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Chapter 12: Morning Glory
Selvam awoke later than usual that morning, having been enveloped in a deep, unyielding slumber. At 48, he remained fit and vigorous, maintaining a regimen that kept him in prime condition. Thus, the familiar, insistent throbbing of morning wood was no stranger to him, and today was no exception. He reached for his phone with a casual, almost automatic motion, oblivious to the physicality of his awakening. As the screen illuminated his face, Instagram sprang to life, and there she was again, captivating him with another one of her mesmerizing GRWM reels, drawing him in with a magnetic pull he could scarcely resist.
It was his daughter-in-law Vanitha's reel, of course. This time, she stood in the frame holding a vibrant, silk saree dbangd over one arm and a tiny petti coat in the other. Clad only in a sheer bra and panties, her skin shimmered under the soft studio lights. Selvam felt his heart skip a beat in shock. He had watched nearly all of her reels where she wore sarees that tastefully revealed her midriff and navel, but this — this was too much, he thought, as he struggled to reconcile the image of her in such minimal attire.
"These are simply divine," Vanitha cooed, running her fingers along the delicate lace of the bra. "The craftsmanship is exquisite, and the fit is perfect." She turned to face the camera, her posture impeccable as she adopted the poise of her pageant days.
"Ladies, if you're looking for lingerie that makes you feel like a goddess, look no further," she continued, her voice warm and inviting. "The support is incredible, and the fabric feels like a caress against your skin."
Vanitha gracefully shifted her stance, allowing the light to catch the shimmering threads woven into the panties. "And these matching panties? They're the epitome of comfort meets sensuality. The high-cut design elongates your legs, while the back offers just the right amount of coverage to keep you feeling confident and alluring."
Selvam scrolled through the comments, and he was taken aback by the sheer number of men who were watching and commenting on Vanitha's reels. Most of them were middle-aged like himself, some even older. The comments ranged from polite compliments to downright lewd remarks about her body and their desires for her.
Selvam's thumb hovered over the screen, his breath catching as he scrolled through the comments. The first one made his stomach churn:
"Goddess indeed! I'd worship at your temple any day, Vanitha!"
He grimaced but continued reading, unable to look away:
"That bra is barely containing those perfect melons. Let them free, baby!"
"Your husband is the luckiest man alive. I'd give anything for one night with you."
"Those panties would look even better on my bedroom floor."
"Your navel is hypnotizing. I want to drown in it."
Each comment felt like a punch to Selvam's gut, but he couldn't stop. His eyes darted from one lewd remark to the next:
"That saree is wasted on you. You should be naked all the time."
"I bet you taste as sweet as honey poured in your navel”
But one lewd comment made Selvam pause: "That navel is hypnotic. I bet it tastes sweeter than ambrosia." He found himself scrolling back up to the video, his eyes drawn once again to Vanitha's exposed midriff. The soft curve of her waist, the delicate dip of her navel - he realized with a start that the commenter was right. There was something mesmerizing about it.
Selvam's breath quickened as he studied her form with new eyes. The sheer bra left little to the imagination, hinting at the swell of her breasts beneath. Her skin gleamed like polished bronze, and he found himself wondering if it was as silky smooth as it looked. The high-cut panties accentuated her long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever.
He zoomed in on her face, taking in her doe eyes. Her dark lashes fluttered as she blinked, drawing his gaze to the delicate curves of her cheekbones. Selvam found himself tracing the graceful line of her jaw, admiring how it softened her otherwise regal features. His eyes lingered on her full lips, noting how they parted slightly as she breathed.
For the first time, Selvam allowed himself to truly see Vanitha as a woman, not just his son's wife. The guilt that had previously clouded such thoughts dissipated, replaced by a warm appreciation of her beauty. He noticed the way her silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, how her slender neck led to elegant collarbones peeking out from her blouse.
His gaze traveled lower, taking in the gentle swell of her breasts and the trim waist accentuated by her lace high waist panties.
Selvam's breath caught as Vanitha began her "Get Ready With Me" routine. She started by gracefully stepping into the petticoat, the soft fabric whispering against her skin as she pulled it up. Her nimble fingers worked the drawstring, cinching it snugly around her waist. The white cotton clung to her curves, accentuating the swell of her hips and the length of her legs.
"Now, ladies, the key to a well-dbangd saree starts with a properly fitted petticoat," Vanitha explained, her voice warm and inviting. She smoothed her hands over the fabric, ensuring it lay flat against her skin. "See how it sits just above my navel? This creates the perfect foundation."
