Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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All day long, Nandini had been thinking about how she had revealed her family's secret to a relative stranger. Sure, she had been coming down from an amazing cum with her son, all the while listening to his girlfriend's disembodied voice describing her fantasy of sex with her father. So, perhaps, you could excuse her indiscretion. But now that the emotions had calmed down, all she felt was a horrible ball of churning dread in the depths of her stomach.

She had been barely able to look Akash in the eye afterwards. He had said nothing, voiced no disapproval. Yet she could tell that he, too, was unsure of the implications of her actions. Thankfully, Divya had been reasonable on the phone, promising to tell no one of what she had learned. Still, she was so young, and Nandini hardly knew her at all. Who knew if she was as trustworthy as she seemed?

"Hey, Mom, guess what?" Akash's voice called from the other room.

"What is it?" She walked into the living room, where Akash had just shut off his cell phone.

"That was Rajesh Singhal calling." Nandini's heart skipped a beat. Oh, God, how could she have forgotten? It was bad enough that she had told Divya of her incestuous relationship with her son; but Divya's father was also a major shareholder in her husband Pankaj' business.

"Anyway, he's invited our family over for drinks, a swim, and dinner at their place." Akash watched his mother carefully for her reaction. He could guess at what was going through her mind. Still, he had faith in her instincts. They had worked perfectly well up until this point.

Nandini thought for a second. And then, an idea occurred to her. A way that would ensure the safety of the Sharma family secret. And a way that would create more happiness in this world, if she judged correctly. All it would take would be her usual care and planning.

"Akash, I'm going to need you to go along with everything I do today."

"You have no idea how much I love it when you say that, Mom!"

Divya looked at herself in the mirror. The same old reflection as always gazed back at her. Was that the kind of girl who played sex games with her own father? Who had a boyfriend who slept with his mother? The girl in the mirror looked as clean-cut, straight-arrow as ever. She didn't look like she was hiding secrets.



She frowned at her image. She was not used to introspection. She had always identified what she wanted, and then done what she had to to get it. In this instance, however, her desires were so far removed from anything she had experienced in her young life.



Still, the thought of her father's hands on her hips as she rubbed herself against his oh so hard cock this morning brought a smile to her lips. And even better, the way she had been able to admit her fantasies to her boyfriend had made her feel liberated, open to possibilities. So that when the game that she had thought they were playing turned out not to be just pretend, but only too real, she had felt relieved, really.



"Divya?" A knock on her door, and her father's voice.



"Come in," she called. The door opened, and her handsome father walked in, to stand behind her. He tentatively put his hands on her shoulders and looked over her at their reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a camisole like top, with thin straps over her bra, and a pair of shorts. Her skin was warm and smooth under his hands.



"So, I called up your boyfriend, and invited his family over for this afternoon." She raised her eyebrows at him. "I hope that's okay with you."



"Um, sure," she smiled hesitantly. Part of her was nervous at the thought of meeting Akash's mother after that morning. She leaned back into her father's chest, watching him steadily in the mirror. His large hands looked so manly on her thin shoulders. He caressed down her arms, his fingers so close to her breasts as they passed by.



He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. How had she come from him? She was more than the sum of himself and his poor, dead wife, Devaki. He wasn't sure why she let him take these liberties with her, why she seemed intent on pushing their relationship beyond where it had been up to this point. At the same time, it was outside of his ability to put a stop to it, and he really wasn't sure that he wanted to.



He drew his hands back up her slender arms, feeling the delicate hairs brushing against him. He let his fingers move over her biceps, the youthful muscles firm against him. Only what you can see, she had said.



She felt him move towards the inner sides of her arms. Her heart was beating quickly; she knew that if she kept her arms still, his fingers would be pushed against her breasts. He had only touched them once, and th, or seen them. Would she let him? As long as he played by her rules, she thought, as long as he stayed strong.



Trembling, Rajesh watched his daughter in the mirror. She was looking straight at him, her blue eyes burning in intensity. She took a deep breath, then melted back against him. Her butt pushed back into his groin, and he realized that, once again, he had a steel-hard erection. His hands finally moved to the inside of her arms, and the backs of his fingers pushed against the outer sides of her firm breasts.



God, they felt so wonderful! He knew he couldn't turn his hands around to cup them, but he reveled in the contact he had made. He caressed up and down the insides of her upper arms, letting his fingers push against the curves under her cami. She smiled secretively, her little red tongue darting out to wet her lips.



"Mmmm," Divya murmured, "that's so nice, Daddy. Is it nice for you, too?"



"Uh huh," Rajesh muttered. She looked at him, mischievously.



"I bet, Daddy," she whispered. "Can you stay strong?"



He just nodded, his mind awhirl. With a quirk of her lips, Divya gently moved her arms forward, keeping them close to her sides. Rajesh's eyes widened as his daughter moved his fingers forward over her tits.



"Uh, Divya..."



"Shhh. Just remember the rules, Daddy," she teased.



His fingers were still wrapped around her arms, moving slightly up and down. Her butt was molded to his groin, his erection pushed deeply between the cheeks of her ass. Slowly, so slowly, Divya brought her arms in front of her breasts.



And Rajesh felt the hard nubs of her nipples pushing against his knuckles. By moving his hands up and down, he teased them, feeling them become harder through her bra and little cami. Divya shuddered, then turned her head to look up into her father's face.



"Mmmm," she said, "you are a good boy, aren't you?" She kissed him tenderly on his cheek. "Now, I need a few minutes to get ready for our guests. You'd better go and cool down, huh?" She pulled away from him, her arms moving away from her front. His hips moved involuntarily forward, trying to maintain contact. She laughed, prettily, and pushed him on his chest.


"Scoot, you," she trilled, and turned to her closet. As she stepped inside the walk-in, she pulled the cami over her head. She closed the door, and Rajesh was left with the pain of an unsatisfied cock.