Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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"Does a guy get a good-night kiss on the first date?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

Akash leaned close to his mother, his eyes searching hers. All he saw was nervous excitement, acceptance. She was still flushed from her orgasm of minutes before, her eyes sparkling, her lips full and parted. Her tongue anxiously darted out to wet those lips.

And he kissed her again, hungrily attacking her mouth with his. Their tongues met in a wild duel of sexual appetite. Her slim body molded itself against his, her breasts squashed against his powerful chest. He could feel the hot peaks of her nipples through his thin shirt.


Akash loved the feel of his cock caught between their bodies, and wanting to increase the pressure on his erection, pulled her tight, one hand on her back, the other lower. His mother accepted the move, pulling deeply into him. His hand fell lower, lower, onto the exciting curve of her ass, the firm cheek thinly disguised by the black dress. He let his fingers curl into the crack of her butt, pushing the material deep.

Nandini felt the fingers in the depths of her ass, pushing further, seeking more deeply. She crushed her mouth harder against her son's mouth, urging him further. And when she felt the slide of his middle finger reach that most private of holes, she moaned deeply into her boy.

"Mmmmm...," she murmured, pulling away from the intense kiss, but not disengaging her body from the contact with his fingers or his cock. "Careful there, Cowboy," she purred sexily. "Gotta save something for later, you know."

"Do I really have to, Mom?" Akash let his finger rub over what he was pretty sure was her asshole. That sexy sexy place he had been wishing to see ever since she had stood leaning on his desk with her ass pushed towards him.

"Yes, son," she giggled, "you really have to. That is, if you want your special reward."

Reluctantly, the handsome boy let his fingers slide out from that special haven, drifting down the back of her leg in a loving caress. He allowed his mother to pull away, while she found the key in her purse.

Those few minutes when he knew that Nandini and Akash were out of the car but not in the house seemed endless to Pankaj. But when he heard the key in the lock, he hurried to his office, trying desperately to seem unconcerned. The front door opened, and he popped his head out to greet his family.



The sight of them was mind-blowing. His beautiful wife's carefully coiffed hair was in disarray, strands stuck to her face in the light sheen of sweat that covered her. Her lips looked bruised, her dress wrinkled.



And Akash looked as bad, his eyes bright, his cheeks flushed. And the way he turned quickly away suggested to his father that he was hiding the physical evidence of their mutual arousal.



"Did you have a good time, folks?" Pankaj hoped his cheery voice didn't sound too strained.



"Of course," Nandini replied, calmly, as she tucked her hair behind one ear. "Akash, sweetie, go upstairs and get ready. I'll be there shortly."



The boy bounded up the stairs, his face flaming hot. He had known that it might be strange facing his father after his date with his mother, but it was more difficult than he had imagined. Even so, he knew what he wanted, and that involved obeying his mother's wishes right now. And in any case, he thought, as he closed the door to his room and took off his blazer, wasn't it Dad who told him to go ahead with this? He was pretty sure that his father hadn't known what he was referring to when he asked him about pursuing a relationship with an older woman, he reminded himself as he stripped down to his boxers, but even so.



Downstairs, Nandini smiled serenely at her husband, and started to proceed up the stairs herself. Pankaj panicked, and raced out to follow her. He couldn't miss the way her exposed her curved back, and his cock pulsed again in his pants.



"Honey," he said in a strained voice, "what did you mean by Akash getting ready?"



"Do you really want to know?" Nandini kept on walking up the stairs. Pankaj came up behind her.



"Shouldn't I?" She turned to face him. He saw self-assurance on her pretty features.



"I'm sure I don't know," she replied carelessly, raising one eyebrow. He was two steps below her, and he saw how hard her nipples were. In fact, there was a definite odor about her, one that hitherto he had associated only with their bedroom. He found himself at a loss for words. She shrugged, and turned around again, entering their bedroom. He followed helplessly.



In their bedroom, she slipped the pallu off of her shoulders and started removing her saree. Then she removed her blouse and petticoat and let it slide down her flawless body into a pool around her high-heeled sandals. Underneath, as he had known all along, she was completely naked. Her pussy lips appeared swollen and dark pink, her breasts suffused in a light blush, the nipples hard and proud, peaked on each perfect mound.



She sat on the edge of the bed. She felt no concern at all about how she must appear to her lawfully wedded husband. After all, he was a willing party in this game from early on. He must have known the consequences, after all. She pulled one leg up to undo the strap, allowing the man she had loved all of these years to see how inflamed her sex was.


And he missed none of it. The inner lips were practically bright red, and her clit, so naked now with the familiar pubic hair removed, stood forth like a sentinel at the top of that tender slit. Every few seconds, the hole at the center pulsed lightly, evidence of her still burning desire. She was like a living symbol of sexuality. He watched speechlessly as she undid the first sandal, then, leaving her legs wide spread, turned to undo the other.

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"H-honey," he stammered. She looked up at him, still exposing herself fully to him.

"Yes, dear?"

"I- I feel so confused."

"I don't," she replied confidently. "And I'm really not that sure that you do either."

"Huh?"

She stood up, the second sandal dangling from her finger, and approached him, Venus-like in her naked splendor. With her other finger, she traced down his chest, smiling at him all along, her gorgeous eyes smoky with lust. And when her finger found his cock, straining at the front of his pants, he nearly jumped out of his skin. She swirled her fingertip around the head of his erection.

"This bad boy down here is pretty clear on how he feels, isn't he?"

He could only nod.

"Save it for me, sweetie, won't you?"

He closed his eyes and gasped in relief. She would come back to him.

Nandini stood outside her son's door for the fourth night in a row. She realized now that she had been fooling herself the last three nights. Yes, it was true that she was helping her son out. It was perfectly clear that he had gained a level of sexual confidence that he had lacked previously. However, she was definitely there for herself as well.

How had this happened, she wondered, this strange attraction to her son? She was a perfectly normal woman, at least up until this week. Perhaps it was seeing her son masturbating, and realizing just how much he resembled his father. Or, worse, was it just because those pictures inflamed her outrageously, and she associated them with her boy?

It was too late to worry about that now. She had made up her mind, and dressed accordingly. Akash was about to get his reward.

She opened the door.

Akash watched the door open, casually leaning back against his headboard. He was still wearing his boxers, as had been their routine, but this time he sat on top of the covers, not bothering to hide the incredible erection he had been sustaining all night. His balls felt tight, almost painful in their desire to release the load of sperm he had been building up. But he held his hands behind his head, smiling lazily as his mother entered his bedroom.

She was wearing an amazing outfit. It was a white corset with a shelf bra, so that her tits lay on top of the lingerie, fully exposed, the perky nipples pointing upwards. The bottom of the corset was like a garter belt, and attached to thigh high white stockings. She had a tiny g-string on under the straps of the garter which barely pretended to cover her sex. In fact, the little string of the panties had slipped between her lips, so that they engulfed it.

He whistled softly.

"Pretty fucking nice, Mom."

"You like?"

"How could I not? Everything about you is designed to make a man go wild."

"Not just any man, silly boy. You."

Akash gasped as she said it. This was too awesome. She strutted over to his bedside, standing next to him. Her legs seemed so long in this outfit, so well defined by the stockings.

"So, we gonna look at more porn?"

"Uh-uh," she whispered. "I'm your porn tonight."

Wordlessly, he reached up and put a finger on her right nipple, feeling the hard nub and the tender skin around it. She moaned softly, closing her eyes. The feel of her son's finger on her was a balm that soothed her jangling nerves. This was so right, so wrong.

"I want to see you, too," she murmured, looking intensely down at him. He calmly lifted his hips up off the bed, invitingly. She found herself kneeling down next to him, reaching out with her hands to grasp the sides of his boxers. His skin was so hot! With a finger on each side, she started to work the boxers over his hips. His hand slipped around the side of her torso, down her back to the bare cheeks of her ass. He filled his grip with the firm flesh of her butt, amazed at the solid yet soft feel of her.

As the waistband of the boxers came down, it snagged on the head of his cock and pulled it straight up. She saw the dense tangle of his pubic forest, so manly, like a lion's mane. The base of his cock was visible and it looked thick, so thick and solid. She leaned further down and placed her head on his stomach, looking down at the monster still concealed by his underwear. Her heart was pounding, but she had an undeniable need to see the rest.

Akash felt her breath, quick and shallow, riffle through his pubic hair and tickle his shaft. He had a beautiful view now of her back down to her exquisite ass, the tiny g-string running between her cheeks. He so wanted to see between her legs, that awesome view from the back where everything is presented so neatly. But he knew the power of the moment lay in his own unveiling, so he contented himself with caressing her ass lightly.

The waistband rose up, up, ever higher up the long hard shaft of the cock in front of her. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation, her eyes wide, fixated on the increasing evidence of her son's adulthood. She was close enough to see the little bumps where each hair grew out of the erection. There was a gorgeous blue vein along one side that pulsed along with the rhythm she could hear in Akash' body, the signs of his life, his vitality all around her, overwhelming her.

There was the darker circle where he had been circumcised. So close now. So close. The flanged rim of his dark purple glans came into view, and then, the whole cock slipped from its imprisonment and slapped down on his belly right in front of her. She was faced with the head of his cock, less than an inch away from her, gleaming softly in the light. Her tongue snaked out uncontrollable to taste that wetness that her son had produced.

Akash felt her warm tongue rasp across the head of his cock and groaned aloud. He was so excited, he knew it would take less than the tiniest stimulation to make him explode, so he reached down to pull his mother's head away from his cock.

Nandini felt his strong hand in her hair, but she couldn't stop now. The taste of him filled her mouth, the slippery saltiness of his pre-cum. She had to taste more. She was addicted. So she slipped lower down and captured the head of him between her red lips.

"Oh... Fuck! Mom! Noooo..."

She felt him jerk, felt the head of his cock expand within the confines of her mouth. Her tongue worked lovingly over the sensitive area just below the glans. And then his crisis was upon him. His hips jerked upward, pushing several inches of him deep into her mouth. Her eyes flew wide with the sudden invasion of her mouth, but she kept still, letting him savor the hot feel of her around him.

The first rope of his cum exploded out of him and splashed deep in her mouth. She started swallowing frantically, her tongue working around his shaft. That first ejaculation had been too deep for her to taste, but he pulled back for the second, and this time his flavor filled her mouth with its sticky thickness. It was sweet beyond belief, this life-giving fluid that her son's body had created.

And then her mouth started to overflow with the huge amount of spend. A little rivulet of white escaped and flowed down her chin. She swallowed as much as she could, until at last, he only dribbled a small flow, which she licked up with her cum-coated tongue. His cock, still as hard as rock slipped from her mouth to slap wetly against his stomach. She savored the manly flavor of him still lingering, before sitting up to look at her boy.

"Ohhhhh... Shit, Mom," he groaned, "that was fucking fantastic." He opened his eyes lazily, looking at her.

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She smiled, and daintily wiped the stray sperm from her chin before sucking on her fingers to enjoy the last drops.

"Yes, it was, son. I loved every second of it."

Akash sat up and removed his boxers. He then stood up next to her, while she curled sexily on top of his bed.

"Mom, could you do something else for me?"

"Anything, Akash."

"Would you pose like that girl in the first picture?"

"Why," she giggled, "I thought you'd never ask!"

She stretched her arms over her head, so that her tits pulled taut on her chest, then sat up on her knees in front of her naked son. Pulling him down to her, she settled her mouth on his, attacking his tongue with hers. He felt the hard tips of her nipples against his bare chest, and his cock against her corset.

"Mmmm. You kiss good, son."

She turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder at him with a sexy smile, then settled herself down on the bed on her elbows and knees so that her ass was pushed up into the air towards him. She wiggled her legs apart. She knew she was opened up for him, displaying everything she normally should hide from a son. How wicked this was, how sinfully delightful!

He took in the sight before him. Just like that redhead, her ass cheeks were wide open, the little string of the g-string passing over her pretty dark pink anus, and below, captured by the thick lips of her pussy, which pulsed in her excitement. The thin material was drenched by her juices.

The boy grasped his mother's ass cheeks and pulled them further apart, opening her up as much as possible. His thumbs gripped deep in the cleft of her ass, stretching the tender skin there. He leaned his torso forward and settled his still achingly hard cock into that valley, fitting it neatly between the plump cheeks so that the underside of his erection dragged across her anus.

Nandini had never felt so alive. The thick hardness of him against her most intimate place. She had only ever had anal sex once, and that had been more to satisfy her lover of the time. It had not been particularly comfortable, and she did not pursue it again. But now, her anus throbbed in excitement. Would he take her there? She held her breath.

Akash was in heaven, also. Every inch of his cock felt electric. He dragged the length of him up and down her ass, the string of her panties the only barrier between him and her. His Mom was leaning deeply into the bed, her head turned away from him so he could only see her hair. He pulled down now, the head of his cock slipping deep into her ass cleft. He looked down and saw it poised right over her anus, his sensitive skin rubbing against the dark wrinkles of her hole.

But just below, sat the juicy lips of her pussy, and he needed that, too. So he continued his journey down to her sex, the head of his cock pushing those lips apart. With a little grunt he seated the end of his cock between them, seating the string of her g-string deep into the canal of her vagina. His mother gasped.

Was this going to be the moment, she wondered, the moment when her son re-entered where he came from? The feeling of the bulbous head at the doorway to her depths was taking her breath away. But no, she felt it slip out, making a light sucking noise, and it glided gently over her clit.

"Ooooohhhhh, Akash," she groaned, "that's too fucking much, baby."

Akash grinned to himself. He wasn't done by a long shot. With one hand he began to undo the snaps of her garters, allowing the stockings to slip down her long white legs. Now freed, he pulled the g-string over her wondrous ass and slipped it down her legs. It stuck wetly to her pussy, the string working out of her.

"Mmmm, nice," she murmured.

"I agree, Mom," he laughed, "it's so fucking 'nice.'" Her sex lay glistening in front of him, the lips suffused with blood. Her rosebud winked at him above the end of that long slit. It was a feast, and he was determined to eat. He knelt behind her and began to lick the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh! What are you doing?" Her squeal turned into a moan as he worked his tongue over her ass, moving ever inward.

"No, Akash," she said urgently, "no, honey, you can't dooooo that! Oh, fuck, it's too fucking dirty, sweetie!" But she made no movement to stop him, her cries only encouraging him deeper. In fact, she felt her hips move back towards him as he traveled the last inch to come into contact with that dirtiest of places.
He felt the wrinkled skin under his tongue and rejoiced in the feel of it. It tasted a little bitter, but so sweet as well, the feel of his mother's asshole. He worked around it with his tongue, the rim of muscles bunching against him. With one hand he steadied her ass, and with the other he reached under her to tease her pussy. And when his fingers found her clit, she jerked, shaking.

She was all electricity. How could this be so exciting? Her asshole was so sensitive, it was like she had two clits, one on either side. His tongue now pushed against her, and wondrously slipped inside, stimulating her anus on all sides at once.

"Ohhhhhh... Fuuuuuuuck, you sweet, sweet boy!!"

Her anus captured his tongue and held it there, as he lovingly rimmed her out. He had never done this before, but it felt so natural, so perfect with his mother. He could think of nowhere else he would ever want to be but settled between her ass cheeks. Her clit was pulsing under his fingers, and she was continuously moaning into the bedsheets, pushing her ass out against his mouth. He started pushing in and out with his tongue.

