or adult, just enough to show off my girlish good looks.

Dee-Dee had shown me how to wear makeup, just like her mother had shown her. I could make myself look like a two-bit hooker, or a junior-miss beauty pageant contestant, or an innocent young girl; which was how I looked now.

I could see grandpa was smitten. Wearing my innocuous little sundress, white ankle-sox, black Mary-Jane shoes, hair-band, and a little makeup, I looked quite the Lolita; which was just the look I had planned.

Grandpa took me to an exclusive young-ladies apparel shop that specialised in providing rich young women with their Finishing School uniforms. The shop assistants were snooty and they kowtowed and grovelled when my grandfather entered the store.

They were dressed in tight black satin high-waisted pencil skirts, white satin blouses, smoky grey nylons and black patent-leather pumps with ridiculously high heels. Exquisitely coiffured, with makeup like models, they were sort of like high-class personal shoppers, only they waited on the junior-miss clientele.

One of the assistants, considerably younger than the others, was entrusted with the job of attending to grandpa Lucien. She sat him down in an armchair and bought him coffee, she fussed over him showing off her big tits and let her tight skirt ride up her thighs when she knelt in front of him to top up his coffee. If grandpa wasn't so consumed with thinking about how he was going to get me dressed up in my Graham Academy school uniform he would probably have made a play for the sexy little shopgirl.

Two assistants took me into a large dressing room where they had already laid out some Graham Academy uniforms for me try on.

They dressed me in a formless grey pleated skirt with a hem that rested on my knees and a shapeless white cotton blouse. I looked in the mirror; not at all pleased with what I saw.

"Look ladies; you know who it is sitting outside this dressing room drinking coffee and you know who my mother is; so let's not fuck around. Get these repulsive rags off me now and listen to what I have to say!" I demanded.

The two shopgirls paled and helped me strip down to my little white nylon panties and white lacy bra. I reached into my backpack and pulled out a picture.

"Here! This what I want," I proffered a picture to one of them and they both looked at it incredulously.

"Well I'm sure we can accommodate you Melissa but aren't you a little young to be wearing clothes like these?" the younger of the two asked.

I glowered and my face turned an angry red.

"Miss Bouvier to you!" I spat. "Now get me that fucking uniform bitch or you won't have a job tomorrow!"

The assistant scurried away while her helper stood there staring the picture I had shown them. It was a picture of a St Trinnian's schoolgirl wearing a miniskirt, open collared blouse, black nylon stockings and high-heels.

The assistant returned after a considerable amount of time during which I sat on a stool dressed only in my underwear while the other shop assistant kept me company, both of us enduring an uncomfortable silence.

"I think I have what you want Miss Bouvier; but of course you must realise that you won't be able to wear this uniform to school," she said.

"Of course I know that silly! You can charge five of those other shitty uniforms I tried on onto my granddaddies account along with a couple of blazers and school ties," I said

"Now me let me check out what you have there," I demanded.

The two women helped me squeeze into a tight, grey pleated skirt with a hem that came halfway up my thighs and then into a white satin blouse that hugged my pre-pubescent body and small ripening breasts. The blouse was open to the second button and the lacy cups of my bra were just visible. I knotted a school tie loosely around my neck.

I looked in the mirror and was very happy with what I saw. Then I remembered something

"Fuck! I forgot about shoes!" I whined.

"Your Mary-Jane's will look nice with this outfit. It will be good something schoolgirlish to counterbalance the, shall we say, slattern-ish skirt and blouse combo," the shop assistant smiled.

"I think you're right," I smiled back.

"But the little white ankle-sox have to go," I mused.

"I have it!" the younger of the two assistants yelped, and scurried excitedly away.

Now that they were savvy to what the little rich-bitch wanted they were really getting off on helping me get the right look. It also helped that they worked on commission and were assured Lucien would proffer them a healthy tip if they made me happy.

She came back with a package of expensive pantyhose. The writing on the pack said: 'Hanes Nearly-Nude Sheer-to-the-Waist -- Size Small'.

My fingers trembled slightly as I took the package. Perfect!!!

I had the two shop assistants help me undress and slip back into my sundress.

"You can have that lot delivered tomorrow," I pointed at the regulation school uniforms.

