Incest Seduction within the family

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I think perhaps you're right," she said thoughtfully, then came to a decision. She stood up and went to the dresser, where she hunted around and then pulled out a white lacy baby-doll negligee. Pankaj watched her, slightly horrified. Was she really going to wear that? Nandini pulled out the lingerie store bag and found a matching g-string to go with the lingerie. With a shrug of her shoulders, she let the bathrobe fall to the ground. Underneath, she only had a pair of white cotton panties on. These she skimmed off her hips and stepped out of.

Once again, Pankaj was in awe of his wife's beauty. Such sweet curves, such smooth skin. She slipped into the baby-doll, pulling it down over her head. With an economy of motion born of practice, she settled each breast inside of its cup. The hem of the negligee reached perhaps an inch or two below the bottom curves of her ass. Now she held up the g-string, apparently assuring herself that the string was in the back, before daintily stepping into it.

As she pulled the string up and over her ass, Nandini felt it slip sinfully between the cheeks. She tugged lightly at the string, feeling it settle against her anus, rubbing wickedly against the tender skin there. Running a fingernail under the front panel, she situated it as best as possible over her pubic mound. With delight she noted how well it cupped her pussy, the sheer material holding her like a small hand. Unfortunately, the panel was not quite large enough to cover all of her pubic hair, but she figured that in dim light and with the lacy baby-doll covering her, there would be no way for anyone (Akash, her inner voice whispered) to see that.

As she turned to face him, Pankaj gasped in astonishment. His wife was transformed into a siren. She wasn’t wearing the usual saree but had covered herself with a very thin lingerie. Even Pankaj got the rarest of rare opportunities to see her in those lingerie. He got lost in his thoughts for a second and remembered their 5th anniversary when he had gifted her that negligee. He had hoped that it would help spice up their sex life, but Nandini wouldn’t wear those often. Suddenly his mind tricked and snapped out from his thoughts and looked at Nandini. The straps of the baby-doll left much of each breast uncovered, with only a slight lacy cup covering the bottom third. At least the nipple was not in plain sight, he realized, although he wondered how obvious it would be if they were fully aroused. And the front of the gown came up in the middle of the front, revealing a peek at the tiny g-string lewdly outlining her sex. What had he done?

"I think this will show him that I'm not uptight, don't you think?" A saucy smile on her lips, Nandini laughed to herself at her husband's gawking. "Don't you worry, Mister. I'm coming back afterwards, and then you can unwrap me!"

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Akash was sitting in bed, his thoughts on Divya Singhal. The girl was so beautiful, he couldn't believe that he was going on a date with her. That long straight hair, the deep sea-blue eyes, her full lips, usually quirked in a superior smile, the heart-shaped face. Not to mention, of course, the killer body, always displayed to advantage in the sexiest clothes allowable under college rules.

The worst of it was, he had no idea why she had taken the sudden interest in him. Was it just a more elaborate way of yanking his chain? Was he going to show up at her house on Friday and be greeted by a group of jeering teenaged girls?

Or, even more frightening, was she for real?

While he was lost in thought, he heard a knock at his door.

"Akash, can I come in?"

His heart skipped a beat as he suddenly remembered the events of last night. He could hardly believe that it had been only twenty-four hours since his mother had stood behind him while he (he thought) secretly jerked off under the desk. What did she want now?

"Uh, yeah, come on in."

Nandini opened the door, and saw Akash again in the bed, in much the same position as he had been the night before. Once more her heart went out to him. He seemed so vulnerable, so confused. She had to make things right.

If Akash' heart had skipped a beat before, it actually stopped for a second at the sight of his mother in the door. My God, he thought, is she actually wearing what I think she's wearing?

Once again, she was backlit, so he couldn't see her face that well, but the outline of her lithe body shone right through the lacy baby-doll she was wearing. With one hand on the doorframe, she stood on her tiptoes.

"Akash, we need to talk again," she said, sounding a little anxious.

"Uh, sure, Mom," Akash answered. He thought maybe his eyes might pop out of his head as she came across the room and into the light. The skimpy negligee hid next to nothing. Her breasts (he couldn't think of them as tits, it was his mother, after all) swayed provocatively under the white lace of the baby-doll's cups. Her long slim legs were entirely uncovered, and his eyes swept inexorably up their length to where they disappeared under the lacy hem. As she walked, the front slipped back and forth, giving him glimpses of the junction of her thighs where the shadows hid whatever she was wearing underneath.

