Incest Seduction within the family

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It's okay to look at sexy stuff, right, Akash?"

He nodded again, his mouth dry, then cleared his throat.

"I guess so, Mom," he rasped as she came closer. Her breasts swayed slightly with each step, the sheer nylon doing little to fetter their movement. And the way she swung her hips, oh God, that was sexy. His cock had never been harder, throbbing in his boxers. As she stopped by his side, he realized that, despite the lowness of her g-string, there were no pubic hairs to be seen.

Nandini noted where he was looking and giggled. He looked up, puzzled.

"I did some personal maintenance today, honey."

"Huh?"

"Um, down there?" She pointed to her groin, and her son's eyes followed her finger back to her center. Akash could see her labia outlined by the little black pouch, a tiny crease down the center of the g-string announcing the entrance to her sex. A light went on his brain.

"Oh! Ohhhh." He nodded, then looked up at her again. "You got rid of it all?"

"No, silly. See?" And she pulled the top of the g-string down half an inch so that she could show her son her neat handiwork. Akash swallowed hard as his mother's trimmed patch came into view. It was a tiny little tuft of hair, just sitting above where he thought her pussy had to start, although he couldn't see that unfortunately. And his mother only allowed the quickest of views before settling the g-string back into place. But what she said next nearly blew his mind completely.

"I know that's how you prefer it," she whispered. Nandini was out of control, but she was unaware of it. There was a hot blush spreading over her chest and up to her cheeks, which Akash didn't notice as he was still transfixed by the intimate viewing he had just had. She took a deep breath and went on.

"Wanna look at some porn together?"

Akash was in seventh heaven. He wanted to leap out of the bed and hug his mother, but he wasn't quite ready to show himself to her yet.
"Uh-huh," was all he could manage.

"C'mon, Akash. You gotta do better than that," Nandini encouraged. She wanted him to be more bold, more sure of himself. She smiled down at him, cocking one hip. The action pushed her pelvis towards her son, but she was unconscious of that. He blinked, and smiled back.

"Uh, okay. Lemme try again." He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. Nandini's eyes were drawn once again to the tent in his lap. Was it pulsing?

"Mother dearest," he said in a fake plummy accent. "I would surely love to look at some porn with you." She giggled, and curtsied, holding out the edges of her chemise to either side.

"Well, kind sir, I appreciate your courtesy, and tonight, if you don't mind, I would like to be able to sit down."

"Uh, I don't actually have another chair, Mom."

"That's okay. You sit in the chair, and I'll just perch on one of your legs, okay?" She lightly turned around and stood with her back to him, leaning on the computer desk with both hands. "You just let me know when you're ready for me to sit down."

Akash was in complete awe at the sight in front of him. Her long hair fell down to just below her shoulders. Her sexy back was essentially uncovered in the sheer chemise, and the hem of the nightie came to about the middle of her ass. The black string of the g-string did nothing to cover her, so for all intents and purposes, his mother was nude in front of him. Furthermore, the way she was leaning forward put her in a 'fuck me' type of position, with her ass pushed out toward him. He stood up.

 

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Nandini heard the sheets pushed back, and giggled to herself at what Akash must be seeing right now. She wanted so badly to look, to assure herself of his arousal, to see his arousal, to see his cock, but she forced herself to keep her eyes ahead. Every sound seemed exaggerated, the creak of the bed as he stood up, the pat of his feet as he slowly walked up behind her. Even his deep manly breathing, right behind her, as his shadow fell over her back. He just stood there. What was he going to do?

Akash stood behind his sexy mother, looking down at her firm ass, so round and perfect. There was no blemish to be seen, no unsightly discoloration. It was as perfect an ass as any he had seen online. His hands twitched as he stood there, aching to touch her, to caress her. But he couldn't let himself break the spell. There seemed to be rules here, and he was damned if he was going to mess this all up.

She wiggled her ass at him. It was mesmerizing.

"Hurry up, will you? I haven't got all night," she said, with a smile in her voice. He shook his head to clear his senses. Had Akash been more experienced with women, he might have recognized the signs of her excitement. However, his shyness and nervousness prevented him from taking any chance of her rejection. Nonetheless, he did take advantage of her having her back turned, and with a quick motion, he shucked his boxers off, sitting down in his chair completely naked, his hard cock pulsing in his lap.

"Okay, Mom, ready for you to sit down," he rasped.

"Ready or not, here I come," she said throatily. She moved her legs to either side of his left knee, and carefully sat herself on what she judged to be the middle of his thigh. The hair on his leg tickled the soft skin of her inner thighs. With a sigh, she settled herself into place, feeling his muscles up against her most sensitive places. And, oh God, how much more sensitive they suddenly seemed, now that she had shaved all of the skin down there. She allowed herself the luxury of rocking slightly forward, so that her clit came against him, hidden under her skimpy panties. A jolt of pleasure ran through her body.

