Thanks to everyone for your feedback so far for my stories. I cannot reply personally to you all, but you do encourage me to write more. This one continues with more teasing, the hotter stuff comes later on...
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Whilst the parents slept with their own thoughts of lust, their son and daughter, Mamood and Nisha were having their own lustful desires, separately, in their own beds.
Mamood, typically at 19, had his male hormones raging, and would often masturbate three or four times and day. And the object of his thoughts whilst he did this, was often his mother.
He had a thing for older women. He had a collection of porno magazines which were mostly the 'over 40' type and even one or two entitled 'over 50'. And he just loved to 'beat his meat' whilst looking at nude raunchy pictures of older women. Sometimes he would imagine his mother striking a pose like that of the pictures he would often look at, perhaps a like lady on all fours on the floor showing her asshole and pussy and looking back at the camera as if asking to be fucked senseless.
Tonight he was thinking of his mom, in the tight beige pants she had worn during the day, remembering the way her butt cheeks had stretched the fabric of the pants, and the way they had wobbled and rippled as she had walked about. He'd had to go to his room a couple of times during the day just to wack off and get some relief, she'd turned him on so much.
Funnily enough, he'd also just started to notice how his sister, Nisha's ass was starting to look quite attractive as well recently. He was an ass man, no doubt, and both his mom and sister were both starting to look really hot to him these days.
As he lay in bed, he wanked himself off, thinking about feeling up his mom's beautiful wide ass cheeks, imagining her bending over the kitchen worktop for him, wriggling her butt at him and then letting him cum all over the material of her pants. As he came thinking about this, he made sure his cum went over a towel he kept for the purpose, as he was careful about not leaving any stains on his bed sheets. He was quite secretive about his masturbating, and tried not to leave any signs. As he came, he felt a wave of pleasure run through his body. Slowly he started to drift off to sleep, little aware of the thoughts his mother was having about him a few doors away, whilst lying next to his father.
Across the hallway, in her own room, Nisha lay in bed, with a couple of fingers of her right hand buried in her pussy. She was playing with herself, as she often did, bringing herself to another orgasm.
She had a secret. She was not a virgin, as was so common for unmarried girls of her age in India. She knew what sex was all about, and having already had the 'fire lit', her lustful desires had now to be satisfied regularly.
Whilst being away at boarding school, she had met a boy, the same age as her in the local area of the school, and one thing had led to another. They were now lovers, meeting secretly, once or twice a week, and having sex. But she was not 'in love' with him. No, she was quite sure of that. In the beginning, it might have been puppy love, but that had worn off, and now they would meet just for sex and a laugh, which seemed ok. But this also meant that when she was away from boarding school, she missed the sex quite a lot, having got used to it regularly now.
Her mind was racing, as she played with herself. She was thinking of her boyfriend, Amir, and sucking his cock. She stuck a finger from her left hand into her mouth, imagining it to be his prick, whilst at the same time playing with her cunt with her right hand, and wriggling her pussy mound as she did so, enjoying the sensation.
As she carried on doing this, her mind wandered a little, and she had a flashback the way her father had looked at her a few times recently since she had come home for the holidays. She was not slow on the uptake with the way men and boys would sometimes look at her, and she had seen a lustful look in her father's eyes a few times. She had pretended to be all innocent, and not notice each time it had happened.
For a moment, as she masturbated, her mind replaced her boyfriend's face and prick with that of her father's, and she felt a rush of lust run through her. At first, it felt a little strange, but enjoying the new image in her mind, and continuing with the thought, she finally brought herself to an intense orgasm, thinking of her father, as she pumped her fingers in her pussy.
She lay there, feeling satisfied, but also a little aroused that imagining her father in a sexual way had had such an effect. She wondered what would happen if she teased him a little with her body over the next few days whilst she was home. The idea gave her some pleasure. Thinking these thoughts, eventually she drifted off to sleep.
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Seema spent the next morning thinking about how to put her plans into action. Nisha would be home for another 7 days before going back to boarding school. In that time, she had to get Tahir so aroused and wanting Nisha so much, that he would agree to let her have her fun with Mamood, in exchange for a similar arrangement for him with Nisha.
The first thing she would do, would be exactly the opposite to what she had said to Tahir about not wearing clothes to attract the men of the house to herself and her daughter's bodies. Instead she would make sure both Nisha and herself wore clothes that would drive both her husband and Mamood wild with desire, and hope Tahir would want more. She would then slowly give in to Tahir's desires for more, whilst pretending to protest a little. Then she would bring in her own demands for her feelings about Mahmood. She felt delighted at her scheme!
Seema decided she would also have a talk with Nisha just to see how she might react to having some lustful 'seeds' of thought planted in her. If she could somehow get Nisha to be involved in the seduction right from the beginning, it would make things much easier.
Mamood was out with friends whilst her husband was at work. Seema decided to approach Nisha after breakfast.
"Nisha, darling" said Seema, "Would you like to come shopping with me this afternoon? I'll treat you to some new clothes."
"Sure mom", replied Nisha, "Anything in particular?"
"Well, the weather will be getting warmer soon, and I thought maybe we should be a bit more casual around the house. Perhaps we can get some shorts and t-shirts and one or two nice fitting jeans or pants."
"Ok" replied Nisha, happily innocent to her mother's real plans behind the shopping trip.
Seema ordered a taxi and they went to a popular mall in central Mumbai, well known for its westerns style-clothing shops.
Seema picked out a variety of shorts for herself and Nisha and some jeans and pants, making sure she picked sizes that would be quite figure hugging on them both, and show off the curves of their asses well, plus some t-shirts.
In the changing room, as Nisha tried some of the items on, she said "Mom, some of these are a bit..er....tight...I mean, do you think dad will mind me wearing these at home?"
"You mean sexy looking" replied Seema with a smile, as she saw just how good Nisha's butt looked in some of the selections.
"Er....yes" replied Nisha a little embarrassed at her mother's use of the word 'sexy'.
