Incest Seduction within the family

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Pankaj Sharma had been on tenterhooks all evening. He couldn't concentrate on anything. His work sat undone, the television blared without his noticing it. He was pacing in the living room, wondering where his wife and son were. He had watched them go out together, Nandini dressed like a fucking slut, practically begging to be taken advantage of. And what had he done about it?

"Nothing," he growled, out loud. "Fucking shit, that's what I did."

But part of him knew that if it happened again, he would again stand aside. In fact, that was why his penis was like a steel rod in his pants. Every once in a while, he would stroke it through his clothes. It felt as hard and as long as he had ever known it. Because, truth be told, this was as intensely exciting a scenario as he had ever imagined.

His wife was out on a hot date with their son.

"Oh shit," he groaned as he felt a shiver run through his whole being. He couldn't touch himself or he would explode. And he wanted so desperately to save that feeling for a while longer. He had an idea it would only get better.

He heard the soft purr of the Porsche (HIS Porsche, mind you), as the sleek car pulled into the driveway. The car stopped, the engine shut off. For several agonizing moments nothing happened. He didn't dare look out the window, the pain and desire warring within his mixed-up psyche. In his mind's eye he pictured the beautiful woman in the skimpy black saree and the handsome boy in the blazer leaning towards each other to share a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss.

"Ohhhh FUUUCKK," he nearly screamed. What kind of torture was this?

The car door slammed shut, first one, and then after a few seconds, the other. He imagined the couple proceeding up the front walk. Maybe they were holding hands? No, maybe the boy had his hand around the woman's waist. Or worse, her shoulder, letting his fingers dangle down to touch the upper swell of her breast. His cock was ready to explode. He only hoped his heart could take this.

 

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Does a guy get a good-night kiss on the first date?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

Akash leaned close to his mother, his eyes searching hers. All he saw was nervous excitement, acceptance. She was still flushed from her orgasm of minutes before, her eyes sparkling, her lips full and parted. Her tongue anxiously darted out to wet those lips.

And he kissed her again, hungrily attacking her mouth with his. Their tongues met in a wild duel of sexual appetite. Her slim body molded itself against his, her breasts squashed against his powerful chest. He could feel the hot peaks of her nipples through his thin shirt.


Akash loved the feel of his cock caught between their bodies, and wanting to increase the pressure on his erection, pulled her tight, one hand on her back, the other lower. His mother accepted the move, pulling deeply into him. His hand fell lower, lower, onto the exciting curve of her ass, the firm cheek thinly disguised by the black dress. He let his fingers curl into the crack of her butt, pushing the material deep.

Nandini felt the fingers in the depths of her ass, pushing further, seeking more deeply. She crushed her mouth harder against her son's mouth, urging him further. And when she felt the slide of his middle finger reach that most private of holes, she moaned deeply into her boy.

"Mmmmm...," she murmured, pulling away from the intense kiss, but not disengaging her body from the contact with his fingers or his cock. "Careful there, Cowboy," she purred sexily. "Gotta save something for later, you know."

"Do I really have to, Mom?" Akash let his finger rub over what he was pretty sure was her asshole. That sexy sexy place he had been wishing to see ever since she had stood leaning on his desk with her ass pushed towards him.

"Yes, son," she giggled, "you really have to. That is, if you want your special reward."

Reluctantly, the handsome boy let his fingers slide out from that special haven, drifting down the back of her leg in a loving caress. He allowed his mother to pull away, while she found the key in her purse.

 

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Those few minutes when he knew that Nandini and Akash were out of the car but not in the house seemed endless to Pankaj. But when he heard the key in the lock, he hurried to his office, trying desperately to seem unconcerned. The front door opened, and he popped his head out to greet his family.

The sight of them was mind-blowing. His beautiful wife's carefully coiffed hair was in disarray, strands stuck to her face in the light sheen of sweat that covered her. Her lips looked bruised, her dress wrinkled.

And Akash looked as bad, his eyes bright, his cheeks flushed. And the way he turned quickly away suggested to his father that he was hiding the physical evidence of their mutual arousal.

"Did you have a good time, folks?" Pankaj hoped his cheery voice didn't sound too strained.

"Of course," Nandini replied, calmly, as she tucked her hair behind one ear. "Akash, sweetie, go upstairs and get ready. I'll be there shortly."

The boy bounded up the stairs, his face flaming hot. He had known that it might be strange facing his father after his date with his mother, but it was more difficult than he had imagined. Even so, he knew what he wanted, and that involved obeying his mother's wishes right now. And in any case, he thought, as he closed the door to his room and took off his blazer, wasn't it Dad who told him to go ahead with this? He was pretty sure that his father hadn't known what he was referring to when he asked him about pursuing a relationship with an older woman, he reminded himself as he stripped down to his boxers, but even so.

Downstairs, Nandini smiled serenely at her husband, and started to proceed up the stairs herself. Pankaj panicked, and raced out to follow her. He couldn't miss the way her exposed her curved back, and his cock pulsed again in his pants.