Akash, for his part, felt the heat of her through the tiny g-string, burning against the skin of his leg. As she rocked forward, her ass came up slightly, and he could see those gorgeous cheeks around his leg. His cock pulsed, and he unconsciously took hold of it with his right hand, pulling it away from the defenseless skin of his mother. He was dripping already, lubricating the painfully full head of his erection.

Nandini, her eyes closed, put her hands on the desk to steady herself. How wonderful she felt, and how delightful to be able to share it with her son. How was it that she had never had the foresight to arrange this before? Her sex-befuddled brain still refused to acknowledge the strangeness of the situation. Instead, she slipped back a half-inch on Akash's leg, feeling her pussy lips spread out.

"Are we ready, now?"

"Uh-huh," Akash managed to say, and released his cock to turn on the browser. He found it awkward to surf, however, with only one hand, so he reached around his mother with his other hand, leaning forward. In doing so, he found himself against Nandini's back, his chest against her, with only the sheer negligee between them. Was it his imagination, or was she pushing back against him? He looked down quickly, and saw that his cock, still throbbing, was only a fraction of an inch from touching her. He jerked back quickly.

The sudden movement caused Nandini to slip sideways, and she grabbed his left arm to steady herself, pulling it against her. Suddenly, Akash found himself holding his lithe, hot mother's belly with his hand. The negligee was parted at this point, so he had his hand against her soft skin.

"Sorry!" In his anxiety and desire not to offend her, he pulled back. "Sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to touch you!"

But Nandini stopped him from pulling away.

"Akash, it's okay! Don't worry! Seriously, I don't mind. In fact, maybe it's better if you hold me steady, and I'll navigate the computer." In her mind, she justified her actions as calming her son, and maintaining his self-confidence, but in reality, she craved the feel of his strong hands on her, the way he had touched her the night before last when he moved her aside.

Akash, for his part, was hardly thinking straight either. He tentatively put his hand back on her stomach. He was so careful, she laughed.

"Silly! I'm not going to break, you know."

'But I might,' Akash thought to himself, holding his cock away from her with his other hand. However, he held onto her more firmly, feeling her trim shape. He found it best to slide his hand around to her hip, still under the chemise. The two straps of her g-string were right there, and he marveled at the fact that he was touching his mother's panties on her body.

"Women like it," she said breathily, "when men take control. It lets us know how manly they are." The feel of his hand on her hip was divine. His fingers curled around the front, and his middle finger lay right on the crease between her leg and her abdomen, following the line of her g-string straps.

Akash directed her to a website, and in seconds they were looking at a set of pictures of a girl in a see-through micro-mini bikini. Both mother and son were breathing hard, absorbing the erotic pictures. Akash was slowly stroking his cock behind his mother's back while she moved subtly back and forth on his leg, stimulating herself. The girl's pert tits were lovely, Nandini found herself thinking, especially the way they were able to stand up so nicely with so little support.

"Do you like her tits, Akash?"

"Uh..." Akash was lost for a response. Did his mother just say 'tits?'

"Earth to Akash! Has all the blood left your brain?" Nandini loved the teasing. It was almost like flirting, except that he was her son, of course.

"Not all, Mom," he retorted, "just enough!"

"Well, then, answer me. Do you like her tits?"

"Uh, Mom, I'm a guy. Of course I like her tits."

"Are they better than mine?" She was having fun now.

"I couldn't say."

"Why not, Akash?"

"Because I haven't seen yours like that."

"I thought you were looking when I came in. Didn't you notice them then?"

Akash was starting to relax, enjoying the quick repartee. He liked being able to keep up with her in the flirting conversation they were having.

"Yeah, but it wasn't the same, 'cause I couldn't like really study them, y'know?"

"Well, why don't you 'study' them now?" And she twisted her torso on his leg so that he could see her chest. She was flushed from excitement, and her nipples were as hard as she had ever felt them. Her rapid breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall quickly. She looked Akash in the eye directly, not acknowledging the stroking movement of his right hand.

"Uh, Mom..."

"Please?"

He let his eyes fall down to her chest, taking in the glorious sight of her rounded globes, unhidden by the sheer chemise. His left hand, with her twisting, had slipped upwards, and he found his index finger just half an inch from the lower curve of her left breast. In truth, her tits were wondrous, like none he had ever seen on the internet. They didn't even sag slightly despite her forty-one years. And the nipples were so perfectly centered, each pointing slightly upwards.

His hand continued to move on his rock-hard cock. The stimulation was intense to the teenager. Here was his mother, nearly but not quite nude on his leg, while he, actually naked, jerked off while staring at her tits.

Nandini, too, was incredibly excited. She was aware of his masturbation, and she rocked back on his leg in order to increase the stimulation on her own sex. She was blushing furiously, amazed at the intensity of the emotions running through her. The intimacy with her son was like nothing she had experienced before.

With her rocking, two things happened at the same time. First, Akash's hand slipped higher on her torso, and his fingers came into contact with the curve of her breast, so that he found himself with two fingers cupping the globe and pushing it up off of her chest. Second, her hip rubbed up against his right hand which was moving up and down the length of his cock.

