Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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He grinned, shaky but earnest. "I won't be scared with you here, Maa, you're too sweet for that. Besides, the ladder's wobbly. I'll hold it steady." A lie, but it spilled out smooth.

Her cheeks warmed at his words, his care piercing through her unease. "Oh, you..." she sighed, flattered but wary. She didn't want him close, not like this, not now, but his pleading eyes won.

"Fine," she relented, climbing onto the ladder with a cleaning brush. "Just hold it, and keep your eyes down, okay?"

"Yeah, got it," he mumbled, gripping the ladder with trembling hands. It didn't wobble, solid as stone, but he held tight anyway, anchoring himself beneath her.

She stretched up, brushing at the web, her focus on the ceiling. 

His gaze, though, drifted. Slow, guilty, it climbed, her bare feet, her knees, her thighs, and her ass, the saree clinging tight.

No panties, no bra, just her shapes, sharp and raw under the dim light. His breath hitched, mind flashing to nights when Ishaan made him crept into her room, fingers grazing her sleeping form.

Higher still, her waist curved into view, then her boobs shifting free under the blouse, nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric.

He swallowed, imagining her stripped bare, the image searing into him. She was oblivious, muttering, "You've got to keep this room neat, Abhi, spiders love a mess like this."

Her voice snapped him half-back, and she tilted her head down mid-sentence. He jerked his eyes to the floor, heart slamming against his ribs. "Ye-yeah, Maa, I will," he stammered, the picture of her still blazing in his skull.

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"Did she notice?" Doubt gnawed at him, but her tone stayed steady.

"Alright, I think that's it," she said, stepping down, brushing her hands. "No spider, just dust." She adjusted her saree, avoiding his gaze, her own tension simmering beneath the surface. "Let's go, I need some air."

Abhi nodded fast, forcing a smile. "Yeah.. It probably escaped the room.. Thanks, Maa," he croaked, trailing her out, the ladder abandoned, his secret still teetering on the edge of exposure.

Abhi's hands shook as he fumbled with his phone, the rush still buzzing in his veins. He had to tell Ishaan, couldn't keep it in.

"Ishaan, I saw her without inners in that saree... up close, your plan worked!" he texted, thumbs flying. "The spider thing I came up with worked, she was right there above me" His chest tightened, excitement spilling over as he relived it: her bare shapes, the ladder, her voice.

Ishaan's reply buzzed back fast. "You cheeky little bastard! Taking your own decisions, huh? How'd you like her up close?"

Abhi hesitated, his fingers hovering. "That was so unintentional.. Things just fell in place.. Don't tell anyone, okay?" he typed, slow and careful.

He didn't want his secret out, but Ishaan, he'd earned it, hadn't he? Ishaan's next text rolled in, sharp and gleeful: "Knew it, you're a fine cuck son! All your moves got her there, wait till you see what's next." A grin stretched across Ishaan's face as he typed, savoring the taunt.

Abhi sank into the couch, shame flooding him, guilt clawing at his gut, but that thrill, sharp and dark, wouldn't fade. Her closeness had been heaven, a stolen moment, and right or wrong didn't matter anymore. "When you coming over?" he texted, voice trembling in his head, eager for more.

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Ishaan's reply was smug: "Busy right now, bro. I'll hit you up tonight, got a reward for your brave little spider act." Abhi's pulse jumped, a secret grin tugging at his lips. He clutched the phone, buzzing with anticipation.

Upstairs, Madhuri bolted her door, her breath uneven as she collapsed onto the bed. The terrace replayed in her mind, sunlight on her skin, eyes she couldn't see but felt, the strange rush of exposure. It was new, raw, unsettlingly alive.

She grabbed her phone, texting DevilzMask: "I did it, made it across."

His reply slithered back: "You were gorgeous out there, strutting in that see-through saree for everyone." Her hidden desires flared, heat pooling low, but she shoved it down.

"Where's that orgasm you promised?" she shot back, needy, insistent.

"Soon, Madhuri," he texted. "For now, you get your clothes back. Leave the window open tonight, check your wardrobe tomorrow."

She frowned, frustration spiking. "Ugh, you tease," she muttered, typing: "Damn you, stop leaving me hanging!" His flirty Patience, gorgeous winked back.

She tossed the phone aside, glaring at the closed window, willing night to hurry.

