I was nearly twenty one and there were no humans included in this story under the age of twenty one except the two babies that were born during the writing of the story.
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It was Friday afternoon and daddy was out of state until late on Saturday evening. I probably wouldn't see him until Sunday morning. My brother and sister were staying with neighbor friends all weekend too, so I had the house to myself with Agnes, my maternal grandmother. She was sixty four and she had come to live with us while my mother was still alive. After mother passed away, daddy agreed to let Agnes remain with our family under one condition. That condition was she not get intoxicated. We had seen enough of that when her daughter was living.
I think another reason daddy said it was alright for Agnes to stay with us was that he was being given a monthly subsidy by grandma's four brothers so they knew where she was and that she was being taken care of. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them because there was more going on than they would ever know. There might have also been one more reason and that was that I think daddy was fucking the old bitch. I had caught her more than once coming upstairs very early in the mornings right after daddy had headed for the office. She was always dressed in a waltz length nightgown wearing lovely full fashioned stockings. I presume she was also wearing a garter girdle or garter belt to keep her stockings up.I never knew whether she was wearing panties or Directoire Knickers under her gown. I couldn't see an outline under her gown so I never really knew. When she got to the top of the stairs she just went right into the bathroom which was the first thing you came to. A couple of times I just stood outside the bathroom door and listened for the sound of her piss hitting the water in the stool. I was never disappointed.
When I came in the house about three o'clock I saw grandma sitting in her easy chair. She hadn't gotten dressed during the day and was still in her very sheer light blue nightgown. I could clearly see through it since she hadn't bothered putting a dress on. She wore a black cut out bra which enabled her very long nipples to protrude out the front of it. She was also wearing her black open bottom garter girdle with eight long straps that were holding up sheer black nylon stockings that were high up on her thighs. In addition she had put on her sheerest black nylon Directoire Knickers that came down her thigh to cover the tops of her stockings. She was also wearing one inch leather heeled shoes.
As I came into the house, she made an effort to get out of the chair but couldn't stand up. I said "Hello. How are you doing today?" She gave me a quizzical look like 'what are you talking about' and then sat back down. It was then I could see she had violated the one rule she was to abide by and that was to not get drunk.
Agnes mumbled "I gotta pee or I'm going to pee in the chair." I said "I'll help you get to the chamber pot but we're going to take those fucking knickers off of you first. Then if you start pissing on the way, you won't get them all wet. Do you understand Agnes?"
Agnes nodded her head "Yes" and I moved over in front of her and helped her stand up. I pulled up her nightgown and told her to hold it while I grabbed the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to her ankles. However, before I pulled them down I put my hand in the crotch of them and, as I suspected, found they were saturated. I told her to step out of her shoes and as she did so I deftly pulled her knickers off of her feet and kept them in my hand. She put her shoes back on and I gently guided her into the stairway where the chamber pot was sitting and I helped her sit down on it.
To say she had to piss would be an understatement. She no sooner sat down with her legs spread wide open then I heard the all too familiar hissing sound followed by the splashing of her piss going into the pot. As I stood in front of her she looked at me as if wondering what was going on. I couldn't imagine where she had gotten her beer or whiskey because we had ours locked up and she had no key and every bar and liquor store in our small town had been told they were not sell her any. After about two minutes I could hear the stream begin to subside and then she was finished. There was no tissue so she simply left her gray haired cunt all wet and I helped her to get up again. As she did so she continued dribbling pee and it ran out of her cunt and down her thighs getting the tops of her stockings wet. She didn't even know she was still pissing she was so drunk. I wondered what had happened to all the pubic hair on her belly since she didn't show any until I saw it at the cleft of her slit. Someone must be shaving her belly I concluded.
I thought this was the perfect time to get her up to her bedroom so I turned her so she was facing the steps and proceeded to lead her up to her bedroom. As we went up the steps I noticed for the first time that the crotch of her knickers had several of her gray pubic hairs stuck to it. I wondered if she had leaked pee in the crotch and then as I looked at the crotch I saw it wasn't pee at all but remnants of someone's semen. In spite of her being fucking drunk, the seams on her black nylons were nice and straight and they had no runners in them. She was still dribbling piss as she climbed the stairs. I finally got her to the top and since we were facing the bathroom, I just guided her into it and sat her down on the toilet. As I did so, I could still hear the tinkling sound of her pee hitting the water in the stool. She must not have even known she had not finished pissing.
I unhooked her stockings from her garters and peeled them down her legs. For the first time I noticed she had apparently not shaved her legs for quite some time as there was massive gray hair on her thighs and legs clear to her ankles. I got her stockings off her legs and hung them on a towel bar. I was curious about the hair on her pits so I raised one arm up over her head and sure enough, there was a lush growth of pit hair too. Obviously if she was fucking daddy, then daddy had told her to stop shaving her legs and pits. I took a washcloth and rinsed it in hot water and put soap on it. "Agnes, I said, spread your legs so I can wash your wet piss smelling cunt." She spread and I began washing her cunt, lathering it up pretty good. I noticed she had no pubic hair on her belly until you got to the cleft of her cunt lips. Then there was a forest of gray hair. Obviously someone, namely daddy, was shaving her belly but not her cunt.
I rinsed out the washcloth and rinsed off her cunt, then dried her with a towel. "Now, let's get you into your bedroom and into bed." I said.
"You have been very naughty and I should tell daddy about it, but if you are good to me this weekend I won't say anything to him about this. Do you understand?"
Agnes mumbled a "Yes" and nodded her head. I told her she needed a nap but I wanted to know where the booze had come from.
"Well Frank came, uh Frank came over today, and he had a little bottle and we had a few drinks out of it." she said. Frank was my deceased mothers beer drinking lover. She loved him because of his long uncut cock and the fact that he drank beer with her. I couldn't believe that Agnes was sucking or fucking Frank, but if he brought booze to her she would do about anything for it.
"So Frank missed not being able to stop by and have Margaret here to service him, is that it?" I asked. "He thought if he brought along a bottle of whiskey he could probably get you to fuck him, is that correct?" I asked. "So did you fuck him this afternoon?" I asked.
"No. I took his uncut prick in my mouth and sucked him till he got hard, then I pulled his foreskin back and sucked his cock until he shot his semen in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, then I took another shot of whiskey and swallowed the rest of it," she said.
"Then, how did all this semen get inside the crotch of your knickers?" I asked. I showed her the damp spot in the crotch and I thought she was going to cry.
