Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"You think... I'm just... s-sitting here staring at... at that? It's not even... I mean, it's big, okay, but... ugh, stop it!" she sent via ShyVelvet.

Her face burned exposing her stammer. Ishaan played it, laughing loud and triumphant.

"Oh, lady, you're cracking me up. Give up already, you can't even talk straight." He sent.

Madhuri's stomach twisted, his mocking sinking in and gave up. "Fine, you win, stalker. Happy now? That... thing you sent, it's messing with me, and I'm slowly falling for you," she sent via ShyVelvet, flirting back, walls down.

Ishaan smirked. "You're all flirty now, love that. What's next?" he sent, teasing but hungry.

She laughed nervously, biting her lip. "Next? You tell me, stalker, I'm here," she sent, then snapped, hand diving between her legs, pussy spread, a finger inside.

"This next enough?" she sent via her alt, moaning low, wild side unleashed.

He growled and typed, "Enough? Fuck, you're a g0ddess, keep going, I'm watching." 

Madhuri's life now split in two, a dizzying game of secrets. Days passed, by day, she was Madhuri, the quiet wife, who blocked his account from her main. 

But by night, She took the mask of ShyVelvet, and her old phone acted like a portal to a stranger’s world, where she was anonymous, bold, broken open, sending and receiving nudes and flirting with a reckless edge.

[Little finger]

Wow. Terrific update bro. It's so hot. Waiting to see more. Showing her to coach is so hot

[Steel]

"You're a trouble, stalker. You’re keeping me up at night, guess I'm stuck on you," she sent via ShyVelvet.

Ishaan sprawled in his couch, a lazy grin spreading. She was all in, and he loved it, time to dig deeper. "I see, Ms.Velvet. Then tell me, what's your fantasy? What's rattling around in that head of yours?"

Her breath hitched, his spark lighting dry tinder. Fantasy? she thought. Her life had been a void until him.

"You, stalker. You're my only fantasy. I didn't have any before you," she replied.

He laughed, loud and sharp. "Damn babe, that's a pity. My turn then, want to know my fantasies? They're wilder than you're ready for."

Her curiosity flared, “Wilder?” she wondered, a nervous thrill twisting her gut. "Try me. What's in your head?" she sent.

His grin turned dark, eyes glinting. "First one's simple, I’d like tying a girl up, blindfold, making her guess where I'll touch next. Then it gets a little darker, taking her to an abandoned warehouse, bending her over the cold steel so that no one is around to hear her screams."

Her jaw dropped, a shiver racing down her spine. Shock hit, wild, unhinged, but heat bloomed low. She pictured herself tied, and her breath quickened next to her snoring husband.

Ishaan added, "Another one? How about chasing her through the woods at night, catching and pinning her down in the dirt, rough and raw, all mine." 

"That's... crazy. Stuff like that doesn't happen in real life. You're just messing with me," she sent, brushing it off.

[Steel]

He smirked, catching her hitch. "Nah, I live it, babe. I had a girl once who begged me to choke her. Another let me mark her up, with bites and all. Real life's dirtier than you think, wanna hear more?"

"Choking? Bites?" she gasped, horrified as she should be, but her thighs pressed together igniting a secret thrill.

"You're insane. I... I don't know how you can think of this stuff," she sent, half-denying, half-daring.

He grinned ear to ear, her curiosity a green light. "That's my specialty, babe. Ever fucked in a car while it's storming? Rain pounding, her screaming over thunder. Or sneaking into a stranger's pool at night, water cold, her hot, leaving her shaking."

Her heart drummed, his fantasies vivid, filthy. Shocked, yes, but excited, too excited. Her sterile life flipped upside down.

"Your turn, Ms.Velvet, what's your dirty secret?" He texted.

"Dirty? Idk I... once touched myself in the bathroom reading a magazine while my husband slept, quiet and quick. Never told a soul," she sent fading with shame.

His dick twitched. "Oh, so you are married? That's hot, babe, quiet little wifey, all secret and sinful. Give me another."

"Did I drop a hint?" She trembled. "Okay... I watched porn once, late at night with headphones on. I felt guilty, but didn't stop. Happy now? You next."

