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Chapter 33: The Game of Comments
Selvam stood in her doorway, hand still on the knob, giving them both one last moment to retreat. Vanitha stood exactly as she'd described, gold choli, the chain at her waist, her back to him, phone still in her hand.
The air between them was electric with permission granted and boundaries about to be crossed. Neither spoke, words would break the spell. He closed the door behind him with a soft click that sounded like finality.
Vanitha turned to face him, her eyes bright with anticipation and nervousness. She held out her phone to him.
"You read those comments," she said softly. "The comments, you wanted to enact. The ones you were so angry about. Read them to me and show me what they said. Show me how you’d do what they say would do to me."
Selvam took the phone from her, his hand trembling slightly as he scrolled to the comments section. The crude words glowed on the screen, and he felt a mixture of shame and arousal at what he was about to do.
"Vanitha..." he started.
"No," she interrupted. "You defended me from these men. Now show me you see me. Do you want to do what those men on the comments want to do to me? Read it, mama."
He found the first comment, his jaw clenching as he read it silently first. Then, his voice low and rough, he read aloud…
"I want to stand behind you and slowly unhook that golden clasp at your back, feeling the horizontal strap go loose in my fingers. I wouldn't take the choli off, just let it hang there, barely covering you, the fabric dbangd over your breasts but no longer holding them. Then I'd slide my arms around from behind, slipping my hands under that loose blouse, and cup your perfect breasts, feeling their weight in my palms. I'd squeeze them gently at first, then harder, feeling how they overflow my hands. I'd trace circles around your nipples with my thumbs until they're hard as diamonds, then pinch them, roll them between my fingers, tug on them until you're gasping. I'd lift your breasts up and let them fall back into my hands, over and over, feeling them bounce. The choli would just hang there useless, dbangd over my hands while I play with you, the way it was always meant to be undone."
He looked up from the phone, meeting her eyes. "This is what you want?"
"I want to know if that’s what you want to do to me, mama" she said, then turned her back to him, presenting that vast expanse of bare skin, the thin horizontal strap at her lower back, the single gold hook glinting. "Show me."
The First Comment and Enactment
Selvam set the phone down and moved closer, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Close enough that when he exhaled, she felt his breath against the bare expanse of her upper back.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said quietly.
"I won't, mama," she whispered back.
His right hand came up, not to the hook, but to her shoulder blade. His palm flattened against the warm skin there, feeling the delicate ridge of bone beneath, then slid down, slowly, deliberately, tracing the long vertical expanse of her bare back. His fingers trailed down her spine, following each subtle bump of vertebrae, moving lower and lower through that wide, exposed canvas of skin.
"You're trembling," he observed as his hand descended.
"So are you, mama," she countered, and it was true.
His hand reached the small of her back, where her spine created a gentle hollow, and then finally arrived at the horizontal strap. It was so thin, barely the width of his finger, stretched taut across her back at that critical junction where her torso began to curve. He traced it from left to right, feeling how the delicate fabric cut across her skin.
"The comment said slowly," Vanitha reminded him, her voice steadier now, pushing him forward. "Do what it said, mama."
His finger traced the thin strap back to center, to where it met the hook mechanism at her spine. His other hand came to rest on her waist, just above the gold chain, steadying her.
"Please, mama," she prompted softly.
His fingers found the hook that single gold-plated clasp positioned right at the base of the thin horizontal strap. He slid one finger beneath it, feeling the tension, then with his thumb, he released it.
The hook opened with the softest click. The instant the clasp gave way, the thin horizontal strap lost all tension, going completely slack in his fingers. The entire architecture of the choli shifted, the front panels that had been pulled taut suddenly loosening.
Vanitha gasped. "ahhh… mama..."
The fabric at her breasts loosened dramatically but didn't fall, not yet. It hung there, dbangd over her curves, held up only by friction and the forward angle of her body.
"The comment said you'd slide your arms around," Vanitha reminded him, her voice shaking with anticipation. "From behind, mama..."
His hands moved to her waist, fingers spanning the space between the gold chain and the loosened edge of the choli. Slowly, his hands slid around her waist until his palms rest flat against her stomach.
She leaned back slightly, letting her weight settle against him, and felt him, his cock pressed against the bare skin of her lower back. The evidence of his arousal was unmistakable.
His hands began to move upward, sliding against her bare stomach beneath the loosened gold fabric. The choli shifted with his movement, the front panels moving freely now, barely clinging to her.
"hmmm mama," she whispered.
His hands continued their ascent. When his palms finally slid under the gold fabric and cupped her breasts, she made a sound, half gasp, half moan.
