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Temptations Unveiled: A Daughter-in-Law's Forbidden Arousal - Part 13
Dad kept his cock buried deep in my pussy, practically lying on my back, our bodies glued together as he rested his face against the back of my neck, totally spent from that intense fuck. I turned my face a bit. "Shyamala, I'm so damn happy, sweetie. It's been ages since my cock stayed this hard even after cumming—only happened today, Shyamala." He kept talking.
"Yeah, Dad, me too—feels like the most satisfying fuck in forever today. Keep your cock in my pussy just like this a little longer," I purred breathlessly.
As I finished saying that, Dad turned my face a bit more and started savoring my lips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. We'd completely forgotten someone had opened a door and come out.
Dad was feeding me his saliva, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, giving me that delicious pleasure. Suddenly, it sounded like someone opening the kitchen door. Dad and I snapped apart from the kiss, staring in shock. There stood my dad. Me bent over, Dad's cock still plugged in my pussy—we froze, staring back.
My dad blinked hard, "Sweetie, Shyamala, are you there? You're in here? Shyamala, I left my glasses on the bed. Woke up now, groping around but can't find them. Grab them for me, please. Sweetie, Shyamala."
I looked at Dad and let out a relieved sigh. Gestured to him to stay quiet.
"Oh god, Dad, yeah, I'm here. You can't see a thing without your glasses, right? Do you need to come over? You could've called from there, Dad. What if you bumped into something?" I talked while still bent over. Dad hadn't pulled his cock out of my pussy yet, standing stock still.
"I won't bump, sweetie. Felt my way here. Just get those glasses for me, please," he said, waving his hands in the air, squinting.
I straightened up as Dad slowly pulled out. Fixed my saree quick. Hooks on my blouse for the hanging tits? Dad stopped my hand from buttoning, grabbed my two massive tits and started kneading. I couldn't stop him, defeated, tried to pull away. But he bent down and latched onto one tit with his mouth.
My dad, squinting hard, "Shyamala, is someone else in the kitchen with you?"
My heart pounded.
"What, Dad? Why ask that?" Dad was switching between my two tits, pulling and sucking them wildly.
"Nothing, sweetie, looks like two shapes or something. Hard without glasses, dear," he rubbed his eyes.
"Hmmm, no one, Dad. Just me. Your son-in-law and grandkids wake late," I said as Dad sucked my tits right in front of my dad—it was shameful but Dad's sucking stirred my lust lightly too.
"So, your father-in-law...?" Dad asked, squinting harder.
"Dad? Oh, he goes for walks early morning. Should be back any time. Wait, I'll search and bring your glasses," I pulled away slowly from Dad sucking my two tits alternately.
Today's morning turned out to give me such overflowing lust pleasure from Dad—I never expected it. At the same time, it was a terrifying morning when Dad walked in while I was getting fucked by my father-in-law, mixing fear and thrill in my heart. Somehow managed cooking, showered, and when I came out, everyone was up.
Arjun would ask for coffee, I thought, but there he was with my sister Lakshmi, cups in hand, sitting on the sofa chatting. The girls don't drink coffee or tea, so they were fiddling with something on my sister's phone.
Coming out towel-drying my hair, "What, artist? You made coffee yourself today? And for my sister too? When have you ever made one for me?" I teased.
Arjun laughed, "I didn't make it, Shyamala. Your sister did and gave it."
I turned to Lakshmi. She nodded yes, pretending to fix her collarless T-shirt collar like showing off proudly.
"Not bad, girl. Learned to make tea," I said to her, then as I started drying and braiding my hair, "Sis, do it. Do it," she ran over and braided my hair into a plait.
"Okay, girl. I'm late. Get the girls ready for school today," I said, pointing to the girls fiddling on Lakshmi's phone, then suddenly remembering, "Oh yeah, what milk did you use for the coffee?" I asked my sister.
"Why, sis? The one in the pot next to the stove."
This morning, I'd dunked my father-in-law's cock in and out of that milk—it flashed in my mind. "Oh no," I put my hand to my head, turned, and there Dad was, pretending to bite his tongue.
"Why, sis? What's with that milk?"
"Nothing. It was yesterday's milk. Thought I'd curdle it for yogurt. That's all. Nothing else," I said, laughing inside, and packed my lunch box for afternoon, grabbed my handbag, and left.
" Hon, I'm leaving. Don't just sit there. You're getting late too. Get ready. Lakshmi, take care, girl. I'll try for a couple days leave from school. Okay?"
"No problem, sis. You go. I'll handle it."
