Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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"Hi, I'm Nandini Sharma."

Rajesh Singhal had opened the door to see a beautiful woman on his doorstep. Her gleaming hair was pulled back into a loose pony-tail. Her full lips were in a relaxed smile. She wore a thin silky blouse and a flowery saree, her pert breasts nearly exposed by the gaping neckline and the saree tucked in well below her navel.

"Uh, hi. I'm Rajesh Singhal. I know your husband, Pankaj. Where's Akash?"

"Here I am." Akash came from around the trunk of the Porsche, holding a sports bag and a bottle of wine which he handed to their host.

"Oh, thanks. There was really no need..."

"Nonsense," Nandini replied. "Simple courtesy to thank you for the invitation. I have to apologize for my husband. He had to work today, but he sends his regards."

"Hi, Akash!" Divya came bounding down the stairs. Akash smiled as she came up to stand next to her father. She was so pretty, so sexy, wearing the saree in a perfetly sexy way.

"Hey, Divya," he replied. "I'd like you to meet my Mom, Nandini."

Divya looked at the young mother. She seemed so sure of herself, standing on the doorstep. How was that possible? Hadn't she in fact confessed a horrible secret to her just that morning? But she couldn't help but return the warm smile the woman gave her. Her heart opened up in that second. Akash's mother was just the way she had always imagined a mother should be.

Nandini approved of the girl in every regard. She was gorgeous, of course. But she seemed genuine, in a way so few young women were, in her experience. And it was clear that Divya was assessing her as well. In reality, her heart was pounding, but she was suppressing her anxiety. She had a plan.

"Excuse me, where are my manners," Rajesh said. "Please, come in."


"I love your room, Divya." Nandini looked around the bedroom. Tastefully decorated, she decided. Not the typical teenager room at all. The colors were muted, mostly off-whites and tans, with throw pillows offering splashes of primary colors. Not a shred of pink, and no stupid posters of girlhood idols.

Divya watched the mother of her boyfriend walk around. The woman looked younger than her age (late thirties? Early forties?), and held herself with a dancer's grace. Her slim body showed pleasing feminine curves through exposed navel and back..

"Did you decorate it yourself?"

"Uh, well, not entirely," Divya admitted. "We had an interior decorator, but I made most of the choices." How were they having this conversation, and not the one that she expected? Nandini had stood up after about twenty minutes of small talk with her father and Akash and announced that the two girls were going to have some time together. Akash had caught her eye and winked at her behind her father's back, mouthing "good luck!"

Nandini had asked her to show her her room, and here they were, not talking about the thing that she most wanted to discuss. But how could she go about broaching that subject? It was so completely out of the range of normal conversation that there seemed no way they could mention Nandini's indiscretion that morning.

For her part, Nandini was incredibly nervous. Fortunately, she could sense the girl's anxiety, and that gave her confidence. But, incredibly, she was also turned on. What was wrong with her? Her pussy felt slick inside her panties. She couldn't believe that the idea that someone outside of her family knew of her affair with her son was so exciting to her. But she couldn't deny the thrills she was feeling. It was even better pretending with her boy's girlfriend that there was nothing out of the ordinary going on.

Still, she had to swing the next part of her plan into action. She could hardly rely on the girl's fantasies of incest to keep her from revealing the Sharma family secret. She took a deep breath (her nipples rubbing against the silky fabric of her lacy bra) and turned to face the girl.



"Divya, we need to talk," she said firmly. Astonishing how easy it was to let her years of motherliness color the tone of her voice.



"Um, okay," Divya muttered. Her face flushed, embarrassingly. Her pulse was pounding.



"I enjoyed our conversation this morning immensely," the woman continued, walking slowly over towards the teenager.



"I, uh, I didn't know you were there." She twisted her hands together. The thought of that morning's telephone call was causing her knees to tremble.



"Didn't you?" The question was quietly asked. Nandini had reached the nervous girl, and put a finger on her bare shoulder. Divya jerked, nearly imperceptibly, but stayed where she was. "Does it matter?"



"I—I guess not."



"I didn't think so, sweetie," Nandini smiled. She ran her finger up Divya's neck, caressing her ear, then moving along the fine, high cheekbone. "You're a very beautiful girl, Divya. Did you know that?"



Divya nodded, feeling herself completely lost under the spell of the pretty mother. Was it just because she was a mother? Divya had so desperately wanted one for so long, she admitted to herself. She had pretended to be strong, to be independent. But how painful that gaping hole in her life had been.



Nandini saw the trusting look in the deep blue eyes, the tear that suddenly gathered and trembled on the lower eyelid before tumbling down the perfectly made-up cheek. Her heart tore, and she fell in love, yet again. How could she resist the surrender she was witnessing before her eyes? But she had to stick to her plan.



"I want you to know that I would like you to be a part of our lives," she continued. Her hand cupped the girl's face, and Divya leaned into it. Nandini smiled, and let her thumb run over her full lips. With a look of wonder, Divya allowed the thumb to enter her mouth. Her tongue tentatively wrapped around the digit, and she sucked it gently.



Nandini's heart soared. What a wonderful feeling, to have a person accept you so totally, so unconditionally. At the same time, she had to be careful not to hurt her. Divya had laid herself wide open.



"That's my girl," she whispered encouragingly. "That's my sweet girl." She watched the beautiful girl for a few more seconds before gently disengaging her thumb from the warm mouth.



"How..." Divya looked away in confusion.



"Go on, Divya," Nandini said warmly. "It's all right." Divya looked up at her, so hopeful.



"How did you, I mean, you and Akash... How did you two, you know..."



"Get together, you mean." Nandini looked around the room. "Come here. I'll show you."



She led Divya over to the computer which was in sleep mode. She had Divya sit down and leaned over to activate the monitor and open up an internet browser. Divya wondered what Nandini was about to show her. She looked up at the woman's face next to her. So pretty, the intense green eyes, the little retrousse nose, the pouty lips. So much more delicate than her face. She couldn't help but plant a sweet soft kiss on the cheek, and was rewarded with a happy smile.


Nandini opened up the website that she had caught Akash looking at, and quickly found the picture of Kareena Kapoor in the green micromini bikini, on all fours.

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"There," she said. "I caught him looking at this."

"Really?" Divya laughed out loud. "He must have been mortified."

"He was," Nandini grinned. "And I reacted poorly, too. So later that night, I went back to his room to apologize."

"Wearing only a see-through negligee, right?" Divya's voice was mocking. "Isn't that a bit clichéd?"

"Watch your tone of voice, girl," Nandini responded, curtly.

"Sorry, Mrs. Sharma," Divya said, crestfallen.

"It's all right, Divya, and call me Nandini. Truthfully, there was no intent. At least not at that point. Still. I was wearing my usual saree. It was far more than what I usually wear around the house." She paused. "Used to wear around the house, I mean."

Divya giggled nervously. Nandini kissed the top of her head.

"So, anyway, Akash was only wearing boxer shorts. He seemed so confused, so vulnerable, and I was trying to understand him, to understand why he would look at something so... so vulgar, I suppose." Divya nodded, her eyes glued to the screen where the picture of the girl displaying her barely covered pussy and asshole was nearly as large as life.

"I asked him to show me the picture again," gesturing to the screen. "He sat in the chair like you are now. Here," she smiled. "We'll recreate the scene." With deft fingers she pulled the tie of Divya's dress from the back of her neck. It slithered down the girl's body quickly, leaving her sitting in her sheer bra. The girl gasped at her sudden exposure.

"Mrs. Sharma!"

"Nandini, honey. Remember? Just slip out of that dress for me." Numbly, Divya lifted her hips and let the dress pool on the ground at her feet. She was shocked at the sudden turn of events. But excited as well, eager in some part of her for her new friend (mother?) to see just how grown-up she was. Her nipples were suddenly hard.

"That's a pretty bra, dear," Nandini said carelessly, as if it was an everyday matter for a woman to be half-naked with her son's girlfriend, looking at porn. "In any case, back to my story. I was leaning on the back of his chair, like this, with my arm around his body."

She carefully put her arm across the girl's chest, sliding her hand across the upper slopes of her breasts. Divya sighed happily. She felt warm, so warm and content, feeling Nandini's loving touch.

"I asked Akash to describe what he liked about the picture. And he did, with some prompting." She let her hand caress the top of Divya's right breast. Her heart was pounding. This was the first time in her life she had ever felt another woman's body. To be honest, in the past, the idea would have disgusted her. But something had changed in her. Something had opened a floodgate of possibilities.

Divya was like play-dough under the older woman's fingers. She felt her pussy get wet, her lips opening up. She knew that the tiny pair of panties she was wearing would be no match for her excitement. But she didn't care. She opened and shut her thighs, wanting to increase the stimulation in her center, not daring to reach down and touch herself as she was longing to do.

"I found myself pressing into the back of his head, like this. Do you know, I think he felt it, even though I wasn't really aware of doing it." She let her own breast push against the thick hair of the seated girl. "Maybe he could feel my nipple against him. It even went onto the side of his face like this. Can you feel my nipple, honey?"