"Yes, mama," she breathed. "Like the comment said."
The choli dbangd over his hands now, and beneath it, his palms learned the weight of her breasts, their warmth, their fullness.
"What else did it say?" Vanitha asked breathlessly. "Tell me what comes next, mama."
He squeezed gently at first, feeling the flesh yield under his touch. "It said to squeeze harder," he murmured against her shoulder blade. "To feel how you overflow my hands."
"hmmm… do it, please" she commanded softly.
He increased the pressure, kneading now, alternating hands squeeze and release, squeeze and release feeling how they indeed overflowed his palms. The loosened choli shifted with each movement.
"What else?" Vanitha pressed, her voice breathy. "What did the comment say about my nipples, mama?"
"It said..." he hesitated, the words crude in his mouth but his body betraying his arousal. "It said to trace circles around them until they're hard."
His thumbs found her nipples, already peaked, and traced circles around them, slow and deliberate, spiraling inward. The areolas tightened further under his attention.
"Oh god, mama," she gasped as his thumbs finally brushed directly across the hardened peaks.
"More?" he asked against her neck.
"What else did it say? Tell me, mama."
"To pinch them. Roll them. Tug on them until you're gasping."
"yes, please do it. All of it."
His thumbs and forefingers came together, capturing each nipple. He pinched gently at first, then harder. She inhaled sharply.
"Mama!"
He rolled them between his fingers now, gentle circular motions. She pushed back against him, her bare back pressing into his chest.
"The comment said to tug," she reminded him breathlessly. "Did you forget that part, mama?"
He pulled the captured nipples outward, stretching them, feeling the weight of her breasts being lifted by the hold on their peaks. She gasped, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs.
"Again," she demanded. "What else did it say?"
"It said to lift them. To let them fall back and bounce."
"Show me."
He lifted them both from underneath, cupping them fully, raising them up, then let them drop back into his hands, feeling the soft impact against his palms.
"Again," Vanitha commanded, her voice thick with need. "Keep doing what the comment said, mama."
He complied, lifting and releasing, establishing a rhythm. The choli bunched and shifted above his wrists, completely decorative now.
He alternated his attention, squeezing both breasts firmly, focusing on one while his other hand traced her ribcage, returning to her nipples, pinching harder now, rolling them roughly, tugging until she was gasping exactly as the comment had predicted.
"Mama, I can't..."
In the mirror across the room, he watched her face, eyes closed, mouth open, head thrown back on his shoulder. The gold choli glimmered with each movement, hanging uselessly, exactly as the comment described.
"What's next?" Vanitha asked suddenly, her voice rough with need. "Read me the next comment, mama."
The Undressing
"Wait," he said, his hands stilling on her breasts. "The choli. Let me take it off first."
His hands slid out from beneath the gold mesh, and he gently pulled the loosened fabric forward over her shoulders. It whispered down her arms and fell completely away. She stood bare from the waist up except for the heavy gold chain.
"Beautiful," he breathed, his eyes taking in her reflection. "Vanitha..."
"Don't stop, mama," she said, guiding his hands back to her breasts. "Touch me more."
His palms returned to her bare flesh now, no barrier between them. He cupped, squeezed, teased, watching in the mirror as his darker hands contrasted against her golden-brown skin.
After a moment, she spoke again. "The saree, mama. Help me."
He unwrapped the butter yellow georgette slowly, letting it pool on the floor. She stood in just her petticoat and that gold chain.
His hands went to the knot of her petticoat. She felt it loosen, felt the fabric slip, and then it too fell away.
She turned to face him finally, stepping out of the fabric. His eyes traveled down her body, her breasts still flushed, the flat plane of her stomach, the gold chain, and that perfect circular navel shadowed and deep.
"Your turn, mama," she said.
Her hands went to his veshti, pulling the fabric free, unwinding it. When he stood revealed, she gasped softly.
"Mama..." Her eyes widened. "I didn't realize..."
He was fully erect, substantial. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around him, feeling the heat, the hardness.
"Will this...?" She looked up at his face, desire and slight apprehension in her eyes.
"We'll go slowly," he assured her.
She explored him with increasing confidence, stroking experimentally, using both hands, learning what made him gasp. Then she released him and stepped back.
"The next comment," she said, her voice husky. "Read it to me now, mama. What do they want you to do to me next?"
The Second Comment
Selvam picked up her phone, scrolling to find the next one. His breath caught as he read it silently first.
"Read it out loud," Vanitha commanded. "I want to hear you say it, mama."