Selvam found himself mesmerized by the gentle dip of her navel, now partially obscured by the petticoat.
"But for those who prefer a more daring look," Vanitha continued with a coy smile, her fingers deftly working the drawstring, "we can create a low-hip style." She slowly lowered the petticoat, revealing more of her toned midriff. The fabric now rested just below her navel, accentuating the gentle curve of her lower abdomen.
"See how this changes the entire silhouette?" she asked, turning to show her profile. The lower placement elongated her torso, creating a sleek line from her ribs to her hips. Her navel, now fully exposed, seemed to beckon the eye.
Selvam's breath hitched as he watched, transfixed by the transformation. The lower petticoat emphasized the feminine flare of Vanitha's hips, making her waist appear even more slender in contrast.
Vanitha's fingers traced the edge of the petticoat, her touch feather-light against her skin. "And for those feeling particularly bold," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "we have the ultra-low hip style."
Selvam's pulse quickened as Vanitha slowly, teasingly, lowered the petticoat even further. The white fabric inched down, revealing the gentle slope of her lower belly. When she stopped, the petticoat rested precariously low on her hips, barely concealing her modesty.
"This daring look," Vanitha explained, her eyes meeting the camera with a mischievous glint, "requires confidence and poise. But the effect is undeniably alluring."
She was right. The ultra-low hip style transformed Vanitha's silhouette dramatically. Her torso appeared impossibly long
Selvam's eyes widened as he took in the full effect of Vanitha's transformation. The ultra-low hip style accentuated every curve, every dip and swell of her body. Her navel, now fully exposed, seemed to beckon his gaze like a hypnotic focal point. The gentle slope of her lower belly, usually hidden, now drew his eyes downward in a tantalizing trail.
His breath quickened as Vanitha turned slowly, showing how the lowered petticoat hugged the flare of her hips. The small of her back was now visible, two delicate dimples framing her spine just above where the fabric began. As she moved, the muscles in her abdomen flexed subtly, a testament to her disciplined fitness routine.
Selvam found himself mesmerized by the interplay of light and shadow across Vanitha's exposed skin. He subconsciously began to reach for his cock.
Selvam awoke later than usual that morning, having been enveloped in a deep, unyielding slumber. At 48, he remained fit and vigorous, maintaining a regimen that kept him in prime condition. Thus, the familiar, insistent throbbing of morning wood was no stranger to him, and today was no exception. He reached for his phone with a casual, almost automatic motion, oblivious to the physicality of his awakening. As the screen illuminated his face, Instagram sprang to life, and there she was again, captivating him with another one of her mesmerizing GRWM reels, drawing him in with a magnetic pull he could scarcely resist.
It was his daughter-in-law Vanitha's reel, of course. This time, she stood in the frame holding a vibrant, silk saree dbangd over one arm and a tiny petti coat in the other. Clad only in a sheer bra and panties, her skin shimmered under the soft studio lights. Selvam felt his heart skip a beat in shock. He had watched nearly all of her reels where she wore sarees that tastefully revealed her midriff and navel, but this — this was too much, he thought, as he struggled to reconcile the image of her in such minimal attire.
"These are simply divine," Vanitha cooed, running her fingers along the delicate lace of the bra. "The craftsmanship is exquisite, and the fit is perfect." She turned to face the camera, her posture impeccable as she adopted the poise of her pageant days.
"Ladies, if you're looking for lingerie that makes you feel like a goddess, look no further," she continued, her voice warm and inviting. "The support is incredible, and the fabric feels like a caress against your skin."
Vanitha gracefully shifted her stance, allowing the light to catch the shimmering threads woven into the panties. "And these matching panties? They're the epitome of comfort meets sensuality. The high-cut design elongates your legs, while the back offers just the right amount of coverage to keep you feeling confident and alluring."
Selvam scrolled through the comments, and he was taken aback by the sheer number of men who were watching and commenting on Vanitha's reels. Most of them were middle-aged like himself, some even older. The comments ranged from polite compliments to downright lewd remarks about her body and their desires for her.
Selvam's thumb hovered over the screen, his breath catching as he scrolled through the comments. The first one made his stomach churn:
"Goddess indeed! I'd worship at your temple any day, Vanitha!"
He grimaced but continued reading, unable to look away:
"That bra is barely containing those perfect melons. Let them free, baby!"