He groaned low, loving her unraveling. "Happy? Fuck, I'm proud, knew we'd match. I stole a girl's panties once, kept 'em, still got 'em. You next."

"Stole panties?" she thought, wild, creepy, but her hand brushed her inner thigh under the blanket, a dark thrill snaking through.

[Steel]

"You're a freak! Are my panties lucky enough to be stolen by you? They're dying to come off," she sent via ShyVelvet, daring him.

His grin split wide, rumbled with a low chuckle. "I'll have a collection in my room, baby girl! Those lucky panties are mine the moment they slip off."

She chuckled silently, and slowly removed her panty and hid it under her pillow. "I won't let you have it that easy, tell me what else you did."

Ishaan grinned "I nearly got caught in a club bathroom with a girl. When the lock was broken, people were banging to get in. She came so loud they all heard. Your fantasies are still just me, or are you branching out?"

Her cheeks burned, thighs brushing, imagining herself there.

"No, I'm not branching out, but wait, did you just say 'she came'? Came where?" she sent, doubt pinching her.

Ishaan burst out laughing. "You haven't had an orgasm yet, have you?" he sent.

"What's he talking about?" she thought, puzzled. "Orgasm? I... I don't know what that means. Is that what you meant by 'she came'?" she sent, half-convinced he mocked her, heat creeping up her neck.

[Steel]

"Hah, oh my G0d, you're too cute. Yeah, that's what I meant. When it feels so good during the act you lose control. You're telling me you've never felt that? Not even with your husband?" he sent, smirking.

"Lose control? No... I don't think so, I mean... Wait, you're making this up to embarrass me!" she replied, defensive, mind spinning, imagining losing control with him.

"Nah, I'm waking you up. Tell me, when's the last time you even felt alive like that?" he pushed.

"I'm confused, like what?" she sent, teetering between curiosity and shame.

"Alright, fine, I'll spell it out since you're so adorably clueless. An orgasm's that moment during sex when everything builds up, your whole body's on fire, heart pounding, and then it just explodes. You shake, you scream, you can't even think straight. It's one of the purest forms of pleasure. That's what I gave her in that bathroom," he sent, grin wicked, planting danger in her mind.

"That... sounds intense. You're serious? It really feels like that?" she sent, hands trembling, cheeks flaming, torn between disbelief and aching want.

"Dead serious. It's the best thing you'll ever feel, like flying and falling all at once. Every nerve's alive, and when it hits, you're gone. Your husband never got you there, huh? Poor thing, you've been missing out. Wish I could show you right now," he replied, daring her to imagine it.

"I... I don't know what to say. I need to sleep," she sent, throwing her phone down, heart thudding.

His promise lingered, forbidden, electric. She got up the bed, paced the room, Ramesh's snores dull and annoying. She felt missed out. It gnawed at her.

Curiosity won. She opened an incognito tab, typing, "What is an orgasm?" Results flooded in, waves of ecstasy, toes curling, a release that can rewrite the body.

She read, wide-eyed, one article said, "like a dam breaking, drowning you in bliss." Another, "a secret your body's begging to tell you." Her breath hitched.

She trembled, stunned, alive. "Can't believe there's another world out there waiting." Ramesh hadn't just been boring, he'd left her stranded, ignorant of this.

"Phew, what a night," she whispered, climbing into bed. Her handsome Instagram 'friend' filled her dreams, darker thoughts spoiling her mind as sleep took her.

[Munda007]

Oh fuck... Madhuri's sluttiness is coming out.. rather cumming out

[Steel]

The next day, she couldn't stop. A hunger she'd never known clawing at her, wondering what else he could unleash. The house was quiet, her old phone warmed her hands, buzzing with restless need.

She wanted him, but didn't want to reveal her identity, "Good morning, handsome. Sorry for suddenly going offline yesterday, you got anymore secrets to spill?" she sent via her alt. Ishaan lounged in his room, phone lighting up. He smirked, she played sweet, but he smelled her need, her nudge back to their filth.

He typed, then paused. He pressed call instead and Madhuri's phone vibrated.

