Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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That night, after dinner, she locked her bedroom door, Ramesh asleep on a couch in the living room, oblivious. She was wired, the day's tension coiled tight.

A purple scarf tied over her face, covering all but her eyes, her breath shaky as she adjusted it, waiting, craving. Her alt buzzed, DevilzMask, video call. Her heart leaped.

She answered, finger over the camera, hesitant. His screen lit up, neck down, shirtless, muscles tense. "Hey partner, you've got me all worked up. Let me see you, been waiting all day," his manly, rough voice broke the silence, flirty, warm, edged with hunger.

She exhaled, his tone melting her fear. She slid her finger off, tilting the phone, scarf in place, one hand covering her boobs, eyes wide above the fabric. "I... I'm here. Like this, okay? Don't laugh, I'm nervous," she quivered, a mess of arousal and dread.

Ishaan chuckled low, seeing the scarf, her hand, her nervous glint. Her screen glowed, wide chest, abs, waistband of his trunks.

"You look hot, babe. No laughing, just hard as hell for you. Move that hand a little, gimme a peek," he urged.

Her breath hitched, his compliment eased her, but his request jolted. She hesitated, then lowered her hand, the tops of her breasts peeked, nipples barely hidden.

"Like... this? I've never done this. Don't push too much," she whispered, eyes darting, arousal overtaking fear. She was teasing, shy, giving in, he had her, live. He shifted, camera catching his hand slipping into his trunks.

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"Fuck, hottie, just like that. I'm stroking to you, you see this?" he rasped, tilting to show his hand moving, slow, deliberate, breath heavy.

Her eyes widened, a soft moan slipping as she watched his hand slip inside, holding his bulge.

Her thighs clenched, "You're... too much, Mr.Devil. I'm wet, been wet since that video in the morning," she whispered, loud, a whimper breaking free.

Her free hand drifted down, teasing herself. "Good, keep it that way. Show me more, babe. You owe me after that video," he growled, unraveling her.

Her heart slammed. She shifted, angling lower, past the scarf, past her chest, showing her waist, the tops of her thighs, trembling fingers brushing between them.

"Like... this?" she moaned softly, his command guiding her, lost piece by piece.

"Fuck, yeah, like that. You're killing me, big girl. Let me see how you touch yourself," he urged, hand moving faster, camera catching every stroke under his trunks.

Her moan hitched, his words a spark. She hesitated, then let her fingers slide, slowly circling her clit, thighs trembling, the scarf slipping slightly as she arched.

"You're bigger than me... Can you pull it out for me please?" she said, eyes fluttering above the fabric.

His smirk grew, He groaned, her obedience driving him wild. "Just like that, good girl. You wanna see it?", voice rough, stroking in sync.

She nodded, fingers quickening, wet sounds faint but real, her breath ragged. "Yeah... please ahh...," she whimpered, body rocking slowly.

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His smirk grew, "I can't hear you, tell me how bad you want it," he pushed, camera steady on his hand, precum slick on top of his bulge.

"Please... mmm... I need it so bad," she choked, moans spilling, her hand frantic now. The scarf shifted, almost falling, her eyes wild with need.

Ishaan stared at Madhuri's smooth belly folds on the screen, and grinned, dark and feral. He placed his phone on a stand, standing before it, yanking his trunks down. His 9-inch cock sprang free, hard and glistening in the dim light.

"This is for you," he purred, voice low, rough. He stood before the camera, stroking slow, deliberate, eyes locked on her masked form.

Madhuri's screen flickered, his cock pulled out, thick, filling the screen, and she gasped, "Oh... G0d," her voice cracking. The scarf slipped but held, her identity veiled. "You're... hu-huge," she breathed, legs parting, hand hovering near her wet folds.

"Show me," he growled, strokes steady, devouring her, breasts, thighs, the shadow of her bush. "Now finger it, deep for me."

She moaned soft, brushing her clit, finger sliding in, slow, tentative, breath hitching. "Like... this?" she whispered, circling, hips bucking, his gaze a fire on her skin.

"Fuck, yes," he rasped, pumping faster. She obeyed, finger slick deep, glistening, a slave to his command.

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The call stretched, slow, raw, her moans sharp, his grunts deep, their bodies synced in a digital dance. She plunged two fingers in, panting, "I... I need it," she whimpered, pussy clenching, wildness unleashed, his gaze her cage.

"Need what?" he teased, slowing his strokes, dragging it out. "I need... you," she sobbed, fingers thrusting, wet sounds filling the call, body arching, teetering.

