Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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Pankaj couldn't help but hear each and every moan coming from his son's bedroom. Hearing his wife cry out like that was intense. More intense was knowing that it was their son who was satisfying her so perfectly. The cries of sexual passion increased in volume and urgency.

"Oh, oh, OHHH, GOD! That's so gooooood!"

"Mom, oh fuck, oh Mom, I love this, ohhhhhhh!"

And he knew they came together, there in his house, just down the hall. And still he waited, waited for her to fulfill her promise.

And when she came into their room, her hair wild, her face sweaty, her chest heaving, her tits flushed, her pussy red and dripping, he knew he was as deeply in love as he could be.

"Take off those clothes, Pankaj," she ordered, her eyes flashing. He obeyed as quickly as he could. "Now lie down on the bed." He leaped to the bed and lay on his back, his hard hard erection pulsing in the air.

She prowled towards him, then climbed over him, positioning her inflamed pussy over his face.

"Eat me," she growled, settling herself down.

He had no choice. The sopping pussy was pressed against him. His tongue snaked out to taste her. And to taste something else as well. The deeply salty, slightly bitter taste of his own son's cum dripping out of his mother's well-used cunt. He drank the bitter draught down, accepting the consequences of his decisions. He lapped at the well of her sex, pushing as deep inside her as he could in search of more of his son's white deposits.

"Fuck meeee," Nandini screamed, loving the attack of her husband's tongue inside her, his acceptance, her sexual satisfaction. And when he fastened his lips around her distended clit, she exploded for the fourth time that night.

"Mmmm," she said as she slid down his body, "that's what you get, Pankaj." She kissed him deeply, tasting herself and her son in his mouth. He kissed avidly back.

"But now," she continued, "you get your reward, too." Her decision had been made only just that night, when Akash had been sucking on her ass. She slipped lower down, and took him in her mouth. It was amazing how different father and son were. Although not particularly longer, Pankaj' cock was definitely thicker. She shuddered at the implications, but made sure to slobber her saliva all over his shaft. She knew that she was certainly wet enough.

And when she was satisfied that he was fully lubricated, she positioned herself in a squat above her wonderful husband and placed the thick tip of his cock directly against her ass hole. She bore down and pushed down at the same time, and was amazed to feel how easily the head of him slipped inside of her.

Pankaj looked on in amazement. He had been passive until now, but the feel of her sphincter around the head of his erection was a spur to action. He grabbed her around the hips and started pulling her down. Her eyes flew open wide as she felt him probe deeper and deeper into her bowels.

"Oh, shit, Pankaj," she whispered, "be gentle, please?"

Every inch or so, he paused to allow her to get used to the thickness of him. Also, it gave him a chance to come down off the intense high of being inside her ass for the first time. And then, he was completely inside her, and her bottom was against his thighs. Her legs were spread wide apart, her swollen pussy stared at him, so red from the multiple ravagings it had received that night. He wet a finger in his mouth and slid it inside her, feeling his cock through the thin membrane that separated them.


"Mmmmm, that's sooooo fucking hot, lover," she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. Her breasts heaved with her breath. He worked his finger in and out, rubbing over the length of his own erection from within her. And then she started to move her hips, pulling up and down his cock, little by little, more and more, increasing her rhythm and speed. She could feel every ridge of his cock rub over her tender ass hole.

And then, suddenly, wildly, he flipped her around on his cock, and took her from behind, standing against the edge of the bed, sawing his hardness into her with a ferocity she had never experienced before. Incredibly, she felt the waves of pleasure overtaking her for the fifth time that night. How was it possible? She had never thought she could cum from something in her ass.

And Pankaj, too, was cresting, until with a howl, he pushed all the way deep into her, his pulsing cock depositing its cream deep into her bowels. Nandini screamed too, her own orgasm pushing her over the edge. She could feel every spurt of him deep inside her, where she had never known such heat.

They collapsed together on the bed, still joined by his cock deep inside her ass and fell soundly asleep in seconds.

Every morning was better than the one before. Nandini was sighing with complete relaxation as she stood at the kitchen counter. She felt suffused with contentment. A golden glow surrounded everything. And deep within her, she could feel the little burn that signified a well-fucked pussy.



"And ass," she laughed quietly to herself, the tender opening of her anus still feeling bruised from the fucking it had received the night before. She had awoken to feel her husband's soft cock still embedded in the completely relaxed sphincter. With a little 'plop' it had fallen out when she turned over. Pankaj didn't even awaken, but just turned over and continued sleeping.



