All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old.
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By half past nine the trio were set to leave for the mortuary to finalize Carla's disposition. Claude wore a blue pinpoint button collar dress shirt, open at the neck, below a wine cashmere V-neck pullover, with charcoal worsted slacks. his freshly polished black oxfords gave him a dressy look tempered by his casual zip-up navy Eddie Bauer windbreaker.
Sally wore the dark gray linen business suit she typically reserved for impressing out-of-town clients. Her cream silk blouse had a ruffled tie discretely gracing her full bust; announcing it, but without undue fanfare. She preferred nylons over panty hose and no observer could find fault with the meticulously straight seams on her well shaped legs as they disappeared into glossy black high heel pumps.
Nel had opted for the same outfit she wore for year yearbook senior class photo: A simple pleated navy flare skirt and a long sleeved, crew-neck, bulky white wool sweater with two wide vertical front cable knits, like ski runs across her prominent snowy peaks. Opaque white tights and black patent leather Mary Janes completed the visual ensemble. Only Nel knew about her hidden assets: a plunge front sheer beige demi-cup soft bra with matching lacy high-cut hipster panties and a cropped beige satin camisole. She had save up for ages for these. After buying them, she thought they were so naughty she had not had the gumption to wear them. That is, until today.
As they stepped out the front door, Claude suggested they take his Oldsmobile. Nel promptly yelled "Shotgun!"
Sally saw the long sleek classic 2-door coupe at the curb and answered "Age before beauty, hon', climb in the back, please."
"C'mon, Mom," Nel protested, "I don't want to sit back there by myself."
"Oh?" Rejoined her mother. "And you want me to sit where you would not? That seems selfish."
"Hey!" Interjected Claude, hoping to shut down the potential conflict, "The car is front-wheel drive with a split-back bench front seat, so there's no transmission hump and no console. How about if you, Nel, sit in the middle beside me?" he smiled persuasively at the combatants.
Sally tipped her head sideways and looked questioningly at her daughter. Inside, Nel was elated. "OMG, I feel tingly already!" she thought lasciviously. Outwardly, she shrugged, pouted her bottom lip and looked at her Mary Janes. "Well-l-l, OK, I guess that'll be alright... but I really wanted the window," she whined for good measure.
"Oh?" Replied Sally sincerely. "Well, I could sit next to your uncle, if you rather. Take the 'shotgun', it's OK."
Nel could not believe how this was backfiring on her. "Oh, NO, Mom!" she blurted in near panic. "You should have the leg room and the window. You're right, I was being selfish before. Uncle Claude's suggestion is the perfect solution."
"Only if you are sure," Sally summed up, "Then let's call it settled and get going. Thanks for being willing to compromise. I am so proud of you!" She gave Nel a kiss and moved down the driveway toward the street.
Nel beamed and mouthed a silent "Thank you" to Claude, then skipped after her mother. Claude remotely unlocked the Toronado for them and followed more slowly, congratulating himself on his diplomacy skills.
He slid in behind the wheel and Sally asked, "Where's the shoulder strap seat belt, Claude?"
"It hasn't got 'em, Sis," he said. This is a 1966 model and they aren't required." He chuckled, "You know... 50 years ago factory lap belts were 'advanced design' items... safety features for sales sizzle, not just there to comply with Big Brother."
He looked at Nel beside him and squeezed her left leg just above the knee. "You don't even have a lap belt, kiddo, so if it gets bumpy, I'll just stick my arm out, like this, to keep you from hitting the dash." He demonstrated the maneuver by lifting his hand from her leg and raising his right arm straight across her chest with a sudden jerk. His outstretched hand grabbed Sally's left bicep. Nel thrilled to her toes as his tricep mashed against her breasts. Sally also felt an oddly exciting jolt when his fingertips grazed the bulging side of her boob just before his strong grip seized her upper arm.
Just as quickly, Claude let go of Sally, reached forward and turned on the ignition. The big 425 cubic inch V-8 rumbled to life and its 385 horses began to whinny. Nel and Sally sat quietly, managing the disappointment of their lost physical contact with the chauffeur.
Nor was Claude unaware of the impact of his safety lesson. He already knew Nel was sexually primed and had calculated his squeeze would be welcomed, but he was still surprised to feel the sensuous warmth of her bosom along his arm through the combined layers of their clothes.
