Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The sun dipped low, painting Hyderabad's streets in long, lazy shadows as Madhuri sat in the verandah, knitting a table runner with a rhythm that mirrored her racing thoughts.

She'd scolded herself all day, she's a mother, a wife, not some giddy girl, but the heat wouldn't fade.

Her phones sat on the counter, two lives staring back at her, and she glanced at them every few minutes, half-expecting, half-dreading the buzz.

Downstairs, Abhi sprawled on his bed, his textbook open on his study table, but untouched for an hour.

He'd seen it, her laugh when Ishaan teased her, the way her hand lingered on his arm, her eyes sparking with something alive. It wasn't just politeness; it was electric, and it twisted him up.

Guilt choked him, but a dark thrill sparked every time he pictured Ishaan closer.

His phone buzzed, Ishaan's name lighting up the screen. "What's she doing, fucker? Feed me."

Abhi's hands moved quickly, typing back. "I think she is in the veranda, knitting a table runner." He hit send and sank deeper into the mattress, a traitor's weight settling heavy in his bones.


Ishaan's reply snapped back quickly. "Good, you’re my watchman from here on."

Ishaan leaned against his bedframe, as he texted her main:  "The way your fingers dance with that needle, got me imagining how you'd handle longer pointy tools." 

Madhuri's main buzzed mid-stitch, the knit tangled as she grabbed it. His words glared up at her, and her breath caught, a flush creeping hot up her neck.

[Steel]

She quickly scanned her surroundings, the servant tending the lawn’s sprinklers below, the neighbor’s house wide open but lifeless, no one shady in sight. 

"This is driving me crazy, who's behind it?" she muttered under her breath, slamming the table with a flash of defiance.

She typed back, furious and fast. "Who are you?! You're disgusting. Stay away or I'll block you again." and sent. Her finger hovered over the block button, trembling with intent. But she couldn't press it.

His words hit too close, stirring a heat she'd buried under years of duty, and she hated how it thrilled her, quick and alive.

She switched to ShyVelvet, the silence there felt like a slap. Her resolve cracked staring at the blank chat.

"What are you doing, Madhuri?" she murmured, questioning herself, but her fingers betrayed her, typing fast. "Guess you're too weak to play, huh? I'm here, where are you?" She sent it, the air thick with anticipation.

Still nothing. His absence a taunt, and it drove her wild, her main buzzing with his flirts, her alt ignored, a game she didn't understand but couldn't quit.

Ishaan saw the alt message pop up, his smirk widening. He left it cold, flipping back to her main.

"Disgusting? Nah, just real, bet you're wet reading this, Madhuri. Tell me I'm wrong." He hit send, leaning back, his dick hardening at the thought of her flustered, caught between rage and want.

Madhuri's main buzzed. She read it and gasped, "Yuck!" but her body betrayed her, a slick warmth pooling between her legs.

She typed back, hands shaking. "You're sick. I'm done." But she wasn't, her alt ached for his bite, and the lie stung her more than him.

Abhi crept to the verandah doorway, peering in, his mom's flush, her quick breaths, the way she gripped her phone like it might burn her. He texted Ishaan. "What's happening Ishaan? She's mad, red-faced." 

Ishaan's reply shot back. "I know dipshit, she's mine. Keep watching."

Abhi's chest tightened, the thrill overtaking the guilt, a dark current pulling him deeper.

[Little finger]

Story super bro. Dialogues are kinda not hot enough.

[Steel]

Story super bro. Dialogues are kinda not hot enough.

Thanks. This is a slow burning story. It gets steamy as the story progresses.

[Steel]

Madhuri woke up the next morning and stood at her vanity, brushing her hair with furious strokes. She'd barely slept. 

She flung open her wardrobe, pondering her work outfit, when a mischievous impulse hit. Her gaze landed on a black chudidhar from her college days, its fabric now too snug for her fuller figure, accentuating every curve. 

She slipped into it, the top and leggings clinging tightly, ignoring her husband’s snores from the bed.

She sauntered back to the veranda, leaving the scarf behind, tea in hand, pretending to savor the morning breeze, secretly hoping his eyes were watching.

But no one was there, or so she thought, unaware of Abhi’s watchful habit who’s tracking every move behind her.

Minutes later, her phone vibrated: "Good morning, Madhuri. Trying to catch someone's eye? That chudidhar's hugging you so tight, makes me wanna take its place." 

