17-05-2019, 07:06 PM
Akash' day at college had been one of desperately trying to avoid Divya Singhal. If he ever caught sight of her, he had turned around immediately and found his way to the boys' bathroom. Had he really asked her to dress sluttily for their date? And now, it turned out, her father was like the most important guy in town. If things took a sour turn, it might spell disaster for his father's business interests.
He had never felt such relief as when the final bell sounded and he managed to slink out without being noticed by Divya or any of her clique. As he trudged home, his thoughts revolved on what his father had said that morning. Perhaps it would be best if he just called off this ill-fated 'date' with Divya. Or would that just be worse? Would she report back to her father that he was a wuss?
He was so pre-occupied he almost didn't notice the sheet of paper on the floor of the front hall. He picked it up absent-mindedly and looked at it.
Hi Honey – (the note read)
I'm going to be out all afternoon, but I have some errands for you to run. 1. Pick up flowers at Blooms 'n' Such 2. Pick up dry cleaning 3. Call Subway and order an Italian sub the way your Dad likes it, and have them deliver at 6:30 PM
Car keys are on the hall table.
Love, Mom
He looked at the note and frowned. He had planned on relaxing this afternoon, trying to clear his mind, and now he had stupid errands to run. At least he got to drive... and then he saw that the keys were for his Dad's Porsche 911 Turbo. He had never been allowed near that car, it was the apple of his father's eye, as nearly as he could tell. But, he wasn't going to question his good luck, but grabbed the keys and rushed out to the garage.
An hour later, he came back, exhilarated from the speed and handling of the little car. It had been more of a rush than any video game had ever provided him. He had been a little cautious at first, conscious of how much the machine meant to his father. But then, as he was driving on the highway, he let it rip. God, how the car had responded to the slightest move on his part. It seemed to know just what he wanted to do, and almost do it for him.
He had been confused when he found out that the dry-cleaning was his blazer and slacks. He also didn't know what to do when the florist asked him if he wanted to fill out a card to go with the bouquet of flowers he picked up. But still, now, after the thrill of driving a high-precision automobile, he felt like he was flying.
Another note awaited him, telling him to take a shower and shave, and get dressed in his newly pressed clothes, to be ready by 6:45 PM. He shrugged mentally, and went upstairs to his room.
Pankaj Sharma was dejected. He knew a sketchy outline of what his wife had planned, and he wasn't sure that he liked the direction things were heading in. But it was at least partly his own fault, wasn't it? He had encouraged Nandini in this strange new obsession of hers, recognizing the short-term benefits he was enjoying because of it. Now, he wondered what the long-term effects might be.
For example, right now. He was sitting in the dining room with his Italian sub, alone. And just what was going on upstairs? He knew that both his son and his wife were getting dressed up to go out to dinner together, although he was unaware that Akash still had no idea what the plan was. And he was meant to stay at home. "Go along with whatever I say," had been his wife's admonition. He thought he had better stick with it, if he had any hope of continuing the joys of the last few nights.
He heard his son's door close, and the sounds of the teenager coming down the stairs. Against his better judgment, Pankaj stood up and came out to the hallway to see how Akash looked.
"Hey, Dad," the boy said as he came down the last few steps. He looked pretty damned good, actually, Pankaj thought. His hair was combed and gelled off of his face, and he had clearly done a careful job of shaving. In his blue blazer over a pink shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, and a slim pair of khakis, he looked like a young college student. Pankaj couldn't help but admire how well his son filled out his clothes, his swimming prowess shaping the young muscles of his arms and chest. He had a lovely bouquet of flowers in his arms.
"Looking good, Akash," he said.
"Yeah, I guess so, huh?" The teenager smiled sheepishly, showing his good-natured ability to make fun of himself.
"No, really, son. You've turned into quite the young man."
"Uh, sure, Dad. If you say so. Do you know who these flowers are for?"
"For me, silly," came a voice from the top of the stairs. Both men turned to look up.
Nandini Sharma had been having butterflies in her stomach all day long. Was she really going to go through with this plan? Was she really able to take this strange step in the hopes that it would give her son all the confidence he would need for the rest of his life? Or was she overstepping the bounds of normalcy? She was so unsure of herself; but at the same time it was as if the steps of this path were so obvious before her, so easy to take, that she had little choice.
Every little thing had to be just so, and she had written a long checklist to make sure that nothing got left to chance. And now, the shopping was done, the personal hygiene taken care of, the beauty shop visit completed. The final product was going on display, and it had to be done right.
So she had waited for Akash to leave his room and proceed downstairs. As she had hoped, her husband, that patient and loving man who was supporting her through this strange phase of their lives, had gone to meet him and see what he looked like. God, this whole enterprise was so peculiar. And yet it felt so perfectly right. Akash gave her the perfect cue, and she stepped into the limelight of her little drama.
The vision of beauty at the top of the stairs was like something out of a glamour magazine. She had her shining hair left untied, showing off her long graceful neck. Her face was subtly made-up, her full red lips glossed, her eyes startling in their intensity.