"Bag these and take them out to the car," I ordered, giving one of the shopgirls the St Trinnian-like uniform and the package of pantyhose.

"Mellie! Mellie! Are you about done in there?" Grandpa Lucien called impatiently from outside the dressing room.

"I'm done grandpa; lets go home!" I hollered back.

"But? But? But? I thought you were going to show me your new uniform?" he sounded bitterly disappointed.

I came out of the dressing room and saw the dejected look on grandpa's face.

"I'd rather show you my new uniform at the Big House grandpa; just you and me! It's kinda special because you bought if for me," I smiled lovingly at him.

Grandpa's face nearly split in two as a huge grin lit up his face.

"Let's go Mellie!" he grinned and grabbed me around the waist and spun me around, lifting me off my feet.

"But first we have to stop and get me some pantyhose."

"Mother says Graham Academy girls have to wear nylons; not ankle-sox," I said innocently.

Grandpa took the bait. His face flushed and I saw the beginnings of a boner in his pants.

"Right! Lets go Mellie!" he took my hand led me excitedly to the town car.

We stopped at a big department store and grandpa followed me to the hosiery section of the lingerie department. The shelves were filled with all kinds of hosiery: stockings, pantyhose, (including sheer-to-the waist and control-tops), support hose, tights, every kind of legwear imaginable.

I debated with myself whether or not to draw out the tease here in the store, I could see grandpa was getting horny just being in the hosiery section, but I knew I would be better able to manipulate him at the big house. Besides I also knew the staff here would not allow me to open the packages of nylons and model then for my grandpa here in the store.

I took a selection of hosiery to the cashier and grandpa gladly paid for them.

"It's so exciting! I'm getting my first pair of pantyhose today and my grandpa is helping me choose them!" I giggled innocently at the cashier.

The matronly cashier gave Lucien a thinly veiled look of disgust and I sniggered to myself. It was fun to watch grandpa writhe in embarrassment whilst at the same time knowing he was hornier than a goat!

Grandpa drove us to the Big House. It was empty except for us and grandpa was breathing heavy with excitement when we finally settled ourselves in. He poured himself a large tumbler of bourbon and poured me a glass of coke.

"Why don't you go into the den and put your feet up grandpa; I'll come on in in a bit and show you my new school uniform," I smiled up at him.

"Ok Mellie; I'll see you soon honey," he said, his voice croaking in anticipation.

"Maybe I can have a panty-pop?" he winked at me.

"Maybe? See you soon grandpa," I said sweetly, and made my way to my room with my packages.

I shucked out of my sundress, shoes and sox and stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at myself, naked except for panties and bra. My body was waif-like; my budding titties only just filled the A-cups of my white lacy brassiere. My legs were long, coltish, and tanned; Dee-Dee said they were my best assets besides my pretty, innocent, face. My hair was honey-blonde but my cunny was smooth; the cleft of my labia majora sheathed in translucent nylon panties. I was quite the nymphette.

I stripped off my underwear and quickly showered. I dried off and used deodorant under my arms and pulled on a pink bra with lace trim. Matching panties lay on the bed; they were exactly the same size and style as the underwear I had removed to take my shower, except they were pink. I touched up my makeup and lipstick and sprayed some of Dee-Dee's perfume on my decolletage and on the inside on my thighs (another trick mother had taught me).

Then I squeezed into the tight, grey, pleated skirt, smoothing the hem across my thighs, and then I buttoned up the figure-hugging white satin blouse. I brushed my long honey-blonde hair and put in a black plastic headband and combed the bangs out over my forehead so that my fringe framed my pretty ice-blue eyes.
"Ok Melissa; lets make the old fart pay for what he's been yearning for!" I said to myself in the mirror.

I picked up the package of Hanes nearly-nude sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose, the pink nylon bikini panties, and my black Mary-Jane shoes and skipped off to grandpa's den.

I put a perplexed look on my face as I stepped through the door into the darkened room; locking the door behind me. I stood in front of grandpa; bathed in the light of his reading lamp. I revelled at the look of sheer lust in his eyes as they travelled over my body, finally stopping at my pouting lips.