Divya felt the breast push against her cheek, the warmth apparent through the thin silky blouse. She nuzzled against it, that motherly object, that symbol of nurturing. But she didn't need nurturing right now. She needed something to give her that release that she was craving so deeply. She shook her head to indicate that she couldn't feel it.

"Oh, dear," Nandini sighed. "I suppose, in the interests of true simulation, we should rectify that." She stood up straight, removing her hand from the gentle caresses of Divya's breast. "Would you be a darling, Divya, and undress me?"

Divya looked up to see the beautiful woman turn away from her. She stood up, carefully. She felt short of breath, dizzy. She, unlike Nandini, had experimented with other girls before. Who but the worst prude hadn't? Especially on the volleyball team. But never before had she felt anything this intense.

She slowly slid the pallu off her shoulder, held the pallu by its end and started pulling it gently. Nandini started turning in circles allowing the saree to come off her flesh completely. She then led her fingers unbutton Nandini’s silky blouse and in the process felt her fingers on her firm breasts. She then removed the blouse and petticoat off Nandini’s beautiful body. Divya watched as Nandini was exposed. The woman was wearing the most outrageous g-string and a thin lacy bra! Her ass, tight and high, had only the tiniest of strings between the cheeks drawing one's attention to the magnificence of her body. Nandini slimed at her and undid her bra.



Without thinking, Divya reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. She needed to be as nude as Nandini. She needed to show her, to demonstrate to her.



Nandini turned to find Divya blushing, now only wearing her own tiny pair of panties. The two women regarded each other. The tension between them was thick.



"Didn't you say, uh, that Akash had only his boxers on?"



"Mm-hm. Only his boxers, Divya." The girl's breasts were really astonishing. Larger than her own, they still stood firm and proud high on her chest. Maybe years down the line they would require a bra to maintain their shape. But at the present time, youth proved its worth.

"Sit down again, honey," she directed, and stood once again behind the seated teenager. "So, where were we? Oh, yes. I thought he could feel my nipple against his cheek. Can you feel it now?"



Divya nodded, her mind in sexual overdrive. This was too erotic. The warm breast against her, the hot nipple pushing against the corner of her mouth. And the hand gently cupping her own breast, toying with her own nipple. She couldn't stop herself now, even had she wanted to. Her fingers found their way into her panties, touching herself, setting off tremors of lust throughout her body.



"Oh, how did you know? He started to touch himself, too. My own son, jerking off in front of me, the both of us pretending that he wasn't doing it." Nandini smiled in memory. She felt Divya moving her head to take her nipple into her mouth, those full lips surrounding her hard nubbin and that hot wet tongue swirling around it.



"I couldn't see it, mind you," she went on, her eyes clouding in the excitement of the moment. "It was dark, and his hard cock was under the desk. Still, I could see his hand, feel the movement, just as I can with you now."



"Mmm, Nandini," Divya moaned around the tit in her mouth. "Oh, God, that is too hot."



"I know, right? Still, I wasn't ready to do anything more with him at that time. It was too soon. But I came back the next night."



"And this time, what were you wearing?"



"Oh, you little minx. Is it that easy to see through me?"



"Not at all, mmmmm... Sorry, just came a little there. No, 's just what I would have done."



"I guess we're kind of alike, then, hmmm?"



"I think so."



"You were right. This time I wore a black lacy teddy. I was so bad. But my husband encouraged me, although I didn't know why at the time. And that night, he took my nipple in his mouth, through the teddy, just like you're doing now. Mmmm, it feels so lovely, sweetie."


Divya nodded, her eyes looking up into the eyes of her new lover. She moved her finger deeper inside of her, seeking more stimulation.

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"And this time I stayed until he came. Oh, God, he got some on my arm, and I couldn't help myself, I had to taste it." She shuddered, her thighs pressed tight together. "I managed to control myself until I got out of the room."

"Ohh, Nandini, this is so hot. What happened the next night?"

"Mmmm. The next night was even better. I sat on his lap." Divya gasped. "That's right, honey. In the sheerest of negligees, only a g-string, and I'm pretty sure he got naked before I sat down. He jerked off, and I rubbed myself on his leg while he held me by the waist."

"Oh, God! Oh, fuck, Nandini. Oooh. I just came again."

"Let's move to the bed, Divya. I think I need to taste you."

In a flash, Divya bounded to the bed. She lay back, her face flushed, her breathing fast. She looked over as Nandini stalked towards her. She heard herself whining, mewling for the contact that was about to come.

Nandini looked down at the girl, so hot, so wanton in her excitement. She trailed her finger down the slim body, muscular and fit from all the cheering she had done. Her finger reached the panties and hooked onto them. Divya lifted her waist and Nandini pulled the underwear down those long legs.

At last, at last. Divya was naked in front of her boyfriend's mother. She felt free, soaring. She let her legs fall apart in the most unladylike way. But she was beyond caring. She had to let Nandini see her most feminine places.

For her part, Nandini was about to undertake something that she had never imagined that she would do. But who was she to say anything? This whole week had been full of things that she had never imagined she would do. She knelt between the girl's legs, gazing on the glistening pussy in front of her. She had shaved the lips, leaving a small patch of dark brown curls at the top.

The heat rising from that spot was amazing. And the smell. It was much more delicate than she would have thought. But so arousing. She used her fingers to spread the outer lips wide. The tiny inner lips were so pink, and the little bud of her clit was pulsing.

"Oooooh, Nandini," Divya whimpered. "Please?"

Nandini leaned in. She extended her tongue and made contact with the flesh of the overheated teenager. The tang of the girl's juices spread rapidly over her tongue. It didn't taste bad, as she had feared. Of course, she had tasted herself over the years, whether on her fingers or on her husband's cock. But that was her own juices. She had always imagined that she would be revolted by another woman's. Instead, she was drawn back to get more.

Divya felt the first tentative lick, and it caused her to jerk. And then, Nandini moved back in. Was it possible that she had never done this before? In a moment, that didn't matter any more. The contact of the soft tongue against her caused jolts of electricity to burst through her. And Nandini was an incredibly sensitive lover. She seemed attuned to the slightest murmur and reacted accordingly.

Her mind flew through all kinds of amazing images, and she started to push herself against the older woman's mouth. She held onto the shining hair of the head between her legs, and forced herself harder and harder against that seeking tongue. And when it dipped deep into her, and then pulled back to circle, hard, once, twice, three times around her aching clit, Divya exploded.

Nandini felt the intense need, the demanding grasp on her head. She gave her all to Divya, everything that she could, searching deep inside the girl, pressing her mouth hard against the sopping pussy, drinking her juices down. And delighting in every minute of it. She felt her own need, her own desires, but she had to repress them for the time being.

"Oh, wow. Mmm," Divya sighed. "That was really intense, Mrs. Sh—I mean, Nandini." She was breathing heavily, her breasts lifting and falling rapidly. Her forehead was sweaty, her face and chest flushed. She had gripped the coverlet tightly with both hands. She released them now as Nandini came up to lie next to her.

"I'm glad I was able to help, sweetie," Nandini purred, brushing Divya's bangs from across her face. The girl looked so relaxed, so sweet in her post-orgasmic bliss.

"What happened the next night?"

"Oh. Well," Nandini laughed. "That was the night we went to the restaurant."

"What? Was that Thursday night?" Divya's eyes were wide.

"Um. Right. Yes, that was Thursday night."

"Oh. My. God! Ramona was talking about you? About you and Akash?!"

"Uh-huh. Akash told me about his date with you. We were sitting at the same table that you sat at the next night. And my son took all kinds of liberties with me, in front of that poor girl. She was all flustered."

"She would have probably passed out if she had known you were his mother." Nandini shuddered. Her pussy spasmed at the teenager's comment. She hadn't come, yet, and she was in danger of losing control over the situation. Still, the thought of a stranger finding out about her incestuous affair was surprisingly causing her to get even hotter.

"Right," she stated, shaking her head to snap out of her reverie. "We'd better get ready and join the guys at the pool."

"But I haven't done anything for you, Nandini," Divya said, surprised. She had been looking forward to helping the older woman cum also. She owed her something for the earth-shattering one she had enjoyed.

"Thanks, Divya. But I think I'll have to take a rain-check on that. Your Dad is going to be wondering just what we're doing up here." Divya raised her eyebrows. She noted how Nandini had failed to include her son in her statement. "Still, I would love for you to return the compliment. Can I count on you to do that for me? When I ask you to?"

"Sure," chirped the teenager, thoughtlessly.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Rajesh and Akash were relaxing by the pool already when Nandini and Divya made their entrance. The late afternoon sun warmed the wooden deck. The golden brilliant light made the well-designed gardens around the pool seem like a scene from a fairy tale.

Akash had been wondering just what his mother was getting up to with his new girlfriend. They had been gone for quite some time. He had never before imagined that his straitlaced mother, his sweet suburban Mom might be into some of the stuff he had seen on the internet, but this week had changed his views on a number of things. Even while he carried on a lively conversation about the cricket match with his host, his mind was filled with illicit images of the two of them together.

"Hi, guys," came his mother's voice from the deck. Both men looked over at the back door of the house. The two women sashayed towards them. Each looked gorgeous, and yet, in his heart, Akash was a little disappointed. This was hardly the outrageous appearance he had anticipated.