It was like a miniature cock inside her, so insistent, moving back and forth within her. His fingers worked magic on her clit at the same time, so that she found herself, almost against her will, pulled over the edge of an incredibly intense orgasm.

"Maaaaaax! Oh, oh, oh, OHHHHHHHHH!"

She writhed and shivered under his tongue and fingers, the orgasm ripping through her like a hurricane. She pushed hard against him, deep-seating his tongue inside her ass, then collapsed down onto the bed, trapping his hand against her hot wet quim.

"Oh. Oh. Oh, shit, Akash. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" Her breath came in ragged gasps. He leaned his face sideways against her ass, the hot skin like the best cushion in the world.

"I think it just came naturally, Mom."

"Well, if that's natural to you, I'd hate to see what kinky is," she giggled, and they both found themselves laughing. He slipped next to her on the bed, and she locked eyes with him.

"Kiss me, you wonderful boy," she smiled.

He leaned into her, that tongue that had just been up her ass now probing forcefully between her lips. She tasted herself on him, a thought that up until now would have disPankajted her. But how could she deny him, this boy that had given her so wonderful an experience?

They kissed passionately, mother and son. His cock throbbed, harder than ever, and then he turned her onto her back, and she spread her legs willingly for him. He settled himself on top of her, supporting himself on his outstretched arms. They looked intently into each other's eyes, and then the mother reached down and grasped the shaft of her son's hardness, pulling it into her soft wetness.

The contact was electrifying. The heat generated by the two organs of procreation urged them together, to complete the circuit. His cock slipped inch by inch into the canal that he had come out of so many years before. And when he was fully seated inside her, they breathed out together.

"I love you, Mom."

"And I love you too, Akash."

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Pankaj couldn't help but hear each and every moan coming from his son's bedroom. Hearing his wife cry out like that was intense. More intense was knowing that it was their son who was satisfying her so perfectly. The cries of sexual passion increased in volume and urgency.

"Oh, oh, OHHH, GOD! That's so gooooood!"

"Mom, oh fuck, oh Mom, I love this, ohhhhhhh!"

And he knew they came together, there in his house, just down the hall. And still he waited, waited for her to fulfill her promise.

And when she came into their room, her hair wild, her face sweaty, her chest heaving, her tits flushed, her pussy red and dripping, he knew he was as deeply in love as he could be.

"Take off those clothes, Pankaj," she ordered, her eyes flashing. He obeyed as quickly as he could. "Now lie down on the bed." He leaped to the bed and lay on his back, his hard hard erection pulsing in the air.

She prowled towards him, then climbed over him, positioning her inflamed pussy over his face.

"Eat me," she growled, settling herself down.

He had no choice. The sopping pussy was pressed against him. His tongue snaked out to taste her. And to taste something else as well. The deeply salty, slightly bitter taste of his own son's cum dripping out of his mother's well-used cunt. He drank the bitter draught down, accepting the consequences of his decisions. He lapped at the well of her sex, pushing as deep inside her as he could in search of more of his son's white deposits.

"Fuck meeee," Nandini screamed, loving the attack of her husband's tongue inside her, his acceptance, her sexual satisfaction. And when he fastened his lips around her distended clit, she exploded for the fourth time that night.

"Mmmm," she said as she slid down his body, "that's what you get, Pankaj." She kissed him deeply, tasting herself and her son in his mouth. He kissed avidly back.

"But now," she continued, "you get your reward, too." Her decision had been made only just that night, when Akash had been sucking on her ass. She slipped lower down, and took him in her mouth. It was amazing how different father and son were. Although not particularly longer, Pankaj' cock was definitely thicker. She shuddered at the implications, but made sure to slobber her saliva all over his shaft. She knew that she was certainly wet enough.

And when she was satisfied that he was fully lubricated, she positioned herself in a squat above her wonderful husband and placed the thick tip of his cock directly against her ass hole. She bore down and pushed down at the same time, and was amazed to feel how easily the head of him slipped inside of her.

Pankaj looked on in amazement. He had been passive until now, but the feel of her sphincter around the head of his erection was a spur to action. He grabbed her around the hips and started pulling her down. Her eyes flew open wide as she felt him probe deeper and deeper into her bowels.

"Oh, shit, Pankaj," she whispered, "be gentle, please?"

Every inch or so, he paused to allow her to get used to the thickness of him. Also, it gave him a chance to come down off the intense high of being inside her ass for the first time. And then, he was completely inside her, and her bottom was against his thighs. Her legs were spread wide apart, her swollen pussy stared at him, so red from the multiple ravagings it had received that night. He wet a finger in his mouth and slid it inside her, feeling his cock through the thin membrane that separated them.


"Mmmmm, that's sooooo fucking hot, lover," she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. Her breasts heaved with her breath. He worked his finger in and out, rubbing over the length of his own erection from within her. And then she started to move her hips, pulling up and down his cock, little by little, more and more, increasing her rhythm and speed. She could feel every ridge of his cock rub over her tender ass hole.

And then, suddenly, wildly, he flipped her around on his cock, and took her from behind, standing against the edge of the bed, sawing his hardness into her with a ferocity she had never experienced before. Incredibly, she felt the waves of pleasure overtaking her for the fifth time that night. How was it possible? She had never thought she could cum from something in her ass.

And Pankaj, too, was cresting, until with a howl, he pushed all the way deep into her, his pulsing cock depositing its cream deep into her bowels. Nandini screamed too, her own orgasm pushing her over the edge. She could feel every spurt of him deep inside her, where she had never known such heat.

They collapsed together on the bed, still joined by his cock deep inside her ass and fell soundly asleep in seconds.

Every morning was better than the one before. Nandini was sighing with complete relaxation as she stood at the kitchen counter. She felt suffused with contentment. A golden glow surrounded everything. And deep within her, she could feel the little burn that signified a well-fucked pussy.



"And ass," she laughed quietly to herself, the tender opening of her anus still feeling bruised from the fucking it had received the night before. She had awoken to feel her husband's soft cock still embedded in the completely relaxed sphincter. With a little 'plop' it had fallen out when she turned over. Pankaj didn't even awaken, but just turned over and continued sleeping.



Friday morning, she thought to herself. Tonight was Akash' big date. She didn't think it would be a problem for him. Not with his newfound confidence.



She felt two strong arms encircle her waist and pull her back to a tight embrace.



"Morning, Mom," came her son's voice. She felt the insistent throb of his penis nestled deep in her ass. She nearly swooned, thinking of the last time she had felt that.



"Ooohh, lover, what a way to say good morning," she husked.



His mom was wearing a thin satin robe that came down just below her ass. By the feel of her, there was nothing underneath. Akash ground his cock against her firm butt, loving how she pushed back at him. He was wearing simple cotton pajama pants, nothing on top. He slipped his hands up to cup her tits through the gown.



"You like?"



"How could I not, Akash. But," she continued, pulling her ass from him, "we've got to take it easy, honey. Your Dad will be coming downstairs soon."



"Soon," he replied, pulling her back to him. "Not now."



Oh God, she thought, I can't resist him. She turned her head over her shoulder and met his mouth in a lover's kiss. His hand went inside her gown to knead her breast, the tender nipple mauled by his insistent grasp.



"Oh Akash, no," she whined, "you've got to stop now," but her ass ground back into his cock without cease.



He smiled wickedly, and pulled her nightgown over her ass. With one hand he slipped his hard long cock out of his pajamas. It slithered between her legs and lay underneath her tender sex. The wetness there coated him quickly.



"Your mouth says to stop, but your pussy has other ideas," he growled, sawing his erection back and forth across her slit. He was so hard she thought she could sit on his cock and it would support her weight entirely.



"Oh fuck," she whispered, tipping her hips back so that the head of his cock caught in her wet hole. With a mighty thrust he filled her completely, the slap of his belly against her ass loud in the quiet kitchen. This was so wrong. How could she let him do this? How could he overcome her so easily?



He held her tits tightly in his hands, using them as leverage to bang her mercilessly. The sound of their coupling filled the room, the slippery whisper of their flesh against each other proof positive of her own excitement. They grunted quietly as he filled her again and again.



"Nandini?"



She froze, her eyes wide as she heard Pankaj call from upstairs. Akash didn't even miss a beat, pushing hard into her so that her breath left her with a soft "oof." She frowned back at him, and he smiled again, so charming, so sinful. He slipped back out, his cock like a saber, her pussy feeling so empty as it withdrew. Pausing at the end, he slowly went right back in again. The head rubbed deliciously over the most sensitive parts of her. She closed her eyes in surrender.



"Nandini!"



"I—I'm in the k-kitchen," she managed to stutter, as Akash started to pick up speed again.



"Have you seen my red tie?"



Slap-slap-slap.



"Mmmm..." she tried desperately to think. How could she stop him from coming in here?



"In the closet, I think?" Her hands gripped the counter to steady herself. The sensations were starting to build, increased by the surreal situation.



"I looked there!" She could hear his footsteps on the stairs, starting to come down. Akash increased the speed of his thrusts, and she started to cum.



"Oh!" escaped her mouth. Akash' face was deep in concentration.



"Honey? What's wrong?" Pankaj' voice sounded full of concern. He was nearing the bottom of the stairs. He would be in the kitchen in any second.



"Uh, uh, uh... Maybe it's d-downstairs in the l-laundry room," she said, as her orgasm overtook her. She felt Akash push once more deep inside, and felt the base of his cock pulsing against her distended labia. He was coming once again into her very depths.





The kitchen door started to open, and Akash was all at once leaning casually by the counter, pouring himself some orange juice. The front of his pajama bottoms were damp, but he thought his Dad wouldn't notice that.



Nandini turned to face Pankaj, hoping that she wasn't too obviously sexually aroused.



"In the laundry room?" Pankaj looked over at his wife. She seemed a little red in the face, but otherwise okay. She was leaning over the counter, reading the newspaper. Akash was on the other side of the kitchen.



"Oh, hey, son. I didn't know you were up."



"Morning, Dad," Akash said, smiling. How fucking awesome was this? He had just taken his mother in full daylight, and she had done nothing to stop him!



"Yes, Pankaj. I think maybe it was still around one of your shirts last week."



"Right," Pankaj said, striking his forehead. He walked across the kitchen to the door to the basement. A slither of Akash' cum escaped Nandini's pussy and wetly dripped down her leg, but her husband didn't see. When he was down the stairs, she quickly wiped her leg with a paper towel and turned to look accusingly at her son.



"What was that," she hissed.


Akash shrugged. Nandini knew something would have to change. But it would also have to wait until after tonight.

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Divya Singhal stood in her walk-in closet, rejecting outfit after outfit. How the fuck had she gotten herself into this mess? Akash Sharma was pretty cute, she allowed, but what had made her promise to dress 'hot' for their date? There was something about his nonchalance, his careless attitude towards her that excited her outrageously. Maybe it was just that she was so bored with all of those puppies who tried to go out with her. Why couldn't they step up and be men?

Of course, she reflected, it might have something to do with how stunningly beautiful she was. She struck a pose and looked at herself in the mirror. The image that looked back at her was too sexy for words.

"I'd tap that," she giggled.

She adjusted her red lace bra on her full boobs, then looked over her shoulder at her ass. The matching red lace thong made her butt look like candy. Too yummy. She pulled her gleaming straight brown hair up onto her head to see the full length of her back.

"Honey?" Her father's voice called her from outside her bedroom.

"Just a sec, Daddy," she called back, still looking deep into the eyes of her reflection. She winked sexily, and blew herself a kiss, before finding a short black silk kimono with gold dragons on it to wrap herself in. She stepped confidently out of her closet and went to open the door.

Rajesh Singhal was a very successful businessman. People throughout the town looked up to him, and his decisions shaped the lives of over half of them. His success had netted him the largest mansion, with four cars and a swimming pool. Every day, at work, he felt in charge, in command, self-confident.

And then he came home. His first wife, Devaki, had died ten years before. Although he had a succession of pretty women, he had never been able to settle on one. There was a void in his life. Or, not exactly, he would admit to himself when he was being particularly honest. The empty spot in his life was occupied, by his daughter, Divya. And she filled that spot only too well.

Now, for example, he thought, as he watched the tall, slim girl smile sweetly at him, before turning and walking back across her large bedroom. His eyes were immediately drawn to her long tanned legs. Just like her mother, she was too fucking sexy, and she knew it.

She grabbed a magazine from her desk and lay down on her king-size bed, facing away from him. One leg bent at the knee, she idly thumbed through the pages.

"What's up, Daddy,?"

He took a faltering step into her little kingdom, slowly circling around her. With each slow kick of her leg, the kimono slipped higher on her body. He tried desperately to pay no attention to the wondrous sexiness of her young body.

"Uh, what're your plans tonight, Princess?"

"Goin' on a date," she replied carelessly, as if she had no idea of what she was doing to him. This was a game she loved to play with her Daddy, whom she loved dearly. But it was too much fun to give up, to see him helpless, so unsure of himself. She suspected it might be a bit risky, what she was doing, but she couldn't seem to help herself.

He settled himself on the bed next to her, and she kept her face steadfastly away from him. Couldn't make him feel like she might catch him looking. Her heart pounded as she felt the weight of him shift the mattress down.

She was so innocent, lying there on the satin sheets. Her kimono stopped just above the bottom of her ass cheeks, that little crease at the top of each leg where thigh became ass. God, he was lost. You could see the space between her legs where her pussy would be, and each kick of the leg caused the gap to widen and then become smaller again.

"Who's the lucky guy?" He tentatively placed a hand on her back, the small of her back, just above where her panties would be. The silk was smooth under his hand, and he couldn't help but rub in little circles. It was completely innocent, he told himself. Just a Father and a Daughter having a little moment together.

"Akash Sharma. You know him?" His hand felt delightful, so light, so shy. She made no move to discourage him, still pretending an interest in the article in front of her.

"Uh, I don't think so. I know his Dad, though." His hand was causing the kimono to lift higher up her butt. He watched in amazement as the twin globes of her ass came into view, each just as golden as her legs. Unconsciously, his hand rubbed in larger circles, until he felt the edge of her panties under his fingers. He started, and moved his hand back away.

"Mmmmm, Daddy. Feels nice," Divya murmured, and lay her head down, stretching her arms upward. The kimono gave up the fight and slipped down the upper slope of her ass, so that it lay exposed to her father's hungry eyes. The red lace thong was buried between the firm cheeks. 

"Wh—what time is he picking you up?" He was saying anything to prolong the moment. He chanced a glance up at her head, but she was still blissfully unaware of his inappropriate interest in her exposed anatomy. He felt free to turn his attention back to that amazing ass, so blithely uncovered. His fingers traced the band of her thong across her lower back.

"Around 6:30," Divya murmured, her head still turned away. She knew she should do something to stop him, but he seemed so cute with the way he couldn't stop himself. Anyway, it was just for fun, nothing serious here. He was her Dad after all, and she trusted him completely.

Rajesh looked at his hand which seemed to have a mind of its own. His girl's kimono was now gathered around her waist and he was caressing bare skin. His finger pressed lightly into her lower back and then slipped under the waistband of that tiny thong. He could just feel the beginnings of the valley of her ass. Fatherly feelings fought with arousal, a brief but furious battle. With regret, he lifted the kimono and pulled it back down over her exposure. But he couldn't resist patting the splendid curve of her ass through the silk.

