Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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From those two tiny patches came two more strings that went down over her flat stomach to come together in her crotch. There, they met in a tiny piece of fabric over her pussy, the front so low cut that her dark pubic hair simply sat above the little pouch. You could see her pubic mound all the way down to where the hint of the start of her little slit peeked out. There was nothing on her waist or hips, simply bare golden skin from the lower curves of her breasts to her toes.

"Daddy?" Her seductive voice floated across the yard to where he stood, frozen, his mouth agape. He stared at his gorgeous daughter, her eyes looking at him from under her bangs, her lower lip caught between her white teeth. "Do you see anything you like?"

"Uh, Divya," he stammered, "do you think you ought to be wearing that outside?"

"Don't be silly, Daddy," she murmured, walking slowly towards him, her breasts swaying gently with each step. It was mesmerizing. "I don't think I have any reason to be ashamed to wear this among friends and family. Do I?"

Nandini went to stand next to her son, watching the sexy girl sauntering towards her father. From the rear, the suit looked like a single string running from the choker straight down her back to disappear between her round ass cheeks. The two straps that held the nipple patches in place tied underneath the vertical string. Otherwise, she was entirely naked. Any other body might not have looked so hot, but Divya's was designed for this kind of exposure.

"That's some girl you've got there, Akash," she whispered. She leaned against him, turning in so that her breast pushed up against his side.

"Don't I know it, Mom," he whispered in reply, putting his arm around her torso. "But I've got a hell of a woman here, too." He kissed her gently on the top of her head, then turned back to watch the show.

"Ashamed?" Rajesh was struggling to come up with an appropriate answer to his daughter's question. Shouldn't she be ashamed? She was prancing around practically naked, in front of her father, and her boyfriend's mother. Was this the way kids acted nowadays?

Yet, he couldn't step up and stop her from doing it. And why? Because he was hypnotized by the sight of her. He was completely under her spell. In any case, as long as it remained innocent, as long as it stayed within her rules, then he was just being a good father, right? Right?

"Uh, no. No, I guess not, Kitten," he finally managed to say. Divya finished her little prowl and stood next to her father. He was so cute when he became flustered.

"Mmm. I thought not," she murmured, and put her arms around his neck. Her lithe body pressed up against his, pushing her nearly naked breasts against his bare chest. With her lower belly against his groin, she felt the thrilling hardness barely concealed in his trunks. All because of her. How awesome was that?

"I love you, Daddy," she purred, and kissed him gently on the lips. His hands, unsure of themselves, fluttered behind her, before tentatively coming to rest on the bare skin of her lower back.

"I can see a lot, Princess," he whispered raggedly.

"I know," she replied, her eyes glinting mischievously up at him. His hand slipped lower on her back, to the top of the outward curve of her butt. She wiggled against him, her groin rubbing against his erection.
"Isn't that so sweet," came Nandini's voice from behind them. Rajesh startled. He had forgotten about their guests, and here he was practically feeling his daughter up in front of them. "It is so wonderful to see how close the two of you are."

"It's true, Divya," Akash said. Just like Rajesh, he had his hand on his mother's ass, but it was hidden from the view of the other two. It was incredibly exciting to fondle her in front of other people. He had discovered that at the restaurant. But how much more exciting here, where the observers knew what their relation was.

"I know, right?" Divya melted into her father's embrace, laying her head on his chest. "But, Daddy, shouldn't you be paying more attention to the grill?"

"Oops," Rajesh grinned, blushing, embarrassed. He turned away from the obvious interest of Akash and Nandini, and starting flipping burgers. Divya stayed pressed against his side, but he kept his hand at an appropriate level, neatly tucked around her waist.

"Now, Akash," Nandini whispered. "You have to behave here."

"Aw, Mom, how can I help myself when you look like that?" His hand slipped inside the sheer bikini bottoms to caress her skin of her ass.

"Don't mess things up, Mister," she hissed. "We've got to take things slow, you hear?"

"Just one quick kiss. Please? I'm dying here." How could she resist him? He was so damn sexy. And those eyes! Just like his father's. Too much.

"All right. But make it quick!"

Divya glanced over her shoulder and saw Akash incline his face down towards his mother's. Nandini had her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. She could see how hot she was, how overheated. Divya held her breath as the mother and son came close together. Their lips met, softly at first, and then more demandingly. Nandini's body went limp in her son's arms, supported by his strong grasp, one hand on her ass, the other supporting her upper body.

Divya's whole body felt hot and shivers ran through her, centering in the depths of her sex. She felt tingly, lightheaded, tipsy, all at once, as she observed the intense kiss that her boyfriend shared with his mother. She should have felt jealous. She should have felt outraged. But all she felt was excitement. Without thinking, she pulled her father's hand up to her breast, all the while gazing at the couple making out behind them.

"Honey?" Rajesh looked down at his daughter, who seemed to be breathing awfully quickly. His hand was now cupping her left breast, so much of which was uncovered. "Are you all right?" He looked over his shoulder to see what she was looking at, but all he saw was Akash and Nandini, standing next to each other. Had he been less confused, less thrown by the fact that Divya had placed his hand on her breast, he might have noticed the flush on their faces, the way that Nandini's hair was mussed.

"They can't see where your hand is," Divya whispered urgently. "Just... just hold me there, would you?" His hand felt so wonderful on her, so gentle in the way it surrounded her breast, so fatherly in the way he avoided her nipple (the rules, the rules, he couldn't see it). She was shivering actively now.

"Divya! Maybe you're cold? Shouldn't you put something on?"

"Shh," she urged him. "D—don't say anything, don't... don't do anything else... I'm about to—to... ooohhhh..." and she felt the orgasm crash over her, a little one, but intense. And she hadn't even touched herself. It was all from the visual stimuli and the feel of her father holding her, all here, in their backyard. Oh, God, it was addictive, what they were doing. How could she ever stop?

Rajesh looked down at his girl, shaking in his arms, her face creased in concentration, her lower lip caught in her teeth. He couldn't believe it. She had just cum, right here, while he was holding her. She blinked and looked up at him, her eyes loving, large, deep blue.

"My God, Divya," he said, wonderingly. "How in God's name did you get to be like this?"

"Oh, Daddy," she fluttered her lashes. "It's all because of you, you silly man." His heart melted within him, and he lightly squeezed her firm breast in his hand.