"Honey," he said in a strained voice, "what did you mean by Akash getting ready?"

"Do you really want to know?" Nandini kept on walking up the stairs. Pankaj came up behind her.

"Shouldn't I?" She turned to face him. He saw self-assurance on her pretty features.

"I'm sure I don't know," she replied carelessly, raising one eyebrow. He was two steps below her, and he saw how hard her nipples were. In fact, there was a definite odor about her, one that hitherto he had associated only with their bedroom. He found himself at a loss for words. She shrugged, and turned around again, entering their bedroom. He followed helplessly.

In their bedroom, she slipped the pallu off of her shoulders and started removing her saree. Then she removed her blouse and petticoat and let it slide down her flawless body into a pool around her high-heeled sandals. Underneath, as he had known all along, she was completely naked. Her pussy lips appeared swollen and dark pink, her breasts suffused in a light blush, the nipples hard and proud, peaked on each perfect mound.

She sat on the edge of the bed. She felt no concern at all about how she must appear to her lawfully wedded husband. After all, he was a willing party in this game from early on. He must have known the consequences, after all. She pulled one leg up to undo the strap, allowing the man she had loved all of these years to see how inflamed her sex was.

And he missed none of it. The inner lips were practically bright red, and her clit, so naked now with the familiar pubic hair removed, stood forth like a sentinel at the top of that tender slit. Every few seconds, the hole at the center pulsed lightly, evidence of her still burning desire. She was like a living symbol of sexuality. He watched speechlessly as she undid the first sandal, then, leaving her legs wide spread, turned to undo the other.

 

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H-honey," he stammered. She looked up at him, still exposing herself fully to him.

"Yes, dear?"

"I- I feel so confused."

"I don't," she replied confidently. "And I'm really not that sure that you do either."

"Huh?"

She stood up, the second sandal dangling from her finger, and approached him, Venus-like in her naked splendor. With her other finger, she traced down his chest, smiling at him all along, her gorgeous eyes smoky with lust. And when her finger found his cock, straining at the front of his pants, he nearly jumped out of his skin. She swirled her fingertip around the head of his erection.

"This bad boy down here is pretty clear on how he feels, isn't he?"

He could only nod.

"Save it for me, sweetie, won't you?"

He closed his eyes and gasped in relief. She would come back to him.

Nandini stood outside her son's door for the fourth night in a row. She realized now that she had been fooling herself the last three nights. Yes, it was true that she was helping her son out. It was perfectly clear that he had gained a level of sexual confidence that he had lacked previously. However, she was definitely there for herself as well.

How had this happened, she wondered, this strange attraction to her son? She was a perfectly normal woman, at least up until this week. Perhaps it was seeing her son masturbating, and realizing just how much he resembled his father. Or, worse, was it just because those pictures inflamed her outrageously, and she associated them with her boy?

It was too late to worry about that now. She had made up her mind, and dressed accordingly. Akash was about to get his reward.

She opened the door.

Akash watched the door open, casually leaning back against his headboard. He was still wearing his boxers, as had been their routine, but this time he sat on top of the covers, not bothering to hide the incredible erection he had been sustaining all night. His balls felt tight, almost painful in their desire to release the load of sperm he had been building up. But he held his hands behind his head, smiling lazily as his mother entered his bedroom.

She was wearing an amazing outfit. It was a white corset with a shelf bra, so that her tits lay on top of the lingerie, fully exposed, the perky nipples pointing upwards. The bottom of the corset was like a garter belt, and attached to thigh high white stockings. She had a tiny g-string on under the straps of the garter which barely pretended to cover her sex. In fact, the little string of the panties had slipped between her lips, so that they engulfed it.

He whistled softly.

"Pretty fucking nice, Mom."

"You like?"

"How could I not? Everything about you is designed to make a man go wild."

"Not just any man, silly boy. You."

Akash gasped as she said it. This was too awesome. She strutted over to his bedside, standing next to him. Her legs seemed so long in this outfit, so well defined by the stockings.

"So, we gonna look at more porn?"

"Uh-uh," she whispered. "I'm your porn tonight."

Wordlessly, he reached up and put a finger on her right nipple, feeling the hard nub and the tender skin around it. She moaned softly, closing her eyes. The feel of her son's finger on her was a balm that soothed her jangling nerves. This was so right, so wrong.

"I want to see you, too," she murmured, looking intensely down at him. He calmly lifted his hips up off the bed, invitingly. She found herself kneeling down next to him, reaching out with her hands to grasp the sides of his boxers. His skin was so hot! With a finger on each side, she started to work the boxers over his hips. His hand slipped around the side of her torso, down her back to the bare cheeks of her ass. He filled his grip with the firm flesh of her butt, amazed at the solid yet soft feel of her.