"Well, have fun, Princess. And don't be too harsh to him, okay?"

She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes sparkling. She loved him dearly.

"Of course, Daddy."

Akash Sharma rang the doorbell at the immense mansion. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Clearly designed to intimidate, the architecture was masculine and contemporary. The door was set in a huge plate glass wall so you could see the large foyer with the grand staircase inside.



Still, Akash was pretty sure of himself. After all, he had his Dad's Porsche again. And his Mom had told him that she had made reservations at the same restaurant that they had gone to the night before.



"You should feel pretty comfortable there, hmmm?" Her eyes twinkled, and she handed him a credit card with his name on it.



"Have fun, son," she whispered in his ear, then kissed him chastely on the cheek. His face still felt the imprint of her lovely lips.



Akash leaned casually by the door, looking out over the large well-manicured lawn. He had come to realize something in the last few days. Perhaps it wasn't so important to feel at ease around women. But it was important to project a sense of confidence, of self-assurance. It had somehow worked with Divya to this point. And even better, it had worked like a charm with his mother.



God, his mother! He still couldn't believe that he had balled her in their kitchen that morning. And she had been so willing, so wet, so hot. He thought dreamily of the feel of her sweet pussy around his dick. He was so preoccupied that he didn't hear the sharp clicking of his date's high heels across the marble floor of the foyer.



Divya Singhal had really pulled it off, as far as she was concerned. She had a pretty white cotton sundress on with little pink flowers embroidered around the hem. It came down below the knee, and flared out when she walked. Once upon a time, it had had a lining to conceal the anatomy underneath. But she had snipped it out carefully, leaving only the paper-thin cotton to protect her modesty. Ha! The thought made her smile. 'Who needs modesty with a body like mine?'



The front was low-cut between her boobs, showing off the inner slopes on each side. The back laced up leaving a nice gap all the way down to just above the start of her ass. Of course, there was no way to wear a bra with this dress, and the cotton was thin enough to make out the shadows of her nipples.



Underneath, she had chosen to wear a blue thong. She was aware that it wasn't as sexy as a g-string, but the effect through the cotton was what she was going for. Since you could see the electric blue so easily, her legs looked like they went up to her waist, and her ass cheeks were outlined precisely. She loved the impression of innocence overlying pure sexuality.



And there was her victim, leaning nonchalantly against the wall by the front door. There was no way he could keep up his act of not being blown away by her. She was in control here. Not him. Certainly not him.



"Hey there, Akash," she purred. He turned to look at her. His heart sped up when he saw what she was wearing. God, the dress hid nothing. But, still, it wasn't as sexy as the way his mother had dressed the night before. Calm, calm, he told himself.



"Not bad, girl," he said, with a low whistle, confidently looking her up and down.



"Told you I'd dress hot," she smiled, and twirled in the doorway. The dress flared up so that he could see up to the tops of her thighs, and then settled demurely back around her legs. But he refused to rise to the bait.



"Uh-huh, you did. And I definitely like it."



Divya frowned inside. Why the hell wasn't he stammering? Why wasn't he sweating, confused, unsure of himself. But outside, she kept up the pressure by leaning into him and kissing him softly on the cheek, making sure to push against his arm with her tits. Mmmm. He smelled good. Sexy.



"You ready to go, big guy?"



"Sure thing," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into him, tightly. His strength surprised her, and she let her body mold itself against his, suddenly feeling terribly naked. He was still leaning against the wall, looking down into her eyes. Shit, was he always this handsome, she wondered.



He saw the sudden confusion in her deep blue eyes, and knew he was on the right track. He held her close against him, feeling the soft curves of her through the thin cotton of her dress. His hand swept down, over the edge of her thong, down to cup her ass. He squeezed gently, the firm muscles of her toned butt yielding to his grasp.



"Kiss me," he demanded.



"Ooohh, Akash, my Dad could see us," she squirmed against him. She felt so warm, so comfortable in his arms. What the fuck was going on. She made no move to get away from his caress. He brought his other hand up to her face, and pulled her into him. Her lips parted unconsciously, and she closed her eyes as she felt his mouth find hers.



Akash was in seventh heaven. Who knew such confidence could net you so much? He crushed the pretty girl’s mouth against his, his tongue wetly swirling with hers. She was limp, her arms hanging by her side, her body pressed against his. And when he pulled away, she looked at him with glazed eyes, before blinking and pulling away coquettishly.



"Naughty boy," she laughed uncertainly. "I thought the kiss was supposed to come at the end of the first date."



He shrugged, smiling. She turned and saw his car, and ran to it, squealing.



"Oh. My. God. Is this your fucking car?!"



Still not saying anything, he sauntered over and opened the door for her. She slid in, her eyes wide. He walked around and got in opposite her.



"Even my Dad doesn't have anything this nice. Holy shit, where did you get it?"



"It's my Dad's actually, but he lets me drive it. Especially for dates with hot chicks."



She blushed. 'I can't believe the effect this guy has on me,' she thought. She wiggled on the leather seat, running her hand over the dashboard.



"It even smells sexy," she whispered. And it was true: there was a muskiness to the interior of the car that spoke of eroticism. Akash smiled to himself. After all, some of that smell had emanated from his mother the night before. He couldn't believe his luck. First his mom, now the sexiest girl in college.



The left strap had slipped off her golden shoulder as she looked around, and had fallen down to her elbow. The front of her dress on that side had peeled down along with it, so that her upper chest was exposed to view.



"No tan lines," he said, running a finger across the top of her shoulder. She shivered under his touch, and looked down at herself. She quickly hooked a finger into her strap and pulled it back up.



"Uh, yeah. Uh, I think you're getting too much information too quickly, Akash," she stammered.



"Nonsense," he replied, starting the car. "I don't think you could shock me."



"Oh, really. Maybe I could, if you let me."



"Well, maybe I'll let you try, tonight."


Her heart pounded. She was amazed to find that she was actually having fun. He was so unpredictable. And all of her dates had been so rote. It was new, being unsure of herself.

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The hotel manager raised one eyebrow when he saw Akash and Divya enter, but he was too professional to say anything. Akash was surprised when he led them to the same table he had shared with his mother the night before. His mother had thought of everything possible to make him comfortable, he guessed. Divya sat in the chair he had sat in last night, and Akash was just getting settled when he heard a little squeal.

"Ooh, God, it's you again!"

Akash looked up to see the same young waitress. But he was taking everything in stride now.

"Hello again," he smiled.

"Um, what's going on here?" Divya looked from the one to the other with a little frown on her face. This was her date, Akash was hers. She wouldn't tolerate any interference.

"Oh, Madame, I apologize," the waitress blushed. "But you should know," she leaned in, speaking low, "you're in for one heck of a night, if last night was anything to go by!"

Divya looked over at Akash, confused. He shrugged, then turned back to the young woman serving them.
"What's your name, anyway?"

"Ramona," she replied, smiling shyly. "By the way, I think you left me the best tip I've ever gotten!"

"Akash," hissed Divya as Ramona walked away with their drink orders, "what the hell did you do here last night?"

"I had a hot date, of course," replied Akash calmly. "Didn't you get the gist of it from our lovely waitress?"

"What do you mean by hot?"

"Just what I said." Akash leaned back, looking dreamily off into the distance as he recalled his antics with his mother. "She was pretty wild, let me tell you."

Divya was feeling annoyed. She didn't like the idea of her date thinking of some other woman while she was with him. At the same time, she was still turned on from the car ride.

"Oh, really. And what sort of wild things did she do, I wonder." Divya shrugged her shoulder, and let the strap of her dress fall down her arm. It slipped down past her elbow pulling the front of the dress with it. The edge snagged right on her nipple, the top of her areola showing. She was amazed with her boldness. If anyone looked over, they would see that she was sitting there with her tit practically jumping out of her bodice.

"Anything like this?"

He glanced over at her and took in her near exposure. He nodded, impressed despite himself. Divya looked so fresh and innocent, and yet so salacious at the same time.

"You're beginning to get there." His penis started to harden from the sight of Divya Singhal showing off her body to him. What a life!

"Oh, there's lots more where that came from, believe me," Divya retorted, satisfied that she was getting a little control back.

"Here are your drinks." Ramona was back, too quickly for the girl to cover herself up, so she put on a brave face and turned to the young waitress to get her beverage.

"Mmm. Things do move quickly at this table lately," the waitress smirked. Divya, still angry, refused to acknowledge the other woman, but took her soda and took a long draw from the straw.

"I think we're ready to order," Akash interposed, suddenly worried at the strange energies flowing around the table. Last night had been easier, because his mother had warned him ahead of time that things might get weird. But how far was Divya willing to go? He didn't want to push her too far and risk losing any chance with her.

He ordered the steak, but Divya took her time. She perused the menu one more time, all the while feeling the loose cotton rubbing on her nipple, still just out of view. She knew that all attention was on her, and she didn't want to let go of it. Now looking right up at the waitress, she asked again about the specials of the night, putting the woman through her paces. Each movement caused her dress to shift on her nearly exposed tit, and both Akash and Ramona found themselves holding their breath, wondering if the dress would fall off of that little protuberance.

Ramona was now sweating a little. She was usually the best waitress here, despite her young age, because of her self-assurance. But last night and tonight had shaken her confidence. She stammered through the specials, Divya asking her to clarify a couple of points. She mixed up the vodka cream sauce with the asparaPankaj reduction.

"Hmmm," Divya said, looking down at the menu one last time. She loved milking the situation, and knew she had her audience on tenterhooks. Finally, she gracefully lowered her elbow ever so slightly and the dress slipped off the distended nipple, baring her entire right breast, right there in the middle of the restaurant. Akash and Ramona let their breath out in an audible sigh as the beautifully proportioned globe came into view.

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Like his mother's, Divya's breast had no sag to it. However, where Nandini accomplished that with a small cup size, Divya's were a full C cup, rounded and ripe. The nipple sat on a puffy areola that stood an extra half-inch out from the contours of her breast. The entire projection forced the nipple in a slight upwards curve.

"I'll have the Caesar salad, please," Divya said, smiling brilliantly at the flustered waitress. Closing the menu with no trace of self-consciousness, she handed it to Ramona and turned to her date, clearly dismissing the waitress, who turned and stumbled back to the kitchen.

"She's a little unsure of herself, isn't she?" Divya took Akash's hand in hers and placed it on her leg under the tablecloth.

"Uh-huh," Akash smiled. "I wonder why?" Divya's leg was toned and taut from her gymnastics and volleyball. He enjoyed the strength of those leg muscles through the thin cotton. He took a quick look around, and realized that, even more than the night before, hardly anybody could see what was going on in their booth.

"Can't say," yawned Divya, stretching upwards, and thrusting her chest towards Akash. He was fully hard in his pants again.

"By the way, did I say how beautiful you look tonight?"

"Why, thank you, Akash," preened the gorgeous teenager, feeling a flush of warmth run through her body. She couldn't believe how things were turning out here. She had never let any boy see her boobs before at least the third date. It was usually too much fun leading them on. But tonight she was practically throwing herself at this guy. And it was even more fun this way.

Akash slid his arm around her shoulder, still holding on to her thigh. He pulled her towards him, slipping his fingers under the strap on her left shoulder. He just had to see how far this incredible girl would go with him. She looked at him, her brilliant blue eyes smoky, her body lithe and yielding. She closed her eyes as his face approached her and sighed softly. He pushed the strap of her dress off of the left shoulder as he kissed her, deeply, passionately. The thin strap slithered down her limp left arm, and in seconds Akash Sharma was holding a half-naked siren against him, her bare tits flushed in her excitement.

She pulled back from him, her eyes shining, sitting there with her perfect breasts standing proudly on her naked chest. She was breathing quickly, her nipples straining. She felt the cool breeze of the restaurant's air conditioning on her naked skin. Everything seemed so sexual; she felt so alive. The electricity ran down her body, coming together in her sex which felt warm and throbbing.

"Here's your br—oh fuck me." Ramona stood stock-still in front of them, blocking the rest of the establishment's clientele from seeing into the secluded booth. She put the bread down on the table, and gripped the edge while a shiver ran through her. "That is too fucking awesome, you guys."

"Get a grip, girl," Divya growled. "You look like you're about to cum right here." She was feeling more and more at home in this strange situation. And she was going to use this girl to help out her cause with Akash. Ramona's eyes looked glazed and unfocused as she nodded helplessly.

"Well, then, if you're so turned on, you've got to do something for us, also." The waitress looked at her with wide eyes, her pretty lips parted slightly. She nodded, uncertainly.

"What are you wearing under that blouse?" Divya's whisper was harsh, demanding.

"A—a chemise and a bra," the waitress replied softly.

"Go to the restroom and take them off, please. I want you serving us with only your blouse on top, got me?"

She nodded again, her cheeks turning red.

"Off you go, then," Divya said with finality. Akash looked on bemusedly.

"Well, I guess you can get pretty wild," he said to his half-naked date.

"You have no idea," she said, her eyes dancing with delight. He laughed, tracing a finger down her front to tease over her full tit, circling around the nipple, tracing its hardness. She purred, pushing her breast into his hand. He complied by cupping it with his hand, feeling its soft weight. He pinched the nipple tightly, and she moaned, feeling her panties grow moist. She slipped out of his grasp, and shrugged the dress back into place. In an instant she looked modest once more.

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"I like you, Divya Singhal," he murmured, and her heart soared.

The rest of the meal they spent playing with their poor waitress. When she returned with their salads, the sway of her full chest under her thin blouse was quite evident. She was clearly embarrassed, but stood at their table when Akash asked her to stay.

"Unbutton the top three buttons, please," he growled. Divya giggled. Ramona was frankly blushing at this point, the bright red of her cheeks pleasing against her honey blonde hair.

"Please," she whispered.

"Nonsense," he retorted. "You're loving this, aren't you?"

She nodded, and tremblingly undid the top button, then the next two. Divya and Akash watched as she hesitatingly went to the lowest button. With these buttons undone, her blouse would gape to below her tits. She knew that if she were caught doing this, she would be fired, but she seemed to have no will of her own. She finally complied, undoing the last button. She stood up straight, her hands behind her back.

The young couple could see her breasts, larger than Divya's, through the opening of her blouse. Akash had her lean forward to get Divya's glass. As she did so, her breast slipped out of the opening. Divya reached forward and tweaked the large pink nipple. Ramona squeaked, but continued what she had been doing. They allowed her to button back up before she left.

Later, Divya had a wicked idea.

"Akash, you're enjoying this aren't you?"

"What gave you that idea," he smiled.

"This," she said, boldly caressing his erection through his pants.

"Mmm. I guess that is a dead giveaway, isn't it?"

"Go with me here, okay?"

"Sure thing, doll," he replied, looking at her quizzically. Without a word, looking him straight in the eye, she unbuckled his belt and pants. Pulling the zipper down, she reached her slender fingers inside and grasped his cock. Deftly, she pulled it out the front of his trousers and started stroking it gently. It was a lovely example, not too huge, but thick and hard, the circumcised head a dark and angry red. Her fingers barely reached all the way around its girth.

He gasped, feeling her cool fingers on his hardness. The sensations were delightful, and heightened by the danger of doing this in public. Her touch danced and caressed his aching erection, keeping him on the edge while he nervously finished off his steak. He offered her a piece, which she accepted, her red lips stained with the juices.

