Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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Nandini and Pankaj Sharma, both in their early forties were natives of the beautiful city of Indore. Their marriage was arranged by their respective heads of the families when Pankaj was 24 and Nandini was 22 and it was a rollercoaster ride for them till the initial few years of marriage. Pankaj’s business wasnt going on that well and within 15 months of their marriage, Nandini gave birth to their son, Akash. The expenses were on the rise and Pankaj was the only earning member in the house since in those days it was like a sin to have the wife to work and earn money. She was expected to take care of the household chores, and that was what was expected of Nandini too. Then Pankaj decided to move to Mumbai, the land of opportunities, as they say. He started his business in Mumbai and his life turned upside down. His business propelled and suddenly the average middle class family became an affluent family living in Mumbai.
It been 20 years since their marriage. Pankaj and Nandini were living in a bungalow, along with their 18 year old son, Akash in the suburbs of Bandra, their home overlooking the sea. Even though they were very rich now, some things remained the same. They didnt hire any help for their daily chores, Nandini still preferred to do the household chores. It was a Sunday morning and as usual Nandini was taking care of the household chores. Nandini placed the laundry basket on her hip and started up the stairs from the basement. It had been a long day already, and she was pleased that this final chore was nearly finished. It only remained to deliver the piles of folded clothes to her son Akash’s room, and then take rest in the master bedroom.

As she passed the open door of her husband Pankaj’s study room, she could see him peering at a spreadsheet on his desktop. She smiled to herself exasperatedly. She had told him it was probably time for him to get reading glasses. Many of his friends had already done so, being in their early forties, but he was so proud of his appearance that he hated to give in.

Still, she knew that he had reason to be somewhat vain. She loved the way his hair framed his long thin face, and his intense eyes never failed to give her shivers deep down, where it counted. She went on by, knowing not to disturb him when he was at his most concentrated. He was never short with her, but she knew she wouldn't get anything out of him more than grunts.

Akash was much the same as his father, she mused as she started to climb the stairs to the second floor. Intense, handsome, the eighteen-year-old had an almost natural ability to concentrate on something that fascinated him. The young mother thought lovingly of her only offspring. He had turned into a really wonderful human being. Not to say that he hadn't had his rough patches; who doesn't, in those difficult teenaged years? But now he had become a genuine, polite, thoughtful person. It was true that he seemed to have some difficulty with getting dates for some reason, but she felt sure he would get over that in time.

Nandini paused on the landing to push her hair back behind an ear. She loved the way her hair looked, and took great care of it. 

Preoccupied with these thoughts, she walked down the second floor hallway to Akash’s room. The door was closed, and as was the custom in the Sharma household, she politely knocked. Not hearing an answer, she knocked again, a little louder, and then turned the doorknob.

The sight that met her eyes burned like a sunflash onto the backs of her eyes. In fact, in later years, she was astonished at how readily she was able to recall even the slightest details of the scene. The room was dark except for the light that emanated from the computer monitor. Akash was sitting in front of the screen with headphones on, from which she could hear a driving beat. His chair hid most of him from her, but his broad shoulders, bare, stuck above the top of the chair. His head was looking intently at the screen, in a strange parody of his father's position one floor down. His right hand was in his lap and seemed to be moving back and forth.

And then the picture on the screen forced its way into her consciousness: there were pictures of Kareena Kapoor in a slutty half sleeves blouse and a thin saree which exposed her navel and cleavage enough to enjoy the view of her breasts popping out, and next to that was Kareena’s mophed picture where she was kneeling on her hands and knees, her behind towards the camera, her face looking back towards the photographer with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She was only wearing the briefest of panties, merely a string down the valley between her buttocks. And in fact, as could be expected, there was no pretense of covering her various charms. Her anus winked out a deeper pink than the pale skin of the rest of her bottom, and the beginning of her labia could be seen peeking around the little pouch of the g-string. She had her hand next to those pouting lips, one finger slipping underneath the fabric of the panties to tease around her sex. 

With a gasp, Nandini dropped the laundry basket. In the same instant, Akash, sensing the change in the light guiltily grabbed his boxers and pulled them up his legs, vainly attempting to stuff his erection back into concealment. He looked, terribly embarrassed, over his shoulder, and seeing his mother's horrified expression, whipped around and closed the internet browser. He wanted to shrink into a tiny ball.

"Mo-ooo-ommm," he whined, sounding miserably like an immature brat. He heard her grab the basket and slam the door behind her. 'Oh, shit,' the teenager thought, 'why in God's name did that have to happen to me?' His erection had subsided enough, so that he was able to get his boxers the rest of the way up. He got up and lay in his bed, feeling more ashamed than the time he accidentally knocked his Dad's antique pipe collection off of the mantelpiece.

Outside, her heart pounding, his mother leaned against the wall, one hand pressed against her mouth. She knew that nothing could prepare you for the moment you discovered for sure that your child was not only grown, but in fact a member of the sexual human race. In fact, she had known that he had been masturbating for years, because Pankaj had told her.

In fact, the Sharma household was open about a lot of things. Akash had been encouraged to approach either parent with any questions he had about sex or about girls, and he had taken advantage of that trust to discuss things with his mother, his father, or both, that many parents never had the good fortune to be able to clear up with their children. 

That being said, the Sharmas took their privacy very seriously, and parents and son had not seen each other in the nude for years. Nandini still recalled with a pang the moment that Akash had said with intense dignity as a nine year old that he could bathe himself perfectly well, thank you very much. And it had been years before that that she had had to take him to the restroom for the last time. Sure, there were times at the swimming pool, or the beach, where more than the usual amount of skin was seen, but it had never been overlaid with a sense of sexuality.

And now, Nandini Sharma was astonished to realize, the sight of those manly shoulders, broad from his competitive swimming, even in the peculiar light of the computer monitor, had caused a familiar rush of warmth to her center. With an impatient shake of her long hair, she forced her thoughts away from that disturbing reaction, and taking a hold of herself, decided to start separating the laundry in her room.

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"Pankaj, you'll never guess what I saw this evening."

Nandini and her husband were getting ready for bed that night. He was in his pajama bottoms, washing his face, while she sat on the toilet clipping her toenails. She had on a cream blouse and a brown saree. She usually preferred to sleep in her saree. Her hair was falling in front of her face as she bent forward over her left foot.

Pankaj felt a surge of happiness at the fact of this lovely woman in the bathroom with him. It never failed to astonish him that she was spending her life with him. He considered himself to be, on the whole, an average guy. True, he had done well with his business. And yet, when he looked at himself in the mirror, what was there to even remark on? He knew for sure that there had been men far more attractive than he who had been courting Nandini at the same time. And yet she had picked him.

Even now, twenty years after their marriage, she was a beautiful woman. Leaning over her foot, he could see the slim curvature of her hips as the distance between her blouse and petticoat was ample.Also she had worn her saree in such a way revealing most of her navel. She had lost nothing in that time, despite carrying a baby.

"Mmm?"

Nandini looked up at him in the mirror.

"I accidentally walked in on our son, jerking off," she said. He realized that, despite the joky tone of voice, she was upset about something. He raised his eyebrows at her.

"What did you do?"

"Oh, honey, I don't know," she replied, looking back at her foot, but with the toenail clipper unremembered in her hand. "I think I kind of panicked, really."

"Nandini, you didn't yell at him?"

"No, no, no," she shook her head. "No, I just kind of hightailed it out of there."

"Have you apologized to him?"

Nandini looked up at her husband, immediately understanding what she had failed to comprehend up until now. Her son, her wonderful son. What would he be thinking? How would he take her silent withdrawal?

"Uh, no, not really," she murmured, tears prickling in her eyes.

"Oh, honey," Pankaj said, and she could hear the disappointment in his deep voice. "You've got to go to him and make this right. You can't let him be scarred by this."
Pankaj and Nandini by these years had understood the way of life in the city. Their interaction with other affluent parents made them realise that, their kids are bound to watch porn and there is no way they could stop them. But they cold gain their kids confidence by making them understand that they arent wrong porn or masturbating, its just a way of releasing sexual tension building up in the body.

Thoughts whirled in her head. She had been so preoccupied with her own reactions that she had overlooked how cowardly she had been. She was the adult. She was the one who had to be mature and make things right.

"You're right, of course," she said. "I'll go to him right now." She stood up, and went to kiss her thoughtful husband, who affectionately hugged her. She loved the strong feel of his arms around her, and took courage from his unquestioning support. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and walked out of the bathroom.

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Akash had been lying in bed, trying to read. For the last hour, he had been running over the awful scene in his mind, desperately attempting to guess what his mother's expression had meant. Was she angry? That would be all right, really. Much better than disgusted, which was what he really thought she was. He sighed in frustration, realizing he had just read the same paragraph four times over and still had no idea what it said. He had just put the book down when he heard the soft knock at the door.

"Akash?" It was his mother's soft voice outside. Akash looked around to make sure there was nothing embarrassing lying about.

"Uh, yeah, Mom?"

"Can I come in?"

His heart pounding, he made sure the covers were over his lower body, and then answered in the affirmative.

The door opened and his mother came and stood inside the frame, the light from the hallway outlining her form. His heart, which had been racing, seemed to stop short in an instant when he realized she had not dbangd her saree properly. The pallu of the saree was almost coming off her shoulder and her navel was also visible. It was quite unintentional of Nandini, but it was the eyes of an 18 year old boy watching her.

He had been aware, of course, that his mother was attractive. In fact, many of his friends had commented on it.

"She's stone-cold, dude," Sagar had said after cricket practice when they were being picked up. Akash had punched him hard in the arm.

"That's my Mom, man. Not cool."

"Yeah, whatever, Akash. Just saying, y'know?"

And he had known. It wasn't like he used her in his jerk-off fantasies. No, instead, it was like she was the standard against which he measured other girls. And now, with the light behind her, he realized that in fact she was hotter than any girl he knew in college. Which was crazy, because how could she be when she was like twice their age?

Still, he couldn't help but stare at her slim form, the sweet curve of her hips. And with greater shock, he realized that he was getting a hard-on looking at her.

'Oh, crap,' he thought, 'just what I need. I don't need her to get further disgusted by me.' He couldn't make out her expression because of the backlighting, so he looked away, desperately trying to think of anything else.



Nandini, in her turn, looked at her son, sitting up against the headboard, the covers around his waist. His trim torso was bare again, his shoulders so broad, the muscles so proudly gained. The light from the hallway fell across him, and the hair around his navel that pointed downward glinted. Her eyes were drawn down, inexorably towards his groin, but that area lay in shadows. She pulled herself together and looked up at him just as he glanced away in obvious embarrassment. Her heart tore at the sight of his uncertainty.



"Akash, honey," she ventured softly. "We need to talk."



She didn't sound angry or disgusted. But Akash still felt unsure so he just nodded.



"About what happened earlier," she went on, uncertain in her own right.



"I- I'm sorry, Mom," her son whispered. And with that, her paralysis was broken and she rushed over to the bed to sit down next to him.



"Oh, Akash," she said sorrowfully, "you've got nothing to feel bad about. It's me who should be sorry, not you."



Akash looked up at that. Now in the light from the hall, he could see her expression, the regret in her eyes. Those gorgeous eyes that he had never really noticed before, their startling almond shape. With her hair untied, he could see the vulnerable hollow between her collarbone and her neck. Nothing had ever seemed as sexy to him as that space.



"So, you're not like mad at me or something?"



"Honey, no," she insisted, laying her hand on his leg. The warmth of him jolted her through the thin linens. His thigh felt so strong, so powerful beneath her fingertips. "What you were doing, what you were choosing to do in the privacy of your own room is your business and yours alone."



"But I thought from the way you reacted that maybe you were..."



"What, Akash?" As she urged him to go on, she leaned in slightly, and he found himself looking at her cleavage,which was now visible as the pallu of her saree had fallen away from her shoulder. The shadows of the top of her breasts and the valley between was suddenly fascinating. In fact, the entire shape of her breasts against the soft cotton blouse was entrancing. The two soft mounds were enticingly encased by her blouse, and every curve was neatly delineated.



"Disgusted with me," he whispered, dragging his eyes away from her chest.


"Oh, sweetie," she sighed, rubbing his leg unconsciously with her hand. "I thought you knew that we have no problem with you, uh, touching yourself. Everybody does it, didn't you know?" There was a pause, during which Nandini found herself suddenly aware how high up his leg her hand had ventured. She looked at it in wonder as if to ask how she could have found herself with her hand mere inches away from her son's groin. The proximity caused yet another surge of warmth in her own sex, akin to the one she had experienced earlier that night. Was he wearing anything under those covers?

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She forced herself to pull back, but it seemed like her hand was unwilling even as it slid back down Akash' leg. In fact, she was sliding it back up again, masquerading as a gentle soothing caress. Was she hoping to discover that he was nude beneath the sheet? The thought made her feel warm all over, and to her disgust, she felt the soft cotton blouse rasping across what were unmistakably erect nipples. 