The sudden and dual increase in their intimacy tripped Akash over the edge. With a grunt and a sigh, he fisted down hard on himself, rubbing Nandini's right ass cheek, pushing his cock up against her side. His cum burst out of him, splashing up his mother's back, drenching her chemise with its stickiness.

The scalding warmth made Nandini, in her turn, twitch away from him, so that her breast settled neatly into her son's hand. Unconsciously, the boy grasped the tit possessively, lightly pinching the nipple between his index and middle fingers. The sensation made Nandini cum as well, sighing against his jerking cock. Akash milked the last dribbles out onto her hip, and she collapsed forward onto her weak arms.

"Mom?"

"Y-yes, honey?"

"I'd like to look at more porn with you tomorrow night," he said confidently, stroking her tit before withdrawing his hand.

"Of course, son. I'd like that too." She was lost, but she loved it.

 

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Well?"

"What?" Nandini looked down. Her husband was lying on the bed, naked, his hard cock in his hand.

"Did you have a good 'talk' with Akash?"

Nandini could feel the damp chemise sticking to her back. She had come straight back into her bedroom, unsure of how to face her husband, but not able to think clearly either.

"Yes, I did," she replied in a soft voice.

"Come here and suck me," he commanded.

She looked at him, shocked. He had never spoken to her in this way before.

"You heard me," he said quietly. She found herself moving towards the bed, getting up on it, crawling across it towards Pankaj' lap. She grasped her man's erection, and lowering her head towards it, extended her tongue to make contact with the angry red glans.

"That's right, sweetie," Pankaj said gently, stroking her hair tenderly. He watched, enraptured as his sweet wife opened her lips to accept the bloated head of his cock into her mouth. She looked up at him, almost fearfully, her almond shaped green eyes tearing. He smiled at her, before encouraging her to move on with pressure on the back of her head. Without taking her eyes off of him, she began to move back and forth on his cock.

The feel of his erection in her mouth, the invasion over her tongue, the hot silky feel of his cock inside of her was sinfully delicious. How fitting, she felt, that she should worship him in this way. The head of his cock slipped across her tongue, and its tiny hole released salty fluid for her to spread around his shaft. She could feel each vein, the ridge of his glans. Idly, she wondered if his son would feel the same inside of her. The taste of them was reRajeshably similar, she noted.

Pankaj loved the feeling of her mouth around him, and pushed harder on the back of her head. She coughed the first time, pulling away, but submitted as he tried again. This time, the head of his cock pushed to the back of her throat. Her tongue worked around him as he sat there, before he pulled back. Three times he moved like this, each time faster until he felt the familiar spasms arising in his groin. He pulled out and held her face in front of his jerking cock. Obediently she stroked him until he exploded, his cum shooting out in ropes across her.

For the second time that night, Nandini felt the splash of cum against her skin. She accepted the feeling, reveling in the appropriateness of her punishment. And she knew she would do it again. She loved her men too much not to keep going.

Pankaj looked down at his wife, her face streaked with the translucent evidence of his orgasm. One blob dripped slowly down her cheek, to gather at the corner of her mouth. With one finger he collected the cum and brought it to her mouth. Wordlessly she accepted his finger and sucked the spend off of it.

"Good night, honey," he said kindly. "I love you."

"Me too," she replied, and slipped under the covers, still covered in cum from father and son.

 

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"So, I've got a date tomorrow night with Divya Singhal."

The statement hung over the breakfast table for a second, before Nandini squealed with delight.

"Oh, that's so wonderful, Akash. I guess you really have been feeling more confident, huh?"

"Yeah," Akash replied, blushing. "Our talks have been really helping me."

"Divya Singhal? Isn't she the daughter of Rajesh Singhal?" Pankaj raised an eyebrow at his son, who looked back at him in confusion. Why was he acting like he didn't know about this? Akash had told him the night before.

"Uh, who's he, Dad?" Nandini noticed how Akash seemed puzzled, and looked back and forth between the two men in her life.

"Only the richest guy in town," replied Pankaj. "He has fingers in just about every pot around. In fact, he's the main shareholder in my company."

"So what are you saying, Dad?"

"Just that you'd better treat his daughter right, or I'm sure to hear about it." Pankaj knew he was sounding repressive, but he couldn't help himself.

"But why are you telling me this now? You could have told me—"

"Never mind that," Pankaj interrupted. "Just do the right thing with the girl, you understand?"

"Gee, thanks for the advice, Dad. You really know the right thing to say to make a guy relax when he's about to go on his first date," Akash fumed, before storming out of the room to get his stuff for college.

Pankaj turned his attention back to the newspaper, pretending to be unconcerned. He didn't want his wife to know that he had encouraged his son to be free with her. He was enjoying letting his rougher side loose in bed.

"Pankaj?"

"Hmmm?"

"Did you know about this date?"

"Uh, I guess so, honey," Pankaj replied sheepishly. Nandini frowned.

