Adultery Radiance of Vanitha, Daughter-in-Law and Instagram Influencer

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Chapter 88: Breeding the Queen

Tara shifted her position, guiding him to lie back on the bed. She positioned herself between his legs, her hands running up his thighs. The sight of his cock standing proud against his stomach made her mouth water... thick, veined, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the glistening head. She leaned forward, her breath hot against his sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her lips brushing the tip. “Mommy’s going to take such good care of you.”

She opened her mouth and took him in, her lips stretching around his girth. The taste of him filled her senses... salt and musk and something uniquely his. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp.

“Mommy,” he groaned, his hips lifting off the bed. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Tara worked him slowly, learning the shape of him, the weight. She used her tongue to explore the sensitive ridge where the head met the shaft, feeling him twitch in response. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.

“Look at you,” she murmured when she pulled back, her lips glistening. “So big for mommy. Let’s see if you can fit all of it.”

She lowered her head again, taking him deeper. The thought flashed through her mind as she worked... this cock had been in Summer’s mouth, in Summer’s body. This was the same thick shaft that had stretched those pale lips, the same plum-colored head that Summer had worshipped in those photos. And now it was hers.

Tara felt a surge of triumph as she sucked him deeper. Summer might be younger, might have that perfect white skin, but she didn’t have this... didn’t have the experience, the skill, the absolute certainty of knowing exactly how to please a man.

She hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight seal around his shaft. Her tongue worked the sensitive underside, tracing the prominent vein that pulsed beneath her touch. Selvam’s hips bucked upward, a strangled groan escaping his throat.

“Mommy,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “You’re so good at this,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. “I can’t... “

Tara pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with a wet pop. A strand of saliva stretched between her mouth and the glistening head before breaking. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire

“Don’t finish yet, baby,” she said, her voice dropping to that soft, maternal tone. “Mommy wants more of you.”

She took him in her mouth again, working him with renewed enthusiasm. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. The taste of him filled her senses... salt and musk and something uniquely his. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp.

Selvam’s hips bucked upward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Tara gagged slightly, pulling back to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen, her chin wet with saliva.

Selvam’s hands suddenly gripped Tara’s hair with unexpected force. Before she could react, he was moving, sliding out of the bed with her mouth still wrapped around his cock. The sudden shift caught her completely off guard.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative rumble that vibrated through her entire body.

Tara’s eyes widened in shock as she found herself being positioned on her knees on the marble floor. The cold tile bit into her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock still filling her mouth. She looked up, confused by this sudden change in dynamic.

“Daddy won’t cum that quickly, you slut,” Selvam said, the words hitting her like a physical blow.

Tara froze, her lips still stretched around his shaft. The word “slut” echoed in her ears, transforming the man before her into something entirely different from the gentle “Uncle” who had drunk so reverently from her breasts.

Selvam’s grip tightened in her hair, holding her head firmly in place as he began to thrust. The first powerful movement drove his cock deep into her throat, cutting off her air.

“Take it all,” he growled, his voice rough with dominance. “Like you wanted.”

Tara gasped around his length, her hands flying up to grip his thighs for balance. Her eyes watered as he set a brutal pace, using her mouth like it was his right. The contrast between this man and the one who had worshipped her breasts was dizzying.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. “Open wider.”

She tried to accommodate him, but her jaw ached from the stretch. The taste of him filled her senses... salt and musk and something primal that made her pussy clench with unexpected desire. She was wetter than she’d been in months, her thighs slick with her own arousal.

“Fuck,” Selvam growled, his voice rough with pleasure. “Your mouth feels so good.”

[Vasanthan]

Wonderful

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He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving deeper than the last. Tara’s jaw ached from the stretch, her lips swollen around his girth. She could taste the salt of his sweat on her tongue, the musk of his arousal as it leaked from the tip of his cock.

“Don’t stop,” he commanded, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted my cock in your mouth?”