She gasped, startled, muttering, "Is he some kind of a ghost?" but a sly smirk crept across her lips as she typed back, "You're a pig. I'll report you!"

Yet her body betrayed her, her nipples stiffening beneath the tight fabric. Switching to her alt account, she found only silence that stung.

During the office team meeting that late afternoon, Madhuri’s thoughts drifted to him, her gaze fixed on her alt phone’s screen. "Where’s your shame, Madhuri?" she whispered, chastising herself. It stung her pride worse than his flirts.

But her fingers moved, desperate, typing into ShyVelvet, "Ignoring me won't win you anything, stalker. I'm here, talk or lose me."

She sent it with shallow breath, a plea masked as a taunt. She waited, staring at the screen. Still no reply. The rejection burned, flipping her defiance into something hungrier.

She typed again, bolder this time. "Maybe I'll show you what you're missing, scared to see?" She hit send, heart pounding, a line crossed she couldn't uncross.

[Munda007]

Madhuri needs her Madhu's to be tasted

[Steel]

Ishaan kicked back on the bleachers at high college. 

His coach, well versed in his antics with girls, sat nearby, blowing his whistle and shouting directions to the players below.

Ishaan scrolled her main, her last text made him laugh.

The coach, catching a glimpse of the text, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Hey, who's this new chick you’re messing with now?"

"Oh, Aunty, you're fucked," he muttered, typing back to her main, "You want to report me? Go ahead, I'd still dream of those lips, sucking me dry."

He sent it, his dick twitching at the filth, knowing she'd read it, fume, and secretly melt, whereas Abhi sat in the classroom, head down, sketching useless circles in his notebook.

After the meeting, Madhuri paced her office. Her main buzzed, and she gasped, "Eww!"

She tossed the phone aside, but her pussy clenched, insistent, betraying her. She wanted him on her alt, where she could say anything without consequences, not her main, where she felt exposed.

[Steel]

She lingered near the glass wall of an empty cabin, away from the office buzz. 

"I must do something," she told herself. Her voice shook as she recorded a note into ShyVelvet. "You're missing out my heat, mister... come and get it." She sent it, a husky whisper, her pride crumbling under the ache, hoping he'd bite back.

But then, the stifled giggles of passing juniors hit her ears, causing panic. 

"Oh no! Did they hear?" she switched off her phone, diving into work to drown the doubt.

As the coach gulped water from a sports bottle, Ishaan played the voice note, Madhuri’s sultry voice sounded desperate, causing him to sputter out in shock. "Isn’t that the same chick you talked to just now?" the coach asked, stunned. "It is," a dark, cunning smile curling Ishaan's lips.

"Damn, women have some wild mood swings these days. Who is she?" the coach pressed. 

"Someone.. close to Abhi," Ishaan replied, slipping on his gloves and helmet and strode onto the field with the bat.

[Steel]

That night, Madhuri rushed through her chores and slipped into bed. Ramesh lazily shuffled in minutes later and collapsed beside her. 

Soon after, she quietly rose, opened the wardrobe, grabbed a dress, and crept to the guest bedroom down the hallway, locking it, unaware of Abhi’s predatory gaze tracking her every step. 

She thought hard, then changed into a green chudidhar, another college casual of her, snapped a pic in the tight churidar teasing her cleavage and covered her face with a sticker in an attempt to hide her real identity.

"See this, Mr. Devil? Reply or I'm gone," she sent with her heart pumping hard.

It was her first time sending pics online, that too for a random stranger, never even for Ramesh.

She recalled advising her female juniors at work during POSH workshops about being careful and not sending pics to unknown men online. She sank to the floor cringing, but her shame warred with the thrill.

Ishaan grinned seeing it. He saved it and pushed her more. "Bet you're alone thinking of me and touching yourself, Aren’t you?"

Madhuri read it and her hand involuntarily slipped between her thighs before she yanked it back, texting, "You're vile, stop!"

"Vile? I know you love it, bet you're soaked." Ishaan replies with a slap.

Madhuri's resolve frayed, and typed: "I told you to stop. This is atrocious!" Her alt's silence tormented her, and the dance was breaking her step by step.

[Steel]

Across town, Ishaan sprawled on his floor, and grinned at her main's defiance. He'd ignored her alt all day, her pleas, her snap, saved to a locked folder, letting her simmer. 