School's five kilometers from home. Sometimes bus, sometimes auto. Today waited for bus but missed it, took an auto. On the way, my mind swirled with thoughts. Is giving myself to Dad right? What if Arjun finds out?
Did my dad really not see anything today? Or pretend not to? Last night during Dad's video call jerking off for me, someone opened a door—who was that? If Dad fucks me like he fucked his daughter Priya with everyone knowing, I wouldn't have to fear like this?
At school, same thoughts came but teaching the kids made me forget them all. The school goes up to twelfth grade, but I teach sixth to ninth. My students have always passed well, giving me respect in the school. Respect from students too.
Forgot about Dad and sister being home, and Dad, almost completely. No phone in class. After ninth grade class, lunch break—so sat with other teachers, ate, then checked my phone. Lots of WhatsApp messages. One from my sister Lakshmi. Curious what she sent, opened it. Looked like a video. With it, "Sis, watch this video a bit." with laughing smiles.
Probably some video meme. No class now, let's see what it is—I downloaded and played the video. In it, someone's back showed. The person had a hand at the waist in front, moving it back and forth doing something.
Looked closer. My head spun. It was my father-in-law. Last night on video call showing me his cock, jerking it off—that scene now as a video sent by my sister. The one who came out of the room last night was my sister. She must've recorded Dad jerking off without him knowing. Seeing that, I thought what to reply to her.
– What is this, girl?
– Forget what it is. Do you recognize the place, sis?
– What place?
(Acting like I didn't know, I replied)
– Oh god, sis. You've been in this house for 12 years. Don't you recognize your own home?
– What are you saying?
– Yeah, sis. Where I'm staying now. Your house. That's what you saw in the video.
(As she said it, my heart pounded wondering what she'd say next.)
– In our house? Where?
– Kitchen, sis
– Who's doing what in the kitchen?
(Acting clueless, I asked)
– Don't you recognize who? It's your father-in-law.
– Who? His dad? What is he doing in the kitchen? When did you take this video?
– Last night, sis. Don't you see what he's doing?
(I replied acting like I didn't know)
– No idea.
– Okay, look closely and tell me when you get home.
She said that and went offline. I never expected her to do this. What will happen when I get home? If my sister tells me my father-in-law was jerking off, what do I say? How do I react? I sank into thought.
"Madam, some relatives of yours are here to see you," the peon came into the staff room and said, snapping my thoughts.
"Who? My relatives?"
"Yes, madam."
"Did you ask who?"
"No, madam. Sir is standing near our school canteen."
"Okay. You go."
Thinking, I got up. Relatives to see me, and a man at that. Could've come home. Why school? Thinking that, I went toward the school canteen.
From afar, couldn't identify who. Closer and closer, mind thinking who, who. Finally, oh, it's him. Daniel, who married Ravi's sister—love marriage, interfaith. Name even... oh, Daniel. Haven't seen him at many family events. Because of interfaith marriage, maybe he stays away thinking family doesn't like him.
Whenever I saw him, I'd say don't think like that. No one's sidelining you. Come to all family events. Beyond that, no big acquaintance. Hasn't come to our house much. But why is he here to see me now? Thinking that, I went to him.
"Come, come. How are you? How's everyone at home?"
"Doing good. How are you?"
"Good. Never had anyone come to school to see me like this before," I laughed. He laughed too and stayed quiet. We were silent for the next thirty seconds. I broke the silence.
"Our school canteen tea is really good," I said, turning to the tea master, "Brother, two special teas."
He stayed silent again.
"You haven't said why you came," I continued.
"Nothing. I have P D Fine Arts shop. You know, I think. Arjun buys his drawing stuff from me."
"Oh. I know you have a shop. But didn't know he buys from you," I said laughing. He laughed too and looked at me steadily. "He came Friday for some drawing things. Left this file," he said, handing me the file he'd been holding. I took it.
"Oh. He forgets something everywhere he goes. Okay, I'll give it to him. Thanks," I smiled.
"No problem. I'm leaving," Daniel said, trying to go. I stopped him with a gesture.
"I ordered tea. Have it and go, wait," I said as the master brought the teas.
Daniel drank the tea without speaking and said, "Okay. Disturbed you during school time. Leaving."
"Oh no, not at all. I should thank you. Must be important drawings or something. You brought it all this way."
He stared at me a bit and said, "I think so too. Must be important drawings. Give it safely to Arjun," he smiled and left straight to his car and drove off. I went back to the staff room, put the file on the table, and sat. Good man.