Although Divya was wearing a string bikini, it was nothing that you would call out of place on a family beach. And Nandini, his Mom, had a boring old one-piece swimsuit. Maybe nothing had happened upstairs. Maybe nothing was going to happen tonight.

"Hey, sweetie," Nandini said to her son, leaning over to kiss him gently on the cheek. It was at that point that he caught a whiff of something musky, something familiar, arousing, coming off of her... face? She pulled back, and winked.

"Just a little idea of what's to come," she whispered. Akash' mind went blank for a second as he registered that he had just smelled his girlfriend's juices on his mother's face. That could only mean...

Nandini laughed to herself as she went to sit on an empty beach chair next to Rajesh. He was certainly a handsome man, she mused. That would make the rest of the plan easier.

"Akash, you look as if someone had just goosed you," giggled Divya, sitting next to her boyfriend. He blinked and looked over at her.

"Goosed? Me?" He shook his head, smiling. "I think we both know who's been goosed, girl." He waggled his eyebrows, and guffawed when she blushed.

"Meanie," she smiled, and punched him in the arm. "Put some sunscreen on my back, 'kay?"

She pulled her hair into a ponytail, and then lay on her stomach, handing him the bottle. He squirted some into his hands, rubbing them together. Casually, she reached behind her and untied her top behind the neck and in the middle of her back. She pulled it out from under her, lying there in front of the three others in just her little string bikini bottom.

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He palmed her slim back with both of his hands, greasy from the sunscreen. Slipping his hands around in circles, he slowly massaged the firm muscles, kneading and caressing in equal measure.

Rajesh watched his daughter getting oiled up by her new boyfriend, and his mouth went dry. Oh, the things I could do in that situation, he thought. What I could see! So much to touch.

"Rajesh, would you be so kind to do me the same favor?" Nandini laughed to herself as he flushed, turning to her. She kept a calm demeanor however, and turned to lie on her stomach like Divya. Carelessly, she pulled the shoulder straps of her dowdy one-piece down her arms and off her hands. As if modest, she held the sides of the swimsuit to her breasts as she got herself comfortable. Then, she let her arms dangle off of the sides.

Rajesh looked in some confusion at the semi-naked body in front of him. He had to be careful here not to let his excitement over his daughter's body interfere with politeness. This was the wife of a man in whose business he had major interests. He couldn't let anything get out of hand.

With trembling hands, he squirted some oil into his palms and approached Nandini's slight frame. Her skin felt hot under his touch, and he found himself marveling at its softness.

Meanwhile, Akash was having a grand time. His hands had spread all over Divya's back, and he worked up the sides now. His touch was firm so as not to tickle her. He went over her ribs, feeling each groove, and then felt the underside of her breasts. They had looked so enticing, so lovely in the restaurant, their symmetry without blemish. He had not had the chance to touch them then. Now he did.

Divya warmed to his touch. He was so wonderful with his fingers, so knowing. And when he confidently came up her sides, she lifted her torso slightly so his fingers could dip underneath. How exciting it was to know that her boyfriend was feeling her up with her father only feet away.

Akash' hands cupped each tit lovingly, rubbing his fingers across her nipples. They were heavy, full in his hands, filling each palm completely. He was hard in his trunks, and he made sure he was turned away from his mother and Divya's Dad. He couldn't help but push against the outside of Divya's thigh with his erection.

"Mmmm," she purred. She was in heaven, such exciting times, all in one day. "Don't ever stop that, Akash."

"Why should I, Divya?"

"I don't know. Maybe because my Dad's right over there?"

"I think he's got his own hands full at the moment," Akash joked. Divya looked up at him, then lifted up on her elbows to look over at her father.

Rajesh was unsure of himself, and that was an unusual place for him to be. On the one hand, Nandini had invited him to put the sunscreen on him. On the other hand, all of her signals were of a friend, properly covering herself. And yet, her tits bulged out on each side of her torso, and she was wriggling under his touch like a kitten. Every time he approached territory that should have been forbidden, she sighed happily.

And like a well-trained terrier, he found himself with his fingers caressing the sides of her breasts, smoothing the oil over areas best left untouched. And, like his young male compatriot, he was hard. Hard as steel in his trunks.

"Ooooh, Rajesh," Nandini sighed, her eyes closed. "You have a lovely touch."

Akash and Divya shared a glance, and the girl giggled. Akash squeezed her breasts warningly, his eyebrows raised. She stifled her laugh and rolled her eyes.



"Your Mom is too much," she whispered, before settling down again. "Don't forget to put sunscreen on my ass, right?"



Akash' heart leaped. What an invitation. He quickly got the bottle from beside Rajesh and put more lotion in his hands. Rajesh was too caught up in his own ministrations to take much notice of the others.



With smooth caresses, Akash started on his girlfriend's upper thighs. The approach to her ass was outstandingly sexy. Each leg rose up to the butt cheek in a sweet curve, a continuation of line from knee to the peak of the ass. Akash let his fingers linger on their way up to tease at the tender skin between her thighs.



"Nice, sweetie," Divya murmured. His hands swept up to hold each cheek in his grasp. It was incredible to be fondling this girl right in front of her father. He suddenly wanted, needed Rajesh to know what was going on. Deliberately, he pushed the bottle off of the lawn chair so it spun across the deck.



"Oh, Rajesh," he said, absent-mindedly. "Could you get that for me?"



"Uh, what? Oh. Sure, Akash." Divya couldn't believe Akash' audacity. How would her father react? She wanted and didn't want to know. Akash' fingers were under her bikini bottom, frankly massaging her ass with his strong fingers.



Blindly, Rajesh pulled his hands finally away from the sexy young mother's breasts. He had been fondling her for God knows how long. What could he have been thinking? He got the bottle and walked over to where Akash was sitting next to the outstretched form of his lovely daughter.



And there he saw the young man with his hands under his girl's bikini bottom, moving in circles. He stood, astonished, watching as the boy started to move his hands out and in, pulling the sexy cheeks apart and then pushing them together. The tiny bikini bottom had mostly settled into the valley, and the father could see hints of the darker skin around his daughter's asshole.



"Just put it beside me, would you?" Akash had let his thumbs slip into the middle of that wonderful valley, pushing the bunched up fabric together. Divya wriggled delightedly under her boyfriend's intimate touch. Rajesh was bewildered. How was he supposed to react? After all, was this any less than he would have done in the same situation?



"Okay," he rasped. "Here you go." He turned away, seeing red for a few seconds. But what right did he have to be jealous of the young man? After all, Divya was his girlfriend. And yet, Akash was way beyond 'only what he could see.'



Divya's pussy started to tingle as soon as she heard her father turn away. With his unspoken approval, she felt free to express her arousal. She began to moan with each movement of Akash' hands.



"Rajesh?" He was now standing, looking off towards the house. "Rajesh," Nandini repeated, leaning up. "Is everything all right?" She knew perfectly well what was going on. Rajesh looked down, his eyes clouded, and then clearing. The young mother's right breast was nearly completely exposed, right down to the pink nipple pushing against the towel on the chair.



"Um. Right. Yes. Everything's fine."



"Look," Nandini said, a concerned frown on her face. She slipped her arms back into the swimsuit, and stood up. Her nipples pushed against the old fabric, clearly evident through it. "Let's go up to the house and get some wine. What do you say?" She rolled her eyes towards the young couple who were now both breathing heavily.



"Right. Okay." He let himself be led away up to the house.



As soon as they were gone, Divya sat upright, her breasts swaying in the golden light. She launched herself at Akash, throwing her arms around his neck, her tits squashed against his chest.



"Oh, you sexy, sexy boy," she breathed, and mashed her mouth against his. He enthusiastically returned her kiss, delighting in the feel of her lithe body against his.



"You ain't seen nothing yet," he husked, when she pulled away finally.



"Will you fuck me? Here? Now?" She palmed his hard cock through his trunks, stroking up and down the distended rod.



"I would love nothing better, Divya. But I have a feeling something even hotter is going to happen before the night is through." She whined in disappointment.



"But I need this. I need it now."


"Patience, girl. Patience." He slipped his fingers down the front of her bikini bottoms and felt the hot wetness of her hard clit. "Mom and I have plans for this, you see."

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When Nandini and Rajesh returned from the house with a tray of wineglasses, two bottles of wine, and cheese and crackers, the two lovers were sitting calmly next to each other, sunning their hard young bodies. Nandini raised her eyebrows at Rajesh.

"See?" She nodded knowingly. "Nothing to worry about here."

Soon the four were laughing together, talking about various topics. The wine flowed freely. Nandini had meant to lay off the alcohol as much as possible. She needed to keep her wits about her if she was to orchestrate the final part of her plan. But her anxiety had caused her to drink more than she had meant to, and she was feeling the effects of the potent wine on her thinking. Still, sometimes you just had to let things take their own course.

"And he stepped on the ball!" She finished her anecdote, and as everybody broke out laughing, she made a big gesture with the hand holding her glass. Wine sloshed out all over her front, staining the swimsuit a deep purple in seconds.

"Oh, shit," she gasped, standing quickly, holding the suit away from her front.

