Daughter vs Mother – Part 1

My name is Virender, and I am 28 years old. I work in Bangalore. I’ve been dating Inaka, my colleague, for a year. (Inaka – 24). Initially, my attraction was purely physical.

I craved intimacy, the kind I hadn’t found elsewhere. Inaka, however, was different. She’s a bombshell, undeniably beautiful. But she’s fiercely committed to waiting until marriage for physical intimacy. This was a shock at first, a devastating blow to my expectations.

I confess the frustration was immense. The thought of her untouched, her purity, was both alluring and frustrating. But talking to her, understanding her upbringing – shaped by her mother, Pavisha (45)

Episode-1:

The morning was crisp, the kind that made you feel alive. Bangalore’s streets were already buzzing with activity, but my mind was elsewhere. I adjusted my shirt collar. Checking my reflection in the rearview mirror one last time before stepping out of the car.

My heart was racing. But it was not for the reason it usually did when I was about to see Inaka. No, today was different. Inaka was out of town in Kolkata to process her visa. Her father had gone with her, leaving Pavisha alone at home. I had been dreading this visit.

My parents were coming next week to meet Inaka’s family. I needed to ensure everything was perfect. But something else was gnawing at me—a suspicion that had been growing since I saw that man enter Pavisha’s house earlier. I had arrived around 8:30 a.m., planning to drop by unannounced.

Courteous, I thought, but also strategic. As I walked up to the gate, I noticed a middle-aged man standing at the doorstep. He was wearing a hoodie, his face partially obscured. My stomach churned. Who was he? He knocked, and Pavisha opened the door.

They exchanged a few words, and he left his footwear outside, But Pavisha gestured for him to bring it in. That’s when it hit me—this wasn’t a casual visit. I froze, watching as they disappeared inside. My mind raced. Was Pavisha having an affair? The thought seemed absurd, but the evidence was there.

I waited for three agonizing minutes, my heart pounding in my chest. Then, I pulled out my phone and dialled Inaka’s number. She picked up almost immediately. “Virender? What’s up?” Her voice was light and cheerful, and she was unaware of the storm brewing back home.

“Hey, Inaka,” I said, forcing a calm tone. “I’m at your place. Just thought I’d drop by to check on your mom while you’re away.”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you,” she replied. “Put her on, will you? I want to say hi.”

“Sure,” I said, my hands trembling as I walked toward the door. I knocked, loud and deliberate. Pavisha opened it a moment later, her face paling when she saw me. Before she could react, I handed her the phone.

“Inaka’s on the line,” I said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. Pavisha’s eyes widened. But she had no choice but to take the phone and start talking to her daughter. I didn’t waste a second. I scanned the room, searching for any sign of the man I had seen earlier.

The house was quiet, almost too quiet. I moved swiftly, my footsteps barely making a sound. The living room was empty, so I made my way toward the hallway. There were two doors—one led to the kitchen, the other to the bedrooms. I chose the latter, my instincts screaming at me to hurry.

As I approached the first door, I heard a faint rustling sound. My pulse quickened. I reached for the knob, turning it slowly. The door creaked open, revealing a sight that made my breath hitch.

The man was there, crouched behind the bed, trying to hide. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with panic. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

“Virender, stop!” Pavisha’s voice was louder now, filled with desperation. She grabbed my arm, her grip surprisingly strong. “Please, don’t—”

“Tell Inaka not to worry,” I said, my voice smooth. “I’ll make sure everything’s taken care of.”

Pavisha nodded, her hands trembling as she handed the phone back to me. I took it, my smile widening as I brought it to my ear.

“Hey, Inaka,” I said, my voice warm and reassuring. “Everything’s fine here. Your mom’s in good hands.”

“Thank you, Virender,” she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. “You’re the best.”

I chuckled softly. “I know.”

As I ended the call, I turned to Pavisha, my expression hardening. “We need to talk.”

I shook her off, my focus solely on the man hiding behind the bed. He was no threat physically. But his presence here—in Pavisha’s bedroom while Inaka was away—was enough to send a surge of anger through me. “Answer me!” I barked, my voice sharp enough to make him flinch.

The man raised his hands in surrender, his eyes darting between me and Pavisha. “I—I’m just my friend’s husband,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “We’re not—it’s not what it looks like—”

“Oh, really?” I took another step forward, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Because it looks like you’re hiding behind a bed in my girlfriend’s mother’s bedroom. So, please, enlighten me.”

Pavisha stepped between us, her hands raised to shield the man from me. “Virender, please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “It’s not what you think. He’s just—he’s helping me with something.”

I stared at her, my anger giving way to confusion. “Helping you? With what, exactly?”

She hesitated, her eyes filling with tears. “It’s—it’s complicated. Please, just let him go. I’ll explain everything later.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. My eyes flicked back to the man still cowering behind Pavisha. He looked pathetic, his face pale with fear. But there was something else in his eyes—guilt, yes, but also a flicker of something darker. Resentment, maybe.

I was not ready to let him go so easily. I asked Pavisha how long she’s been having an affair. Pavisha said it had been a year. But she just gave him a blowjob once, and they fucked once as they didn’t get time. Pavisha said it was her friend’s husband.

I called the guy to the hall. He came. I beat him brutally and said, “Who the fuck are you to fuck another’s wife? You mother fucker!”

He panicked. I asked Pavisha to call her friend, or I will call Pavisha’s husband. Pavisha pleaded, but I kicked on the guy’s stomach. I smacked him a couple of times. I made Pavisha and the man kneel and recorded a video of their confession.

I ordered Pavisha to pee on the floor and asked the guy to lick it clean. They both were humiliated, but they didn’t have an option. They did as I said. The guy started crying. I kicked the guy out of the house.