Friday morning, she thought to herself. Tonight was Akash' big date. She didn't think it would be a problem for him. Not with his newfound confidence.



She felt two strong arms encircle her waist and pull her back to a tight embrace.



"Morning, Mom," came her son's voice. She felt the insistent throb of his penis nestled deep in her ass. She nearly swooned, thinking of the last time she had felt that.



"Ooohh, lover, what a way to say good morning," she husked.



His mom was wearing a thin satin robe that came down just below her ass. By the feel of her, there was nothing underneath. Akash ground his cock against her firm butt, loving how she pushed back at him. He was wearing simple cotton pajama pants, nothing on top. He slipped his hands up to cup her tits through the gown.



"You like?"



"How could I not, Akash. But," she continued, pulling her ass from him, "we've got to take it easy, honey. Your Dad will be coming downstairs soon."



"Soon," he replied, pulling her back to him. "Not now."



Oh God, she thought, I can't resist him. She turned her head over her shoulder and met his mouth in a lover's kiss. His hand went inside her gown to knead her breast, the tender nipple mauled by his insistent grasp.



"Oh Akash, no," she whined, "you've got to stop now," but her ass ground back into his cock without cease.



He smiled wickedly, and pulled her nightgown over her ass. With one hand he slipped his hard long cock out of his pajamas. It slithered between her legs and lay underneath her tender sex. The wetness there coated him quickly.



"Your mouth says to stop, but your pussy has other ideas," he growled, sawing his erection back and forth across her slit. He was so hard she thought she could sit on his cock and it would support her weight entirely.



"Oh fuck," she whispered, tipping her hips back so that the head of his cock caught in her wet hole. With a mighty thrust he filled her completely, the slap of his belly against her ass loud in the quiet kitchen. This was so wrong. How could she let him do this? How could he overcome her so easily?



He held her tits tightly in his hands, using them as leverage to bang her mercilessly. The sound of their coupling filled the room, the slippery whisper of their flesh against each other proof positive of her own excitement. They grunted quietly as he filled her again and again.



"Nandini?"



She froze, her eyes wide as she heard Pankaj call from upstairs. Akash didn't even miss a beat, pushing hard into her so that her breath left her with a soft "oof." She frowned back at him, and he smiled again, so charming, so sinful. He slipped back out, his cock like a saber, her pussy feeling so empty as it withdrew. Pausing at the end, he slowly went right back in again. The head rubbed deliciously over the most sensitive parts of her. She closed her eyes in surrender.



"Nandini!"



"I—I'm in the k-kitchen," she managed to stutter, as Akash started to pick up speed again.



"Have you seen my red tie?"



Slap-slap-slap.



"Mmmm..." she tried desperately to think. How could she stop him from coming in here?



"In the closet, I think?" Her hands gripped the counter to steady herself. The sensations were starting to build, increased by the surreal situation.



"I looked there!" She could hear his footsteps on the stairs, starting to come down. Akash increased the speed of his thrusts, and she started to cum.



"Oh!" escaped her mouth. Akash' face was deep in concentration.



"Honey? What's wrong?" Pankaj' voice sounded full of concern. He was nearing the bottom of the stairs. He would be in the kitchen in any second.



"Uh, uh, uh... Maybe it's d-downstairs in the l-laundry room," she said, as her orgasm overtook her. She felt Akash push once more deep inside, and felt the base of his cock pulsing against her distended labia. He was coming once again into her very depths.





The kitchen door started to open, and Akash was all at once leaning casually by the counter, pouring himself some orange juice. The front of his pajama bottoms were damp, but he thought his Dad wouldn't notice that.



Nandini turned to face Pankaj, hoping that she wasn't too obviously sexually aroused.



"In the laundry room?" Pankaj looked over at his wife. She seemed a little red in the face, but otherwise okay. She was leaning over the counter, reading the newspaper. Akash was on the other side of the kitchen.



"Oh, hey, son. I didn't know you were up."



"Morning, Dad," Akash said, smiling. How fucking awesome was this? He had just taken his mother in full daylight, and she had done nothing to stop him!



"Yes, Pankaj. I think maybe it was still around one of your shirts last week."



"Right," Pankaj said, striking his forehead. He walked across the kitchen to the door to the basement. A slither of Akash' cum escaped Nandini's pussy and wetly dripped down her leg, but her husband didn't see. When he was down the stairs, she quickly wiped her leg with a paper towel and turned to look accusingly at her son.



"What was that," she hissed.


Akash shrugged. Nandini knew something would have to change. But it would also have to wait until after tonight.