"Wait, wait," Divya laughed, tears in her eyes. "Let me help you with that." The girl jumped up and grabbed a napkin to blot at the front of Nandini's swimsuit. She was feeling no pain herself, and she patted the older woman's chest ineffectually.

"Uh, I don't think you're helping much," Nandini said, an amused glint in her eyes. Akash watched in disbelief as his girlfriend moved the napkin in little circles over his mother's breasts. He could see her hard nipples pushing out through the stained fabric.

"What do you mean? I think I'm doing a world of good here," Divya winked. She could feel her own nipples pushing hard against her bikini top. She wanted for all the world to just strip down, here, in front of these three wonderful people. Why couldn't she just be allowed to express her love for them?

Rajesh was feeling very mellow, happy to see his girl so content. How could he have felt so jealous before? Who wouldn't want to possess such a sweet girl? He smiled paternally at Akash, who smiled back tentatively. Still, that Nandini was one hot number. The way Divya was trying to sop up the wine from her swimsuit was pulling it even further away from her chest. If he leaned over like this, he could almost see Nandini's tit...

Nandini noticed Rajesh leaning over with a glazed look in his eyes.

"Divya?"

"Hmmm?" The girl was not even pretending to wipe up the wine any more. She was frankly rubbing the hard nipples right in front of her. Her tongue, pink and pointed, licked her full lips.

"Maybe I can borrow another swimsuit? Then we can take care of this one the way it needs to be taken care of."

Divya looked up, and Nandini winked at her. Her face brightened.

"Right! Great idea!" She leaped up onto the deck, practically dragging Nandini behind her. "I've got just the suits for us to wear."

Rajesh and Akash watched the two women run into the house. Rajesh's face took on a confused look. He turned to Akash.

"Suits? Plural?"

Akash shrugged.

"Wait 'til they see us in these," Divya giggled. Nandini's head was spinning. Synchronicity was one thing, but she could never have planned on Divya getting in on the act so easily. Or that she would have suits like these.



"Are you sure you're okay with your Dad seeing you in this?"



"Don't be silly, Nandini," the girl scoffed. "He's already seen me in less."



"Less than that?"



"Well," Divya blushed. "Didn't I say on the phone that I'd been teasing him?"



"You call this teasing?"



"Uh, yeah, I do," Divya insisted. "As long as it's innocent. As long as he stays strong." She couldn't believe how she was opening up to Nandini. Her senses felt a little dulled. Perhaps it was the wine. Maybe it was her lust. Either way, she knew she needed to get outside, and soon.



"Come on, Nandini!" She pulled on the woman's arm. "Let's go!"



"All right, all right, already. I'm coming," Nandini laughed. Still, this was the first truly dangerous step. If Rajesh reacted badly, she would have to back out somehow. But she had seen how he had looked at Akash and Divya earlier. She had a hunch he would go along with this.





"Whoo-eee," Rajesh heard Akash whistle. "Now, if that's not a sight for sore eyes, I don't know what is."



Rajesh had been working at the grill, cooking up some burgers for dinner. His back was to the deck, so he didn't see his daughter and her boyfriend's mother emerge. He turned to see what had piqued Akash' interest.



The sight before him blew his mind. He had never seen two women look sexier or more desirable than Divya and Nandini did at that moment. His heart pounded, his cock swelled in his trunks. How could they wear those suits?



Nandini was wearing a bikini in the sheerest black material. The tiny bra provided enough material to cover her nipples barely, and the darker skin of her areoles showed around the edges in every direction. Her perky tits stood proudly on her chest, fortunately able to stand on their own, for they got no support from her top.



The bottoms were larger, but that only served to show off the full bulge of her pussy. The little tuft of hair at the top of the slit was displayed through the sheer bikini. The gap between her thighs was neatly filled by her prominent labia, the crease between them obvious to all observers.



Her trim body left nothing to be desired, her pretty face set off by her shining blonde hair. She was a goddess, an avatar of the female sex, and the sexuality that goes with it. She was clearly excited to be wearing the suit, if her hard nipples were any indication.


But if she were the archetype of sexuality, Divya was the icon of lust. She was wearing the most ludicrous excuse for a bathing suit Rajesh had ever seen. It was made up of several thin electric blue straps wrapped around her young teenaged body. There were two strings that ran from a choker around her neck down the slopes of her breasts, and two around the top part of her torso. These several strings came together to form tiny patches that were perched over her hard nipples. Her breasts, larger than Nandini's, were essentially entirely uncovered. Their curves formed a breathtaking pair of arcs on her chest.

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From those two tiny patches came two more strings that went down over her flat stomach to come together in her crotch. There, they met in a tiny piece of fabric over her pussy, the front so low cut that her dark pubic hair simply sat above the little pouch. You could see her pubic mound all the way down to where the hint of the start of her little slit peeked out. There was nothing on her waist or hips, simply bare golden skin from the lower curves of her breasts to her toes.

"Daddy?" Her seductive voice floated across the yard to where he stood, frozen, his mouth agape. He stared at his gorgeous daughter, her eyes looking at him from under her bangs, her lower lip caught between her white teeth. "Do you see anything you like?"

"Uh, Divya," he stammered, "do you think you ought to be wearing that outside?"

"Don't be silly, Daddy," she murmured, walking slowly towards him, her breasts swaying gently with each step. It was mesmerizing. "I don't think I have any reason to be ashamed to wear this among friends and family. Do I?"

Nandini went to stand next to her son, watching the sexy girl sauntering towards her father. From the rear, the suit looked like a single string running from the choker straight down her back to disappear between her round ass cheeks. The two straps that held the nipple patches in place tied underneath the vertical string. Otherwise, she was entirely naked. Any other body might not have looked so hot, but Divya's was designed for this kind of exposure.

"That's some girl you've got there, Akash," she whispered. She leaned against him, turning in so that her breast pushed up against his side.

"Don't I know it, Mom," he whispered in reply, putting his arm around her torso. "But I've got a hell of a woman here, too." He kissed her gently on the top of her head, then turned back to watch the show.

"Ashamed?" Rajesh was struggling to come up with an appropriate answer to his daughter's question. Shouldn't she be ashamed? She was prancing around practically naked, in front of her father, and her boyfriend's mother. Was this the way kids acted nowadays?

Yet, he couldn't step up and stop her from doing it. And why? Because he was hypnotized by the sight of her. He was completely under her spell. In any case, as long as it remained innocent, as long as it stayed within her rules, then he was just being a good father, right? Right?

"Uh, no. No, I guess not, Kitten," he finally managed to say. Divya finished her little prowl and stood next to her father. He was so cute when he became flustered.

"Mmm. I thought not," she murmured, and put her arms around his neck. Her lithe body pressed up against his, pushing her nearly naked breasts against his bare chest. With her lower belly against his groin, she felt the thrilling hardness barely concealed in his trunks. All because of her. How awesome was that?

"I love you, Daddy," she purred, and kissed him gently on the lips. His hands, unsure of themselves, fluttered behind her, before tentatively coming to rest on the bare skin of her lower back.

"I can see a lot, Princess," he whispered raggedly.

"I know," she replied, her eyes glinting mischievously up at him. His hand slipped lower on her back, to the top of the outward curve of her butt. She wiggled against him, her groin rubbing against his erection.
"Isn't that so sweet," came Nandini's voice from behind them. Rajesh startled. He had forgotten about their guests, and here he was practically feeling his daughter up in front of them. "It is so wonderful to see how close the two of you are."

"It's true, Divya," Akash said. Just like Rajesh, he had his hand on his mother's ass, but it was hidden from the view of the other two. It was incredibly exciting to fondle her in front of other people. He had discovered that at the restaurant. But how much more exciting here, where the observers knew what their relation was.

"I know, right?" Divya melted into her father's embrace, laying her head on his chest. "But, Daddy, shouldn't you be paying more attention to the grill?"

"Oops," Rajesh grinned, blushing, embarrassed. He turned away from the obvious interest of Akash and Nandini, and starting flipping burgers. Divya stayed pressed against his side, but he kept his hand at an appropriate level, neatly tucked around her waist.

"Now, Akash," Nandini whispered. "You have to behave here."

"Aw, Mom, how can I help myself when you look like that?" His hand slipped inside the sheer bikini bottoms to caress her skin of her ass.

"Don't mess things up, Mister," she hissed. "We've got to take things slow, you hear?"

"Just one quick kiss. Please? I'm dying here." How could she resist him? He was so damn sexy. And those eyes! Just like his father's. Too much.

"All right. But make it quick!"

Divya glanced over her shoulder and saw Akash incline his face down towards his mother's. Nandini had her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. She could see how hot she was, how overheated. Divya held her breath as the mother and son came close together. Their lips met, softly at first, and then more demandingly. Nandini's body went limp in her son's arms, supported by his strong grasp, one hand on her ass, the other supporting her upper body.

Divya's whole body felt hot and shivers ran through her, centering in the depths of her sex. She felt tingly, lightheaded, tipsy, all at once, as she observed the intense kiss that her boyfriend shared with his mother. She should have felt jealous. She should have felt outraged. But all she felt was excitement. Without thinking, she pulled her father's hand up to her breast, all the while gazing at the couple making out behind them.