"Grandpa! I don't know how to wear these!" I sulked, and dropped the package of pantyhose into his lap.

"I don't know if they go over or under my underpants and I don't know how to put them on!" I snivelled, dropping my shoes on the floor and holding the gossamer thin, pink nylon panties loosely at my side.

Lucien was sitting in his favourite overstuffed chair, a glass of whisky on the side table. I could see an erection was tenting the front of his trousers. He smiled at me lasciviously.

"There, there Mellie; no need to get upset. Grandpa will help you; and together we will finish getting you dressed.

I had set the bait; I knew grandpa Bouvier would be unable to resist the offer to dress his teenage granddaughter in her panties and hose. Now was the time to negotiate how much I was going to charge him for the privilege!

"Ok grandpa; that sounds like a good idea; but I'm afraid I can't let you. That would mean you would be touching my pussy," I whimpered.

"And mother said I should never let a man touch my pussy."

"Well Mellie; you know we don't tell anyone about the panty-pops?" he replied.

"Well this could be like that. I can help you finish dressing and you can sit in my lap and we can cuddle."

I smiled. I had him hooked.

"And we don't tell mother?"

"No Mellie, we don't tell Dee-Dee," he said sombrely.

He obviously didn't know that mom had told me she knew all about the panty-pops. I had caught him in a lie but it would help me to play along.

"But grandpa, you give me twenty dollars every time I let you panty-pop me!" I whined.

"Well that's Ok Mellie; I can give twenty dollars if you let me dress you," he said eagerly.

"I don't know grandpa; this isn't the same as panty-pops; you will be touching my pussy when you help me put on my panties and pantyhose."

Grandpa was sweating and I could see the erection pulsing in his pants. He was so turned on; I knew he would pay pretty much whatever I asked.

"I promise I won't touch it while it is bare Mellie; I know that is the rule, that I can't touch your bare pussy," he went on.

I smiled and licked my lips and moved in closer so that grandpa could smell my perfume; my bare legs were close to his knees and my little titties, straining the buttons on my tight blouse, were directly in front of his eyes. He leaned forward and took my hands in his.

"So Mellie are we good to go?"

"Not really grandpa; this isn't quite the same as panty-pops. I think you should pay me more," I whispered.

"Mellie!!!" he hissed, the aggravation in his voice was quite clear.

I plucked the package of pantyhose out of his lap and stepped back out of his grasp.

"Don't bother grandpa; I'll get mother to show me how to put these on," I teased.

"But I just wanted this to be special for you because you paid for my Graham Academy uniforms and for my first ever pair of nylons," I said wistfully.

"Fuck," he mumbled under his breath.

"How much Mellie?" he finally asked.

Bingo! I had him!

"I think one hundred dollars would be fair," I smiled back.

"Fuck Mellie!!!" he yelled.

"That's a lot of money for an eighteen year old girl," he said condescendingly.

"Not really grandpa; I'll need lots of spending money at the Graham Academy and besides you are rich," I replied.

Grandpa was defeated.

"Ok Mellie; a hundred," he said.

"And I still get the twenty if I sit in your lap after," I smiled.

"Jesus Mellie, you sure are your mother's daughter," he said resignedly and reached for his wallet.

I took the hundred and twenty-five dollars and put the money on the side table. I waved the package of Hanes pantyhose in front of his face and held up the tiny pink bikini panties.

"So what goes on first grandpa; my panties or my nylons?" I asked.

Grandpa gulped and his breathing quickened.

"Well usually ladies wear their pantyhose over their panties Mellie; but us Bouvier men prefer our ladies to wear their panties over the gusset of their pantyhose."

"It just looks better; neater, more aesthetic" he explained.

"Aesthetic?" I asked.

"Pleasing to the eye," he explained.

"Ok let's do that then," I said excitedly.

Grandpa's fingers trembled as he opened the package of Hanes sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and pulled them free of the cellophane packet. He flicked them out and a little cardboard insert fell out and fluttered to the floor. He stretched out the diaphanous garment carefully and then opened up the waistband and stretched it.

Grandpa got out of seat and knelt before me. I watched fascinated as grandpa carefully rolled up the legs of the nearly-nude pantyhose; he opened up the waistband and then lowered the pantyhose so that the waistband was just a couple of inches off the floor.