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That night, Abhi's impatience cracked. "What's the reward? Been waiting all day," he texted Ishaan. The reply lagged, stretching his nerves thin.

"Why you so busy today?" he added.

Ishaan finally answered: "Was at the high college, man."

Abhi frowned. "High college? Why?

Ishaan's grin bled through the screen: "Had a long private sesh with Mrs. Sherley, the dean."

Abhi blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"

Ishaan's next text hit like a punch: "How'd you think we got these long holidays? She wanted favors, I delivered, right there in her office."

Abhi's jaw dropped, his mind reeling. Mrs. Sherley, prim, stern, suddenly clicked: the way she'd eyed Ishaan before they'd left college. 

"No way," he whispered, texting: "Why'd you tell me that? Should've lied, I can't unsee it now!"

Ishaan fired back: "What's the big deal? You're a cuck, thought you'd get a kick out of it." Abhi clenched his fists, guilt surging as the day crashed back, his mom, the ladder, her bare skin. He stared at the screen, trapped in the mess of it all, Ishaan's mocking laughter echoing in his head.

Abhi's phone buzzed late, Ishaan's text slicing through the quiet: "Oh yeah, you wanted a reward, right? How about seeing your mom stark naked?" Abhi jolted upright, heart slamming against his ribs.

He'd been haunted by her in that saree, every curve teasing his imagination, and a clear shot of her bare? It'd fill every gap his mind couldn't. "Please, dude, I need that," he texted, hands trembling with want.

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Ishaan's reply was a gut punch: "Say it then, admit you're a cuck son and you want me fucking her." Abhi froze, shock and rage spiking through him, but his body betrayed him, a twitch, a heat he couldn't deny.

"What are you talking Ishaan? that's.. that's messed up," he fired back, weak and flailing.

Ishaan pressed: "Say it, or no pic." The image of them, her and Ishaan, flickered in his head, twisted and vivid.

His resistance crumbled. "Fine... I agree," he texted, voice in his skull barely a whisper.

Ishaan's grin stretched wide as he sent a one-time-view shot, her nude mirror selfie, face cropped out, body bare from neck to toes. Abhi's breath hitched as it loaded: her soft curves, her breasts, the dip of her waist, gone in five seconds.

"No, no, come on!" he hissed, texting: "Send it again, please!"

Silence. Ishaan ghosted him. Abhi tossed all night, that fleeting glimpse burning behind his eyes, the day's thrill crashing into restless dreams.

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Upstairs, Madhuri perched on her bed, eyes flicking to the cracked window. Cool air slipped in, teasing her skin as she waited for the stalker, her clothes, and the confrontation.

She wanted to catch him, end this game. But the day weighed heavy, her legs still hummed from the terrace, her mind tangled in that strange rush. Her eye lids drooped, sleep pulling her under despite her fight to stay awake.

Deep in the night, a touch grazed her leg, slow and deliberate, creeping up her thigh. A shiver rippled through her, tingling, electric. She clawed at consciousness, eyes fluttering against the haze.

The touch vanished. Darkness pressed in as she squinted, nothing. Then it returned, hands sliding to her waist, climbing higher, cupping her breasts. She gasped, voiceless, gripping the sheets tight.

A wolf's howl echoed, eerie and unreal, as a male silhouette loomed in the shadows, kneading her chest. Fear, excitement, lust, she trembled under it all, wordless, trapped. The figure stepped forward, shadows peeling back, Ishaan's face, grinning wicked and sharp.

"No!!!" she screamed, bolting upright, sweat slicking her skin. The room was still, empty, the window ajar but silent. It was all a dream.

Footsteps pounded, Abhi burst in, voice tight. "Maa, you okay? What happened?"

She forced a shaky smile, brushing damp hair from her face. "Nothing, sweetie, just a silly nightmare. Go back to sleep." He lingered, then nodded, retreating.

Alone again, she cursed herself. "Ishaan!? He could be a charmer, but he's a good kid, get your mind straight, Madhuri," she muttered, glaring at the dark. "This is all you, you damn stalker, twisting my head." She shoved the thought down, collapsing back into uneasy sleep, tightly hugging her bedsheet.

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Morning broke in Hyderabad, sunlight spilling through a wide-open window. Madhuri blinked awake, the brightness jarring. "He was here," she whispered, stumbling to the wardrobe.

