17-05-2019, 07:14 PM
"Uh uh," she managed to whisper, her hand catching her father's, "not... that. No. Nothing, you, uh, nothing you can't see..."
Then she let go of his hand, patting it in place. It rested on her, the fingers just on top of her thong.
'Not that,' he thought, 'Not stop...' He slipped around the edges again, teasing her, pushing the back of his fingers against her inflamed pussy through the panties. She was moaning, now, frankly expressing her sexual desire. It was all innocent, wasn't it? He wasn't doing anything wrong. His cock was so hard, so damned hard. But he was just helping her out in a hard situation. She needed it so bad.
Oh, she was being so bad, she knew. She shouldn't even be letting him do this much. But he was being so sweet about it, so mindful of what she wanted. And she wanted it so much. Akash Sharma was so mean to leave her high like this, without satisfaction. But he was so fucking sexy, so outrageously kinky. Just the kind of guy she liked. In her little fantasy, he was pulling his cock from between her lips, jacking off over her. And his hot come would splash across her face, Rajeshing her in front of all of these people, in front of her father, as his, as his slut, his whore, oh fucking GOD!
Rajesh Singhal watched his daughter peak over into an intense orgasm right in front of him, her hips lifting off of the couch, pushing her pussy against his fingers, and now, he was frankly pushing on her through her panties as she spasmed hard. She shuddered, spasmed again, then collapsed back onto the couch. Her hair, sweaty, clung to her face. She drew a deep breath, then opened her eyes.
"Hmmm," she said, looking at her father, then at herself. "Uh, that was... interesting."
"Uh, Divya," he stammered, now feeling intensely ashamed. But his hard cock, still hidden by the cushion, argued against that shame.
"Shh. I'm going to bed." And she stood up, straightening her dress around herself, then looked down at her stricken father. "Silly Daddy," she cooed lovingly, caressing his hair. "Don't be so scared." She leaned down and kissed him on the head. "'Night."
Later that night, he stroked himself, caressing his rock-hard cock, all to thoughts of his sexy sexy daughter. When he came, he murmured her name out loud, the cum shooting out all over his naked chest.
"Akash, could you come in here?" His dad's voice called him from the living room.
Akash Sharma was still flying high on the emotions from his date. Never, never in his life would he have predicted the crazy events of the last few days. And honestly, who could have? Perhaps the high point had been losing his virginity to his mother the night before, but coming a close second had to be the sight of Divya Singhal, high and mighty volleyball player, eating his cum on her dessert. He walked into the living room, the conquering warrior. He even felt pity for his poor father, cuckolded by his own son.
Pankaj was sitting, thinking about what his wife had planned. The poor boy. But she said he needed a lesson, this time to bring him back to himself. You could see it in his face, as he strutted into the room. He thought he was God's gift. Well, that could be changed.
"How did your date go?" He tried to keep the anxiety out of his voice, but after all, Rajesh Singhal was a pretty influential guy around here.
"Don't worry, Dad," Akash smirked. "She's into me. I don't think her Dad will be getting a bad report."
"All right, son," Pankaj said, visibly relieved. "Your Mom wants to talk to you. I think she's waiting in your room."
"Okay, thanks." Akash laughed to himself. He was definitely the top dog in this household now. His cock was already tenting the front of his pants in anticipation, and he didn't even care if his father saw it.
Upstairs, Nandini lay on her son's bed. What Akash had done that morning had been too much, as much as she had enjoyed it. She couldn't have him trying to control her through sex. She had to regain the upper hand, both out of respect for her husband as well as to make Akash a better person.
She adjusted the tiny silk dressing gown around her shoulders to show off her cleavage to best advantage. She lay on her side with the top leg bent, her ass just barely covered by the hem of the gown. Underneath, of course, she was naked. What a rush, still, to be so lewd in her son's room! The door opened.
"Mmmm. Mom, you look good enough to eat!" Her handsome son's voice ran through her like a lightning bolt.
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
"You want to find out?" He unbuttoned his shirt, standing there in the door. God, he was so sexy.
"All in good time, Akash," she flirted. "First, tell me about your date."
"Okay," he smiled, unbuckling his belt. He walked towards her and sat on the bed to take off his pants.
"Uh, Akash, the door?"
"Why close it?" He stood up, now only in his boxers. His erection stuck out obscenely, straining against the thin material of his underwear. There was a damp spot on the front. He went around to stand next to her, his hard cock so close to her, so near, so powerful. He lazily caressed her bare shoulder, pushing at the edge of the gown. "We're just talking, right?"
She felt delirious. It was so easy to plan things, but so hard to carry them out. She turned onto her back, still keeping her legs together. Her gown slipped down her front, nearly baring her left breast. She made no move to cover up. She touched his leg, the heat of him scalding against her finger. He stood still, so sure of himself.
He began to tell her about the events of the night. He left nothing out, the details so suggestive, the descriptions so sexy. She was so hot, she couldn't think straight. She found herself running her hands up the backs of his legs to feel his ass under the boxers. She found herself opening her thighs, allowing the gown to gape wider at top and bottom. She found herself displaying her body to him, trying to get him to capitulate, to get him to just get on her and start fucking.