He grinned, unseen, voice dark. "Me? Keep going, show me how bad." She did, three fingers now, stretching her, moans loud, desperate, her first orgasm a whisper away.

Madhuri knelt on her bed, nude, scarf loose over her face, body trembling as she fingered herself for him, his grunts syncing with her moans.

"Fuck, you're dripping," he growled, strokes teasing, eyes devouring her masked form. "Faster, fuck yourself for me."

She whimpered, obeying, fingers plunging deep, wet and loud, hips bucking. "Yes... like that," she gasped, scarf slipping, lips bared, surrender total. "I... I can't stop, Aahh..." she moaned, thighs shaking, body a live wire.

He chuckled, dark, slow. "Good, don't. Imagine this cock, stretching you, filling you deep."

"Oh... please," she cried, fingers mimicking him, pussy soaking the sheet, mind lost to his filth. "It's... ahh.. too big for me," she sobbed, breasts bouncing, nipples hard.

"It's all yours, if you beg for it," he taunted.

"Please... I want to... mmm... come," she pleaded, voice breaking, fingers relentless, body arching, offering itself. "I'm your slave... ahhh... do anything for you," she gasped, tears wetting the scarf, wildness flooding every dam.

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Downstairs, Abhi ripped off his headphones, her sounds seeping through the floor, sharp, desperate. Ishaan's dare last night burned in his skull.

He texted fast, "She's losing it all, Ishaan, are you texting her? Or what? Dad might wake up."

Ishaan smiled mid-call, imagining Abhi's shock. "Go peek in her room and thank me later. After all, isn't this what you wanted? Cuckson," he replied, dark glee threading his words.

Abhi stood, anger flaring, teeth gritted, half-erect bulge straining. "Did he just say cu.. cuckson?" he gasped, shaking his head, guilt crashing into awe.

He crept upstairs, her door locked. He leaned against it and her moans hit clear. 

"Please... ummm... Aahh..." His dick hardened, awe drowning guilt.

Madhuri's bedroom was thick with heat and sin, her nude body knelt on the bed, slick with sweat, the scarf loose over her mouth, masking her face but baring her soul.

"Fuck, you're killing me, slut, beg harder," he growled, slowing his strokes, tormenting her.

"Please, master, I can't, I need it now!" she sobbed, voice wrecked, scarf dangling, body quaking, offering everything.

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Her wildness was his, a slave's dance stretched to breaking. "Fuck, you're shaking," DevilzMask rasped, voice low, commanding, a velvet whip through the call.

His strokes slowed, teasing, her breasts bouncing, nipples dark and hard, thighs trembling, pussy spread wide, raw for his gaze.

"I'll... do anything, master.... please... let me come," she sobbed to ShyVelvet, fingers plunging shamelessly, wet sounds loud, hips grinding, body begging.

"Spread wider, fuck yourself harder. You're mine." he groaned, quickening his strokes

She did, legs splayed, fingers slamming in, pussy soaking the sheet, moans sharp, raw. "Yes... yes, I'm all yours... ," she cried, body his, orgasm coiling tight, so near she could taste it.

"I'm... I'm there... Aaahhh...," she sobbed, voice high, breaking, pussy clenching, clit throbbing, wave cresting, body trembling, a slave to his command.

"There? Alright," he purred, voice dipping, deliberate, the trap set.

"Come for me, Mrs. Madhuri, let me hear you scream."

Her world froze, "Madhuri", a lightning bolt piercing the haze. Her orgasm crashed through as her mind reeled. "What... what did you," she gasped, heart slamming, terror drowning pleasure.

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"You heard it right, my dear. Go ahead, did I tell you to stop?"

"Y-You... know me?" she choked, scarf falling off her chin, face bare, eyes wide, staring at his cock, his hand.

Ishaan grinned, unseen, stroking quick, "Know? I've known all along, Madhuri. You're mine from the first chat. Ahh.." He grunted and came hard. His thick white cum splurted out of his cock.

Her breath stopped, body trembled with humiliation, raw and searing. "No... no, you can't," she stammered, hands clutching the sheet, covering herself, wildness collapsing into shame.

"How... how did you do this?" she whispered, tears streaking, pussy still wet, body betrayed, mind blindsided.

"Hahaha... you vicious hoe! Just wanted to play with you. So you can think twice before tying to fool me," he said, loud, cruel, victorious. "Every snap you sent, is safe in my locker, haha..."