"Listen, honey," she began, standing next to the bed, looking down at him, "about last night..." Her heart was beating fast, and she fought the urge to put her hands protectively in front of her crotch. She had no idea how much he could see, and it made her uncomfortable, but she controlled herself, holding her hands together behind her back. Tonight was to make Akash understand that everybody had sexual thoughts and desires.

 

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Uh, Mom, I can explain," Akash began. He was trying to look anywhere but between her legs or at her chest. It wasn't easy, and she certainly wasn't making it any easier as she stood there bouncing on her toes. He felt himself blushing, and he looked down at where his hands were twisting the sheet.

"No, Akash, you don't have to explain anything," his mother broke in. He stole a glance up at her, and saw her smiling nervously. His eyes raked down her body again, taking in the firm breasts, standing with little support, down to that gap in her baby-doll. As she bounced, the light would flick in, and he suddenly saw the little pouch holding her sex. He felt sick as a rush of blood poured into his groin. He knew there was little that would hold him back from getting an erection. And all that protected his embarrassment from his mother was a thin sheet and his boxers. Why couldn't he have worn something tighter tonight?

"What do you mean?" His glance had felt as physical as a caress down her body. She bit her lip as she felt that familiar warmth in her groin. She didn't notice the movement under the sheet that would have belied her son's arousal, caught up as she was in her own.
"This has all been my fault," she said, smiling tentatively. "I think I've been giving you the wrong impression."

"How's that?" Akash felt miserable. He couldn't interpret any of this. What did she mean?

"Look at me, honey." Her heart was flapping like a hummingbird at this point. Was she really inviting her son to examine her in this sexy outfit? He reluctantly lifted his head to look at her, and with the force of those sexy eyes, she felt her nipples hardening under the lacy nothing. She wondered if he would be able to see them, and part of her hoped that he could.

"Do you see me?" Akash nodded. How could he fail to see her? In fact, there were the nubs of her nipples pushing out. Twice in two nights he was afforded the sight of his mother's hard tips under almost no coverage. Was she trying to kill him? But the picture of her, so wholesome, so sexy, so forbidden, was more than his cock could handle, and he leaned forward to hide the tent that had formed in his lap.

"It's okay to look at sexy things, sweetie," she went on, barely aware of what she was saying. She had never felt so on the edge before, as she stood before her son, displaying herself for his appreciation. But he still seemed unsure. "I like to look at sexy things also. It's just that people don't like to admit that women enjoy that stuff also." In fact, she was looking at something sexy right now. His youthful body, coiled in tension on the bed was like a caged beast.

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He sat there, looking at her, his eyes bouncing between her face and lower. She reached out a hand and put it on his shoulder, which pulled the baby-doll a little higher on her body. Immediately his gaze shot to that place between her legs, the scrap of fabric of the g-string completely exposed. He gasped as he saw her punic hairs escaping over the top of the panties. Had he been a little more experienced, he might have realized that the panties were damp as well.

In fact there was a slight whiff of excitement in the air, emanating from her poorly hidden pussy, but both mother and son were unaware. As she touched him, a jolt of excitement passed down her body, and she shuddered slightly. A little spasm had passed through her sex. She was becoming addicted to the feeling of scary eroticism. Akash felt the same excitement, but was confused by it. How could he feel this way about his mother? But his hard cock was quickly taking over.

"Uh, would you like to..." His courage faltered.

"Like what?" Her voice was a little shaky. He glanced down. "It's okay, Akash," she whispered. "Whatever you want..."

"Like to look at more with me?" He couldn't stand to look at her in case she rejected him.

"Of course," she replied excitedly. "I would like nothing more, honey." He looked up now, surprised, happy, and her heart bounded at the happiness on his face. But then his face fell as he realized that so much open space stood between him and the computer, and his cock would be too obvious.

"Y-you've got to turn around, Mom," he faltered. She giggled and spun around. With the movement the hem of the baby-doll flipped up. Her ass was momentarily exposed to him, and he gasped at the glimpsed perfection of it, the two cheeks completely uncovered, the little string nestled between them. His cock jerked as a pulse of pre-cum leaked out. He pulled the sheet aside and hopped to the computer chair. With her back still to him, he arranged himself so that his shaft stuck out of his boxers.