He could see the lust in her eyes as he told her about Divya's manipulation of Ramona. She was losing control, and all because he was talking to her, because he was controlling his desire. He let his cock throb, still nominally hidden in his boxers. He watched as his beautiful sexy Mom writhed on the bed, the gown falling open. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth open. Her nipples were rock hard. And when the night gown finally lay around her sides, her legs apart, he could see her arousal in the opening of her pussy.
"And Divya looked right at me, Mom, as she took the first forkful up to her mouth. She didn't even hesitate as she opened her sweet little lips to eat that cum-covered flan."
"Mmmmm... oooohh, Akash, that's tooooo much," Nandini moaned.
"I could see my cum on her lip," he went on unrelentingly, "there, in Marcel's. And I watched her red tongue snake out to lick the little drop, savoring the taste. Her eyes closed a little, and a slight shudder went through her hot body."
"Yes... yes," Nandini reached down with her hand and touched her hard clit, touching herself, her naked self in front of her boy. But it was too much, she couldn't resist. How could he not be touching himself also?
"And even better, Mom, was the fact that my cum was mixed up with Ramona's saliva. What a sexy little bitch she is, to eat my cum and the waitress' spit. I was hard again so fast, even though I had just cum in Ramona's mouth only moments before."
"Ohhhh... FUUUCKK!!" Nandini's orgasm ripped through her, as she pictured the scene in her mind. She had created this monster. Now she had to rein him in. She had to show him some consequences. As she came slowly down from her orgasm, her mind cleared a little. She looked up at him, smiled, and licked her own lips.
"Okay, you," she whispered, "now it's time for more than talk." She sat up, letting the gown slip off her arms, and turned around so that her head was in the direction of the door. "Come here, lover." In a second, he had stripped off his boxers. His erection seemed to gleam all along its length, a weapon of lust, waiting to spear into her boiling tunnel. She was ready, but she was calculating, too.
Akash climbed onto the bed, wondering again at the power he seemed to have over women, suddenly. It was simply confidence, he knew. Confidence that he could control his lust more than they could. As he lowered himself on to his mother's body, his cock quickly slipping into her pussy, he foresaw only hot sex for himself in the future.
That cock, that hard cock. So long, so thick. So wrong and yet so right. Her pussy gripped him as he entered, so slowly, so gently. It was as if his cock had been designed to touch all of the most sensitive spots inside her. Every move he made was heaven. And when he was all the way in her, he fit perfectly, the end of his cock reaching precisely to the end of her canal, just below her cervix, that tiny hole that once he had come through in the other direction.
Then she let go of his hand, patting it in place. It rested on her, the fingers just on top of her thong.
'Not that,' he thought, 'Not stop...' He slipped around the edges again, teasing her, pushing the back of his fingers against her inflamed pussy through the panties. She was moaning, now, frankly expressing her sexual desire. It was all innocent, wasn't it? He wasn't doing anything wrong. His cock was so hard, so damned hard. But he was just helping her out in a hard situation. She needed it so bad.
Oh, she was being so bad, she knew. She shouldn't even be letting him do this much. But he was being so sweet about it, so mindful of what she wanted. And she wanted it so much. Akash Sharma was so mean to leave her high like this, without satisfaction. But he was so fucking sexy, so outrageously kinky. Just the kind of guy she liked. In her little fantasy, he was pulling his cock from between her lips, jacking off over her. And his hot come would splash across her face, Rajeshing her in front of all of these people, in front of her father, as his, as his slut, his whore, oh fucking GOD!
Rajesh Singhal watched his daughter peak over into an intense orgasm right in front of him, her hips lifting off of the couch, pushing her pussy against his fingers, and now, he was frankly pushing on her through her panties as she spasmed hard. She shuddered, spasmed again, then collapsed back onto the couch. Her hair, sweaty, clung to her face. She drew a deep breath, then opened her eyes.
"Hmmm," she said, looking at her father, then at herself. "Uh, that was... interesting."
"Uh, Divya," he stammered, now feeling intensely ashamed. But his hard cock, still hidden by the cushion, argued against that shame.
"Shh. I'm going to bed." And she stood up, straightening her dress around herself, then looked down at her stricken father. "Silly Daddy," she cooed lovingly, caressing his hair. "Don't be so scared." She leaned down and kissed him on the head. "'Night."
Later that night, he stroked himself, caressing his rock-hard cock, all to thoughts of his sexy sexy daughter. When he came, he murmured her name out loud, the cum shooting out all over his naked chest.
"Akash, could you come in here?" His dad's voice called him from the living room.
Akash Sharma was still flying high on the emotions from his date. Never, never in his life would he have predicted the crazy events of the last few days. And honestly, who could have? Perhaps the high point had been losing his virginity to his mother the night before, but coming a close second had to be the sight of Divya Singhal, high and mighty volleyball player, eating his cum on her dessert. He walked into the living room, the conquering warrior. He even felt pity for his poor father, cuckolded by his own son.
Pankaj was sitting, thinking about what his wife had planned. The poor boy. But she said he needed a lesson, this time to bring him back to himself. You could see it in his face, as he strutted into the room. He thought he was God's gift. Well, that could be changed.