"Ohh, lover," she whispered, "I definitely like your steak. She leaned in and kissed him deeply again, her tongue wrestling with his. She caught the sight of Ramona coming back, and pulled away. "Drop your napkin," she hissed. He obeyed.

Despite her nerves, Ramona had been enjoying every moment. She had never felt so turned on in her life. This kid and his women were so wild! Her legs were like jelly, and she was sure that every one of her customers could tell how aroused she was. But she had managed to keep it together, although she had had to take a break in the bathroom to touch herself, wildly fingering herself to a quick and rough orgasm before making a desperate attempt to dry off her dripping snatch.

When she saw the napkin flutter to the ground, she swooped down automatically to pick it up. At this point she was confronted by the rude sight of the young man's hard cock being stroked right in front of her nose.

"Take him in your mouth," came the soft yet insistent instruction from the girl. She obeyed instinctively, feeling the bulbous head pass her lips, hot and soft, then the hard shaft, an inch or two forcing its way into her mouth. The head rested heavily on her tongue, the salty pre-cum filling her senses. She sensed rather than saw the small hand speeding up on the rest of the shaft, increasing its pressure. She helped out the effort by sucking on the head, rasping her tongue across the sensitive skin under the ridge.

And then her mouth suddenly filled with an explosion of hot creamy cum, the head expanding with each burst. Her mouth overflowed with the stuff, salty, bitter, so wrong and yet so delicious.

"Don't swallow," came the growl of the man, and she desperately tried to obey, her cheeks bulging out with the collection of sperm. Several more jerks of ejaculate came from his cock, and she let the head slip from her mouth to give herself that much more room to collect the stuff. After the last dribble emerged, she stood up and handed the napkin to him. Proudly, she stood there with her mouth stuffed with his come.

"Spit." He held out an empty glass. She leaned over and allowed the gooey mass of mixed semen and saliva to pour out of her mouth and into the glass. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second, as a spasm ran through her.

"God, that was hot," she murmured, tasting the sticky residue of him in her mouth, and then smiling at the two.

"Nicely done," Divya smiled back at her, all annoyance gone. She couldn't hold a grudge against the waitress, not now. And the two women smiled conspiratorially together.

"Would you please get us a flan?" Akash's request brought Ramona back to her senses.

"Certainly, Sir," she replied, smiling coquettishly. Her smile still appeared pearly, and a drop of cum lay on her chin. She turned and walked proudly through the restaurant. Nobody else knew what had happened here tonight, but she had had a sexual awakening.

And when the flan came, Akash poured the contents of the glass over the caramel dessert and wordlessly offered it to his date. She looked at him, lust burning through her eyes, and took up a fork to eat the delicious treat.

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Rajesh Singhal watched covertly from the shadows of the front hall. Outside, under the light by the front door, his gorgeous daughter was trading spit with her date, Pankaj Sharma's boy. He wanted to be angry with her, self-righteously furious with the boy. But the scene was too engrossing for him to step forward and interrupt.

The kid had his hands on his daughter's ass, pulling her in tight to him, and she seemed only too willing to participate. As the father watched, the girl reached behind her and pulled her dress upwards. He watched hungrily as her long legs were revealed, higher and higher, until that superb ass came into view, that same ass he had looked at earlier in the day.

The boy confidently cupped the near naked ass in his hands, tracing the line of the blue thong with his fingers. The couple's kissing was hard and passionate, never seeming to pause for breathing, as if they were devouring each other. Rajesh was hard in his pants, watching his daughter getting mauled. On her first date with the boy, for God's sake! Had she no modesty? Or was she just a slut?

The hands on Divya's ass delved deeper, pulling the rounded cheeks apart. Rajesh held his breath, unconsciously rubbing himself through his pants. Would he get to see something he had never been privy to before? Would he get to see his angel's asshole? He peered more closely, trying to make out some details through the shadows that covered up the boy's explorations.

And then, his heart stopped. Because the boy looked directly at him. And winked!

"Mmm. Divya, you are definitely hot tonight."

"Glad I convinced you. Finally," she giggled.

Akash felt the sweet firmness of her ass in his hands. He could sense the heat emanating from between her legs, just inches from his fingers. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling. She had never looked so pretty, so sexual to him. He knew she was his for the taking. But, he had an idea that percolated through him.

"So hot. So fucking exciting." He ground his erection into her abdomen, and she wiggled against him, smiling in delight at the sensation of his hard cock. "But, my little vixen, it will have to wait."

She gaped at him in astonishment. Never before had she been left hanging like this.

"What do you mean? You can't leave me like this!"

"Prior commitment, sweetheart," he smiled, squeezing that magnificent ass one last time before reluctantly withdrawing his hands. He knew that he had recourse to satisfaction at home. He suspected she did not, although he had seen her father in the hallway watching them avidly. If he left her wanting more, he was pretty sure she would be his forever.

"I'll call you," he whispered hotly into her ear, then withdrew quickly.

Divya watched him go. She stamped her foot in exasperation, before turning to enter her house. She pursed her lips, frustrated, as she bent to undo the straps of her sandals in the foyer, then smiled ruefully.

'What a fucker,' she thought to herself. 'But I've got to have him.'

"How was your date, honey?" The voice from in the next room made her jump.



"Oh, God, Daddy! You scared the daylights out of me!" She made her way into the living room where her father was sitting on the couch. Preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn't notice how flustered he looked, nor how he was sitting with a pillow on his lap.



"It was fine," she continued, flopping down onto the other end of the couch. Her skirt flew up briefly, and the confused father's eyes were drawn to the glimpse of leg that he saw, before he forced himself to look at her again. "Actually, it was maybe the most fun I've ever had on a date," she admitted, glancing at her father before looking down, a little embarrassed at her memories. She was still hot, over-excited. Her panties felt quite damp. She bent over to rub at her feet.



"Are your feet sore, honey? I'll rub them for you," Rajesh blurted. Divya looked at him quizzically, then shrugged.



"Okay, Daddy," she smiled, before lifting her feet up and placing them on the pillow over his lap. "Rub away." She leaned back and closed her eyes. Her father took the nearest foot in his hands and started to massage it, pushing his fingers deeply into the sole.



"Mmm. That's heavenly, Daddy," she murmured. She looked at him from under heavy lids. He was certainly still a very handsome man, her Daddy. His hair might be grey around the temples, but he still had a full head of it. And his eyes, lighter blue than hers, were like steel when he was angry, rain when he was relaxed. He was tall and fit, working out at the gym several times a week. She knew he was sexually active, and his dates were invariably pretty.



'But not as pretty as me,' a voice in her head whispered, and she smiled to herself. She slipped further down on the couch, her feet pushing off of the cushion to the far side. 



Rajesh suddenly found his hands holding her slim calf. He paused a second, and looked up at his girl's face. Her eyes were closed again. He looked down her body, took in the curves of her breasts, the nipples visible through the thin white cotton. Below, the dress had pushed up above her knees. He gently started massaging the muscles of her lower leg, working his fingers all around the circumference. He pulled her nearer leg into him, then went to work on the farther, subtly pushing it further apart from its mate. He was unconscious of what he was doing, and yet his eyes would roam up her legs with each movement, looking to see what the effect might be on her dress.



Divya was half-dreaming at this point. His touch was so firm, so loving. She was still hot and bothered by how she and Akash had behaved at the restaurant. In her mind, she was in Ramona's place, holding her date's cock in her mouth, feeling the hardness of it on her tongue. She was bobbing up and down his erection, her red lips leaving lipstick Rajeshs on the shaft. Her dress was down around her waist again, her firm breasts hanging out in public. She moaned lightly.



And now she was aware that her legs were moving apart. But she knew that her dress was covering her. There was no way her Daddy would be able to look up it. And in any case, it was just innocent fun, right? In fact, maybe she should just let him look at her. What was the harm?

Rajesh could see nothing, and was getting frustrated. His little sexy girl was lying there in next to nothing, and that damned dress was getting in the way. His hands were now massaging just below her knees.



"Scooch a little down, Princess," he whispered. She raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes still closed. For a second, he thought he had blown it, that she was going to jump up, her eyes blazing, and run to her room.



"'K." She slid a little lower, his hands now sliding above her knees to hold her thigh. The dress stayed below her, her bottom sliding over it. Now it was gathered right around her hips, her legs slightly parted still. He thought that if he pushed her legs a little more apart, he would be granted a view of those panties he had been able to see through the dress.



Divya was flying. In her brain a movie was still playing of her servicing Akash Sharma at the restaurant. All the customers had gathered around to watch her perform. And there, standing just to the left, was her father. And at the same time, she was feeling her father's strong hands on her legs, massaging, caressing, lightly touching the soft inner skin. Her legs relaxed further, lightly falling apart a few inches.



Rajesh's cock was throbbing under the pillow. The weight of Divya's legs was transferred onto him, a delightful pressure. Now her legs opened, and the dress, just barely covering her, slipped out of the way. Her pretty blue thong, worn as a temptation for her date, was now bared to his eyes. The panties hugged the little mound underneath, molded to its shape. Every contour was obvious to him, the two lips, the crevice between, the tiny nub at the top that announced her excitement. And there was the most delicate of odors that arose from her, one that shouted out that she was all woman.



Without thinking, without planning, his fingers danced up her long thighs. Wonderingly, he let his touch caress her just along the edge of her panties. That feminine crease, the border between body and leg, that arrow to the depths of her womanhood. His finger slipped along the panties, into the side of her groin. In amazement, he felt the heat of her sex through the undergarment, his finger now lying along side her little puss. Tracing back up, he looked up at her.


Divya was lying, panting, eyes closed, her lower lip caught by her teeth. In her mind, sexual images flew past, faceless men confused with people she knew, hard cocks on all sides, her body at the mercy of the men around her. Her whole body was focused on that one finger just next to her sex. She felt it slip beneath the top of her thong.

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"Uh uh," she managed to whisper, her hand catching her father's, "not... that. No. Nothing, you, uh, nothing you can't see..."

Then she let go of his hand, patting it in place. It rested on her, the fingers just on top of her thong.

'Not that,' he thought, 'Not stop...' He slipped around the edges again, teasing her, pushing the back of his fingers against her inflamed pussy through the panties. She was moaning, now, frankly expressing her sexual desire. It was all innocent, wasn't it? He wasn't doing anything wrong. His cock was so hard, so damned hard. But he was just helping her out in a hard situation. She needed it so bad.

Oh, she was being so bad, she knew. She shouldn't even be letting him do this much. But he was being so sweet about it, so mindful of what she wanted. And she wanted it so much. Akash Sharma was so mean to leave her high like this, without satisfaction. But he was so fucking sexy, so outrageously kinky. Just the kind of guy she liked. In her little fantasy, he was pulling his cock from between her lips, jacking off over her. And his hot come would splash across her face, Rajeshing her in front of all of these people, in front of her father, as his, as his slut, his whore, oh fucking GOD!

Rajesh Singhal watched his daughter peak over into an intense orgasm right in front of him, her hips lifting off of the couch, pushing her pussy against his fingers, and now, he was frankly pushing on her through her panties as she spasmed hard. She shuddered, spasmed again, then collapsed back onto the couch. Her hair, sweaty, clung to her face. She drew a deep breath, then opened her eyes.

"Hmmm," she said, looking at her father, then at herself. "Uh, that was... interesting."

"Uh, Divya," he stammered, now feeling intensely ashamed. But his hard cock, still hidden by the cushion, argued against that shame.

"Shh. I'm going to bed." And she stood up, straightening her dress around herself, then looked down at her stricken father. "Silly Daddy," she cooed lovingly, caressing his hair. "Don't be so scared." She leaned down and kissed him on the head. "'Night."

Later that night, he stroked himself, caressing his rock-hard cock, all to thoughts of his sexy sexy daughter. When he came, he murmured her name out loud, the cum shooting out all over his naked chest.

"Akash, could you come in here?" His dad's voice called him from the living room.



Akash Sharma was still flying high on the emotions from his date. Never, never in his life would he have predicted the crazy events of the last few days. And honestly, who could have? Perhaps the high point had been losing his virginity to his mother the night before, but coming a close second had to be the sight of Divya Singhal, high and mighty volleyball player, eating his cum on her dessert. He walked into the living room, the conquering warrior. He even felt pity for his poor father, cuckolded by his own son.



Pankaj was sitting, thinking about what his wife had planned. The poor boy. But she said he needed a lesson, this time to bring him back to himself. You could see it in his face, as he strutted into the room. He thought he was God's gift. Well, that could be changed.



"How did your date go?" He tried to keep the anxiety out of his voice, but after all, Rajesh Singhal was a pretty influential guy around here.



"Don't worry, Dad," Akash smirked. "She's into me. I don't think her Dad will be getting a bad report."



"All right, son," Pankaj said, visibly relieved. "Your Mom wants to talk to you. I think she's waiting in your room."



"Okay, thanks." Akash laughed to himself. He was definitely the top dog in this household now. His cock was already tenting the front of his pants in anticipation, and he didn't even care if his father saw it.



Upstairs, Nandini lay on her son's bed. What Akash had done that morning had been too much, as much as she had enjoyed it. She couldn't have him trying to control her through sex. She had to regain the upper hand, both out of respect for her husband as well as to make Akash a better person.



She adjusted the tiny silk dressing gown around her shoulders to show off her cleavage to best advantage. She lay on her side with the top leg bent, her ass just barely covered by the hem of the gown. Underneath, of course, she was naked. What a rush, still, to be so lewd in her son's room! The door opened.



"Mmmm. Mom, you look good enough to eat!" Her handsome son's voice ran through her like a lightning bolt.



"Is that a promise or a threat?"



"You want to find out?" He unbuttoned his shirt, standing there in the door. God, he was so sexy.



"All in good time, Akash," she flirted. "First, tell me about your date."



"Okay," he smiled, unbuckling his belt. He walked towards her and sat on the bed to take off his pants.



"Uh, Akash, the door?"



"Why close it?" He stood up, now only in his boxers. His erection stuck out obscenely, straining against the thin material of his underwear. There was a damp spot on the front. He went around to stand next to her, his hard cock so close to her, so near, so powerful. He lazily caressed her bare shoulder, pushing at the edge of the gown. "We're just talking, right?"



She felt delirious. It was so easy to plan things, but so hard to carry them out. She turned onto her back, still keeping her legs together. Her gown slipped down her front, nearly baring her left breast. She made no move to cover up. She touched his leg, the heat of him scalding against her finger. He stood still, so sure of himself.



He began to tell her about the events of the night. He left nothing out, the details so suggestive, the descriptions so sexy. She was so hot, she couldn't think straight. She found herself running her hands up the backs of his legs to feel his ass under the boxers. She found herself opening her thighs, allowing the gown to gape wider at top and bottom. She found herself displaying her body to him, trying to get him to capitulate, to get him to just get on her and start fucking.



He could see the lust in her eyes as he told her about Divya's manipulation of Ramona. She was losing control, and all because he was talking to her, because he was controlling his desire. He let his cock throb, still nominally hidden in his boxers. He watched as his beautiful sexy Mom writhed on the bed, the gown falling open. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth open. Her nipples were rock hard. And when the night gown finally lay around her sides, her legs apart, he could see her arousal in the opening of her pussy.