"Okay, Mom," he said, and she spun around again, to stand behind the chair. She leaned over his shoulder again, resting against the back of his head. She hugged him lightly from behind, her arms on his naked chest again. She craved the feel of his young muscles, and she caressed lightly over them. The boy closed his eyes as he felt her firm breasts again against his head. He leaned back into them unconsciously.

 

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In seconds he had another website of bikini girls up on the screen. Together the mother and son looked at pictures of sweet young things in skimpy bathing suits. Akash furtively stroked his cock under the desk. Nandini was at first unaware of his activity, caught up as she was in looking at the beautiful women.

"What do you like about this one?" They were looking at a girl in a slingshot style bikini. The straps were barely large enough to cover her nipples, and the patch covering her pubic mound came only high enough to keep her labia out of sight. In fact, there was a suggestion of the beginning of her cleft at the top. Her long blonde hair framed her pretty face.

"Uh," he gasped, "I like the way her boobs stick out all around the top." Nandini glanced down and saw his hand moving in his lap. She grinned, leaning forward a little more. She felt the side of her own breast pushing into his cheek, and left it there naughtily. She pulled one hand from his chest and slipped it down over her panties, pushing in against her swollen lips.

"C'mon, honey," she murmured, "'boobs' is such a silly word..."

Akash turned slightly and felt her slip across his cheek. With a start, he felt the hardness of her nipple against the corner of his lips. It burned through the lace, hot against his sensitive mouth. His cock jerked in his hand, a fresh stream of pre-cum erupting over his hand. He held still, as he spasmed involuntarily in his grasp. He was loving this feeling and didn't want it to end too soon.

"Would you rather I said 'tits'?" He felt so bold saying the word to his mother, but the situation seemed to call for it. The pretty mother shook as she felt the vibrations of his speaking in her breast, and pressed harder on her clit.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "That seems more like it, Akash. Let's see the next picture!"

He clicked on the forward arrow, and the next picture loaded up. In this one, the blonde was sitting down with her legs spread wide, the thong of the slingshot slipped to one side of her completely shaved pussy. One nipple had escaped the capture of the swimsuit as well. The two gasped together. Akash' hand had started again, now making slick sounds with its movement on his cock. He kept his face turned slightly, enjoying the feeling of his mother's nipple on his mouth. He wanted to reach out and lick it or nip it with his lips, but didn't dare take that step.

"Ohhh," the aroused woman sighed as her finger circled her hard clit through the little g-string which was completely soaked by this point. "What turns you on in this picture?"

"She's so fucking into it, Mom," he cried, his mounting excitement causing him to throw all caution to the wind.

"How can you tell, honey?"

"The way her pussy is so wide open... and her nips are sooo hard." This said almost directly into her tit. She pushed against him, and felt her lace-clad nipple push between his lips, but still he refrained from any active move.

"Do you like it that she has no hair down there?"

"Oh God, Mom," he moaned. "It's pretty damned sexy, yeah. But I prefer it when women keep a little hair on their pussy." His hand was moving quickly on his cock now, his other hand holding his balls. The situation was so wild, he was panting.

"Yeah, honey? How much hair?" The mother was equally out of control here, one finger now inside of her, wetly slipping in and out of her steaming pussy.

"I like seeing the lips, so there should be no hair there, right?"

"Uh-huh." She was hanging on his every word. He had such strong opinions. She loved his confidence.

"And then there should be just a small patch of hair above, just so you know she's really a woman, y'know?"

Every word caused his lips to move around her nipple. She had never felt such constant thrills from her breasts before this. It was like there was a direct electrical connection between her nipple and her cunt. 'Cunt.' She liked the sound of that.

"So you like to see her cunt clearly, huh?"

The shock of that word coming from his mother's mouth caused Akash to jet over the edge into orgasm. With spasms throughout his body, the cum surged up his cock and splashed wetly against the desk. With each jerk, Nandini felt him push against her, until the chair slipped back and the last rope of jism shot from his cock. With a splat the white liquid landed across his abdomen and chest, one drop landing square on the back of his mother's hand. It was like a drop of burning lead on her sensitive skin. She held her son through his forceful orgasm, soothing him with caresses on his chest.

