Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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"Would Madam and Sir like to order some wine?" The young woman was now looking directly at the couple in the back booth. It had been so hot to see the two of them making out in the restaurant. Even in the dim light, she had seen the woman's naked breast, so casually exposed. Thinking about the situation made her short of breath.

"The lady will have a glass of your pinot noir," Akash said. He didn't really know anything about wines, but he remembered what his mother usually ordered when they went out as a family. "I will be fine with water, thank you." Nandini loved that he had taken charge, and she rubbed his thigh affectionately. They watched together as the pretty waitress turned away to get their drinks.

"Mmmmm..." Nandini murmured, turning back to her son. "You are a naughty boy, aren't you, kissing me like that in public."

"I'd do more than that if I had the chance," he laughed, exulting in the strange freedom he was feeling with his mother.

"Oh, would you, now," the seductress winked. "Tell me what you would do, baby."

The word inflamed Akash beyond belief. His cock was straining in his slacks, and he shifted to make himself more comfortable. With the movement, Nandini's hand slipped higher on his leg. With shock, he realized that her hand was less than an inch from the distended head of his erection. But he was beyond caring, so he pretended to consider his mother's question.
"Well, let's see." He looked over the incredibly hot woman next to him, so familiar and yet so foreign. "I would run my hand over your leg, here," and he dropped his hand to mirror hers on her left leg. Her skin was so soft and warm.

"Then, I would caress you, higher," slipping his hand upward, so that his fingers came into contact with the top of her petticoat where the saree was tucked in.

"Oooohhh," Nandini encouraged, letting her eyes close sexily.

"And inside," and his fingertips slipped under the edge of the petticoat. The young mother's legs relaxed, falling a little apart.

"And lower," came the whisper, and her heart inflamed with love for her wonderful son, who understood so clearly what they both wanted. Her head fell backwards, and she slouched slightly in the chair, trying to urge those teasing fingers lowerto her center.

Akash watched in amazement at how easily his mother gave in to him. She was offering herself to him, right here, in the sight of other diners, in this fancy restaurant.. His fingers were resting lightly on her lower abdomen, inches away from her sex.

"And I would kiss you right here," he continued softly, leaning over so that he could bring his mouth into contact with her neck. The soft caress of his lips on her sensitive neck caused Nandini to moan again. Her hand slipped higher up his leg, and suddenly found itself in contact with something incredibly hard and pulsating.

'Oh my God,' Nandini's brain screamed. 'I'm touching my son's cock!'

The knowledge that his mother was naked under the dress, naked! And that she was allowing him to see it, and that her soft tiny fingers were lying on his erection. It was almost too much for the young man. But he recalled his mother's advice to stay cool, and managed to stop himself from ripping off her dress right there in the restaurant.

"Ahem," came the young waitress' interruption for the second time that night. 'My God,' she thought, watching the gorgeous couple neck, 'they've really got it bad tonight!'

Akash's free hand came down on top of his mother's trapping it against his cock. She let out a light squeak of shock as she felt it bound under her hand. It felt huge, like nothing she'd ever felt before. His free hand stayed where it was between her legs. She felt flushed, hot and bothered, unable to think clearly. She had to get rid of this fog surrounding her thoughts.

"Your wine, Madam," the girl said, bringing the glass around to Nandini's plate. Looking down, she saw the woman's lewdly displayed cleavage with her saree hardly covering those melons and the edge of her trimmed pubic hair on her lower abdomen.

Nandini saw the girl look down in her lap and almost cried aloud in embarrassment. But then, as the girl leaned down, she saw the girl's young nipples pushing hard through her white blouse.

'She likes it,' thought the aroused woman. 'She likes seeing us like this.' And she smiled up at the girl, letting her pallu slide even further apart. She felt like the world's biggest slut, exposing herself in this crazy way to a complete stranger. But she was out of control now, and loving it.

Akash watched his mother's reactions, recognizing each in turn, the shock, the shame, and then the excitement. He also saw the waitress' reaction as his mother's pallu moved apart. Her eyes were glued to the space between Nandini's breasts, and he helped the situation by flicking away the edge of the saree. All three watched as the pallu fell down on the outside of her left hand.

The sight of her aroused nipples was beyond belief. The nipples were waiting to burst out of that skimpy blouse, showing off her deepest secrets. Without thinking, Akash again slid his fingers inside Nandini’s petticoat and let his finger rub the length of that exposed slit, feeling the wetness there, before twirling once around his mother's clit. She shuddered, the touch sending all kinds of electricity through her sex.

"You guys are too awesome," the waitress whispered. "But try to keep it under control, okay? I don't want the boss to find out." Akash winked at her, before pulling his mother's pallu back over her.



"No problem," he said, smiling.



The waitress looked at him, marveling at his confidence. She quirked a smile back at him, and placed his water in front of him.



"Why don't you two take a minute to decide what you'll be ordering, and I'll be back."



Nandini was blinking, trying to get herself under control again, and she looked over at Akash. He looked directly at her, and then put his finger in his mouth, sucking the juice off of it. The juice that had come directly from her aroused pussy.



"Oh, you're good, kid," she smiled. "I don't think I have much to teach you. Where did all of this come from?"



"Come from? From you, Nandini," he smiled. "You inspire me."



"Well, you're definitely on the right track for that reward." And she squeezed his cock with her hand still trapped under his. The shaft felt so thick, so powerful. And it bounded under her fingers.



They ate their meal lingeringly, with smoldering glances for the other. Throughout, Nandini kept a possessive hand on her son's cock, massaging it and keeping it erect. She loved tracing its length from top to bottom, wondering how long it was, how it compared with Pankaj'. And every once in a while, Akash would let his fingers travel inside his mother's petticoat to dally in her hot pussy, exploring the naked folds. He would allow his fingertip to penetrate just slightly into her hole, feeling the sucking walls surround him.



Nandini delighted in the sensation of her son exploring the place he came from all those years before. And he would always take good care to clean his finger with his tongue after each journey. Once, when she saw the waitress on her way back to the table, she captured his hand before it could get there and brought the finger instead to her own lips. Looking the waitress right in the eyes, she licked the tangy moisture off her son's finger. She felt Akash's cock pulse under her as he watched her salacious action. The waitress' eyes closed and she supported herself on the table for a second.



"Oh god," she whispered, "I think I just came. I've never seen anything as sexy as you two. Have you been together long?"



"Just tonight," said Akash.



"All of our lives," said Nandini at the same time. They looked at each other and giggled.



"Well, all I can say is that I hope I get as lucky as you guys. Can I get you anything else?"



"What else could we need?" Nandini smiled at her son's statement.



"How about the check," she said, her eyes sparkling. The young woman took a deep breath, turned away. When she was gone, Akash took out 2000 Rs note.



"Let's leave her something to remember us by," he whispered. Nandini's eyes widened as he took the 2000 Rs note and slipped it between her legs. With a gentle swipe, he drew it along the length of her sopping pussy, and then, taking it out, folded it lengthwise to seal the juice within, before leaving it on the table.



"How considerate," Nandini laughed, and leaned over to kiss her son. It was a soul-searching kiss, with tongues fully extended and dueling together. Mother and son were connected as they had never been before, hungrily devouring each other.


And when they got up to leave, Akash adjusted his achingly hard cock so that it wasn't quite so obvious. But Nandini had no recourse for the large damp spot on the back of her dress.