"Honey?" Rajesh looked down at his daughter, who seemed to be breathing awfully quickly. His hand was now cupping her left breast, so much of which was uncovered. "Are you all right?" He looked over his shoulder to see what she was looking at, but all he saw was Akash and Nandini, standing next to each other. Had he been less confused, less thrown by the fact that Divya had placed his hand on her breast, he might have noticed the flush on their faces, the way that Nandini's hair was mussed.

"They can't see where your hand is," Divya whispered urgently. "Just... just hold me there, would you?" His hand felt so wonderful on her, so gentle in the way it surrounded her breast, so fatherly in the way he avoided her nipple (the rules, the rules, he couldn't see it). She was shivering actively now.

"Divya! Maybe you're cold? Shouldn't you put something on?"

"Shh," she urged him. "D—don't say anything, don't... don't do anything else... I'm about to—to... ooohhhh..." and she felt the orgasm crash over her, a little one, but intense. And she hadn't even touched herself. It was all from the visual stimuli and the feel of her father holding her, all here, in their backyard. Oh, God, it was addictive, what they were doing. How could she ever stop?

Rajesh looked down at his girl, shaking in his arms, her face creased in concentration, her lower lip caught in her teeth. He couldn't believe it. She had just cum, right here, while he was holding her. She blinked and looked up at him, her eyes loving, large, deep blue.

"My God, Divya," he said, wonderingly. "How in God's name did you get to be like this?"

"Oh, Daddy," she fluttered her lashes. "It's all because of you, you silly man." His heart melted within him, and he lightly squeezed her firm breast in his hand.

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The late afternoon had passed in a blur for all four. There had been dinner at one point, but none of them could remember what the food had tasted like. Wine had flowed freely, and all four were far more comfortable than any would have thought possible. 

Akash couldn't help but feel that the scene was surreal. Here was his mother, in a see-through bikini, his new girlfriend in a set of strings that could barely be called a swimsuit, and he and his girlfriend's father were acting as if nothing were out of the ordinary. How could he sit across from Divya at the outdoor table, watching her tits sway with any movement? How could her father sit next to her and not have his hand between her legs? There was only the smallest amount of material there anyway.

Rajesh was similarly floating through the evening. Divya had her leg against his there at the table. He only had to glance down and he would be afforded a view of her neatly trimmed bush at the junction of her thighs. And, for crying out, was that the hint of one of her labia peeking out next to the ludicrously tiny scrap of fabric over her mound?

Divya was having the time of her life. She had never felt so free, so open, so loving. She loved all of these people! So her brain felt a little muzzy from all of the wine, but everything seemed so obvious to her now. She loved them all so much that she wanted to do things with them, things to show her passion. Including her father, her sweet, silly father. Maybe especially him. She put her hand on his leg and squeezed it, smiling at him.

Nandini could see the love between the girl and her father, but she could also see the confusion in the man's face. He was feeling things, things he thought he oughtn't to feel. It was so important, so necessary to help him past that.

"Let's get in the hot tub," she said. Her speech was a little slurred, but no one else seemed to notice. Divya jumped and squealed at the idea. The little patch that covered her right nipple slipped off, showing her dark pink areole and the hard nub that capped it. Rajesh's eyes were fixed on the forbidden sight, and Nandini giggled to herself. She grabbed Akash' hand.

"Come on, you," she urged, pulling him towards the waiting hot tub. Behind them, she could sense a tension between the other two.

"Uh, Divya, your... uh, your," Rajesh stuttered.

"What is it?" Divya sounded a little exasperated.

"Your tit," he blurted. Divya giggled.

"My... tit?!"

"Oh. Oh, dear God. Did I just say that?"

"What can you see, Daddy?"

Akash smiled to himself as he stumbled to the hot tub, pulled by his mother. He knew the hint that Divya was giving her father. Oh, he wished he could just watch and see what Rajesh would do. He stepped into the hot swirling water after his mother. She pulled him down to her, and he folded her in his embrace. All afternoon the lust had been swirling just like the water, as hot and confused.

Nandini let herself be taken by her son. His mouth found hers, his tongue forcefully entering her mouth and entwining with hers. Her heart pounded. How could she be so crazy, so loose? So easy? But her lust shouted her rationality down, and she slipped her hand into his trunks, grasping his hard cock with her cool hands.

"You've got to get Divya to take this. Here. Now." She gently twisted her grasp around his shaft, feeling the extraordinary length of him. "Do you think she'll be willing?"

"Are you kidding, Mom? She wanted me earlier this afternoon. I think she'll be willing to do more now than she was then."

"Just start slow, okay? We can't spring everything on Rajesh at once."

"Whatever you say, Mom."

Behind them, Rajesh was frozen, standing across from Divya, looking at her in a way she had not seen him do yet.

"Divya, Divya," he whimpered, his hand halfway to his nearly naked daughter, who stood there so bold, so wanton. "Oh, God. You know exactly what I can see. What the fuck are you doing to me?"



"Nothing you don't want, Daddy," she whispered, stepping closer to him. His hand came into contact with her side, and he slid it up to that temptation, the luscious fruit of her womanhood. With trembling fingers, he caressed that naked globe, feeling the heat emanating from her. She sighed contentedly as he found her hard nipple. With wonder he felt the evidence of her excitement. Everything about her was so perfect. He was in love, so deep.



"All right, Daddy," the excited girl said, forcing herself to step back again. "We better not keep them waiting any more." Rajesh nodded, as Divya slipped the patch back over her nipple.



She led the way in front of him, her sweet ass undulating. His eyes were locked on her lower back, the thin string sweetly caught by her round cheeks. She smiled over her shoulder at him as she climbed the three steps. At the top, she stopped and leaned over to test the temperature of the water. Her ass was pushed out towards him, her legs slightly parted. The little bulging pouch between her thighs stood out in the electric blue suit.



"God help me," Rajesh muttered. He was relieved to see her finally slip in next to Akash, leaving him a seat next to Nandini. The lovely blonde woman was leaning back against the side of the tub, her eyes closed. The water had caused the sheer bikini to adhere closely to her skin. He was thankful that she wasn't watching him enter, because he knew for a fact that his erection was causing his trunks to tent massively in front of him.



"Mmm," Nandini murmured, as she felt Rajesh sit down next to her. "This is just the thing, isn't it?" She leaned into her host, resting her head on his shoulder.



"Uh, yeah," he said, nervously. "It's nice." Akash and Divya had their heads pressed together. They were whispering, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.



"Put your arm around me, Rajesh," Nandini said calmly. Dazed, he did as she asked, and she wriggled tighter into him. The feel of her against his side was a panacea against the confusions of the evening.



"You know, you're an awfully sexy man." The whisper was accompanied by a light touch on the inside of his thigh. He looked down to see the intense green eyes of the woman in his arms. "I thought it was incredibly erotic when you were touching the sides of my tits earlier. And with the kids right there, too!"



"Uh, Nandini, I don't—"



"Hush. Let me return the favor a little." The hand on his leg crept up towards his crotch. He knew he should stop this. He knew he shouldn't let her continue. But his mind was muddled. He looked back over at the other side of the hot tub. There, only a few feet away, Akash and Divya were deep in a passionate kiss.



"See? They won't notice anything we're doing over here," the sexy whisper continued. The hand had moved up to tease over his erection, dancing with feathery touches across the outside of his trunks. His arousal was taking over all of his reason. He started to caress her side with the hand he had around her. Her skin was incredibly soft, warm even in the heat of the hot tub. "In fact," she went on relentlessly, "I don't think you can see anything that's going on under the water."


Her hand reached the waistband of his trunks and slipped inside. She felt the length of him with her slim fingers, the girth, the steel hardness.

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"Oooh, you're a big one, Mr. Singhal," she giggled softly. "Just lift up your hips for a second, would you?" He seemed unable to deny her anything. Lifting himself, he felt her deftly pull his trunks down around his ankles.

"Oh, God, Nandini," he said in a strangled voice. "I can't do this..."

"Nonsense," she said in a matter-of-fact voice. "We're not doing anything that we don't both want to be doing here. There." Her hand found his erection again, now lightly caressing it from the base up to the inflamed head. "Isn't that much more comfortable?"

Rajesh tried to wrap his mind around what was going on. Here he was, naked, feet away from his daughter and her boyfriend, who were apparently making out without a concern. In fact, he was pretty sure that Divya had her hand in Akash' lap, doing just exactly what Nandini was doing to him. And the way the boy was leaning back showed how much he appreciated the attention. The straps had come off of Divya's tits again, as well, he noted. God, how sexy she was.

The hand on his cock was holding him more firmly now, stroking him fully, twisting gently as it approached the top. He was pushing up into her hand as she pumped him, so much that he noticed the tip of his cock breaking the surface of the water. The head appeared huge.

"My goodness, Rajesh. You are excited, aren't you? Is it my touch on you that's causing you to get so aroused?" She paused in her ministrations. "Or is it the sight of your gorgeous young daughter making out with my handsome boy over there?"

"No. No, what are you talking about?" She couldn't learn his secret. She couldn't find out how perverted, how disPankajting and outrageous he was.

