Vanessa discovers the used condoms in her daughter's closet

Vanessa’s Discovery – A Mother’s Suspicion, The Incubus’ Feast

The Padovani Mansion – Late Afternoon

Vanessa Padovani’s Louboutins clicked sharply against the marble floors of her family’s ancestral home, each step echoing through the cavernous halls of the Padovani estate. The late afternoon sun streamed through the towering stained-glass windows, casting fractured rainbows across the polished surfaces.

She had just returned from a board meeting at the family’s banking firm, her tailored navy suit immaculate, the voluptuous milf's blonde hair coiled into a flawless chignon. But her mind wasn’t on business.

"What the hell is wrong with her?"

It was on Beatrice.

Her daughter had been acting strange lately. Distracted. Flushed. Coming home late with her uniform wrinkled, her lips swollen, the pale vixen's blue eyes glazed over like she was ****.

And then there were the condoms.

Vanessa’s fingers tightened around the small velvet box in her pocket—the one she’d found hidden beneath Beatrice’s silk chemises.

Used.

Filled.

Stolen.

She had recognized the brand immediately. The voluptuous milf had seen them peeking through the lecherous bastard's back pockets...

"Shit!!"

Stefano’s.

The thought made her blood boil.

That archeologist—that middle-aged bastard—had been tutoring Beatrice for months under the guise of history lessons.

And now this?

"You are dead meat, bastard..."

Vanessa’s heels dug into the carpet as she ascended the grand staircase, her mind racing.

She would end this.

Tonight.

The Evidence

Vanessa pushed open the door to Beatrice’s bedroom, her sharp eyes scanning the space. The room was a study in controlled chaos—designer handbags tossed carelessly on the chaise, textbooks strewn across the desk, the faint scent of jasmine and something else lingering in the air.

Something musky.

Something male.

Vanessa’s nostrils flared.

She crossed to the walk-in closet, her fingers trailing over the rows of designer dresses until she found the hidden compartment—a false panel behind a row of winter coats.

She pried it open.

And there they were.

Dozens of them.

"O-Ohmygod..."

Condoms.

Used.

Knotted.

Still warm.

"S-So fucking full... what if he did it insi... shitshitshit!!"

Vanessa’s breath hitched.

She picked one up, the blonde milf's lithe fingers trembling slightly as she examined it.

The latex was stretched to its limit, the reservoir tip bulging with thick, honey-colored fluid.

Stefano’s tainted seed.

"Huu..."

Her luscious red lips parted.

Why had Beatrice kept these?

Why had she hidden them?

Vanessa’s fingers tightened around the condom, the heat of the fluid inside seeping through the latex.

A drop leaked out.

It landed on her wrist.

Warm.

Thick.

Sweet-smelling.

Before she could stop herself, Vanessa’s tongue darted out.

Tasting.

The First Taste

The flavor exploded across her tongue—rich, decadent, addictive.

"Nnnghh!!!"

Vanessa moaned, her knees buckling as the taste flooded her senses.

It was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

Dark chocolate.

Spiced wine.

Pure euphoria.

Her fingers clenched around the condom, her other hand flying to her mouth as the taste spread through her, igniting every nerve ending.

"O-Oh my God—"

She needed more.

Now.

Vanessa tore open the condom with her teeth, the thick, creamy fluid spilling into her palm.

She licked it up greedily, her tongue lapping at her own skin, chasing every drop.

The voluptuous milf's sinful body burned.

Her lace panties soaked.

The haughty woman's mind fogged with unquenched lust...

"Stefano…" she whispered, the sex demon's name dripping from her lips like a prayer.