As the waistband of the boxers came down, it snagged on the head of his cock and pulled it straight up. She saw the dense tangle of his pubic forest, so manly, like a lion's mane. The base of his cock was visible and it looked thick, so thick and solid. She leaned further down and placed her head on his stomach, looking down at the monster still concealed by his underwear. Her heart was pounding, but she had an undeniable need to see the rest.

Akash felt her breath, quick and shallow, riffle through his pubic hair and tickle his shaft. He had a beautiful view now of her back down to her exquisite ass, the tiny g-string running between her cheeks. He so wanted to see between her legs, that awesome view from the back where everything is presented so neatly. But he knew the power of the moment lay in his own unveiling, so he contented himself with caressing her ass lightly.

The waistband rose up, up, ever higher up the long hard shaft of the cock in front of her. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation, her eyes wide, fixated on the increasing evidence of her son's adulthood. She was close enough to see the little bumps where each hair grew out of the erection. There was a gorgeous blue vein along one side that pulsed along with the rhythm she could hear in Akash' body, the signs of his life, his vitality all around her, overwhelming her.

There was the darker circle where he had been circumcised. So close now. So close. The flanged rim of his dark purple glans came into view, and then, the whole cock slipped from its imprisonment and slapped down on his belly right in front of her. She was faced with the head of his cock, less than an inch away from her, gleaming softly in the light. Her tongue snaked out uncontrollable to taste that wetness that her son had produced.

Akash felt her warm tongue rasp across the head of his cock and groaned aloud. He was so excited, he knew it would take less than the tiniest stimulation to make him explode, so he reached down to pull his mother's head away from his cock.

Nandini felt his strong hand in her hair, but she couldn't stop now. The taste of him filled her mouth, the slippery saltiness of his pre-cum. She had to taste more. She was addicted. So she slipped lower down and captured the head of him between her red lips.

"Oh... Fuck! Mom! Noooo..."

She felt him jerk, felt the head of his cock expand within the confines of her mouth. Her tongue worked lovingly over the sensitive area just below the glans. And then his crisis was upon him. His hips jerked upward, pushing several inches of him deep into her mouth. Her eyes flew wide with the sudden invasion of her mouth, but she kept still, letting him savor the hot feel of her around him.

The first rope of his cum exploded out of him and splashed deep in her mouth. She started swallowing frantically, her tongue working around his shaft. That first ejaculation had been too deep for her to taste, but he pulled back for the second, and this time his flavor filled her mouth with its sticky thickness. It was sweet beyond belief, this life-giving fluid that her son's body had created.

And then her mouth started to overflow with the huge amount of spend. A little rivulet of white escaped and flowed down her chin. She swallowed as much as she could, until at last, he only dribbled a small flow, which she licked up with her cum-coated tongue. His cock, still as hard as rock slipped from her mouth to slap wetly against his stomach. She savored the manly flavor of him still lingering, before sitting up to look at her boy.

"Ohhhhh... Shit, Mom," he groaned, "that was fucking fantastic." He opened his eyes lazily, looking at her.

 

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She smiled, and daintily wiped the stray sperm from her chin before sucking on her fingers to enjoy the last drops.

"Yes, it was, son. I loved every second of it."

Akash sat up and removed his boxers. He then stood up next to her, while she curled sexily on top of his bed.

"Mom, could you do something else for me?"

"Anything, Akash."

"Would you pose like that girl in the first picture?"

"Why," she giggled, "I thought you'd never ask!"

She stretched her arms over her head, so that her tits pulled taut on her chest, then sat up on her knees in front of her naked son. Pulling him down to her, she settled her mouth on his, attacking his tongue with hers. He felt the hard tips of her nipples against his bare chest, and his cock against her corset.

"Mmmm. You kiss good, son."

She turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder at him with a sexy smile, then settled herself down on the bed on her elbows and knees so that her ass was pushed up into the air towards him. She wiggled her legs apart. She knew she was opened up for him, displaying everything she normally should hide from a son. How wicked this was, how sinfully delightful!

He took in the sight before him. Just like that redhead, her ass cheeks were wide open, the little string of the g-string passing over her pretty dark pink anus, and below, captured by the thick lips of her pussy, which pulsed in her excitement. The thin material was drenched by her juices.

The boy grasped his mother's ass cheeks and pulled them further apart, opening her up as much as possible. His thumbs gripped deep in the cleft of her ass, stretching the tender skin there. He leaned his torso forward and settled his still achingly hard cock into that valley, fitting it neatly between the plump cheeks so that the underside of his erection dragged across her anus.

Nandini had never felt so alive. The thick hardness of him against her most intimate place. She had only ever had anal sex once, and that had been more to satisfy her lover of the time. It had not been particularly comfortable, and she did not pursue it again. But now, her anus throbbed in excitement. Would he take her there? She held her breath.

