Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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Like his mother's, Divya's breast had no sag to it. However, where Nandini accomplished that with a small cup size, Divya's were a full C cup, rounded and ripe. The nipple sat on a puffy areola that stood an extra half-inch out from the contours of her breast. The entire projection forced the nipple in a slight upwards curve.

"I'll have the Caesar salad, please," Divya said, smiling brilliantly at the flustered waitress. Closing the menu with no trace of self-consciousness, she handed it to Ramona and turned to her date, clearly dismissing the waitress, who turned and stumbled back to the kitchen.

"She's a little unsure of herself, isn't she?" Divya took Akash's hand in hers and placed it on her leg under the tablecloth.

"Uh-huh," Akash smiled. "I wonder why?" Divya's leg was toned and taut from her gymnastics and volleyball. He enjoyed the strength of those leg muscles through the thin cotton. He took a quick look around, and realized that, even more than the night before, hardly anybody could see what was going on in their booth.

"Can't say," yawned Divya, stretching upwards, and thrusting her chest towards Akash. He was fully hard in his pants again.

"By the way, did I say how beautiful you look tonight?"

"Why, thank you, Akash," preened the gorgeous teenager, feeling a flush of warmth run through her body. She couldn't believe how things were turning out here. She had never let any boy see her boobs before at least the third date. It was usually too much fun leading them on. But tonight she was practically throwing herself at this guy. And it was even more fun this way.

Akash slid his arm around her shoulder, still holding on to her thigh. He pulled her towards him, slipping his fingers under the strap on her left shoulder. He just had to see how far this incredible girl would go with him. She looked at him, her brilliant blue eyes smoky, her body lithe and yielding. She closed her eyes as his face approached her and sighed softly. He pushed the strap of her dress off of the left shoulder as he kissed her, deeply, passionately. The thin strap slithered down her limp left arm, and in seconds Akash Sharma was holding a half-naked siren against him, her bare tits flushed in her excitement.

She pulled back from him, her eyes shining, sitting there with her perfect breasts standing proudly on her naked chest. She was breathing quickly, her nipples straining. She felt the cool breeze of the restaurant's air conditioning on her naked skin. Everything seemed so sexual; she felt so alive. The electricity ran down her body, coming together in her sex which felt warm and throbbing.

"Here's your br—oh fuck me." Ramona stood stock-still in front of them, blocking the rest of the establishment's clientele from seeing into the secluded booth. She put the bread down on the table, and gripped the edge while a shiver ran through her. "That is too fucking awesome, you guys."

"Get a grip, girl," Divya growled. "You look like you're about to cum right here." She was feeling more and more at home in this strange situation. And she was going to use this girl to help out her cause with Akash. Ramona's eyes looked glazed and unfocused as she nodded helplessly.

"Well, then, if you're so turned on, you've got to do something for us, also." The waitress looked at her with wide eyes, her pretty lips parted slightly. She nodded, uncertainly.

"What are you wearing under that blouse?" Divya's whisper was harsh, demanding.

"A—a chemise and a bra," the waitress replied softly.

"Go to the restroom and take them off, please. I want you serving us with only your blouse on top, got me?"

She nodded again, her cheeks turning red.

"Off you go, then," Divya said with finality. Akash looked on bemusedly.

"Well, I guess you can get pretty wild," he said to his half-naked date.

"You have no idea," she said, her eyes dancing with delight. He laughed, tracing a finger down her front to tease over her full tit, circling around the nipple, tracing its hardness. She purred, pushing her breast into his hand. He complied by cupping it with his hand, feeling its soft weight. He pinched the nipple tightly, and she moaned, feeling her panties grow moist. She slipped out of his grasp, and shrugged the dress back into place. In an instant she looked modest once more.