"Your husband is the luckiest man alive. I'd give anything for one night with you."
"Those panties would look even better on my bedroom floor."
"Your navel is hypnotizing. I want to drown in it."
Each comment felt like a punch to Selvam's gut, but he couldn't stop. His eyes darted from one lewd remark to the next:
"That saree is wasted on you. You should be naked all the time."
"I bet you taste as sweet as honey poured in your navel”
But one lewd comment made Selvam pause: "That navel is hypnotic. I bet it tastes sweeter than ambrosia." He found himself scrolling back up to the video, his eyes drawn once again to Vanitha's exposed midriff. The soft curve of her waist, the delicate dip of her navel - he realized with a start that the commenter was right. There was something mesmerizing about it.
Selvam's breath quickened as he studied her form with new eyes. The sheer bra left little to the imagination, hinting at the swell of her breasts beneath. Her skin gleamed like polished bronze, and he found himself wondering if it was as silky smooth as it looked. The high-cut panties accentuated her long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever.
He zoomed in on her face, taking in her doe eyes. Her dark lashes fluttered as she blinked, drawing his gaze to the delicate curves of her cheekbones. Selvam found himself tracing the graceful line of her jaw, admiring how it softened her otherwise regal features. His eyes lingered on her full lips, noting how they parted slightly as she breathed.
For the first time, Selvam allowed himself to truly see Vanitha as a woman, not just his son's wife. The guilt that had previously clouded such thoughts dissipated, replaced by a warm appreciation of her beauty. He noticed the way her silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, how her slender neck led to elegant collarbones peeking out from her blouse.
His gaze traveled lower, taking in the gentle swell of her breasts and the trim waist accentuated by her lace high waist panties.
Selvam's breath caught as Vanitha began her "Get Ready With Me" routine. She started by gracefully stepping into the petticoat, the soft fabric whispering against her skin as she pulled it up. Her nimble fingers worked the drawstring, cinching it snugly around her waist. The white cotton clung to her curves, accentuating the swell of her hips and the length of her legs.
"Now, ladies, the key to a well-dbangd saree starts with a properly fitted petticoat," Vanitha explained, her voice warm and inviting. She smoothed her hands over the fabric, ensuring it lay flat against her skin. "See how it sits just above my navel? This creates the perfect foundation."
Selvam found himself mesmerized by the gentle dip of her navel, now partially obscured by the petticoat.
"But for those who prefer a more daring look," Vanitha continued with a coy smile, her fingers deftly working the drawstring, "we can create a low-hip style." She slowly lowered the petticoat, revealing more of her toned midriff. The fabric now rested just below her navel, accentuating the gentle curve of her lower abdomen.
"See how this changes the entire silhouette?" she asked, turning to show her profile. The lower placement elongated her torso, creating a sleek line from her ribs to her hips. Her navel, now fully exposed, seemed to beckon the eye.
Selvam's breath hitched as he watched, transfixed by the transformation. The lower petticoat emphasized the feminine flare of Vanitha's hips, making her waist appear even more slender in contrast.
Vanitha's fingers traced the edge of the petticoat, her touch feather-light against her skin. "And for those feeling particularly bold," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "we have the ultra-low hip style."
Selvam's pulse quickened as Vanitha slowly, teasingly, lowered the petticoat even further. The white fabric inched down, revealing the gentle slope of her lower belly. When she stopped, the petticoat rested precariously low on her hips, barely concealing her modesty.
"This daring look," Vanitha explained, her eyes meeting the camera with a mischievous glint, "requires confidence and poise. But the effect is undeniably alluring."
She was right. The ultra-low hip style transformed Vanitha's silhouette dramatically. Her torso appeared impossibly long
Selvam's eyes widened as he took in the full effect of Vanitha's transformation. The ultra-low hip style accentuated every curve, every dip and swell of her body. Her navel, now fully exposed, seemed to beckon his gaze like a hypnotic focal point. The gentle slope of her lower belly, usually hidden, now drew his eyes downward in a tantalizing trail.
His breath quickened as Vanitha turned slowly, showing how the lowered petticoat hugged the flare of her hips. The small of her back was now visible, two delicate dimples framing her spine just above where the fabric began. As she moved, the muscles in her abdomen flexed subtly, a testament to her disciplined fitness routine.
Selvam found himself mesmerized by the interplay of light and shadow across Vanitha's exposed skin. He subconsciously began to reach for his cock.
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