Akash was in heaven, also. Every inch of his cock felt electric. He dragged the length of him up and down her ass, the string of her panties the only barrier between him and her. His Mom was leaning deeply into the bed, her head turned away from him so he could only see her hair. He pulled down now, the head of his cock slipping deep into her ass cleft. He looked down and saw it poised right over her anus, his sensitive skin rubbing against the dark wrinkles of her hole.

But just below, sat the juicy lips of her pussy, and he needed that, too. So he continued his journey down to her sex, the head of his cock pushing those lips apart. With a little grunt he seated the end of his cock between them, seating the string of her g-string deep into the canal of her vagina. His mother gasped.

Was this going to be the moment, she wondered, the moment when her son re-entered where he came from? The feeling of the bulbous head at the doorway to her depths was taking her breath away. But no, she felt it slip out, making a light sucking noise, and it glided gently over her clit.

"Ooooohhhhh, Akash," she groaned, "that's too fucking much, baby."

Akash grinned to himself. He wasn't done by a long shot. With one hand he began to undo the snaps of her garters, allowing the stockings to slip down her long white legs. Now freed, he pulled the g-string over her wondrous ass and slipped it down her legs. It stuck wetly to her pussy, the string working out of her.

"Mmmm, nice," she murmured.

"I agree, Mom," he laughed, "it's so fucking 'nice.'" Her sex lay glistening in front of him, the lips suffused with blood. Her rosebud winked at him above the end of that long slit. It was a feast, and he was determined to eat. He knelt behind her and began to lick the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh! What are you doing?" Her squeal turned into a moan as he worked his tongue over her ass, moving ever inward.

"No, Akash," she said urgently, "no, honey, you can't dooooo that! Oh, fuck, it's too fucking dirty, sweetie!" But she made no movement to stop him, her cries only encouraging him deeper. In fact, she felt her hips move back towards him as he traveled the last inch to come into contact with that dirtiest of places.
He felt the wrinkled skin under his tongue and rejoiced in the feel of it. It tasted a little bitter, but so sweet as well, the feel of his mother's asshole. He worked around it with his tongue, the rim of muscles bunching against him. With one hand he steadied her ass, and with the other he reached under her to tease her pussy. And when his fingers found her clit, she jerked, shaking.

She was all electricity. How could this be so exciting? Her asshole was so sensitive, it was like she had two clits, one on either side. His tongue now pushed against her, and wondrously slipped inside, stimulating her anus on all sides at once.

"Ohhhhhh... Fuuuuuuuck, you sweet, sweet boy!!"

Her anus captured his tongue and held it there, as he lovingly rimmed her out. He had never done this before, but it felt so natural, so perfect with his mother. He could think of nowhere else he would ever want to be but settled between her ass cheeks. Her clit was pulsing under his fingers, and she was continuously moaning into the bedsheets, pushing her ass out against his mouth. He started pushing in and out with his tongue.

It was like a miniature cock inside her, so insistent, moving back and forth within her. His fingers worked magic on her clit at the same time, so that she found herself, almost against her will, pulled over the edge of an incredibly intense orgasm.

"Maaaaaax! Oh, oh, oh, OHHHHHHHHH!"

She writhed and shivered under his tongue and fingers, the orgasm ripping through her like a hurricane. She pushed hard against him, deep-seating his tongue inside her ass, then collapsed down onto the bed, trapping his hand against her hot wet quim.

"Oh. Oh. Oh, shit, Akash. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" Her breath came in ragged gasps. He leaned his face sideways against her ass, the hot skin like the best cushion in the world.

"I think it just came naturally, Mom."

"Well, if that's natural to you, I'd hate to see what kinky is," she giggled, and they both found themselves laughing. He slipped next to her on the bed, and she locked eyes with him.

"Kiss me, you wonderful boy," she smiled.

He leaned into her, that tongue that had just been up her ass now probing forcefully between her lips. She tasted herself on him, a thought that up until now would have disPankajted her. But how could she deny him, this boy that had given her so wonderful an experience?

They kissed passionately, mother and son. His cock throbbed, harder than ever, and then he turned her onto her back, and she spread her legs willingly for him. He settled himself on top of her, supporting himself on his outstretched arms. They looked intently into each other's eyes, and then the mother reached down and grasped the shaft of her son's hardness, pulling it into her soft wetness.

The contact was electrifying. The heat generated by the two organs of procreation urged them together, to complete the circuit. His cock slipped inch by inch into the canal that he had come out of so many years before. And when he was fully seated inside her, they breathed out together.

"I love you, Mom."

"And I love you too, Akash."

 

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Pankaj couldn't help but hear each and every moan coming from his son's bedroom. Hearing his wife cry out like that was intense. More intense was knowing that it was their son who was satisfying her so perfectly. The cries of sexual passion increased in volume and urgency.

"Oh, oh, OHHH, GOD! That's so gooooood!"

"Mom, oh fuck, oh Mom, I love this, ohhhhhhh!"

And he knew they came together, there in his house, just down the hall. And still he waited, waited for her to fulfill her promise.

