Family Comfort Ch. 09

Taking her time, Sally recapped the day's events, leaving out none of the details or reactions of either Dr. Wilson or Nel. Claude listened without interruption, idly stroking her hip, bottom, or thigh but always demonstrating rapt attention on his face. When, at last, Sally wound down and all had been shared, he brought his right hand up, laid it soft upon her cheek, rubbing his thumb lightly over her lips and across her chin. "Great news, Baby," he said in a husky whisper, "just great." Leaning forward he kissed her sweetly, then more warmly. Opening his mouth, he kissed her passionately, lowering his hand from her face to her uppermost left breast. He squeezed her through her slip and brassiere.

Sally moaned, moving her left arm over Claude's waist and scratching at his back with her fingernails. She chewed on his lips, squirming her bottom until their thighs were parallel and touching from groin to knee. Sally thrilled in her cunt to feel Claude's cock swell beneath her and she pulled him close as her flexing fingers increased their pressure on his broad back.

Claude groaned and split Sally's legs with his right knee, driving it upward until his patella was flush against her pussy, with only her cotton/poly blend panties guarding her grotto against further intrusion. Sally raised her thigh, increasing his access, and ground her hips on the hard knob covering her cunt. "Uunnhh, ummmm, uhhnnn," she murmured, feeling her juices flow and her stomach knot up.

Claude pushed Sally over onto her back and slid himself down her body, clamping both hands to her tits through her slip and bra. When his head was below the hem of her slip he dove under. His cheeks grazed both her nylon-clad thighs as he wedged his face higher, following her redolent sexual scent to its source. Even under the shadow of her satin tent Claude saw the telltale splotching of Sally's lubricants on the crotch panel of her briefs. Her sensitized waiting twat gaped behind the soaked cloth.

Claude ran his nose from bottom to top. Sally dropped her hands and held his head tight to her. Using his teeth and tongue he worked the left leg seam of her underwear to the center of her crease and stretched it until it was on the right side of her open, quivering, quim. He pressed his mouth hard against her and slid his tongue along the groove, ever widening it, until her clit was captured with his lips and his cleft chin jutted against the opening to her tunnel.

"AYYI AYYI AYYEEEE" Sally squealed with pleasure as Claude's intense scrutiny brought her to climax. She tugged on his ears beneath the soft satin of her slip and humped her ass into his face uncontrollably. Claude continued to crush and maul her aching breasts under her bra as she rolled her head from side to side, moaning and panting, until her tumult ebbed.

When Sally was motionless once more, Claude extricated himself and slid back along her body, covering her supine form with his full length. He kissed her and she cared not that his mouth was sloppy with her own fluids mixed with his saliva. She licked his lips, sucked his tongue and pulled his head harder to her mouth.

Breaking the kiss at last, Sally gasped, "Oh my God, Claude! Oh my God!" She laughed and brushed her fingers through his hair. "How am I going to make it for 48 hours until I can have you the way I NEED you?"

"Yeah, I don't know, Baby," Claude said huskily, "That's a toughie... Of course, you could change your mind and not mind if I put a bun in your oven." He chuckled. "I sure wouldn't mind, I already told you that."

Sally balled up a fist and hit him hard on his back, not making a dent in his powerful muscles. "You are a beast, Daddy!" she giggled, "But I have another idea..."

"Oh?" Inquired Claude, raising up and looking at his lover.

"Music lessons," answered Sally.

"Huh? I'm not getting it, I guess," Claude admitted.

"When Nel was 13, she wanted to take piano. We were broke. I was working two jobs at the time, and I put her off," Sally explained, "By the time I could afford the piano and teacher, she was into computer games and whatnot, so I never gave her any music lessons."

"Yeah, so...?" Claude followed not at all.

"Well, I told you... she SAW us on the bed this morning... What if, instead of piano, YOU gave her 'ORGAN lessons' and taught her what sex was about? Wouldn't that be better than her experimenting with little high school creeps and maybe getting into some predicament or other?"

Claude could not believe his ears. "Are you seriously suggesting I fuck your daughter? My granddaughter?" He asked bluntly to make sure the question was open and above board.

Sally considered this explicit statement for a moment. "Yes," she answered, "That's exactly what I'm suggesting." She smiled and rubbed Claude's shoulders. "She's not repulsive, is she? And how, exactly, is it different from the idea of fucking your sister and your daughter?"

Claude had to admit he was stumped by that one.