His voice was rough as he read
Selvam stood in her doorway, hand still on the knob, giving them both one last moment to retreat. Vanitha stood exactly as she'd described, gold choli, the chain at her waist, her back to him, phone still in her hand.
The air between them was electric with permission granted and boundaries about to be crossed. Neither spoke, words would break the spell. He closed the door behind him with a soft click that sounded like finality.
Vanitha turned to face him, her eyes bright with anticipation and nervousness. She held out her phone to him.
"You read those comments," she said softly. "The comments, you wanted to enact. The ones you were so angry about. Read them to me and show me what they said. Show me how you’d do what they say would do to me."
Selvam took the phone from her, his hand trembling slightly as he scrolled to the comments section. The crude words glowed on the screen, and he felt a mixture of shame and arousal at what he was about to do.
"Vanitha..." he started.
"No," she interrupted. "You defended me from these men. Now show me you see me. Do you want to do what those men on the comments want to do to me? Read it, mama."
He found the first comment, his jaw clenching as he read it silently first. Then, his voice low and rough, he read aloud…
"I want to stand behind you and slowly unhook that golden clasp at your back, feeling the horizontal strap go loose in my fingers. I wouldn't take the choli off, just let it hang there, barely covering you, the fabric dbangd over your breasts but no longer holding them. Then I'd slide my arms around from behind, slipping my hands under that loose blouse, and cup your perfect breasts, feeling their weight in my palms. I'd squeeze them gently at first, then harder, feeling how they overflow my hands. I'd trace circles around your nipples with my thumbs until they're hard as diamonds, then pinch them, roll them between my fingers, tug on them until you're gasping. I'd lift your breasts up and let them fall back into my hands, over and over, feeling them bounce. The choli would just hang there useless, dbangd over my hands while I play with you, the way it was always meant to be undone."
He looked up from the phone, meeting her eyes. "This is what you want?"
"I want to know if that’s what you want to do to me, mama" she said, then turned her back to him, presenting that vast expanse of bare skin, the thin horizontal strap at her lower back, the single gold hook glinting. "Show me."
The First Comment and Enactment
Selvam set the phone down and moved closer, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Close enough that when he exhaled, she felt his breath against the bare expanse of her upper back.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said quietly.
"I won't, mama," she whispered back.
His right hand came up, not to the hook, but to her shoulder blade. His palm flattened against the warm skin there, feeling the delicate ridge of bone beneath, then slid down, slowly, deliberately, tracing the long vertical expanse of her bare back. His fingers trailed down her spine, following each subtle bump of vertebrae, moving lower and lower through that wide, exposed canvas of skin.
"You're trembling," he observed as his hand descended.
"So are you, mama," she countered, and it was true.
His hand reached the small of her back, where her spine created a gentle hollow, and then finally arrived at the horizontal strap. It was so thin, barely the width of his finger, stretched taut across her back at that critical junction where her torso began to curve. He traced it from left to right, feeling how the delicate fabric cut across her skin.
"The comment said slowly," Vanitha reminded him, her voice steadier now, pushing him forward. "Do what it said, mama."
His finger traced the thin strap back to center, to where it met the hook mechanism at her spine. His other hand came to rest on her waist, just above the gold chain, steadying her.
"Please, mama," she prompted softly.
His fingers found the hook that single gold-plated clasp positioned right at the base of the thin horizontal strap. He slid one finger beneath it, feeling the tension, then with his thumb, he released it.
The hook opened with the softest click. The instant the clasp gave way, the thin horizontal strap lost all tension, going completely slack in his fingers. The entire architecture of the choli shifted, the front panels that had been pulled taut suddenly loosening.
Vanitha gasped. "ahhh… mama..."
The fabric at her breasts loosened dramatically but didn't fall, not yet. It hung there, dbangd over her curves, held up only by friction and the forward angle of her body.
"The comment said you'd slide your arms around," Vanitha reminded him, her voice shaking with anticipation. "From behind, mama..."
His hands moved to her waist, fingers spanning the space between the gold chain and the loosened edge of the choli. Slowly, his hands slid around her waist until his palms rest flat against her stomach.
She leaned back slightly, letting her weight settle against him, and felt him, his cock pressed against the bare skin of her lower back. The evidence of his arousal was unmistakable.
His hands began to move upward, sliding against her bare stomach beneath the loosened gold fabric. The choli shifted with his movement, the front panels moving freely now, barely clinging to her.
"hmmm mama," she whispered.
His hands continued their ascent. When his palms finally slid under the gold fabric and cupped her breasts, she made a sound, half gasp, half moan.