And when she came into their room, her hair wild, her face sweaty, her chest heaving, her tits flushed, her pussy red and dripping, he knew he was as deeply in love as he could be.

"Take off those clothes, Pankaj," she ordered, her eyes flashing. He obeyed as quickly as he could. "Now lie down on the bed." He leaped to the bed and lay on his back, his hard hard erection pulsing in the air.

She prowled towards him, then climbed over him, positioning her inflamed pussy over his face.

"Eat me," she growled, settling herself down.

He had no choice. The sopping pussy was pressed against him. His tongue snaked out to taste her. And to taste something else as well. The deeply salty, slightly bitter taste of his own son's cum dripping out of his mother's well-used cunt. He drank the bitter draught down, accepting the consequences of his decisions. He lapped at the well of her sex, pushing as deep inside her as he could in search of more of his son's white deposits.

"Fuck meeee," Nandini screamed, loving the attack of her husband's tongue inside her, his acceptance, her sexual satisfaction. And when he fastened his lips around her distended clit, she exploded for the fourth time that night.

"Mmmm," she said as she slid down his body, "that's what you get, Pankaj." She kissed him deeply, tasting herself and her son in his mouth. He kissed avidly back.

"But now," she continued, "you get your reward, too." Her decision had been made only just that night, when Akash had been sucking on her ass. She slipped lower down, and took him in her mouth. It was amazing how different father and son were. Although not particularly longer, Pankaj' cock was definitely thicker. She shuddered at the implications, but made sure to slobber her saliva all over his shaft. She knew that she was certainly wet enough.

And when she was satisfied that he was fully lubricated, she positioned herself in a squat above her wonderful husband and placed the thick tip of his cock directly against her ass hole. She bore down and pushed down at the same time, and was amazed to feel how easily the head of him slipped inside of her.

Pankaj looked on in amazement. He had been passive until now, but the feel of her sphincter around the head of his erection was a spur to action. He grabbed her around the hips and started pulling her down. Her eyes flew open wide as she felt him probe deeper and deeper into her bowels.

"Oh, shit, Pankaj," she whispered, "be gentle, please?"

Every inch or so, he paused to allow her to get used to the thickness of him. Also, it gave him a chance to come down off the intense high of being inside her ass for the first time. And then, he was completely inside her, and her bottom was against his thighs. Her legs were spread wide apart, her swollen pussy stared at him, so red from the multiple ravagings it had received that night. He wet a finger in his mouth and slid it inside her, feeling his cock through the thin membrane that separated them.


"Mmmmm, that's sooooo fucking hot, lover," she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. Her breasts heaved with her breath. He worked his finger in and out, rubbing over the length of his own erection from within her. And then she started to move her hips, pulling up and down his cock, little by little, more and more, increasing her rhythm and speed. She could feel every ridge of his cock rub over her tender ass hole.

And then, suddenly, wildly, he flipped her around on his cock, and took her from behind, standing against the edge of the bed, sawing his hardness into her with a ferocity she had never experienced before. Incredibly, she felt the waves of pleasure overtaking her for the fifth time that night. How was it possible? She had never thought she could cum from something in her ass.

And Pankaj, too, was cresting, until with a howl, he pushed all the way deep into her, his pulsing cock depositing its cream deep into her bowels. Nandini screamed too, her own orgasm pushing her over the edge. She could feel every spurt of him deep inside her, where she had never known such heat.

They collapsed together on the bed, still joined by his cock deep inside her ass and fell soundly asleep in seconds.

 

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Every morning was better than the one before. Nandini was sighing with complete relaxation as she stood at the kitchen counter. She felt suffused with contentment. A golden glow surrounded everything. And deep within her, she could feel the little burn that signified a well-fucked pussy.

"And ass," she laughed quietly to herself, the tender opening of her anus still feeling bruised from the fucking it had received the night before. She had awoken to feel her husband's soft cock still embedded in the completely relaxed sphincter. With a little 'plop' it had fallen out when she turned over. Pankaj didn't even awaken, but just turned over and continued sleeping.

Friday morning, she thought to herself. Tonight was Akash' big date. She didn't think it would be a problem for him. Not with his newfound confidence.

She felt two strong arms encircle her waist and pull her back to a tight embrace.

"Morning, Mom," came her son's voice. She felt the insistent throb of his penis nestled deep in her ass. She nearly swooned, thinking of the last time she had felt that.

"Ooohh, lover, what a way to say good morning," she husked.

His mom was wearing a thin satin robe that came down just below her ass. By the feel of her, there was nothing underneath. Akash ground his cock against her firm butt, loving how she pushed back at him. He was wearing simple cotton pajama pants, nothing on top. He slipped his hands up to cup her tits through the gown.

"You like?"

"How could I not, Akash. But," she continued, pulling her ass from him, "we've got to take it easy, honey. Your Dad will be coming downstairs soon."