She flung it open, her clothes, all back, neatly hung. Relief washed over her, tinged with grim satisfaction. "That terrace hell was worth something," she sighed, slamming the window shut and locking it tight.

Her phone buzzed, DevilzMask: "You must've been exhausted last night, slept like a rock" She froze, staring at her reflection in the vanity mirror, last night's dream flashing back, Ishaan's hands, his grin.

"What's wrong with me?" she breathed, the taunt sinking in, her pulse quickening as the line between nightmare and reality blurred.

(End of Chapter)

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Chapter 5: First Encounter

Madhuri woke to the harsh glare of Hyderabad's morning sun, her head throbbing with the echoes of last night's dream, Ishaan's grin, his hands, the wolf's howl still clawing at her senses.

She rubbed her temples, the weight of it all pressing down: the stalker's taunts, the terrace humiliation, the way her own body betrayed her with shivers she couldn't control. Her reflection in the vanity mirror stared back, hollow-eyed and accusing. "What's wrong with me?" she whispered, voice cracking.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping her out of the spiral. A text from Ramesh, glowed on the screen: "Hey love, been missing you. Work's moving fast here, so I might be back home earlier than expected. How's everything going over there?" Her chest tightened, guilt surging like a tide. Ramesh, steady and kind, halfway across the world, oblivious to the mess she'd stumbled into.

She clutched the phone, thumbs hovering over the keys, but no reply came. How could she tell him? How could she even hint at the shame gnawing at her? The memories hit hard: the nude pics she'd sent, that video call where she'd bared herself to a faceless stranger, the transparent saree clinging to her skin as she paraded on the terrace, neighbors eyes boring into her.

And Abhi, her sweet, fragile boy, somehow tangled in this too, the way she looked for Ishaan in front of her son, burning in her mind. Ishaan. The name alone twisted her gut.

"Was it really him behind the mask?" The thought made her nauseous, but the dreams, the way they blurred into reality, kept dragging her back.

"He's just a charming teenager, it can't be him. Shake off those thoughts, Madhuri. You're 36 now, not 18," she muttered, resolve hardening.

"This ends now." She couldn't let this ruin her, her honor, her reputation, the life she'd built.

She'd been a fool, caught in some sick game, but she was done playing. She stumbled to the window, still wide open from the night, and slammed it shut with a bang that echoed through the room.

Her fingers fumbled with the latch, locking it tight. The key glinted in her hand, a tiny, mocking thing. She glared at it, rage bubbling up, and hurled it across the room. It skittered under the dresser, lost in the shadows. "Stay there," she spat, as if it could hear her. "No more late-night intrusions, no more games."

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After she is done with her bath, her phone buzzed again, DevilzMask: "You locked me out? Cute.. but I'll find a way in."

Her stomach lurched, but she swiped it away, refusing to engage. She yanked on a Grey tailored jumpsuit, black pumps, the fabric a shield against the chaos, and grabbed her bag. Work. Normalcy. She needed to drown this madness in routine.

Downstairs, Abhi slouched at the breakfast table, picking at a dosa, his eyes darting to her then away. He wanted to say hello but couldn't bring himself to, especially after yesterday's events.

Ishaan sprawled beside him, like he's part of the household, exuding casual charisma with a sly grin as he sipped his chai. "Morning, Auntie! Off to work this early? Join us for a cup of chai," he said lazily, his eyes lingering on her a bit too long. She paused midway, unsure of how to respond.

He flashed a playful, flirty grin and added, "Abhi mentioned yesterday that you were asking about me. Anything I can help with?"

She stiffened, fingers gripping her bag as they shook slightly, "Its nothing.. I've got a busy day ahead. Eat up, both of you." Her words were clipped, her eyes avoiding Ishaan's. She couldn't look at him, not with those dreams still festering, not with the suspicion clawing at her.

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The office was a blur of files and meetings, but it couldn't silence the noise in her head. Every ping of her phone by the stalker made her flinch, expecting another taunt, each time.

By noon, she sat at her desk, staring blankly at a spreadsheet, Ramesh's text still unanswered. "Good to hear, Ramesh! I'm fine, just busy," she finally typed, a lie that felt like ash on her tongue. She hit send, then buried her face in her hands.

She had to end this, before the stalker, Ishaan, or her own warped desires dragged her any deeper. "But how can I?" The question gnawed at her as the day wore on, the locked window a fragile barricade against the storm she knew was coming.