Her stomach dropped, a yelp escaping as she fumbled, cutting it dead. "What is he doing?" she gasped, panic flaring.

She grabbed both phones, darting to the old bookstore room, far from her husband's ears. She cracked the door, locked it, and sank onto the bed cross-legged, heart racing.

It rang again, insistent. She hesitated, breath shallow, then lifted it to her ear, voice a whisper. "H-Hello? Why'd you call?"

Ishaan's chuckle was smooth in her ear. "Hey, velvet. Texting's too slow, wanted to hear you. But, you sound nervous, what's up?"

She clutched the phone, his voice rough, manly and it made her fumble. "Nervous? No, just... surprised. I don't... don't do calls. What do you want?" she stammered, clinging to her act.

He grinned, catching every tremble. "What do I want? You were texting me just before if I got more secrets. Matter of fact, I do." Her cheeks burned, his tease dragging her back to their flood. His deep voice felt familiar.

[Steel]

"Last night left you hanging, huh? What'd you think?" Her thighs pressed together, a moan catching she couldn't stifle. "I-I don't know... it was wild. I didn't expect that," she cracked, sounding like she was slipping.

He pushed, voice husky. "You liked it, though. I can hear it in you. That shaky little voice? You're not hiding shit, Mrs.Velvet. Tell me, what'd it do to you."

Her face blazed, his words pinning her. She whimpered, soft, needy, she couldn't control them. "Umm.. It... it messed with me, okay? Made me... feel things. You're too much, I can't even talk right," she admitted, giving in, thinking her alt was safe.

He groaned low, her surrender sweet, knowing she was Madhuri made it richer. "Too much? Nah, you're loving it, I can catch that in your whimpers. Come on, spill it out."

Her hand drifted to her crotch, instinctive, she couldn't lie, not with him hearing it all. "It's... making me crazy, mister. And I can't stop it. You're in my head, all the time now." she quaked, shame gone, need wild.

He dove back, dark and bold. "Good, I'll stay there. You wanted to know more right? How about this, I fucked a girl in an alley once, wind gushing, her skirt hiked up, hands pinned against the wall." Her fingers pressed harder, pleasure spiking.

"She begged me to go harder as people passed by, and screamed 'til her voice broke. Do you want that?" Her moan was loud. "Yes, G0d, yes, I want it. You're ruining me, mister." A damp spot formed between her thighs as she rubbed it. "I... I need that... need you." she gasped, lost.

Her sounds, pants, moans, filled the line, craving all he had. He grinned, feral. "You've got me, babe. Ruining you's my pleasure. We're just starting," he growled.

She pressed the phone hard, lost control, "Tell me more," she begged, the good wife drowned by hunger.

[Steel]

His voice was low, teasing, "This one's a bit dark. I once tied my buddy's cousin in her basement, gagged her with her panty, fucking her slow while her family slept above. She begged through the fabric to stop."

Her breath stopped, fear rushing her suddenly. "What! W.. Why would you do that?"

He chuckled, smooth as silk. "Relax, it was all part of a dare she gave me."

"She asked for that?" she gasped, shocked.

"You'd be surprised to know what some girls are into these days. Who knows when you may turn into one of them." he teased.

Her voice shook. "Gagging? G0d, you're ruining me."

"Haha.. what's your dirtiest thought? Now, don't hold back," he said, voicing a command.

She hesitated, nervous. "Umm.. I don't know, maybe make out in a park?"

He shifted, hard as steel. "I'd make it real babe, bend you over a bench, rip your panties off, fuck you till you're hoarse. No one'd stop me."

Her moan slipped, loud, hands rubbing the wet spot, pussy clenching, her voice breaking. "Ahhh.. you know what, I'd totally let you do that to me." She confessed, safe behind her anonymous account. "What else have you done?"

"Ok this one's wild, I once followed a girl into a motel. Fucked her against the headboard, her boyfriend's stuff scattered all around." he said.

Her head spun, torn between disgust and thrill. "She asked you to do that? Poor boyfriend..." He laughed saying, "No, but the boyfriend did."

Her gasp turned into a loud scream, her body trembling with conflicting emotions. "No way, that's insane."