"Just step into them Mellie; one foot at a time and scrunch up your toes so your toenails don't make a runner. These hose are very sheer," he explained.

I stepped forward and placed one foot at a time into the carefully rolled up legs of the pantyhose.

Grandpa was almost panting now; his hands shaking visibly.

"Ok; here we go Mellie," he whispered excitedly.

He carefully eased the pantyhose up my legs until they bunched around my thighs; just under the hem of my skirt. They felt heavenly on my legs. They felt luxurious and sensual; I knew now why mother and grandpa liked to wear nylons.

Grandpa smoothed out the wrinkles in my hose easing the little crinkles over my knees and up my thighs. His hands felt hot and they shook as he spent quiet some time smoothing out the legs of my pantyhose.

"Mellie?" grandpa asked his voice hoarse.

"Would you mind if I took off my pants and shirt; just to make sure I don't catch anything on these beautiful sheer nylons and ruin them," he pleaded.

I knew that I was hearing the biggest crock of shit that I had ever been told since I found out that Santa was a fake! 'What the hell!' I thought; 'take every opportunity that life presents,' my mother always said. Especially when it came to men!

"Sure grandpa; that'll be an extra fifty," I said and stroked his cheek.

He didn't even argue; he took a fifty dollar bill out of his wallet and dropped it on top of the one-twenty I already had on the side table. Then he quickly shucked out of his pants and ripped off his shirt.

Grandpa's belly was big and hairy and his chest had titties bigger than mine. His penis poked out the front of his silk boxer shorts.

"Hold up your skirt Mellie so I can get these pantyhose all the way up," grandpa whispered.

I slowly eased the hem of my little pleated skirt all the way up to the top of my thighs and pulled it up around my waist. My bare pussy was exposed; the flesh at the tops of my thighs and my lower belly was snow white compared to my tanned legs and stomach.

Grandpa groaned.

"Jeez Mellie; you are so beautiful."

He caught a whiff of my perfume and the clean soapy small of my cleft.

"Ok here we go," grandpa said and began to smooth my pantyhose the rest of the way up my thighs.

He pulled the sheer-to-the-waist gusset up around my trim belly and stroked the sleek nylon panels with his fingertips. He eased his hands around the tops of my thighs and massaged my buttocks through the diaphanous nylon. The soft sensuous feel of the silky garment encasing my legs and buttocks electrified my senses. My pussy began to tingle and I gave out a little gasp.

"They feel nice don't they Mellie?" grandpa said, stroking my legs.

"Very nice grandpa and they look good too!" I giggled.

My long tanned legs looked longer, sleeker and more defined sheathed in the nearly-nude nylon. They were no longer the legs of a gangly teenager but those of a woman. I stroked my thighs and the front panel of the gusset of the pantyhose.

"Mmmmm........nice grandpa," I mewed.

"Now you know why Bouvier men like their ladies to wear hose," he said.

"Mellie? One more favour please?" he begged.

"What now grandpa?" I feigned impatience.

"I want to hug your legs a little; just give them a little kiss and a cuddle if you don't mind. Sort of the same as the panty-pops; I won't touch your bare pussy I promise," he beseeched me.

"I don't know grandpa; that sounds pretty naughty to me and I think mother might wanna know about it if you did," I teased.

"Another fifty?" he pleaded.

"Another hundred," I replied.

Grandpa didn't hesitate; he reached for his pants and took another hundred-dollar bill out of his wallet and tossed it on the pile of money on the side table next to his big chair. I had made a cool two hundred and seventy dollars and grandpa wasn't even going to touch my naked pussy. I felt so powerful; a teenage girl had one of the most powerful men in the state begging her to let him feel her up.

Grandpa bent over and kissed the top of my right foot. Gently, slowly, his lips travelled up my leg, while his hand ran over my other leg. I felt his lips on the smooth, silky nylon as his fingertips traced a line along my left leg. I saw his cock literally throbbing in his shorts. He took his time trailing his way up my legs. He rubbed the nylon against his face, his hands, and his chest.