The night dbangd Madhuri's home in a sticky, humid haze, the ceiling fan whirring uselessly above her locked bedroom door.

Her husband still oceans away, leaving her alone with her spiraling thoughts.

The terrace started brewing her, sheer saree fluttering against bare skin, no panties beneath, walking all the way out in the open, She hadn't meant for the thoughts to take root, but they'd bloomed anyway, dark and insistent.

She'd bolted her door ever since, double-checking the window, terrified the stalker could slip through shadows.

Yet, the fear twisted into something darker, filthy fantasies clawing at her mind.

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She laid on her stomach on her bed, her black nightie clinging to her curves. 

Her phone trembled in her hand as DevilzMask's latest message glowed: "Looks like someone's too scared to have some fun."

Her breath hitched, a shiver racing down her spine, tries to control herself but the itch hasn't completely gone, a volcano stirring somewhere deep she couldn't point.



She typed back, slow, defiant: "You don't scare me, stay away" But her fingers lingered, her pussy clenching at the lie, she wanted him closer, not gone.

The chat blinked, his reply: "Ok, Miss Stark from Winterfell. What if I pin you to that bed, peel that nightie off with my teeth, taste every inch till you beg me to stop, and I wouldn't.. That scary enough?"

Madhuri's eyes widened, her thighs pressing together as heat flooded her. His words dripped like honey laced with venom, slow, deliberate, sinking into her bones.

"Disgusting pig," she muttered, her hand betrayed her again, grazing her nipple, hard, needy, through the satin. Pride roared no, but her body screamed louder.

She typed, hesitant: "I'm stronger than that! Wouldn't let you even touch me." Sent. A taunt, she wanted him to bite.

Across the city, Ishaan lounged on his balcony, and his grin widened, feral. "Stronger, huh?" he murmured, voice low and rough. "Let's see how long that lasts"

He typed back, pacing it out, raw and dark: "You can't stop me from spreading those thick thighs, darling, licking that sweet pussy till your screams wake the street. You'd claw the sheets, begging for my cock, and I'll watch you break" He hit send, leaning back, his dick twitching at the thought.

Madhuri's phone buzzed, and she opened it, her breath catching at his filth. "Till your screams wake the street", the image slammed into her, her clit throbbing unbidden.

Her hand slipped lower, grazing her navel, then lower still, hovering over her panties. She typed back, voice trembling in her head: "You're a monster, I'd never beg someone like you!"

A reply came quick: "Oh, you will, my wild flower, I'd carve my name into your soul with every thrust, leave you dripping and owned" Her fingers brushed her pussy through the fabric, soaked, traitorous, and a soft moan slipped out, her shame dissolving in the heat.

The sound jolted her awake. Gasping, she switched off the phone, yanked the bedsheet tight, and curled into the dark, alone and fragile.

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The next afternoon baked Hyderabad in a relentless sun. Madhuri stood in the kitchen, a yellow saree dbangd over her curves, the blouse hugging her chest, her navel peeking out as she chopped onions for biryani. Her phone sat silent on the counter, no texts since last night's filth, and the absence gnawed at her, a restless ache she couldn't name.

She'd barely slept, his words looping in her head, her locked window a flimsy shield against the fantasies clawing free.

The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden, and she jolted, wiping her hands on her pallu as she opened it, Ishaan stood there, all charm and muscle in a black tee, his grin innocent but his eyes glinting.

"Namaste, aunty, Abhi said you're making biryani? Couldn't resist," he said, voice smooth as silk, stepping inside like he owned the place.

Madhuri smiled, tight-lipped, her pulse quickening, his presence felt too close, too real after last night's texts. "Haan, come in, Ishaan, Abhi's upstairs," she replied, turning back to the stove, her saree swishing against her hips.

He lingered, leaning against the counter, his gaze tracing her, her thick waist, the sway of her ass, and she felt it, a prickle on her skin. "Smells amazing already, aunty, you're a sorceress," he teased, his tone light but edged, testing her.

Abhi slipped downstairs then, unnoticed at first, his eyes flicking between them. Ishaan's text from earlier, "Let's push her today, bro, you know what to do", burned in his mind.

"Yeah, Ishaan's right, Maa, you should c-cook for us more," Abhi piped up, voice shaky, and Madhuri glanced at him, surprised.

