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Chapter 78: Almost Discovered
Selvam walked the familiar path from Summer’s house to Ashok’s home. His mind fully occupied with Summer’s pale skin flushed pink with pleasure, her Nordic features transformed by ecstasy, the stark contrast of his dark hands against her white flesh.
He paused at the gate of Ashok’s home, taking a moment to compose himself. Inside, Vanitha waited. The thought sent a complicated thrill through his body… anticipation mingled with guilt even thought his daughter-in-law gave him permission to fuck Summer.
When he knocked, the door swung open almost immediately. Vanitha stood in the entryway, her eyes meeting his with an intensity that stole his breath. No words passed between them, but her gaze dropped to his mouth, then back to his eyes, and Selvam knew with absolute certainty that she understood exactly what had happened.
“You’re back,” she said simply, her voice carrying layers of meaning beneath those two words.
Ashok appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “Dad, you’re just in time for dinner. Vanitha made your favorite… chicken biryani.”
Here was Ashok, blissfully unaware of the illicit encounter that had unfolded just hours before, standing beside his Dad who just fucked his 23-year-old intern, Summer.
“Thank you,” Selvam said, forcing his voice to remain steady. “I’ll just wash up first.”
Selvam answered Ashok’s questions about the royalty-license of the app and about the day with carefully constructed half-truths, aware of Vanitha’s gaze tracking his every movement.
Later, after Ashok went to the living room with his laptop, Vanitha approached Selvam in the kitchen.
“Did you enjoy your afternoon?” she asked, her voice low enough that Ashok wouldn’t hear.
Selvam’s throat tightened. “It was... significant.”
Vanitha’s lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m sure it was.” She brushed past him, her hand lingering on his arm for just a moment longer than necessary.
The night stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Selvam retired to the guest room, his body exhausted but his mind racing.
He could not sleep elusive as images of Summer’s face, her body, her voice saying his name, flooded his consciousness.
He must have dozed off eventually, because he startled awake at the soft knock on his door. The bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the digital clock on the nightstand that read 1:47 AM. He sat up, heart hammering, as the door creaked open.
Vanitha slipped inside, closing the door silently behind her. She wore only a thin silk short robe, no bottoms, her dark hair falling loose around her shoulders. In the dim light, her eyes looked almost black, her lips parted slightly as she stared at him.
“Tell me everything, mama” she whispered, crossing the room to sit on the edge of his bed. “I want to know what happened with Summer.
Selvam’s mouth went dry. He hadn’t expected this… her directness, her hunger for details. He shifted, the sheets pooling around his waist as he sat up straighter.
“We...” he began, then stopped, searching for the right words. “It was beautiful, Vanitha. She was beautiful.”
Vanitha leaned forward, her hand coming to rest on his bare chest. “I need details. I need to know what you did to her. What she felt like. How she tasted.”
The intensity in her voice made Selvam’s cock stir beneath the sheets. He took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts.
“She called me Daddy,” he said, the words coming out before he could stop them. “She said it made her feel safe, to be my good girl.”
Vanitha’s fingers tightened on his chest, her nails digging slightly into his skin. “And did you like that, mama? Being called Daddy by a white girl?”
Selvam nodded, unable to lie to her. “I did. It awakened something in me.”
“Tell me about her body,” Vanitha demanded, her voice dropping lower. “Her breasts. Were they as perfect as they look in photos?”
“They were,” Selvam confirmed, his voice growing husky. “So pale, so pink. It’s fair like yours. When I took her in my mouth, she tasted like honey.”
Vanitha’s breathing quickened. Her hand slid down his chest, across his stomach, until her fingers found the edge of the sheet. She pulled it back slowly, revealing his growing erection.
“And this?” she asked, her eyes fixed on his cock. “Did she enjoy this? Did she take all of you?”
Selvam’s gasped as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. “She was... overwhelmed at first. It was big for her, but she took me, ma. She took all of me.”
Vanitha’s hand began to move, stroking him with deliberate slowness. “And did you finish inside her, mama? Did you fill that pretty white pussy with your cum?”