Akash had felt her hand on his leg distantly as he struggled to formulate the question that was burning in his mind. Finally, he jerked his head up to look at her again. She seemed as confused as he did, which was a comfort. His eyes fell once again to her breasts, but this time the smooth contours were interrupted by the outlines of her hard nipples, unconcealed by the thin cotton. The unexpected sight sent confusion through his mind, and his cock twitched beneath the sheets. He looked up once again to find his mother looking directly into his eyes.

"No, Mom," he screwed up his courage to say, "I wasn't worried that you might find my, uh, activity disgusting. I know everybody jerks off." He was sorry he had used the coarser expression, because her eyes widened. "No, instead I thought that you might find what I was looking at disgusting."

Nandini found herself transfixed by her son's intense gaze. It was so similar to his father's look when he was making love to her, that directness, the deep soulful look that stole her heart clear away. And at the same time, she found herself excited at the nearness, the intimacy she had suddenly discovered with her son. She shifted on the bed, an itch between her legs demanding to be satisfied.

"Well, I'll admit, Akash, that it was a shock to see that so out of the blue. I don't know that I understand why you would choose to look at something so..." She trailed off, at a loss for a word that would describe the picture without seeming condemning.

"Awww, Mom," Akash said. "You know, it's just a thing to look at."

"Does that sort of picture, uh, turn you on?" Akash couldn't believe she had just asked that question. How can you go about having a conversation with your mother about what makes you hot? He felt hot all over.

"Y-yeah, I guess so," he stammered. His mother looked at him inscrutably.

"Show it to me again," she finally said. He stared at her. "So I can understand," she went on impatiently.

"O-okay," he said, pulling the covers down so he could get out of the bed.

Nandini was in turmoil. She had no idea where she was going with this. It had surprised even her when she had come out with the suggestion. Her thoughts flashed to Pankaj in the other room, but she pushed that aside. This wasn't inappropriate. She was trying to work through this problem she shared with her son. Still, as Akash pulled down the covers, she found herself looking down at his lap to see if he was excited. But there was no evidence of arousal in his boxers. She stood up with him.

For a second, there was that awkward dance where two people both try to get out of the way in the same direction as each other. The tall teenaged boy and the pretty young mother, both scantily clad, first moved left, and then right before they both giggled. The tension seemed to ease, and Akash took his mother by the shoulders and moved her to the left so that he could slip past her to the computer. Nandini loved the feel of his strong hands on her shoulders, and the composure with which he moved her again kindled that warm feeling within her.

Akash settled himself in front of the computer, astonished at what he was about to share with his Mom, but at the same time kind of excited that she was going to see how grown-up he was. He opened the browser and his fingers typed out the website automatically. In fact, it was one of his favorites because he could see thumbnails of gorgeous girls in (and out of) skimpy bathing suits for free. Sure, you could pay to get inside and see what would surely be much more outrageous pictures, but who needed that when so much was available without paying?

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Nandini leaned over the back of the chair, her hands on her son's shoulders. She still hadnt noticed her pallu was off her shoulder. She couldn't help but gasp slightly as the website opened on the monitor in front of her. The sexy little intake of breath was right next to Akash's ear, and he thrilled at the sound. He moved the mouse down to a picture of Kareena kapoor in a slutty half sleeves blouse and a thin saree he had been jerking off to before and next to that pic was Kareena’s morphed nude picture.

"I think this was the one I was looking at when you... uh, came in before," he said. Nandini nodded, then realized that her movement would not be seen by her son.

"Th- that's right," she murmured. She was a little lost in the moment, her hands on her son's surprisingly muscular frame. She unconsciously rubbed those shoulders. How had her little boy grown so much? Her eyes were locked on the screen as Akash clicked on the thumbnail. Another set of thumbs opened up, showing four sample sets of pictures featuring morphed pictures of Kareena.

"You seem to be a big fan of Kareena," she giggled, nervously.

"Yeah, Mom," Akash replied, his voice amused as well. "I think she is very hot."

A sudden image arose in Akash's mind: his mother in a ludicrously tiny bikini, smiling at him like Kareena’s morphed picture on the website. His cock twitched in his boxers and steadily began to harden. He shifted in the chair, suddenly uncomfortable. He glanced surreptitiously up at his mother's face, but she was looking at the monitor, not at him.
"Which series was the one you were using?"

The question slipped out of her mouth, unthought, unprepared, as so much seemed to be tonight. The acknowledgement of the purpose of these pictures hung in the air. Trying to be reassuring, Nandini leaned into her son's back, slipping her arm around his neck and giving him a warm hug.

Akash felt his head being pulled back into his mother's chest, and then the feeling of her soft breast against the back of his head. 'Oh, crap,' he thought, as his cock, now at full attention, throbbed at the feel of that sweet yielding flesh against him. He dropped his left hand into his lap to try and cover the massive erection. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure his mother would be able to hear it. Glancing quickly down, he realized that his lap was completely in the dark. There was no way she would be able to tell that he had a boner.

Unaware of her effect on her son, Nandini watched with her breath caught as the pictures unfurled across the screen. She was unconscious of the fact that her nipple, still hard, was pressed into the side of her son's head. She leaned slightly forward again as Akash clicked on the first thumb. 
"This wasn't the one I saw," Nandini breathed. Akash turned slightly, and felt his mother's nipple drag across his cheek. Instinctively, as though he were burned, he jerked away, staring at the breast inches away from him.

"Akash?" She looked down at him, and saw how close she was. Gathering herself, she pulled back slightly. She knew she wasn't being inappropriate. She just had to get control over herself. Her hand slipped down the front of her son, coming to rest on his strong left pec. The confused mother knew that she loved the closeness she seemed to be discovering with her son, and disregarded the heat that seemed to be emanating from between her legs. It was only natural, she reassured herself. The pictures were pretty sexy, after all.

"N-no, I guess not." He fumbled with the mouse, then managed to pull up the picture from earlier. He heard his mother gasp again as the shot from behind Kareena filled the screen once more. His cock pulsed again at the sound, and he couldn't help but grasp it with his left hand through his boxers. It felt so sweet to hold it, to squeeze it. His brain was beyond thinking at the moment.

Nandini herself had to push her thighs together at the sight of the nubile girl on her hands and knees. Her fingers rubbed caressingly on her son's chest.

"What is it that you like about this picture?"

Akash stared, lost. His hand on his cock paused in its squeezing. He shook his head, as if to clear the mist from in front of his eyes. His mother's hand on his chest felt so gentle, so loving. He couldn't believe he was looking at a picture like this with his Mom, let alone the fact that he was covertly jerking off while she was dbangd over his back.

"Uh, that you can see, like, everything?"

"Everything what?" Her voice sounded sultry, breathy, close to his ear.

"Mo-ooom," he whined, frustrated, unsure of what she wanted.

"You can say anything you need to, Akash," she reassured him. Her pussy felt on fire, but she refused to acknowledge her sexual arousal. That would make this wrong, and it wasn't wrong. It was merely helping her son out.

"You can see her thing," he whispered. She chuckled quietly, and ruffled the hair on his head. He had never felt so much like a little boy.

"C'mon, kiddo, don't you know anything else to call it?"

"Her p-pussy," he blurted, amazed at his brazenness.

"That's better," she smiled, and kissed the top of his head. Once again he felt the pressure of her breast against him, but this time, he stayed where he was. She seemed unaware of the intimate contact. "What else?"

"Her asshole," he went on, encouraged. "I like the way it's hidden but you can still see it. It makes it so much hotter, y'know?"

"If you say so, Akash," Nandini replied. She was caught up in the delight of being admitted to her son's secrets, her suppressed arousal lending an addictive edge to the conversation. Without realizing it, she swayed back and forth, allowing her hard nipple to rub against her son's hair. "Does that part of a woman's body turn you on?"

"Yeah, I guess it does," Akash panted, his hand now moving up and down his shaft under the desk. "Is that weird?"

"Not at all, sweetie," his mother replied, her thighs now rubbing back and forth, trying to create extra pressure against her own hot pussy. "Your Dad likes it, too."

Akash's mind whirled at the admission, relieved to know that he was normal, like his father. But also, he was granted a further vision of his mother showing her ass to his Dad. He knew she had a gorgeous one from what he had seen. His cock slipped out of the slit in the front of his boxers, and he sighed as his hand gripped it skin to skin. The head felt enormous, and he spread the pre-cum that was pouring out around his girth.

"I also like the look on her face," he went on, "that look that like tells you that she wants to be fucked."

Nandini shuddered at the sound of that illicit word emanating from her boy's mouth. 'Oh, God,' she thought, 'I need to get back to Pankaj so that he can fuck me...' She was amazed to realize that her panties were sodden between her legs, and she blinked several times.

"Okay, Akash," she said, patting him on the chest. "I think I'm beginning to understand why you wanted to look at these pictures when you were 'taking care of business,' so to speak." She stood up, and noticed his left hand movements under the desk. "I'm going to leave you to it," she went on wryly. "Enjoy yourself, honey."

Akash's mind was in overload. She knew! She knew what he was doing, and it didn't even seem to bother her! He heard the door click closed behind her. His eyes were still looking at the picture on the screen, but all he could see was his mother's face, that amazing body. His cock felt gigantic in his hand as it exploded, his hot cum splashing off the underside of his desk with such force that he was quickly soaked. And as he came down from the amazing orgasm, he recalled the feel of her breast against his cheek, and sighed in wonder.

Pankaj was reading as his wife came into the bedroom.

"How did it go, honey?"

"Oh, Pankaj, I need you so much."

He looked up and saw his beautiful wife. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed. He took in her hard nipples and the damp spot on the front of her panties. 'Holy shit,' he thought. 'What the fuck just happened?'

Nandini slid off her pallu from her shoulders, undid her petticoat and removed her panties and jumped on him. 'Well,' he thought, 'whatever it was, I know I like the result!' His cock was hard in a second and buried inside of his wife's steaming pussy. She rode him for all she was worth, bucking through what seemed like endless orgasms, until finally he turned her over and started thrusting into her with a passion he never knew he had in him. And when he finally strained deep inside her, cramming every inch of her with his steel erection, and his cum jetted against the furthest walls of her inside, a stray thought passed through him.

'I hope she goes and talks to Akash more often...'

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The golden pink rays of the morning sun fell across Nandini and Pankaj Sharma's bed. Nandini opened her eyes, blinking dreamily, feeling that marvelous relaxed feeling of waking up after having been well fucked the night before. A sense of well-being suffused her, warm as the sunlight on her quilt. She looked lovingly at her husband, still asleep next to her, the covers half off of his back. How satisfying last night had been in so many ways.

She was sure that she had truly helped her son, Akash. She remembered how horrible she had felt when she had thought that she might have done some irreparable damage to his confidence. And all because she hadn't had the foresight when she stumbled on him jerking off to condone his activities. Well, she had made up for that, no doubt.

And then, to have the supreme satisfaction of passionate love-making with her wonderful husband. It all came together to make her feel how fortunate she was, how blessed, to have this family. She sighed, happily arching her back in a stretch, before getting up and putting her feet into her soft slippers. Confused for a second at her lack of clothing, she recalled how she had disrobed the night before with an amused grin. She grabbed a short robe and put it on over her nakedness before venturing downstairs to get the coffee going.

In his room, Akash twisted and turned in his sheets, sweaty and uncomfortable. He had awoken early from a confused dream and had been unable to get back to sleep. Were his memories of last night real? Could he have actually looked at those pictures with his mother? Was it really possible that he had jerked himself off with her right next to him?

If she hadn't been disgusted by what had happened earlier in the evening, how could she help but be disgusted now? The confused and deeply ashamed boy stared up at the ceiling. He was convinced that his mother must think of him as some kind of depraved pervert. And after she had come back to try and help him!

Pankaj Sharma blinked as the alarm shrilled on his bedside table. Stretching luxuriously, he contemplated the blue sky showing through the window. A smile played across his lips as he recalled the hot sex he had enjoyed the night before. God, but his wife had been like a cat in heat, throwing herself on him with a passion he had not experienced in years. He wondered briefly what it was that had brought her to such a state, but part of his mind urged him not to examine it too closely. Be thankful, it whispered slyly. You haven't had it so good in years. And he nodded to himself as he got up to get ready for another day at the office.

By lunchtime, Nandini no longer felt so pleased with everything. Although Pankaj seemed normal and happy when he left for work, giving her a warm kiss and a squeeze of her butt through her robe, Akash had seemed even worse than before. His reaction on seeing her was to blush, turn away and scamper out the door. Despite everything, he was further from her than he had been before she went to visit him last night.

The young woman was definitely confused. She had thought that the two of them had established a level of shared intimacy that was rare among parents and children. Had she not been understanding? Had she not even tried to encourage him in his activities of self-pleasuring?

She had managed to get her hair appointment, and was in the mall after having her bangs trimmed. Walking down the main drag with a bottle of water, her eye was caught by a lingerie store. Without thinking, the pretty mother strolled into the shop. As she browsed among the intimate clothing, her mind returned to the pictures she had looked at last night with her son.

