Nandini seducing her son - Every night

[Givemeextra]

"Akash, whatever happens tonight, I want you to pretend like you don't notice it." Nandini was cleaning up the dishes after dinner. She had her back turned to her son, who was wiping down the counters.

"What do you mean, Mom?" Akash was genuinely curious. He had begun to realize that his mother had quite a kinky imagination, and he was game for anything she would suggest.

"You'll see," she replied. "Or rather, you'll pretend not to see, right?" She turned and gave her handsome son a million-watt smile. He shrugged, smiling.

Pankaj Sharma had expressed concerns over what was going on in his house. He knew how much he loved the sex. God, there was no doubt about that. His wife had never been so sexually voracious since she started playing around with Akash. And God knows, Pankaj had encouraged it. But, still...


She had been happily recreating the phone call between Akash and his new girlfriend Divya, giving him a "blow-by-blow," as she had put it, winking. Suddenly, he had to interrupt her. There was something too revolting about the whole mess. He was disgusted with himself.

"I thought all of this was going to stop, Nandini," he had burst out.

"What do you mean," she had replied, a cautious look replacing her happiness. He had heaved a deep sigh, feeling an awful emptiness in his stomach, that feeling of dread when everything appears to be slipping away from you. He hadn't signed up for this.


"All of this crazy stuff!" He started pacing, not meeting his lovely wife's worried gaze. "I thought we were helping Akash out here, not creating a forum for us to live out some twisted fantasy."

"Twisted," she said quietly. "Is that what you think of me?"

"No!" He paused, confused. "Maybe." She stared at him. "I mean, really, Nandini, can you call this normal?"

"I thought that we believed that parenting called for extraordinary sacrifices. That we would do anything to ensure our child's happiness."

"Yes, but—"

"Don't you dare interrupt me," she said, her eyes flashing now, warming to her theme. "Yes, you are right that what we are doing isn't 'normal.' But no, you are wrong if you think that our helping Akash out is really just a mask for fulfilling our own desires."

"I'm not so sure, Nandini." He looked down at his feet, his face red. "Maybe you are as pure as you say. Only you can tell. But I fear my own tendencies..." He trailed off. Nandini felt her anger drain away at the sight of his troubled face.

"Don't doubt yourself, honey," she said, more softly, coming next to him. "Don't doubt us. Trust in our abilities as parents. We've done a good job so far, haven't we?"

He looked at her, tears in his eyes. How could he explain how confused he was? How could he tell her how excited it made him to have her sleep with their son?

"Trust me, Pankaj. Trust ME." She pulled him against her, holding his head against her chest, stroking his hair. Oh, how he wanted to give in.

Saturday was movie night for the Sharma family, a tradition that had gone back many years, ever since the demands of college and career had caused many a family night to be postponed. Over time, it had become habit for Nandini and Pankaj to sit together on the couch, while Akash sat on the floor at their feet. It was easiest for everyone to have access to the big bowl of popcorn Nandini always made.



Nandini took a deep breath before entering the living room. She had to do this just right, or Pankaj would make trouble. She looked herself over, the long bathrobe she was used to wearing, the soft slippers. She looked the picture of high society motherhood. Of course, underneath, well, that was the point, wasn't it? What was underneath. She was only beginning to understand in the last couple of days just what was underneath.



She picked up the big bowl and entered the living room. Pankaj looked at her and heaved a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, back to normal. Back to what he was used to. But he felt a little pang of sadness for what he was giving up at the same time. Akash, for his part, just smiled at his mother.



She settled next to her husband, giving him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. Akash sat at her feet as he usually did, reaching up over his shoulder for the occasional handful of popcorn. Pankaj cued up the movie with the remote control and got comfortable next to his wife. His normal wife, his normal son. His normal family. This is what he wanted, he was almost sure of it.



Nandini was paying no attention to the movie. She was too engrossed in her own little drama. Her pussy already felt warm and wet, her nipples hard. In fact, she felt hot all over, and she loosened the tie on her bathrobe, pulling the upper part open to let air in around her shoulders.



Pankaj watched the movie, oblivious to the little squirming movements Nandini was making next to him. But Akash felt hyperaware, knowing that his mother was up to something behind him. Every move she made was registered in his brain. But he kept his attention forward, as he had promised his mother.



Nandini let the slippers fall from her feet. Her toenails were painted a bright red, and she let them dangle right next to Akash. Her bathrobe fell open around her legs, their long smooth shapes in his peripheral vision. She felt wanton, unhinged. She wanted her family to see her in all her sexuality. She wished there were people watching her perform, an audience to see her depravity.



The robe fell off of one shoulder, showing a thin black strap going down towards her breasts. She wondered how far she would get before Pankaj would notice. She hoped a little further, yet. She had to set the scene perfectly in order to entrap him. She sat still for a few moments, then carefully let the belt of the bathrobe loose. The robe now dbangd over her, only covering her middle from just above her breasts to just below her crotch.



With great care, she extracted her right arm from the sleeve of the robe, then the left. She leaned into her husband, laying an arm around his shoulders, her head on his chest. He absentmindedly kissed the top of her head. Nandini looked down at his lap. He was wearing his usual pajama bottoms, which had a button flap in the front. She pictured what lay underneath, the dormant snake that had been her sole sexual joy for so many years.



She put her free hand on his stomach and gently caressed him, lovingly and lightly circling over his abdomen. Still so hard and manly, no incipient belly, no giving way to gut. She was feeling so hot, so needy. She wanted to hold his erection in her hand, to feel his desire.



Akash could hear the rustling behind him, his imagination trying to fill in the details. What was going back there? And why was it so important that he pretend not to know what was going on?



In Pankaj' mind, his wife was just being affectionate. Not having taken in her gradual dishabille, he thought she was still modestly covered up. His hand patted her on the back, over the part still clothed in the robe.



But Nandini was not satisfied. She squirmed a little bit, and the robe fell open in the front, now just dbangd over her right hip and across her back, held in place by her husband's hand. Her fingers slipped underneath his shirt, now on his skin. With skill, she insinuated her fingertips under the waist of his pajama bottoms, feeling the thicker hairs leading down to his groin.



Pankaj felt her hand reach under his pajamas, and suddenly his mind was in turmoil again. What was okay? What was normal, now? He chanced a peek at Akash, who seemed completely caught up in the movie. Even if he looked back, he would only see his parents being affectionate, right? Nothing wrong with that. He stared fixedly at the screen, pretending indifference to Nandini's advanced.



Nandini nearly giggled aloud. How fucking cool was this? To be seducing her husband just behind her son's turned back. Her fingers reached further down, tangling in the dense forest of Pankaj' pubic hair, seeking lower and lower. She couldn't see Pankaj' face, but she knew he hadn't dared to look at her yet, for fear of breaking the spell.



Her fingertips grazed over the base of his cock. She could tell he was beginning to get an erection, because it felt thick and hot to her touch. Her hand was all the way inside his pants now, and she grasped him around the girth of his shaft.



"Nandi—" he whispered.


"Shhh," she hissed, flipping his cock upwards to lie on his stomach. Her slim fingers tickled lightly along his rapidly growing length. In no time at all, she had him in a full erection, pulsing under her small hand. She squeezed gently, and started stroking him slowly and steadily.