He stood before the mirror, shoulders squared wearing rugged jeans and shirt unbuttoned. Soft light carved shadows across his chiseled frame. 

Across town, Ishaan sprawled on his floor, and grinned at her main's defiance. He'd ignored her alt all day, her pleas, her snap, saved to a locked folder, letting her simmer. He stood before the mirror, shoulders squared wearing rugged jeans and shirt unbuttoned. Soft light carved shadows across his chiseled frame.

Attached it to her main with a text, "Am I atrocious enough, Madhuri? I know you're dying to lay your hands all over me."

He hit send and her main buzzed. She opened it, expecting another taunt, then froze. A loud gasp slipped out, "Dear G0d! What is this?", as she dropped the phone like it burned.

Her eyes locked on his body. It looked better than those on the magazine as she typed with her hands shaking. "You're sick, delete this right now!"

But her gaze slid over his waist line resting low. Her lips tingled as she bit down hard looking at his V-line, pulling her in like a magnet.

After a few minutes, she grabbed her alt and recorded another note with a low and shaky voice. "Don't waste your time somewhere else, Handsome! This kitty is waiting for you..."

Her breath ragged, she snapped a photo with a blurry cat filter, nightie pulled low, melons spilling out, nipples hard against the fabric.

She attached the pic to the voice note and sent it via ShyVelvet like a desperate bid as her pride crumbled under the weight of his silence.

Ishaan's phone pinged. He opened the pic she sent and rubbed his meat over his jeans looking at her bare thick thighs and played the note. Her cracking needy voice, hit him hard. “Fuck, my slut is breaking,” he muttered.

He texted her main, slow and filthy. "Sick? Bet you're looking at it biting your lips, Madhuri, give them some rest."

Downstairs, Abhi crept through the dark, hearing his mom's gasp from above. He paused at her locked door and sank against the wall. The breach widened and his role was a key chain he couldn't break.

[Steel]

The next morning Madhuri stumbled out of bed, eyes bleary, her lavender nightie crumpled from a night of tossing.

She'd resisted touching herself, barely, but her pride was a fraying thread against the flood of want. "This isn't you, Madhuri, You lost your damn mind" she whispered, splashing water on her face.

She dressed fast, an orange saree with a backless black blouse, for a cultural day at work.

At the office, the junior's flirts barely registered her ears. During the event, she nodded, distracted until her phone buzzed.

DevilzMask's message glared up: "I couldn't catch you today, Madhuri. Why don't you do me a favour and send me a pic like I did?"

She gasped, hiding the screen, typing back, "You're insane, never in my wildest dream will I do that. Stop or I'll tell someone!"

But her pussy throbbed recalling his shirtless pic, his words a match to her dry tinder. She excused herself, took her old phone phone from her bag and locked the bathroom door.

She recorded, again: "You're leaving me cold, dear, here's me, wanting you."

She lifted her saree and pulled her panties down. "My panties couldn’t stay on when I think of you! Reply or I'm done," she sent via her alt, face cropped and wore it back on.

The chat went silent again and she came out disappointed. 

In a few minutes a text popped from DevilzMask replying to her main’s taunt. "Insane? No, I'm just horny for you, wait a sec.”.

"What am I getting into now?" she muttered, and sat at the corner of the room isolated from the event.

[Steel]

Back in his room, Ishaan leaned against the wall near the shower in his bathroom, wearing tight trunks. One leg bent casually, hips tilted, his broad shoulders flexed as his hand rested low on his waist pulling his trunks down.

His thick, rigid cock pressed hard against the fabric. He angled his phone, snapping the shot, and sent it to her main.

"Do you see why I'm insane? My baby boo, bet you're drooling now," he typed, the image a dare, raw and unfiltered.

Madhuri's phone buzzed. She swiped it open, eyes locking on the photo. A sharp breath caught in her throat, lips parting as heat surged through her like wildfire.

His pose with muscular legs, trunks hugging that bulge, dared her to look closer. "G0d damn! He's packed! and he's not even hard." she whispered, fingers trembling, caught between shock and a craving she couldn't shake.

Her skin tingled, imagining the heat so close she could feel it. She typed, acting furious. "I’m married! Delete all this filth!" she sent, her hands reaching places where it shouldn’t.

Suddenly, her manager's voice broke through, "Madhuri, why are you off by yourself? Come, the new VP of Sales wants to meet you." 

