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.