His free hand released his cock from the confines of his boxer shorts; it looked swollen and angry; the bulbous tip was leaking beads of clear viscous fluid. As he moved up my body, I felt his cock rub against the nylon on my calf and he shivered. Rubbing his cock against the silky feel of nylon on my leg, his lips made their way towards my pussy. He could smell my perfume and the musty scent of my virginal mound and he breathed deeply.

Grandpa bought his lips to the seam that ran down my belly, across my bare pussy and continued along the crack of my ass. He began to lick at my cleft through my pantyhose, his cock moving along the nylon that covered my thighs.

I took his head in my hands and pulled his face out of my crotch.

"Grandpa! You said you wouldn't touch my pussy!" I whined.

"I said I wouldn't touch your bare pussy Mellie; now let me get what I paid you for!" he replied and buried his head back between my legs.

What grandpa was doing felt very nice actually; this was the first time that I had someone's face and lips on my pussy and now I knew why grandma and mother let men do this to them. It felt very exciting; the tingling sensations I had felt before were nothing compared to the little delightful sparks of pleasure that was igniting deep inside my quim. I decided to let grandpa continue; as long as I stayed a virgin, it didn't really matter what grandpa did to me anyway.

As grandpa's lips reached my pussy, I felt him suck on the panel that covered my pussy. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before and I held his head and rubbed my pussy against him.

I could see how aroused grandpa was getting at the feel of my pantyhose covered pussy being rubbed against his face. His cock was stabbing at my legs and it was throbbing so much that I thought it was going to explode. Reaching up, he spread my thighs wide and sucked the seam of the pantyhose between his lips; his tongue slid into my cleft and I felt as an intense pleasurable spark ignite a fire inside my pussy lips which flared and began to spread throughout my quim.

"Oh god grandpa; that feels so good! Please don't stop!" I moaned.

I felt grandpa wrap his arms around my thighs and hips, then felt him bury his face deeper into my pussy. I felt his tongue lapping at my quim and then probing the folds of my pussy. I moaned and cried out, and my legs quivered. Grandpa's cock was sliding up and down my nylon-clad leg and I could feel the heat emanating from his pulsing organ. I could also feel the wet trail of pre-seminal fluid that was soaking into the nylon. This was similar to what I felt on bottom when grandpa was giving me a panty-pop through my panties and I knew that soon he would soak my nylons with his spend.

I knew that the feel of my legs encased in the pantyhose was driving grandpa crazy and as I enjoyed his lips and tongue, I lifted the leg that grandpa was not humping let it caress his body. I could feel the heat of his body through the nylon, and the silkiness of the pantyhose on my sensitive skin added a heightened awareness for me.

"Oh god Mellie I'm is going to come!" he panted.

I knew what this meant but I didn't want him to do that yet. I needed to tease him some more and bring him further under my spell. I intended to milk him not only of his seed but also of his money.

With all my might I pushed his face from crotch and stepped away from him. The crotch of my pantyhose was soaked with his saliva and a silvery trail of pre-cum stained the nearly-nude nylon on my calf where he had been humping my leg.

"What? Please Mellie?" he begged me, his pulsing organ jutting out from under his fat hairy belly.

"You haven't finished dressing me yet grandpa!" I admonished him.

"You said you would show me how to dress in my uniform properly!" I tormented him.

"For fuck sake Mellie! Come on! You know what's going on here!" he demanded his face red and angry.

"Well after you finish dressing me I'll let you panty-pop me grandpa; wouldn't you like to panty-pop me while I'm wearing these sheer nearly-nude pantyhose?" I baited him.

"Oh god yes! Come here then," he gasped and reached out for me and pulled me close to him.

Grandpa was still kneeling in front of the big overstuffed chair and I stood before him with my skirt hiked up around my waist, still holding onto my pink nylon bikini panties. Grandpa snatched the panties and opened up the waistband for me to step into them.

I stepped into my panties without being told and then he began to slide my panties up my legs and the feel of the cool nylon panties against the lycra-nylon of my hose was absolutely exquisite. I shivered as grandpa pulled the tight panties up my thighs and then smoothed them out over my belly and buttocks.

"Mmmm that feels so nice grandpa," I whinnied.

"For me too Mellie! For me too!" he groaned.

