Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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Akash could tell shenanigans were going on just feet away from him, but he manfully kept his eyes forward. He couldn't help but push things just a bit, however. He reached back without looking to get a handful of popcorn.

Nandini watched Akash reach back, but kept on stroking her husband's cock. Pankaj put his hand over hers urgently, but she shook it off. The questing hand found the bowl blindly and returned to its owner with its prize.

"Pretty exciting so far, huh, Dad?"

Pankaj nearly choked, but turned it into a cough when he realized his son was talking about the movie.

"Oh, uh, yeah, Akash, sure."

"I think it's going to only get more thrilling as things move along," Nandini murmured, her hand still moving up and down Pankaj' shaft. He moved his hand up her back, and suddenly found himself touching her bare skin. He looked down.

She was leaning against him, clad only in a fishnet chemise, black, with wide weave. Her breasts were completely visible, her hard nipples sticking out between the thin strips of fishnet cloth. Below, she had on a tiny sheer g-string without enough material to even cover the top of her pussy, let alone her pubic hair strip. Without his hand to hold it there, her maternal robe fell off of her body entirely. Instead of his modest wife, he had a sultry seductress stroking him off in his own living room.

"Fuck me," he gasped.

"What is it, Dad?" Akash still didn't turn around.

"Oh, geez, sorry. Just remembered something I have to do tomorrow," he stammered, not wanting his son to turn around and see what was going on just behind him.

"Hold the bowl for a sec, Akash?" Nandini passed the bowl down to her son, who took it silently. She shifted around on the couch so that she was lying on her stomach, her fine ass in the air, the tiny string running between the cheeks doing nothing to hide anything. She let her hip touch against Akash' head, and he leaned back into her. She undid the button of Pankaj' pajamas, and winked at him, pulling the flaps away from his cock.

He watched blindly as her head dipped into his lap. He felt her warm lips make contact with his straining erection, then his head was enveloped by her wonderful mouth, her tongue slurping against his hardness. He leaned back and closed his eyes. His hand fell onto his wife's back, then moved down, of its own accord, to caress her full ass.

She knew she had him, now. The sex was too powerful to resist. She loved the feel of him inside of her mouth, the soft skin, the pulsing veins, the hardness beneath the surface. She wanted to be a slut for him, fulfill all of his fantasies. She pulled back from his cock, a little string of saliva connecting her mouth to his glans, looking up at him with her intense green eyes, smiling wickedly.

"You like it so far?" Pankaj nodded.

"It's OK," Akash said, deliberately mistaking her question. "I don't really like this actor. He's trying too hard, don't you think?"

"Too hard? I don't think that's possible," Nandini giggled. Pankaj tentatively smiled back. Man, he must be the luckiest guy alive, he thought, as her head moved back down. This time, she took several inches of him inside, smacking her lips around him, letting her tongue wetly glide around his circumference.

"Wow, Mom, you must be pretty hungry, the way you're chowing down back there." She pulled back, her eyes sparkling now.

"Yeah, I guess I wasn't satisfied before, but now I've got enough to keep me occupied!"

Pankaj looked over his wife's hot little body, her slim waist, her curvy hips and sensuous ass. Why should he deny her anything, he wondered. Why not let her have what she wants? He let his fingers slip between her ass cheeks, pushing the g-string aside. Her valley was so soft, so hot. He loved the feel of each buttock pushing against his fingers from each side. He gently grasped the g-string and pulled, sawing it against her pussy.

"Mmmm..." she softly moaned around his shaft. Her saliva had lubricated his whole cock by this time, and she slipped her hand around the base, jacking him gently into her mouth.

He could smell her arousal. Couldn't Akash smell it, too? Who cared? Nothing would stop him now. In fact, he pulled her hip over so that she had to turn on her side. His cock slipped out of his mouth and slapped wetly against Nandini's cheek. Now her pussy was right behind Akash' head. With his hand on her ass, he urged her forward until her upper thighs came into contact with her son again.

He was lost in lust. After all, what could be hotter than this? This silent play, the contact between mother and son. He pulled her fishnet chemise up to her waist so that only that briefest of g-strings separated her steaming wet gash from her son's head. He took his cock and rubbed it over her face, coating it with her own saliva and his pre-cum. Her eyes looked up at him adoringly.

"Nandini, could you get me a beer?" She looked at him, and calmly nodded. She slipped her leg right next to Akash, then stood up next to him, the fishnet chemise still around her waist. Pankaj watched her, standing there, his cock throbbing in his lap.



"Do you want anything, Akash?" Pankaj held his breath. Would the boy look and see his nearly naked mother standing next to him?



"Sure, I'll take a glass of water, Mom."



"Would you rather have a beer?" She was pushing the limits of the game, she knew. But Akash was a good boy.



"Wow, Mom, sure! Thanks for offering." She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the top of his head, and then turned to go to the kitchen. Just behind the sofa, she slipped her fingers into her panties and immersed them in the juices of her hot cunt. She reached over and trailed her wet fingers over Pankaj' cheek.



In the kitchen, her knees trembling, she allowed herself to touch herself for a few moments, then got the beers and returned to the living room, wobbling a little on unsteady legs. Pankaj had stretched out on the couch, his hard-on sticking straight into the air. Nandini smoothly sat down behind Akash again, her legs one on either side of him. For a second, she scooted her hips forward to make contact with the whole of her sex against the back of his neck.



"Mom! Did you drop some water on me or something?"



"What do you mean, Akash?"



"Well, the back of my neck is suddenly wet," he said, reaching to feel the stickiness on his skin.



"Sorry, hon, I guess it was an accident." She got up on her husband and straddled his middle, her pussy slick against his cock. She started to rub back and forth on him, the sound of their organs rubbing together masked a little by the sounds of the movie. He reached up and felt her pert breasts through the fishnet, pulling roughly on her hard nipples. She groaned a little.



"Good beer, huh, Mom?"



"Too good for words," she purred, pushing up on her knees and taking her husband's erection in her hand, she pushed her panties to one side, exposing her extended labia. She sat back down, letting Pankaj' cock push between her lips, slowly settling down to feel his length travel deep inside her until she made contact with her ass on his thighs. Her left calf, alongside Pankaj' leg, pushed into Akash head.



"Am I in your way, Mom?"



"No, just stay right where you are," she replied, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she perched on Pankaj' cock. She sighed happily, filled completely with her husband's hardness. Little thrills shot through her with every movement.


Pankaj looked up at his wife. Beyond fucking belief, that's what she was. And so hot, too. He recalled the way she had looked the night before, the sight of her sucking Akash off. That had been hot, also. Hotter than he could ever have imagined. And what he needed.