Tara moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp. She couldn’t deny it... she had wanted this, had fantasized about it since seeing those photos on Summer’s phone. But she hadn’t expected this raw power, this complete dominance.

Selvam pulled back suddenly, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. A strand of saliva stretched between them before breaking. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with hunger.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

Tara rose on trembling legs, her body responding to his commands as if they were her own thoughts. She stood up, heart hammering against her ribs. What was happening? This wasn’t how she’d imagined this encounter going.

Selvam’s eyes burned into her as she rose, his gaze traveling down her body with undisguised hunger. Before she could speak, he grabbed the loose end of her pallu from the floor and yanked it hard.

The fabric pulled taut, spinning her in a half-circle as the saree unwrapped from her body in one fluid motion. The ivory cotton pooled at her feet like a discarded skin, leaving her standing in just her thin petticoat, with her bare breasts jiggling with her bra open and her soaked thong.

“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Tara obeyed, her back now to him. She heard the rustle of fabric as he stepped closer, felt his warm breath on her neck. His fingers found the waistband of her petticoat, tugging it down with impatient movements. The thin silk slid over her hips, down her thighs, joining the saree on the marble floor.

The cool air raised goosebumps across her exposed skin. She stood before him in nothing but her blouse and thong, her golden skin glowing in the morning light. Her ass was completely bare, the thin string of her thong disappearing between her cheeks.

“Bend over,” Selvam ordered, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back. “Hands on the bed.”

Tara’s knees nearly buckled at the command. This wasn’t the gentle “Uncle” who had drunk so reverently from her breasts. This was someone else entirely... someone primal, dominant, who took what he wanted without asking.

She leaned forward, placing her palms on the edge of the mattress. The position pushed her ass out, the curve of her back creating a perfect arch. She could feel Selvam’s eyes on her, taking in every inch of her exposed body.

His fingers hooked into the sides of her thong, pulling it down with deliberate slowness. The thin fabric dragged across her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. When it reached her knees, she stepped out of it, kicking it aside with one foot.

Now she was completely naked except for her blouse, which hung open, her breasts swaying with each breath. The cold marble bit into her knees, but she barely noticed. All her attention was focused on the man behind her, on the heat radiating from his body.

“Spread your legs,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble.

Tara shifted her weight, widening her stance. The movement left her completely exposed, her pussy glistening with arousal. She could feel the cool air against her swollen lips, the wetness that had been building for the past hour finally free to drip down her inner thighs.

“Look at you,” Selvam said, his voice thick with admiration. “So wet. So ready for me.”

She felt his hand on her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before dipping lower, brushing against her soaked pussy.

His touch sent a jolt through her body. Tara’s breath caught in her throat as his fingers traced her slick folds, exploring her wetness with deliberate strokes. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for more.

“I need you,” she gasped, her voice barely recognizable to her own ears. The words tumbled out before she could stop them. “Please, I need you inside me.”

Selvam’s fingers stilled. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” she moaned, pushing back against him. “God, yes.”

Then reality crashed through her desire like ice water. She jerked upright, turning to face him with wide eyes.

“Wait,” she said, her hand flying to her stomach. “I’m ovulating.

Selvam’s brow furrowed, his expression darkening. “What?”

[Ragasiyananban]

Super bro. The slut has to be treated like slut. Even when vanitha is ovulating selvam did not mind to fuck her brains out without any condom. Why would he do with this bitch.

[adams_masala]

Super bro. The slut has to be treated like slut. Even when vanitha is ovulating selvam did not mind to fuck her brains out without any condom. Why would he do with this bitch.

Well said

[Gitaranjan]

Very nice one.

After giving the child, He will father the child and Tara will be Selvam property and all her properties will be automatically become his. Good business.

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Thanks everyone!!!

[123@abc]

Omg mother tara is so obsessed with her good boy

[Thalaidhoni]

I wouldn’t use that term.. she seduced him

Selvam is not a kind of person that behaves like a raypist. Why he behaves like this. Is that because she refused to give her home. looks bit atrocious.

