Nandini seducing her son - Every night

[Givemeextra]

In the car on the way home, Akash's brain was still whirling from the events of the night. He had been making out with his Mom, for crying out loud! But better than that, he had been so sure of himself with every step of the way. Maybe it was because she was so clearly willing, so obviously into what he was doing.

He could still taste his mother's juices on his tongue, the tangy flavor so sweet to him. And, he remembered, she would have the same taste on her tongue! Wow, this whole evening had been too wild. And she had promised him some reward as well! Perhaps they would look at some more porn together.

Nandini, too, was quiet, thinking through everything she had done that night. Some of it had been according to plan, but Akash had been more inventive than she had expected. The way he had involved the waitress in their games had blown her mind. She was still dripping thinking about the look on the girl's face when Akash had shown her Nandini's cleavage. But it was time now for the next phase.

"Akash?"

"Yeah, Nandini?"

"First, it's time to start calling me Mom again, if you don't mind."

"Sure thing, 'Mom,'" he replied, patting her high up on her left leg, and then leaving his hand there. His strong touch took her breath away. He was so sure of himself now! Everything was going so well.

"Second, I have a few questions for you."

"Okay, shoot."

"One: do you think Divya Singhal will look as beautiful as I did tonight?"

"Huh? Divya Singhal? No, I guess not."

"Two: do you think she will dress as sexily?"

"Hmmm..." Akash pondered, his hand absently rubbing the inside of Nandini's thigh. The warmth emanating from her pussy enveloped his fingers. "Well, she did say she was going to dress pretty hot, but I don't imagine she'd go out in such a skimpy dress with no bra or panties."

"Mm-hmm. Three: do you think she would let you do the wonderful stuff we did tonight?"

"Good question, Mom," Akash said. He let his fingers slide onto his mother's puffy labia, still slick with her secretions. He loved that he was driving his Dad's car while fingering his Mom. His cock was still hard as steel, and he couldn't wait to get home so he could relieve the tension there.

Nandini loved the feel of her son's hand on her. However, she had been riding the edge of an orgasm all night, and she wanted the feeling to last. She grasped his wrist lightly and urged it away from her center.

"Answer the question, Mister."

He reluctantly obeyed her, and thought carefully.

"Well, Mom, all I can say is I'm not sure. She has a reputation as a pretty wild girl, that's for sure. But in any case, whatever she came up with would never be as crazy as what we've been doing."

"That's my boy. You got all three questions correct, so you definitely win the prize tonight. But I want you to remember this: no matter who you go out with in the future, no matter how terrifying it might be, you will always know that you got your own mother to show off her pussy in public. You licked her juices off of your finger in front of a complete stranger. You made her so hot that she Frenched you after sucking her juices off of you. You have nothing to be worried about. Do you understand?"

With each sentence, with each dirty word his mother said, Akash' cock jumped a little in his pants.

"You mean," he rasped, roughly grasping her thigh, "that because I was able to get my mother to hold my cock for the whole of dinner, rubbing me with her little hand in a restaurant, I don't have to feel scared of anything Divya Singhal might challenge me with?"

"Oh, honey, you've got it," Nandini moaned, her senses flooding as she heard her son describe how she jacked him through his pants all night. She grabbed Akash' hand and pulled it tight against her sopping slit, and burst into a wild orgasm, right there, in her husband's car. Akash felt her spasm under his hand, the tender peach of her pussy throbbing wetly against his fingers. His heart soared as he witnessed his mother in the most private of ecstasies.

"Ohhhh! Oh," she sighed, coming down from the intense high. "Ohhh. Shit. Now you made your Mommy cum, too."

Pankaj Sharma had been on tenterhooks all evening. He couldn't concentrate on anything. His work sat undone, the television blared without his noticing it. He was pacing in the living room, wondering where his wife and son were. He had watched them go out together, Nandini dressed like a fucking slut, practically begging to be taken advantage of. And what had he done about it?



"Nothing," he growled, out loud. "Fucking shit, that's what I did."



But part of him knew that if it happened again, he would again stand aside. In fact, that was why his penis was like a steel rod in his pants. Every once in a while, he would stroke it through his clothes. It felt as hard and as long as he had ever known it. Because, truth be told, this was as intensely exciting a scenario as he had ever imagined.



His wife was out on a hot date with their son.



"Oh shit," he groaned as he felt a shiver run through his whole being. He couldn't touch himself or he would explode. And he wanted so desperately to save that feeling for a while longer. He had an idea it would only get better.



He heard the soft purr of the Porsche (HIS Porsche, mind you), as the sleek car pulled into the driveway. The car stopped, the engine shut off. For several agonizing moments nothing happened. He didn't dare look out the window, the pain and desire warring within his mixed-up psyche. In his mind's eye he pictured the beautiful woman in the skimpy black saree and the handsome boy in the blazer leaning towards each other to share a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss.



"Ohhhh FUUUCKK," he nearly screamed. What kind of torture was this?


The car door slammed shut, first one, and then after a few seconds, the other. He imagined the couple proceeding up the front walk. Maybe they were holding hands? No, maybe the boy had his hand around the woman's waist. Or worse, her shoulder, letting his fingers dangle down to touch the upper swell of her breast. His cock was ready to explode. He only hoped his heart could take this.