"Well, what the hell does that mean?" She was getting furious now. She thought he understood what she was trying to accomplish with Akash, and now it seemed like he was deliberately undermining her. "That was kind of important information, wouldn't you say? Do you see what kind of damage you've done?"

"Now, wait a second, Nandini—"

"No, you wait a second. You're going to have to help me out here. We've got a son in a delicate situation here, on the verge of maturing into a sexual adult. He's tenuous right now, and your pulling the rug out from under him is destroying all my work. What if he becomes some kind of a pervert because of this?"

'You mean, the kind of pervert who makes out with his mother,' thought Pankaj, but didn't say, because he could see how explosive Nandini was becoming right now.

"All right, all right, I see what you mean," Pankaj conceded. "But what can we do? Don't kids have to figure this stuff out for themselves?"

"Not my kid," hissed his wife. She never looked so gorgeous as when she was angry, he thought. "I'm not going to stand by and watch our beautiful son have to deal with a painful rejection that we might have set him up for, do you understand?"

"Okay," Pankaj said, cautiously, "so now what?"

"You just back me up, you hear me? Whatever I say goes."

A sinking feeling pervaded Pankaj as he nodded. He hoped this wasn't the end of the extreme sexual gratification he had been enjoying the last couple of nights.

 

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Akash' day at college had been one of desperately trying to avoid Divya Singhal. If he ever caught sight of her, he had turned around immediately and found his way to the boys' bathroom. Had he really asked her to dress sluttily for their date? And now, it turned out, her father was like the most important guy in town. If things took a sour turn, it might spell disaster for his father's business interests.

He had never felt such relief as when the final bell sounded and he managed to slink out without being noticed by Divya or any of her clique. As he trudged home, his thoughts revolved on what his father had said that morning. Perhaps it would be best if he just called off this ill-fated 'date' with Divya. Or would that just be worse? Would she report back to her father that he was a wuss?

He was so pre-occupied he almost didn't notice the sheet of paper on the floor of the front hall. He picked it up absent-mindedly and looked at it.

Hi Honey – (the note read)

I'm going to be out all afternoon, but I have some errands for you to run. 1. Pick up flowers at Blooms 'n' Such 2. Pick up dry cleaning 3. Call Subway and order an Italian sub the way your Dad likes it, and have them deliver at 6:30 PM

Car keys are on the hall table.

Love, Mom

He looked at the note and frowned. He had planned on relaxing this afternoon, trying to clear his mind, and now he had stupid errands to run. At least he got to drive... and then he saw that the keys were for his Dad's Porsche 911 Turbo. He had never been allowed near that car, it was the apple of his father's eye, as nearly as he could tell. But, he wasn't going to question his good luck, but grabbed the keys and rushed out to the garage.

An hour later, he came back, exhilarated from the speed and handling of the little car. It had been more of a rush than any video game had ever provided him. He had been a little cautious at first, conscious of how much the machine meant to his father. But then, as he was driving on the highway, he let it rip. God, how the car had responded to the slightest move on his part. It seemed to know just what he wanted to do, and almost do it for him.

He had been confused when he found out that the dry-cleaning was his blazer and slacks. He also didn't know what to do when the florist asked him if he wanted to fill out a card to go with the bouquet of flowers he picked up. But still, now, after the thrill of driving a high-precision automobile, he felt like he was flying.

Another note awaited him, telling him to take a shower and shave, and get dressed in his newly pressed clothes, to be ready by 6:45 PM. He shrugged mentally, and went upstairs to his room.

Pankaj Sharma was dejected. He knew a sketchy outline of what his wife had planned, and he wasn't sure that he liked the direction things were heading in. But it was at least partly his own fault, wasn't it? He had encouraged Nandini in this strange new obsession of hers, recognizing the short-term benefits he was enjoying because of it. Now, he wondered what the long-term effects might be.

For example, right now. He was sitting in the dining room with his Italian sub, alone. And just what was going on upstairs? He knew that both his son and his wife were getting dressed up to go out to dinner together, although he was unaware that Akash still had no idea what the plan was. And he was meant to stay at home. "Go along with whatever I say," had been his wife's admonition. He thought he had better stick with it, if he had any hope of continuing the joys of the last few nights.

He heard his son's door close, and the sounds of the teenager coming down the stairs. Against his better judgment, Pankaj stood up and came out to the hallway to see how Akash looked.

"Hey, Dad," the boy said as he came down the last few steps. He looked pretty damned good, actually, Pankaj thought. His hair was combed and gelled off of his face, and he had clearly done a careful job of shaving. In his blue blazer over a pink shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, and a slim pair of khakis, he looked like a young college student. Pankaj couldn't help but admire how well his son filled out his clothes, his swimming prowess shaping the young muscles of his arms and chest. He had a lovely bouquet of flowers in his arms.

"Looking good, Akash," he said.

"Yeah, I guess so, huh?" The teenager smiled sheepishly, showing his good-natured ability to make fun of himself.

"No, really, son. You've turned into quite the young man."

"Uh, sure, Dad. If you say so. Do you know who these flowers are for?"

