Alexa left with the books and photo's, happy for these wonderful memories. She wondered about the comfy chair though. Grandmother had acquired the comfy chair some years after grandfather's death. She had never remarried, always remembering grandfather with sorrow. She had exhibited a rather strong, even strange possessiveness over that comfy chair. Well, that made her leaving it to Alexa that much more special. The lawyer told her he'd have it delivered to Alexa's house that very day. No extra charge, he had always respected Alexa's grandmother and grandfather he said.
By the time Alexa came home the delivery men were waiting for her, with the comfy chair. She opened the door and showed them where to put it. It would look okay she thought, nothing special but it had been grandmother's, she wanted to remember grandmother when she sat in it. She tipped the men, something her own children would never have done. Alexa felt they deserved it, they had waited for her and been kind enough to place the chair just as instructed. With the moving men gone Alexa inspected grandmother's old comfy chair.
The chair was BIG, it threatened to engulf anyone that sat in it with cushions and fabric. There was just something odd about the comfy chair thought Alexa. It's color was a satiny brown, what type of fabric was it coated in? It had hand rests on each side, something Alexa found practical. She reached out stroking the fabric of the chair. It was smooth, soft, very inviting.
The funeral had tired her, she decided to go to bed early. She thought she'd get her nightie on, have a nice cup of tea while watching the early news, then get some sleep. She put the water onto boil and changed into her night gown. The water wasn't ready yet, so turning on the news, she sat in grandmother's comfy chair. That's when she found out why grandmother REALLY liked this chair.
Turning the television on, she set the remote to the side. As she sat in the chair it seemed incredibly soft. Alexa found herself sinking in a sea of soft cushions, and satiny cloth, Soft, so very soft. Instead of remaining sitting she found herself lying down, which was impossible as the chair didn't recline she thought with a start. It was as if she were being drawn into the chair itself, into a cloth womb. she felt soft vibrations all over her body as she continued to sink, fall into a world of cushiony darkness. She started to scream then stopped as something silky brushed her lips, massaging, tickling, smoothing her lips as if to kiss them.
She was totally inside the chair, which was of course impossible. The space she was in was dark, warm but roomy. Her back rested on a undulating, massaging mass of soft comfort. The massaging became a total experience as the space shrank, conforming to her body. She found her legs drifting apart, relaxing, her arms likewise relaxed and spread apart. The massaging took on an erotic tone, teasing, tickling, then soothing. She could swear that tiny silken fingers were softly caressing her vagina's lips, tiny tongues were licking her labia, and one tongue licking, playing with her clitoris. At the same time something soft and furry or was it feathery, was entering and withdrawing from her vaginal hole, vibrating as it did so.
Alexa had never known such pleasure, and it was only intensifying. Tiny silken, feathery and furry fingers were caressing her breasts, teasing her areola's. Tiny mouths sucking on her nipples in the most pleasing manner. Firm yet soft appendages massaging up and down her buttocks while a soft tickling thing went in and out of her anus. The term multiple orgasms had a whole new meaning! If God were listening, he was probably most interested in the praise he was suddenly and repeatily getting. After her umpteenth orgasm something seemed to suddenly cleanse her with quick licks and she was deposited gently outside the the dark womb of pleasure, to find herself sitting in the comfy chair. Breathing heavily, quivering with sensation she heard the television droning as the tea kettle shrilly whistled.
Still quivering she manage to get up and turn the kettle off. She decided she would sleep very well without the tea this evening. She turned the television off and looked at the comfy chair. It looked very much like a nice cushiony, satin finish comfy chair. No sign of anything abnormal in the chair. Alexa was still shivering from the incredible sensations, her night gown was a mess. She knew now exactly why grandmother was so very possessive of her comfy chair. Reaching out with a hand she stroked the back of the comfy chair, "good chair" she said with a smile.
As she turned the lights out and went to bed she decided if her grandchildren came out better then their parents she would leave them something more then money. To her grandson she would leave Lester's prize possessions and photo's and to her grand daughter, some choice books, photo's and THE COMFY chair. With a joyous sigh she fell easily to sleep that night, and every night after with help of the comfy chair.