Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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With delicate timing, she moved up and off of the erection as she pushed Divya's mouth over it. The sudden movement caught the girl by surprise, and she found her mouth filled with the head of her father's cock, wet, thick, oozing pre-cum over her tongue.

Rajesh looked down at the change in sensation, finally opening his eyes. To his amazement, he saw his daughter's thick brown hair at his crotch, her lips wrapped around his cock.

"Oh, fuck, Divya!" He thrust forward reflexively, his cock driving deep into her mouth. He placed his hands on her head, holding her in place. He was too far gone to do otherwise. Nandini had timed her move perfectly. He was about to erupt, and he was going to do it down Divya's throat. His cock didn't care in what receptacle it was going to place its deposit. And so, neither did he.
Divya tried to adjust her thinking to accept the fact of her father's cock in her mouth. At the same time that Rajesh had thrust forward, Akash pushed against her from behind, pushing her deep onto her dad's cock. From so much practice in blowing guys during her checkered high college years, she automatically took his cock deep into her throat. It wouldn't go all the way in, but she swallowed around his monster, her throat muscles caressing his length in rhythmic patterns.

His first shot went straight down her throat. She didn't taste a drop of it. But she felt the jerking of his organ on her tongue. She pulled back, and started stroking him with her hand, urging the ejaculation out of him and into her mouth.

"Oh, Divya, oh, fuck, Divya, sweetie, princess," he babbled, her sweet eyes looking up at him with love, only love.

The second blast filled her mouth with the salty bitterness of her father's sperm. As she felt the sticky juice coat her tongue, she suddenly started coming herself. She swallowed quickly, gasping, her body shaking in the throes of orgasm. His jerking cock spurted forth several more ropes of sperm that coated her face and dripped down from her chin.

Astonishingly, Akash had held out, pushed deep into Divya's pulsating pussy. As she came down from her cliAkash, he pulled out. Nandini smiled at her thoughtful son, and eased herself down onto his still throbbing erection.

"Now, that's a sweet boy," she murmured.

"All for you, Mom," he whispered back. In a second, the two came in a crashing orgasm together, the son's sperm spewing deep into the mother's hot and receptive pussy, a balm to soothe the heat that had been building up inside of her ever since that morning.

As mother kissed son deeply, their tongues wrapped around the other's, father lifted daughter to her feet and embraced her warmly and lovingly.

Divya sat in her bed, studying her toes. She felt numb. She didn't want to think about anything, about any of the stuff that had happened today. But her mind kept betraying her, bringing her back again and again to that moment...

That moment, when she had found herself with her mouth crammed full of her father's immense cock, throbbing, hot, insistent.

She shook her head involuntarily. She had been drunk. They had all been drunk. That was it. There was no need for self-recrimination.

But, really, hadn't she wanted this to happen? Hadn't that lurid scene been the inevitable outcome of all of her manipulations over the weekend? How different was it, in truth, from the way she had been sitting on her Dad's erection in his bed, both of them achieving orgasm by rubbing off on each other?

Was it the sex, or was it the fact that she hadn't been in control?

Or was that what had made it so exciting?



"Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit." Rajesh Singhal sat in his home office, his head cradled in his hands. The moment he had embraced his daughter, her full breasts smashed on his chest, his wilting cock wet and still half-hard against her stomach; that moment had spelled the end of any possible relationship with Divya. He had no idea how he could ever face her again.



The tears scalded his face. He had been unaware of them. He was unaware of too many things. Oh, God. The guilt. What kind of father was he?



In fact, how could he have allowed this situation to become this absurd? He had been led by his lust, betrayed by the mere animal that housed his sexuality. He had prided himself for so many years on his ability to maintain the upper hand on that part of himself. But it had gotten out of his control.



Still. He was the father. He would do whatever it took to make things right. He stood up, irresolute. Looking at the door, he felt his courage quail. How could he ever face her again?



Divya waited all evening for her father to come find her. When he didn't, not even a little knock on the door, a quiet 'good night,' she forced herself to face up to her actions. She had started this, in reality. She had been the prime mover. And it was clear that her father was not going to be the one to step up.



She looked at herself in the mirror. It wouldn't do. Not at all. For the purposed of this conversation, a little preparation was in order.



Thirty minutes later, she stood outside of his bedroom door. She took a deep breath. It was up to her, now, to repair things. To make things work in her family again. It took courage, but she had plenty of that. She thought back to the last time she had done this. That had taken more guts. That had set the groundwork. Was that really only this morning? It seemed like such a long time ago.



She knocked gently on the door, and, not waiting for an answer, turned the door knob.



Rajesh heard the knock, and ignored it. He couldn't face her. He lacked the wherewithal. In fact, he was sure his life was completely ruined. But then he heard the door open, the soft fall of her feet on the carpeted floor. The sound of her breathing.



He was too still to be asleep. Anger welled up inside of her. How dare he? After all that had happened, how could he dare to pretend like she wasn't even there?



"Daddy," she whispered. He stayed in the same position. She considered him. What did he think she was going to do, simply walk away?



"You coward," she hissed. "Look at me."



"I can't." His voice sounded miserable. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I—I don't know if I can go on like this."



"Like what? Daddy, what are you talking about?"



He stared blindly at the wall ahead of him. Why couldn't she just understand? Why did he have to spell it out?



"You and me, Divya. What we've been doing. Oh, God," he sobbed. "And I don't think we can just pretend that nothing happened."



Divya rolled her eyes, and heaved a deep sigh. God, men were such idiots.



"I seem to remember that we made a pact this morning. Do you remember?"



"Huh?"



"Guess not. Geez, what a dope." He blinked. Did she just call him a dope? He turned halfway over. Her heart skipped a beat. She was getting through to him.



"Do you remember me coming in here this morning, at least?"



"Uh, yeah," he admitted, his mind slowly coming to grips with what she was driving at.


"And at that time, we agreed that, as long as we played by the rules, and everybody stayed strong, we could keep on doing what we were doing before. Right?"