Despite herself, she had to admit that Kareena had looked hot in the skimpy outfit. Would she be able to wear stuff like that? She suspected that she had the body for it, although she had never had the opportunity to compare herself against Kareena. Unconsciously, she drifted towards the table with the g-strings.

She held one up in front of her. There was hardly anything to it, and the coverage seemed impossibly small. She wondered whether she had the guts to wear one of these. At the same time, she thought about how aroused Akash had been by seeing Kareena wear one. Her mind was awhirl, and she felt warm.

"Can I help you with anything?"

The perky voice belonged to an equally perky appearing young saleswoman. Nandini looked at her blankly for a second.

"Uh... I was just looking..."

"These are one of our bestsellers, ma'am," the girl went on, as if Nandini hadn't spoken. She took the one that she had picked up from her hands. "There really isn't another panty like it to make you feel really sexy, y'know?"

"People actually wear these?" Nandini couldn't believe she had blurted this. She sounded so naïve.

"Of course," giggled the girl, who was really very pretty. "I love them, myself. See?" And she hooked a finger into her pants and pulled up a string above the waistband. "Mmmm. Sorry!" But she looked anything but sorry, as she saucily stared at the older woman, and then released the string from her finger. Nandini blinked several times in shock, then coughed and turned back to the display. She was suddenly conscious that her nipples were hard and pushing out against her bra. She had to get away from this girl before she made a complete fool of herself.

"I'll take eight."

"Sure! What size?"

"Small, I think," Nandini blushed.

"I would have guessed x-tra small," the girl said with a wink, and then expertly sifted through the piles selecting different colors and styles. She led the way to the cash register, and within moments Nandini was outside the store holding the lingerie store. Despite her blushing, unconsciously she was thinking how much Akash liked seeing women in underwear just like the ones in the bag.

[Givemeextra]

Akash Sharma was having a difficult day at college. He couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. He was distracted by the memory of his mother's breast against his cheek, or the sound of her sexy laugh as she left his room last night. This morning had been no help, because when he came downstairs to get some breakfast, she was in the kitchen, dressed in a short thin cotton robe which hugged her every curve.

In fact, the first thing he had seen was her ass, barely covered by the robe, sticking out towards him, as she leaned over the counter reading the paper and sipping her coffee. He had stood there transfixed by the sight until she stood up and looked at him, smiling happily. It was at that moment that he realized that he had a steel-hard erection, and he hightailed it out of there before she could realize how perverted he was.

Now, even surrounded by the pretty college girls, even those girls who had starred in his fantasies every night up to now; now Akash found himself unable to see beauty in any girl. They none of them stacked up against his mother.

"Hi, Akash," trilled Divya Singhal. She was a year behind him, and on the volleyball squad. She leaned up against the locker next to his. She cocked one long leg, her pleated skirt rising up over the muscles of her thigh. With one finger, she twirled her long hair. A few feet away, a knot of other girls giggled together, watching.

In the past, this would have been the cue for Akash to blush, stammer, and completely ruin any chance of meaningful conversation with the hot volleyball player. In fact, this was the sole reason for Divya's approach. It had been a game among her and her friends to see how much they could unsettle the young man. Even though he was pretty cute, in a kind of nerdy way, the girl mused.

But instead, surprisingly, he turned to face her without his usual shyness.

"Hi, Divya," he replied, without the typical tremor in his voice. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing," the girl replied. If he wasn't going to rise to the bait, she would have to apply more pressure. After all, she had friends watching. Trailing a finger up her front, she toyed with a button on her blouse between her full breasts. "Hot today, isn't it?"

"I guess," said Akash, turning his attention back to his books. He hadn't really noticed Divya's maneuver as his mind was still taken up with the picture of his mother leaning over the counter. It was amazing, he realized, that her robe had not slipped up and over her ass, considering how short it was.

His lack of reaction caused Divya's mouth to drop open. That trick always worked, she thought. How could he resist staring? She would have to really turn up the heat. She undid the button and pulled the top of her blouse further apart.

"What are you doing Friday night?"

Akash turned back to her. The way her blouse had gaped open, he could see the lacy strap of her bra over the upper swell of her breast, her tan skin soft and golden. Yesterday, he would have died for such a view. But his mind was still miles away.

"Why?"

Either Akash Sharma was an idiot, or he was a much cooler kid than she had given him credit for. Either way, she was intrigued and wanted to find out more about him.

"What does a girl have to do to get a guy to ask her for a date," she whispered, staring at him with sultry blue eyes.

Akash blinked twice. For the first time that day, his mind slipped off of the image of his mother and refocused on the teen beauty in front of him. Realizing that he was on the brink of something huge, he took all of his courage in his hands. After all, the girl had quite the reputation as the hottest and wildest girl in college. He remembered the stories that surrounded her eighteenth birthday party last month. Of course, he had not been invited. Well, maybe this would make up for it.

"Oh. Is that all? Sure, Divya, you wanna go out with me Friday?" He hoped his tone was as insouciant as he had planned.

"See you at 6:30, my place." She turned and skipped back to her friends, who surrounded her, with much giggling and whispering.

Nandini Sharma had put the bag in her closet without even looking inside. She was not sure that she wanted to know what she had bought. Certainly part of her wanted to try a pair on, but she was scared of what her reaction might be.

She was preparing dinner in the kitchen when she heard her son get home from college. He didn't even stop to say hi, but went right up to his room. She heard the door slam, shaking the whole house. She sighed. It seemed there were still problems that she would have to address. But for the time being, she would let him have some space. Maybe tonight...

Diner was a subdued affair, as each member of the Sharma family was wrapped up in their own thoughts. Akash was thinking about Divya, and about his date with her on Friday night. He had spent the afternoon in his room, staring at his homework, but really worrying about how he was going to manage to stay cool when he was out with one of the hottest girls in the college. He wasn't even sure that he had anything he could talk about with her. Did they have anything in common at all?

Nandini was observing her son, who was clearly obsessing over something. She was worried that it had to do with their conversation the night before. He was not even looking at her. Was he still ashamed over those pictures he was looking at? How could she get him to relax about it?

Pankaj Sharma looked at his wife and his son. He had no idea what was going on. Usually dinner was a talkative affair in his house. But tonight, Nandini looked worried and Akash looked upset. He resolved to talk to Nandini later, but he had a bunch of work he had to take care of before tomorrow.

After dinner, each person went off to their own parts of the house. Pankaj was quickly lost in his work, spreadsheets and data occupying all of his conscious thought. Akash, meanwhile, finished his homework half-heartedly, then dove into a computer game, trying to free his mind. Nandini watched some stupid comedy, then took a long hot bath, still wondering how she was going to get Akash to accept that it was all right to look at whatever he wanted to.

Later, Pankaj wrapped up his work and came upstairs to find Nandini lying on the bed in a bathrobe. Although she had a magazine in her hands, she was clearly not paying any attention to it, as her gaze was off in the distance.

"What's on your mind, Nandini?"

"Oh, Pankaj. I think Akash is still confused about me barging in on him."

"Are you sure?" Pankaj was surprised. He had thought the issue had been resolved the night before. "He certainly seemed preoccupied at dinner."

"I think he's still worried that I think he's disgusting or perverted, or something."

"Do you want me to talk to him?" He wasn't sure how he would go about talking to his son about this. This was a little beyond the old 'birds and bees.'

"No, no. I think it has to be me who talks to him," Nandini replied earnestly. "I'm just not sure how to convince him that I don't mind what he does in the privacy of his own room."

"Well, maybe you have to show him that you're not uptight yourself. After all, we've looked at some pictures together in the past." Pankaj was astonished at what he had said. Was he encouraging something here? But she seemed so sincere in her confusion, so desperate to help their son. Surely nothing too untoward could come of it.

Nandini thought about what her husband had said. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was her fault. After all, she was always so careful about what she wore or about what she said, especially around their son. And had he ever seen them more than politely affectionate with each other? Maybe he had gotten the idea that because his parents were so proper, he wasn't allowed to express his own needs.

"I think perhaps you're right," she said thoughtfully, then came to a decision. She stood up and went to the dresser, where she hunted around and then pulled out a white lacy baby-doll negligee. Pankaj watched her, slightly horrified. Was she really going to wear that? Nandini pulled out the lingerie store bag and found a matching g-string to go with the lingerie. With a shrug of her shoulders, she let the bathrobe fall to the ground. Underneath, she only had a pair of white cotton panties on. These she skimmed off her hips and stepped out of.

Once again, Pankaj was in awe of his wife's beauty. Such sweet curves, such smooth skin. She slipped into the baby-doll, pulling it down over her head. With an economy of motion born of practice, she settled each breast inside of its cup. The hem of the negligee reached perhaps an inch or two below the bottom curves of her ass. Now she held up the g-string, apparently assuring herself that the string was in the back, before daintily stepping into it.

As she pulled the string up and over her ass, Nandini felt it slip sinfully between the cheeks. She tugged lightly at the string, feeling it settle against her anus, rubbing wickedly against the tender skin there. Running a fingernail under the front panel, she situated it as best as possible over her pubic mound. With delight she noted how well it cupped her pussy, the sheer material holding her like a small hand. Unfortunately, the panel was not quite large enough to cover all of her pubic hair, but she figured that in dim light and with the lacy baby-doll covering her, there would be no way for anyone (Akash, her inner voice whispered) to see that.

As she turned to face him, Pankaj gasped in astonishment. His wife was transformed into a siren. She wasn’t wearing the usual saree but had covered herself with a very thin lingerie. Even Pankaj got the rarest of rare opportunities to see her in those lingerie. He got lost in his thoughts for a second and remembered their 5th anniversary when he had gifted her that negligee. He had hoped that it would help spice up their sex life, but Nandini wouldn’t wear those often. Suddenly his mind tricked and snapped out from his thoughts and looked at Nandini. The straps of the baby-doll left much of each breast uncovered, with only a slight lacy cup covering the bottom third. At least the nipple was not in plain sight, he realized, although he wondered how obvious it would be if they were fully aroused. And the front of the gown came up in the middle of the front, revealing a peek at the tiny g-string lewdly outlining her sex. What had he done?

"I think this will show him that I'm not uptight, don't you think?" A saucy smile on her lips, Nandini laughed to herself at her husband's gawking. "Don't you worry, Mister. I'm coming back afterwards, and then you can unwrap me!"

[Givemeextra]

Akash was sitting in bed, his thoughts on Divya Singhal. The girl was so beautiful, he couldn't believe that he was going on a date with her. That long straight hair, the deep sea-blue eyes, her full lips, usually quirked in a superior smile, the heart-shaped face. Not to mention, of course, the killer body, always displayed to advantage in the sexiest clothes allowable under college rules.

The worst of it was, he had no idea why she had taken the sudden interest in him. Was it just a more elaborate way of yanking his chain? Was he going to show up at her house on Friday and be greeted by a group of jeering teenaged girls?

Or, even more frightening, was she for real?

While he was lost in thought, he heard a knock at his door.

"Akash, can I come in?"

His heart skipped a beat as he suddenly remembered the events of last night. He could hardly believe that it had been only twenty-four hours since his mother had stood behind him while he (he thought) secretly jerked off under the desk. What did she want now?

"Uh, yeah, come on in."

Nandini opened the door, and saw Akash again in the bed, in much the same position as he had been the night before. Once more her heart went out to him. He seemed so vulnerable, so confused. She had to make things right.

If Akash' heart had skipped a beat before, it actually stopped for a second at the sight of his mother in the door. My God, he thought, is she actually wearing what I think she's wearing?

Once again, she was backlit, so he couldn't see her face that well, but the outline of her lithe body shone right through the lacy baby-doll she was wearing. With one hand on the doorframe, she stood on her tiptoes.

"Akash, we need to talk again," she said, sounding a little anxious.

"Uh, sure, Mom," Akash answered. He thought maybe his eyes might pop out of his head as she came across the room and into the light. The skimpy negligee hid next to nothing. Her breasts (he couldn't think of them as tits, it was his mother, after all) swayed provocatively under the white lace of the baby-doll's cups. Her long slim legs were entirely uncovered, and his eyes swept inexorably up their length to where they disappeared under the lacy hem. As she walked, the front slipped back and forth, giving him glimpses of the junction of her thighs where the shadows hid whatever she was wearing underneath.

"Listen, honey," she began, standing next to the bed, looking down at him, "about last night..." Her heart was beating fast, and she fought the urge to put her hands protectively in front of her crotch. She had no idea how much he could see, and it made her uncomfortable, but she controlled herself, holding her hands together behind her back. Tonight was to make Akash understand that everybody had sexual thoughts and desires.

"Uh, Mom, I can explain," Akash began. He was trying to look anywhere but between her legs or at her chest. It wasn't easy, and she certainly wasn't making it any easier as she stood there bouncing on her toes. He felt himself blushing, and he looked down at where his hands were twisting the sheet.