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"You two ganging up on me now?" she laughed, but Ishaan stepped closer, brushing her arm as he reached for a glass.

"Not ganging up, just appreciating, aunty. A woman like you'd make every guy jealous of uncle," he said, low and deliberate, his fingers lingering on the counter near her hand.

Her breath caught, his words a mirror to the stalker's heat, slow, seductive, sinking in. "Enough talk, go sit," she snapped, turning away, but her nipples hardened under her blouse, her body a traitor.

Ishaan smirked, catching Abhi's eye, a subtle nod passing between them. "Uh, Maa, can we help? You've been doing so much," Abhi mumbled, flustered. Madhuri waved a hand. "Fine, stir the rice, Ishaan. Don't ruin it. You cut the tomatoes sweetie."

He moved beside her, too close, his arm grazing her saree as he stirred, his voice low, dropping: "I'm careful with precious things, aunty, wouldn't ruin a masterpiece like this"

Madhuri froze, his breath warm, the double meaning slicing through making her blush. "What, ?" she hissed, stepping back, but her pussy clenched. Abhi watched from the corner table of the kitchen, his dick twitching in his shorts.

"You okay, aunty? Looking flushed, need a breeze?" Ishaan pressed, eyes locking hers, bold and unyielding.

She glared, "I'm fine, focus on the rice," but her voice wavered, her mind screaming, "Is it him?", as his friendly flirt stoked the volcano he'd already lit.

Upstairs, DevilzMask's next move brewed, Ishaan's real play masked, her locked room no match for the desire he was unraveling.

Abhi acts busy cutting tomatoes, pretending not to hear, his thrill spiking and Madhuri's crumbling walls were his front-row seat.

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The evening sun dipped low, casting long shadows across Madhuri's bedroom as she sat on her bed, the saree swapped for a teal chudidhar that hugged her chest and hips. The biryani lunch with Ishaan lingered in her mind, his teasing words, and that brush of his arm still tingling on her skin.

She'd locked her door again, the latch clicking loud in the silence, but it felt futile, her walls were cracking, and the stalker's silence since last night gnawed at her like a missing limb.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, DevilzMask: "Miss me yet? Bet you're squirming, all alone in that locked cage"

Her heart thudded, a mix of dread and heat flooding her. "Why doesn't he leave me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, but her fingers opened the chat, trembling.

His words hit her slow, deliberate: "Don't worry, darling. I'd portal my way through the walls, rip that chudidhar off with my hands, kiss those juicy lips till you're dizzy. You'd melt under me, begging for my tongue to taste your fire" She gasped, her breath shallow, his filth was a blade, slicing her pride, stoking her need.

She typed back, shaky: "You're no Doctor Strange, and I won't beg for anything. Leave me alone." But her desire burned, her pussy already damp, aching for the fantasy he painted.

Ishaan sprawled on his bed across town, shorts low, his cock half-hard as he grinned at her defiance. Her resistance was crumbling, he could smell it through the screen.

He typed back, pacing it out, dark and wild: "Nah.. not Doctor Strange, but your Mister Derange. I'd pin your wrists above your head, suck those fat tits till you're whining, then bury my face between your legs, slow, deep, till you're dripping down my chin. You'd scream my name, and I'd drink every drop" He sent it, leaning back, his pulse racing, her locked room was a stage, and he was directing her ruin.

Madhuri's phone buzzed, and she stared, wide-eyed, as his words sank in. Her nipples stiffened under the chudidhar, a moan catching in her throat. "Stop teasing me!!" she hissed, but her hand drifted up, cupping her breast, squeezing as heat pooled low.

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She typed back: "You think I'd scream? I'd easily fight you off, try harder" A taunt, a dare, she craved his bite, her volcano simmering, ready to erupt.

His reply flashed: "Fight me? Oh, darling, I'd tie you down, spread you wide, tease that wet little cunt with my tip till you're sobbing and beg me to fuck you raw."

Her breath hitched, a soft "Ah" slipping from her lips as her fingers brushed her pussy over the leggings. 

"This guy is a problem!" she muttered, hips shifting, craving his phantom touch.

His silence all day along with Ishaan's taunts had left her edgy, her mind replaying the stalker's tease and her locked door felt like a prison now, trapping her with her own wildfire.