He felt completely drained, and oddly pleased with himself. He barely felt her withdraw her hand from his chest and her breast from the side of his face. With a kiss on the top his head, she stepped away.

"That was lovely, sweetie," she whispered as she stepped out.

Outside the room, she closed the door, then leaned shaking against the wall. She regarded the drop of white cum on her hand. Slowly, inevitably, she brought her hand up to her mouth. She put the other hand inside her panties and swirled a finger around her clit as her tongue reached out and lapped up the still hot fluid. Savoring the mildly bitter flavor on her tongue she shuddered in a silent orgasm.

Taking a deep breath, she turned and went back to her bedroom and her waiting husband.

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Pankaj had sat in the bedroom, trying not to think about how he had sent his lovely wife into their son's room wearing a skimpy outfit. He tried not to imagine what the two might be getting up to down the hall. He desperately tried not to imagine his wife in the embrace of his son, and yet the whole time he sat with a throbbing erection, casually stroking himself. And when she came back into the room, looking if possible hotter than she had the night before; when he saw her flushed face, wisps of her gleaming long hair; when he took in the way her nipples were hard as ice chips; when he noticed the way her g-string was pushed down her hips, the patch loose in front of her mound; in fact, when she pushed that brief scrap of fabric over her hips and he saw the red arousal of her pussy, he lost it entirely. Leaping to his feet, he pushed her head down into the bed. With a cry, he thrust himself deep inside her from behind. The heat of her was like a furnace around his equally hot cock. His pistoning in and out was met with his wife's perfect ass pushing out against him. Each thrust was accompanied by grunts from both of them. "Oh, FUCK me, fuck me harder, Pankaj!!!" Her scream was primal, his fucking animalistic. And when his eruption occurred it was a white-hot lance of lava from deep within him, and he unleashed it on her like a punishment. And bless her, she took it all into her own depths with a hiss of delight. God, how he loved her. "Hiya, Akash Sharma." A sweet, girly voice broke him out of his reverie. He had been sitting in the library in front of an open book, his thoughts on nothing but the feeling of his mother's erect nipple, covered in lace, perched on his lower lip. The memory had claimed the greater part of his conscious thought all day. He looked up to see Divya Singhal standing next to him. He smiled distantly at the pretty girl, not taking in the way her skirt rode up her thigh, or the way her cropped top gaped at the bottom, just above his eye level. Divya, for her part, had had second thoughts about her impulsive action of the day before. What if the guy turned out to be a complete dork? She couldn't let it be known that she had gone out with a loser. She had her reputation as the most difficult girl to attain to protect. So she thought she'd see if his reaction to her teasing had been a fluke. She had gone all out. Her flippy plaid skirt was at least two inches shorter than college regulations officially allowed. She knew she was showing an indecent amount of leg in the middle of a college day. Hell, if she leaned over too much, her panties would be exposed from the rear. And those panties... Her sexiest for college days, they were pink and lacy, French cut. The crop top had once been a normal t-shirt, but she had cut out the collar as well as most of the midriff. Now it hung off one shoulder, revealing the lacy strap of the matching pink bra, which stood out in lovely contrast to her deep white skin. The bottom of the shirt came only inches below the rounded curves of her breasts, and her slim flat belly was entirely uncovered. Her teardrop navel was a marvel of nature, with its neat little diamond stud piercing that she had convinced her father to give her for her sweet sixteen. She was pretty sure that with a little leaning back, someone at a lower level would be able to see her lace-encased tits from below. Someone sitting, say, at the level of Akash Sharma. With her hair in a braid, she was the epitome of teenaged sexiness, and she knew it. The girl exuded confidence from every pore. She was used to being the center of attention, used to getting everything she wanted. So the fact that this boy seemed unaware of her right now was beyond her comprehension. Akash looked at Divya. She was surely lovely, he thought. But can she even compare to Mom? He watched as she hopped onto the table, the skirt flipping up to show what little was hidden behind its pleats. "So," she smiled, "you ready for Friday night?" Akash' doubts about his upcoming date had been far from his mind all morning, so he leaned back in his chair and shrugged, then raised an eyebrow. "Guess so. You?" Her mind boggled. Where had this guy come from? She had to find out more. She arched her back slightly, causing the t-shirt to ride up her breasts. "I'm ready for anything you are," she whispered slyly. As if in a trance, Akash saw his hand reach out and land on the cheerleader's knee. The skin felt so soft and smooth. He was sure his mother's skin was softer. He saw the girl's tits from under the shirt. As pert and firm as they looked, could they be any more exciting than the feel of his mother's against his cheek? "You're looking good today, girl," he said casually. "Gonna look this hot Friday?" Divya's eyes widened at the challenge in his question. The feel of his hand on her leg was electrifying. It was as if he had taken possession of her. "Hotter," she assured him, desperate for some kind of assurance from this guy. What had happened here? How had the power situation reversed itself? She couldn't say, but she liked the way it made her feel: excited, a little out of control. Akash laughed quietly. Who was this guy who seemed so self-assured? He wasn't sure, but he liked it. He gently squeezed the thigh, feeling the firm muscles under the skin. "Looking forward to it," he said, smiling, then stood up and took his book, leaving Divya gasping on the table. And as he walked away, he realized that the reason he was so in control was because of his mother. And he wanted more.