"No, Akash, you don't have to explain anything," his mother broke in. He stole a glance up at her, and saw her smiling nervously. His eyes raked down her body again, taking in the firm breasts, standing with little support, down to that gap in her baby-doll. As she bounced, the light would flick in, and he suddenly saw the little pouch holding her sex. He felt sick as a rush of blood poured into his groin. He knew there was little that would hold him back from getting an erection. And all that protected his embarrassment from his mother was a thin sheet and his boxers. Why couldn't he have worn something tighter tonight?



"What do you mean?" His glance had felt as physical as a caress down her body. She bit her lip as she felt that familiar warmth in her groin. She didn't notice the movement under the sheet that would have belied her son's arousal, caught up as she was in her own.

"This has all been my fault," she said, smiling tentatively. "I think I've been giving you the wrong impression."



"How's that?" Akash felt miserable. He couldn't interpret any of this. What did she mean?



"Look at me, honey." Her heart was flapping like a hummingbird at this point. Was she really inviting her son to examine her in this sexy outfit? He reluctantly lifted his head to look at her, and with the force of those sexy eyes, she felt her nipples hardening under the lacy nothing. She wondered if he would be able to see them, and part of her hoped that he could.



"Do you see me?" Akash nodded. How could he fail to see her? In fact, there were the nubs of her nipples pushing out. Twice in two nights he was afforded the sight of his mother's hard tips under almost no coverage. Was she trying to kill him? But the picture of her, so wholesome, so sexy, so forbidden, was more than his cock could handle, and he leaned forward to hide the tent that had formed in his lap.


"It's okay to look at sexy things, sweetie," she went on, barely aware of what she was saying. She had never felt so on the edge before, as she stood before her son, displaying herself for his appreciation. But he still seemed unsure. "I like to look at sexy things also. It's just that people don't like to admit that women enjoy that stuff also." In fact, she was looking at something sexy right now. His youthful body, coiled in tension on the bed was like a caged beast.

He sat there, looking at her, his eyes bouncing between her face and lower. She reached out a hand and put it on his shoulder, which pulled the baby-doll a little higher on her body. Immediately his gaze shot to that place between her legs, the scrap of fabric of the g-string completely exposed. He gasped as he saw her punic hairs escaping over the top of the panties. Had he been a little more experienced, he might have realized that the panties were damp as well. 



In fact there was a slight whiff of excitement in the air, emanating from her poorly hidden pussy, but both mother and son were unaware. As she touched him, a jolt of excitement passed down her body, and she shuddered slightly. A little spasm had passed through her sex. She was becoming addicted to the feeling of scary eroticism. Akash felt the same excitement, but was confused by it. How could he feel this way about his mother? But his hard cock was quickly taking over.



"Uh, would you like to..." His courage faltered.



"Like what?" Her voice was a little shaky. He glanced down. "It's okay, Akash," she whispered. "Whatever you want..."



"Like to look at more with me?" He couldn't stand to look at her in case she rejected him.



"Of course," she replied excitedly. "I would like nothing more, honey." He looked up now, surprised, happy, and her heart bounded at the happiness on his face. But then his face fell as he realized that so much open space stood between him and the computer, and his cock would be too obvious.



"Y-you've got to turn around, Mom," he faltered. She giggled and spun around. With the movement the hem of the baby-doll flipped up. Her ass was momentarily exposed to him, and he gasped at the glimpsed perfection of it, the two cheeks completely uncovered, the little string nestled between them. His cock jerked as a pulse of pre-cum leaked out. He pulled the sheet aside and hopped to the computer chair. With her back still to him, he arranged himself so that his shaft stuck out of his boxers.


"Okay, Mom," he said, and she spun around again, to stand behind the chair. She leaned over his shoulder again, resting against the back of his head. She hugged him lightly from behind, her arms on his naked chest again. She craved the feel of his young muscles, and she caressed lightly over them. The boy closed his eyes as he felt her firm breasts again against his head. He leaned back into them unconsciously.

[Givemeextra]

In seconds he had another website of bikini girls up on the screen. Together the mother and son looked at pictures of sweet young things in skimpy bathing suits. Akash furtively stroked his cock under the desk. Nandini was at first unaware of his activity, caught up as she was in looking at the beautiful women.

"What do you like about this one?" They were looking at a girl in a slingshot style bikini. The straps were barely large enough to cover her nipples, and the patch covering her pubic mound came only high enough to keep her labia out of sight. In fact, there was a suggestion of the beginning of her cleft at the top. Her long blonde hair framed her pretty face.

"Uh," he gasped, "I like the way her boobs stick out all around the top." Nandini glanced down and saw his hand moving in his lap. She grinned, leaning forward a little more. She felt the side of her own breast pushing into his cheek, and left it there naughtily. She pulled one hand from his chest and slipped it down over her panties, pushing in against her swollen lips.

"C'mon, honey," she murmured, "'boobs' is such a silly word..."

Akash turned slightly and felt her slip across his cheek. With a start, he felt the hardness of her nipple against the corner of his lips. It burned through the lace, hot against his sensitive mouth. His cock jerked in his hand, a fresh stream of pre-cum erupting over his hand. He held still, as he spasmed involuntarily in his grasp. He was loving this feeling and didn't want it to end too soon.

"Would you rather I said 'tits'?" He felt so bold saying the word to his mother, but the situation seemed to call for it. The pretty mother shook as she felt the vibrations of his speaking in her breast, and pressed harder on her clit.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "That seems more like it, Akash. Let's see the next picture!"

He clicked on the forward arrow, and the next picture loaded up. In this one, the blonde was sitting down with her legs spread wide, the thong of the slingshot slipped to one side of her completely shaved pussy. One nipple had escaped the capture of the swimsuit as well. The two gasped together. Akash' hand had started again, now making slick sounds with its movement on his cock. He kept his face turned slightly, enjoying the feeling of his mother's nipple on his mouth. He wanted to reach out and lick it or nip it with his lips, but didn't dare take that step.

"Ohhh," the aroused woman sighed as her finger circled her hard clit through the little g-string which was completely soaked by this point. "What turns you on in this picture?"

"She's so fucking into it, Mom," he cried, his mounting excitement causing him to throw all caution to the wind.

"How can you tell, honey?"

"The way her pussy is so wide open... and her nips are sooo hard." This said almost directly into her tit. She pushed against him, and felt her lace-clad nipple push between his lips, but still he refrained from any active move.

"Do you like it that she has no hair down there?"

"Oh God, Mom," he moaned. "It's pretty damned sexy, yeah. But I prefer it when women keep a little hair on their pussy." His hand was moving quickly on his cock now, his other hand holding his balls. The situation was so wild, he was panting.

"Yeah, honey? How much hair?" The mother was equally out of control here, one finger now inside of her, wetly slipping in and out of her steaming pussy.

"I like seeing the lips, so there should be no hair there, right?"

"Uh-huh." She was hanging on his every word. He had such strong opinions. She loved his confidence.

"And then there should be just a small patch of hair above, just so you know she's really a woman, y'know?"

Every word caused his lips to move around her nipple. She had never felt such constant thrills from her breasts before this. It was like there was a direct electrical connection between her nipple and her cunt. 'Cunt.' She liked the sound of that.

"So you like to see her cunt clearly, huh?"

The shock of that word coming from his mother's mouth caused Akash to jet over the edge into orgasm. With spasms throughout his body, the cum surged up his cock and splashed wetly against the desk. With each jerk, Nandini felt him push against her, until the chair slipped back and the last rope of jism shot from his cock. With a splat the white liquid landed across his abdomen and chest, one drop landing square on the back of his mother's hand. It was like a drop of burning lead on her sensitive skin. She held her son through his forceful orgasm, soothing him with caresses on his chest.

He felt completely drained, and oddly pleased with himself. He barely felt her withdraw her hand from his chest and her breast from the side of his face. With a kiss on the top his head, she stepped away.

"That was lovely, sweetie," she whispered as she stepped out.

Outside the room, she closed the door, then leaned shaking against the wall. She regarded the drop of white cum on her hand. Slowly, inevitably, she brought her hand up to her mouth. She put the other hand inside her panties and swirled a finger around her clit as her tongue reached out and lapped up the still hot fluid. Savoring the mildly bitter flavor on her tongue she shuddered in a silent orgasm.

Taking a deep breath, she turned and went back to her bedroom and her waiting husband.

Pankaj had sat in the bedroom, trying not to think about how he had sent his lovely wife into their son's room wearing a skimpy outfit. He tried not to imagine what the two might be getting up to down the hall. He desperately tried not to imagine his wife in the embrace of his son, and yet the whole time he sat with a throbbing erection, casually stroking himself.



And when she came back into the room, looking if possible hotter than she had the night before; when he saw her flushed face, wisps of her gleaming long hair; when he took in the way her nipples were hard as ice chips; when he noticed the way her g-string was pushed down her hips, the patch loose in front of her mound; in fact, when she pushed that brief scrap of fabric over her hips and he saw the red arousal of her pussy, he lost it entirely.



Leaping to his feet, he pushed her head down into the bed. With a cry, he thrust himself deep inside her from behind. The heat of her was like a furnace around his equally hot cock. His pistoning in and out was met with his wife's perfect ass pushing out against him. Each thrust was accompanied by grunts from both of them.



"Oh, FUCK me, fuck me harder, Pankaj!!!"



Her scream was primal, his fucking animalistic. And when his eruption occurred it was a white-hot lance of lava from deep within him, and he unleashed it on her like a punishment. And bless her, she took it all into her own depths with a hiss of delight.


God, how he loved her.

[Givemeextra]

"Hiya, Akash Sharma." A sweet, girly voice broke him out of his reverie. He had been sitting in the library in front of an open book, his thoughts on nothing but the feeling of his mother's erect nipple, covered in lace, perched on his lower lip. The memory had claimed the greater part of his conscious thought all day.

He looked up to see Divya Singhal standing next to him. He smiled distantly at the pretty girl, not taking in the way her skirt rode up her thigh, or the way her cropped top gaped at the bottom, just above his eye level.

Divya, for her part, had had second thoughts about her impulsive action of the day before. What if the guy turned out to be a complete dork? She couldn't let it be known that she had gone out with a loser. She had her reputation as the most difficult girl to attain to protect. So she thought she'd see if his reaction to her teasing had been a fluke.

She had gone all out. Her flippy plaid skirt was at least two inches shorter than college regulations officially allowed. She knew she was showing an indecent amount of leg in the middle of a college day. Hell, if she leaned over too much, her panties would be exposed from the rear. And those panties... Her sexiest for college days, they were pink and lacy, French cut.

The crop top had once been a normal t-shirt, but she had cut out the collar as well as most of the midriff. Now it hung off one shoulder, revealing the lacy strap of the matching pink bra, which stood out in lovely contrast to her deep white skin. The bottom of the shirt came only inches below the rounded curves of her breasts, and her slim flat belly was entirely uncovered. Her teardrop navel was a marvel of nature, with its neat little diamond stud piercing that she had convinced her father to give her for her sweet eighteen. She was pretty sure that with a little leaning back, someone at a lower level would be able to see her lace-encased tits from below. Someone sitting, say, at the level of Akash Sharma.

With her hair in a braid, she was the epitome of teenaged sexiness, and she knew it. The girl exuded confidence from every pore. She was used to being the center of attention, used to getting everything she wanted. So the fact that this boy seemed unaware of her right now was beyond her comprehension.

Akash looked at Divya. She was surely lovely, he thought. But can she even compare to Mom? He watched as she hopped onto the table, the skirt flipping up to show what little was hidden behind its pleats.

"So," she smiled, "you ready for Friday night?"

Akash' doubts about his upcoming date had been far from his mind all morning, so he leaned back in his chair and shrugged, then raised an eyebrow.

"Guess so. You?"

Her mind boggled. Where had this guy come from? She had to find out more. She arched her back slightly, causing the t-shirt to ride up her breasts.

"I'm ready for anything you are," she whispered slyly.

As if in a trance, Akash saw his hand reach out and land on the cheerleader's knee. The skin felt so soft and smooth. He was sure his mother's skin was softer. He saw the girl's tits from under the shirt. As pert and firm as they looked, could they be any more exciting than the feel of his mother's against his cheek?

"You're looking good today, girl," he said casually. "Gonna look this hot Friday?"

Divya's eyes widened at the challenge in his question. The feel of his hand on her leg was electrifying. It was as if he had taken possession of her.

"Hotter," she assured him, desperate for some kind of assurance from this guy. What had happened here? How had the power situation reversed itself? She couldn't say, but she liked the way it made her feel: excited, a little out of control.

Akash laughed quietly. Who was this guy who seemed so self-assured? He wasn't sure, but he liked it. He gently squeezed the thigh, feeling the firm muscles under the skin.

"Looking forward to it," he said, smiling, then stood up and took his book, leaving Divya gasping on the table. And as he walked away, he realized that the reason he was so in control was because of his mother. And he wanted more.

[Givemeextra]

Nandini Sharma had spent the day floating on air. She couldn't believe how wonderful she felt. And every time she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror she felt like laughing at how young she looked. She was practically glowing.