[Steel]

He continued, "She was enjoying my cock not knowing it was all planned until he entered the room to watch. The girl loved the thrill and begged me to stay. You want that rush, baby girl?" he taunted.

"You mean, they're okay with that?" she said, her voice breaking as her fingers moved faster.

"Yup, still happy as ever, and I swing by now and then." he said.

"You're joking," she said, overwhelmed.

"Want their contact to check? You can also take the feedback from them. Maybe your husband could be down for it." He teased.

"Madhuri?" Ramesh’s voice broke through from outside. Alerted, she ended the call, hid her phones under the pillow, and grabbed a book.

As he opened the door, he asked, "You okay, sweetheart? I heard something." 

She stood, her thighs sticky with warmth, her kurta concealing the wetness between her legs. "Nothing, honey, just stubbed my toe on the bed," she said, her breath uneven.

"Come on, I'll make you breakfast." She guided him downstairs, her heart still thumping.

[Steel]

That night pressed down on Abhi like a heavy weight, the silence of the house amplifying the buzz of his phone on the bed. It was Ishaan after a long time.

Abhi's stomach twisted as he glanced at the screen, knowing the bully wouldn't let up that easy. Those creepshots, snaps Abhi had foolishly sent days ago, were still Ishaan's leverage, a constant threat hanging over him.

The guilt gnawed at him, but refusing Ishaan always felt riskier than giving in. The message blinked on his screen: "Got a dare for you tonight. Don't ask questions. Just do it."

Abhi's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his chest tight. He didn't want to play this game, but what choice did he have? "Okay.." he replied hesitantly.

"Go to your mom's room," Ishaan instructed.

Abhi exhaled shakily, his bare feet cold against the tiled floor as he crept down the hallway upstairs. His parent's bedroom door loomed ahead, a sliver of moonlight spilling through the gap where it stood slightly ajar.

"Is it open or locked?" Ishaan asked, "Open," Abhi replied

"Peek through and tell me what you see." Ishaan ordered. Abhi pressed himself against the wall, his breath shallow as he leaned forward to look inside. The room was dim, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Madhuri laid on the bed, her form partially covered by a thin blanket, her breathing slow and steady.

"She's sleeping on the bed. Dad's snoring downstairs." he sent to Ishaan

Ishaan's reply came buzzing "Good. I'm gonna video call you. Pick it up and pair your wireless earbuds. Stay silent and follow my instructions."

Abhi's heart thudded as he slipped his earbuds in, his hands trembling while he waited for the call.

[Steel]

The screen lit up with Ishaan's name, and he answered. Ishaan's voice came through, low and commanding. "Go inside. Point the camera on her."

Abhi hesitated, the darkness of the room seeming to swallow him as he pushed the door open just enough to slip inside. The faint creak of the hinges made him freeze, but Madhuri didn't stir.

He held the phone up, the camera capturing the scene as he stepped closer, his own shadow flickering across the bed.

Ishaan: "Hold your phone firm. Don’t wobble it."

Abhi angled the phone to frame his mom more clearly. She lay straight, her hands resting on her stomach, the blanket clinging to her form.

Ishaan: "Take the AC remote over there and increase the temperate slightly."

Abhi's free hand hovered over the remote on the table next to bed. He felt a pang of guilt as he pressed the button, the soft beep of the unit making him wince.

The temperature ticked up a few degrees, and within moments, Madhuri shifted slightly. A sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, and with a small murmur, she pushed the blanket off her body.

She was dressed in a chudidhar. Her leggings tight, whose fabric hugged her curves. The moonlight caught the outline of her body through the tight fabric, and Abhi's breath hitched.

[Steel]

Ishaan: "Good. Do it again."

Abhi hesitated but pressed the button again, the room growing warmer. Madhuri stirred once more, her body reacting to the heat.

She let out a soft sigh, her hands unbuttoning her top for comfort, stretching above her head as if seeking relief, her chest pushing upward in the process. 

The tight chudidhar top clung to her skin, and the leggings revealed her curves even more.

Abhi's hand shook but tried his best to keep the camera steady, a mix of fear and something else stirring in his chest.

