Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Guess so. You?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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