 

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Nandini Sharma had spent the day floating on air. She couldn't believe how wonderful she felt. And every time she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror she felt like laughing at how young she looked. She was practically glowing.

And why not? She had the all the love she could hope for. Her darling husband had always been sweet and thoughtful. Making love with was always a tender and loving affair.

"But every once in a while, a girl wants something a bit rougher," she said to her reflection, then giggling at her beautiful self in the mirror. Because Pankaj had provided that in spades, just when she wanted it last night.

And even better, how supportive he had been of her. He had really helped her out in her relationship with their son, and now she felt so much closer to Akash than she had ever done before. The young mother didn't examine the nature of the bond she was forging with her son. In fact, in her mind, looking at porn with her teenaged son while dressed in next to nothing while he brought himself to a mind-shattering orgasm in front of her was merely a parental method of acknowledging her child's burgeoning maturity.

But the truth was, of course, much deeper than that. In fact, that morning, when Nandini had been showering, she shaved her legs, as she did every few days. But this time, when she finished with the stubble on her calves and lower thighs, she paused. Usually, she had no reason to shave any higher. The hairs on her upper thighs were soft and nearly invisible. And she had never had any call to shave her mound, because she had never worn anything that would have revealed any pubic hairs.

"Still," she thought, "I've gotten these g-strings, and if I'm going to wear them, I should wear them properly. Without worrying if any of my pubes are showing."

And with this justification, the woman got some shaving cream of her husband's and lathered up her pubic mound. With careful strokes of the razor, she removed a large portion of the downy hairs. Washing away the lather, she examined the area thoroughly, trimming here and there until there was only a small patch of hair neatly outlined, just above the start of her crease.

But she still wasn't satisfied with her results. So she got a hand mirror and placed it on the floor. Squatting above it, she shaved the hair on her labia using the mirror to show her all of her crevices. By stretching her lips, she managed to get every last hair off of her vulva. She even used the razor between her butt cheeks to remove a couple of hairs there. And then she stood up and walked out of the bathroom to stand in front of her floor length mirror in her bedroom.

The sight was amazing. She had never imagined she could look so erotic. Her pussy lips stood out so prominently, and her little clitoris was displayed so rudely up front. The small trim patch of hair above her sex hid nothing, only advertising that she was, in fact, a grown woman, and not a little girl who had no hair yet.

"Just the way Akash likes it," she thought, not noticing how the idea caused her pussy to throb. On a whim, she turned around and got on all fours, with her legs spread widely. Looking over her shoulders, she saw how she was presenting her womanhood blatantly, the lips engorged and so wide-spread that she thought she could see into the depths of her pussy. And above the pink labia, the deeper salmon star of her anus winked at her. With her long hair gleaming wet from the shower, she looked just like one of the models in Akash' websites.

"Not bad for a forty one year old," she whispered.

Now she was making dinner, wearing one of those g-strings, a red one in fact, under her white short gown. She delighted in the way her ass cheeks rubbed against each other around the little string down the crack. She felt so free, so easy.

And when Akash came home and saw her, he had whistled low.

"Hey, Mom. You look really pretty."

Nandini blushed.