"For me, silly," came a voice from the top of the stairs. Both men turned to look up.

 

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Nandini Sharma had been having butterflies in her stomach all day long. Was she really going to go through with this plan? Was she really able to take this strange step in the hopes that it would give her son all the confidence he would need for the rest of his life? Or was she overstepping the bounds of normalcy? She was so unsure of herself; but at the same time it was as if the steps of this path were so obvious before her, so easy to take, that she had little choice.

Every little thing had to be just so, and she had written a long checklist to make sure that nothing got left to chance. And now, the shopping was done, the personal hygiene taken care of, the beauty shop visit completed. The final product was going on display, and it had to be done right.

So she had waited for Akash to leave his room and proceed downstairs. As she had hoped, her husband, that patient and loving man who was supporting her through this strange phase of their lives, had gone to meet him and see what he looked like. God, this whole enterprise was so peculiar. And yet it felt so perfectly right. Akash gave her the perfect cue, and she stepped into the limelight of her little drama.

The vision of beauty at the top of the stairs was like something out of a glamour magazine. She had her shining hair left untied, showing off her long graceful neck. Her face was subtly made-up, her full red lips glossed, her eyes startling in their intensity.

The dress she was wearing was startling, to say the least. A skimpy black sleeveless blouse which had very thin strings over her shoulders and it plunged in the front down between her breasts, showing the inner slopes of each one down to where they curved outward. The blouse just ended below her huge breasts and she wore the petticoat just above the her pussy where her pubic hair ended. The saree was carefully draped so that breasts which were covered by her blouse were visible from either side of the pallu.

She had four inch black strappy sandals on her feet, making her legs seem even longer than they looked usually. The whole effect was one of sex personified, and her pose, with one hand on her hip, the other stretched up and lightly touching the wall beside her, only made that sex appeal more apparent. Then she just turned around and stunned both of them. Her blouse was backless and her milky white back was clearly visible. There was no attempt to hide it.

Pankaj and Akash stood transfixed, each unaware of anything but the gorgeous woman standing above them. She started to walk down the stairs towards them, enjoying the gaping look on their faces. Each elegant step was carefully choreographed, crossing the foot in front of the leg behind. And with each step, the dress shifted on her hot body, so that her observers could see the sexy length of that navel and her juggling breasts which were ready to pop out of the tight blouse.

Nandini giggled to herself, as she moved down the stairs. It was all going to be so easy, she realized, and she was finally completely sure that she was doing the right thing. And her reward? It was the surety that Akash would be ready for whatever came his way tomorrow night. Well, perhaps it was a bit more than that, she mused, as she looked at her handsome son.

"You ready, stud?" Her question was addressed to Akash, who blinked, looking astonished that such a gorgeous creature would address him in this way. He nodded, then came to his senses.

"Uh, yeah." His addled brain was fixed with one question: what could she possibly be wearing inside that skimpy blouse? "Here you go, Mom," he said, making to offer the flowers to her.

"Hang on a sec, Mister," she stopped him with one finger on his chest. He looked at her, crestfallen. She laughed lightly. "I think you had better call me Nandini tonight, or people are going to look at us strangely."

'Oh. My. God.' Pankaj thought to himself. 'My wife is really going on a date with our son? Dressed like that?!' And then: 'I hope she is atleast wearing her panties!'

"Nandini," the name sounding weird in the boy's voice, "these are for you."

"Flowers! How lovely." She turned to Pankaj. "Pankaj, would you take care of these for me?" He took the flowers and turned blankly towards the kitchen. "Oh, and Pankaj?" He turned back again. "Wait up for me." His heart soared.

 

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As the door clicked shut behind them, Akash marveled at his good fortune. Here he was, on a date with the hottest woman he had ever met; better yet, she was seemed happy to have him as her date.

"Akash, honey?"

He nodded, turning to look at her. She stood facing him on their front porch, the outdoor light illuminating her from above. There was a breeze that flipped the front of her saree forward every few seconds. She lived up to her name in every way, he thought.

"Some crazy stuff might happen tonight, do you understand?"

"I think so, Nandini."

Her flesh thrilled to hear her call him by her given name. It was so illicit, promising excitement just around the corner.

"It's important that you stay cool no matter what. If you do, there's sure to be a reward for you at the end of it. Got it?"

"Absolutely," he said, his heart racing at her words. The promise of her statement hung between them like electricity. The light caught at her suddenly hard nipples, hidden from his view by the skimpy black blouse.

"Then, I think we're going to have a blast tonight." She walked down the steps towards the Porsche and stood waiting by the door. Akash leapt to the car and opened the door for her to get in. Gracefully, she slipped down to the low seat and pulled her long legs in after her.

Akash raced around to the other side and got in next to his mother. Nandini looked at her handsome boy and shivered in anticipation. No, no, she admonished herself. Tonight is for him, not for you. But couldn't just a little bit be for me?

