Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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"Hi, I'm Nandini Sharma."

Rajesh Singhal had opened the door to see a beautiful woman on his doorstep. Her gleaming hair was pulled back into a loose pony-tail. Her full lips were in a relaxed smile. She wore a thin silky blouse and a flowery saree, her pert breasts nearly exposed by the gaping neckline and the saree tucked in well below her navel.

"Uh, hi. I'm Rajesh Singhal. I know your husband, Pankaj. Where's Akash?"

"Here I am." Akash came from around the trunk of the Porsche, holding a sports bag and a bottle of wine which he handed to their host.

"Oh, thanks. There was really no need..."

"Nonsense," Nandini replied. "Simple courtesy to thank you for the invitation. I have to apologize for my husband. He had to work today, but he sends his regards."

"Hi, Akash!" Divya came bounding down the stairs. Akash smiled as she came up to stand next to her father. She was so pretty, so sexy, wearing the saree in a perfetly sexy way.

"Hey, Divya," he replied. "I'd like you to meet my Mom, Nandini."

Divya looked at the young mother. She seemed so sure of herself, standing on the doorstep. How was that possible? Hadn't she in fact confessed a horrible secret to her just that morning? But she couldn't help but return the warm smile the woman gave her. Her heart opened up in that second. Akash's mother was just the way she had always imagined a mother should be.

Nandini approved of the girl in every regard. She was gorgeous, of course. But she seemed genuine, in a way so few young women were, in her experience. And it was clear that Divya was assessing her as well. In reality, her heart was pounding, but she was suppressing her anxiety. She had a plan.

"Excuse me, where are my manners," Rajesh said. "Please, come in."


"I love your room, Divya." Nandini looked around the bedroom. Tastefully decorated, she decided. Not the typical teenager room at all. The colors were muted, mostly off-whites and tans, with throw pillows offering splashes of primary colors. Not a shred of pink, and no stupid posters of girlhood idols.

Divya watched the mother of her boyfriend walk around. The woman looked younger than her age (late thirties? Early forties?), and held herself with a dancer's grace. Her slim body showed pleasing feminine curves through exposed navel and back..

"Did you decorate it yourself?"

"Uh, well, not entirely," Divya admitted. "We had an interior decorator, but I made most of the choices." How were they having this conversation, and not the one that she expected? Nandini had stood up after about twenty minutes of small talk with her father and Akash and announced that the two girls were going to have some time together. Akash had caught her eye and winked at her behind her father's back, mouthing "good luck!"

Nandini had asked her to show her her room, and here they were, not talking about the thing that she most wanted to discuss. But how could she go about broaching that subject? It was so completely out of the range of normal conversation that there seemed no way they could mention Nandini's indiscretion that morning.

For her part, Nandini was incredibly nervous. Fortunately, she could sense the girl's anxiety, and that gave her confidence. But, incredibly, she was also turned on. What was wrong with her? Her pussy felt slick inside her panties. She couldn't believe that the idea that someone outside of her family knew of her affair with her son was so exciting to her. But she couldn't deny the thrills she was feeling. It was even better pretending with her boy's girlfriend that there was nothing out of the ordinary going on.

Still, she had to swing the next part of her plan into action. She could hardly rely on the girl's fantasies of incest to keep her from revealing the Sharma family secret. She took a deep breath (her nipples rubbing against the silky fabric of her lacy bra) and turned to face the girl.



"Divya, we need to talk," she said firmly. Astonishing how easy it was to let her years of motherliness color the tone of her voice.



"Um, okay," Divya muttered. Her face flushed, embarrassingly. Her pulse was pounding.



"I enjoyed our conversation this morning immensely," the woman continued, walking slowly over towards the teenager.



"I, uh, I didn't know you were there." She twisted her hands together. The thought of that morning's telephone call was causing her knees to tremble.



"Didn't you?" The question was quietly asked. Nandini had reached the nervous girl, and put a finger on her bare shoulder. Divya jerked, nearly imperceptibly, but stayed where she was. "Does it matter?"



"I—I guess not."



"I didn't think so, sweetie," Nandini smiled. She ran her finger up Divya's neck, caressing her ear, then moving along the fine, high cheekbone. "You're a very beautiful girl, Divya. Did you know that?"



Divya nodded, feeling herself completely lost under the spell of the pretty mother. Was it just because she was a mother? Divya had so desperately wanted one for so long, she admitted to herself. She had pretended to be strong, to be independent. But how painful that gaping hole in her life had been.



Nandini saw the trusting look in the deep blue eyes, the tear that suddenly gathered and trembled on the lower eyelid before tumbling down the perfectly made-up cheek. Her heart tore, and she fell in love, yet again. How could she resist the surrender she was witnessing before her eyes? But she had to stick to her plan.



"I want you to know that I would like you to be a part of our lives," she continued. Her hand cupped the girl's face, and Divya leaned into it. Nandini smiled, and let her thumb run over her full lips. With a look of wonder, Divya allowed the thumb to enter her mouth. Her tongue tentatively wrapped around the digit, and she sucked it gently.



Nandini's heart soared. What a wonderful feeling, to have a person accept you so totally, so unconditionally. At the same time, she had to be careful not to hurt her. Divya had laid herself wide open.



"That's my girl," she whispered encouragingly. "That's my sweet girl." She watched the beautiful girl for a few more seconds before gently disengaging her thumb from the warm mouth.



"How..." Divya looked away in confusion.



"Go on, Divya," Nandini said warmly. "It's all right." Divya looked up at her, so hopeful.



"How did you, I mean, you and Akash... How did you two, you know..."



"Get together, you mean." Nandini looked around the room. "Come here. I'll show you."



She led Divya over to the computer which was in sleep mode. She had Divya sit down and leaned over to activate the monitor and open up an internet browser. Divya wondered what Nandini was about to show her. She looked up at the woman's face next to her. So pretty, the intense green eyes, the little retrousse nose, the pouty lips. So much more delicate than her face. She couldn't help but plant a sweet soft kiss on the cheek, and was rewarded with a happy smile.


Nandini opened up the website that she had caught Akash looking at, and quickly found the picture of Kareena Kapoor in the green micromini bikini, on all fours.