“Yes, ma” Selvam admitted, his hips rising slightly to meet her strokes. “She asked me to. She wanted to feel me, to be filled by me.
Vanitha’s smile was sharp, almost predatory. “Just like I do, mama. I don’t blame her.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. “And now I want to taste you.”
“Vanitha… not here, not know with Ashok in the next room.”
But, she was already moving down the bed, her nightgown riding up as she positioned herself between his thighs.
She took his cock in her hand, her eyes locked on his face as she lowered her mouth to the head.
Her tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive ridge where his foreskin met the shaft. Selvam gasped at the contact, his fingers tangling in her dark hair.
She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth as she sucked him into the wet heat of her mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming after the afternoon’s activities, his cock still sensitive from Summer’s attention.
Selvam’s head fell back against the pillow, a groan escaping his lips.
“Vanitha,” he whispered, her name a prayer on his lips.
She hummed in response, the vibration traveling through his shaft. Her hand joined her mouth, stroking the base while her lips worked the sensitive head. The dual sensation had Selvam’s thighs tensing, his hips making small, involuntary movements.
“Did she suck you like this?” Vanitha asked, pulling back just enough to speak. “Did she take all of you in her pretty white mouth?”
Selvam nodded, unable to form words as she resumed her attentions.
His mind flashed between images… Summer on her knees before him, her fair face framed by his dark shaft… Vanitha now, her familiar touch somehow both comforting and arousing after the afternoon’s new experiences.
“She did,” he finally managed, his voice rough. “She was... enthusiastic.”
Vanitha’s eyes flashed with something unreadable as she increased her pace. Her hand moved faster, her lips creating a tight seal around his cock as she worked him deeper. The wet sounds of her mouth on him filled the quiet bedroom, punctuated by Selvam’s increasingly ragged breathing.
“And did you fuck her, mama?” she asked, her words slightly slurred around his shaft. “Did you stretch that tight white pussy with this big brown cock?”
“Yes, ma” Selvam admitted, his hands tightening in her hair. “She was so tight, Vanitha. So wet for me.”
Vanitha moaned around him, the sound sending a fresh wave of pleasure through his body. She pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva, her eyes dark with desire.
“Tell me how it felt, mama” she demanded, her hand never stopping its steady rhythm. “I want to know everything.”
Selvam took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts through the haze of pleasure. “She was so responsive, ma” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Every little movement, every touch... she felt everything.”
Vanitha’s hand tightened around him, her thumb circling the sensitive head. “And did she come? Did you make that sweet white girl come on your cock, mama?”
The crude language sent a jolt through Selvam’s system. He nodded, his breath coming faster. “Twice. The second time was... intense.”
Vanitha smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips. “Good,” she said simply. “She deserved to feel what you can do.”
She lowered her head again, taking him deep into her throat. Selvam gasped at the sensation, his body tensing as she swallowed around him. The wet heat of her mouth, combined with the knowledge of what she was doing, of who she was, sent him spiraling toward the edge.
“Vanitha,” he gasped, his voice barely audible. “I’m close.”
She didn’t stop. Instead, she increased her pace, her hand working in perfect sync with her mouth. Selvam’s hips began to move involuntarily, his cock sliding deeper into her throat with each thrust.
***
In the master bedroom, Ashok stirred from a deep sleep, his hand reaching instinctively for his wife’s warm body beside him. His fingers found only empty sheets, the space cool to the touch where Vanitha should have been.
He blinked in the darkness, his mind foggy with sleep. The digital clock on his nightstand glowed 2:13 AM. The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and... something else. A sound he couldn’t quite place.
“Baby?” he called softly, his voice hoarse from sleep.
No answer came. Perhaps she had gone to the kitchen for water, or maybe she was having trouble sleeping again. She’d been restless lately, her mind clearly occupied with something she wouldn’t share with him.
Ashok swung his legs over the side of the bed, the cool hardwood floor sending a small shiver up his spine. The hallway was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of night lights
“Baby? Vanitha?” he called again, his voice a bit louder this time.