"I love being in this car, don't you?" She touched her neck softly with her right hand, and then let it slip down her chest, over the exposed skin, to caress the side of her right breast. "It's so sexy being in such a powerful machine."

He watched her finger avidly, as it traveled up the side of her half-exposed tit. It caught briefly on the black blouse, then slipped over to the nub of her nipple. As it circled the delectable protrusion, Nandini let out a low moan. He looked up at her to find her eyes fixed on his. She let them slip down his body, to look pointedly at his groin.

"Not as sexy as being in the car with you," he said. His heart was pounding.

"Mmmmm. I'm glad to hear you say it," his mother replied, wickedly grinning. She let her legs slip slightly apart, allowing the pallu of her saree fall between them. She felt herself getting wet, and hoped that it wouldn't seep out to stain the back of her saree. Well, shit, if it did, it was her doing, and she was doing it for him. Let the world know how turned on she was by her date.

"We're going to Marcel's." Akash blinked at the intrusion of reality, and smiled at his sexy mother, before turning on the ignition. With a roar of the motor, he backed into the street and they were off.

At the restaurant, the hotel manager led them to a secluded table in the back. There were only one or two other tables that even had a partial view of their position. The mother and son found themselves seated next to each other with a view out. The manager gave Akash a knowing look as he left them with their menus.

"So, Akash, are you enjoying yourself?" Nandini leaned forward to lean her face on one hand and look at her son.

"That's kind of a silly question, Nandini," the boy returned.

"Why's that?"

"It's not often that a guy is so lucky to be out with the most beautiful woman in town."

"Ooooh. Flattery, huh?" She grinned at him. "You are a quick learner. Am I really that beautiful?"

"Now you're fishing, Mo—I mean Nandini." He smiled at her, and then looked deliberately down her body. At this position, turned towards him, he felt he could almost see into the blouse. If she turned just a little more, he might be able to see her entire right breast. Even though she was sitting on the back half, he could see the curve of her ass right there in public.

"Well, a girl likes to know specifics, baby," she purred, running a finger down his arm.

"All right," he replied, and turned more towards her. With his hand on his shoulder, he forced her to twist just a bit more in her seat. Nandini could feel the dress shifting on her body, and resisted the urge to look down and see how much she was exposing. This was for Akash, after all.

Akash's eyes feasted on her chest as he moved her. He was gratified to see that the pallu shifted over her tit rather than stay with it. Slowly, the profile of the breast came into view, the darker pink areola, the hard nipple. He held her just in that position, his grip firm, but not painful.

"I love that you are so comfortable with yourself. You are able to wear the slinkiest clothing and make it appear gracious. And with that body, you could wear anything you wanted. It makes a guy feel special that his girl would wear something like this for him."

"Ohhh," she moaned. This was almost too much, allowing her son to see her like this, in public. She put her hand over his on her shoulder, looking deeply into his eyes. "That is maybe the sweetest thing I've ever heard, honey." Akash's eyes, those deep blue intense eyes, looked right back at her. Without thinking, she leaned over towards him, coming ever closer.

Akash watched as his mother moved in towards him. Her smoky eyes were glazed with desire, and her red lips were parted. He moved towards her as well, their faces just inches apart. Her hand slipped down his body to fall on his thigh to steady herself. He felt her warm breath against his lips, and he tilted his face to approach her mouth. The soft touch of her lips on his was like velvet, but warm, alive.

Nandini was in heaven. The strength of his hand on her, the power of his leg under her touch, the sweet gentle feel of his lips on hers was such an overwhelming attraction. And the knowledge that, mere inches from her hand, he was surely throbbing with his own desire only made the moment more memorable.

The kiss they shared was beyond any they had ever had before, so much more than the typical son-mother pecks on the cheek. Her tongue darted out to taste his mouth and made electrifying contact with his.

"Ahem," came the polite cough from a few feet away. They broke apart in confusion. The waitress, politely averting her eyes stood before them. Nandini shrugged adjusted her pallu back into place. She was blushing, but when she looked over to Akash, she saw that he was merely smiling ruefully back at her. She smiled back.

 

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Would Madam and Sir like to order some wine?" The young woman was now looking directly at the couple in the back booth. It had been so hot to see the two of them making out in the restaurant. Even in the dim light, she had seen the woman's naked breast, so casually exposed. Thinking about the situation made her short of breath.

"The lady will have a glass of your pinot noir," Akash said. He didn't really know anything about wines, but he remembered what his mother usually ordered when they went out as a family. "I will be fine with water, thank you." Nandini loved that he had taken charge, and she rubbed his thigh affectionately. They watched together as the pretty waitress turned away to get their drinks.

"Mmmmm..." Nandini murmured, turning back to her son. "You are a naughty boy, aren't you, kissing me like that in public."

"I'd do more than that if I had the chance," he laughed, exulting in the strange freedom he was feeling with his mother.

"Oh, would you, now," the seductress winked. "Tell me what you would do, baby."