The dress she was wearing was startling, to say the least. A skimpy black sleeveless blouse which had very thin strings over her shoulders and it plunged in the front down between her breasts, showing the inner slopes of each one down to where they curved outward. The blouse just ended below her huge breasts and she wore the petticoat just above the her pussy where her pubic hair ended. The saree was carefully dbangd so that breasts which were covered by her blouse were visible from either side of the pallu.
She had four inch black strappy sandals on her feet, making her legs seem even longer than they looked usually. The whole effect was one of sex personified, and her pose, with one hand on her hip, the other stretched up and lightly touching the wall beside her, only made that sex appeal more apparent. Then she just turned around and stunned both of them. Her blouse was backless and her milky white back was clearly visible. There was no attempt to hide it.
Pankaj and Akash stood transfixed, each unaware of anything but the gorgeous woman standing above them. She started to walk down the stairs towards them, enjoying the gaping look on their faces. Each elegant step was carefully choreographed, crossing the foot in front of the leg behind. And with each step, the dress shifted on her hot body, so that her observers could see the sexy length of that navel and her juggling breasts which were ready to pop out of the tight blouse.
Nandini giggled to herself, as she moved down the stairs. It was all going to be so easy, she realized, and she was finally completely sure that she was doing the right thing. And her reward? It was the surety that Akash would be ready for whatever came his way tomorrow night. Well, perhaps it was a bit more than that, she mused, as she looked at her handsome son.
"You ready, stud?" Her question was addressed to Akash, who blinked, looking astonished that such a gorgeous creature would address him in this way. He nodded, then came to his senses.
"Uh, yeah." His addled brain was fixed with one question: what could she possibly be wearing inside that skimpy blouse? "Here you go, Mom," he said, making to offer the flowers to her.
"Hang on a sec, Mister," she stopped him with one finger on his chest. He looked at her, crestfallen. She laughed lightly. "I think you had better call me Nandini tonight, or people are going to look at us strangely."
'Oh. My. God.' Pankaj thought to himself. 'My wife is really going on a date with our son? Dressed like that?!' And then: 'I hope she is atleast wearing her panties!'
"Nandini," the name sounding weird in the boy's voice, "these are for you."
"Flowers! How lovely." She turned to Pankaj. "Pankaj, would you take care of these for me?" He took the flowers and turned blankly towards the kitchen. "Oh, and Pankaj?" He turned back again. "Wait up for me." His heart soared.
He had never felt such relief as when the final bell sounded and he managed to slink out without being noticed by Divya or any of her clique. As he trudged home, his thoughts revolved on what his father had said that morning. Perhaps it would be best if he just called off this ill-fated 'date' with Divya. Or would that just be worse? Would she report back to her father that he was a wuss?
He was so pre-occupied he almost didn't notice the sheet of paper on the floor of the front hall. He picked it up absent-mindedly and looked at it.
Hi Honey – (the note read)
I'm going to be out all afternoon, but I have some errands for you to run. 1. Pick up flowers at Blooms 'n' Such 2. Pick up dry cleaning 3. Call Subway and order an Italian sub the way your Dad likes it, and have them deliver at 6:30 PM
Car keys are on the hall table.
Love, Mom
He looked at the note and frowned. He had planned on relaxing this afternoon, trying to clear his mind, and now he had stupid errands to run. At least he got to drive... and then he saw that the keys were for his Dad's Porsche 911 Turbo. He had never been allowed near that car, it was the apple of his father's eye, as nearly as he could tell. But, he wasn't going to question his good luck, but grabbed the keys and rushed out to the garage.
An hour later, he came back, exhilarated from the speed and handling of the little car. It had been more of a rush than any video game had ever provided him. He had been a little cautious at first, conscious of how much the machine meant to his father. But then, as he was driving on the highway, he let it rip. God, how the car had responded to the slightest move on his part. It seemed to know just what he wanted to do, and almost do it for him.
He had been confused when he found out that the dry-cleaning was his blazer and slacks. He also didn't know what to do when the florist asked him if he wanted to fill out a card to go with the bouquet of flowers he picked up. But still, now, after the thrill of driving a high-precision automobile, he felt like he was flying.
Another note awaited him, telling him to take a shower and shave, and get dressed in his newly pressed clothes, to be ready by 6:45 PM. He shrugged mentally, and went upstairs to his room.
Pankaj Sharma was dejected. He knew a sketchy outline of what his wife had planned, and he wasn't sure that he liked the direction things were heading in. But it was at least partly his own fault, wasn't it? He had encouraged Nandini in this strange new obsession of hers, recognizing the short-term benefits he was enjoying because of it. Now, he wondered what the long-term effects might be.