She sobbed, loud, hands shaking, phone slipping. "You bastard!" she choked, pride shattered, her first orgasm a gift he'd stolen, her ruin his trophy.

"Who are you? Tell me!" she demanded, voice wrecked, body curling in, video still live, his cock mocking her, embarrassment a knife twisting deep.

"I'm your fan, Madhuri, a hardcore one, and you're mine forever now," he chuckled, low.

The call ended, black screen, silence. Madhuri collapsed, sobbing, body shaking, pussy pulsing, mind a chaos of shock and shame. "Who in the hell are you?" she cried, voice lost in the dark, regretting her alt, a trap she'd walked into blind.

Across town, Ishaan groaned, the reveal, timed to her peak, was a bomb he'd detonated perfectly, her dance his to end.

Outside her room, Abhi heard her scream pierced the house, raw, shattering. He texted fast, "Mom's crying and freaking out bad. What's going on?? Please tell me!"

Ishaan replied, "She'll be fine, you piece of shit. Give her some time. Now, get your ass to bed."

Abhi sank against her door, her cry echoing, shock, pleasure, ruin. His dick throbbed, awe and dread tangling, his pull a chain forged in her fall.

(End of chapter)

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Chapter 4: Devil's Touch

Morning broke over Hyderabad like a heavy shroud, the air thick with humidity and the weight of Madhuri's unraveling. She sat hunched on her bed, still nude from last night's video call, the purple scarf crumpled beside her, her alt phone, a silent accuser on the sheets. 

DevilzMask's reveal left a bitter memory tainted by shock and embarrassment as her body still trembled, her pussy faintly pulsing from the near climax, but her mind was a storm of regret, shame flooding every corner of her being.

"This better be a nightmare," she whispered, her voice hoarse, tears streaking her face as she replayed the call, his voice, his cock, her surrender, and that final devastating blow: her name on his lips.

She grabbed her phones, hands shaking, and opened ShyVelvet, nudes, voice notes, videos of her fingering herself, all sent to him, all seen by a stranger who knew her.

"What have I done!?" she sobbed, deleting everything, every snap, every plea, her wildness erased with frantic taps, but the damage was done, burned into his hands.

Her main phone buzzed, DevilzMask: "You've worked up a lot last night, Madhuri, hope you had a great sleep. Good Morning!"

She shouted in despair, "Aaahh!" tossing it across the room, but her thighs clenched, a lingering need stabbing through her shame.

"You're in a big trouble, girl" she muttered, pulling on a loose nightie, but her body betrayed her, nipples hardening at his taunt, her regret warring with a dark, unquenchable crave. She couldn't face it, couldn't face him, but deep inside, she waited, her heart whispering for something wild, despite the ruin.

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Downstairs, Ramesh shuffled in, bleary-eyed from a late night, oblivious to her chaos. "I'm leaving for a short business trip, US, two weeks," he grunted, tossing his suitcase by the door. "Leaving tonight."

Madhuri nodded, mute, her mind spinning, alone again, vulnerable, the stalker's playground widening. "Travel safe, honey!" she said, her voice flat, and he left to pack, leaving her staring at the empty kitchen, her shame a cage, her need a key she couldn't throw away.

Abhi emerged, headphones dangling, his eyes flicking to her, red-eyed, shaken, a shadow of his mom. He'd heard her scream last night, raw, shattering, and Ishaan's "More tomorrow" burned in his skull.

"Maa... u okay?" he asked, voice small, testing.

She flinched, forcing a smile. "Yea sweetie.. just tired.." Her lie hung thin, her tremble visible, and Abhi's chest tightened, guilt, awe, a thrill he couldn't name.

He texted Ishaan, fast: "She's off and quiet Ishaan, also dad's leaving for US tonight"

Ishaan's reply buzzed: "That's perfect timing, my guy, Your busy dad's gonna regret this big time!"

Ishaan grinned across town, sprawled shirtless on his bed, her deleted pics still safe in his locked folder, her shock, his triumph. Ramesh's trip was a gift, he'd creep closer now, tease her shame and stoke her need.

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Later that night, after Ramesh left, he texted as DevilzMask, slow, taunting: "Feeling alone? I understand a woman's dread when she's exposed without a protector, Let me take his place. I'll keep you safe."

Madhuri's main buzzed on the floor, she read it, sobbing, "How did he find out!? G0d, I hope this doesn't stretch any further.", but her pussy throbbed, her regret a fragile dam against a flood she couldn't stop.