And why not? She had the all the love she could hope for. Her darling husband had always been sweet and thoughtful. Making love with was always a tender and loving affair.

"But every once in a while, a girl wants something a bit rougher," she said to her reflection, then giggling at her beautiful self in the mirror. Because Pankaj had provided that in spades, just when she wanted it last night.

And even better, how supportive he had been of her. He had really helped her out in her relationship with their son, and now she felt so much closer to Akash than she had ever done before. The young mother didn't examine the nature of the bond she was forging with her son. In fact, in her mind, looking at porn with her teenaged son while dressed in next to nothing while he brought himself to a mind-shattering orgasm in front of her was merely a parental method of acknowledging her child's burgeoning maturity.

But the truth was, of course, much deeper than that. In fact, that morning, when Nandini had been showering, she shaved her legs, as she did every few days. But this time, when she finished with the stubble on her calves and lower thighs, she paused. Usually, she had no reason to shave any higher. The hairs on her upper thighs were soft and nearly invisible. And she had never had any call to shave her mound, because she had never worn anything that would have revealed any pubic hairs.

"Still," she thought, "I've gotten these g-strings, and if I'm going to wear them, I should wear them properly. Without worrying if any of my pubes are showing."

And with this justification, the woman got some shaving cream of her husband's and lathered up her pubic mound. With careful strokes of the razor, she removed a large portion of the downy hairs. Washing away the lather, she examined the area thoroughly, trimming here and there until there was only a small patch of hair neatly outlined, just above the start of her crease.

But she still wasn't satisfied with her results. So she got a hand mirror and placed it on the floor. Squatting above it, she shaved the hair on her labia using the mirror to show her all of her crevices. By stretching her lips, she managed to get every last hair off of her vulva. She even used the razor between her butt cheeks to remove a couple of hairs there. And then she stood up and walked out of the bathroom to stand in front of her floor length mirror in her bedroom.

The sight was amazing. She had never imagined she could look so erotic. Her pussy lips stood out so prominently, and her little clitoris was displayed so rudely up front. The small trim patch of hair above her sex hid nothing, only advertising that she was, in fact, a grown woman, and not a little girl who had no hair yet.

"Just the way Akash likes it," she thought, not noticing how the idea caused her pussy to throb. On a whim, she turned around and got on all fours, with her legs spread widely. Looking over her shoulders, she saw how she was presenting her womanhood blatantly, the lips engorged and so wide-spread that she thought she could see into the depths of her pussy. And above the pink labia, the deeper salmon star of her anus winked at her. With her long hair gleaming wet from the shower, she looked just like one of the models in Akash' websites.

"Not bad for a forty one year old," she whispered.

Now she was making dinner, wearing one of those g-strings, a red one in fact, under her white short gown. She delighted in the way her ass cheeks rubbed against each other around the little string down the crack. She felt so free, so easy.

And when Akash came home and saw her, he had whistled low.

"Hey, Mom. You look really pretty."

Nandini blushed.

"Oh, silly. I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Nope," laughed Akash. "In fact, I think you're the first."

His mother leaned against the counter and looked directly at him. A little frown line appeared between her beautiful eyes.

"The first, Akash? I think you need to talk to some more girls, honey."

"Oh, never mind," Akash said, disgruntled, and went up to his room. Why couldn't she just take his compliment without worrying about him?

Nandini shrugged, refusing to let the exchange darken her mood.

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After dinner, Akash went to his father's study.

"Dad? Can I talk to you?"

"Sure, son," Pankaj said, turning away from his spreadsheets. "What can I do you for?"

Akash smiled weakly, trying to figure out a way to broach what would be a pretty delicate subject.

"Dad, how do you talk to girls?"

"Hmmm," his father said, thoughtfully. "That's a pretty big topic, Akash. I'm not sure what you're looking for. Is there some specific situation that you're talking about?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Akash said, looking down at his feet.

"C'mon in and sit down. Make yourself comfortable." The teenager walked across the room and plunked down in an armchair. "Now, why don't you start at the beginning."

"O-okay. Um, there's this woman, see. She's, um, kinda older than me, right?" Which was the truth, of course. "And I think she's interested in me, but I'm not sure if I want to go there? Or if I really should?"

Pankaj had an inkling suddenly of what Akash was talking about, and he was very unsure if he wanted to continue the conversation. But he steeled himself, because he was in part responsible for what was going on in his house.

"Go on, Akash."

Akash was relieved that his father hadn't just gotten angry at him. He didn't think his Dad knew about what was going on between his Mom and him, but he wasn't sure.

"But she makes me feel, like, pretty good, y'know, that she's interested in me, and that makes me pretty confident. And that's good, right? 'Cause there's this other girl at college that I sort of asked on a date by accident because of how confident I felt right at that moment. You know what I mean?"

"Uh, hang on a sec," Pankaj said, now somewhat amused. "How did you ask this other girl by accident?"

"Well, I was really thinking about how nice it was to have Mo—I - I mean, this other woman hang out with me? And Divya comes up, and she's like really hot, y'know, and not like the kind of girl I usually talk to, and I was able to be all cool with her, and then before I knew it, we had agreed to go on a date on Friday."

Pankaj laughed, and after a second, Akash grinned sheepishly.

"Uh, yeah, I guess it does sound kind of dorkish, huh?"

"Not at all, son. Not at all. Remind me to tell you some day about how I managed to ask your mother on our first date. It wasn't easy to get my courage up at all, as I think you can guess."

"Yeah, Mom's pretty hot, too, isn't she?"

"You can say that again, Akash. But listen," he went on, more seriously. "This older woman. Is she married?"

"Uh, yeah, how did you guess?" Akash was a little startled. Did his Dad know more than he was letting on?

"Never mind. Do you think she loves her husband?"

"Yeah, actually, I really think she does," said Akash.

Thank God, Pankaj thought to himself. He took a deep breath and went on.

"How far do you think she wants to go with you, then?"

"I can't tell, Dad. It's more like playing around so far. Even if it's pretty hot and heavy."

"Spare me the details," Pankaj interrupted. He had no desire to know exactly what went on in his son's bedroom during the night. He just had to be sure that at the end of it all, Nandini came back to him. In fact, he was looking forward to the sex tonight. "Akash, you've got to protect yourself as best you can. As long as you remember that what you're doing with this older woman is just for fun, use it for the experience you can get from it. It seems to be helping you with getting your confidence. But," he held up a hand, to forestall Akash from talking. "But, you've got to remember not to let yourself get in too deep with this woman."

"Just for fun, huh?" Akash thought about this, turning it over in his mind. "I thought sex was supposed to be only between people who were really serious together."

"The best kind always is, son. But it can also be something just for kicks. Okay?"

"Sure, Dad!" Akash was delighted with his father-son talk. He had gotten the go-ahead from his father to fool around with his mother, even if his father didn't know all of the details.

Pankaj sat staring at the door after Akash had left. God, these were deep waters he was treading in. As long as Nandini came back to him each night, he was going to let things develop. The sex was too outstanding.

That night, Nandini dithered around the bedroom, pulling out all of her nightclothes, unable to decide what to wear. Pankaj watched her in amusement.



"Going to talk with Akash again?"



"Yes, yes, honey," Nandini said distractedly. "He seemed confused again this afternoon, still lacking in confidence. I've got to help him out, don't you see?"



"Why don't you wear what you were wearing last night?" Pankaj deliberately held back the fact that Akash had a date on Friday night, so maybe his confidence problems were a thing of the past.



"Because, obviously, it didn't work enough," she said angrily. Didn't Pankaj understand?



"So," Pankaj said, carefully. "You want to take it to another level, hmm?"



"Exactly!" Her anger vanished immediately, and she went and hugged her dear husband. As always, he knew exactly what to say.



"Well, don't you remember this outfit?" And he pulled out a hanger from the back of her closet. On it hung a wisp of a chemise in sheer black nylon. She squealed in delight, hopping up and down.



"Yes, that's it! Oh, thank you so much, sweetie!" She unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra in a flash.



"Help me on with it, okay?" He took it off the hanger and held it up for her to slip her slender arms into. He caressed the soft skin of each arm as it passed through, settling his hands on her shoulders as she stood in front of the mirror. He watched her in the reflection as she tied the front together between her sweet breasts, which were easily visible through the sheer material. The two halves of the front swept out towards her hips, leaving her navel completely exposed.



Nandini, for her part, was delighted with how she looked. If this didn't help Akash get over his confidence problems, she didn't know what would. She pulled her peasant skirt and her g-string off, because of course the red g-string wouldn't work. In a flash she had a matching black g-string out of her lingerie store bag. This one's straps were split in two, leading to the tiny pouch in the middle, which seemed, if possible, even smaller than the others she had worn. With a little adjusting, she managed to get the thing over her sex, although more was visible than she had ever seen before.



Pankaj had noticed her shaving job, of course, but again said nothing. When his sexy wife turned to him and asked how she looked, he smiled, holding her at arm's length, looking her up and down.



"Almost perfect," he growled.



"Almost?" She raised one eyebrow in a sultry fashion. "What's missing?"


"Just this," he said carelessly, and let his hands trail down to her breasts, tweaking each nipple through the sheer black nylon. Now they stood out proudly, deep red showing through the sexy chemise. "That's perfect." And, his heart pounding, his cock throbbing, he turned her around and patted her on her astounding ass to send her on her way.

[Givemeextra]

Akash was sitting, waiting with bated breath. His cock was already hard as iron in his boxers under the covers. Would she come to his room again? What would she be wearing tonight? All thoughts of Divya Singhal were gone from his adolescent brain.


And when that soft knock came, his anxiety slipped away. She was back!

"Come in," he said, hoping the excitement wasn't too obvious in his voice.

Nandini opened the door, her heart pounding again. It was so much fun playing this game with Akash! She realized that part of her had spent the whole day looking forward to this moment. She stepped inside, noting that Akash had left the overhead light on tonight. So she posed in the doorway, consciously.

Akash' eyes almost bugged right out of his head when he saw what his mother was wearing. He had left the light on purposefully. He hadn't wanted to miss a thing. And he congratulated himself on the success of his ploy.

The sheer chemise hid nothing. Her perky tits that he had felt, yes, and even kissed, if passively, the night before, were now displayed for him to see. There was no sag to them at all, and they sat proudly high on his mother's chest. The nipples, aroused and hard already, sat neatly within the small circles of her areolas. He could not have asked for a more perfect vision for the first time he saw breasts in person.

And better yet, the chemise fell away from her body below her breasts, so that he could see the woman's flat belly, the pretty navel, the gentle curve of her hips. Best of all, her pussy was cupped in a sexy g-string, smaller, he thought, than the one she had worn yesterday. He wondered if he would see her pubic hair again.

Nandini smiled at his response. Her eyes flicked down towards his lap, where, for the first time, she saw the tent he was producing under the covers. It looked more than respectable, but she had to wonder what it would look like in person. What was she thinking? She wasn't here to gawk at her child's erection. This was for him. She could satisfy her own lust back in her room with her husband afterwards.

"Like what you see?" She was surprised at herself, but the words had come out before any censor could stop them. They sounded corny to her ears, but she could see that Akash didn't think so, as he dumbly nodded. She walked over to the side of his bed, slowly and seductively.

"It's okay to look at sexy stuff, right, Akash?"



He nodded again, his mouth dry, then cleared his throat.



"I guess so, Mom," he rasped as she came closer. Her breasts swayed slightly with each step, the sheer nylon doing little to fetter their movement. And the way she swung her hips, oh God, that was sexy. His cock had never been harder, throbbing in his boxers. As she stopped by his side, he realized that, despite the lowness of her g-string, there were no pubic hairs to be seen.



Nandini noted where he was looking and giggled. He looked up, puzzled.



"I did some personal maintenance today, honey."



"Huh?"



"Um, down there?" She pointed to her groin, and her son's eyes followed her finger back to her center. Akash could see her labia outlined by the little black pouch, a tiny crease down the center of the g-string announcing the entrance to her sex. A light went on his brain.



"Oh! Ohhhh." He nodded, then looked up at her again. "You got rid of it all?"



"No, silly. See?" And she pulled the top of the g-string down half an inch so that she could show her son her neat handiwork. Akash swallowed hard as his mother's trimmed patch came into view. It was a tiny little tuft of hair, just sitting above where he thought her pussy had to start, although he couldn't see that unfortunately. And his mother only allowed the quickest of views before settling the g-string back into place. But what she said next nearly blew his mind completely.



"I know that's how you prefer it," she whispered. Nandini was out of control, but she was unaware of it. There was a hot blush spreading over her chest and up to her cheeks, which Akash didn't notice as he was still transfixed by the intimate viewing he had just had. She took a deep breath and went on.



"Wanna look at some porn together?"



Akash was in seventh heaven. He wanted to leap out of the bed and hug his mother, but he wasn't quite ready to show himself to her yet.

"Uh-huh," was all he could manage.