Still no response. He moved down the hallway, checking the bathroom first. Empty. The kitchen downstairs was also dark and quiet from the banister. A small frown creased his forehead as he stood in the living room, listening to the silence of the house.
His father’s guest room door was closed, but the light streaked from under the door, but as Ashok approached, he heard it… a muffled sound that made his blood run cold. A woman’s voice, low and urgent, followed by his father’s deeper response.
He stepped closer to his Dad’s bedroom and placed his hand on the doorknobe.
His hand froze on the doorknob, his mind refusing to process what he was hearing. This couldn’t be happening. Not in his home. Not with his wife and his father.
“Ashok?”
The voice came from behind him, startling him from his frozen state. He turned to find Vanitha standing in the hallway, wearing only her silk robe, her hair messy as if she’d just woken up.
Ashok stared at his wife, his mind struggling to reconcile the image before him with the sounds he’d heard moments ago. Vanitha’s robe was tied loosely, the silk clinging to her curves in the dim hallway light. Her lips looked swollen, her eyes bright with an emotion he couldn’t quite name.
“I couldn’t sleep, kanna” she said, her voice softer than usual. “I was in the bathroom.”
Ashok glanced back at his father’s closed door. The light was still on, but the sounds had stopped. “I thought I heard something, baby” he said, his voice carefully neutral. “From Dad’s room.”
Vanitha’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in her eyes. “Maybe he was watching TV,” she suggested, stepping closer to him. “You know how he can’t sleep sometimes.”
Ashok nodded slowly, allowing her to take his hand. Her fingers were warm against his, slightly damp as if she’d recently washed them. The logical part of his brain wanted to believe her explanation, but something deeper, more instinctive, whispered doubts.
“Come back to bed, kanna” Vanitha said, tugging gently at his hand. “It’s late.”
As she led him back toward their bedroom, Ashok couldn’t help glancing over his shoulder at his father’s door. The light under it remained steady, no movement visible from within. Yet the memory of those muffled sounds lingered, planting confusion that he wasn’t ready to examine.
Selvam walked the familiar path from Summer’s house to Ashok’s home. His mind fully occupied with Summer’s pale skin flushed pink with pleasure, her Nordic features transformed by ecstasy, the stark contrast of his dark hands against her white flesh.
He paused at the gate of Ashok’s home, taking a moment to compose himself. Inside, Vanitha waited. The thought sent a complicated thrill through his body… anticipation mingled with guilt even thought his daughter-in-law gave him permission to fuck Summer.
When he knocked, the door swung open almost immediately. Vanitha stood in the entryway, her eyes meeting his with an intensity that stole his breath. No words passed between them, but her gaze dropped to his mouth, then back to his eyes, and Selvam knew with absolute certainty that she understood exactly what had happened.
“You’re back,” she said simply, her voice carrying layers of meaning beneath those two words.
Ashok appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “Dad, you’re just in time for dinner. Vanitha made your favorite… chicken biryani.”
Here was Ashok, blissfully unaware of the illicit encounter that had unfolded just hours before, standing beside his Dad who just fucked his 23-year-old intern, Summer.
“Thank you,” Selvam said, forcing his voice to remain steady. “I’ll just wash up first.”
Selvam answered Ashok’s questions about the royalty-license of the app and about the day with carefully constructed half-truths, aware of Vanitha’s gaze tracking his every movement.
Later, after Ashok went to the living room with his laptop, Vanitha approached Selvam in the kitchen.
“Did you enjoy your afternoon?” she asked, her voice low enough that Ashok wouldn’t hear.
Selvam’s throat tightened. “It was... significant.”
Vanitha’s lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m sure it was.” She brushed past him, her hand lingering on his arm for just a moment longer than necessary.
The night stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Selvam retired to the guest room, his body exhausted but his mind racing.
He could not sleep elusive as images of Summer’s face, her body, her voice saying his name, flooded his consciousness.
He must have dozed off eventually, because he startled awake at the soft knock on his door. The bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the digital clock on the nightstand that read 1:47 AM. He sat up, heart hammering, as the door creaked open.