"Yes, mama," she breathed. "Like the comment said."
The choli dbangd over his hands now, and beneath it, his palms learned the weight of her breasts, their warmth, their fullness.
"What else did it say?" Vanitha asked breathlessly. "Tell me what comes next, mama."
He squeezed gently at first, feeling the flesh yield under his touch. "It said to squeeze harder," he murmured against her shoulder blade. "To feel how you overflow my hands."
"hmmm… do it, please" she commanded softly.
He increased the pressure, kneading now, alternating hands squeeze and release, squeeze and release feeling how they indeed overflowed his palms. The loosened choli shifted with each movement.
"What else?" Vanitha pressed, her voice breathy. "What did the comment say about my nipples, mama?"
"It said..." he hesitated, the words crude in his mouth but his body betraying his arousal. "It said to trace circles around them until they're hard."
His thumbs found her nipples, already peaked, and traced circles around them, slow and deliberate, spiraling inward. The areolas tightened further under his attention.
"Oh god, mama," she gasped as his thumbs finally brushed directly across the hardened peaks.
"More?" he asked against her neck.
"What else did it say? Tell me, mama."
"To pinch them. Roll them. Tug on them until you're gasping."
"yes, please do it. All of it."
His thumbs and forefingers came together, capturing each nipple. He pinched gently at first, then harder. She inhaled sharply.
"Mama!"
He rolled them between his fingers now, gentle circular motions. She pushed back against him, her bare back pressing into his chest.
"The comment said to tug," she reminded him breathlessly. "Did you forget that part, mama?"
He pulled the captured nipples outward, stretching them, feeling the weight of her breasts being lifted by the hold on their peaks. She gasped, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs.
"Again," she demanded. "What else did it say?"
"It said to lift them. To let them fall back and bounce."
"Show me."
He lifted them both from underneath, cupping them fully, raising them up, then let them drop back into his hands, feeling the soft impact against his palms.
"Again," Vanitha commanded, her voice thick with need. "Keep doing what the comment said, mama."
He complied, lifting and releasing, establishing a rhythm. The choli bunched and shifted above his wrists, completely decorative now.
He alternated his attention, squeezing both breasts firmly, focusing on one while his other hand traced her ribcage, returning to her nipples, pinching harder now, rolling them roughly, tugging until she was gasping exactly as the comment had predicted.
"Mama, I can't..."
In the mirror across the room, he watched her face, eyes closed, mouth open, head thrown back on his shoulder. The gold choli glimmered with each movement, hanging uselessly, exactly as the comment described.
"What's next?" Vanitha asked suddenly, her voice rough with need. "Read me the next comment, mama."
The Undressing
"Wait," he said, his hands stilling on her breasts. "The choli. Let me take it off first."
His hands slid out from beneath the gold mesh, and he gently pulled the loosened fabric forward over her shoulders. It whispered down her arms and fell completely away. She stood bare from the waist up except for the heavy gold chain.
"Beautiful," he breathed, his eyes taking in her reflection. "Vanitha..."
"Don't stop, mama," she said, guiding his hands back to her breasts. "Touch me more."
His palms returned to her bare flesh now, no barrier between them. He cupped, squeezed, teased, watching in the mirror as his darker hands contrasted against her golden-brown skin.
After a moment, she spoke again. "The saree, mama. Help me."
He unwrapped the butter yellow georgette slowly, letting it pool on the floor. She stood in just her petticoat and that gold chain.
His hands went to the knot of her petticoat. She felt it loosen, felt the fabric slip, and then it too fell away.
She turned to face him finally, stepping out of the fabric. His eyes traveled down her body, her breasts still flushed, the flat plane of her stomach, the gold chain, and that perfect circular navel shadowed and deep.
"Your turn, mama," she said.
Her hands went to his veshti, pulling the fabric free, unwinding it. When he stood revealed, she gasped softly.
"Mama..." Her eyes widened. "I didn't realize..."
He was fully erect, substantial. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around him, feeling the heat, the hardness.
"Will this...?" She looked up at his face, desire and slight apprehension in her eyes.
"We'll go slowly," he assured her.
She explored him with increasing confidence, stroking experimentally, using both hands, learning what made him gasp. Then she released him and stepped back.
"The next comment," she said, her voice husky. "Read it to me now, mama. What do they want you to do to me next?"
The Second Comment
Selvam picked up her phone, scrolling to find the next one. His breath caught as he read it silently first.
"Read it out loud," Vanitha commanded. "I want to hear you say it, mama."
His voice was rough as he read
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