"How did your date go?" He tried to keep the anxiety out of his voice, but after all, Rajesh Singhal was a pretty influential guy around here.
"Don't worry, Dad," Akash smirked. "She's into me. I don't think her Dad will be getting a bad report."
"All right, son," Pankaj said, visibly relieved. "Your Mom wants to talk to you. I think she's waiting in your room."
"Okay, thanks." Akash laughed to himself. He was definitely the top dog in this household now. His cock was already tenting the front of his pants in anticipation, and he didn't even care if his father saw it.
Upstairs, Nandini lay on her son's bed. What Akash had done that morning had been too much, as much as she had enjoyed it. She couldn't have him trying to control her through sex. She had to regain the upper hand, both out of respect for her husband as well as to make Akash a better person.
She adjusted the tiny silk dressing gown around her shoulders to show off her cleavage to best advantage. She lay on her side with the top leg bent, her ass just barely covered by the hem of the gown. Underneath, of course, she was naked. What a rush, still, to be so lewd in her son's room! The door opened.
"Mmmm. Mom, you look good enough to eat!" Her handsome son's voice ran through her like a lightning bolt.
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
"You want to find out?" He unbuttoned his shirt, standing there in the door. God, he was so sexy.
"All in good time, Akash," she flirted. "First, tell me about your date."
"Okay," he smiled, unbuckling his belt. He walked towards her and sat on the bed to take off his pants.
"Uh, Akash, the door?"
"Why close it?" He stood up, now only in his boxers. His erection stuck out obscenely, straining against the thin material of his underwear. There was a damp spot on the front. He went around to stand next to her, his hard cock so close to her, so near, so powerful. He lazily caressed her bare shoulder, pushing at the edge of the gown. "We're just talking, right?"
She felt delirious. It was so easy to plan things, but so hard to carry them out. She turned onto her back, still keeping her legs together. Her gown slipped down her front, nearly baring her left breast. She made no move to cover up. She touched his leg, the heat of him scalding against her finger. He stood still, so sure of himself.
He began to tell her about the events of the night. He left nothing out, the details so suggestive, the descriptions so sexy. She was so hot, she couldn't think straight. She found herself running her hands up the backs of his legs to feel his ass under the boxers. She found herself opening her thighs, allowing the gown to gape wider at top and bottom. She found herself displaying her body to him, trying to get him to capitulate, to get him to just get on her and start fucking.
He could see the lust in her eyes as he told her about Divya's manipulation of Ramona. She was losing control, and all because he was talking to her, because he was controlling his desire. He let his cock throb, still nominally hidden in his boxers. He watched as his beautiful sexy Mom writhed on the bed, the gown falling open. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth open. Her nipples were rock hard. And when the night gown finally lay around her sides, her legs apart, he could see her arousal in the opening of her pussy.
"And Divya looked right at me, Mom, as she took the first forkful up to her mouth. She didn't even hesitate as she opened her sweet little lips to eat that cum-covered flan."
"Mmmmm... oooohh, Akash, that's tooooo much," Nandini moaned.
"I could see my cum on her lip," he went on unrelentingly, "there, in Marcel's. And I watched her red tongue snake out to lick the little drop, savoring the taste. Her eyes closed a little, and a slight shudder went through her hot body."
"Yes... yes," Nandini reached down with her hand and touched her hard clit, touching herself, her naked self in front of her boy. But it was too much, she couldn't resist. How could he not be touching himself also?
"And even better, Mom, was the fact that my cum was mixed up with Ramona's saliva. What a sexy little bitch she is, to eat my cum and the waitress' spit. I was hard again so fast, even though I had just cum in Ramona's mouth only moments before."
"Ohhhh... FUUUCKK!!" Nandini's orgasm ripped through her, as she pictured the scene in her mind. She had created this monster. Now she had to rein him in. She had to show him some consequences. As she came slowly down from her orgasm, her mind cleared a little. She looked up at him, smiled, and licked her own lips.
"Okay, you," she whispered, "now it's time for more than talk." She sat up, letting the gown slip off her arms, and turned around so that her head was in the direction of the door. "Come here, lover." In a second, he had stripped off his boxers. His erection seemed to gleam all along its length, a weapon of lust, waiting to spear into her boiling tunnel. She was ready, but she was calculating, too.
Akash climbed onto the bed, wondering again at the power he seemed to have over women, suddenly. It was simply confidence, he knew. Confidence that he could control his lust more than they could. As he lowered himself on to his mother's body, his cock quickly slipping into her pussy, he foresaw only hot sex for himself in the future.
That cock, that hard cock. So long, so thick. So wrong and yet so right. Her pussy gripped him as he entered, so slowly, so gently. It was as if his cock had been designed to touch all of the most sensitive spots inside her. Every move he made was heaven. And when he was all the way in her, he fit perfectly, the end of his cock reaching precisely to the end of her canal, just below her cervix, that tiny hole that once he had come through in the other direction.
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One man's wife is another man's slut
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Thanks & Regards,
Givemeextra
One man's wife is another man's slut
I don't have a Religion, I am free. Do not impose your Morality on me
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