For example, right now. He was sitting in the dining room with his Italian sub, alone. And just what was going on upstairs? He knew that both his son and his wife were getting dressed up to go out to dinner together, although he was unaware that Akash still had no idea what the plan was. And he was meant to stay at home. "Go along with whatever I say," had been his wife's admonition. He thought he had better stick with it, if he had any hope of continuing the joys of the last few nights.
He heard his son's door close, and the sounds of the teenager coming down the stairs. Against his better judgment, Pankaj stood up and came out to the hallway to see how Akash looked.
"Hey, Dad," the boy said as he came down the last few steps. He looked pretty damned good, actually, Pankaj thought. His hair was combed and gelled off of his face, and he had clearly done a careful job of shaving. In his blue blazer over a pink shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, and a slim pair of khakis, he looked like a young college student. Pankaj couldn't help but admire how well his son filled out his clothes, his swimming prowess shaping the young muscles of his arms and chest. He had a lovely bouquet of flowers in his arms.
"Looking good, Akash," he said.
"Yeah, I guess so, huh?" The teenager smiled sheepishly, showing his good-natured ability to make fun of himself.
"No, really, son. You've turned into quite the young man."
"Uh, sure, Dad. If you say so. Do you know who these flowers are for?"
"For me, silly," came a voice from the top of the stairs. Both men turned to look up.
Nandini Sharma had been having butterflies in her stomach all day long. Was she really going to go through with this plan? Was she really able to take this strange step in the hopes that it would give her son all the confidence he would need for the rest of his life? Or was she overstepping the bounds of normalcy? She was so unsure of herself; but at the same time it was as if the steps of this path were so obvious before her, so easy to take, that she had little choice.
Every little thing had to be just so, and she had written a long checklist to make sure that nothing got left to chance. And now, the shopping was done, the personal hygiene taken care of, the beauty shop visit completed. The final product was going on display, and it had to be done right.
So she had waited for Akash to leave his room and proceed downstairs. As she had hoped, her husband, that patient and loving man who was supporting her through this strange phase of their lives, had gone to meet him and see what he looked like. God, this whole enterprise was so peculiar. And yet it felt so perfectly right. Akash gave her the perfect cue, and she stepped into the limelight of her little drama.
The vision of beauty at the top of the stairs was like something out of a glamour magazine. She had her shining hair left untied, showing off her long graceful neck. Her face was subtly made-up, her full red lips glossed, her eyes startling in their intensity.
The dress she was wearing was startling, to say the least. A skimpy black sleeveless blouse which had very thin strings over her shoulders and it plunged in the front down between her breasts, showing the inner slopes of each one down to where they curved outward. The blouse just ended below her huge breasts and she wore the petticoat just above the her pussy where her pubic hair ended. The saree was carefully dbangd so that breasts which were covered by her blouse were visible from either side of the pallu.
She had four inch black strappy sandals on her feet, making her legs seem even longer than they looked usually. The whole effect was one of sex personified, and her pose, with one hand on her hip, the other stretched up and lightly touching the wall beside her, only made that sex appeal more apparent. Then she just turned around and stunned both of them. Her blouse was backless and her milky white back was clearly visible. There was no attempt to hide it.
Pankaj and Akash stood transfixed, each unaware of anything but the gorgeous woman standing above them. She started to walk down the stairs towards them, enjoying the gaping look on their faces. Each elegant step was carefully choreographed, crossing the foot in front of the leg behind. And with each step, the dress shifted on her hot body, so that her observers could see the sexy length of that navel and her juggling breasts which were ready to pop out of the tight blouse.
Nandini giggled to herself, as she moved down the stairs. It was all going to be so easy, she realized, and she was finally completely sure that she was doing the right thing. And her reward? It was the surety that Akash would be ready for whatever came his way tomorrow night. Well, perhaps it was a bit more than that, she mused, as she looked at her handsome son.
"You ready, stud?" Her question was addressed to Akash, who blinked, looking astonished that such a gorgeous creature would address him in this way. He nodded, then came to his senses.
"Uh, yeah." His addled brain was fixed with one question: what could she possibly be wearing inside that skimpy blouse? "Here you go, Mom," he said, making to offer the flowers to her.
"Hang on a sec, Mister," she stopped him with one finger on his chest. He looked at her, crestfallen. She laughed lightly. "I think you had better call me Nandini tonight, or people are going to look at us strangely."
'Oh. My. God.' Pankaj thought to himself. 'My wife is really going on a date with our son? Dressed like that?!' And then: 'I hope she is atleast wearing her panties!'
"Nandini," the name sounding weird in the boy's voice, "these are for you."
"Flowers! How lovely." She turned to Pankaj. "Pankaj, would you take care of these for me?" He took the flowers and turned blankly towards the kitchen. "Oh, and Pankaj?" He turned back again. "Wait up for me." His heart soared.
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Thanks & Regards,
Givemeextra
One man's wife is another man's slut
I don't have a Religion, I am free. Do not impose your Morality on me
Thanks & Regards,
Givemeextra
One man's wife is another man's slut
I don't have a Religion, I am free. Do not impose your Morality on me
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