She deleted it, but the echo stayed, her shame loud, her need secretly louder.

Tuesday afternoon simmered with tension, Ramesh gone, the house a hollow shell, Madhuri alone in her kitchen, chopping vegetables with a trembling hand. She'd dressed conservative, a blue saree, blouse buttoned high, but her mind churned, stalker's taunts she'd deleted but couldn't erase.

Her shame was a weight, every snap, every moan replayed, his wit a blade, but beneath it, her need lingered, a dark pulse she couldn't kill. "G0dd... give me the strength to hold back," she prayed, gripping the knife, but her resolve was glass, cracking with every breath.

The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden, she froze, heart slamming, then opened it to Ishaan, grinning wide, Abhi trailing behind.

"Hey, aunty!" Ishaan boomed, his tight tee hugging his arms, his eyes glinting, predatory, bold.

"Abhi said you're cooking, couldn't miss it"

Madhuri forced a smile, "Hey Ishaan! Done with classes already? Come in, both of you.. sit," but her voice wavered, his presence a jolt, his charm too familiar.

Abhi mumbled, "I didn't... He wanted to..," avoiding her eyes.

Ishaan sprawled on the sofa, legs wide, owning the space. "Mmm.. Smells good already," he purred, his voice silky and dangerous. His gaze sliding over her saree, subtle, but piercing.

"High college's out for Pongal holidays starting tomorrow, Aunty. Thought Abhi would've told you by now."

Abhi fidgeted in the corner, looking confused. "How could I tell her when I only found out hours ago?" he thought, biting his lip. "And how the hell did he sweet-talk Dean Miss Sherley into giving us both such a long break before dragging me back here... I'll never figure him out."

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Madhuri forced a soft smile. "Oh... that's lovely," she murmured, her voice trembling just a little. "Make the most of your holidays, boys." Her fingers twisted nervously in her saree's pallu, betraying her fragile calm.

"Sure Aunty, I'll make sure we won't waste a day." Ishaan replied, adjusting his watch, his voice casual but sharp, "By the way, where's Uncle? Thought I'd say hi" he looked at her suddenly with a charming smile catching her eyes staring at him with innocence and guilt.

She flinched, turning to the kitchen, "He... he's on a short work trip," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "He'll be back soon." The stalker's taunts slithered into her mind, dark, thrilling, and shameful, making her cheeks burn. 

"I-I'll... I'll go get some snacks," she mumbled, retreating with a flustered sway of her hips, desperate to escape Ishaan's piercing stare.

Ishaan sighed, "Oh.. guess I'm unlucky then.." loud enough for Madhuri to hear. He pulled out his phone, flashing a photo Abhi had sent him last week, Madhuri's vanity cupboard, with the rose inside.

"Go grab it," he muttered under his breath, smirking. "I'll keep her busy here, lighten her up a bit."

Abhi questioned "Did you really think she kept the rose till now? She threw it in the bin many days back."

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Ishaan pointed to a key with a tag: Bedroom Spare written upside down. "This idiot! The key, not the rose. Now go," he ordered.


Abhi's eyes widened, a jolt of shock freezing him. "W-what? That's my parents bedroom spare key.. Why..."

"Just do it," Ishaan hissed, handing him a fake key from his pocket. "Swap it quick. She won't notice." His grin was all teeth, daring Abhi to hesitate.

Abhi swallowed hard, nodding, his legs shaky as he slipped toward the stairs, "I screwed up, basically gave him the way in. How could I be so dumb and careless?" heart pounding with a mix of guilt and strange excitement.

Ishaan turned back to Madhuri, leaning closer as she fumbled with a plate of samosas.

Meanwhile Ishaan followed her, to the kitchen, casual, leaning against the doorway. "Need help, aunty? I'm good with my hands," he said, folding his arms, his biceps bulging, innocent, but loaded.

She turned and smiled, brittle, "Thanks Ishaan. I'm good, sit down," but her eyes lingered, as she fumbled with a plate of steamed momos.

Upstairs, Abhi pushed open his parents' bedroom door, the air thick with her scent, sandalwood and faint jasmine. His eyes darted over the bed, neatly made, the wardrobe half-open with Madhuri's sarees spilling out, a glimpse of her blouse hanging loose.

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At one end of the spacious room, beside a wall, there was also an attached bathroom, luxurious, with glass doors gleaming faintly in the dim light. His hands trembled as he crept to the vanity, fingers brushing the cool wood, steadying himself as he spotted the key.