Arjun forgot the file carelessly. Idiot. Daniel must have seen it for sure. He might have taken photos. What will he do with it? Post online? All sorts of thoughts worried me. Thinking something, I started searching if Daniel's phone number is in my mobile. (To be continued)
Dad kept his cock buried deep in my pussy, practically lying on my back, our bodies glued together as he rested his face against the back of my neck, totally spent from that intense fuck. I turned my face a bit. "Shyamala, I'm so damn happy, sweetie. It's been ages since my cock stayed this hard even after cumming—only happened today, Shyamala." He kept talking.
"Yeah, Dad, me too—feels like the most satisfying fuck in forever today. Keep your cock in my pussy just like this a little longer," I purred breathlessly.
As I finished saying that, Dad turned my face a bit more and started savoring my lips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. We'd completely forgotten someone had opened a door and come out.
Dad was feeding me his saliva, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, giving me that delicious pleasure. Suddenly, it sounded like someone opening the kitchen door. Dad and I snapped apart from the kiss, staring in shock. There stood my dad. Me bent over, Dad's cock still plugged in my pussy—we froze, staring back.
My dad blinked hard, "Sweetie, Shyamala, are you there? You're in here? Shyamala, I left my glasses on the bed. Woke up now, groping around but can't find them. Grab them for me, please. Sweetie, Shyamala."
I looked at Dad and let out a relieved sigh. Gestured to him to stay quiet.
"Oh god, Dad, yeah, I'm here. You can't see a thing without your glasses, right? Do you need to come over? You could've called from there, Dad. What if you bumped into something?" I talked while still bent over. Dad hadn't pulled his cock out of my pussy yet, standing stock still.
"I won't bump, sweetie. Felt my way here. Just get those glasses for me, please," he said, waving his hands in the air, squinting.
I straightened up as Dad slowly pulled out. Fixed my saree quick. Hooks on my blouse for the hanging tits? Dad stopped my hand from buttoning, grabbed my two massive tits and started kneading. I couldn't stop him, defeated, tried to pull away. But he bent down and latched onto one tit with his mouth.
My dad, squinting hard, "Shyamala, is someone else in the kitchen with you?"
My heart pounded.
"What, Dad? Why ask that?" Dad was switching between my two tits, pulling and sucking them wildly.
"Nothing, sweetie, looks like two shapes or something. Hard without glasses, dear," he rubbed his eyes.
"Hmmm, no one, Dad. Just me. Your son-in-law and grandkids wake late," I said as Dad sucked my tits right in front of my dad—it was shameful but Dad's sucking stirred my lust lightly too.
"So, your father-in-law...?" Dad asked, squinting harder.
"Dad? Oh, he goes for walks early morning. Should be back any time. Wait, I'll search and bring your glasses," I pulled away slowly from Dad sucking my two tits alternately.
Today's morning turned out to give me such overflowing lust pleasure from Dad—I never expected it. At the same time, it was a terrifying morning when Dad walked in while I was getting fucked by my father-in-law, mixing fear and thrill in my heart. Somehow managed cooking, showered, and when I came out, everyone was up.
Arjun would ask for coffee, I thought, but there he was with my sister Lakshmi, cups in hand, sitting on the sofa chatting. The girls don't drink coffee or tea, so they were fiddling with something on my sister's phone.
Coming out towel-drying my hair, "What, artist? You made coffee yourself today? And for my sister too? When have you ever made one for me?" I teased.
Arjun laughed, "I didn't make it, Shyamala. Your sister did and gave it."
I turned to Lakshmi. She nodded yes, pretending to fix her collarless T-shirt collar like showing off proudly.
"Not bad, girl. Learned to make tea," I said to her, then as I started drying and braiding my hair, "Sis, do it. Do it," she ran over and braided my hair into a plait.
"Okay, girl. I'm late. Get the girls ready for school today," I said, pointing to the girls fiddling on Lakshmi's phone, then suddenly remembering, "Oh yeah, what milk did you use for the coffee?" I asked my sister.
"Why, sis? The one in the pot next to the stove."
This morning, I'd dunked my father-in-law's cock in and out of that milk—it flashed in my mind. "Oh no," I put my hand to my head, turned, and there Dad was, pretending to bite his tongue.
"Why, sis? What's with that milk?"
"Nothing. It was yesterday's milk. Thought I'd curdle it for yogurt. That's all. Nothing else," I said, laughing inside, and packed my lunch box for afternoon, grabbed my handbag, and left.
" Hon, I'm leaving. Don't just sit there. You're getting late too. Get ready. Lakshmi, take care, girl. I'll try for a couple days leave from school. Okay?"
"No problem, sis. You go. I'll handle it."
School's five kilometers from home. Sometimes bus, sometimes auto. Today waited for bus but missed it, took an auto. On the way, my mind swirled with thoughts. Is giving myself to Dad right? What if Arjun finds out?