“Fine,” I said finally, my voice cold. “But if I ever see you near this house again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

The man nodded quickly, his relief palpable. He scrambled to his feet, keeping his distance from me as he edged toward the door. Pavisha stepped aside to let him pass, her eyes downcast.

As soon as he was gone, I turned to Pavisha, my arms crossed over my chest. “Now, explain.”

I asked Pavisha to kneel in front of me. She knelt.

I said, “Pavisha, you will pay for what you have done. Until now, you made me not to touch your daughter. Are you gonna pimp your daughter to me?”

Pavisha: (while kneeling) It won’t happen.

I slapped her twice.

Me: You are not in a position to argue.

She was bold and courageous.

Pavisha: I won’t, my Master. You can use me instead. I’ll be your bitch.

I was shocked.

Pavisha: I tried having an affair for the first time in my life, but that guy didn’t have balls. Since I was horny, I was with him, but today after seeing him cry, I don’t need that son of a bitch. I need a bull like you.

Me: Kneel and explain

She looked up at me, her eyes brimming with tears. “Virender, I—” Her voice faltered, and she took a shaky breath. “He’s… he’s an old friend. From before, I married Inaka’s father. We used to—to be close.”

“Close enough for him to sneak into your bedroom while your daughter is away?” I asked, my tone sharp.

She flinched, her hands twisting together nervously. “It’s not like that. He’s been blackmailing me. Threatening to tell Inaka’s father about our past if I don’t give him money.”

I stared at her, my mind reeling. “Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you go to the police?”

She shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I couldn’t. If Inaka’s father found out… it would destroy our family. And Inaka—she would never forgive me.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Pavisha, this isn’t the way to handle something like this. You can’t just let him control you like that.”

She looked up at me, her eyes pleading. “I know. But I didn’t know what else to do. And now—now you know.”

I hesitated, my anger softening as I looked at her. She seemed so vulnerable, so lost. And yet, there was something else in her eyes—a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place. Desire, maybe. Or desperation.

“Pavisha,” I said softly, stepping closer to her. “You don’t have to face this alone. Let me help you.”

She looked up at me, her breath hitching. “Why would you do that? After everything?”

I reached out, brushing a tear from her cheek. “Because I care about Inaka. And because I care about you.”

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, neither of us moved. The air between us felt charged, heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. Then, slowly, she leaned into my touch, her breath warm against my skin.

“Virender,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I—”

Before she could finish, I closed the distance between us, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that was as unexpected as it was intense. She froze for a moment, her body stiff with shock. But then she melted into me, her hands clutching at my shoulders. She kissed me back with a desperation that mirrored my own.

It was wrong—I knew it was wrong. But at that moment, I didn’t care. All I could think about was how she felt in my arms and how her body pressed against mine, soft and warm and yielding. Her lips were sweet, her breath hot, and her hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, claiming.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless, our chests heaving. Pavisha looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire. “Virender,” she said, her voice a husky whisper. “I—”

I didn’t let her finish. Instead, I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands sliding down her back to cup her ass. She moaned into my mouth, her body arching into mine.

“We shouldn’t—” she began, but I cut her off with another kiss, silencing her protests.

“I don’t care,” I murmured against her lips. “I need you, Pavisha. Right now.”

She hesitated for a moment, her body trembling with indecision. But then, with a soft sigh, she gave in, her hands tangling in my hair. She kissed me back with a fervour that left me dizzy.

Her body pressed against mine, soft and warm and yielding. Her lips were sweet, her breath hot, and her hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, claiming. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body responded to every touch, every kiss.

My hands roamed over her curves, tracing the outline of her breasts, her hips, her ass. She moaned softly, her body arching into my touch. I could feel the need in her, the desperation, and it only fueled my own.

I spun her around, pressing her against the bedroom wall. My hands gripped her waist, holding her in place as I trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone lower. She moaned, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I pulled her dress down, exposing her breasts.

“Virender,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “We shouldn’t—”

“I know,” I murmured, my lips closing over her nipple. She gasped, her back arching as I sucked and teased, my hands sliding down to grip her ass.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I continued to explore her body with my mouth and hands. She was so soft, so responsive, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

My hands found the hem of her dress, sliding it over her hips. She gasped as my fingers brushed against her panties, already damp with her arousal.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice a husky plea. “Virender, I need—”

“I know,” I murmured, my fingers slipping beneath the fabric to tease her slick folds. She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand as I stroked her, teasing her until she was trembling with need.

“Virender,” she gasped, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Please—”

I didn’t make her wait any longer. I picked her up, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice low and rough.

She nodded, her breath hitching. “Yes. Please, Virender, I need—”

I cut her off with a kiss, my body pressing hers into the mattress. My hands roamed over her curves, teasing and touching until she was writhing beneath me.

I moved between her legs, my hands gripping her hips as I positioned myself at her entrance. She gasped as I pushed into her, her body arching to meet mine.

“Virender,” she moaned, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Yes, please—”

I started moving slowly at first, then faster as her body responded to mine. She moaned, her hips rising to meet every thrust, her nails digging into my skin. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the soft slap of skin against skin.

I drove into her, claiming her in a way I shouldn’t. But at that moment, I didn’t care about right or wrong. All that mattered was the way she felt around me, the way her body moved with mine. The way she moaned my name.

“Virender,” she gasped, her body trembling as she neared her release. “I’m going to—”

“Let go,” I urged, my release building as I continued to thrust into her. “Cum for me, Pavisha.”

With a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing around me as I followed her over the edge, spilling myself deep inside her.

We lay there, tangled together, our bodies still trembling from its intensity. Pavisha looked up at me, her eyes softened with something I couldn’t quite place.

“What happens now?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I hesitated, my mind racing. What did happen now? I had just slept with my girlfriend’s mother. There was no going back from that.

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