Ishaan: "Now, get close to her."

Abhi's legs felt like lead as he stepped nearer, the camera capturing Madhuri's sleeping form up close.

He could see the faint flush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted slightly with each breath.

He felt like he was crossing a line he could never uncross, and Ishaan's silent gaze through the screen made it all more real.

Ishaan: "Now, smell her armpits."

The command made Abhi's stomach lurch, "What? No... Why would I-" he whispered softly.

"Don't question back doofus. Else your mom will know about the pics you clicked," Ishaan cut him his tone left no room for refusal and Abhi shook hearing it. He knew this day would come some day. The blackmail is now his nightmare.

[Steel]

He feared his mom as much as he loved her, "She'll kill me if she finds out I've started all this," he thought and leaned in, his face inches from her outstretched arm, the camera still angled to show the scene. 

The scent was faint, floral, mixed with the musk of her earlier arousal from the night's events. It wasn't unpleasant, and that realization sent a shiver down his spine. He pulled back quickly, his face burning.

Ishaan: "Good. Now, move your hand from her neck to her toes without touching her. The gap shouldn't be more than a centimeter. Keep it slow, let me see."

Abhi swallowed, his free hand trembled as he hovered it just above Madhuri's skin, starting at her neck.

His fingers traced the air above her collarbone, then down toward her chest. As his hand hovered near her breasts, the tight fabric made the shapes unmistakable, Ishaan's voice cut through.

Ishaan: "Wait. Look at that loser, your fingers are so close to your mom's perky nipples." Abhi's breath caught in his throat, his hand frozen in place.

"I'm sure they'd get hard as fuck if you just brushed 'em." Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stared down at Madhuri's sleeping form, the outline of her nipples faintly visible through the fabric.

A rush of heat surged through him, uncontrollable and wild, but he clenched his fingers tight, refusing to let them touch her.

Ishaan: "Keep going."

Abhi's hand continued its descent, hovering over her stomach, then reaching her waist. The leggings clung to her like a second skin, outlining every curve.

[Steel]

Ishaan: "Stop. Pull her top up a bit. I wanna see your mom's camel toe."

Abhi's hand shook violently as he hesitated, then carefully pinched the hem of the chudidhar top with his free hand, lifting it just enough to expose more of her midriff and the tight leggings below.

The fabric of the leggings stretched over her lower body, revealing the clear outline of her panties beneath and the faint shape of her camel toe.

Abhi's face burned, sweat dripping down his temples as he angled the camera for Ishaan to see, his own eyes unable to look away.

Ishaan: "You're sweating buckets, huh? Can't blame you kid, go on."

Abhi swallowed hard, he resumed moving his hand downward, toward her pussy.

Ishaan: "Stop. Imagine your fingers on her pussy lips. Bet that slut'll get wet as her son brushing 'em." Abhi's entire body tensed, his hand hovering just above her.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Ishaan's words sent another wave of heat through him, his mind spinning with thoughts he didn't want to acknowledge.

He bit his lip hard, forcing his hand to stay steady, not daring to touch her even as his fingers twitched with the temptation. Sweat poured down his face now, his shirt clinging to his back.

Ishaan: "Keep going."

Abhi's hand moved further down, past her thighs, along her legs, until it reached her toes. Then Ishaan spoke again.

Ishaan: "Good. Now tickle her slightly on her armpits."

Abhi gulped, his fingers hovering over her exposed underarm. He barely touched her, just a feather-light graze, but it was enough.

Madhuri let out a soft moan, the sound sending a jolt through Abhi's body. She shifted, turning onto her side, her breathing evening out as she settled back into sleep.

[Steel]

The camera caught every detail, the way her ass is curved revealing the hem of her elastic underwear and Abhi's pulse raced. Ishaan: "Now move your hand all over her back, top to bottom. Same deal, don't touch her."

Abhi's hand trembled as he started at the top of her back, moving down her spine. As he reached her lower back, nearing her ass, Ishaan's voice came through again, sharper this time.

Ishaan: "Stop. Move your finger up her butt crack, like swiping a card, but don't touch her."

