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.