"And Divya looked right at me, Mom, as she took the first forkful up to her mouth. She didn't even hesitate as she opened her sweet little lips to eat that cum-covered flan."



"Mmmmm... oooohh, Akash, that's tooooo much," Nandini moaned.



"I could see my cum on her lip," he went on unrelentingly, "there, in Marcel's. And I watched her red tongue snake out to lick the little drop, savoring the taste. Her eyes closed a little, and a slight shudder went through her hot body."



"Yes... yes," Nandini reached down with her hand and touched her hard clit, touching herself, her naked self in front of her boy. But it was too much, she couldn't resist. How could he not be touching himself also?



"And even better, Mom, was the fact that my cum was mixed up with Ramona's saliva. What a sexy little bitch she is, to eat my cum and the waitress' spit. I was hard again so fast, even though I had just cum in Ramona's mouth only moments before."



"Ohhhh... FUUUCKK!!" Nandini's orgasm ripped through her, as she pictured the scene in her mind. She had created this monster. Now she had to rein him in. She had to show him some consequences. As she came slowly down from her orgasm, her mind cleared a little. She looked up at him, smiled, and licked her own lips.



"Okay, you," she whispered, "now it's time for more than talk." She sat up, letting the gown slip off her arms, and turned around so that her head was in the direction of the door. "Come here, lover." In a second, he had stripped off his boxers. His erection seemed to gleam all along its length, a weapon of lust, waiting to spear into her boiling tunnel. She was ready, but she was calculating, too.



Akash climbed onto the bed, wondering again at the power he seemed to have over women, suddenly. It was simply confidence, he knew. Confidence that he could control his lust more than they could. As he lowered himself on to his mother's body, his cock quickly slipping into her pussy, he foresaw only hot sex for himself in the future.


That cock, that hard cock. So long, so thick. So wrong and yet so right. Her pussy gripped him as he entered, so slowly, so gently. It was as if his cock had been designed to touch all of the most sensitive spots inside her. Every move he made was heaven. And when he was all the way in her, he fit perfectly, the end of his cock reaching precisely to the end of her canal, just below her cervix, that tiny hole that once he had come through in the other direction.

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"So. What'cha doin'?"

"Nothing much. Just looking at porn."

"What!?"

"Seriously."

"You fuck, why didn't you say earlier?"

"'Cause you didn't ask."

"Hmmm." Divya was lying on her bed, looking up at the ceiling of her room. The afternoon light was coming in the window, and the room was warm. She was talking on her cell phone to Akash. "Tell me what you're looking at."

"Couple hot chicks together."

"Typical. You guys are all the same."

"Why not? After all, they're pretty damn hot. What's to complain about?"

"Yeah, but I bet you never look at a couple hot guys together."

"Not yet," Akash laughed. "Why, you like looking at that stuff?"

"Fuck you, Akash Sharma!" Divya giggled. "You saying I'm some kind of pervert?"

"Nah. It's not perverted to look at smokin' bodies. This one girl? She's completely shaved down there."

"You like it bare?" Divya was getting turned on talking about this so casually. She reached a hand under her shirt and started to toy with her nipple through her bra. God, she had shown Akash that nipple the night before. Oh yeah, and the other one too.


"I like being able to see everything. Nothing in the way," his voice sounding a little huskier. "Why? You bare?"

"Not so fast, buster. You'll have to wait to find out for yourself."

"Promise?"

"What about the other slut?"

"You hard?"

"Who's asking?"

"I thought so. Do they have big gi-normous tits or what?"

"Yeah. Pretty fuckin' fake, actually."

"Oh, you like them smaller?" She was circling her boobs now, thankful that they weren't too large. But they were sensitive, especially right now. She felt so relaxed, so natural. How could everything feel so right with this guy she barely knew?

"I once heard my Mom say to my Dad that more than a handful was too much."

"Ha! Guess your Mom is pretty small up top, huh?"

"Yeah."

"You seen 'em?"

"What?"

"Your Mom's boobs?"

Akash paused. He was sitting in his boxers in front of the computer, his cock semi-hard up until now. But Divya's question made him completely erect. He released himself through the flap and grasped his shaft.

"A couple of times, yeah, I have," he said carelessly. Divya felt her heart pounding at the admission. She thought back to last night, on the couch, her father (her fucking FATHER) touching her through her panties. And before that, the way she liked to parade herself around him, pretending it was all thoughtless, innocent. Her pussy grew warm.

"Who's bigger, me or her?"

"Uh, you, actually. Hers kind of don't even really hang down, y'know?"

"Uh-huh. And what about the nips?" She pushed her bottom down on the bed, letting her skirt ride up around her waist. She started to tease herself with light touches around her heated sex.

"What do you want to know?"

"Are they longer than mine? Darker? Bigger areolas?" Akash started to stroke his cock, his hand twisting as it rose and fell on his shaft.

"They sorta point upwards, and they're pretty long, but yours are darker, I think."

"Seriously? What'd'ya do, like watch your Mom and Dad fucking or something?"

"Something like that," he replied. "Why? That turn you on?"

"Uh, fuck." Her fingers insinuated themselves under her panties. She didn't want to admit to anything, but she was getting so aroused.

"You touching yourself," she heard.

"Yeah," a soft girlish tone.

"Awesome. Me, too," he replied.

"Cool."

"Want to hear more?"

"Yeah."

"Hang on a sec," and she heard him putting the phone down. She held her breath, her finger slipping in the moisture her pussy was already producing. She kept away from her clit; she didn't want to peak too soon. She had to know where he was going with this.

"Okay," he said, the voice in her ear making her jump.

"You're back," she purred.

"Yeah, pretend that I went to get my mother."

"What?"

"You heard me. Pretend I went to get my mother to be here with me. With us."

"Oh, shit," she whispered. "Is your cock still hard?"

"Yeah, and she can tell. In fact, she's running a finger over it through my boxers."

"Mmmm... does she like how long it is?"

"She's nodding. She loves how hard and long it is. In fact, she just pulled my boxers down."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're naked with a boner in front of your Mom?"

"Just pretending, right? Anyway, she's winking at me now while she takes me in her hands. You still touching yourself?"

"Like I could stop?" She had a finger dipped inside her pussy now, feeling the hot wet depths of herself. Her breathing was coming faster.

"Good. Now she's kneeling in front of me. I'm caressing her straight hair, so shiny so pretty. She's inches away from my cock, her breath hot against me. She looks up at me, her eyes shining with desire. She licks her lips, her tongue red and wet."

"Ooh, oh, go on, don't stop now," her finger, now two fingers deep inside her.

"She's still wearing all of her clothes, you know, just Saturday around the house stuff, nothing sexy or anything. My cock is throbbing, there's a little droplet of pre-cum right at the tip, and she leans forward and, just with her tongue, licks right across my tiny hole. Mmmmmm... fuck, yeah, that's nice."

The images burned into her brain, the thought of the older woman, so closely related to her—boyfriend? Maybe... Kneeling in front of her son, that long, hard, beautiful cock she had seen the night before.

"Now, still looking up at me with those sexy green eyes, so wide, so loving, she leans forward and takes the head of me... oooohhh, into her mouth. It's warm and wet, her tongue doing things no cunt could do. Oh, God, the fact of a woman's mouth around you, so intimate, so hot."

And he's so right, too, how hot it is to have a cock in your mouth, that part of you that you know so well, invaded by this hard hot piece of flesh. She let her finger graze over her clit, and she gasped out loud with a mini orgasm, the first peak in what felt like it might be one of the most intense cums she ever had.

"She puts her hands on my ass, grabbing hold of me, feeling my naked butt, and caressing me back there. I lay my hands on her head, feeling that lovely hair, as she takes me deeper and deeper... oh fuck... deep into that mouth, her lips stretched around me, sucking, tonguing, sucking, mmmmm..."

Could she hear the wet sounds of a hot blowjob over the phone, or was it only her overheated imagination? Her pussy was producing so much juice that everything felt wet, she was lying in a growing wet patch just from her own excitement. She quickly turned the cell phone to speaker and let it drop next to her ear. With her now free hand, she reached between her legs and pushed the wetness over her asshole.

"She's slowly taken me all the way in, can you fucking believe it? My own mother, a natural born cock-sucker, deep-throating me as only a true slut could do." His voice sounded ragged through the speaker, her fingers dancing over her clit, her other finger pushing against that hard little ring of muscles around her anus. She almost never touched herself there like this, but she was beyond thinking now, searching, searching for more stimulation.

"Her head starts bobbing back and forth along my length, oh fuck, Divya, this is too hot. Her finger is pushing into me, into my god damned asshole, oh God! Oh, I'm almost there, oh Divya, fucking cum with me, cum with meee!!!"

And she, too is wailing, her hard clit drummed on by her fingers, her ass and pussy filled with fingers, her back arched, her eyes wide open as she cums so hard on her own hands.

The room smells of girl cum, the world is spinning, she is so exhausted.

"'Bye, Divya," comes the voice from far away, the click of the receiver, the dial tone. Slowly, numbly, she turns the phone off. She is lost.

*****

"Thanks, Mom," Akash looked down at Nandini, kneeling before him, his cum dribbling from her mouth. "That was just the touch I needed."

"I'll say," the pretty mother laughed, wiping away the excess semen. "Wait until we tell your father about this!"

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Rajesh Singhal had been a bundle of nerves all day. Things had gone way beyond anything he had ever imagined the night before. But his daughter seemed all laughs and good nature with him. He had expected her to seem distant, confused, angry even. But not this. He was so unsure of himself.

He wanted the innocence back. He needed to be able to touch his daughter, his Divya, without feeling like a jerk, a pervert. Thankfully, she wasn't running away from him.

So, every time he saw her, he forced himself to reach out to her, to make contact. First time, in the morning, she came out of her room, hair disheveled, in t-shirt and pyjama pants, her shapely figure hidden more than usual. He kissed her on the head, touched her shoulder, fatherly stuff, normal stuff. And he was so proud of himself for not getting an erection.

Later, she had changed, wearing a skirt and a light cotton top, pink, cute, girly. Her bra straps were visible over her shoulders where the top had a wide neck. The skirt hung low on her hips, the top cropped so her waist and the tops of her hipbones were visible. Such a cute little navel, a teardrop, a jewel.

This time, he hugged her, pulling her into him. She was cute, giggly, batting her eyelashes at her old Dad. Everything so innocent, like it had been before. He ignored the swell of her breasts pushing into him, the warmth of her lower back, skin against skin. He patted her lightly on the ass, pushing himself, testing his limits. Still, he assured himself, completely innocent. Nothing to be ashamed about. Even if his cock felt thick after the contact, completely normal.

So that when she came out later, after dinner, looking a little shy, maybe embarrassed, he was all Daddy, nothing wrong.

"Daddy," she pouted, twirling her long hair in her fingers, "I've got a sore back. Could you maybe rub it for me?" She knew she was being bad, so bad. Last night had been wrong. She had let things get away from her, she knew. But she was so hot right now, she needed the touch of a man, any man, somewhere on her body. It could still be innocent, she assured herself.

"Uh, sure thing, Princess," he stammered, trying not to think of what had happened the night before, trying to ignore the sudden lurch in his crotch. She clapped her hands in glee, twirling around to go to the couch. Her skirt flew up, and he could see the lower curve of her ass for a second. His throat was dry, and he trailed behind her.

Divya lay down on the couch on her stomach, her head turned towards the cushions, her heart pounding. Her Dad was so cute, the way he blushed. She could control this, his infatuation, her arousal. She kicked her shoes off, letting them fall next to the couch. 

Rajesh looked down at her, from the foot of the sofa. Her hair was in a ponytail, fanning across her shoulders. The little cropped top was pushed up on her torso, the skirt riding low on her hips, so that half of her back was bare. He could just see the band of her bra under the hem of the shirt. And the skirt was just above the start of her ass. She was so beautiful.

He settled down beside her prone form and reached down to start massaging her shoulders. He was being so good, he thought to himself, so fatherly. He felt the thin shoulders, the soft skin that was exposed around her slim neck. He pushed the hair to one side so he could properly rub her back.

"Mmmm. That's nice, Daddy," she murmured. His hands felt so strong, so manly. Just what she was looking for. He worked his way down her back, keeping to the middle, massaging around her spine, feeling the each rib as he moved down. He kept to the level of her shirt, stopping when he felt the bra. He was not going to touch her inappropriately. This was all innocent.

"Could you go lower?"

He looked down at the golden expanse of skin of her lower back. So tempting, so delicious. He let his fingers cross the border from clothes to body. Still, working the muscles, this was just a simple back rub. When he got to the level of her skirt, he paused for a second, looking at her, her eyes closed, head turned away. His fingers trembled, then he moved upward again. Just a back rub.

She let out little breaths of air with his deeper rubs, little moans. His fingers pushed deep into her muscles, working the tension out. He got up to her shirt again, and started to move on top.

"You can go underneath, if you want," she breathed. "Feels better on skin."

"I thought it was 'only what you can see,'" he joked, his fingers paused right at her bra, tickling lightly, slipping underneath the lacy strap. He couldn't believe he had said that, referring to last night.

"Bad man," she giggled, too relaxed to care at the moment. Her mind raced, thinking about the situation, her needs, her desires, so much to resist, so little reason to do so. How bad she was. She lifted up onto her elbows, and pulled the shirt up above her breasts, still under her armpits. There. Still innocent, right?

He watched her as she pulled the shirt up, then lay back down, his heart pounding. He furiously pushed his thoughts into the fatherly track, letting his hands back down on her smooth skin, the white bra the only thing across her back.

"That better?" Her little girly voice, so distant. His mind was awhirl. He caressed her shoulders gently, the sharpness of her shoulder blades, the little knobs of her spine. In long sweeps he kneaded her muscles from shoulder to hip, each move only interrupted by the bra. She let out little sounds of frustration when his fingers moved off her skin until finally, she sighed.

"Just undo the damn thing, Daddy."

"Huh?"

"My bra, silly. It's just in the way. Only..." she paused. "Be good, 'kay?"

His hands trembled as he reached up to the bra-strap. He fumbled for a second with the catch, and she laughed, a sexy little laugh that stopped his heart. Finally, the thing came apart, and he pulled the straps down off of her shoulders, stopped by the shirt. Each half fell to the side, and he could see the bulge of her breast, pushed out by the weight of her body.

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"Just a sec. Don't look, Daddy." He shook his head, and closed his eyes. She turned her head to study him, his handsome face. There was sweat on his forehead. Poor guy. She really shouldn't tease him like this. But really, it was so innocent. In a swift movement, she pulled the straps off of her arms and slipped the bra off from around her boobs. Now it wouldn't cut into her as she lay there. She could be completely relaxed. She settled back into place, her head turned away.

"Okay, Daddy, you can look now." His eyes flashed open, took in her shirt still bunched under her armpits, but the bra now on the floor, discarded by her limp hand hanging off the edge of the couch. Her left breast now uncovered all the way to where it was pushed into the sofa. So near the nipple, he thought, his throat dry. But concentrate, be a father.

His hands settled back onto her, now nothing between him and her skin. His caresses were softer now, gentle, searching all over the back of the girl. She was sighing deeply with each breath. He put his hands on her waist, that slimmest part, his thumbs by her spine, his fingers spread out around her, touching the sides of her torso. He pushed with his thumbs, but all his attention was on his fingers as he moved his hands upward.