"Soon," he replied, pulling her back to him. "Not now."

Oh God, she thought, I can't resist him. She turned her head over her shoulder and met his mouth in a lover's kiss. His hand went inside her gown to knead her breast, the tender nipple mauled by his insistent grasp.

"Oh Akash, no," she whined, "you've got to stop now," but her ass ground back into his cock without cease.

He smiled wickedly, and pulled her nightgown over her ass. With one hand he slipped his hard long cock out of his pajamas. It slithered between her legs and lay underneath her tender sex. The wetness there coated him quickly.

"Your mouth says to stop, but your pussy has other ideas," he growled, sawing his erection back and forth across her slit. He was so hard she thought she could sit on his cock and it would support her weight entirely.

"Oh fuck," she whispered, tipping her hips back so that the head of his cock caught in her wet hole. With a mighty thrust he filled her completely, the slap of his belly against her ass loud in the quiet kitchen. This was so wrong. How could she let him do this? How could he overcome her so easily?

He held her tits tightly in his hands, using them as leverage to bang her mercilessly. The sound of their coupling filled the room, the slippery whisper of their flesh against each other proof positive of her own excitement. They grunted quietly as he filled her again and again.

"Nandini?"

She froze, her eyes wide as she heard Pankaj call from upstairs. Akash didn't even miss a beat, pushing hard into her so that her breath left her with a soft "oof." She frowned back at him, and he smiled again, so charming, so sinful. He slipped back out, his cock like a saber, her pussy feeling so empty as it withdrew. Pausing at the end, he slowly went right back in again. The head rubbed deliciously over the most sensitive parts of her. She closed her eyes in surrender.

"Nandini!"

"I—I'm in the k-kitchen," she managed to stutter, as Akash started to pick up speed again.

"Have you seen my red tie?"

Slap-slap-slap.

"Mmmm..." she tried desperately to think. How could she stop him from coming in here?

"In the closet, I think?" Her hands gripped the counter to steady herself. The sensations were starting to build, increased by the surreal situation.

"I looked there!" She could hear his footsteps on the stairs, starting to come down. Akash increased the speed of his thrusts, and she started to cum.

"Oh!" escaped her mouth. Akash' face was deep in concentration.

"Honey? What's wrong?" Pankaj' voice sounded full of concern. He was nearing the bottom of the stairs. He would be in the kitchen in any second.

"Uh, uh, uh... Maybe it's d-downstairs in the l-laundry room," she said, as her orgasm overtook her. She felt Akash push once more deep inside, and felt the base of his cock pulsing against her distended labia. He was coming once again into her very depths.


The kitchen door started to open, and Akash was all at once leaning casually by the counter, pouring himself some orange juice. The front of his pajama bottoms were damp, but he thought his Dad wouldn't notice that.

Nandini turned to face Pankaj, hoping that she wasn't too obviously sexually aroused.

"In the laundry room?" Pankaj looked over at his wife. She seemed a little red in the face, but otherwise okay. She was leaning over the counter, reading the newspaper. Akash was on the other side of the kitchen.

"Oh, hey, son. I didn't know you were up."

"Morning, Dad," Akash said, smiling. How fucking awesome was this? He had just taken his mother in full daylight, and she had done nothing to stop him!

"Yes, Pankaj. I think maybe it was still around one of your shirts last week."

"Right," Pankaj said, striking his forehead. He walked across the kitchen to the door to the basement. A slither of Akash' cum escaped Nandini's pussy and wetly dripped down her leg, but her husband didn't see. When he was down the stairs, she quickly wiped her leg with a paper towel and turned to look accusingly at her son.

"What was that," she hissed.

Akash shrugged. Nandini knew something would have to change. But it would also have to wait until after tonight.

 

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Divya Singhal stood in her walk-in closet, rejecting outfit after outfit. How the fuck had she gotten herself into this mess? Akash Sharma was pretty cute, she allowed, but what had made her promise to dress 'hot' for their date? There was something about his nonchalance, his careless attitude towards her that excited her outrageously. Maybe it was just that she was so bored with all of those puppies who tried to go out with her. Why couldn't they step up and be men?

Of course, she reflected, it might have something to do with how stunningly beautiful she was. She struck a pose and looked at herself in the mirror. The image that looked back at her was too sexy for words.

"I'd tap that," she giggled.

She adjusted her red lace bra on her full boobs, then looked over her shoulder at her ass. The matching red lace thong made her butt look like candy. Too yummy. She pulled her gleaming straight brown hair up onto her head to see the full length of her back.

"Honey?" Her father's voice called her from outside her bedroom.

"Just a sec, Daddy," she called back, still looking deep into the eyes of her reflection. She winked sexily, and blew herself a kiss, before finding a short black silk kimono with gold dragons on it to wrap herself in. She stepped confidently out of her closet and went to open the door.