"C'mon, Akash. You gotta do better than that," Nandini encouraged. She wanted him to be more bold, more sure of himself. She smiled down at him, cocking one hip. The action pushed her pelvis towards her son, but she was unconscious of that. He blinked, and smiled back.



"Uh, okay. Lemme try again." He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. Nandini's eyes were drawn once again to the tent in his lap. Was it pulsing?



"Mother dearest," he said in a fake plummy accent. "I would surely love to look at some porn with you." She giggled, and curtsied, holding out the edges of her chemise to either side.



"Well, kind sir, I appreciate your courtesy, and tonight, if you don't mind, I would like to be able to sit down."



"Uh, I don't actually have another chair, Mom."



"That's okay. You sit in the chair, and I'll just perch on one of your legs, okay?" She lightly turned around and stood with her back to him, leaning on the computer desk with both hands. "You just let me know when you're ready for me to sit down."


Akash was in complete awe at the sight in front of him. Her long hair fell down to just below her shoulders. Her sexy back was essentially uncovered in the sheer chemise, and the hem of the nightie came to about the middle of her ass. The black string of the g-string did nothing to cover her, so for all intents and purposes, his mother was nude in front of him. Furthermore, the way she was leaning forward put her in a 'fuck me' type of position, with her ass pushed out toward him. He stood up.

[Givemeextra]

Nandini heard the sheets pushed back, and giggled to herself at what Akash must be seeing right now. She wanted so badly to look, to assure herself of his arousal, to see his arousal, to see his cock, but she forced herself to keep her eyes ahead. Every sound seemed exaggerated, the creak of the bed as he stood up, the pat of his feet as he slowly walked up behind her. Even his deep manly breathing, right behind her, as his shadow fell over her back. He just stood there. What was he going to do?

Akash stood behind his sexy mother, looking down at her firm ass, so round and perfect. There was no blemish to be seen, no unsightly discoloration. It was as perfect an ass as any he had seen online. His hands twitched as he stood there, aching to touch her, to caress her. But he couldn't let himself break the spell. There seemed to be rules here, and he was damned if he was going to mess this all up.

She wiggled her ass at him. It was mesmerizing.

"Hurry up, will you? I haven't got all night," she said, with a smile in her voice. He shook his head to clear his senses. Had Akash been more experienced with women, he might have recognized the signs of her excitement. However, his shyness and nervousness prevented him from taking any chance of her rejection. Nonetheless, he did take advantage of her having her back turned, and with a quick motion, he shucked his boxers off, sitting down in his chair completely naked, his hard cock pulsing in his lap. 

"Okay, Mom, ready for you to sit down," he rasped.

"Ready or not, here I come," she said throatily. She moved her legs to either side of his left knee, and carefully sat herself on what she judged to be the middle of his thigh. The hair on his leg tickled the soft skin of her inner thighs. With a sigh, she settled herself into place, feeling his muscles up against her most sensitive places. And, oh God, how much more sensitive they suddenly seemed, now that she had shaved all of the skin down there. She allowed herself the luxury of rocking slightly forward, so that her clit came against him, hidden under her skimpy panties. A jolt of pleasure ran through her body.

Akash, for his part, felt the heat of her through the tiny g-string, burning against the skin of his leg. As she rocked forward, her ass came up slightly, and he could see those gorgeous cheeks around his leg. His cock pulsed, and he unconsciously took hold of it with his right hand, pulling it away from the defenseless skin of his mother. He was dripping already, lubricating the painfully full head of his erection.

Nandini, her eyes closed, put her hands on the desk to steady herself. How wonderful she felt, and how delightful to be able to share it with her son. How was it that she had never had the foresight to arrange this before? Her sex-befuddled brain still refused to acknowledge the strangeness of the situation. Instead, she slipped back a half-inch on Akash's leg, feeling her pussy lips spread out.

"Are we ready, now?"

"Uh-huh," Akash managed to say, and released his cock to turn on the browser. He found it awkward to surf, however, with only one hand, so he reached around his mother with his other hand, leaning forward. In doing so, he found himself against Nandini's back, his chest against her, with only the sheer negligee between them. Was it his imagination, or was she pushing back against him? He looked down quickly, and saw that his cock, still throbbing, was only a fraction of an inch from touching her. He jerked back quickly.

The sudden movement caused Nandini to slip sideways, and she grabbed his left arm to steady herself, pulling it against her. Suddenly, Akash found himself holding his lithe, hot mother's belly with his hand. The negligee was parted at this point, so he had his hand against her soft skin.

"Sorry!" In his anxiety and desire not to offend her, he pulled back. "Sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to touch you!"

But Nandini stopped him from pulling away.

"Akash, it's okay! Don't worry! Seriously, I don't mind. In fact, maybe it's better if you hold me steady, and I'll navigate the computer." In her mind, she justified her actions as calming her son, and maintaining his self-confidence, but in reality, she craved the feel of his strong hands on her, the way he had touched her the night before last when he moved her aside.

Akash, for his part, was hardly thinking straight either. He tentatively put his hand back on her stomach. He was so careful, she laughed.

"Silly! I'm not going to break, you know."

'But I might,' Akash thought to himself, holding his cock away from her with his other hand. However, he held onto her more firmly, feeling her trim shape. He found it best to slide his hand around to her hip, still under the chemise. The two straps of her g-string were right there, and he marveled at the fact that he was touching his mother's panties on her body.

"Women like it," she said breathily, "when men take control. It lets us know how manly they are." The feel of his hand on her hip was divine. His fingers curled around the front, and his middle finger lay right on the crease between her leg and her abdomen, following the line of her g-string straps.

Akash directed her to a website, and in seconds they were looking at a set of pictures of a girl in a see-through micro-mini bikini. Both mother and son were breathing hard, absorbing the erotic pictures. Akash was slowly stroking his cock behind his mother's back while she moved subtly back and forth on his leg, stimulating herself. The girl's pert tits were lovely, Nandini found herself thinking, especially the way they were able to stand up so nicely with so little support.

"Do you like her tits, Akash?"

"Uh..." Akash was lost for a response. Did his mother just say 'tits?'

"Earth to Akash! Has all the blood left your brain?" Nandini loved the teasing. It was almost like flirting, except that he was her son, of course.

"Not all, Mom," he retorted, "just enough!"

"Well, then, answer me. Do you like her tits?"

"Uh, Mom, I'm a guy. Of course I like her tits."

"Are they better than mine?" She was having fun now.

"I couldn't say."

"Why not, Akash?"

"Because I haven't seen yours like that."

"I thought you were looking when I came in. Didn't you notice them then?"

Akash was starting to relax, enjoying the quick repartee. He liked being able to keep up with her in the flirting conversation they were having.

"Yeah, but it wasn't the same, 'cause I couldn't like really study them, y'know?"

"Well, why don't you 'study' them now?" And she twisted her torso on his leg so that he could see her chest. She was flushed from excitement, and her nipples were as hard as she had ever felt them. Her rapid breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall quickly. She looked Akash in the eye directly, not acknowledging the stroking movement of his right hand.

"Uh, Mom..."

"Please?"

He let his eyes fall down to her chest, taking in the glorious sight of her rounded globes, unhidden by the sheer chemise. His left hand, with her twisting, had slipped upwards, and he found his index finger just half an inch from the lower curve of her left breast. In truth, her tits were wondrous, like none he had ever seen on the internet. They didn't even sag slightly despite her forty-one years. And the nipples were so perfectly centered, each pointing slightly upwards.

His hand continued to move on his rock-hard cock. The stimulation was intense to the teenager. Here was his mother, nearly but not quite nude on his leg, while he, actually naked, jerked off while staring at her tits.

Nandini, too, was incredibly excited. She was aware of his masturbation, and she rocked back on his leg in order to increase the stimulation on her own sex. She was blushing furiously, amazed at the intensity of the emotions running through her. The intimacy with her son was like nothing she had experienced before.

With her rocking, two things happened at the same time. First, Akash's hand slipped higher on her torso, and his fingers came into contact with the curve of her breast, so that he found himself with two fingers cupping the globe and pushing it up off of her chest. Second, her hip rubbed up against his right hand which was moving up and down the length of his cock.

The sudden and dual increase in their intimacy tripped Akash over the edge. With a grunt and a sigh, he fisted down hard on himself, rubbing Nandini's right ass cheek, pushing his cock up against her side. His cum burst out of him, splashing up his mother's back, drenching her chemise with its stickiness.

The scalding warmth made Nandini, in her turn, twitch away from him, so that her breast settled neatly into her son's hand. Unconsciously, the boy grasped the tit possessively, lightly pinching the nipple between his index and middle fingers. The sensation made Nandini cum as well, sighing against his jerking cock. Akash milked the last dribbles out onto her hip, and she collapsed forward onto her weak arms.

"Mom?"

"Y-yes, honey?"

"I'd like to look at more porn with you tomorrow night," he said confidently, stroking her tit before withdrawing his hand.

"Of course, son. I'd like that too." She was lost, but she loved it.

[Givemeextra]

"Well?"

"What?" Nandini looked down. Her husband was lying on the bed, naked, his hard cock in his hand.

"Did you have a good 'talk' with Akash?"

Nandini could feel the damp chemise sticking to her back. She had come straight back into her bedroom, unsure of how to face her husband, but not able to think clearly either.

"Yes, I did," she replied in a soft voice.

"Come here and suck me," he commanded.

She looked at him, shocked. He had never spoken to her in this way before.

"You heard me," he said quietly. She found herself moving towards the bed, getting up on it, crawling across it towards Pankaj' lap. She grasped her man's erection, and lowering her head towards it, extended her tongue to make contact with the angry red glans.

"That's right, sweetie," Pankaj said gently, stroking her hair tenderly. He watched, enraptured as his sweet wife opened her lips to accept the bloated head of his cock into her mouth. She looked up at him, almost fearfully, her almond shaped green eyes tearing. He smiled at her, before encouraging her to move on with pressure on the back of her head. Without taking her eyes off of him, she began to move back and forth on his cock.

The feel of his erection in her mouth, the invasion over her tongue, the hot silky feel of his cock inside of her was sinfully delicious. How fitting, she felt, that she should worship him in this way. The head of his cock slipped across her tongue, and its tiny hole released salty fluid for her to spread around his shaft. She could feel each vein, the ridge of his glans. Idly, she wondered if his son would feel the same inside of her. The taste of them was reRajeshably similar, she noted.

Pankaj loved the feeling of her mouth around him, and pushed harder on the back of her head. She coughed the first time, pulling away, but submitted as he tried again. This time, the head of his cock pushed to the back of her throat. Her tongue worked around him as he sat there, before he pulled back. Three times he moved like this, each time faster until he felt the familiar spasms arising in his groin. He pulled out and held her face in front of his jerking cock. Obediently she stroked him until he exploded, his cum shooting out in ropes across her.

For the second time that night, Nandini felt the splash of cum against her skin. She accepted the feeling, reveling in the appropriateness of her punishment. And she knew she would do it again. She loved her men too much not to keep going.

Pankaj looked down at his wife, her face streaked with the translucent evidence of his orgasm. One blob dripped slowly down her cheek, to gather at the corner of her mouth. With one finger he collected the cum and brought it to her mouth. Wordlessly she accepted his finger and sucked the spend off of it.

"Good night, honey," he said kindly. "I love you."

"Me too," she replied, and slipped under the covers, still covered in cum from father and son.

"So, I've got a date tomorrow night with Divya Singhal."



The statement hung over the breakfast table for a second, before Nandini squealed with delight.



"Oh, that's so wonderful, Akash. I guess you really have been feeling more confident, huh?"



"Yeah," Akash replied, blushing. "Our talks have been really helping me."



"Divya Singhal? Isn't she the daughter of Rajesh Singhal?" Pankaj raised an eyebrow at his son, who looked back at him in confusion. Why was he acting like he didn't know about this? Akash had told him the night before.



"Uh, who's he, Dad?" Nandini noticed how Akash seemed puzzled, and looked back and forth between the two men in her life.



"Only the richest guy in town," replied Pankaj. "He has fingers in just about every pot around. In fact, he's the main shareholder in my company."



"So what are you saying, Dad?"



"Just that you'd better treat his daughter right, or I'm sure to hear about it." Pankaj knew he was sounding repressive, but he couldn't help himself.



"But why are you telling me this now? You could have told me—"



"Never mind that," Pankaj interrupted. "Just do the right thing with the girl, you understand?"



"Gee, thanks for the advice, Dad. You really know the right thing to say to make a guy relax when he's about to go on his first date," Akash fumed, before storming out of the room to get his stuff for college.



Pankaj turned his attention back to the newspaper, pretending to be unconcerned. He didn't want his wife to know that he had encouraged his son to be free with her. He was enjoying letting his rougher side loose in bed.



"Pankaj?"



"Hmmm?"



"Did you know about this date?"



"Uh, I guess so, honey," Pankaj replied sheepishly. Nandini frowned.



"Well, what the hell does that mean?" She was getting furious now. She thought he understood what she was trying to accomplish with Akash, and now it seemed like he was deliberately undermining her. "That was kind of important information, wouldn't you say? Do you see what kind of damage you've done?"



