Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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This time, however, another finger found her hard clit, and with the slightest pressure on it, she felt the explosion she had been denied for what seemed an eternity. And when it came, it came with the force of a hurricane, sweeping over her, buffeting her with its intensity. All she could see was a swirl of colors, her brain coping with the overload of stimulation by translating the feeling into the most vibratory of visions.

He felt her spasming around him, the walls of her pussy rhythmically clamping down on his tongue, a gentle pressure from all around. She was mewling in her frantic pleasure, her legs giving her almost no support at all, leaning instead back into him, pushing against his face. And then it was over, and she slowly stood up.

"Oh. My. God." She looked at him, her eyes shining, full of wonder. "What have you done to me?" He simply smiled up at her, his face glistening with her moisture.

"Kiss me, Divya," he said simply. She slowly dropped to her knees in front of him, studying his face.

"I love you, Daddy," she whispered, as she came closer. Her pretty face, flushed with her orgasm, her deep blue eyes, her hair, all mussed now. All of this together was a picture he could never forget. And she brought her lips to his, a soft kiss, a gentle kiss. Their mouths opened, and curious, their tongues explored each other. She could taste herself on his mouth, the tang of her own juices filling her own mouth.

"Mmmm," she giggled. "I taste good, don't I?"

"You sure do, sweetheart," he murmured. He pulled her back into him. Now the kiss was passionate, hungry. There was business still left unfinished. Her hands slipped down his torso, coming to rest on his hips, right at the waistband of his boxers.

"Stand up, Daddy," she said quietly. Her heart was pounding with trepidation as he stood before her. She had seen his cock that afternoon, but now it was on purpose. It was her move. With trembling hands, she grasped the boxers and slowly pulled them down. The immense shaft was caught on the waistband, so she reached inside and took a hold of it.

"So hot," she murmured. Her fingers were cool on him. He knew he had soaked the front of his underwear with his pre-cum. Everything felt slippery. He looked down. Was it really possible that his daughter was sitting in front of him, undressing him, holding his erection?

As she slipped his cock out from inside, the boxers fell the rest of the way to the ground. She stared in awe at the curving length of her father's erection. This was what she had been made from. This was what she was made for. His perfection mirrored hers. It was only right that she should join the two together. Her other hand came up to hold him as well. Together, her two hands still left two or more inches uncovered. Despite her fear, she knew instinctively that she could take him. And she was eager to try.

"Sit back down, Daddy," she said. He complied, wonder in his eyes as he watched his sultry daughter stand in front of him. She carelessly pulled her chemise up over her hips, and straddled him, one knee on either side. Her eyes locked on his, she reached between her legs to grasp his raging erection.

"I'm strong too," she whispered, lowering her hips enough so that the bulbous head of his cock rubbed against her slick labia. "Stronger than you can imagine, Daddy." Pushing back, the thick nose nudging between them. "So strong." And forward again, now circling the so sensitive bud of her clit.

He gasped, his smoky blue eyes staring intently at her. His hands wandered over her back, caressing her through her chemise, then filling themselves with the firm curves of her exposed ass. He let her be in control. This was her part of the journey.

With a little dip, she allowed him to enter her, less than an inch. She remained motionless, the reality of his entry into her, of the presence of him inside of her, even this little, creating a raging storm of desire in her. Her father. In her.

The heat of her, the hot wet heat of her on the helmet of his erection caused an involuntary jerk, a little spasm. He knew he had just ejected a small amount of his life-giving fluid, deposited it directly inside of his daughter. He should have been horrified. He should have been terribly ashamed. Instead, he was proud; proud to have created a girl like Divya, so perfect, so sexy, so desirable. So sure of what she wanted.

"Do you see how strong I am, Daddy?" Her voice was low, powerful. He nodded. "I could stop here. I could get off. I could leave you like this. Would you let me do that?"

"No, Divya." His confession surprised him. But he recognized it for truth as soon as it left his mouth. There was no room for lying. "If you tried to get up now, I would take you anyway."

She shuddered, a little orgasm rippling through her at his words. Oh, he was so strong. He was just right. She rewarded him by slipping lower on his shaft, accepting two more inches of his astonishing length inside of her. She was stretched by his girth, opened as she had never been before. And it felt so right.

"You're a bad, bad man. Do you know that? To threaten a poor defenseless girl in that way." She smiled wickedly. "And your own daughter, too."

"But it's the way that daughter wants it, isn't it? Just like her father." He slid his hands up her back, resting them on her slim shoulders. She leaned her face over and kissed the back of his hand. "Come now," he went on. "It's time to take the rest. Are you ready?"

She nodded, biting her lip. In spite of her bravado, the thought of all of that cock inside of her poor small pussy was alarming. She knew she was tight around him. His hands exerted downward pressure on her shoulders, and she allowed his direction to take her where she needed to go.

Inch by inch, spreading the tightness of her apart, delving deep inside of her. The parental cock invading where it never had a right to go, until now, until the mutual assurance of their love created that right. Both father and daughter, gasping, moaning with each new inch explored. And when he found the end of her canal, the deepest part of her, they were both astonished to find that he was fully sheathed.
"Oh, Daddy," she whimpered. "Do you see? Do you understand how right this is?"

"Princess, it could never be more perfect," he gasped in response. He was throbbing inside of her, little pulses of delight running up and down his shaft. Her pussy clenched him rhythmically, tightening in unpredictable ways around him. He could feel their combined juices soaking his lap, the bed, everything.

Slowly, cautiously, she started to move on him. Every motion was a wave of arousal. Every movement a recreation of their love. Her clit dragged along the steel hard back of his erection. Her labia were drawn in and out by the friction of their tight fit.

And then she was moving more freely, more wantonly, her hair, sweaty, swinging in front of her face. His hands supported her, allowing her that freedom. He hardly had to move himself, as his lithe daughter used her powerful leg muscles to create the in and out movement that he so craved.

"Oh, yes, Divya," he groaned. His eyes stayed open the whole time, drinking in the lovely vision of his daughter moving on him. Had it only been a few days since that moment he had carefully pulled her kimono over her butt to preserve her modesty? What modesty? The girl was all sexuality. And she had turned her power on him, devastating whatever defenses he had created against the taboo of the inevitable attraction between them.

Something in him snapped. He had to become more active, now. Instinct drove him. In an instant, he had stood up, Divya suspended in mid-air on his out-thrust cock. She squeaked in surprise, and then she was turned around, driven down onto the bed on her back, her father above her, male, muscular, animalistic. She watched wide-eyed as he poised, ready to drive into her. She nodded, a bare movement, but an acceptance of what was to come.

Gone was the pretense of love-making. This was fucking, pure and simple. The pistoning of the male organ into the receptacle of the female organ. The insane drive to attain the ultimate peaks of pleasure. She was being used, but she was using him as well. The two lovers, father and daughter, writhing, joined, crashing against each other.

And when he paused suddenly, his face contorted, she realized she had become ruined for anyone else. This was her destiny, to be underneath him, to accept him within her. And the realization was enough to trigger the biggest orgasm yet.

And he pumped back into her, exploding in a raging orgasm, flooding her with the white-hot liquid of his lust, a veritable tidal wave of cum, pouring out of him and into her, destroying whatever tattered remnants of rationality stood between them.

He collapsed onto her, breathing raggedly, exhausted. Their sweat mingled together, the evidence of the athleticism of their joining. Her mind was at rest. At last. At long last.