Then he gently lifted one of my feet and kissed my toes and then put the shiny black Mary-Jane on my foot, crossing the little strap across the top of my foot and doing up the little button. He eased my foot back to the floor and then did the same with my other foot. I was now fully dressed.

"Oh Jesus Mellie you look amazing!" he gasped.

"Wait here a second!"

He rummaged in the little drawer of the side table and bought out a small digital camera.

"Some pictures just for me and you!" he smiled and got clumsily to his feet.

I posed for him; giving him demure shots of me balancing on one foot with the toe of the other foot resting on the floor while I sucked on a finger. The poses became progressively more daring until he had me standing in front of him holding up my skirt whilst blowing kisses at him. All the time his cock was hard and it wobbled as it stuck out from under his belly; a thin filament of clear fluid hung from the tip.

After a few minutes taking pictures I could see that grandpa was getting very excited again and I knew that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me for much longer. Also I had to admit, the fire in my pussy was going out and I wanted grandpa to ignite it again.

I sat down in the overstuffed chair and spread my legs, exposing the tight panties clinging to my pantyhose sheathed mound.

That was all it took! Grandpa snapped a couple of quick pictures and then tossed the camera on the table and knelt down between my legs.

I extended a leg and let my foot slide underneath him and rubbed his cock and scrotum with my foot, knowing the feel the silky nylon on his cock would drive him crazy. The good thing about my Mary-Jane's was that the top of my foot was uncovered by shoe leather and I could feel his scrotum and his penis on my flesh through the translucent nylon.

Grandpa leaned forward and once again buried his face in my crotch; he lapped at my cunny through my panties and hose. His tongue and lips went crazy against my slit. He was sucking and licking as he pulled my pussy onto his face. I felt his hips move, his cock slid back and forth along my foot, enjoying the feel of my pantyhose against his manhood.

"Oh this is so nice grandpa! Do you do this with grandma too?" I asked innocently, knowing full well that he not only did this with grandma but with my mother as well.

The randy old goat was having sex with three generations of Bouvier women!

"Never mind about me and grandma, Mellie; I want to kiss you a little bit while we play panty-pops," he said pulling his head out my lap.

"Oh I like it when you kiss me grandpa!" I squealed.

"Sure grandpa; go ahead. If I don't like it I'll let you know but you have sure earned your panty-pop today," I grinned.

I might as well get this over with now I thought. Grandpa had given me lots of money and I had let him do things to me that I had never let him do before. I knew that he would want to do this again and I was more than ready to oblige; so long as he was willing to pay of course!

Grandpa moved between my legs and I clenched my legs around his body, raking his flanks with my nyloned legs. He shook with pleasure and I looked up at him and smiled. I pulled on his arms, pulling him towards me. He moved up, his lips crushing mine. Then he forced my mouth open and put in his tongue. This was very different to the chaste kisses that grandpa normally gave me but he tasted nice and it felt quite pleasurable and I felt the little fire in my groin ignite again.

Grandpa did not need any further encouragement. He positioned his cock along the inside of my thigh and then pushed forward so that it slid inside the leg of my bikini panties and rested against the folds of my pussy. Panty-pops! But this time it was different! He was on top of me rather than me sitting his lap; and his cock was sliding along my cunny cleft instead of along the crease of my buttocks. It felt very nice!

With one thrust his cock slid into the folds of my cunt; only the translucent pantyhose prevented him from entering me. I scooted forward a bit so that his shaft nestled in the crease of my slit and for the first time I noticed that I was a little wet down there. Not just from grandpa's secretions but from my own juices.

I cried out at the feeling when for the first time ever, a cock slid across my hooded little clitoris. Oh this was so nice! So much better than when he panty-popped my bottom! I began to move back and forth against him and grandpa began to piston in and out the silky tunnel created by the material of my panties on the top of his shaft and satiny fabric of my pantyhose on the underside of it. He pressed the shaft down into the folds of my pussy, his hands sliding down to my hips, feeling my pantyhose sheathed ass and legs.

I held him close as he wrapped my legs around his waist, making sure I rubbed his legs and ass with my legs, letting him feel the softness of my pantyhose against his skin. Grandpa began to pump in and out of the lycra-nylon tunnel of panty and hose clad pussy faster and faster, the feel of my pantyhose against his body exciting him as he panted and gasped.