"Mm. I don't know. Maybe it's the way you've been unable to keep your eyes off of Divya's sweet sexy body." She stroked him again, deliberately stopping after one movement. "Or maybe it's the way you put your hand on her ass by the grille." Oh, God. She noticed. Another stroke. "Or the way she had you hold her tit in her hand while she came, came hard while leaning on you in your own back yard."

"Oh, fuck. Fuck me, Nandini. Yes. All right? Yes. It's both you and her. The two of you, all afternoon long." The hand started moving more affectionately now.

"Would you fuck her if she asked you to?"

"God help me." The tortured man looked down at his tormentor. "God help me. I would. I would, if she asked me to."

"Let me stand in for her," Nandini murmured, swinging her leg over Rajesh's lap. Facing away from him, she lowered herself onto his hard cock. She had divested herself of her bikini bottoms for just this occasion. And when his burning hard rod came into contact with her pussy, she sighed in contentment. She had never thought of herself as a slut. But things had a way of turning in life. And the only thing you could do was to hang on for the ride.

"Look," Akash whispered. "She did it." Divya blinked, her lust-fogged vision coming clear for a second. There, not two feet away, Nandini was sitting on her father's cock. The two teenagers watched in amazement as the thick rod of her father split his mother's pussy lips and sank deep inside with one fluid motion. Somehow, Nandini had maneuvered Rajesh up onto the side of the tub so that nothing was hidden from their view.

Divya gasped. Her dad's cock was immense, seeming to take forever to come back out of the beautiful shaven pussy. She twitched the crotch of her swimsuit to one side and backed onto Akash' lap herself.

Akash felt his cock find his girlfriend's center for the first time. At last, he was going to feel the depths of his sexy new sweetheart. Inch by agonizing inch, his erection was surrounded by her tight heat, the velvety walls of her pussy sucking him into the very deepest part of her.

"Ooh, lover," she whispered, leaning back over her shoulder to find his mouth and kiss him deeply. "That's so wonderful." She loved that her first time with Akash was here, in the company of her father and his mother. How much more perfect could it be? She was about to find out.

Rajesh's view of the scene unfolding in front of him was blocked by Nandini's body as it rose and fell on his cock. His eyes were closed, in any case. He didn't think he wanted to know everything that was happening.



"Divya," Nandini hissed. The girl looked over at her, her eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. "Now. I want it now." Divya looked confused for a second. Then she recalled her promise from earlier in the afternoon.



"Now?" She wasn't sure that this was the way she wanted things to happen.



"Now." The command was firm. Divya leaned forward, maintaining her position on Akash' cock all the while. Akash saw where she was going, and his heart started to pound in anticipation. He shuffled forward on the seat in order to help her, holding onto her waist with both hands. Nandini paused in her motions as Divya came nearer and nearer.



Divya's vision was filled with the obscene sight of her father's cock deep buried in Nandini's pretty pink gash. The lips were distended by his girth, and a froth was worked up around the joining of their organs. Above, Nandini's hard clit poked out, forced forward by the thick monster in her canal. The skin was so neatly shaved, so perfectly clean. And below, my God, below, there were her father's balls, thick and heavy. Was ever a daughter afforded so gorgeous a sight?



Her hesitations overcome, she leaned in, the odor of their fucking overcoming her senses. With her tongue extended, she made contact with Nandini's clit. Just that, she reasoned. Nothing more. She would lick Nandini, and not her father.



Nandini saw her doubts, and allowed her to stay where she was. She moved in a little circle on Rajesh's cock, feeling the father deep inside her while the daughter stimulated her clit. She looked over Divya's back at the son, who was beaming back at her.



"My God, Mom," he whispered. "You're twisted." She smiled at him, and started to move slowly up the length of Rajesh's erection. Divya struggled to stay with her, her mouth encircling the tiny bud while her chin dragged along the underside of her father's cock. She knew what she was feeling, but refused to acknowledge it. Akash' cock meanwhile, continued to work in and out of her, his hands stroking her sides.



Nandini returned down to the base of Rajesh's cock. Divya stayed with her. Then, with a fast movement, she pulled up again, leaving Divya's tongue directly on her father's cock. Rajesh jerked as he felt a different sensation over his length, but kept his eyes closed, his mind focused on the hot cavern of Nandini's pussy enveloping his head. 



Confused, Divya lapped at the hard shaft in front of her, then managed to catch up to Nandini on the way down again. This was difficult work. She had to concentrate as hard as she could, but every move was made more difficult by the intense feelings she was receiving in her pussy. Every move that Nandini made seemed to put Divya more and more into contact with her father's cock.



Finally, she gave up trying to avoid it. It was useless. Everything was too close together. The taste of them filled her mouth, and she knew she was swallowing her father's pre-cum, mixed with Nandini's copious secretions. She even allowed herself to be pushed down by Nandini's hands to find those big balls in her face. Lovingly, she accepted one into her mouth, sucking gently on it. After all, how different was this from what she had done that morning with him?


It was time for the denouement, Nandini decided. She pulled Divya's face back up to her pussy, holding it in place as she moved up and down again. The tongue against her clit was delightful, as were the sensations from the immense erection in her pussy. How sad to give all that up. But how much she had to gain as well.

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With delicate timing, she moved up and off of the erection as she pushed Divya's mouth over it. The sudden movement caught the girl by surprise, and she found her mouth filled with the head of her father's cock, wet, thick, oozing pre-cum over her tongue.

Rajesh looked down at the change in sensation, finally opening his eyes. To his amazement, he saw his daughter's thick brown hair at his crotch, her lips wrapped around his cock.

"Oh, fuck, Divya!" He thrust forward reflexively, his cock driving deep into her mouth. He placed his hands on her head, holding her in place. He was too far gone to do otherwise. Nandini had timed her move perfectly. He was about to erupt, and he was going to do it down Divya's throat. His cock didn't care in what receptacle it was going to place its deposit. And so, neither did he.
Divya tried to adjust her thinking to accept the fact of her father's cock in her mouth. At the same time that Rajesh had thrust forward, Akash pushed against her from behind, pushing her deep onto her dad's cock. From so much practice in blowing guys during her checkered high college years, she automatically took his cock deep into her throat. It wouldn't go all the way in, but she swallowed around his monster, her throat muscles caressing his length in rhythmic patterns.

His first shot went straight down her throat. She didn't taste a drop of it. But she felt the jerking of his organ on her tongue. She pulled back, and started stroking him with her hand, urging the ejaculation out of him and into her mouth.

"Oh, Divya, oh, fuck, Divya, sweetie, princess," he babbled, her sweet eyes looking up at him with love, only love.

The second blast filled her mouth with the salty bitterness of her father's sperm. As she felt the sticky juice coat her tongue, she suddenly started coming herself. She swallowed quickly, gasping, her body shaking in the throes of orgasm. His jerking cock spurted forth several more ropes of sperm that coated her face and dripped down from her chin.

Astonishingly, Akash had held out, pushed deep into Divya's pulsating pussy. As she came down from her cliAkash, he pulled out. Nandini smiled at her thoughtful son, and eased herself down onto his still throbbing erection.

"Now, that's a sweet boy," she murmured.

"All for you, Mom," he whispered back. In a second, the two came in a crashing orgasm together, the son's sperm spewing deep into the mother's hot and receptive pussy, a balm to soothe the heat that had been building up inside of her ever since that morning.

As mother kissed son deeply, their tongues wrapped around the other's, father lifted daughter to her feet and embraced her warmly and lovingly.

Divya sat in her bed, studying her toes. She felt numb. She didn't want to think about anything, about any of the stuff that had happened today. But her mind kept betraying her, bringing her back again and again to that moment...

That moment, when she had found herself with her mouth crammed full of her father's immense cock, throbbing, hot, insistent.

She shook her head involuntarily. She had been drunk. They had all been drunk. That was it. There was no need for self-recrimination.

But, really, hadn't she wanted this to happen? Hadn't that lurid scene been the inevitable outcome of all of her manipulations over the weekend? How different was it, in truth, from the way she had been sitting on her Dad's erection in his bed, both of them achieving orgasm by rubbing off on each other?

Was it the sex, or was it the fact that she hadn't been in control?

Or was that what had made it so exciting?



"Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit." Rajesh Singhal sat in his home office, his head cradled in his hands. The moment he had embraced his daughter, her full breasts smashed on his chest, his wilting cock wet and still half-hard against her stomach; that moment had spelled the end of any possible relationship with Divya. He had no idea how he could ever face her again.



The tears scalded his face. He had been unaware of them. He was unaware of too many things. Oh, God. The guilt. What kind of father was he?



In fact, how could he have allowed this situation to become this absurd? He had been led by his lust, betrayed by the mere animal that housed his sexuality. He had prided himself for so many years on his ability to maintain the upper hand on that part of himself. But it had gotten out of his control.



Still. He was the father. He would do whatever it took to make things right. He stood up, irresolute. Looking at the door, he felt his courage quail. How could he ever face her again?



Divya waited all evening for her father to come find her. When he didn't, not even a little knock on the door, a quiet 'good night,' she forced herself to face up to her actions. She had started this, in reality. She had been the prime mover. And it was clear that her father was not going to be the one to step up.



