Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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Rajesh Singhal watched covertly from the shadows of the front hall. Outside, under the light by the front door, his gorgeous daughter was trading spit with her date, Pankaj Sharma's boy. He wanted to be angry with her, self-righteously furious with the boy. But the scene was too engrossing for him to step forward and interrupt.

The kid had his hands on his daughter's ass, pulling her in tight to him, and she seemed only too willing to participate. As the father watched, the girl reached behind her and pulled her dress upwards. He watched hungrily as her long legs were revealed, higher and higher, until that superb ass came into view, that same ass he had looked at earlier in the day.

The boy confidently cupped the near naked ass in his hands, tracing the line of the blue thong with his fingers. The couple's kissing was hard and passionate, never seeming to pause for breathing, as if they were devouring each other. Rajesh was hard in his pants, watching his daughter getting mauled. On her first date with the boy, for God's sake! Had she no modesty? Or was she just a slut?

The hands on Divya's ass delved deeper, pulling the rounded cheeks apart. Rajesh held his breath, unconsciously rubbing himself through his pants. Would he get to see something he had never been privy to before? Would he get to see his angel's asshole? He peered more closely, trying to make out some details through the shadows that covered up the boy's explorations.

And then, his heart stopped. Because the boy looked directly at him. And winked!

"Mmm. Divya, you are definitely hot tonight."

"Glad I convinced you. Finally," she giggled.

Akash felt the sweet firmness of her ass in his hands. He could sense the heat emanating from between her legs, just inches from his fingers. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling. She had never looked so pretty, so sexual to him. He knew she was his for the taking. But, he had an idea that percolated through him.

"So hot. So fucking exciting." He ground his erection into her abdomen, and she wiggled against him, smiling in delight at the sensation of his hard cock. "But, my little vixen, it will have to wait."

She gaped at him in astonishment. Never before had she been left hanging like this.

"What do you mean? You can't leave me like this!"

"Prior commitment, sweetheart," he smiled, squeezing that magnificent ass one last time before reluctantly withdrawing his hands. He knew that he had recourse to satisfaction at home. He suspected she did not, although he had seen her father in the hallway watching them avidly. If he left her wanting more, he was pretty sure she would be his forever.

"I'll call you," he whispered hotly into her ear, then withdrew quickly.

Divya watched him go. She stamped her foot in exasperation, before turning to enter her house. She pursed her lips, frustrated, as she bent to undo the straps of her sandals in the foyer, then smiled ruefully.

'What a fucker,' she thought to herself. 'But I've got to have him.'

"How was your date, honey?" The voice from in the next room made her jump.



"Oh, God, Daddy! You scared the daylights out of me!" She made her way into the living room where her father was sitting on the couch. Preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn't notice how flustered he looked, nor how he was sitting with a pillow on his lap.



"It was fine," she continued, flopping down onto the other end of the couch. Her skirt flew up briefly, and the confused father's eyes were drawn to the glimpse of leg that he saw, before he forced himself to look at her again. "Actually, it was maybe the most fun I've ever had on a date," she admitted, glancing at her father before looking down, a little embarrassed at her memories. She was still hot, over-excited. Her panties felt quite damp. She bent over to rub at her feet.



"Are your feet sore, honey? I'll rub them for you," Rajesh blurted. Divya looked at him quizzically, then shrugged.



"Okay, Daddy," she smiled, before lifting her feet up and placing them on the pillow over his lap. "Rub away." She leaned back and closed her eyes. Her father took the nearest foot in his hands and started to massage it, pushing his fingers deeply into the sole.



"Mmm. That's heavenly, Daddy," she murmured. She looked at him from under heavy lids. He was certainly still a very handsome man, her Daddy. His hair might be grey around the temples, but he still had a full head of it. And his eyes, lighter blue than hers, were like steel when he was angry, rain when he was relaxed. He was tall and fit, working out at the gym several times a week. She knew he was sexually active, and his dates were invariably pretty.



'But not as pretty as me,' a voice in her head whispered, and she smiled to herself. She slipped further down on the couch, her feet pushing off of the cushion to the far side. 



Rajesh suddenly found his hands holding her slim calf. He paused a second, and looked up at his girl's face. Her eyes were closed again. He looked down her body, took in the curves of her breasts, the nipples visible through the thin white cotton. Below, the dress had pushed up above her knees. He gently started massaging the muscles of her lower leg, working his fingers all around the circumference. He pulled her nearer leg into him, then went to work on the farther, subtly pushing it further apart from its mate. He was unconscious of what he was doing, and yet his eyes would roam up her legs with each movement, looking to see what the effect might be on her dress.



Divya was half-dreaming at this point. His touch was so firm, so loving. She was still hot and bothered by how she and Akash had behaved at the restaurant. In her mind, she was in Ramona's place, holding her date's cock in her mouth, feeling the hardness of it on her tongue. She was bobbing up and down his erection, her red lips leaving lipstick Rajeshs on the shaft. Her dress was down around her waist again, her firm breasts hanging out in public. She moaned lightly.



And now she was aware that her legs were moving apart. But she knew that her dress was covering her. There was no way her Daddy would be able to look up it. And in any case, it was just innocent fun, right? In fact, maybe she should just let him look at her. What was the harm?

Rajesh could see nothing, and was getting frustrated. His little sexy girl was lying there in next to nothing, and that damned dress was getting in the way. His hands were now massaging just below her knees.



"Scooch a little down, Princess," he whispered. She raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes still closed. For a second, he thought he had blown it, that she was going to jump up, her eyes blazing, and run to her room.



"'K." She slid a little lower, his hands now sliding above her knees to hold her thigh. The dress stayed below her, her bottom sliding over it. Now it was gathered right around her hips, her legs slightly parted still. He thought that if he pushed her legs a little more apart, he would be granted a view of those panties he had been able to see through the dress.



Divya was flying. In her brain a movie was still playing of her servicing Akash Sharma at the restaurant. All the customers had gathered around to watch her perform. And there, standing just to the left, was her father. And at the same time, she was feeling her father's strong hands on her legs, massaging, caressing, lightly touching the soft inner skin. Her legs relaxed further, lightly falling apart a few inches.



Rajesh's cock was throbbing under the pillow. The weight of Divya's legs was transferred onto him, a delightful pressure. Now her legs opened, and the dress, just barely covering her, slipped out of the way. Her pretty blue thong, worn as a temptation for her date, was now bared to his eyes. The panties hugged the little mound underneath, molded to its shape. Every contour was obvious to him, the two lips, the crevice between, the tiny nub at the top that announced her excitement. And there was the most delicate of odors that arose from her, one that shouted out that she was all woman.



Without thinking, without planning, his fingers danced up her long thighs. Wonderingly, he let his touch caress her just along the edge of her panties. That feminine crease, the border between body and leg, that arrow to the depths of her womanhood. His finger slipped along the panties, into the side of her groin. In amazement, he felt the heat of her sex through the undergarment, his finger now lying along side her little puss. Tracing back up, he looked up at her.


Divya was lying, panting, eyes closed, her lower lip caught by her teeth. In her mind, sexual images flew past, faceless men confused with people she knew, hard cocks on all sides, her body at the mercy of the men around her. Her whole body was focused on that one finger just next to her sex. She felt it slip beneath the top of her thong.