Nandini seducing her son - Every night

[Givemeextra]

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

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

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

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

"Mmm?"

Nandini looked up at him in the mirror.

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

"What did you do?"

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

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

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

"Have you apologized to him?"

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

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

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

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

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