The word inflamed Akash beyond belief. His cock was straining in his slacks, and he shifted to make himself more comfortable. With the movement, Nandini's hand slipped higher on his leg. With shock, he realized that her hand was less than an inch from the distended head of his erection. But he was beyond caring, so he pretended to consider his mother's question.
"Well, let's see." He looked over the incredibly hot woman next to him, so familiar and yet so foreign. "I would run my hand over your leg, here," and he dropped his hand to mirror hers on her left leg. Her skin was so soft and warm.

"Then, I would caress you, higher," slipping his hand upward, so that his fingers came into contact with the top of her petticoat where the saree was tucked in.

"Oooohhh," Nandini encouraged, letting her eyes close sexily.

"And inside," and his fingertips slipped under the edge of the petticoat. The young mother's legs relaxed, falling a little apart.

"And lower," came the whisper, and her heart inflamed with love for her wonderful son, who understood so clearly what they both wanted. Her head fell backwards, and she slouched slightly in the chair, trying to urge those teasing fingers lowerto her center.

Akash watched in amazement at how easily his mother gave in to him. She was offering herself to him, right here, in the sight of other diners, in this fancy restaurant.. His fingers were resting lightly on her lower abdomen, inches away from her sex.

"And I would kiss you right here," he continued softly, leaning over so that he could bring his mouth into contact with her neck. The soft caress of his lips on her sensitive neck caused Nandini to moan again. Her hand slipped higher up his leg, and suddenly found itself in contact with something incredibly hard and pulsating.

'Oh my God,' Nandini's brain screamed. 'I'm touching my son's cock!'

The knowledge that his mother was naked under the dress, naked! And that she was allowing him to see it, and that her soft tiny fingers were lying on his erection. It was almost too much for the young man. But he recalled his mother's advice to stay cool, and managed to stop himself from ripping off her dress right there in the restaurant.

"Ahem," came the young waitress' interruption for the second time that night. 'My God,' she thought, watching the gorgeous couple neck, 'they've really got it bad tonight!'

Akash's free hand came down on top of his mother's trapping it against his cock. She let out a light squeak of shock as she felt it bound under her hand. It felt huge, like nothing she'd ever felt before. His free hand stayed where it was between her legs. She felt flushed, hot and bothered, unable to think clearly. She had to get rid of this fog surrounding her thoughts.

"Your wine, Madam," the girl said, bringing the glass around to Nandini's plate. Looking down, she saw the woman's lewdly displayed cleavage with her saree hardly covering those melons and the edge of her trimmed pubic hair on her lower abdomen.

Nandini saw the girl look down in her lap and almost cried aloud in embarrassment. But then, as the girl leaned down, she saw the girl's young nipples pushing hard through her white blouse.

'She likes it,' thought the aroused woman. 'She likes seeing us like this.' And she smiled up at the girl, letting her pallu slide even further apart. She felt like the world's biggest slut, exposing herself in this crazy way to a complete stranger. But she was out of control now, and loving it.

Akash watched his mother's reactions, recognizing each in turn, the shock, the shame, and then the excitement. He also saw the waitress' reaction as his mother's pallu moved apart. Her eyes were glued to the space between Nandini's breasts, and he helped the situation by flicking away the edge of the saree. All three watched as the pallu fell down on the outside of her left hand.

The sight of her aroused nipples was beyond belief. The nipples were waiting to burst out of that skimpy blouse, showing off her deepest secrets. Without thinking, Akash again slid his fingers inside Nandini’s petticoat and let his finger rub the length of that exposed slit, feeling the wetness there, before twirling once around his mother's clit. She shuddered, the touch sending all kinds of electricity through her sex.

 

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You guys are too awesome," the waitress whispered. "But try to keep it under control, okay? I don't want the boss to find out." Akash winked at her, before pulling his mother's pallu back over her.

"No problem," he said, smiling.

The waitress looked at him, marveling at his confidence. She quirked a smile back at him, and placed his water in front of him.

"Why don't you two take a minute to decide what you'll be ordering, and I'll be back."

Nandini was blinking, trying to get herself under control again, and she looked over at Akash. He looked directly at her, and then put his finger in his mouth, sucking the juice off of it. The juice that had come directly from her aroused pussy.

"Oh, you're good, kid," she smiled. "I don't think I have much to teach you. Where did all of this come from?"

"Come from? From you, Nandini," he smiled. "You inspire me."

"Well, you're definitely on the right track for that reward." And she squeezed his cock with her hand still trapped under his. The shaft felt so thick, so powerful. And it bounded under her fingers.

They ate their meal lingeringly, with smoldering glances for the other. Throughout, Nandini kept a possessive hand on her son's cock, massaging it and keeping it erect. She loved tracing its length from top to bottom, wondering how long it was, how it compared with Pankaj'. And every once in a while, Akash would let his fingers travel inside his mother's petticoat to dally in her hot pussy, exploring the naked folds. He would allow his fingertip to penetrate just slightly into her hole, feeling the sucking walls surround him.