"Oh, silly. I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Nope," laughed Akash. "In fact, I think you're the first."

His mother leaned against the counter and looked directly at him. A little frown line appeared between her beautiful eyes.

"The first, Akash? I think you need to talk to some more girls, honey."

"Oh, never mind," Akash said, disgruntled, and went up to his room. Why couldn't she just take his compliment without worrying about him?

Nandini shrugged, refusing to let the exchange darken her mood.

 

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After dinner, Akash went to his father's study.

"Dad? Can I talk to you?"

"Sure, son," Pankaj said, turning away from his spreadsheets. "What can I do you for?"

Akash smiled weakly, trying to figure out a way to broach what would be a pretty delicate subject.

"Dad, how do you talk to girls?"

"Hmmm," his father said, thoughtfully. "That's a pretty big topic, Akash. I'm not sure what you're looking for. Is there some specific situation that you're talking about?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Akash said, looking down at his feet.

"C'mon in and sit down. Make yourself comfortable." The teenager walked across the room and plunked down in an armchair. "Now, why don't you start at the beginning."

"O-okay. Um, there's this woman, see. She's, um, kinda older than me, right?" Which was the truth, of course. "And I think she's interested in me, but I'm not sure if I want to go there? Or if I really should?"

Pankaj had an inkling suddenly of what Akash was talking about, and he was very unsure if he wanted to continue the conversation. But he steeled himself, because he was in part responsible for what was going on in his house.

"Go on, Akash."

Akash was relieved that his father hadn't just gotten angry at him. He didn't think his Dad knew about what was going on between his Mom and him, but he wasn't sure.

"But she makes me feel, like, pretty good, y'know, that she's interested in me, and that makes me pretty confident. And that's good, right? 'Cause there's this other girl at college that I sort of asked on a date by accident because of how confident I felt right at that moment. You know what I mean?"

"Uh, hang on a sec," Pankaj said, now somewhat amused. "How did you ask this other girl by accident?"

"Well, I was really thinking about how nice it was to have Mo—I - I mean, this other woman hang out with me? And Divya comes up, and she's like really hot, y'know, and not like the kind of girl I usually talk to, and I was able to be all cool with her, and then before I knew it, we had agreed to go on a date on Friday."

Pankaj laughed, and after a second, Akash grinned sheepishly.

"Uh, yeah, I guess it does sound kind of dorkish, huh?"

"Not at all, son. Not at all. Remind me to tell you some day about how I managed to ask your mother on our first date. It wasn't easy to get my courage up at all, as I think you can guess."

"Yeah, Mom's pretty hot, too, isn't she?"

"You can say that again, Akash. But listen," he went on, more seriously. "This older woman. Is she married?"

"Uh, yeah, how did you guess?" Akash was a little startled. Did his Dad know more than he was letting on?

"Never mind. Do you think she loves her husband?"

"Yeah, actually, I really think she does," said Akash.

Thank God, Pankaj thought to himself. He took a deep breath and went on.

"How far do you think she wants to go with you, then?"

"I can't tell, Dad. It's more like playing around so far. Even if it's pretty hot and heavy."

"Spare me the details," Pankaj interrupted. He had no desire to know exactly what went on in his son's bedroom during the night. He just had to be sure that at the end of it all, Nandini came back to him. In fact, he was looking forward to the sex tonight. "Akash, you've got to protect yourself as best you can. As long as you remember that what you're doing with this older woman is just for fun, use it for the experience you can get from it. It seems to be helping you with getting your confidence. But," he held up a hand, to forestall Akash from talking. "But, you've got to remember not to let yourself get in too deep with this woman."

"Just for fun, huh?" Akash thought about this, turning it over in his mind. "I thought sex was supposed to be only between people who were really serious together."

"The best kind always is, son. But it can also be something just for kicks. Okay?"

"Sure, Dad!" Akash was delighted with his father-son talk. He had gotten the go-ahead from his father to fool around with his mother, even if his father didn't know all of the details.

Pankaj sat staring at the door after Akash had left. God, these were deep waters he was treading in. As long as Nandini came back to him each night, he was going to let things develop. The sex was too outstanding.

 

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That night, Nandini dithered around the bedroom, pulling out all of her nightclothes, unable to decide what to wear. Pankaj watched her in amusement.

