Nandini seducing her son - Every night

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Akash had been lying in bed, trying to read. For the last hour, he had been running over the awful scene in his mind, desperately attempting to guess what his mother's expression had meant. Was she angry? That would be all right, really. Much better than disgusted, which was what he really thought she was. He sighed in frustration, realizing he had just read the same paragraph four times over and still had no idea what it said. He had just put the book down when he heard the soft knock at the door.

"Akash?" It was his mother's soft voice outside. Akash looked around to make sure there was nothing embarrassing lying about.

"Uh, yeah, Mom?"

"Can I come in?"

His heart pounding, he made sure the covers were over his lower body, and then answered in the affirmative.

The door opened and his mother came and stood inside the frame, the light from the hallway outlining her form. His heart, which had been racing, seemed to stop short in an instant when he realized she had not dbangd her saree properly. The pallu of the saree was almost coming off her shoulder and her navel was also visible. It was quite unintentional of Nandini, but it was the eyes of an 18 year old boy watching her.

He had been aware, of course, that his mother was attractive. In fact, many of his friends had commented on it.

"She's stone-cold, dude," Sagar had said after cricket practice when they were being picked up. Akash had punched him hard in the arm.

"That's my Mom, man. Not cool."

"Yeah, whatever, Akash. Just saying, y'know?"

And he had known. It wasn't like he used her in his jerk-off fantasies. No, instead, it was like she was the standard against which he measured other girls. And now, with the light behind her, he realized that in fact she was hotter than any girl he knew in college. Which was crazy, because how could she be when she was like twice their age?

Still, he couldn't help but stare at her slim form, the sweet curve of her hips. And with greater shock, he realized that he was getting a hard-on looking at her.

'Oh, crap,' he thought, 'just what I need. I don't need her to get further disgusted by me.' He couldn't make out her expression because of the backlighting, so he looked away, desperately trying to think of anything else.



Nandini, in her turn, looked at her son, sitting up against the headboard, the covers around his waist. His trim torso was bare again, his shoulders so broad, the muscles so proudly gained. The light from the hallway fell across him, and the hair around his navel that pointed downward glinted. Her eyes were drawn down, inexorably towards his groin, but that area lay in shadows. She pulled herself together and looked up at him just as he glanced away in obvious embarrassment. Her heart tore at the sight of his uncertainty.



"Akash, honey," she ventured softly. "We need to talk."



She didn't sound angry or disgusted. But Akash still felt unsure so he just nodded.



"About what happened earlier," she went on, uncertain in her own right.



"I- I'm sorry, Mom," her son whispered. And with that, her paralysis was broken and she rushed over to the bed to sit down next to him.



"Oh, Akash," she said sorrowfully, "you've got nothing to feel bad about. It's me who should be sorry, not you."



Akash looked up at that. Now in the light from the hall, he could see her expression, the regret in her eyes. Those gorgeous eyes that he had never really noticed before, their startling almond shape. With her hair untied, he could see the vulnerable hollow between her collarbone and her neck. Nothing had ever seemed as sexy to him as that space.



"So, you're not like mad at me or something?"



"Honey, no," she insisted, laying her hand on his leg. The warmth of him jolted her through the thin linens. His thigh felt so strong, so powerful beneath her fingertips. "What you were doing, what you were choosing to do in the privacy of your own room is your business and yours alone."



"But I thought from the way you reacted that maybe you were..."



"What, Akash?" As she urged him to go on, she leaned in slightly, and he found himself looking at her cleavage,which was now visible as the pallu of her saree had fallen away from her shoulder. The shadows of the top of her breasts and the valley between was suddenly fascinating. In fact, the entire shape of her breasts against the soft cotton blouse was entrancing. The two soft mounds were enticingly encased by her blouse, and every curve was neatly delineated.



"Disgusted with me," he whispered, dragging his eyes away from her chest.


"Oh, sweetie," she sighed, rubbing his leg unconsciously with her hand. "I thought you knew that we have no problem with you, uh, touching yourself. Everybody does it, didn't you know?" There was a pause, during which Nandini found herself suddenly aware how high up his leg her hand had ventured. She looked at it in wonder as if to ask how she could have found herself with her hand mere inches away from her son's groin. The proximity caused yet another surge of warmth in her own sex, akin to the one she had experienced earlier that night. Was he wearing anything under those covers?

Superbly erotic story of family love. Hats off to the original author and compliments and thanks to "Givemextra" for sharing it with always desperate reader of classic family love stories. Would rate author of same genre as misterwho and alwayswantedto on literotica.