Rajesh Singhal was a very successful businessman. People throughout the town looked up to him, and his decisions shaped the lives of over half of them. His success had netted him the largest mansion, with four cars and a swimming pool. Every day, at work, he felt in charge, in command, self-confident.

And then he came home. His first wife, Devaki, had died ten years before. Although he had a succession of pretty women, he had never been able to settle on one. There was a void in his life. Or, not exactly, he would admit to himself when he was being particularly honest. The empty spot in his life was occupied, by his daughter, Divya. And she filled that spot only too well.

Now, for example, he thought, as he watched the tall, slim girl smile sweetly at him, before turning and walking back across her large bedroom. His eyes were immediately drawn to her long tanned legs. Just like her mother, she was too fucking sexy, and she knew it.

She grabbed a magazine from her desk and lay down on her king-size bed, facing away from him. One leg bent at the knee, she idly thumbed through the pages.

"What's up, Daddy,?"

He took a faltering step into her little kingdom, slowly circling around her. With each slow kick of her leg, the kimono slipped higher on her body. He tried desperately to pay no attention to the wondrous sexiness of her young body.

"Uh, what're your plans tonight, Princess?"

"Goin' on a date," she replied carelessly, as if she had no idea of what she was doing to him. This was a game she loved to play with her Daddy, whom she loved dearly. But it was too much fun to give up, to see him helpless, so unsure of himself. She suspected it might be a bit risky, what she was doing, but she couldn't seem to help herself.

He settled himself on the bed next to her, and she kept her face steadfastly away from him. Couldn't make him feel like she might catch him looking. Her heart pounded as she felt the weight of him shift the mattress down.

She was so innocent, lying there on the satin sheets. Her kimono stopped just above the bottom of her ass cheeks, that little crease at the top of each leg where thigh became ass. God, he was lost. You could see the space between her legs where her pussy would be, and each kick of the leg caused the gap to widen and then become smaller again.

"Who's the lucky guy?" He tentatively placed a hand on her back, the small of her back, just above where her panties would be. The silk was smooth under his hand, and he couldn't help but rub in little circles. It was completely innocent, he told himself. Just a Father and a Daughter having a little moment together.

"Akash Sharma. You know him?" His hand felt delightful, so light, so shy. She made no move to discourage him, still pretending an interest in the article in front of her.

"Uh, I don't think so. I know his Dad, though." His hand was causing the kimono to lift higher up her butt. He watched in amazement as the twin globes of her ass came into view, each just as golden as her legs. Unconsciously, his hand rubbed in larger circles, until he felt the edge of her panties under his fingers. He started, and moved his hand back away.

"Mmmmm, Daddy. Feels nice," Divya murmured, and lay her head down, stretching her arms upward. The kimono gave up the fight and slipped down the upper slope of her ass, so that it lay exposed to her father's hungry eyes. The red lace thong was buried between the firm cheeks.

"Wh—what time is he picking you up?" He was saying anything to prolong the moment. He chanced a glance up at her head, but she was still blissfully unaware of his inappropriate interest in her exposed anatomy. He felt free to turn his attention back to that amazing ass, so blithely uncovered. His fingers traced the band of her thong across her lower back.

"Around 6:30," Divya murmured, her head still turned away. She knew she should do something to stop him, but he seemed so cute with the way he couldn't stop himself. Anyway, it was just for fun, nothing serious here. He was her Dad after all, and she trusted him completely.

Rajesh looked at his hand which seemed to have a mind of its own. His girl's kimono was now gathered around her waist and he was caressing bare skin. His finger pressed lightly into her lower back and then slipped under the waistband of that tiny thong. He could just feel the beginnings of the valley of her ass. Fatherly feelings fought with arousal, a brief but furious battle. With regret, he lifted the kimono and pulled it back down over her exposure. But he couldn't resist patting the splendid curve of her ass through the silk.

"Well, have fun, Princess. And don't be too harsh to him, okay?"

She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes sparkling. She loved him dearly.

"Of course, Daddy."

 

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Akash Sharma rang the doorbell at the immense mansion. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Clearly designed to intimidate, the architecture was masculine and contemporary. The door was set in a huge plate glass wall so you could see the large foyer with the grand staircase inside.

Still, Akash was pretty sure of himself. After all, he had his Dad's Porsche again. And his Mom had told him that she had made reservations at the same restaurant that they had gone to the night before.

"You should feel pretty comfortable there, hmmm?" Her eyes twinkled, and she handed him a credit card with his name on it.

"Have fun, son," she whispered in his ear, then kissed him chastely on the cheek. His face still felt the imprint of her lovely lips.

Akash leaned casually by the door, looking out over the large well-manicured lawn. He had come to realize something in the last few days. Perhaps it wasn't so important to feel at ease around women. But it was important to project a sense of confidence, of self-assurance. It had somehow worked with Divya to this point. And even better, it had worked like a charm with his mother.