She looked at herself in the mirror. It wouldn't do. Not at all. For the purposed of this conversation, a little preparation was in order.



Thirty minutes later, she stood outside of his bedroom door. She took a deep breath. It was up to her, now, to repair things. To make things work in her family again. It took courage, but she had plenty of that. She thought back to the last time she had done this. That had taken more guts. That had set the groundwork. Was that really only this morning? It seemed like such a long time ago.



She knocked gently on the door, and, not waiting for an answer, turned the door knob.



Rajesh heard the knock, and ignored it. He couldn't face her. He lacked the wherewithal. In fact, he was sure his life was completely ruined. But then he heard the door open, the soft fall of her feet on the carpeted floor. The sound of her breathing.



He was too still to be asleep. Anger welled up inside of her. How dare he? After all that had happened, how could he dare to pretend like she wasn't even there?



"Daddy," she whispered. He stayed in the same position. She considered him. What did he think she was going to do, simply walk away?



"You coward," she hissed. "Look at me."



"I can't." His voice sounded miserable. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I—I don't know if I can go on like this."



"Like what? Daddy, what are you talking about?"



He stared blindly at the wall ahead of him. Why couldn't she just understand? Why did he have to spell it out?



"You and me, Divya. What we've been doing. Oh, God," he sobbed. "And I don't think we can just pretend that nothing happened."



Divya rolled her eyes, and heaved a deep sigh. God, men were such idiots.



"I seem to remember that we made a pact this morning. Do you remember?"



"Huh?"



"Guess not. Geez, what a dope." He blinked. Did she just call him a dope? He turned halfway over. Her heart skipped a beat. She was getting through to him.



"Do you remember me coming in here this morning, at least?"



"Uh, yeah," he admitted, his mind slowly coming to grips with what she was driving at.


"And at that time, we agreed that, as long as we played by the rules, and everybody stayed strong, we could keep on doing what we were doing before. Right?"

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He looked up at her. God, she was beautiful. Her hair was loose around her face, the long shining tresses cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes were so deep, intense, and blue. Blue like the sky. Blue he could soar inside of forever. Thankfully, she was wearing a normal bathrobe, long enough to cover her whole body down to below the knees.

"Right?" Her voice was insistent. He nodded dumbly.

"And we sealed that agreement with a kiss. It was sealed, Daddy. No turning back."

"But I wasn't strong, Divya. I failed." He was crying, the silent tears slipping down his strong face. She hated to see him like this.

"Nonsense," she smiled. "I don't see how you weren't strong. You were tricked, you silly man. There's a difference. I was tricked, too." Hope started to trickle inside his heart again. Maybe there was a way out of this. Maybe his life could be saved.

"The way I remember it, you stayed unquestionably strong. And you certainly didn't touch anything that you couldn't see, right?"

"Uh-huh," he nodded, weakly smiling along with her.

"So. We're okay, Daddy. Don't you see?"

"I think so, Divya." She giggled, and poked him on the nose.

"Think? I don't want you to think, Daddy."

"All right, all right," he laughed. "I know we're okay."

"Thank goodness," she said, theatrically. "So I don't have to go around in this stupid robe any more." She rapidly untied the sash and dropped it off of her shoulders. The garment fell off of her body in a soft susurration, pooling around her feet. 

Underneath, she had a satin chemise on, electric blue, reminding him uncomfortably of her bathing suit from the afternoon. The neckline swooped deep between her breasts, showing off the inner slopes of each. Her nipples, hard as always, poked enticingly through the soft material. The front and back were only connected over the shoulders, while the sides were tied together with three strings, all of which were under her arm, above her hips. From the lowest string down, the chemise hung like a Grecian toga, a flap in front and one hanging from the elegant curve of her buttocks. He couldn't see any signs of panties under the thing.

"Damn, Divya," he gasped. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He thanked his lucky stars that he had kept his boxers on tonight. Otherwise, he would have presented her with the vision of his erection for the second time that day.

"What do you mean, Daddy?" Her voice was coy, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Don't you remember what I said this morning?" He tried to keep his eyes on her face, but his gaze kept straying to the lovely presentation of her charms, so casually displayed for him. "I said that I wanted to be able to wear whatever I wanted around the house. I also said that it was okay for you to look at me."

"And to touch whatever I can see," he blurted.

"You're a quick learner," she giggled. Rajesh was lost. Again. But this time, maybe he would do something about it.

"Then come here," he ordered. Her eyes widened at his sudden change in tone. But she obeyed, slowly sashaying closer to the bed. The front flap swished from side to side with her exaggerated hip sway, threatening to expose the not so secret place at the junction of her thighs. He turned to sit up on the bed, swinging his legs over the side.

Divya could see the projection his hardness made in his boxers as he repositioned himself. Her breath caught in her mouth. It really was an impressive sight. One which she had enjoyed from a much more intimate angle that afternoon. Her heart raced. Was this the moment they had been working towards all of this time?

"Turn around. Slowly." She blinked at him, her eyes suddenly wary.

"What are you going to do, Daddy?"

"Nothing that we don't want, right, Princess?" Her own words flung back at her. After all, it had been she who had walked into his bedroom dressed in this way. She was the one who was flaunting her sweet sexy body in front of him.

She stood up on her tiptoes, the action bringing out the muscles of her calves and thighs. Keeping an eye on her father, she slowly pirouetted in front of him, knowing all the time that he was looking at her body, at her curves. When she was turned away from him, she felt his hand on her naked hip, the part that was not covered by the satin of her chemise.



"Stop." She stayed just where she was. She could feel her legs trembling slightly. His other hand came up to the opposite hip, the two of them giving her support. His fingers were curled around in front, over the sharp jut of her hipbones, touching the soft skin of her lower belly.



"Uh, Daddy, I don't think you can see where your fingers are."



"Mm-hm. Well, I think the rules are going to change a little bit."



"What? What do you mean?" She heard the frantic edge in her voice, and hated that she was so easily thrown off balance. Or was it that she loved it? She felt excited. Alive. Hot, so crazily hot.



"Bend over, Divya."



"But—"



"Now." His voice was like a whip. She found herself obeying, unsure of herself for the first time in their shared game. As she leaned forward, she could feel the smooth glide of the satin over her ass. She knew it was rising higher and higher, exposing more of herself than she had ever done voluntarily with him.



Rajesh watched as she followed his commands. He felt confident now. This was the way he usually was with women. Divya had thrown him for a loop up until now. But it was clear that she, too, needed guidance once in a while. His cock was throbbing in his boxers. He knew instinctively that it was not yet time to do anything about that. That time would come, too.



Her skin was hot beneath his hands. With her hips held, she was bending neatly from the waist. As a cheerleader, she was very flexible. There was a pulse beneath one of his fingers. It was racing, quick, a rabbit cornered.



At first, he couldn't see much between her legs. The satin was reluctant to give up its job of maintaining her modesty. And then, finally, it slipped up, and he could see. See that center of her sex, the perfectly formed lips, flushed and engorged with excitement. See the way they were pouting apart, revealing the lush valley within, the hard button of her clit poking out of its little hood. He could see even the pink moisture of her little inner labia, and the hole between them.



"Mmmm," he sighed, unconsciously pulling outward with his thumbs, spreading her ass open so he could take in the lovely sight of her anus above. The dark skin around that little wrinkled hole was like an invitation.



"Daddy," she quavered, blood now rushing to her head. "Oh, Daddy, Daddy. What can you see? Oh, God, what can you see!"



"Everything, Princess. And you know what that means."



"Ohhhh, God, yes, yes." She was panting now, excitement running through her like lightning. "Daddy, are you going to be strong?"



"Strong as I've ever been, Divya."



He leaned into her, his face drawn inexorably to the display in front of him. And when he got close, the smell of her attacked him; her musk, her sex, her womanhood. He blew gently on her most private areas. Her knees buckled, but he held her up with his strong hands. She whimpered quietly.



Finally he bridged the last gap between them. Gently, but firmly, he kissed the center of her unfolded petals. He had made a connection he had never expected to make. But now that it was made, it would never be unmade. And they had both wanted it. They had both traveled half the distance necessary. There was no turning back.



"Ooooh, Daddy," she murmured. "So strong, so strong." 



She was melting, all liquid heat from deep inside of her, the spark coming from the feel of his lips on her sex. And his tongue, oh God, his tongue, now hot and rasping on her smooth skin. He was tasting her. Her Daddy was tasting her.



And she tasted so sweet, so tangy, so full of life, of youth. The flavor of her rolled across his extended tongue, filling him with knowledge, understanding. How had he resisted her all of this time? Why had he resisted taking her, fulfilling her? But that was all in the past. The here and now was filled with the sensation of her on his tongue.



He took his time with her, using his tongue to tease her, to build up her excitement. He rarely touched her most sensitive places, taking detours around them. And she found all sorts of surprises from the journeys he made. The arousal to be had from the feel of his tongue on her thighs, on her butt, on her anus!


And then back inside of her, his tongue delving deep within her, the feel of her tunnel around him driving him to extend deeper. He had a finger on her asshole, rubbing gently in little circles, attempting no penetration. He had already brought her to the brink several times, each time slipping back just when she was about to crest over.