Vanitha slipped inside, closing the door silently behind her. She wore only a thin silk short robe, no bottoms, her dark hair falling loose around her shoulders. In the dim light, her eyes looked almost black, her lips parted slightly as she stared at him.
“Tell me everything, mama” she whispered, crossing the room to sit on the edge of his bed. “I want to know what happened with Summer.
Selvam’s mouth went dry. He hadn’t expected this… her directness, her hunger for details. He shifted, the sheets pooling around his waist as he sat up straighter.
“We...” he began, then stopped, searching for the right words. “It was beautiful, Vanitha. She was beautiful.”
Vanitha leaned forward, her hand coming to rest on his bare chest. “I need details. I need to know what you did to her. What she felt like. How she tasted.”
The intensity in her voice made Selvam’s cock stir beneath the sheets. He took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts.
“She called me Daddy,” he said, the words coming out before he could stop them. “She said it made her feel safe, to be my good girl.”
Vanitha’s fingers tightened on his chest, her nails digging slightly into his skin. “And did you like that, mama? Being called Daddy by a white girl?”
Selvam nodded, unable to lie to her. “I did. It awakened something in me.”
“Tell me about her body,” Vanitha demanded, her voice dropping lower. “Her breasts. Were they as perfect as they look in photos?”
“They were,” Selvam confirmed, his voice growing husky. “So pale, so pink. It’s fair like yours. When I took her in my mouth, she tasted like honey.”
Vanitha’s breathing quickened. Her hand slid down his chest, across his stomach, until her fingers found the edge of the sheet. She pulled it back slowly, revealing his growing erection.
“And this?” she asked, her eyes fixed on his cock. “Did she enjoy this? Did she take all of you?”
Selvam’s gasped as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. “She was... overwhelmed at first. It was big for her, but she took me, ma. She took all of me.”
Vanitha’s hand began to move, stroking him with deliberate slowness. “And did you finish inside her, mama? Did you fill that pretty white pussy with your cum?”
“Yes, ma” Selvam admitted, his hips rising slightly to meet her strokes. “She asked me to. She wanted to feel me, to be filled by me.
Vanitha’s smile was sharp, almost predatory. “Just like I do, mama. I don’t blame her.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. “And now I want to taste you.”
“Vanitha… not here, not know with Ashok in the next room.”
But, she was already moving down the bed, her nightgown riding up as she positioned herself between his thighs.
She took his cock in her hand, her eyes locked on his face as she lowered her mouth to the head.
Her tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive ridge where his foreskin met the shaft. Selvam gasped at the contact, his fingers tangling in her dark hair.
She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth as she sucked him into the wet heat of her mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming after the afternoon’s activities, his cock still sensitive from Summer’s attention.
Selvam’s head fell back against the pillow, a groan escaping his lips.
“Vanitha,” he whispered, her name a prayer on his lips.
She hummed in response, the vibration traveling through his shaft. Her hand joined her mouth, stroking the base while her lips worked the sensitive head. The dual sensation had Selvam’s thighs tensing, his hips making small, involuntary movements.
“Did she suck you like this?” Vanitha asked, pulling back just enough to speak. “Did she take all of you in her pretty white mouth?”
Selvam nodded, unable to form words as she resumed her attentions.
His mind flashed between images… Summer on her knees before him, her fair face framed by his dark shaft… Vanitha now, her familiar touch somehow both comforting and arousing after the afternoon’s new experiences.
“She did,” he finally managed, his voice rough. “She was... enthusiastic.”
Vanitha’s eyes flashed with something unreadable as she increased her pace. Her hand moved faster, her lips creating a tight seal around his cock as she worked him deeper. The wet sounds of her mouth on him filled the quiet bedroom, punctuated by Selvam’s increasingly ragged breathing.
“And did you fuck her, mama?” she asked, her words slightly slurred around his shaft. “Did you stretch that tight white pussy with this big brown cock?”
“Yes, ma” Selvam admitted, his hands tightening in her hair. “She was so tight, Vanitha. So wet for me.”