Startled, Madhuri snapped the chat shut, stood up quickly, and replied, "Just getting some air, I’ll be there." She stuffed her old phone into her bag and mingled at the event, but her thoughts kept drifting to that image amidst those senior executives.

[Vinty03]

Nice story so far... great

[Steel]

At home that night, she broke, grabbing a bra from her drawer, snapping it against her skin. 

"Hit me up! You never know what you might run into," she clicked it in the bedroom's attached bathroom, and sent via ShyVelvet.

Ishaan lounged on his couch, and laughed at the irony. He ignored it, let her drown in it, and replied her main: "Filth? Tell me you're not touching yourself to that pic right now." 

"Eww! You're a monster, stop!" she texted back. 

The night descended like a fever and Madhuri locked the door of her bedroom, Ramesh’s  out late with colleagues, Abhi downstairs lost in his headphones. 

She read the chat again, "Touching yourself?", and she moaned low while her left hand slipped between her legs and the right hand scrolling up the chat .

His thirst traps looked manly and menacing like a promise Ramesh could never match. She spread her legs slightly, as her fingers brushed her pussy lips over her jeans. 

But her alt's silence mocked her and she stopped.

She stood before her mirror, changed into black satin nightie, short but daring, a secret she'd bought years ago for Ramesh, but never worn. Her phones glowed on the dresser, as she trembled, caught between rage and a nameless need.

Her reflection showed a woman undone, nipples hard under satin, eyes wild with want. She grabbed her alt and looked at her pleas.

She'd begged, and gotten nothing, while her main drowned in his filth. 

[Steel]

She gave in, recording a new voice note, voice low and cracking. "You're killing me hottie, I'm literally burning... please reply."

She sent it, then lifted the dress, snapping a shot, her curves spilling out, satin barely covering her ass, her lips barely covering her identity.

"Reply or I'm gone for real," she sent via ShyVelvet, with a body trembling with feminine rush.

"Fuck, Aunty!" he muttered, saving them. But he still left it cold.

He switched to her main, typing slow. "Monster? You're the one dripping for me. I know how to make you beg for it."

Madhuri's main buzzed. "Ugh!", she gasped, "You're delusional, stop this madness!" she texted from her main and broke harder, grabbing a designer blue thong from her drawer. She slipped it on, snapping it tight against her coochie folds.

"I'm all yours, Mr. Devil, have me..." she sent via alt, control slipping through her fingers like sand.

[Steel]

Downstairs, Abhi pulled off his headphones going to sleep. But, the house looked too quiet, Mom locked away, her tension bleeding through the walls.

He crept upstairs and paused, noticing the door locked, but a faint moan seeped out, sharp and raw. His dick twitched with guilt drowning in a flood of heat.

He texted Ishaan fast. "Dad’s not home and she locked her room. Also, I heard something... weird."

Ishaan replied, "I know lame-ass, she's on the right track."

Madhuri paced, her alt left unanswered no matter what. Her main buzzed again, "I’m not Delusional, I am sure you're touching that pussy now, tell me how wet it is."

"Nasty fellow," she hissed, texting, "I'm not, don't test my patience!" She sent it, brushing her pussy over the panty and moaning.

A few minutes later, she switched to her alt and sent: "I know you're reading the chat. How could you ignore me? Stop being cocky and talk to me now, I'll scream if you don't." 

She waited again but nothing seemed to work, her patience got drained and wasted, and she slowly surrendered to sleep.

[Steel]

She woke up groggy the next morning, room cool with AC, her busy husband not yet returned. She felt a deep thrill and wanted to utilize her privacy. Her hands reached her inner thighs as her desperation grew.

Fueled looking at his thirst traps again, she started fantasizing his cock, raw and adventurous, dark thoughts creeping wild in her mind. She broke, stripping the nightie fully, snapping her nude body, everything bare.

"You win, stalker, I'm yours... all of it. Completely surrendered. What you want to do with it is up to you. I'll wait," she sent via ShyVelvet, a surrender she couldn't claw back.

Across town, Ishaan was working heavy, benching 3 plates for reps at his home gym. His phone buzzed with her latest. He'd been reveling in her main's flirtations, those pics, coy then daring, had him hard and grinning.

He'd ignored ShyVelvet for days, letting her stew, but when he opened it, and the image hit like a punch, her body naked, glistening in soft light, every curve laid bare.

His dick stirred instantly, straining against his pants and a low groan slipping out.

"Fuckk! Guess I'm one lucky bastard," he whispered.