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This time, however, another finger found her hard clit, and with the slightest pressure on it, she felt the explosion she had been denied for what seemed an eternity. And when it came, it came with the force of a hurricane, sweeping over her, buffeting her with its intensity. All she could see was a swirl of colors, her brain coping with the overload of stimulation by translating the feeling into the most vibratory of visions.

He felt her spasming around him, the walls of her pussy rhythmically clamping down on his tongue, a gentle pressure from all around. She was mewling in her frantic pleasure, her legs giving her almost no support at all, leaning instead back into him, pushing against his face. And then it was over, and she slowly stood up.

"Oh. My. God." She looked at him, her eyes shining, full of wonder. "What have you done to me?" He simply smiled up at her, his face glistening with her moisture.

"Kiss me, Divya," he said simply. She slowly dropped to her knees in front of him, studying his face.

"I love you, Daddy," she whispered, as she came closer. Her pretty face, flushed with her orgasm, her deep blue eyes, her hair, all mussed now. All of this together was a picture he could never forget. And she brought her lips to his, a soft kiss, a gentle kiss. Their mouths opened, and curious, their tongues explored each other. She could taste herself on his mouth, the tang of her own juices filling her own mouth.

"Mmmm," she giggled. "I taste good, don't I?"

"You sure do, sweetheart," he murmured. He pulled her back into him. Now the kiss was passionate, hungry. There was business still left unfinished. Her hands slipped down his torso, coming to rest on his hips, right at the waistband of his boxers.

"Stand up, Daddy," she said quietly. Her heart was pounding with trepidation as he stood before her. She had seen his cock that afternoon, but now it was on purpose. It was her move. With trembling hands, she grasped the boxers and slowly pulled them down. The immense shaft was caught on the waistband, so she reached inside and took a hold of it.

"So hot," she murmured. Her fingers were cool on him. He knew he had soaked the front of his underwear with his pre-cum. Everything felt slippery. He looked down. Was it really possible that his daughter was sitting in front of him, undressing him, holding his erection?

As she slipped his cock out from inside, the boxers fell the rest of the way to the ground. She stared in awe at the curving length of her father's erection. This was what she had been made from. This was what she was made for. His perfection mirrored hers. It was only right that she should join the two together. Her other hand came up to hold him as well. Together, her two hands still left two or more inches uncovered. Despite her fear, she knew instinctively that she could take him. And she was eager to try.

"Sit back down, Daddy," she said. He complied, wonder in his eyes as he watched his sultry daughter stand in front of him. She carelessly pulled her chemise up over her hips, and straddled him, one knee on either side. Her eyes locked on his, she reached between her legs to grasp his raging erection.

"I'm strong too," she whispered, lowering her hips enough so that the bulbous head of his cock rubbed against her slick labia. "Stronger than you can imagine, Daddy." Pushing back, the thick nose nudging between them. "So strong." And forward again, now circling the so sensitive bud of her clit.

He gasped, his smoky blue eyes staring intently at her. His hands wandered over her back, caressing her through her chemise, then filling themselves with the firm curves of her exposed ass. He let her be in control. This was her part of the journey.

With a little dip, she allowed him to enter her, less than an inch. She remained motionless, the reality of his entry into her, of the presence of him inside of her, even this little, creating a raging storm of desire in her. Her father. In her.

The heat of her, the hot wet heat of her on the helmet of his erection caused an involuntary jerk, a little spasm. He knew he had just ejected a small amount of his life-giving fluid, deposited it directly inside of his daughter. He should have been horrified. He should have been terribly ashamed. Instead, he was proud; proud to have created a girl like Divya, so perfect, so sexy, so desirable. So sure of what she wanted.

"Do you see how strong I am, Daddy?" Her voice was low, powerful. He nodded. "I could stop here. I could get off. I could leave you like this. Would you let me do that?"

"No, Divya." His confession surprised him. But he recognized it for truth as soon as it left his mouth. There was no room for lying. "If you tried to get up now, I would take you anyway."

She shuddered, a little orgasm rippling through her at his words. Oh, he was so strong. He was just right. She rewarded him by slipping lower on his shaft, accepting two more inches of his astonishing length inside of her. She was stretched by his girth, opened as she had never been before. And it felt so right.

"You're a bad, bad man. Do you know that? To threaten a poor defenseless girl in that way." She smiled wickedly. "And your own daughter, too."

"But it's the way that daughter wants it, isn't it? Just like her father." He slid his hands up her back, resting them on her slim shoulders. She leaned her face over and kissed the back of his hand. "Come now," he went on. "It's time to take the rest. Are you ready?"

She nodded, biting her lip. In spite of her bravado, the thought of all of that cock inside of her poor small pussy was alarming. She knew she was tight around him. His hands exerted downward pressure on her shoulders, and she allowed his direction to take her where she needed to go.

Inch by inch, spreading the tightness of her apart, delving deep inside of her. The parental cock invading where it never had a right to go, until now, until the mutual assurance of their love created that right. Both father and daughter, gasping, moaning with each new inch explored. And when he found the end of her canal, the deepest part of her, they were both astonished to find that he was fully sheathed.
"Oh, Daddy," she whimpered. "Do you see? Do you understand how right this is?"

"Princess, it could never be more perfect," he gasped in response. He was throbbing inside of her, little pulses of delight running up and down his shaft. Her pussy clenched him rhythmically, tightening in unpredictable ways around him. He could feel their combined juices soaking his lap, the bed, everything.

Slowly, cautiously, she started to move on him. Every motion was a wave of arousal. Every movement a recreation of their love. Her clit dragged along the steel hard back of his erection. Her labia were drawn in and out by the friction of their tight fit.

And then she was moving more freely, more wantonly, her hair, sweaty, swinging in front of her face. His hands supported her, allowing her that freedom. He hardly had to move himself, as his lithe daughter used her powerful leg muscles to create the in and out movement that he so craved.

"Oh, yes, Divya," he groaned. His eyes stayed open the whole time, drinking in the lovely vision of his daughter moving on him. Had it only been a few days since that moment he had carefully pulled her kimono over her butt to preserve her modesty? What modesty? The girl was all sexuality. And she had turned her power on him, devastating whatever defenses he had created against the taboo of the inevitable attraction between them.

Something in him snapped. He had to become more active, now. Instinct drove him. In an instant, he had stood up, Divya suspended in mid-air on his out-thrust cock. She squeaked in surprise, and then she was turned around, driven down onto the bed on her back, her father above her, male, muscular, animalistic. She watched wide-eyed as he poised, ready to drive into her. She nodded, a bare movement, but an acceptance of what was to come.

Gone was the pretense of love-making. This was fucking, pure and simple. The pistoning of the male organ into the receptacle of the female organ. The insane drive to attain the ultimate peaks of pleasure. She was being used, but she was using him as well. The two lovers, father and daughter, writhing, joined, crashing against each other.

And when he paused suddenly, his face contorted, she realized she had become ruined for anyone else. This was her destiny, to be underneath him, to accept him within her. And the realization was enough to trigger the biggest orgasm yet.

And he pumped back into her, exploding in a raging orgasm, flooding her with the white-hot liquid of his lust, a veritable tidal wave of cum, pouring out of him and into her, destroying whatever tattered remnants of rationality stood between them.

He collapsed onto her, breathing raggedly, exhausted. Their sweat mingled together, the evidence of the athleticism of their joining. Her mind was at rest. At last. At long last.

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EPILOGUE

"Hi, Divya"

"Akash! Great to hear from you."

"'It’s been a while, huh?"

"Yeah, right. What, about two days or something?"

"Well, what can I say, girl. I've gotten used to your telephone calls. They're what make the boredom of dormitory life liveable."

"So sweet. But I doubt you're telling the truth. I'm pretty sure that the last time we talked, you had a girl in the room with you."

"So? I'm no angel. But, then again, neither are you."

"What do you mean by that, ass?"

"Let me see. As I recall, you had told me that your father was visiting you over the weekend. Do you mean to tell me that he wasn't in the room with you while we were being nasty over the phone?"

"Oh. That. Oh, well. It's more fun that way."

"My point exactly. What was he doing with you anyway?"

"I'll let your imagination fill it in. Let's just say there was whipped cream and strawberries involved."

"Sounds messy. But a lot of fun."

"Am I going to see you over this Diwali?"

"Yeah, actually, that was the reason I was calling. Turns out my Mom and Dad have some get-together planned, and they want you two to come along."

"Really? What are we celebrating?"

"Silly girl. It's been six months since that week. It's kind of an anniversary thing."

"Cool yaar."

"Totally. So, they've got a private room. At Marcel's."

"Uh-oh."

"Uh-huh. And they requested a certain waitress. Named Ramona."

"Oh. My. God." Pause. "You guys are too much fun..."

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THE END

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

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

"Uh, yeah, Mom?"

"Can I come in?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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


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

Superbly erotic story of family love. Hats off to the original author and compliments and thanks to "Givemextra" for sharing it with always desperate reader of classic family love stories. Would rate author of same genre as misterwho and alwayswantedto on literotica.

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