Nandini delighted in the sensation of her son exploring the place he came from all those years before. And he would always take good care to clean his finger with his tongue after each journey. Once, when she saw the waitress on her way back to the table, she captured his hand before it could get there and brought the finger instead to her own lips. Looking the waitress right in the eyes, she licked the tangy moisture off her son's finger. She felt Akash's cock pulse under her as he watched her salacious action. The waitress' eyes closed and she supported herself on the table for a second.

"Oh god," she whispered, "I think I just came. I've never seen anything as sexy as you two. Have you been together long?"

"Just tonight," said Akash.

"All of our lives," said Nandini at the same time. They looked at each other and giggled.

"Well, all I can say is that I hope I get as lucky as you guys. Can I get you anything else?"

"What else could we need?" Nandini smiled at her son's statement.

"How about the check," she said, her eyes sparkling. The young woman took a deep breath, turned away. When she was gone, Akash took out 2000 Rs note.

"Let's leave her something to remember us by," he whispered. Nandini's eyes widened as he took the 2000 Rs note and slipped it between her legs. With a gentle swipe, he drew it along the length of her sopping pussy, and then, taking it out, folded it lengthwise to seal the juice within, before leaving it on the table.

"How considerate," Nandini laughed, and leaned over to kiss her son. It was a soul-searching kiss, with tongues fully extended and dueling together. Mother and son were connected as they had never been before, hungrily devouring each other.

And when they got up to leave, Akash adjusted his achingly hard cock so that it wasn't quite so obvious. But Nandini had no recourse for the large damp spot on the back of her dress.

 

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In the car on the way home, Akash's brain was still whirling from the events of the night. He had been making out with his Mom, for crying out loud! But better than that, he had been so sure of himself with every step of the way. Maybe it was because she was so clearly willing, so obviously into what he was doing.

He could still taste his mother's juices on his tongue, the tangy flavor so sweet to him. And, he remembered, she would have the same taste on her tongue! Wow, this whole evening had been too wild. And she had promised him some reward as well! Perhaps they would look at some more porn together.

Nandini, too, was quiet, thinking through everything she had done that night. Some of it had been according to plan, but Akash had been more inventive than she had expected. The way he had involved the waitress in their games had blown her mind. She was still dripping thinking about the look on the girl's face when Akash had shown her Nandini's cleavage. But it was time now for the next phase.

"Akash?"

"Yeah, Nandini?"

"First, it's time to start calling me Mom again, if you don't mind."

"Sure thing, 'Mom,'" he replied, patting her high up on her left leg, and then leaving his hand there. His strong touch took her breath away. He was so sure of himself now! Everything was going so well.

"Second, I have a few questions for you."

"Okay, shoot."

"One: do you think Divya Singhal will look as beautiful as I did tonight?"

"Huh? Divya Singhal? No, I guess not."

"Two: do you think she will dress as sexily?"

"Hmmm..." Akash pondered, his hand absently rubbing the inside of Nandini's thigh. The warmth emanating from her pussy enveloped his fingers. "Well, she did say she was going to dress pretty hot, but I don't imagine she'd go out in such a skimpy dress with no bra or panties."

"Mm-hmm. Three: do you think she would let you do the wonderful stuff we did tonight?"

"Good question, Mom," Akash said. He let his fingers slide onto his mother's puffy labia, still slick with her secretions. He loved that he was driving his Dad's car while fingering his Mom. His cock was still hard as steel, and he couldn't wait to get home so he could relieve the tension there.

Nandini loved the feel of her son's hand on her. However, she had been riding the edge of an orgasm all night, and she wanted the feeling to last. She grasped his wrist lightly and urged it away from her center.

"Answer the question, Mister."

He reluctantly obeyed her, and thought carefully.

"Well, Mom, all I can say is I'm not sure. She has a reputation as a pretty wild girl, that's for sure. But in any case, whatever she came up with would never be as crazy as what we've been doing."

"That's my boy. You got all three questions correct, so you definitely win the prize tonight. But I want you to remember this: no matter who you go out with in the future, no matter how terrifying it might be, you will always know that you got your own mother to show off her pussy in public. You licked her juices off of your finger in front of a complete stranger. You made her so hot that she Frenched you after sucking her juices off of you. You have nothing to be worried about. Do you understand?"

With each sentence, with each dirty word his mother said, Akash' cock jumped a little in his pants.

"You mean," he rasped, roughly grasping her thigh, "that because I was able to get my mother to hold my cock for the whole of dinner, rubbing me with her little hand in a restaurant, I don't have to feel scared of anything Divya Singhal might challenge me with?"

"Oh, honey, you've got it," Nandini moaned, her senses flooding as she heard her son describe how she jacked him through his pants all night. She grabbed Akash' hand and pulled it tight against her sopping slit, and burst into a wild orgasm, right there, in her husband's car. Akash felt her spasm under his hand, the tender peach of her pussy throbbing wetly against his fingers. His heart soared as he witnessed his mother in the most private of ecstasies.

"Ohhhh! Oh," she sighed, coming down from the intense high. "Ohhh. Shit. Now you made your Mommy cum, too."