He leaned forward, eyes locked, tracing her. Boobs full and heavy, hips folding into soft flesh, the tease of her pussy making his pulse race. She was breaking, crumbling under his game. His chest tightened, triumph mixed with possession.

He knew she wasn't just a toy now; she was his. He ran a hand through his hair and muttered, "Don't you worry, aunty, you'll soon experience heaven."

[Steel]

She sat down trembling, the mirror reflecting a complete stranger, "Fuck it, you've done it, Madhuri!" she whispered, staring at her guilty reflection.

She snapped again, her nude body, full frontal, wet pussy glistening.

"Look, my legs are drifting apart for you, come and take it," she sent it and her pride burned into ashes at her feet.

Ishaan's phone is a jackpot. "Holy fuck, I think its time," he growled, saving it instantly. 

His dick pulsed, and he shifted gears. Then, finally, replied to ShyVelvet, short and cryptic. "I'm looking, my velvet, been looking at you a lot. Fuck, you're hot. I give you that! Oh wait, I got something for you too."

He hit send, flipping the game. Madhuri's alt buzzed and she gasped with a jolt of triumph.

"Yayy! He'd replied, finally!" she chirped, then read "I've got something for you too."

Her body sang, wet and ready. But she typed, acting harsh. "No! I don't want anything. Why'd it take you so long to text back?" She sent it, twitching with excitement.

[Steel]

Ishaan leaned back on the chest fly machine, took his shoes off, loosened his track with a flick. The sweat shirt came off as his boxers slid down, freeing his 9-inch cock, hard, thick, pulsing with the heat she'd stoked.

He snapped it, dick in hand, tip glistening in the neon gym light. "You said you'd scream if I didn't talk. Now, scream for this," he sent to ShyVelvet.

Ishaan leaned back on the chest fly machine, took his shoes off, loosened his track with a flick. The sweat shirt came off as his boxers slid down, freeing his 9-inch cock, hard, thick, pulsing with the heat she'd stoked. He snapped it, dick in hand, tip glistening in the neon gym light.

Madhuri's alt buzzed. She opened it fast and froze. His dick, massive, bold, filled the screen.

"Oh myyy, why's it so big?" she hissed, eyes wide and stunned. "Way bigger than I imagined, you are a lucky slut!" It dwarfed Ramesh's limp 5 inches, a beast she'd never dreamed of. Her pussy clenched, wet and traitorous.

She typed, acting harsh. "I told you not to send it. What's this, some kind of a reward? I'm not impressed. You kept me waiting."

Ishaan chuckled, low and rough. "She's sulking, cute!" Her sass fueled him.

"Not impressed? Don't lie babe, I bet you're still staring. You were pleading with me just a few minutes ago," he sent to ShyVelvet.

Madhuri's breath caught, pout faltering. Her eyes flicked to the pic, stomach flipping at its size and sheen, slightly disappointed that he covered his face.

[Steel]

"You're right. I begged. And that size..." she typed with shaky fingers, then stopped clearing it. "Pleading? Maybe I was just bored. You think this fixes the wait? Try harder, I'm not that easy," she sent, clinging to her act as heat pooled low.

Ishaan laughed. "Bored? Nah, you were desperate, You said you were burning. I've got it saved. Admit it, you're hooked now."

Madhuri's chest tightened, flush creeping up her neck. "Saved?" she thought, terrified but thrilled.

Her eyes drifted back to his pic, the nerves on his thick shaft cracking her resolve. "What would it feel like?" she dreamed, driving her crazy.

"Hooked? You wish. You're the one to send the last pic, who's desperate? I could've ignored you," she sent via ShyVelvet, playing tough but slipping.

Ishaan grinned, "Ignore me? Sure, babe, yet here you are, still typing. I sent that pic 'cause you earned it, after all that begging. Keep sulking, but we both know what you’re thinking about."

Madhuri bit her lip, she knew he was right, a whine catching in her throat. "Damn him," she muttered, dropping the phone, curling into herself, blanket tight as shame crumbled.

Her alt buzzed, "Send a voice note. I wanna hear you." Her chest tightened, remembering her pleas.

She typed quick. "No, I don't want to talk to you."

Ishaan's brow arched, grin tugging back and sent, "Why not? Too immersed in that pic? Prove it, Let's hear that fight in you."

Madhuri's breath hitched. "Uhh," she muttered, hitting record.