God, his mother! He still couldn't believe that he had balled her in their kitchen that morning. And she had been so willing, so wet, so hot. He thought dreamily of the feel of her sweet pussy around his dick. He was so preoccupied that he didn't hear the sharp clicking of his date's high heels across the marble floor of the foyer.

Divya Singhal had really pulled it off, as far as she was concerned. She had a pretty white cotton sundress on with little pink flowers embroidered around the hem. It came down below the knee, and flared out when she walked. Once upon a time, it had had a lining to conceal the anatomy underneath. But she had snipped it out carefully, leaving only the paper-thin cotton to protect her modesty. Ha! The thought made her smile. 'Who needs modesty with a body like mine?'

The front was low-cut between her boobs, showing off the inner slopes on each side. The back laced up leaving a nice gap all the way down to just above the start of her ass. Of course, there was no way to wear a bra with this dress, and the cotton was thin enough to make out the shadows of her nipples.

Underneath, she had chosen to wear a blue thong. She was aware that it wasn't as sexy as a g-string, but the effect through the cotton was what she was going for. Since you could see the electric blue so easily, her legs looked like they went up to her waist, and her ass cheeks were outlined precisely. She loved the impression of innocence overlying pure sexuality.

And there was her victim, leaning nonchalantly against the wall by the front door. There was no way he could keep up his act of not being blown away by her. She was in control here. Not him. Certainly not him.

"Hey there, Akash," she purred. He turned to look at her. His heart sped up when he saw what she was wearing. God, the dress hid nothing. But, still, it wasn't as sexy as the way his mother had dressed the night before. Calm, calm, he told himself.

"Not bad, girl," he said, with a low whistle, confidently looking her up and down.

"Told you I'd dress hot," she smiled, and twirled in the doorway. The dress flared up so that he could see up to the tops of her thighs, and then settled demurely back around her legs. But he refused to rise to the bait.

"Uh-huh, you did. And I definitely like it."

Divya frowned inside. Why the hell wasn't he stammering? Why wasn't he sweating, confused, unsure of himself. But outside, she kept up the pressure by leaning into him and kissing him softly on the cheek, making sure to push against his arm with her tits. Mmmm. He smelled good. Sexy.

"You ready to go, big guy?"

"Sure thing," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into him, tightly. His strength surprised her, and she let her body mold itself against his, suddenly feeling terribly naked. He was still leaning against the wall, looking down into her eyes. Shit, was he always this handsome, she wondered.

He saw the sudden confusion in her deep blue eyes, and knew he was on the right track. He held her close against him, feeling the soft curves of her through the thin cotton of her dress. His hand swept down, over the edge of her thong, down to cup her ass. He squeezed gently, the firm muscles of her toned butt yielding to his grasp.

"Kiss me," he demanded.

"Ooohh, Akash, my Dad could see us," she squirmed against him. She felt so warm, so comfortable in his arms. What the fuck was going on. She made no move to get away from his caress. He brought his other hand up to her face, and pulled her into him. Her lips parted unconsciously, and she closed her eyes as she felt his mouth find hers.

Akash was in seventh heaven. Who knew such confidence could net you so much? He crushed the pretty girl’s mouth against his, his tongue wetly swirling with hers. She was limp, her arms hanging by her side, her body pressed against his. And when he pulled away, she looked at him with glazed eyes, before blinking and pulling away coquettishly.

"Naughty boy," she laughed uncertainly. "I thought the kiss was supposed to come at the end of the first date."

He shrugged, smiling. She turned and saw his car, and ran to it, squealing.

"Oh. My. God. Is this your fucking car?!"

Still not saying anything, he sauntered over and opened the door for her. She slid in, her eyes wide. He walked around and got in opposite her.

"Even my Dad doesn't have anything this nice. Holy shit, where did you get it?"

"It's my Dad's actually, but he lets me drive it. Especially for dates with hot chicks."

She blushed. 'I can't believe the effect this guy has on me,' she thought. She wiggled on the leather seat, running her hand over the dashboard.

"It even smells sexy," she whispered. And it was true: there was a muskiness to the interior of the car that spoke of eroticism. Akash smiled to himself. After all, some of that smell had emanated from his mother the night before. He couldn't believe his luck. First his mom, now the sexiest girl in college.

The left strap had slipped off her golden shoulder as she looked around, and had fallen down to her elbow. The front of her dress on that side had peeled down along with it, so that her upper chest was exposed to view.

"No tan lines," he said, running a finger across the top of her shoulder. She shivered under his touch, and looked down at herself. She quickly hooked a finger into her strap and pulled it back up.

"Uh, yeah. Uh, I think you're getting too much information too quickly, Akash," she stammered.

"Nonsense," he replied, starting the car. "I don't think you could shock me."

"Oh, really. Maybe I could, if you let me."

"Well, maybe I'll let you try, tonight."

Her heart pounded. She was amazed to find that she was actually having fun. He was so unpredictable. And all of her dates had been so rote. It was new, being unsure of herself.

 

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