Her breath caught as his fingers came into contact with the sides of her breasts. They felts so lovely, so feathery, so romantic. But still.

"Mmm... 'S not my back." But no movement to get away, so relaxed. He pulled his fingers back to the middle anyway, red-faced. Back to the muscles along her spine. Now moving lower again, working down to the place where her back started to curve the other direction. Just to the edge of her skirt, trying so hard not to push the limits. But he couldn't resist spreading his hands once more, and lightly caressing upwards.

This time, she said nothing as his fingers slipped over the swells of her breasts. Just being a good father, right? His fingers caressed those gentle curves, the sides, where they came up to meet her arms. He was achingly hard in his pants, but that was only normal. He wasn't acting on any kind of lust here. Just trying to make his daughter feel good. His hands slipped down her back once more. He paused again when he reached her skirt.

"Um. Go a little lower, would you?" Her butt wiggled a little.

"But I can't 'see' anything lower," he whispered.

"So push my skirt down a bit, dummy."

He held his breath as his fingers slipped under the waistband of that little skirt, feeling the elastic of her thong, and pushing downwards, an inch, two inches, until he felt the panties and waistband catch on the peak of her perfect ass, the top of the crack open before his eyes. Above, the little dimples, so sexy, the top half of each cheek golden and begging for his touch.

He let his fingers wander over the exposed skin. There was no massage here, just fondling. But it felt so good. So sweet. Her thoughts were a jumble, her wished-for control out the window. Sinful. Wrong. Delightful. His finger slipping right into the crack of her ass, then up the other side. And now, pushing down more, taking initiative on their own. She felt the thong catch in her ass, being pulled from between her cheeks, now the panties and skirt falling below the curve, sitting at the top of her thighs.

He drank in the gorgeous sight before him, the sight he had almost seen the day before when she had been lying on the bed. Only this time, there was no thong in the way. His hands, one on each cheek, rubbing in little circles. Pulling at each side, pulling her apart, laying bare her deepest secrets to the one man she should never let see them.

And she was letting him. She was open to him. Thumbs deep in that valley, spreading her. Now she could feel, physically feel his gaze on her little hole. The thumbs pushing deeper, letting him see everything.

Her tiny rosebud, there before him. His thumb, sitting right next to it. His steely erection, throbbing in his pants. How could he resist? His thick thumb settled over that tiny hole, rubbing in gentle circles around the wrinkled skin. Her breath, faster now, little girl moans all the time. He had to see. He let his thumbs travel lower, pulling her apart, and there, just below her anus, was the beginning of his daughter's pussy.

Oh God, she was wet. She just knew it. She knew he could tell, could tell that she was excited, sexually excited. She unconsciously lifted her hips, allowing him to see the shaved lips of her sex. Inviting him to touch her. Innocent. Oh, fuck it.

His thumb touched her wetness, the thick lips engorged with her arousal. He looked wonderingly at his thumb on her pussy, just sitting there. With a spasm, he exploded in his pants, his cum soaking everything around his erection. What the fuck was he doing?

In a flash, he withdrew, pulled away. Ashamed. Embarrassed. His pants showing the evidence of everything that he had planned to avoid. And there, his daughter, his wonderful daughter, bare to his eyes, looking at him, confused, flushed. He ran to his room. How could he ever face her again?

"Shit," she whispered, watching him go. "Shit, shit, shit!"

[Givemeextra]

"Akash, whatever happens tonight, I want you to pretend like you don't notice it." Nandini was cleaning up the dishes after dinner. She had her back turned to her son, who was wiping down the counters.

"What do you mean, Mom?" Akash was genuinely curious. He had begun to realize that his mother had quite a kinky imagination, and he was game for anything she would suggest.

"You'll see," she replied. "Or rather, you'll pretend not to see, right?" She turned and gave her handsome son a million-watt smile. He shrugged, smiling.

Pankaj Sharma had expressed concerns over what was going on in his house. He knew how much he loved the sex. God, there was no doubt about that. His wife had never been so sexually voracious since she started playing around with Akash. And God knows, Pankaj had encouraged it. But, still...


She had been happily recreating the phone call between Akash and his new girlfriend Divya, giving him a "blow-by-blow," as she had put it, winking. Suddenly, he had to interrupt her. There was something too revolting about the whole mess. He was disgusted with himself.

"I thought all of this was going to stop, Nandini," he had burst out.

"What do you mean," she had replied, a cautious look replacing her happiness. He had heaved a deep sigh, feeling an awful emptiness in his stomach, that feeling of dread when everything appears to be slipping away from you. He hadn't signed up for this.


"All of this crazy stuff!" He started pacing, not meeting his lovely wife's worried gaze. "I thought we were helping Akash out here, not creating a forum for us to live out some twisted fantasy."

"Twisted," she said quietly. "Is that what you think of me?"

"No!" He paused, confused. "Maybe." She stared at him. "I mean, really, Nandini, can you call this normal?"

"I thought that we believed that parenting called for extraordinary sacrifices. That we would do anything to ensure our child's happiness."

"Yes, but—"

"Don't you dare interrupt me," she said, her eyes flashing now, warming to her theme. "Yes, you are right that what we are doing isn't 'normal.' But no, you are wrong if you think that our helping Akash out is really just a mask for fulfilling our own desires."

"I'm not so sure, Nandini." He looked down at his feet, his face red. "Maybe you are as pure as you say. Only you can tell. But I fear my own tendencies..." He trailed off. Nandini felt her anger drain away at the sight of his troubled face.

"Don't doubt yourself, honey," she said, more softly, coming next to him. "Don't doubt us. Trust in our abilities as parents. We've done a good job so far, haven't we?"

He looked at her, tears in his eyes. How could he explain how confused he was? How could he tell her how excited it made him to have her sleep with their son?

"Trust me, Pankaj. Trust ME." She pulled him against her, holding his head against her chest, stroking his hair. Oh, how he wanted to give in.

Saturday was movie night for the Sharma family, a tradition that had gone back many years, ever since the demands of college and career had caused many a family night to be postponed. Over time, it had become habit for Nandini and Pankaj to sit together on the couch, while Akash sat on the floor at their feet. It was easiest for everyone to have access to the big bowl of popcorn Nandini always made.



Nandini took a deep breath before entering the living room. She had to do this just right, or Pankaj would make trouble. She looked herself over, the long bathrobe she was used to wearing, the soft slippers. She looked the picture of high society motherhood. Of course, underneath, well, that was the point, wasn't it? What was underneath. She was only beginning to understand in the last couple of days just what was underneath.



She picked up the big bowl and entered the living room. Pankaj looked at her and heaved a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, back to normal. Back to what he was used to. But he felt a little pang of sadness for what he was giving up at the same time. Akash, for his part, just smiled at his mother.



She settled next to her husband, giving him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. Akash sat at her feet as he usually did, reaching up over his shoulder for the occasional handful of popcorn. Pankaj cued up the movie with the remote control and got comfortable next to his wife. His normal wife, his normal son. His normal family. This is what he wanted, he was almost sure of it.



Nandini was paying no attention to the movie. She was too engrossed in her own little drama. Her pussy already felt warm and wet, her nipples hard. In fact, she felt hot all over, and she loosened the tie on her bathrobe, pulling the upper part open to let air in around her shoulders.



Pankaj watched the movie, oblivious to the little squirming movements Nandini was making next to him. But Akash felt hyperaware, knowing that his mother was up to something behind him. Every move she made was registered in his brain. But he kept his attention forward, as he had promised his mother.



Nandini let the slippers fall from her feet. Her toenails were painted a bright red, and she let them dangle right next to Akash. Her bathrobe fell open around her legs, their long smooth shapes in his peripheral vision. She felt wanton, unhinged. She wanted her family to see her in all her sexuality. She wished there were people watching her perform, an audience to see her depravity.



The robe fell off of one shoulder, showing a thin black strap going down towards her breasts. She wondered how far she would get before Pankaj would notice. She hoped a little further, yet. She had to set the scene perfectly in order to entrap him. She sat still for a few moments, then carefully let the belt of the bathrobe loose. The robe now dbangd over her, only covering her middle from just above her breasts to just below her crotch.



With great care, she extracted her right arm from the sleeve of the robe, then the left. She leaned into her husband, laying an arm around his shoulders, her head on his chest. He absentmindedly kissed the top of her head. Nandini looked down at his lap. He was wearing his usual pajama bottoms, which had a button flap in the front. She pictured what lay underneath, the dormant snake that had been her sole sexual joy for so many years.



She put her free hand on his stomach and gently caressed him, lovingly and lightly circling over his abdomen. Still so hard and manly, no incipient belly, no giving way to gut. She was feeling so hot, so needy. She wanted to hold his erection in her hand, to feel his desire.



Akash could hear the rustling behind him, his imagination trying to fill in the details. What was going back there? And why was it so important that he pretend not to know what was going on?



In Pankaj' mind, his wife was just being affectionate. Not having taken in her gradual dishabille, he thought she was still modestly covered up. His hand patted her on the back, over the part still clothed in the robe.



But Nandini was not satisfied. She squirmed a little bit, and the robe fell open in the front, now just dbangd over her right hip and across her back, held in place by her husband's hand. Her fingers slipped underneath his shirt, now on his skin. With skill, she insinuated her fingertips under the waist of his pajama bottoms, feeling the thicker hairs leading down to his groin.



Pankaj felt her hand reach under his pajamas, and suddenly his mind was in turmoil again. What was okay? What was normal, now? He chanced a peek at Akash, who seemed completely caught up in the movie. Even if he looked back, he would only see his parents being affectionate, right? Nothing wrong with that. He stared fixedly at the screen, pretending indifference to Nandini's advanced.



Nandini nearly giggled aloud. How fucking cool was this? To be seducing her husband just behind her son's turned back. Her fingers reached further down, tangling in the dense forest of Pankaj' pubic hair, seeking lower and lower. She couldn't see Pankaj' face, but she knew he hadn't dared to look at her yet, for fear of breaking the spell.



Her fingertips grazed over the base of his cock. She could tell he was beginning to get an erection, because it felt thick and hot to her touch. Her hand was all the way inside his pants now, and she grasped him around the girth of his shaft.



"Nandi—" he whispered.


"Shhh," she hissed, flipping his cock upwards to lie on his stomach. Her slim fingers tickled lightly along his rapidly growing length. In no time at all, she had him in a full erection, pulsing under her small hand. She squeezed gently, and started stroking him slowly and steadily.

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Akash could tell shenanigans were going on just feet away from him, but he manfully kept his eyes forward. He couldn't help but push things just a bit, however. He reached back without looking to get a handful of popcorn.

Nandini watched Akash reach back, but kept on stroking her husband's cock. Pankaj put his hand over hers urgently, but she shook it off. The questing hand found the bowl blindly and returned to its owner with its prize.

"Pretty exciting so far, huh, Dad?"

Pankaj nearly choked, but turned it into a cough when he realized his son was talking about the movie.

"Oh, uh, yeah, Akash, sure."

"I think it's going to only get more thrilling as things move along," Nandini murmured, her hand still moving up and down Pankaj' shaft. He moved his hand up her back, and suddenly found himself touching her bare skin. He looked down.

She was leaning against him, clad only in a fishnet chemise, black, with wide weave. Her breasts were completely visible, her hard nipples sticking out between the thin strips of fishnet cloth. Below, she had on a tiny sheer g-string without enough material to even cover the top of her pussy, let alone her pubic hair strip. Without his hand to hold it there, her maternal robe fell off of her body entirely. Instead of his modest wife, he had a sultry seductress stroking him off in his own living room.

"Fuck me," he gasped.

"What is it, Dad?" Akash still didn't turn around.

"Oh, geez, sorry. Just remembered something I have to do tomorrow," he stammered, not wanting his son to turn around and see what was going on just behind him.

"Hold the bowl for a sec, Akash?" Nandini passed the bowl down to her son, who took it silently. She shifted around on the couch so that she was lying on her stomach, her fine ass in the air, the tiny string running between the cheeks doing nothing to hide anything. She let her hip touch against Akash' head, and he leaned back into her. She undid the button of Pankaj' pajamas, and winked at him, pulling the flaps away from his cock.

He watched blindly as her head dipped into his lap. He felt her warm lips make contact with his straining erection, then his head was enveloped by her wonderful mouth, her tongue slurping against his hardness. He leaned back and closed his eyes. His hand fell onto his wife's back, then moved down, of its own accord, to caress her full ass.

She knew she had him, now. The sex was too powerful to resist. She loved the feel of him inside of her mouth, the soft skin, the pulsing veins, the hardness beneath the surface. She wanted to be a slut for him, fulfill all of his fantasies. She pulled back from his cock, a little string of saliva connecting her mouth to his glans, looking up at him with her intense green eyes, smiling wickedly.

"You like it so far?" Pankaj nodded.

"It's OK," Akash said, deliberately mistaking her question. "I don't really like this actor. He's trying too hard, don't you think?"

"Too hard? I don't think that's possible," Nandini giggled. Pankaj tentatively smiled back. Man, he must be the luckiest guy alive, he thought, as her head moved back down. This time, she took several inches of him inside, smacking her lips around him, letting her tongue wetly glide around his circumference.

"Wow, Mom, you must be pretty hungry, the way you're chowing down back there." She pulled back, her eyes sparkling now.

"Yeah, I guess I wasn't satisfied before, but now I've got enough to keep me occupied!"

Pankaj looked over his wife's hot little body, her slim waist, her curvy hips and sensuous ass. Why should he deny her anything, he wondered. Why not let her have what she wants? He let his fingers slip between her ass cheeks, pushing the g-string aside. Her valley was so soft, so hot. He loved the feel of each buttock pushing against his fingers from each side. He gently grasped the g-string and pulled, sawing it against her pussy.

"Mmmm..." she softly moaned around his shaft. Her saliva had lubricated his whole cock by this time, and she slipped her hand around the base, jacking him gently into her mouth.

He could smell her arousal. Couldn't Akash smell it, too? Who cared? Nothing would stop him now. In fact, he pulled her hip over so that she had to turn on her side. His cock slipped out of his mouth and slapped wetly against Nandini's cheek. Now her pussy was right behind Akash' head. With his hand on her ass, he urged her forward until her upper thighs came into contact with her son again.

He was lost in lust. After all, what could be hotter than this? This silent play, the contact between mother and son. He pulled her fishnet chemise up to her waist so that only that briefest of g-strings separated her steaming wet gash from her son's head. He took his cock and rubbed it over her face, coating it with her own saliva and his pre-cum. Her eyes looked up at him adoringly.

"Nandini, could you get me a beer?" She looked at him, and calmly nodded. She slipped her leg right next to Akash, then stood up next to him, the fishnet chemise still around her waist. Pankaj watched her, standing there, his cock throbbing in his lap.



"Do you want anything, Akash?" Pankaj held his breath. Would the boy look and see his nearly naked mother standing next to him?



"Sure, I'll take a glass of water, Mom."



"Would you rather have a beer?" She was pushing the limits of the game, she knew. But Akash was a good boy.



"Wow, Mom, sure! Thanks for offering." She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the top of his head, and then turned to go to the kitchen. Just behind the sofa, she slipped her fingers into her panties and immersed them in the juices of her hot cunt. She reached over and trailed her wet fingers over Pankaj' cheek.