Vanitha moaned around him, the sound sending a fresh wave of pleasure through his body. She pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva, her eyes dark with desire.
“Tell me how it felt, mama” she demanded, her hand never stopping its steady rhythm. “I want to know everything.”
Selvam took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts through the haze of pleasure. “She was so responsive, ma” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Every little movement, every touch... she felt everything.”
Vanitha’s hand tightened around him, her thumb circling the sensitive head. “And did she come? Did you make that sweet white girl come on your cock, mama?”
The crude language sent a jolt through Selvam’s system. He nodded, his breath coming faster. “Twice. The second time was... intense.”
Vanitha smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips. “Good,” she said simply. “She deserved to feel what you can do.”
She lowered her head again, taking him deep into her throat. Selvam gasped at the sensation, his body tensing as she swallowed around him. The wet heat of her mouth, combined with the knowledge of what she was doing, of who she was, sent him spiraling toward the edge.
“Vanitha,” he gasped, his voice barely audible. “I’m close.”
She didn’t stop. Instead, she increased her pace, her hand working in perfect sync with her mouth. Selvam’s hips began to move involuntarily, his cock sliding deeper into her throat with each thrust.
***
In the master bedroom, Ashok stirred from a deep sleep, his hand reaching instinctively for his wife’s warm body beside him. His fingers found only empty sheets, the space cool to the touch where Vanitha should have been.
He blinked in the darkness, his mind foggy with sleep. The digital clock on his nightstand glowed 2:13 AM. The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and... something else. A sound he couldn’t quite place.
“Baby?” he called softly, his voice hoarse from sleep.
No answer came. Perhaps she had gone to the kitchen for water, or maybe she was having trouble sleeping again. She’d been restless lately, her mind clearly occupied with something she wouldn’t share with him.
Ashok swung his legs over the side of the bed, the cool hardwood floor sending a small shiver up his spine. The hallway was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of night lights
“Baby? Vanitha?” he called again, his voice a bit louder this time.
Still no response. He moved down the hallway, checking the bathroom first. Empty. The kitchen downstairs was also dark and quiet from the banister. A small frown creased his forehead as he stood in the living room, listening to the silence of the house.
His father’s guest room door was closed, but the light streaked from under the door, but as Ashok approached, he heard it… a muffled sound that made his blood run cold. A woman’s voice, low and urgent, followed by his father’s deeper response.
He stepped closer to his Dad’s bedroom and placed his hand on the doorknobe.
His hand froze on the doorknob, his mind refusing to process what he was hearing. This couldn’t be happening. Not in his home. Not with his wife and his father.
“Ashok?”
The voice came from behind him, startling him from his frozen state. He turned to find Vanitha standing in the hallway, wearing only her silk robe, her hair messy as if she’d just woken up.
Ashok stared at his wife, his mind struggling to reconcile the image before him with the sounds he’d heard moments ago. Vanitha’s robe was tied loosely, the silk clinging to her curves in the dim hallway light. Her lips looked swollen, her eyes bright with an emotion he couldn’t quite name.
“I couldn’t sleep, kanna” she said, her voice softer than usual. “I was in the bathroom.”
Ashok glanced back at his father’s closed door. The light was still on, but the sounds had stopped. “I thought I heard something, baby” he said, his voice carefully neutral. “From Dad’s room.”
Vanitha’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in her eyes. “Maybe he was watching TV,” she suggested, stepping closer to him. “You know how he can’t sleep sometimes.”
Ashok nodded slowly, allowing her to take his hand. Her fingers were warm against his, slightly damp as if she’d recently washed them. The logical part of his brain wanted to believe her explanation, but something deeper, more instinctive, whispered doubts.
“Come back to bed, kanna” Vanitha said, tugging gently at his hand. “It’s late.”
As she led him back toward their bedroom, Ashok couldn’t help glancing over his shoulder at his father’s door. The light under it remained steady, no movement visible from within. Yet the memory of those muffled sounds lingered, planting confusion that he wasn’t ready to examine.
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