The buzz came sudden, sharp, his message: "Tell me you're not imagining it, Madhuri? Bet you're touching yourself already, wishing I'd storm that room"

Her chest heaved, a flush creeping up her neck. "He is not a man of his words. Dont fall for the trap, girl." she whispered to herself, her voice cracking, but her eyes devoured his words.

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He'd attached a thirst trap, shirtless, abs carved, a bulge straining his shorts, and typed slow, seductive: "I'd kick that door down, darling, grab your hips, flip you over, spank that thick ass till it's red. Then I'd grind against you, hard and slow, let you feel every inch through the leggings, make you beg me to rip it off and take you."

Her pussy clenched, wet and needy, his raw passion a torch to her volcano. She typed back, weak: "You're insane, I'd never let you!" But her hand slipped down, rubbing her clit over the leggings, a soft moan escaping.

Her defiance was paper-thin, he could taste her surrender.

Ishaan grinned in his dark room, clicked a pic of his hard cock oozing precum and attached replying: "Never? Oh, my wild queen, I'd kneel between your legs, kiss up those thighs, bite them till you're trembling. Then I'd lick you open, slow and filthy, tongue-fuck you till your hips buck, leave you gasping, pleading for my cock to fill you up." He sent it, stroking himself now, his control absolute, she was his to unravel, thread by thread.

Madhuri's phone buzzed, and she whimpered, his words shattering her. "OMG.. What is this beast doing to me again?" she gasped, her fingers pressed harder, circling her clit, her other hand fondling her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric. His photo burned her eyes, the thickness of it, those nerves on it, raw, and her need snapped.

She hit record, her voice low, husky: "I give up.. I... I can't stop imagining it, your hands on me, your mouth... Huhh... I need to feel your touch in real life, p.. please" She sent it, her juicy lips trembling, the first time she'd bared her desire raw, no alt, no gel, just Madhuri, begging a stranger.

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Ishaan's phone pinged, and he froze, her voice hitting him like a drug, needy, sultry, breaking for him. "Fuck," he growled, an evil, naughty smile curling his lips.

She'd crossed the line, voluntarily, openly, and he owned her now. He typed back, slow and wicked: "My dirty little Madhuri, finally admitting it? Meet me tomorrow, 8 PM, KPHB colony parking lot."

He sent it, then added: "Don't show, and I'm gone, no more texts, no more games. Your choice, darling" He ended the chat, leaning back, his dick rock-hard, she'd come, he knew it, her volcano his to erupt.

Madhuri stared at the screen, her voice note a ghost she couldn't unsend, his reply a slap. "What did I just do?" she whispered, panic surging, her fingers still wet from her clit. 

She typed fast: "Wait, no, I didn't mean it, forget that!"

But he didn't reply, the chat dead, and dread coiled in her gut. She sank into the pillows, her first confession, and he'd trapped her with it. 

Madhuri clutched her phone, alone, the stalker's silence a void she'd crawl into, her locked room no shield from the desire he'd unleashed.

[Steel]

Saturday morning crept over Hyderabad, the sky a dull gray promising rain, but inside Madhuri's locked bedroom, the air was thick with her restless heat. She hadn't slept, her voice note from last night, played on a loop in her skull, his reply, "KPHB colony parking lot, 8 PM", a ticking bomb she couldn't defuse.

The chudidhar lay crumpled on the floor, replaced by a black kurta, her body straining the fabric as she paced. Her phone sat silent, no texts since his ultimatum, and the void clawed at her, her volcano simmering, threatening to spill.

Downstairs, Ishaan lounged on the couch, invited by Abhi under the guise of "hanging out".

He wore a snug gray tank, his abs flexing as he sprawled, his eyes tracking Madhuri when she descended for water. "Morning, aunty, any fun plans for the weekend?" he asked, voice smooth, a glint in his gaze.

She froze, glass in hand, his friendly tone a mask she couldn't trust after yesterday's flirt. 

"Nothing," she muttered, avoiding his eyes, but her pulse raced, his presence felt too deliberate.

"You look tense, aunty, something bothering you?" he pressed, leaning forward, his grin teasing, innocent yet sharp.

"Why do you care so much?" she snapped, sharper than intended, and turned to the sink, her hips swaying under the kurta. Ishaan smirked, catching Abhi's eye.

Abhi stammered, "Yeah, maa, you've been... quiet. Everything okay?"

