Tales about Hot Daddies
In the tantalizing world of "It's Also Love?", innocence collides with desire, and familial bonds blur as Meet, a sweet and impressionable young boy, finds himself swept into the captivating orbit of his adopted father, Rajbh...
This Maldives trip is low-key the best revenge plot I've ever cooked up. I'm determined to finally have my way with Papa—the same man who yanked down my shorts at the pool party and never once apologized. Tonight, I'm finally getting even. I'm so fucking horny; I've had enough of just being squeezed and teased.
While everyone was busy with jet-skis and volleyball, I snuck off to the chemist. I used the AI on my phone, tricking it with fake symptoms until it spilled the name of the tablet I needed — the one that turns a man into a horny beast when mixed in a drink. The pharmacist gave me a weird look and warned, "Use very carefully, sir. One tablet is enough to make someone... very energetic." I just grinned and paid. Tonight is going to be epic.
Dinner was at this fancy beachside pavilion — candles, fresh seafood, ocean waves in the background. Param papa was already tipsy, shirt half-open, hairy chest on full display. He kept talking dirty as usual.
"Arre, these Maldives girls walking around in strings — no shame! Back home, my wife knows better. If she wore that shit outside, I'd rip it off and spank her ass red. Real men don't share their goods."
Rocky shook his head, laughing. "Pops, you're drunk. The kids are here — tone it down."
Param snorted. "Kids? These two are adults. John's got a peanut between his legs, not a dick — he can handle adult talk."
I smirked into my drink, heart racing. I had already slipped the tablet into Param's whiskey earlier. It was working — his eyes were getting glassy, voice louder, hands gesturing wildly. He kept glancing at my tiny speedos, smirking.
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After dinner, as we walked back, Papa slung his heavy arm around my shoulders. "Johnny, my favorite twig — you've been quiet tonight. Planning something naughty?"
I grinned innocently. "Me? Never, papa."
Rajbhir Uncle chuckled, walking with Meet. "Behave, you two."
We reached the villa. Rajbhir helped Param inside, teasing him. "You drank too much again, old man."
Param laughed. "Old man? My lund is younger than your attitude. Tonight I could fuck a whole bunch of girls if I wanted."
Rajbhir shook his head, amused. "Go sleep it off. Your wife is waiting for you back home, remember?"
Param waved him off. "Yeah, yeah... good night, man."
The moment Rajbhir Uncle left and the door closed, the lights in the suite suddenly went out. Papa Param cursed in the dark. "What the fuck? Cheap resort wiring!"
I was already inside, sitting on the edge of the bed in just my tiny underwear, heart pounding with excitement and fear. The room was pitch black. I could hear Param stumbling, grunting, starting to strip.
"Fucking dark... where's the switch..." he muttered, then started singing some vulgar desi song about big cocks and tight chuts, voice slurred and loud. I bit my lip, grinning in the dark. Here we go.