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No he is not. Don't spoil the scene please.

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“I’m ovulating,” Tara repeated, her voice steadier now. She pointed to the nightstand beside her bed. “There’s a condom in the drawer. Top right.”

Selvam’s jaw tightened. “I don’t like condoms,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “They’re uncomfortable. I haven’t used one in years.”

Tara’s heart hammered against her ribs. The thought of him inside her without a barrier made her pussy clench with renewed need, but her mind flashed to Aryan, to the consequences.

“I’m not on the pill,” she said firmly. “And I’m definitely ovulating. I track my cycle religiously. It’s either a condom or nothing.”

The tension between them crackled like electricity. Selvam’s eyes burned into hers, his cock still hard and glistening with her saliva. For a moment, Tara thought he might refuse, might walk away and leave her aching and unsatisfied.

Then his shoulders dropped slightly. “Fine,” he said, the word clipped. “Get the condom.”

Relief flooded through her, mixed with a fresh wave of desire. Tara moved quickly to the nightstand, her fingers trembling as she pulled open the drawer. The box of condoms sat where she’d left it... Mohan’s preferred brand, the kind he insisted on using despite her protests about the fit.

She grabbed one, tearing the foil packet open with shaking hands. The latex unrolled between her fingers, smaller than she remembered. Mohan’s condom. Not designed for a man of Selvam’s size.

“This is all I have,” she said, holding it out to him. “Mohan’s.

Selvam looked at the small latex packet in her trembling hand, his expression hardening. “Put it on me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

She looked up at Selvam’s cock... thick, veined, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the glistening plum-colored head. It was so much bigger than Mohan’s, so much thicker than what this condom was designed to accommodate.

“I don’t know if it’ll fit,” she whispered, her voice catching.

“Try,” he said, his eyes dark with hunger.

Tara’s fingers trembled as she unrolled the condom, stretching it between her thumbs. The latex felt flimsy, inadequate for the task.

She placed the tip against the head of his cock, her breath catching at the contrast... the pale latex against his dark skin, the condom already looking stretched to its limit.

She began to roll it down, her brow furrowing with concentration. The latex resisted, straining against his girth. A bead of pre-cum leaked from his tip, making her fingers slick as she worked.

“It’s too small,” she said, panic rising in her voice. “It won’t... “

“Keep trying,” Selvam ordered, his jaw tight.

Tara took a deep breath and continued, using both hands to stretch the condom as she rolled it down his shaft. The latex thinned visibly under her fingers, the material stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. She could see the veins of his cock pressing against the thin barrier, could feel the heat of him through the latex.

“God,” she whispered, watching the condom inch down his shaft with agonizing slowness. “You’re so much bigger than I thought.”

Selvam’s breath came faster as she worked, his cock twitching in her grip. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his body trembled with restraint. The condom was now halfway down his shaft, the latex stretched to its absolute limit.

“Almost there,” she murmured, her fingers aching from the effort. She gave one final, determined push, and the condom rolled down to the base of his cock with a soft snap.

She sat back on her heels, staring at what she’d accomplished. The condom fit, but just barely. The latex was stretched so thin she could see every vein, every pulse of his cock beneath it. It looked like it might tear at any moment.

“There,” she said, her voice breathless with satisfaction. “I did it.”

Selvam looked down at himself, his expression unreadable. The condom hugged his shaft like a second skin, the latex straining against his thickness. He reached down, his fingers brushing against her cheek.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous rumble. “Now get back on the bed.”

[Vasanthan]

The condom will be torn soon. Selvam will stretch her pussy and humiliate her husband. He will enjoy the tight pussy. He will finally breed her. Very hot.

[Thalaidhoni]

Awesome, time to show the power of real man.

[Nesamanikumar]

wow, wonderful

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Tara rose on trembling legs, her body responding to his command before her mind could process it. She turned, bending over the edge of the mattress as he’d instructed earlier. The position left her completely exposed, her ass completely bare to him, her pussy glistening with need. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he positioned himself behind her.

