Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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"There," she said. "I caught him looking at this."

"Really?" Divya laughed out loud. "He must have been mortified."

"He was," Nandini grinned. "And I reacted poorly, too. So later that night, I went back to his room to apologize."

"Wearing only a see-through negligee, right?" Divya's voice was mocking. "Isn't that a bit clichéd?"

"Watch your tone of voice, girl," Nandini responded, curtly.

"Sorry, Mrs. Sharma," Divya said, crestfallen.

"It's all right, Divya, and call me Nandini. Truthfully, there was no intent. At least not at that point. Still. I was wearing my usual saree. It was far more than what I usually wear around the house." She paused. "Used to wear around the house, I mean."

Divya giggled nervously. Nandini kissed the top of her head.

"So, anyway, Akash was only wearing boxer shorts. He seemed so confused, so vulnerable, and I was trying to understand him, to understand why he would look at something so... so vulgar, I suppose." Divya nodded, her eyes glued to the screen where the picture of the girl displaying her barely covered pussy and asshole was nearly as large as life.

"I asked him to show me the picture again," gesturing to the screen. "He sat in the chair like you are now. Here," she smiled. "We'll recreate the scene." With deft fingers she pulled the tie of Divya's dress from the back of her neck. It slithered down the girl's body quickly, leaving her sitting in her sheer bra. The girl gasped at her sudden exposure.

"Mrs. Sharma!"

"Nandini, honey. Remember? Just slip out of that dress for me." Numbly, Divya lifted her hips and let the dress pool on the ground at her feet. She was shocked at the sudden turn of events. But excited as well, eager in some part of her for her new friend (mother?) to see just how grown-up she was. Her nipples were suddenly hard.

"That's a pretty bra, dear," Nandini said carelessly, as if it was an everyday matter for a woman to be half-naked with her son's girlfriend, looking at porn. "In any case, back to my story. I was leaning on the back of his chair, like this, with my arm around his body."

She carefully put her arm across the girl's chest, sliding her hand across the upper slopes of her breasts. Divya sighed happily. She felt warm, so warm and content, feeling Nandini's loving touch.

"I asked Akash to describe what he liked about the picture. And he did, with some prompting." She let her hand caress the top of Divya's right breast. Her heart was pounding. This was the first time in her life she had ever felt another woman's body. To be honest, in the past, the idea would have disgusted her. But something had changed in her. Something had opened a floodgate of possibilities.

Divya was like play-dough under the older woman's fingers. She felt her pussy get wet, her lips opening up. She knew that the tiny pair of panties she was wearing would be no match for her excitement. But she didn't care. She opened and shut her thighs, wanting to increase the stimulation in her center, not daring to reach down and touch herself as she was longing to do.

"I found myself pressing into the back of his head, like this. Do you know, I think he felt it, even though I wasn't really aware of doing it." She let her own breast push against the thick hair of the seated girl. "Maybe he could feel my nipple against him. It even went onto the side of his face like this. Can you feel my nipple, honey?"

Divya felt the breast push against her cheek, the warmth apparent through the thin silky blouse. She nuzzled against it, that motherly object, that symbol of nurturing. But she didn't need nurturing right now. She needed something to give her that release that she was craving so deeply. She shook her head to indicate that she couldn't feel it.

"Oh, dear," Nandini sighed. "I suppose, in the interests of true simulation, we should rectify that." She stood up straight, removing her hand from the gentle caresses of Divya's breast. "Would you be a darling, Divya, and undress me?"

Divya looked up to see the beautiful woman turn away from her. She stood up, carefully. She felt short of breath, dizzy. She, unlike Nandini, had experimented with other girls before. Who but the worst prude hadn't? Especially on the volleyball team. But never before had she felt anything this intense.

She slowly slid the pallu off her shoulder, held the pallu by its end and started pulling it gently. Nandini started turning in circles allowing the saree to come off her flesh completely. She then led her fingers unbutton Nandini’s silky blouse and in the process felt her fingers on her firm breasts. She then removed the blouse and petticoat off Nandini’s beautiful body. Divya watched as Nandini was exposed. The woman was wearing the most outrageous g-string and a thin lacy bra! Her ass, tight and high, had only the tiniest of strings between the cheeks drawing one's attention to the magnificence of her body. Nandini slimed at her and undid her bra.



Without thinking, Divya reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. She needed to be as nude as Nandini. She needed to show her, to demonstrate to her.



Nandini turned to find Divya blushing, now only wearing her own tiny pair of panties. The two women regarded each other. The tension between them was thick.



"Didn't you say, uh, that Akash had only his boxers on?"



"Mm-hm. Only his boxers, Divya." The girl's breasts were really astonishing. Larger than her own, they still stood firm and proud high on her chest. Maybe years down the line they would require a bra to maintain their shape. But at the present time, youth proved its worth.

"Sit down again, honey," she directed, and stood once again behind the seated teenager. "So, where were we? Oh, yes. I thought he could feel my nipple against his cheek. Can you feel it now?"



Divya nodded, her mind in sexual overdrive. This was too erotic. The warm breast against her, the hot nipple pushing against the corner of her mouth. And the hand gently cupping her own breast, toying with her own nipple. She couldn't stop herself now, even had she wanted to. Her fingers found their way into her panties, touching herself, setting off tremors of lust throughout her body.



"Oh, how did you know? He started to touch himself, too. My own son, jerking off in front of me, the both of us pretending that he wasn't doing it." Nandini smiled in memory. She felt Divya moving her head to take her nipple into her mouth, those full lips surrounding her hard nubbin and that hot wet tongue swirling around it.



"I couldn't see it, mind you," she went on, her eyes clouding in the excitement of the moment. "It was dark, and his hard cock was under the desk. Still, I could see his hand, feel the movement, just as I can with you now."



"Mmm, Nandini," Divya moaned around the tit in her mouth. "Oh, God, that is too hot."



"I know, right? Still, I wasn't ready to do anything more with him at that time. It was too soon. But I came back the next night."



"And this time, what were you wearing?"



"Oh, you little minx. Is it that easy to see through me?"



"Not at all, mmmmm... Sorry, just came a little there. No, 's just what I would have done."



"I guess we're kind of alike, then, hmmm?"



"I think so."



"You were right. This time I wore a black lacy teddy. I was so bad. But my husband encouraged me, although I didn't know why at the time. And that night, he took my nipple in his mouth, through the teddy, just like you're doing now. Mmmm, it feels so lovely, sweetie."


Divya nodded, her eyes looking up into the eyes of her new lover. She moved her finger deeper inside of her, seeking more stimulation.