As grandpa panty-popped me I could feel the flimsy pantyhose material rubbing against my swollen pussy lips. With each thrust I could feel myself getting wetter as his glans rubbed against my clitty. I conjured up memories of him doing this to my mother and grandmother and I knew now why they let him. It felt so good! What had I been missing? But of course they let him put it inside them and I would definitely not be letting grandpa do that. Not for two hundred and seventy dollars! My virginity would cost him a lot more than that!
"Oh Mellie this feels so good and I know you like it too! I can feel you becoming wet down there!" he moaned.

"I'm going to make you very wet soon Mellie so get ready! Grandpa is going to come!"

I clung to him tightly, my hips moved with his as I felt the now familiar tingle begin to build. Grandpa grabbed my bottom, his fingers buried deep within my flesh; the layers of panty and pantyhose fabric slithering against each other. I was moving with grandpa, feeling my pussy being chafed by my gossamer pantyhose, but in a nice way.

"Oh Mellie! You little vixen I'm going to come!" grandpa howled.

Usually grandpa just grunted and moaned when he came against me; he had to keep quiet as there were always other people at the Big House; but this time we were alone and this panty-pop was so much different to the other ones. We used to pretend there was nothing really wrong with it when I sat in his lap and he bounced me up and down on his cock, until he came on the back or in the gusset of my panties; but this was as close to fucking as you could get without penetration. This was sex! This was incest!

Grandpa removed his hands from my legs and ass and groped my titties through my blouse and bra. I kept my legs around his waist and pulled him against me, our tongues entwined. The little fire in my pussy had spread to a raging inferno engulfing my body. I knew that I was about to experience my first orgasm and scrunched my bottom and lifted my crotch up hard against grandpa's thrusting cock.

A wave intense pleasure wracked my body and I began to shake; I drummed my heels against grandpa's back and raked his flanks and pulled my body hard against his as my pussy convulsed and my juices began to flow. I was coming and it felt absolutely heavenly.

"Oh Mellie I'm glad you like this as much as I do; I'm coming too honey," he gasped and then crushed my lips with his.

I felt his cock pulse and quiver and then streams of hot semen began to scald my little pussy. It soaked into my panties and hose but still it kept coming and I could feel it run down the cleft of pussy and down my ass crack.

Grandpa squeezed me so tight I couldn't breathe and I wriggled and writhed against him as we both came; I squeezed him between my thighs and pounded his back with my feet and still his cock quivered and convulsed against my tender pussy. The musky smell of spent semen filled the air.

Eventually both our orgasms began to subside and soon grandpa was lying in my arms; his cock slowly deflating against my bruised pussy. Grandpa was kissing me tenderly; little butterfly kisses on my lips, cheeks and eyelids.

"That was so nice Mellie; but you definitely can't tell anyone about it!" he said sombrely.

Now that his lust was sated he realised what he done was far more lecherous than our panty-pops. This was undeniable incest; this would send him to jail!

"Don't worry grandpa; this will be our special secret! I won't tell anyone; just like I never told anyone about our panty-pops when I sat in your lap all those times," I said.

"And maybe I might let you do it to me again sometime," I smiled ominously.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"Well you like it; and I like it; and mother said that as long as I keep my virginity I can explore my body. So maybe we could do it again," I smiled.

"For a fee," I added.

"Fucking Dee-Dee," he lamented.

"That's right grandpa; mother taught me well!" I smiled and wriggled out from underneath him.

My panties and hose were soaked with grandpa's come and my skirt and blouse were wrinkled. I straightened myself up as best I could.

"I better get showered and changed before mom and grandma come home; and I better not let Betty wash these clothes either, she might tell mother about them," I said.

"No way Mellie! You make sure you wash those clothes secretly and hide them where they won't be found," grandpa said nervously.

"Until we need them again?" I asked slyly.

"Jesus Mellie! I'll say it again; you are your mother's daughter."

"You bettcha!" I smiled and pocketed the cash from the side table.

I went over to the door, unlocked it and ran to my room; leaving grandpa to clean up the den and get dressed before Dee-Dee and grandma Jessica came home.

To Be Continued...