Madhuri glared, "I'm fine, both of you, stop fussing"

But Ishaan stood, stretching, his tank riding up to flash his abs. "You're too pretty to be stressed, aunty. How could we not care?" he said, low and warm, his gaze lingering on her curves.

Her breath hitched, nipples hardening, and she fled upstairs, his friendly mask stoking her suspicion, and her need.

[Steel]

Back in her room, she locked the door, switcher her lights off, her phone buzzing, DevilzMask: "Counting hours, Madhuri?" Her knees weakened, his words a slow burn.

He'd attached another thirst trap, him in a towel, water dripping down his chest, bulge blatant, and typed, deliberate, wild: "I'd drag you into that parking lot shadows, press you against a car, hike that kurta up, grind my cock against your ass till you're panting."

Her pussy throbbed, as she whimpered, "No way," but her resistance was ash.

"Then I'd slip my hand down, feel how wet you are, play with you till you're clawing my back, begging me to fuck you right there." He continued.

She sank onto the bed, removed her leggings his photo searing her, those abs, that promise, and her hand slid down, rubbing her clit over the fabric, slow and desperate.



His words ignited her, and her other hand fondled her breast, squeezing hard again like a puppet following orders. "What am I doing?" she gasped, but her fingers pressed deeper, her volcano erupting in quiet moans, and replied "Oh please. Stop this. I wont come anywhere. You know I am a mother right?"

Madhuri's locked room trembled with her heat, his silence broken just enough to fan her craving.

[Steel]

The afternoon dragged on, the clock's ticking, but no text from the stalker again.

The humidity soaking Madhuri's kurta top as she stood by her bedroom window, curtains half-open, her thighs bare against the glass.

She searched for the key she threw before deep under the dresser, pulled aside the curtains on impulse, unlocked the windows and opened them wide. A silent dare, hoping the stalker was watching, but the chat stayed dead since his morning tease.

"What are you doing leaving me like this?" she murmured, her voice thick with frustration, her body a live wire begging for his spark.

Downstairs, Ishaan laughed with Abhi, his voice drifting up, "Aunty's jumpy today, huh?", and her suspicion flared.

"Was it him?" She couldn't tell, but her need didn't care.

Her phone buzzed, DevilzMask: "How did the windows open by themselves? Must be some sorcery."

He added "I sense someone's hoping I'd crawl up that window and get'em." Her heart slammed, his timing uncanny.

His next words oozed passion: "Sure, I'd climb up, crash through that glass, pin you to the wall, kiss that neck till you're trembling. Rip that dress off, wrap your legs around me, thrust so deep you'd feel me in your soul."

She moaned, loud and raw, her hand diving between her thighs, rubbing her pussy hard. "But!.." he replied again, adding "... only if you come and meet me tonight."

He's thirst trap flashed, him flexing, shorts tight, a smirk that owned her, and her fingers circled her clit, her other hand yanking the kurta up to knead her breast.

She hit record, her voice breaking, husky with surrender: "I can't fight it anymore, your touch, your body... I want it on me, in me. I'll be there, all yours. Please, come take me." She sent it, her juicy lips quivering, she'd begged with no shame, just raw, wild Madhuri, cracked wide open.

He growled hearing the voice note, that evil, naughty smile spreading, her surrender was his trophy, her pride dust. He typed back, slow and dark: "My slutty little queen, finally mine. KPHB colony, 8 PM, parking lot, be there, or I vanish."

He ended the chat, and Madhuri stared at his reply, her voice note a ghost she couldn't recall, his ultimatum a noose, "Be there, or I vanish" "I'm an idiot," she gasped, panic crashing in, and she typed: "No, wait, I was wrong, don't make me!"

But he didn't answer, the chat cold, and her chest tightened. She sank to the floor, her surrender a weight she couldn't lift.

Abhi, downstairs, caught Ishaan's grin as he said: "She's done, littleshit, go check her" Abhi nodded, creeping upstairs, ear to her door, her ragged breathing leaked through, a sob mixed with need.

He texted: "She's... breathing hard"

Ishaan's reply: "Perfect, she's hooked. Tonight's it"

Madhuri curled up, phone clutched tight, KPHB a magnet pulling her, no idea about the place, never been there before, fear screamed no, but her body screamed yes.

The stalker owned her voice now, her locked room a ruin, and Ishaan's friendly mask downstairs a shadow she couldn't place, her craving a beast she couldn't cage.