Loving Nanny Mary.
The story so far;
Martin rescued Anne from a torrential summer downpour. She was soaked, even her panties were wet, she'd told him. He offered her a clean towel and the use of his clean rugby shirt. She climbed into the back of his Transit van and stripped, naked. She seduced him, took his, long past its sell-by-date, virginity and over the next two weeks taught him to fuck and please a girl. She then introduced him to her Mother, also named Anne. He called her Anne-too and was happy to meet the sexual appetite of both beautiful women. Shortly after this his Aunt then his Mother seduced him. They, in turn, sent him to his cousin Sally, who was waiting naked in the bath for his arrival. They had strict instructions to report to the farm, where the two Anne's lived, by nine pm.
When Martin and Sally arrived Martin found that all of the women that had seduced him and he had subsequently fucked, regularly, were waiting for him. His Mother explained that although he had thought he had been screwing lots of different, unconnected, for the most part, women he had actually been having sex with his sisters, or more accurately, half-sisters. That everyone in the room, including himself, had the same Father AND that the man he'd thought was his Father AND that which he'd thought was his Uncle and Sally's Father, were his half-brothers. His Father had had a harem of five beautiful women. He had made them each pregnant a few times and their subsequent daughters.
Martin was expected to assist his other Brothers, the actuality of half-anythings being totally ignored within the family, in servicing the females in the family and, if he was 'up to it' take over as the family cock and produce the next generation.
In order to prove himself 'up to it' Martin was required to satisfy the five women of his Father's harem and produce a child with one of the younger family females.
This is part 12 of an ongoing story. If you have not read the preceding chapters then this might not make a great deal of sense on its own.
Loving Nanny Mary
"You two go up and get comfy, I'll be up directly."
If you'd had your eyes closed it would have been simple to imagine a kindly Grandmother just putting the finishing touches to the tea tray prior to taking it to her guests. Open your eyes and you'd have an entirely different picture. Nanny Ruth was naked. From the top of her silver blonde hair to her red, high, fuck me heels, was skin, soft, smooth, glowing, inviting, sensuous flesh. She wore the satisfied smile of one who had been very recently fisted by her lover and fucked... by her Grandson.
The two who were going up to 'get comfy' were her lover, the woman who, until recently, I believed to be my paternal Grandmother and myself, her Grandson. And where were we going 'up' to? Her bedroom...
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The bed was large, very large with three sets of double pillows. Mary shooed me into the middle of the bed where I placed the pillows against the headboard and sat up. Mary sat beside me, adjusting her own pillows and instructing me to rearrange Ruth's. I put my arm around her shoulders. She rested her head on my chest and her hand on my cock.
"Ruth's told me how she met Bob Martins, would mind me asking how you met him?" I asked tentatively.
"She sold him some knickers!" came the voice of Ruth from the doorway, "tell him Mary, it'll give him an idea of the impact Bob had on us girls."
I reluctantly moved my arm and Mary sat up, took the cup of tea from Ruth and paused, gathering her thoughts.
"Ruth's right," she started, "I sold knickers. I worked in a lingerie shop in Guildford..."
"Guildford? But that's..."
"Miles away? I know but that's where I worked for two little old ladies who'd had the business for years, long before the war. Their clientele were mostly older ladies, like themselves and they wanted to attract the younger ladies who were mostly buying their undergarments from mail-order catalogues. I was engaged to attract the younger ladies and or their boyfriends or husbands... or both," she added with a devilish grin.
"I was good at it! My standard lines were simple, 'what would you like your man to see you wearing, however briefly?' or 'what would you like your lady friend to be taking off?' naughty but nice, I thought. Anyway one sunny morning this little white sports car pulled up right outside the shop. The chap climbed out. He caught my eye immediately, devilishly good looking, wide shoulders. He came straight into the shop, no hesitation, nothing. Bold as brass. Back then men would try to sidle in, hoping nobody would see them but not this chap. Straight in, no messing.
'Morning ladies!' he said as he pushed the door to.
He looked at the two old ladies and headed straight for me. His blue eyes sparkled. He didn't quite lick his lips but I knew his head was undressing me. I stood up straight and pulled my shoulders back. He smiled and I melted there and then and made my panties wet.
"Good morning Sir," I said politely, "How may I help you today?"
"Panties," he said without batting an eyelid, "my girlfriend lost hers when we were on a picnic and I'd like to replace them."
"May I ask how she came to loose them, Sir?" I whispered cheekily.
He leaned in towards me conspiratorially,
"I hid them in my pocket" he said quite unabashed.
"I see, Sir and what style of panties would you like to hide in your pocket next time?"
"Ohhh, you know, small, frilly, lacy, that sort of thing?"
I asked him to wait a moment and went out to the stock room returning with one pair of every small, frilly, lacy, that sort of thing, that we had in stock and laid them out on the counter for his perusal. He looked at them for quite a while. Picking them up, checking how soft or rough they felt.
He explained that he didn't want anything too harsh in case it made her uncomfortable. At length he just stood up and looked me straight in the eye. I could have melted. He had the look of a pirate, dangerous, exciting, rude! I liked rude men. Men that knew what they wanted and asked straight out rather than waste time pussyfooting about.
"What style do you wear?" he asked directly, then smiled a winning smile.
I flicked through the panties on the counter, by then there were in complete disarray having been picked up and examined a number of times.
"I'm currently wearing a pair of these, at the moment Sir," I said holding up a pair of small panties so that he could see the shape, size and how transparent they were, "what size is your girlfriend?"
He stepped back and looked at me. Again I felt his eyes stripping me. I wet my panties some more.
"Would you mind stepping out from behind the counter, so I can get some form of comparison, please?"