"Going to talk with Akash again?"

"Yes, yes, honey," Nandini said distractedly. "He seemed confused again this afternoon, still lacking in confidence. I've got to help him out, don't you see?"

"Why don't you wear what you were wearing last night?" Pankaj deliberately held back the fact that Akash had a date on Friday night, so maybe his confidence problems were a thing of the past.

"Because, obviously, it didn't work enough," she said angrily. Didn't Pankaj understand?

"So," Pankaj said, carefully. "You want to take it to another level, hmm?"

"Exactly!" Her anger vanished immediately, and she went and hugged her dear husband. As always, he knew exactly what to say.

"Well, don't you remember this outfit?" And he pulled out a hanger from the back of her closet. On it hung a wisp of a chemise in sheer black nylon. She squealed in delight, hopping up and down.

"Yes, that's it! Oh, thank you so much, sweetie!" She unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra in a flash.

"Help me on with it, okay?" He took it off the hanger and held it up for her to slip her slender arms into. He caressed the soft skin of each arm as it passed through, settling his hands on her shoulders as she stood in front of the mirror. He watched her in the reflection as she tied the front together between her sweet breasts, which were easily visible through the sheer material. The two halves of the front swept out towards her hips, leaving her navel completely exposed.

Nandini, for her part, was delighted with how she looked. If this didn't help Akash get over his confidence problems, she didn't know what would. She pulled her peasant skirt and her g-string off, because of course the red g-string wouldn't work. In a flash she had a matching black g-string out of her lingerie store bag. This one's straps were split in two, leading to the tiny pouch in the middle, which seemed, if possible, even smaller than the others she had worn. With a little adjusting, she managed to get the thing over her sex, although more was visible than she had ever seen before.

Pankaj had noticed her shaving job, of course, but again said nothing. When his sexy wife turned to him and asked how she looked, he smiled, holding her at arm's length, looking her up and down.

"Almost perfect," he growled.

"Almost?" She raised one eyebrow in a sultry fashion. "What's missing?"

"Just this," he said carelessly, and let his hands trail down to her breasts, tweaking each nipple through the sheer black nylon. Now they stood out proudly, deep red showing through the sexy chemise. "That's perfect." And, his heart pounding, his cock throbbing, he turned her around and patted her on her astounding ass to send her on her way.

 

[Urvashi61]

Akash was sitting, waiting with bated breath. His cock was already hard as iron in his boxers under the covers. Would she come to his room again? What would she be wearing tonight? All thoughts of Divya Singhal were gone from his adolescent brain.

And when that soft knock came, his anxiety slipped away. She was back!

"Come in," he said, hoping the excitement wasn't too obvious in his voice.

Nandini opened the door, her heart pounding again. It was so much fun playing this game with Akash! She realized that part of her had spent the whole day looking forward to this moment. She stepped inside, noting that Akash had left the overhead light on tonight. So she posed in the doorway, consciously.

Akash' eyes almost bugged right out of his head when he saw what his mother was wearing. He had left the light on purposefully. He hadn't wanted to miss a thing. And he congratulated himself on the success of his ploy.

The sheer chemise hid nothing. Her perky tits that he had felt, yes, and even kissed, if passively, the night before, were now displayed for him to see. There was no sag to them at all, and they sat proudly high on his mother's chest. The nipples, aroused and hard already, sat neatly within the small circles of her areolas. He could not have asked for a more perfect vision for the first time he saw breasts in person.

And better yet, the chemise fell away from her body below her breasts, so that he could see the woman's flat belly, the pretty navel, the gentle curve of her hips. Best of all, her pussy was cupped in a sexy g-string, smaller, he thought, than the one she had worn yesterday. He wondered if he would see her pubic hair again.

Nandini smiled at his response. Her eyes flicked down towards his lap, where, for the first time, she saw the tent he was producing under the covers. It looked more than respectable, but she had to wonder what it would look like in person. What was she thinking? She wasn't here to gawk at her child's erection. This was for him. She could satisfy her own lust back in her room with her husband afterwards.

"Like what you see?" She was surprised at herself, but the words had come out before any censor could stop them. They sounded corny to her ears, but she could see that Akash didn't think so, as he dumbly nodded. She walked over to the side of his bed, slowly and seductively.