"Now, wait a second, Nandini—"



"No, you wait a second. You're going to have to help me out here. We've got a son in a delicate situation here, on the verge of maturing into a sexual adult. He's tenuous right now, and your pulling the rug out from under him is destroying all my work. What if he becomes some kind of a pervert because of this?"



'You mean, the kind of pervert who makes out with his mother,' thought Pankaj, but didn't say, because he could see how explosive Nandini was becoming right now.



"All right, all right, I see what you mean," Pankaj conceded. "But what can we do? Don't kids have to figure this stuff out for themselves?"



"Not my kid," hissed his wife. She never looked so gorgeous as when she was angry, he thought. "I'm not going to stand by and watch our beautiful son have to deal with a painful rejection that we might have set him up for, do you understand?"



"Okay," Pankaj said, cautiously, "so now what?"



"You just back me up, you hear me? Whatever I say goes."


A sinking feeling pervaded Pankaj as he nodded. He hoped this wasn't the end of the extreme sexual gratification he had been enjoying the last couple of nights.

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Akash' day at college had been one of desperately trying to avoid Divya Singhal. If he ever caught sight of her, he had turned around immediately and found his way to the boys' bathroom. Had he really asked her to dress sluttily for their date? And now, it turned out, her father was like the most important guy in town. If things took a sour turn, it might spell disaster for his father's business interests.

He had never felt such relief as when the final bell sounded and he managed to slink out without being noticed by Divya or any of her clique. As he trudged home, his thoughts revolved on what his father had said that morning. Perhaps it would be best if he just called off this ill-fated 'date' with Divya. Or would that just be worse? Would she report back to her father that he was a wuss?

He was so pre-occupied he almost didn't notice the sheet of paper on the floor of the front hall. He picked it up absent-mindedly and looked at it.

Hi Honey – (the note read)

I'm going to be out all afternoon, but I have some errands for you to run. 1. Pick up flowers at Blooms 'n' Such 2. Pick up dry cleaning 3. Call Subway and order an Italian sub the way your Dad likes it, and have them deliver at 6:30 PM

Car keys are on the hall table.

Love, Mom

He looked at the note and frowned. He had planned on relaxing this afternoon, trying to clear his mind, and now he had stupid errands to run. At least he got to drive... and then he saw that the keys were for his Dad's Porsche 911 Turbo. He had never been allowed near that car, it was the apple of his father's eye, as nearly as he could tell. But, he wasn't going to question his good luck, but grabbed the keys and rushed out to the garage.

An hour later, he came back, exhilarated from the speed and handling of the little car. It had been more of a rush than any video game had ever provided him. He had been a little cautious at first, conscious of how much the machine meant to his father. But then, as he was driving on the highway, he let it rip. God, how the car had responded to the slightest move on his part. It seemed to know just what he wanted to do, and almost do it for him.

He had been confused when he found out that the dry-cleaning was his blazer and slacks. He also didn't know what to do when the florist asked him if he wanted to fill out a card to go with the bouquet of flowers he picked up. But still, now, after the thrill of driving a high-precision automobile, he felt like he was flying.

Another note awaited him, telling him to take a shower and shave, and get dressed in his newly pressed clothes, to be ready by 6:45 PM. He shrugged mentally, and went upstairs to his room.

Pankaj Sharma was dejected. He knew a sketchy outline of what his wife had planned, and he wasn't sure that he liked the direction things were heading in. But it was at least partly his own fault, wasn't it? He had encouraged Nandini in this strange new obsession of hers, recognizing the short-term benefits he was enjoying because of it. Now, he wondered what the long-term effects might be.

For example, right now. He was sitting in the dining room with his Italian sub, alone. And just what was going on upstairs? He knew that both his son and his wife were getting dressed up to go out to dinner together, although he was unaware that Akash still had no idea what the plan was. And he was meant to stay at home. "Go along with whatever I say," had been his wife's admonition. He thought he had better stick with it, if he had any hope of continuing the joys of the last few nights.

He heard his son's door close, and the sounds of the teenager coming down the stairs. Against his better judgment, Pankaj stood up and came out to the hallway to see how Akash looked.

"Hey, Dad," the boy said as he came down the last few steps. He looked pretty damned good, actually, Pankaj thought. His hair was combed and gelled off of his face, and he had clearly done a careful job of shaving. In his blue blazer over a pink shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, and a slim pair of khakis, he looked like a young college student. Pankaj couldn't help but admire how well his son filled out his clothes, his swimming prowess shaping the young muscles of his arms and chest. He had a lovely bouquet of flowers in his arms.

"Looking good, Akash," he said.

"Yeah, I guess so, huh?" The teenager smiled sheepishly, showing his good-natured ability to make fun of himself.

"No, really, son. You've turned into quite the young man."

"Uh, sure, Dad. If you say so. Do you know who these flowers are for?"

"For me, silly," came a voice from the top of the stairs. Both men turned to look up.

Nandini Sharma had been having butterflies in her stomach all day long. Was she really going to go through with this plan? Was she really able to take this strange step in the hopes that it would give her son all the confidence he would need for the rest of his life? Or was she overstepping the bounds of normalcy? She was so unsure of herself; but at the same time it was as if the steps of this path were so obvious before her, so easy to take, that she had little choice.



Every little thing had to be just so, and she had written a long checklist to make sure that nothing got left to chance. And now, the shopping was done, the personal hygiene taken care of, the beauty shop visit completed. The final product was going on display, and it had to be done right.



So she had waited for Akash to leave his room and proceed downstairs. As she had hoped, her husband, that patient and loving man who was supporting her through this strange phase of their lives, had gone to meet him and see what he looked like. God, this whole enterprise was so peculiar. And yet it felt so perfectly right. Akash gave her the perfect cue, and she stepped into the limelight of her little drama.



The vision of beauty at the top of the stairs was like something out of a glamour magazine. She had her shining hair left untied, showing off her long graceful neck. Her face was subtly made-up, her full red lips glossed, her eyes startling in their intensity.



The dress she was wearing was startling, to say the least. A skimpy black sleeveless blouse which had very thin strings over her shoulders and it plunged in the front down between her breasts, showing the inner slopes of each one down to where they curved outward. The blouse just ended below her huge breasts and she wore the petticoat just above the her pussy where her pubic hair ended. The saree was carefully dbangd so that breasts which were covered by her blouse were visible from either side of the pallu.



She had four inch black strappy sandals on her feet, making her legs seem even longer than they looked usually. The whole effect was one of sex personified, and her pose, with one hand on her hip, the other stretched up and lightly touching the wall beside her, only made that sex appeal more apparent. Then she just turned around and stunned both of them. Her blouse was backless and her milky white back was clearly visible. There was no attempt to hide it.



Pankaj and Akash stood transfixed, each unaware of anything but the gorgeous woman standing above them. She started to walk down the stairs towards them, enjoying the gaping look on their faces. Each elegant step was carefully choreographed, crossing the foot in front of the leg behind. And with each step, the dress shifted on her hot body, so that her observers could see the sexy length of that navel and her juggling breasts which were ready to pop out of the tight blouse.



Nandini giggled to herself, as she moved down the stairs. It was all going to be so easy, she realized, and she was finally completely sure that she was doing the right thing. And her reward? It was the surety that Akash would be ready for whatever came his way tomorrow night. Well, perhaps it was a bit more than that, she mused, as she looked at her handsome son.



"You ready, stud?" Her question was addressed to Akash, who blinked, looking astonished that such a gorgeous creature would address him in this way. He nodded, then came to his senses.



"Uh, yeah." His addled brain was fixed with one question: what could she possibly be wearing inside that skimpy blouse? "Here you go, Mom," he said, making to offer the flowers to her.



"Hang on a sec, Mister," she stopped him with one finger on his chest. He looked at her, crestfallen. She laughed lightly. "I think you had better call me Nandini tonight, or people are going to look at us strangely."



'Oh. My. God.' Pankaj thought to himself. 'My wife is really going on a date with our son? Dressed like that?!' And then: 'I hope she is atleast wearing her panties!'



"Nandini," the name sounding weird in the boy's voice, "these are for you."


"Flowers! How lovely." She turned to Pankaj. "Pankaj, would you take care of these for me?" He took the flowers and turned blankly towards the kitchen. "Oh, and Pankaj?" He turned back again. "Wait up for me." His heart soared.

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As the door clicked shut behind them, Akash marveled at his good fortune. Here he was, on a date with the hottest woman he had ever met; better yet, she was seemed happy to have him as her date.

"Akash, honey?"

He nodded, turning to look at her. She stood facing him on their front porch, the outdoor light illuminating her from above. There was a breeze that flipped the front of her saree forward every few seconds. She lived up to her name in every way, he thought.

"Some crazy stuff might happen tonight, do you understand?"

"I think so, Nandini."

Her flesh thrilled to hear her call him by her given name. It was so illicit, promising excitement just around the corner.

"It's important that you stay cool no matter what. If you do, there's sure to be a reward for you at the end of it. Got it?"

"Absolutely," he said, his heart racing at her words. The promise of her statement hung between them like electricity. The light caught at her suddenly hard nipples, hidden from his view by the skimpy black blouse.

"Then, I think we're going to have a blast tonight." She walked down the steps towards the Porsche and stood waiting by the door. Akash leapt to the car and opened the door for her to get in. Gracefully, she slipped down to the low seat and pulled her long legs in after her.

Akash raced around to the other side and got in next to his mother. Nandini looked at her handsome boy and shivered in anticipation. No, no, she admonished herself. Tonight is for him, not for you. But couldn't just a little bit be for me?

"I love being in this car, don't you?" She touched her neck softly with her right hand, and then let it slip down her chest, over the exposed skin, to caress the side of her right breast. "It's so sexy being in such a powerful machine."

He watched her finger avidly, as it traveled up the side of her half-exposed tit. It caught briefly on the black blouse, then slipped over to the nub of her nipple. As it circled the delectable protrusion, Nandini let out a low moan. He looked up at her to find her eyes fixed on his. She let them slip down his body, to look pointedly at his groin.

"Not as sexy as being in the car with you," he said. His heart was pounding.

"Mmmmm. I'm glad to hear you say it," his mother replied, wickedly grinning. She let her legs slip slightly apart, allowing the pallu of her saree fall between them. She felt herself getting wet, and hoped that it wouldn't seep out to stain the back of her saree. Well, shit, if it did, it was her doing, and she was doing it for him. Let the world know how turned on she was by her date.

"We're going to Marcel's." Akash blinked at the intrusion of reality, and smiled at his sexy mother, before turning on the ignition. With a roar of the motor, he backed into the street and they were off.

At the restaurant, the hotel manager led them to a secluded table in the back. There were only one or two other tables that even had a partial view of their position. The mother and son found themselves seated next to each other with a view out. The manager gave Akash a knowing look as he left them with their menus.

"So, Akash, are you enjoying yourself?" Nandini leaned forward to lean her face on one hand and look at her son.

"That's kind of a silly question, Nandini," the boy returned.

"Why's that?"

"It's not often that a guy is so lucky to be out with the most beautiful woman in town."

"Ooooh. Flattery, huh?" She grinned at him. "You are a quick learner. Am I really that beautiful?"

"Now you're fishing, Mo—I mean Nandini." He smiled at her, and then looked deliberately down her body. At this position, turned towards him, he felt he could almost see into the blouse. If she turned just a little more, he might be able to see her entire right breast. Even though she was sitting on the back half, he could see the curve of her ass right there in public.

"Well, a girl likes to know specifics, baby," she purred, running a finger down his arm.

"All right," he replied, and turned more towards her. With his hand on his shoulder, he forced her to twist just a bit more in her seat. Nandini could feel the dress shifting on her body, and resisted the urge to look down and see how much she was exposing. This was for Akash, after all.

Akash's eyes feasted on her chest as he moved her. He was gratified to see that the pallu shifted over her tit rather than stay with it. Slowly, the profile of the breast came into view, the darker pink areola, the hard nipple. He held her just in that position, his grip firm, but not painful.

"I love that you are so comfortable with yourself. You are able to wear the slinkiest clothing and make it appear gracious. And with that body, you could wear anything you wanted. It makes a guy feel special that his girl would wear something like this for him."

"Ohhh," she moaned. This was almost too much, allowing her son to see her like this, in public. She put her hand over his on her shoulder, looking deeply into his eyes. "That is maybe the sweetest thing I've ever heard, honey." Akash's eyes, those deep blue intense eyes, looked right back at her. Without thinking, she leaned over towards him, coming ever closer.

Akash watched as his mother moved in towards him. Her smoky eyes were glazed with desire, and her red lips were parted. He moved towards her as well, their faces just inches apart. Her hand slipped down his body to fall on his thigh to steady herself. He felt her warm breath against his lips, and he tilted his face to approach her mouth. The soft touch of her lips on his was like velvet, but warm, alive.