Abhi's face flushed crimson, his hand hovering just above the curve of her ass, "Bet you're dying to feel that, huh?" Ishaan's teasing hit harder this time, the words sinking into Abhi's mind as he slowly moved his finger along the air between her legs up until her loin, mimicking the motion Ishaan described.

The temptation was maddening, and the secret excitement bubbling inside him made his head spin. He kept the camera steady, showing Ishaan everything, his own breathing ragged now.

[Steel]

Ishaan: "Smell her ass. Tell me how it smells."

Abhi froze, the command pushing him to a new edge of discomfort. But Ishaan's expectant silence urged him on.

Reluctantly, he leaned down, his face close to her lower back, the camera angled awkwardly to show his position. The scent was intoxicating, her earlier arousal still lingered, mixing with the faint fragrance of her body wash.

"It smells.. Good," he whispered, his voice barely audible through the earbuds, betraying the thrill he felt despite himself.

Ishaan laughing loudly, "Good? Hahaha.. That's enough for the night Kid. You're done.."

"Phew, can I please go back to my room?", Abhi whispered as a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, get outta there, motherfucker!" Ishaan shouted.

Abhi slipped out of the room, his body buzzing with adrenaline as he returned to his own bed.

He ended the call, pulling the earbuds out with shaking hands. Collapsing onto his mattress, his mind reeled from what he'd just done.

His shirt was soaked with sweat, his skin clammy. The guilt was there, gnawing at him, but beneath it was something darker, something that excited him in a way he couldn't fully grasp.

As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, Abhi's thoughts drifted back again to the way Madhuri had looked on the bed, the outline of her panties, the sounds she'd made, the scent of her skin.

And then there was Ishaan, the way he'd orchestrated it all, watching every moment through the camera, teasing Abhi into this twisted game.

A part of him hated Ishaan for it, but another part... another part wanted to see what the bully would do next. He imagined Ishaan taking charge, crossing lines Abhi didn't dare to, while he watched from the shadows.

The thought made his chest tighten, a confusing mix of shame and desire settling deep in his gut. That night, his feelings toward his mother took a turn. The seed Ishaan had planted was starting to grow, and Abhi wasn't sure he wanted to stop it.

The night passed with a humid, electric charge, Madhuri's dreams tangled with DevilzMask's echoes, aching through restless sleep.

[Steel]

Next day, Madhuri rushed to work. In the conference room, a sea of suits and charts, her pencil skirt hugged her thighs.

Her alt phone buzzed silent against her hip, DevilzMask, video call. Sparks jolted through her, shock and heat colliding.

"A video call?" she gasped, cutting it fast, breath shallow.

Fingers trembling, she typed under the table, sneaking glances at her droning colleagues.

"I'm in a meeting, please, not now," she sent via ShyVelvet.

Ishaan sprawled at home, shirtless, phone in hand, smirking. Her rejection stung, but her fear, her secrecy, fueled him.

"I want to see you, now, Mrs.Velvet. Don't care where you are. Give me something, make it quick," he sent, voice a growl in his head, commanding.

Her pulse raced, his order a whip. She shifted her chair, pretending to adjust her notes, hand slipping under the table. Her pencil skirt lifted just enough, maroon panties peeking, damp from thoughts of him.

[Steel]

She angled her phone, snapped it, legs parted slightly, a faint wet spot glaring, and sent it, heart slamming. She put the skirt down fast, cheeks burning, she tried to focus on the meeting.

Ishaan opened it, a low groan escaping.

Her legs, the lace, that wetness, "Fuck. She's damp, in a damn meeting," he whispered.

His dick twitched, hard instantly, jeans unzipping.

He propped his phone, aiming below his waist, stroking slow over her pic, veins bulging, precum glistening. He recorded, hand moving, rough breaths, then sent it.

"Waiting for your video call tonight, babe, don't worry, no need to show your face. But look what you're doing to me," he added, smug.

Madhuri's phone buzzed. She stole a glance, his video hit her: his hand on his cock, stroking to her pic. Her thighs clenched with head flooding in and her thoughts spiraled.

Numbers, charts, her boss's voice turned useless. He alone was in her head, unraveling her.