The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, the latex-covered head feeling foreign against her sensitive skin. Tara’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his weight shift, the pressure increasing as he began to push forward.

“You knew I was going to fuck you like this when you invited me in for coffee, didn’t you?” Selvam’s voice was low, dangerous, nothing like the gentle “Uncle” who had drunk from her breasts. “You’re such a desperate little slut with a baby at home and your husband away on business.”

Tara’s eyes widened at his words, her body responding with a shameful pulse of heat between her legs. The degradation should have offended her, should have made her pull away, but instead it only heightened her arousal.

“Did you plan this?” he continued, his cock pushing deeper into her tight channel. “Did you think about this while your baby was sleeping in the next room? While your husband was on his business trip?”

“No,” she gasped, but the word came out as a moan as he thrust forward, stretching her open around his girth. The condom felt tight, restrictive, but his cock still filled her completely.

“Liar.” Selvam gripped her hips tighter, his fingers leaving marks on her golden skin. “You knew I didn’t even shower after my run. You wanted me sweaty and dirty, didn’t you? Wanted to feel how I’d smell after pushing my body to its limit.”

He pulled back and thrust forward again, the motion driving the breath from her lungs. Tara’s hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white as he established a rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last

“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “You wanted this sweaty cock inside you, didn’t you? Wanted to be filled with my sweat and your milk.”

“Yes,” Tara admitted, the word torn from her throat. “God, yes.

Selvam’s pace increased, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound filled the bedroom... wet, rhythmic, obscene. Tara could feel the sweat from his run dripping onto her back, could smell the musk of his exertion mingling with the scent of her own arousal.

“Look at you,” he growled, his hand coming down to slap her ass with a sharp crack. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. Your husband doesn’t fuck you like this, does he? Doesn’t make you feel this full.”

Tara shook her head, unable to form words as pleasure built inside her. Mohan had never been this aggressive, this dominant. He was gentle, considerate, nothing like the man currently driving her toward oblivion.

“That’s what I thought,” Selvam continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “He doesn’t know what to do with a woman like you. Doesn’t know how to make you beg.”

Selvam’s hand moved between her legs, his fingers finding her swollen clit with unerring accuracy. Tara cried out as he circled the sensitive bud, her hips bucking against his touch.

“You were looking at my cock when you invited me in,” he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I saw you. Your eyes kept dropping to my shorts, to the outline of my cock. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Tara’s breath caught in her throat. She had thought she’d been subtle, had believed her desire was hidden beneath her practiced smile. But he had seen everything... every glance, every moment her eyes had lingered on the thick outline beneath his shorts.

“Did your mouth water when you saw it?” Selvam continued, his fingers working her clit with devastating precision. “Did you imagine it in your mouth while you were making that coffee you never actually brewed?”

“Yes,” Tara gasped, the word torn from her throat. The admission should have shamed her, but instead it sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. “I wanted it. I wanted you.”

Selvam’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, his cock stretching her with each powerful movement. The condom felt tight around him, the latex straining against his girth.

“And now look at you,” he said, his voice thick with contempt. “Bent over like a common whore, taking my cock while your baby sleeps in the next room. Is this what the community queen has become? A cheating slut desperate for a real man’s attention?”

Tara’s eyes widened at his words. The community queen... that’s what everyone called her behind her back. The woman who had everything, who everyone envied. And now she was here, naked and moaning, her husband’s condom stretched to its limit around another man’s cock

“Answer me,” Selvam demanded, his hand coming down to slap her ass with a sharp crack. “Are you the community queen right now, or just a desperate whore who can’t get enough of my cock?”

“A whore,” Tara whispered, the word sending a shameful pulse of pleasure through her body. “I’m a whore for you.”

Selvam’s laugh was dark, satisfied. “That’s right. The woman everyone envies, the one with the perfect life, the perfect family... spread open for me like the slut she really is.”