Did my dad really not see anything today? Or pretend not to? Last night during Dad's video call jerking off for me, someone opened a door—who was that? If Dad fucks me like he fucked his daughter Priya with everyone knowing, I wouldn't have to fear like this?
At school, same thoughts came but teaching the kids made me forget them all. The school goes up to twelfth grade, but I teach sixth to ninth. My students have always passed well, giving me respect in the school. Respect from students too.
Forgot about Dad and sister being home, and Dad, almost completely. No phone in class. After ninth grade class, lunch break—so sat with other teachers, ate, then checked my phone. Lots of WhatsApp messages. One from my sister Lakshmi. Curious what she sent, opened it. Looked like a video. With it, "Sis, watch this video a bit." with laughing smiles.
Probably some video meme. No class now, let's see what it is—I downloaded and played the video. In it, someone's back showed. The person had a hand at the waist in front, moving it back and forth doing something.
Looked closer. My head spun. It was my father-in-law. Last night on video call showing me his cock, jerking it off—that scene now as a video sent by my sister. The one who came out of the room last night was my sister. She must've recorded Dad jerking off without him knowing. Seeing that, I thought what to reply to her.
– What is this, girl?
– Forget what it is. Do you recognize the place, sis?
– What place?
(Acting like I didn't know, I replied)
– Oh god, sis. You've been in this house for 12 years. Don't you recognize your own home?
– What are you saying?
– Yeah, sis. Where I'm staying now. Your house. That's what you saw in the video.
(As she said it, my heart pounded wondering what she'd say next.)
– In our house? Where?
– Kitchen, sis
– Who's doing what in the kitchen?
(Acting clueless, I asked)
– Don't you recognize who? It's your father-in-law.
– Who? His dad? What is he doing in the kitchen? When did you take this video?
– Last night, sis. Don't you see what he's doing?
(I replied acting like I didn't know)
– No idea.
– Okay, look closely and tell me when you get home.
She said that and went offline. I never expected her to do this. What will happen when I get home? If my sister tells me my father-in-law was jerking off, what do I say? How do I react? I sank into thought.
"Madam, some relatives of yours are here to see you," the peon came into the staff room and said, snapping my thoughts.
"Who? My relatives?"
"Yes, madam."
"Did you ask who?"
"No, madam. Sir is standing near our school canteen."
"Okay. You go."
Thinking, I got up. Relatives to see me, and a man at that. Could've come home. Why school? Thinking that, I went toward the school canteen.
From afar, couldn't identify who. Closer and closer, mind thinking who, who. Finally, oh, it's him. Daniel, who married Ravi's sister—love marriage, interfaith. Name even... oh, Daniel. Haven't seen him at many family events. Because of interfaith marriage, maybe he stays away thinking family doesn't like him.
Whenever I saw him, I'd say don't think like that. No one's sidelining you. Come to all family events. Beyond that, no big acquaintance. Hasn't come to our house much. But why is he here to see me now? Thinking that, I went to him.
"Come, come. How are you? How's everyone at home?"
"Doing good. How are you?"
"Good. Never had anyone come to school to see me like this before," I laughed. He laughed too and stayed quiet. We were silent for the next thirty seconds. I broke the silence.
"Our school canteen tea is really good," I said, turning to the tea master, "Brother, two special teas."
He stayed silent again.
"You haven't said why you came," I continued.
"Nothing. I have P D Fine Arts shop. You know, I think. Arjun buys his drawing stuff from me."
"Oh. I know you have a shop. But didn't know he buys from you," I said laughing. He laughed too and looked at me steadily. "He came Friday for some drawing things. Left this file," he said, handing me the file he'd been holding. I took it.
"Oh. He forgets something everywhere he goes. Okay, I'll give it to him. Thanks," I smiled.
"No problem. I'm leaving," Daniel said, trying to go. I stopped him with a gesture.
"I ordered tea. Have it and go, wait," I said as the master brought the teas.
Daniel drank the tea without speaking and said, "Okay. Disturbed you during school time. Leaving."
"Oh no, not at all. I should thank you. Must be important drawings or something. You brought it all this way."
He stared at me a bit and said, "I think so too. Must be important drawings. Give it safely to Arjun," he smiled and left straight to his car and drove off. I went back to the staff room, put the file on the table, and sat. Good man.
Arjun forgot the file carelessly. Idiot. Daniel must have seen it for sure. He might have taken photos. What will he do with it? Post online? All sorts of thoughts worried me. Thinking something, I started searching if Daniel's phone number is in my mobile. (To be continued)