He had not intentionally raked Sally's tit with his fingers. That was happenstance, but what a happy circumstance it was. He saw her cheeks color and he, too, felt fleet sparks at the brief touch. Moreover, he was excited by the feel of her soft arm flesh in his grasp. "Help me Hannah!" he thought to himself, "I want to fuck the both!" His groin ached as his cock tried to show its agreement with the proposition.
Claude put the Olds in gear, looked across to his right, said, "Let's do it, shall we?" and pulled away from the curb.
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Carla had preplanned and prepaid her mortuary services and inurnment. Even so, it took nearly three hours to complete the finalization of all the arrangements. Back in the Toronado, Claude noticed the time was 12:40 p.m. "Geez!" He said, "No wonder my stomach's growling... we're five hours out from breakfast!" he thought abut Nel riding his leg and jacking him off, then added cryptically, "Those first calories of the day sure get burned up fast, don't you know?" Claude patted Nel's thigh, close to her hemline, and looked over at Sally. "How are you guys doing? Shall we find a restaurant for lunch?"
Nel covered his hand with hers, pushing it still higher on her leg and pressing his palm down at the same time. Claude's cock wiggled. "Great idea, unk, but no fast food, please," she answered.
Sally, facing the passenger window, was lost inside herself and said nothing. Nel dropped Claude's hand and touched her mother's shoulder. "Mom?" she prodded, "Do you want to eat lunch?"
Sally nodded and paused. Composing herself she faced forward in the cabin. Tear streaks were obvious, although she was not crying at the moment. "Yes. Some food first, but then I want to lie down." She spoke with a small voice in a dull monotone. "Can we find a restaurant with a dark corner?" she asked.
"A corner, sure," Claude replied, "But 'dark' at lunch might be tough..." his voice trailed off. "Like I know Denver restaurants... What am I, the Michelin Guide?" he grumbled silently, keeping a pleasant face.
Nel twisted herself 90 degrees to the left and put her right hand, blocked from Sally's view, flat on Claude's right inner thigh at the crease of his crotch. She wriggled her fingers, scratching his leg with her nails and tickling his balls with the backs of her knuckles. She was pleased to see his dick start to thicken alongside his left leg. At the same time, as if she had read his thoughts, Nel said, "I know a good place, unk."
Claude gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles and pointedly stared straight down the road. "Oh?" he croaked hoarsely, "Where's that, kiddo?"
"It's near... here," Nel replied slowly. Emboldened by his reaction and confident her mother was oblivious, she rotated her wrist and slid her palm on the leather upholstery under her uncle's scrotum. Her extended thumb lightly stroked his fast growing cock. "It's a pizza parlor where the kids go on Friday and Saturday night. There's a couple of dark booths and some of them make out in them." She curled her fingertips and scratched her nails on the back of his nuts. "Of course, I'VE never... done... anything... there." She emphasized each of her last three words with a tender squeeze. "But I know it is dark in the daytime, too, and I bet they don't have much of a mid-week late lunch crowd." She held his sack firmly in her cupped palm and poked at his dick's head with her thumb. "I like sausage and mushroom with lots of sauce. Can we get that?" She pulled her hand away and turned around to her mother. "Would you like pizza, Mom?"
Sally was nodding agreement when Claude exhaled a long breath and said, "OK, kiddo. Just tell me where to turn."
As Nel predicted, Gianni's Li'l Sicily Pizzeria was open and empty. One counterman, named 'Wally', according to the embroidery on his company shirt, was wiping glasses. They heard noises in the kitchen but saw no one else around.
"Hi, folks!" Wally called out as he stepped forward from the bar to the take-out order counter. "Here or to go?"
"Here, thanks," Claude answered, then turning to Nel, he said, "Take your mom and find us a nice spot. You want a Coke?"
Nel shook her head. "Root beer. A pitcher... C'mon, Mom, this way." She led Sally by the hand as far to the rear of the restaurant as possible. True to her assessment, the single red glass-covered table candle only served to keep the selected settee from being pitch dark. A neon Coors beer sign on a wall 10 feet away provided the only other ambient light for the nook. Nel and Sally felt for the Naugahyde seat edges with their hands and slid around to the center of the half-circle cornered booth.
Nel huddled next to her distraught mother and soothed her as she started sniffling again. "I'm sorry," Sally said, appreciative of Nel's arm around her waist, "That meeting made me upset again as I thought about the finality of it all."