In the kitchen, Ishaan leaned against the counter, watching Madhuri's nervous movements. "You've got this glow today, aunty, like you're hiding something special. Makes a guy wonder what's under all that calm." His words dripped with suggestion, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck as she blushed, dropping a spoon.

Abhi's breath hitched as he took the spare key, its chain glinting in the dim light. He fumbled with the fake key Ishaan gave, exchanging the tags and swapping them with clumsy precision, his fingers grazed a silk scarf on the vanity, soft and intimate, and his stomach twisted with guilt and something darker. He slid the real key into his pocket, the weight of it burning against his thigh.

Back downstairs, Ishaan chuckled softly, picking up the spoon Madhuri dropped and handing it to her, his fingers brushing hers. "Careful now, aunty, those hands are too pretty to be so shaky." His smile was disarmingly warm, but his eyes held a glint of control, watching her squirm.

Madhuri stammered, "T-thanks, Ishaan... I'm fine, really," her voice a fragile thread, her cheeks flaming as she turned back to the snacks, her heart racing from his closeness. The shame from the video call pulsed beneath her skin, warring with a flicker of flattered heat she couldn't douse.

Abhi shuffled back into the living room, the key swapped, his face pale but his pulse thundering. Ishaan caught his eye, flashing a quick, triumphant grin before turning to Madhuri one last time. "You're too good to us, aunty, feeding us, looking out for us. Makes me wanna stick around longer, keep you company." His tone was playful, but the edge in it lingered, a tease that landed like a spark on dry grass.

Madhuri forced a laugh, "Oh, you are... always welcome," but her voice cracked, her hands clutching the tray as Ishaan sauntered back to the sofa, Abhi already there sitting calmly, the air between them thick with unspoken plans.

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That evening, the house settled into an uneasy quiet after Ishaan polished off the last momo, wiping his hands with a smug grin. 


He leaned close to Abhi, his breath hot against his ear. "Tomorrow's the day, my guy, don't screw it up," he hissed, voice low and commanding.

Abhi nodded, hesitant, his throat tight with a mix of fear and something he couldn't name. 

Ishaan clapped his shoulder and left, the door clicking shut like a trap springing closed.

Night dbangd over the city, thick and heavy. Madhuri lay in bed, her nightie clinging to her restless body, trying to drown out the chaos in her skull. Her main phone buzzed, Ramesh: "Landed safe. How's it back there?"

She glanced at the screen, disappointment curling her lip, like she'd been expecting someone else. 

With a sigh, she dropped the phone face-down, guilt prickling her chest. In a few minutes, it buzzed again, DevilzMask: "All alone now, huh? Hubby's off on his little trip, bet it's lonely in that spacious bed."

Her breath caught, a shiver of unknown excitement racing down her spine. She stared at the words, fingers hovering, but didn't reply, couldn't. 

His next text rolled in, sharp and teasing: "Not replying? I know how to make you talk, watch out for a surprise tomorrow."

Her breath caught, eyes widening with an unknown thrill. "No... control yourself," she muttered, opening her husband's chat, typing a quick, guilty reply to Ramesh: "All good here. Sleep well." 

She tossed the phone aside, curling under the sheets, her heart racing with secret fear and a shameful spark she couldn't snuff out.

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Wednesday morning broke late, the holiday hush letting her sleep past dawn.

Madhuri woke up groggy, her body craving a reset. "A deep cleanse... that's what I need," she murmured, locking her bedroom door with a soft click.

She peeled off her nightie and inners, letting them pool on the floor, and wrapped a towel around her curves, her skin prickling in the cool air.

She padded to the attached bathroom, leaving its door unlocked, careless, trusting, and stepped into the shower. Hot water cascaded over her, steam rising, the hum of an old melody slipping from her lips as she lathered soap over her skin.

Outside, Abhi pressed his ear to the bedroom door, the muffled rush of water and her faint melody seeping through.



His palms sweated, pulse hammering as he texted Ishaan: "She's in the shower now."

Ishaan's reply buzzed fast: "Stick to the plan. No distractions, or I'll make you regret it." The threat sank into Abhi's gut, Ishaan's shadow looming even from miles away.

He fished the spare key from his pocket, hands trembling as he slid it into the lock. He swallowed, unlocked the door with a faint click, and slipped inside. The room was cool, scented with her presence, jasmine and soap.