In the kitchen, her knees trembling, she allowed herself to touch herself for a few moments, then got the beers and returned to the living room, wobbling a little on unsteady legs. Pankaj had stretched out on the couch, his hard-on sticking straight into the air. Nandini smoothly sat down behind Akash again, her legs one on either side of him. For a second, she scooted her hips forward to make contact with the whole of her sex against the back of his neck.



"Mom! Did you drop some water on me or something?"



"What do you mean, Akash?"



"Well, the back of my neck is suddenly wet," he said, reaching to feel the stickiness on his skin.



"Sorry, hon, I guess it was an accident." She got up on her husband and straddled his middle, her pussy slick against his cock. She started to rub back and forth on him, the sound of their organs rubbing together masked a little by the sounds of the movie. He reached up and felt her pert breasts through the fishnet, pulling roughly on her hard nipples. She groaned a little.



"Good beer, huh, Mom?"



"Too good for words," she purred, pushing up on her knees and taking her husband's erection in her hand, she pushed her panties to one side, exposing her extended labia. She sat back down, letting Pankaj' cock push between her lips, slowly settling down to feel his length travel deep inside her until she made contact with her ass on his thighs. Her left calf, alongside Pankaj' leg, pushed into Akash head.



"Am I in your way, Mom?"



"No, just stay right where you are," she replied, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she perched on Pankaj' cock. She sighed happily, filled completely with her husband's hardness. Little thrills shot through her with every movement.


Pankaj looked up at his wife. Beyond fucking belief, that's what she was. And so hot, too. He recalled the way she had looked the night before, the sight of her sucking Akash off. That had been hot, also. Hotter than he could ever have imagined. And what he needed.

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"Akash, could you help me out here?"

Pankaj' question surprised both Nandini and Akash.

"Uh, what do you need me to do, Dad?" Akash still hadn't turned around.

"Turn off the fucking movie and help me out with your Mom. I think she needs another cock to make everything perfect, and I'd rather it was yours than anybody else's."

"Fuck, yeah," Akash said, finally turning around and shucking his pajamas to reveal his own throbbing erection. "I love you, Dad."

"Make that two of us, Pankaj," Nandini sighed, her green eyes brimming with tears, as she leaned over towards her son. She kept her eyes locked on her husband as she brought her face down to make contact with Akash' cock. She extended her tongue and delicately licked from base to tip, ending with a swirl around the head. Pankaj watched her, panting, as she took their son's cock into her mouth.

"Mmmmm, it's too fucking sinful," she moaned, holding onto that staff with her hand as she ground her hips around Pankaj' cock.

"No, Nandini," Pankaj said, holding her firmly around the waist and thrusting up into her pussy, "it's just right. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Oh, honey," she cried, "ooooohh... are you sure it's not just your cock talking?" She pulled Akash closer and went down on him again.

Pankaj moaned at the sight of all of that cock disappearing between his wife's red lips, her pretty face tight in concentration as she worked to make Akash feel as good as possible. The erection seemed so huge next to her delicate features, so rude, so distended. As she pulled away again, drops of saliva and pre-cum dripped down onto Pankaj' chest.

"Well..." he looked deep into Nandini's face. "I won't deny that my cock is making some pretty convincing arguments," he laughed. "But I trust you. And I love both of you. And if this is what you need, I need it, too."

"Oh, fuck!!!" Nandini writhed on top of Pankaj, a sudden orgasm cresting over her, taking all of her wits with it. Pankaj had never felt so huge inside her, touching every bit of her pussy, stimulating every nerve ending. "Oh, shit, lover, oh GOD, I need to be filled up more, MORE!"

"You heard her, son," Pankaj said through clenched teeth, trying to stave off his own orgasm. "Get back there and fill her up!"

Akash looked down at his father, and then at his still wriggling mother. He put a hand on her shoulder and urged her to lie forward on his father. Her ass came up into the air, showing off her pussy with Pankaj' cock still deep inside, and above it, partially covered by the string of her panties, was that inviting tiny dark hole. Kneeling, he brought his face towards the connection between his parents. Resting his chin on his Dad's thigh, he licked inwards to Nandini's asshole, a spot he had known for the first time only a couple of nights before.

Nandini shivered as his tongue made contact with her most secret spot. It rasped around, making her jump. He found it difficult to keep contact with her because she was so turned on she was moving all over the place. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down tight on his Dad's cock, and forced his tongue inside her, tasting deep within her rectum.

"Ooooohhh," Nandini moaned. Pankaj was doing his best not to move at all, the stimulation he was receiving nearly overloading his own sensations. Finally, Akash pulled away, and got up behind his mother. His cock, still wet from Nandini's mouth, found its way between her magnificent ass cheeks and pushed against her little hole. With a pop, his head pushed inward, seating itself just inside the tight ring of muscles.
"Oh!" Nandini cried. "Oh, fuck, just stay there for a second, Akash, honey, sweetie, lover..." She was suddenly completely still, trying desperately to get used to the invasion. "Okay, now you can move in. Just a little," she huffed, as he pushed inward, another inch filling her ass.

"So fucking tight, Mom," he moaned, sinking in another inch. Pankaj could feel his son's cock pushing over the underside of his own erection. Inch by inch, little by little, Akash penetrated his mother, until, finally, agonizingly, he was buried inside her. And now, father, mother, son, were all three connected, so close to each other, as they had never been before.

"Uhmmmmmm," Nandini growled. "I've never been so full before, guys. It's too fucking awesome." She moved up her husband's cock, Akash moving with her. Now Akash could feel his Dad's cock moving underneath him as well. She slammed down on Pankaj, sliding down her son's cock. All three lovers groaned in unison.

They began to find a rhythm, first Pankaj' cock, then Akash' cock, back and forth, each feeling the other two so intimately. Pankaj was smiling, looking up at his wonderful wife, and over her shoulder, his sweet son. Now he knew them, he truly understood them. Now love became clear to him.

Nandini was riding one little orgasm after another. She had never cum so much in her life. So much cock, so much wonderful cock, and all for her. Her mind was reveling in the immorality of it all, the depravity. She was a fucking slut. A slut who fucked. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Akash held his mother's trim waist, her shining hair in front of his eyes. He watched her ass move off of his cock, and then push back on. As tight as she was, it was like the most intimate of grips on his erection. Too much, too much, and he exploded inside of his mother, his cock pulsing deep within her, spraying her ravaged insides with the soothing balm of his ejaculate, coating the walls of her rectum.

Nandini felt him cumming, and slammed down on Pankaj, her own little orgasms collecting together into one big, overwhelming cum. Finally, Pankaj, feeling his son spasming against him from across the thin membrane separating their erections, let himself slide into orgasm as well. The three lovers collapsed on each other, their sweaty bodies gliding over each other.

"Mmmm... oh, fuck..." Nandini sighed. "Oh, wow, I wanna stay like this forever, feeling both of you inside of me." She kissed Pankaj deeply, her tongue pushing aggressively inside of his mouth, just inches away from Akash. Then, she turned her head and found his mouth, treating him the same, kissing him as deeply as she had her husband.

"My two wonderful, wonderful lovers..."

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Divya Singhal stood in the dark hallway. She looked at the closed door, her hand reaching toward the doorknob. She paused, then let her hand fall.

"What am I doing here?" Her soft whisper sounded loud in the quiet house.

Last night had gotten out of control, and she wasn't sure how it had happened. Sure, she had been teasing her father for a couple of years now, ever since she had realized that he had noticed her body's development. But it had always been innocent, just harmless flirtation, nothing more.

And then she had let him pull her skirt down, panties too. She had stayed completely still as he looked at her. She knew he had seen just about everything there was to see. And he had touched her. Her father had touched her! In fact, she had been sure he was going to do more when he suddenly ran away.

But she didn't want things to change. She liked the way things had been. She had to reestablish some normalcy in her life, and this was the first step. She firmly took hold of the doorknob, turned it and opened the door to her father's bedroom.

The room was larger than hers, and was dominated by the immense bed. The thick shades allowed only slivers of the early morning sunlight in, leaving deep shadows over everything. There, on the bed, was her father, the sheets twisted around his arms and legs as if he had been furiously wrestling them all night long. His handsome face was turned away from her.

She walked towards the bed, her eyes fixed on his broad shoulders, the muscles of his chest just visible in the darkness. Her foot got caught in something, and she looked down to see her father's trousers, the boxers still in them. With her toes, she pulled the underwear up to her hand. The front was damp, proof positive of what had happened the night before.

Her heart pounding, she brought her father's boxers to her face, sniffing delicately. Her senses were all at once overwhelmed with the musk of her Daddy's spend.

"You perv," she whispered to herself, grinning at her own audacity. A movement came from the bed, and she dropped the boxers quickly, taking a step back towards the door in panic. But she could see no further motion, so she steeled herself, and started towards the bed again.

She stood next to the bed, looking at the sleeping form of the man she had known all of her life. Her heart filled with love for him. How vulnerable he seemed right now, so quietly sleeping. She reached out and gently rubbed his shoulder.

His eyes opened, slowly, then took in the form of his daughter in the half-light. He couldn't see her very clearly. He smiled sleepily, then stretched his arms over his head, yawning.

"Hi, honey," he murmured. "I was just dreaming about you."

"Only good things, I hope," she giggled, still touching him. The sheet had fallen to his waist, baring his naked torso. She felt warm all over, seeing him like this. He was just the way a man should be.

Rajesh looked at his daughter standing there. His dream had been so wonderful, so lovely. They had been together in some nice field, just the way a father and daughter should be. He reached up and lovingly touched her on the arm.

Suddenly, he recalled the events of the night before. He jerked upright, whipping his hand away from her, and turned on the lamp at the bedside. Both father and daughter shielded their eyes from the sudden blinding light.

"What are you doing here, Divya?" His voice sounded strangled, harsh.

"Um," she replied, suddenly at a loss for words. What was she doing here? And why had she dressed this way? All at once, it all seemed so horribly immature. "I, uh, I think we need to talk."

"No." He couldn't believe how mean he sounded. This wasn't what he wanted at all. "No, I don't want to talk about anything. I just want things to go back to the way they were."

"So do I, Daddy," Divya sobbed, tears brimming in her eyes. "Everything was so much fun, before."

"Oh, Princess," he said, his heart softening, and he looked up at her. His eyes were now accustomed to the light, and he realized that she was hardly dressed at all. She had a cropped t-shirt on that reached just below her breasts, and a pair of shiny pink string bikini panties. His throat suddenly dry, he forced himself to gather her into a purely fatherly jug. She melted against him, her hot tears scalding against his bare chest.

"The things that happened last night?" He paused, unsure of how to go on.

"Oh, Daddy," she hiccupped, "you were such a bad, bad man."

"Wha—what do you mean, Divya? You told me... I mean, you said to..."

"I was weak," she whispered. "But I need you to be strong, don't you see?"

"Uh, no, I don't think I do," he faltered. She pulled back to look up into his face. Her gorgeous blue eyes, damp from the tears, bored into his.

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"I like being with you, Daddy." She looked down, taking a deep breath. "I like being able to wear whatever I want around you."


"Wait a second, honey—"

"Let me finish, Daddy." She smiled up at him, bravely. "I know I must drive you crazy with the clothes I wear sometimes." Her statement made him once more acutely aware of how she was dressed. And, for God's sake, he was naked under the sheet! He hunched forward trying to hide that he was starting to get an erection.

"Honestly, Daddy, you've got nothing to be ashamed of, don't you see that? Any guy would probably... well, anyways." She smiled, a private smile that he could not interpret. His eyes were drawn to the top of her little cropped tee. There was an ungodly amount of skin exposed, including the enticing upper slopes of her pretty tits.

"So, you see, Daddy, I don't mind that you look at me. I don't mind that you get kinda excited by it. In fact," her voice dropped to a tentative whisper, "I like it, Daddy."

He sat, stunned by what his sweet little daughter was saying. He had thought, at least up until Friday night, that she had been innocently unaware of his illicit ogling. He had felt such guilt all of this time for his unfatherly thoughts. And now, she was not only telling him that it was okay for him to stare, but that she...

Divya watched her father thinking, giggling inside at his confused expression. His arm fell from her shoulders, falling down along her back. She put her head back down on his chest, looking as hard as she could into his lap. Was he hard? Had she made him hard again? She loved the thought of him hard because of her.

"And, Daddy, it's so important to me that you can touch me, that you can express your affection to me physically. So that's why you have to be strong. That's why you can only touch what you can see." She looked back up at him, her eyes electric. "Can you be strong like I need you to be?"

"K-Divya..."

"Can you?" Her voice was demanding, firm. He looked at her, lost.

"Yes, Princess." He gave in, gave in to the craziness, gave in to the lust he felt in his iron-hard erection.

"No matter what I say, right, Daddy? Even if," her voice became sultry, "even if I ask you to lift my skirt up? Or if I ask you to push my panties down?"

He was trembling, aroused beyond belief. This girl had the power to push all of his buttons. He nodded, quietly.

"Then, kiss me, Daddy, to seal the deal." She looked intently at him. "If we kiss, right here, right now, then neither of us will ever feel anything but good about what we do together."

She leaned up to him, her eyes closed. He looked at her, her pretty face flushed, her hair in its usual neat ponytail. Her lips looked full, plush, velvet. He took a deep breath, and leaned in, taking in her face as he came closer. That face that he knew so well, that he had seen every day of his life. His lips came into contact with hers, father's on daughter's, in a sweet, soft, gentle kiss. She felt so pliant in his arms, so giving. It was a perfect kiss, no tongue, no greed.

Divya felt like she was kissing her father for hours, her heart pounding in her throat. She had her arms around his neck, limp in his arm, her chest lightly rubbing against his. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and she knew that if he asked her to, she would simply give herself totally to him.

For Rajesh, the kiss was a fulfillment of every dream he had ever had. The girl's body was completely relaxed in his grasp, her soft breasts pushing against his bare chest. And when he finally pulled back from her, she sighed contentedly, and looked at him with soft eyes.



"That's that, then, Daddy," she said, happily. "Now, then, big guy," she smirked, pushing him in the chest so that he fell onto his back, "we can get on with it, hmmm?" And she lifted a long leg over him and settled back to sit on his middle. He panicked as she let her sweet ass come into contact with his groin, because his cock, so hard now, had pushed up onto his stomach. She looked at him, one eyebrow raised, and let herself down.



"Mmmmm. That feels nice, Daddy," she cooed, her pussy right on top of his length. All that was between them was her satin panties and the sheet. She could feel every ridge of him against her, the thickness pushing between her lips and spreading her apart. She was already so wet she felt slick.



He goggled at her, sitting on him, the way she had done so many times when she had been a little girl. But of course, so much was different now. She was so sexy, he couldn't help but reach his hands up and place them on her waist.



"Only what I can see, right, Baby?"



"Mm-hm," she hummed, shifting forward on his cock. His erection slipped down the length of her slit, the head pushing against her clit through the two thin layers separating them. She shuddered delicately, then moved forward again.



He looked at her moving on him, her eyes closed, her lower lip caught by her teeth. Her eyes were closed, her brow knit in concentration. Rajesh looked down at his hands, holding his daughter's wriggling hips. He gently moved his fingers up her sides, grazing each rib. As she came forward, her shirt rode up slightly on her body, and the bottom curves of her breasts came into view. His heart pounding, he let his fingers caress the edges of her sweet tits.