Nandini was in heaven. The strength of his hand on her, the power of his leg under her touch, the sweet gentle feel of his lips on hers was such an overwhelming attraction. And the knowledge that, mere inches from her hand, he was surely throbbing with his own desire only made the moment more memorable.

The kiss they shared was beyond any they had ever had before, so much more than the typical son-mother pecks on the cheek. Her tongue darted out to taste his mouth and made electrifying contact with his.

"Ahem," came the polite cough from a few feet away. They broke apart in confusion. The waitress, politely averting her eyes stood before them. Nandini shrugged adjusted her pallu back into place. She was blushing, but when she looked over to Akash, she saw that he was merely smiling ruefully back at her. She smiled back.

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"Would Madam and Sir like to order some wine?" The young woman was now looking directly at the couple in the back booth. It had been so hot to see the two of them making out in the restaurant. Even in the dim light, she had seen the woman's naked breast, so casually exposed. Thinking about the situation made her short of breath.

"The lady will have a glass of your pinot noir," Akash said. He didn't really know anything about wines, but he remembered what his mother usually ordered when they went out as a family. "I will be fine with water, thank you." Nandini loved that he had taken charge, and she rubbed his thigh affectionately. They watched together as the pretty waitress turned away to get their drinks.

"Mmmmm..." Nandini murmured, turning back to her son. "You are a naughty boy, aren't you, kissing me like that in public."

"I'd do more than that if I had the chance," he laughed, exulting in the strange freedom he was feeling with his mother.

"Oh, would you, now," the seductress winked. "Tell me what you would do, baby."

The word inflamed Akash beyond belief. His cock was straining in his slacks, and he shifted to make himself more comfortable. With the movement, Nandini's hand slipped higher on his leg. With shock, he realized that her hand was less than an inch from the distended head of his erection. But he was beyond caring, so he pretended to consider his mother's question.
"Well, let's see." He looked over the incredibly hot woman next to him, so familiar and yet so foreign. "I would run my hand over your leg, here," and he dropped his hand to mirror hers on her left leg. Her skin was so soft and warm.

"Then, I would caress you, higher," slipping his hand upward, so that his fingers came into contact with the top of her petticoat where the saree was tucked in.

"Oooohhh," Nandini encouraged, letting her eyes close sexily.

"And inside," and his fingertips slipped under the edge of the petticoat. The young mother's legs relaxed, falling a little apart.

"And lower," came the whisper, and her heart inflamed with love for her wonderful son, who understood so clearly what they both wanted. Her head fell backwards, and she slouched slightly in the chair, trying to urge those teasing fingers lowerto her center.

Akash watched in amazement at how easily his mother gave in to him. She was offering herself to him, right here, in the sight of other diners, in this fancy restaurant.. His fingers were resting lightly on her lower abdomen, inches away from her sex.

"And I would kiss you right here," he continued softly, leaning over so that he could bring his mouth into contact with her neck. The soft caress of his lips on her sensitive neck caused Nandini to moan again. Her hand slipped higher up his leg, and suddenly found itself in contact with something incredibly hard and pulsating.

'Oh my God,' Nandini's brain screamed. 'I'm touching my son's cock!'

The knowledge that his mother was naked under the dress, naked! And that she was allowing him to see it, and that her soft tiny fingers were lying on his erection. It was almost too much for the young man. But he recalled his mother's advice to stay cool, and managed to stop himself from ripping off her dress right there in the restaurant.

"Ahem," came the young waitress' interruption for the second time that night. 'My God,' she thought, watching the gorgeous couple neck, 'they've really got it bad tonight!'

Akash's free hand came down on top of his mother's trapping it against his cock. She let out a light squeak of shock as she felt it bound under her hand. It felt huge, like nothing she'd ever felt before. His free hand stayed where it was between her legs. She felt flushed, hot and bothered, unable to think clearly. She had to get rid of this fog surrounding her thoughts.

"Your wine, Madam," the girl said, bringing the glass around to Nandini's plate. Looking down, she saw the woman's lewdly displayed cleavage with her saree hardly covering those melons and the edge of her trimmed pubic hair on her lower abdomen.

Nandini saw the girl look down in her lap and almost cried aloud in embarrassment. But then, as the girl leaned down, she saw the girl's young nipples pushing hard through her white blouse.

'She likes it,' thought the aroused woman. 'She likes seeing us like this.' And she smiled up at the girl, letting her pallu slide even further apart. She felt like the world's biggest slut, exposing herself in this crazy way to a complete stranger. But she was out of control now, and loving it.

Akash watched his mother's reactions, recognizing each in turn, the shock, the shame, and then the excitement. He also saw the waitress' reaction as his mother's pallu moved apart. Her eyes were glued to the space between Nandini's breasts, and he helped the situation by flicking away the edge of the saree. All three watched as the pallu fell down on the outside of her left hand.

The sight of her aroused nipples was beyond belief. The nipples were waiting to burst out of that skimpy blouse, showing off her deepest secrets. Without thinking, Akash again slid his fingers inside Nandini’s petticoat and let his finger rub the length of that exposed slit, feeling the wetness there, before twirling once around his mother's clit. She shuddered, the touch sending all kinds of electricity through her sex.

"You guys are too awesome," the waitress whispered. "But try to keep it under control, okay? I don't want the boss to find out." Akash winked at her, before pulling his mother's pallu back over her.



"No problem," he said, smiling.



The waitress looked at him, marveling at his confidence. She quirked a smile back at him, and placed his water in front of him.



"Why don't you two take a minute to decide what you'll be ordering, and I'll be back."



Nandini was blinking, trying to get herself under control again, and she looked over at Akash. He looked directly at her, and then put his finger in his mouth, sucking the juice off of it. The juice that had come directly from her aroused pussy.



"Oh, you're good, kid," she smiled. "I don't think I have much to teach you. Where did all of this come from?"



"Come from? From you, Nandini," he smiled. "You inspire me."



"Well, you're definitely on the right track for that reward." And she squeezed his cock with her hand still trapped under his. The shaft felt so thick, so powerful. And it bounded under her fingers.



They ate their meal lingeringly, with smoldering glances for the other. Throughout, Nandini kept a possessive hand on her son's cock, massaging it and keeping it erect. She loved tracing its length from top to bottom, wondering how long it was, how it compared with Pankaj'. And every once in a while, Akash would let his fingers travel inside his mother's petticoat to dally in her hot pussy, exploring the naked folds. He would allow his fingertip to penetrate just slightly into her hole, feeling the sucking walls surround him.



Nandini delighted in the sensation of her son exploring the place he came from all those years before. And he would always take good care to clean his finger with his tongue after each journey. Once, when she saw the waitress on her way back to the table, she captured his hand before it could get there and brought the finger instead to her own lips. Looking the waitress right in the eyes, she licked the tangy moisture off her son's finger. She felt Akash's cock pulse under her as he watched her salacious action. The waitress' eyes closed and she supported herself on the table for a second.



"Oh god," she whispered, "I think I just came. I've never seen anything as sexy as you two. Have you been together long?"



"Just tonight," said Akash.



"All of our lives," said Nandini at the same time. They looked at each other and giggled.



"Well, all I can say is that I hope I get as lucky as you guys. Can I get you anything else?"



"What else could we need?" Nandini smiled at her son's statement.



"How about the check," she said, her eyes sparkling. The young woman took a deep breath, turned away. When she was gone, Akash took out 2000 Rs note.



"Let's leave her something to remember us by," he whispered. Nandini's eyes widened as he took the 2000 Rs note and slipped it between her legs. With a gentle swipe, he drew it along the length of her sopping pussy, and then, taking it out, folded it lengthwise to seal the juice within, before leaving it on the table.



"How considerate," Nandini laughed, and leaned over to kiss her son. It was a soul-searching kiss, with tongues fully extended and dueling together. Mother and son were connected as they had never been before, hungrily devouring each other.


And when they got up to leave, Akash adjusted his achingly hard cock so that it wasn't quite so obvious. But Nandini had no recourse for the large damp spot on the back of her dress.

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In the car on the way home, Akash's brain was still whirling from the events of the night. He had been making out with his Mom, for crying out loud! But better than that, he had been so sure of himself with every step of the way. Maybe it was because she was so clearly willing, so obviously into what he was doing.

He could still taste his mother's juices on his tongue, the tangy flavor so sweet to him. And, he remembered, she would have the same taste on her tongue! Wow, this whole evening had been too wild. And she had promised him some reward as well! Perhaps they would look at some more porn together.

Nandini, too, was quiet, thinking through everything she had done that night. Some of it had been according to plan, but Akash had been more inventive than she had expected. The way he had involved the waitress in their games had blown her mind. She was still dripping thinking about the look on the girl's face when Akash had shown her Nandini's cleavage. But it was time now for the next phase.

"Akash?"

"Yeah, Nandini?"

"First, it's time to start calling me Mom again, if you don't mind."

"Sure thing, 'Mom,'" he replied, patting her high up on her left leg, and then leaving his hand there. His strong touch took her breath away. He was so sure of himself now! Everything was going so well.

"Second, I have a few questions for you."

"Okay, shoot."

"One: do you think Divya Singhal will look as beautiful as I did tonight?"

"Huh? Divya Singhal? No, I guess not."

"Two: do you think she will dress as sexily?"

"Hmmm..." Akash pondered, his hand absently rubbing the inside of Nandini's thigh. The warmth emanating from her pussy enveloped his fingers. "Well, she did say she was going to dress pretty hot, but I don't imagine she'd go out in such a skimpy dress with no bra or panties."

"Mm-hmm. Three: do you think she would let you do the wonderful stuff we did tonight?"

"Good question, Mom," Akash said. He let his fingers slide onto his mother's puffy labia, still slick with her secretions. He loved that he was driving his Dad's car while fingering his Mom. His cock was still hard as steel, and he couldn't wait to get home so he could relieve the tension there.

Nandini loved the feel of her son's hand on her. However, she had been riding the edge of an orgasm all night, and she wanted the feeling to last. She grasped his wrist lightly and urged it away from her center.

"Answer the question, Mister."

He reluctantly obeyed her, and thought carefully.

"Well, Mom, all I can say is I'm not sure. She has a reputation as a pretty wild girl, that's for sure. But in any case, whatever she came up with would never be as crazy as what we've been doing."

"That's my boy. You got all three questions correct, so you definitely win the prize tonight. But I want you to remember this: no matter who you go out with in the future, no matter how terrifying it might be, you will always know that you got your own mother to show off her pussy in public. You licked her juices off of your finger in front of a complete stranger. You made her so hot that she Frenched you after sucking her juices off of you. You have nothing to be worried about. Do you understand?"

With each sentence, with each dirty word his mother said, Akash' cock jumped a little in his pants.

"You mean," he rasped, roughly grasping her thigh, "that because I was able to get my mother to hold my cock for the whole of dinner, rubbing me with her little hand in a restaurant, I don't have to feel scared of anything Divya Singhal might challenge me with?"

"Oh, honey, you've got it," Nandini moaned, her senses flooding as she heard her son describe how she jacked him through his pants all night. She grabbed Akash' hand and pulled it tight against her sopping slit, and burst into a wild orgasm, right there, in her husband's car. Akash felt her spasm under his hand, the tender peach of her pussy throbbing wetly against his fingers. His heart soared as he witnessed his mother in the most private of ecstasies.

"Ohhhh! Oh," she sighed, coming down from the intense high. "Ohhh. Shit. Now you made your Mommy cum, too."

Pankaj Sharma had been on tenterhooks all evening. He couldn't concentrate on anything. His work sat undone, the television blared without his noticing it. He was pacing in the living room, wondering where his wife and son were. He had watched them go out together, Nandini dressed like a fucking slut, practically begging to be taken advantage of. And what had he done about it?



"Nothing," he growled, out loud. "Fucking shit, that's what I did."



But part of him knew that if it happened again, he would again stand aside. In fact, that was why his penis was like a steel rod in his pants. Every once in a while, he would stroke it through his clothes. It felt as hard and as long as he had ever known it. Because, truth be told, this was as intensely exciting a scenario as he had ever imagined.



His wife was out on a hot date with their son.



"Oh shit," he groaned as he felt a shiver run through his whole being. He couldn't touch himself or he would explode. And he wanted so desperately to save that feeling for a while longer. He had an idea it would only get better.



He heard the soft purr of the Porsche (HIS Porsche, mind you), as the sleek car pulled into the driveway. The car stopped, the engine shut off. For several agonizing moments nothing happened. He didn't dare look out the window, the pain and desire warring within his mixed-up psyche. In his mind's eye he pictured the beautiful woman in the skimpy black saree and the handsome boy in the blazer leaning towards each other to share a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss.



"Ohhhh FUUUCKK," he nearly screamed. What kind of torture was this?


The car door slammed shut, first one, and then after a few seconds, the other. He imagined the couple proceeding up the front walk. Maybe they were holding hands? No, maybe the boy had his hand around the woman's waist. Or worse, her shoulder, letting his fingers dangle down to touch the upper swell of her breast. His cock was ready to explode. He only hoped his heart could take this.