His words cut through her, stripping away the carefully constructed image she had built for herself. This wasn’t the woman who posted carefully curated photos to Instagram, who maintained the illusion of perfect motherhood. This was the truth... the desperate, hungry woman who craved attention, who needed to be filled, who wanted to be used.

“Your husband doesn’t know what he has, does he?” Selvam continued, his pace relentless. “Doesn’t know how to make you come apart like this. Doesn’t know how to make you beg for more.”

Tara shook her head, unable to form words as pleasure built inside her. Mohan had never been like this... had never dominated her, never made her feel so completely undone.

“Look at you,” Selvam said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “The perfect wife, the perfect mother, spread open for me like a common slut.”

Tara’s body responded with a shameful pulse of heat between her legs. The degradation should have offended her, should have made her pull away, but instead it only heightened her arousal. She was both ashamed and proud at the same moment... ashamed to be called a slut, proud to have gotten what Summer had. To have this magnificent cock inside her, stretching her open in ways Mohan never could.

The thought of Summer’s photos flashed through her mind... that dark cock framing Summer’s pale face, the way she had looked up at the camera with such satisfaction. Tara needed that. Needed proof. Needed something to hold over Summer’s head, to show she could have what the younger woman had, and more.

Her hand shot out, reaching for her phone on the nightstand. She fumbled with it, her fingers trembling as she unlocked the screen and opened the camera app. She thrust it toward Selvam, her voice breathless with desire.

“Take pictures,” she gasped. “I want... I need proof.” Tara wanted pictures like Summer. She wanted what Summer had.

Selvam paused, his cock still buried deep inside her. His eyes met hers in the reflection of the mirror across the room, dark with surprise and something else... a flicker of understanding.

“You want me to document this?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Yes,” Tara moaned, pushing her ass back against him. I want to see what you look like inside me.”

Selvam took the phone, his thumb brushing the camera icon. The shutter clicked, capturing the first image... Tara bent over the bed, her golden ass raised, his dark cock buried to the hilt in her glistening pussy. The contrast was obscene, beautiful, exactly what she needed.

“More,” she demanded, her voice stronger now. “From different angles.”

Selvam shifted, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. The camera clicked again, capturing the moment of re-entry, the way her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. He moved to the side, angling the phone to show her face... her eyes half-closed, her lips parted in pleasure, her expression a mixture of shame and ecstasy

“You’re beautiful like this,” he said, his voice dropping to a lower register. “So desperate for my cock.”

Tara’s breath caught at the praise. She wanted more... more photos, more angles, more evidence of what was happening between them. She reached back, gripping his thigh, feeling the powerful muscles flex beneath her fingers.

“Take one of my face,” she instructed, turning her head to look directly at the camera. “I want to see how I look when you’re inside me.”

Selvam complied, the camera clicking as he captured her expression... eyes dark with desire, cheeks flushed, hair wild around her face. The image appeared on the screen, and Tara’s heart raced at the sight. She looked debauched, used, exactly as she felt.

“Again,” she demanded, her hips moving against him. “Show me taking it all.”

Selvam’s thumb slid across the screen, switching from photo to video mode. The red recording dot began to pulse in the corner.

“Does Mohan fuck you like this?”, he commanded, his voice dropping to that dangerous rumble as he resumed thrusting. His pace was brutal now, each movement driving deep into her core.

Tara gasped as the camera captured her face, her eyes widening at the realization that he was recording everything. The thought should have terrified her, but instead it sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. This was better than photos. This was permanent proof

“No,” she moaned, her voice breaking as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “He’s never... never like this.”

Selvam’s free hand gripped her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her. The sound of skin against skin filled the bedroom, wet and obscene.

“Does he make you come?” Selvam asked, his voice steady despite the intensity of his movements. “Does he know how to make you scream?”

[Nesamanikumar]

Wow... henceforth, Tara will not open her legs to her husband.

[sunilserene]

Selvam is the main course and mohan a snack

[Vasanthan]

Grand opening for Tara