"Ooh, you can see that?"



"Uh-huh," he smiled, his fingers cupping just the portion he could see. "I didn't even have to move anything out of the way, honey."



"Th—then I guess it's okay," she said, absentmindedly, slipping back again on him. His cock felt like it was boiling, surrounded by the warmth of her pussy. As she came back this time, the tip of his cock pushed against the set of her panties. With a gasp, she felt it push the material inside of her a fraction of an inch.



"Oh, wow, Daddy," she whispered, pausing in her movements. She wiggled slightly on him, the tip seating itself a little deeper inside of her.



"You okay, Princess?"



"Mmmm, you could say that," she said, before looking down at him. "How about you? Are you strong?"



"You're testing me, Divya," he smiled, his hands now wandering down her sides again to rest on her hips, over the thin string of the panties. "But yes, I'm strong." His finger wandered along the edge of her panties, touching the lower part of her abdomen. She moved back again, his cock moving back out of her. But her panties had been pushed inside of her, and her wetness kept it there. The result was that the front had pulled down to show him the top edge of her trimmed pubic hair. With wonder, he let his finger touch the coarse hair that Rajeshed her womanhood.



"You can pull them further down, Daddy," she husked, her eyes half-lidded, her lips pouting. His finger toyed with the waistband, but he shook his head.



"Ohhh, such a good Daddy," she moaned, feeling shudders spreading through her. He let his hands slip down further, on her legs, his fingers between her thighs, so close to where she needed to be touched. Wantonly, she pushed her hips towards him. With her ass still in contact with his cock, she let her fingers slip inside of the front of her panties to touch her own pussy, there, right in front of her father.



His fingers were right next to her pussy, the panties still captured inside of her vagina. He realized that the very edges of her labia were visible to him, so he felt the hot, soft skin there, the pink chubby lips slippery with her juices. Her finger rubbed around her clit, madly stimulating herself. Her ass moved back and forth on his cock, so hard, so demanding.



With a groan, she shuddered, her fingers pausing, then rubbing again, as her orgasm overtook her. He felt his own overstimulated organ start to jerk, the cum rushing out from his very depths to jet against the sheets gathered under her. He arched his back, pushing his pulsing cock harder against his daughter.



And then, she collapsed on him, trapping his still spurting cock between them, right under her hand. She lay there, quietly, letting him finish against her fingers. And then she pulled her hand out, and looked at the wetness gathered there.


"Ew, Daddy," she giggled, and then, unbelievably, he started laughing, too.

[Givemeextra]

"Hi, Divya."

"Oh, hey, Akash, what's doing?"

"Nothin' much. Just thinking about you."

"So sweet. I was thinking about the last time we talked on the phone."

"Yeah? Fun wasn't it?"

"Uh, sure, 'fun' is one way to describe it."

"Just a harmless fantasy, right, Divya?"

"I don't know. I think it might have been more than a fantasy."

"Hah! What's going through your dirty little mind, you perv?"

"My dirty mind! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black, Mister!"

"You're avoiding the question, Divya. Have you been having dirty little thoughts?"

"Only with you, Akash. You... you seem to bring them out in me."

"I like that, baby. I'd like to hear your dirty thoughts."

"Will you get your Mom in the room again?"

"Uh, you mean, pretend to get her in the room?"

"Sure, whatev, Akash. 'Pretend' if you want. But I want to be on speaker-phone."

"Man, you are hot to trot, aren't you?"

"Boiling, and all because of you, you big brute, you."

"All right, hang on a sec."

Pause.

"I'm back, and I've got my Mom in the room."

"Am I on speaker-phone?"

"Yep."

"Hi, Mrs. Sharma."

"She's waving hi back to you."

"A little shy? 'S OK. I'll do the talking, anyway. I've been getting so hot thinking about you getting it on with your son. What kind of sicko am I? What kind of slut plays with herself thinking of her boyfriend and his Mom fooling around? But that's me, and I'm admitting it to you before I've even met you. Tell your son to get his pants off."

"She's actually helping me."

"Akash, tell me what she's doing, okay? I've got something to get off of my chest. You see, I've been having nasty thoughts about my Dad. And more, I've actually been acting on them."

"She's holding my cock in her hand right now, Divya."

"Mmmmm. Thanks. I've got my pants off too, okay? Like, I've been showing off my body to him? And he's totally into looking at me, too. He even gets hard when I'm walking around."

"How have you been showing off?"

"Well, I'll wear my silk kimono and let it slip up my legs, or gape open at the top. But that's all old news, okay? 'Cause when you left me Friday night, I was so hot from everything we had done in the restaurant, that I sat on the couch with him, with my feet in his lap, and he rubbed my legs, and I kinda scooted down the couch for him to rub higher, and my skirt lifted up over my waist?"

"Mmmm. Sounds pretty hot, Divya. My Mom thinks so, too. She's started to lick my cock."

"Ooh, that's so cool. Mrs. Sharma? You're the most awesome Mom, y'know?"

"She just gave me the thumbs up and winked while she took me into her mouth."

"God, that gets me so fucking aroused. Oh, sorry, Mrs. Sharma, I didn't mean to swear."

"She's rolling her eyes. Oh. I get it. She means it's sorta silly to apologize for swearing considering what we're doing here. What happened next?"

"Well, I was pretty sure my Dad could see my panties, you remember, the blue thongs?"

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah, and I moved even further down, so that he was rubbing all up and down my thighs, and then he touched my panties for the first time. You see, all of this time, all of the time I had been teasing him, he had never made any move on me. He'd always been the perfect father. Speaking of fathers, where's yours?"

"He had to go into the office today."

"Does he know about you and your Mom?"

"Oh, sure. He's like totally into it, which is really cool."

"Oh, fuck, that made me just cum a little. Have you seen his cock?"

"Well, yeah, actually. But I'm not like gay or anything."

"Didn't say you were. Homo. Just kidding. Is it bigger than yours?"

"I dunno. Let me ask my Mom. She's nodding yes, but she held up her fingers just a little apart. Don't worry, Mom, I'm not sensitive or anything."

"What's she doing now?"



"She's gotten up on the bed on all fours, pushing her butt out at me. I'm pushing her skirt up over her ass. Nice, no panties."



"Is she shaved?"



"Are you?"



"Naughty. Yes. But not everything."



"Her too. She's wet, I can feel."



"Mmmm. I wish I was there to watch. But back to my story. See, now I knew that we had crossed a line, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to go there. Of course, I didn't know about you and your Mom at that time."



"You still don't."



"Hush. Let me fantasize here. So he like put his fingers just under the edge of my panties, and I told him that he could only touch what he could see."



"Ooh, I like that. I'm putting my cock into my Mom from behind."



"Pussy or ass?"



"God, Divya, you are twisted. Pussy, of course. At least this time."



"Is she tight?"



"Yeah, ooh, pretty fucking tight. I like being inside her while I'm talking to you."



"Go all the way in, then stay there."



"Mm-hm. Okay."



"Stay like that. So my Dad totally petted me from outside my panties, even touching the sides of my pussy, and I like totally came right there in front of him. I am so embarrassed even thinking about it."



"Doesn't sound like it. Mmmm. Can I move now?"



"Yeah, but just around in circles a bit. I need to explain my fantasy to you. Like, right now? My Dad's outside my room, listening to me talk to you on the phone."



"Really?"



"No, doofus, in my fantasy. Actually, I think he's in the backyard."



"But you don't know for sure."



"Uh..."



"He could totally be right outside your door."



"Ohhhh, shit, that's too good. I came again. Just for that, you can move in and out of your Mom, but slowly, get it?"



"Uh-huh. Ohhh, thanks, Divya, that feels so hot."



"Anyway, in my fantasy, he hears us talking about all of this hot shit, and he gets his nerve up to come inside. And I don't even see him at first, right? But then he gets on the bed with me, and pushes my legs apart. His head goes down between my thighs and he starts to lick me."



"Oh, Divya, keep on going, I love this!"



"Pick up a little speed with your Mom, 'kay? I'm going to get going on my pussy, now."



"And his tongue feels so fan-fucking-tastic against me, licking circles around my clit, dipping inside me, tasting his little girl, savoring me. And then, he lifts himself up, and positions himself over me. His cock is so huge. I've never seen one so big, I'm scared, nervous, but also excited that he knows I'm a woman now."



"Uhh, uhh..."



"And the head of his prick pokes against me. It's too big, I whisper, but he gives me no mercy, pushing that bloated thing against my tiny cunt. Ohh, fuck, I love that word, CUNT, it's so dirty, y'know?"



"Uh-huhhh, I'm fucking my Mom's cunt right now."



"Ohhhhh, fuck... I came again a little, you hot stud, you. And now, he pushes against me and I feel it finally slip inside, filling me up with his hot flesh, pushing the walls of my pussy apart. Slowly, ohh so fucking sloooowly, he pushes deeper until his balls are against my ass, my legs up in the air, I'm so open for him, so totally his..."

Mmm, ooohhhh, ohhhhh..."



"He's finally inside of me! My Daddy's finally filling me up, and I'm like completely consumed by him, oh, oh, ohhh, and then he FUCKS me, oh, ohh, Maaaax, oh God I'm coming, MAAAXXXXX!"



"Divya! Oh, ohhhhhh, me too, me toooo!"



"Mmmm. Ooh. Oh, that was really, really nice."



"Yeah, for me too."



"And me!"



"What?!"



"Thanks, Divya, this is Nandini. That was maybe the hottest sex I've ever had!"


"Oh Fuck..."

[Givemeextra]

All day long, Nandini had been thinking about how she had revealed her family's secret to a relative stranger. Sure, she had been coming down from an amazing cum with her son, all the while listening to his girlfriend's disembodied voice describing her fantasy of sex with her father. So, perhaps, you could excuse her indiscretion. But now that the emotions had calmed down, all she felt was a horrible ball of churning dread in the depths of her stomach.

She had been barely able to look Akash in the eye afterwards. He had said nothing, voiced no disapproval. Yet she could tell that he, too, was unsure of the implications of her actions. Thankfully, Divya had been reasonable on the phone, promising to tell no one of what she had learned. Still, she was so young, and Nandini hardly knew her at all. Who knew if she was as trustworthy as she seemed?

"Hey, Mom, guess what?" Akash's voice called from the other room.

"What is it?" She walked into the living room, where Akash had just shut off his cell phone.

"That was Rajesh Singhal calling." Nandini's heart skipped a beat. Oh, God, how could she have forgotten? It was bad enough that she had told Divya of her incestuous relationship with her son; but Divya's father was also a major shareholder in her husband Pankaj' business.

"Anyway, he's invited our family over for drinks, a swim, and dinner at their place." Akash watched his mother carefully for her reaction. He could guess at what was going through her mind. Still, he had faith in her instincts. They had worked perfectly well up until this point.

Nandini thought for a second. And then, an idea occurred to her. A way that would ensure the safety of the Sharma family secret. And a way that would create more happiness in this world, if she judged correctly. All it would take would be her usual care and planning.

"Akash, I'm going to need you to go along with everything I do today."

"You have no idea how much I love it when you say that, Mom!"

Divya looked at herself in the mirror. The same old reflection as always gazed back at her. Was that the kind of girl who played sex games with her own father? Who had a boyfriend who slept with his mother? The girl in the mirror looked as clean-cut, straight-arrow as ever. She didn't look like she was hiding secrets.



She frowned at her image. She was not used to introspection. She had always identified what she wanted, and then done what she had to to get it. In this instance, however, her desires were so far removed from anything she had experienced in her young life.



Still, the thought of her father's hands on her hips as she rubbed herself against his oh so hard cock this morning brought a smile to her lips. And even better, the way she had been able to admit her fantasies to her boyfriend had made her feel liberated, open to possibilities. So that when the game that she had thought they were playing turned out not to be just pretend, but only too real, she had felt relieved, really.



"Divya?" A knock on her door, and her father's voice.



"Come in," she called. The door opened, and her handsome father walked in, to stand behind her. He tentatively put his hands on her shoulders and looked over her at their reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a camisole like top, with thin straps over her bra, and a pair of shorts. Her skin was warm and smooth under his hands.



"So, I called up your boyfriend, and invited his family over for this afternoon." She raised her eyebrows at him. "I hope that's okay with you."



"Um, sure," she smiled hesitantly. Part of her was nervous at the thought of meeting Akash's mother after that morning. She leaned back into her father's chest, watching him steadily in the mirror. His large hands looked so manly on her thin shoulders. He caressed down her arms, his fingers so close to her breasts as they passed by.



He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. How had she come from him? She was more than the sum of himself and his poor, dead wife, Devaki. He wasn't sure why she let him take these liberties with her, why she seemed intent on pushing their relationship beyond where it had been up to this point. At the same time, it was outside of his ability to put a stop to it, and he really wasn't sure that he wanted to.



He drew his hands back up her slender arms, feeling the delicate hairs brushing against him. He let his fingers move over her biceps, the youthful muscles firm against him. Only what you can see, she had said.



She felt him move towards the inner sides of her arms. Her heart was beating quickly; she knew that if she kept her arms still, his fingers would be pushed against her breasts. He had only touched them once, and th, or seen them. Would she let him? As long as he played by her rules, she thought, as long as he stayed strong.



Trembling, Rajesh watched his daughter in the mirror. She was looking straight at him, her blue eyes burning in intensity. She took a deep breath, then melted back against him. Her butt pushed back into his groin, and he realized that, once again, he had a steel-hard erection. His hands finally moved to the inside of her arms, and the backs of his fingers pushed against the outer sides of her firm breasts.



God, they felt so wonderful! He knew he couldn't turn his hands around to cup them, but he reveled in the contact he had made. He caressed up and down the insides of her upper arms, letting his fingers push against the curves under her cami. She smiled secretively, her little red tongue darting out to wet her lips.



"Mmmm," Divya murmured, "that's so nice, Daddy. Is it nice for you, too?"



"Uh huh," Rajesh muttered. She looked at him, mischievously.



"I bet, Daddy," she whispered. "Can you stay strong?"



He just nodded, his mind awhirl. With a quirk of her lips, Divya gently moved her arms forward, keeping them close to her sides. Rajesh's eyes widened as his daughter moved his fingers forward over her tits.



"Uh, Divya..."



"Shhh. Just remember the rules, Daddy," she teased.



His fingers were still wrapped around her arms, moving slightly up and down. Her butt was molded to his groin, his erection pushed deeply between the cheeks of her ass. Slowly, so slowly, Divya brought her arms in front of her breasts.



And Rajesh felt the hard nubs of her nipples pushing against his knuckles. By moving his hands up and down, he teased them, feeling them become harder through her bra and little cami. Divya shuddered, then turned her head to look up into her father's face.



"Mmmm," she said, "you are a good boy, aren't you?" She kissed him tenderly on his cheek. "Now, I need a few minutes to get ready for our guests. You'd better go and cool down, huh?" She pulled away from him, her arms moving away from her front. His hips moved involuntarily forward, trying to maintain contact. She laughed, prettily, and pushed him on his chest.


"Scoot, you," she trilled, and turned to her closet. As she stepped inside the walk-in, she pulled the cami over her head. She closed the door, and Rajesh was left with the pain of an unsatisfied cock.