Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Saturday evening settled over the city, the sky bruising purple as a distant rumble hinted at rain. Madhuri sat on her bed, her voice note, "I'm yours", and his reply, "KPHB, 8 PM", burned in her mind, a countdown she couldn't escape.

The doorbell rang, sharp and jarring, and she jolted, smoothing her Kurta as she descended, Ishaan and Abhi were gone, the house hers alone.

A delivery boy stood there, a small package in hand. "Mrs. Madhuri?" he asked, and she nodded, signing with trembling fingers.

Back in her room, she locked the door, heart pounding as she tore it open, rose petals spilled out, crimson and soft, with a folded letter and a sleek black box.

The letter read, in bold scrawl: "Wear this for me, mommy, show me you're mine. Else, I am gone. See you soon."

"So, the roses really are his doing" she burst out, the flashback clicking into place, her doubts igniting.

She lifted the box lid, a tight, short, red sheath dress, low-cut, and a Victoria's Secret lingerie set, black lace bra and panties, sheer and daring.

Her breath caught, the outfit a command she couldn't ignore. "What the hell is this?" she muttered, but her pussy clenched, imagining it on her, tight, exposing, his claim stitched into every thread.

She held the dress up, too small, it'd hug her 5'7" frame like a second skin, her curves screaming, and the lingerie dangled, a tease she'd never worn for Ramesh. Her phone buzzed, DevilzMask: "Got my gift, Darling?"

His voice in her head slow, dark: "Put it on right, so that I can shred it and lick down your spine, bite that ass till you're shaking, my dirty little prize"

Her knees buckled, and she whimpered, "What on earth is he planning to do with me?" but her hands moved, laying the dress on the bed, her fingers brushing the lace panties.

She typed back, weak: "This is too much, stop this"

But he replied, raw and wild: "Too much? No, my queen, I'd dbang you in that lace, kneel at your feet, worship that pussy with my tongue till you're dripping on my face. Wear it, or I'm gone. Don't worry about your safety, I'll be there for you." The chat died, his ultimatum a blade, and she sank to the floor, rose petals sticking to her thighs, fear screamed no, desire roared yes.

Madhuri clutched the lingerie, her volcano erupting in quiet gasps, 8 PM, three hours away, and the stalker's gift a leash tightening around her soul. She'd go, she knew it, blackmail or not, her body craved him, and the storm he'd brewed.

[Steel]

The clock struck 6 PM, the house silent save for Madhuri's ragged breathing as she stood before her mirror, the red dress laid out like a dare. The kurta pooled at her feet, her naked curves trembling, thick and ripe, as she held the black lace bra, its sheer cups a whisper against her skin.

Madhuri : "I am going to hell for this," she whispered, but her nipples hardened, imagining his eyes on her, his hands tearing it off. She slipped it on, the lace biting her breasts, then the panties, tight, transparent, hugging her pussy, and stepped into the dress.

It clung like a sin, low-cut to her cleavage, hem way up her thighs, every shape screaming for him. She'd never worn a dress so tight, revealing and exposed. Not even in front of Ramesh.

She turned, her ass outlined, her navel a shadow through the fabric, and gasped, "This isn't me," but the mirror lied back, wild and lewd.

Her phone buzzed, DevilzMask: "Dressed yet, Darling?"

She begged the air as she typed, shaky: "I can't do this, don't make me" He replied, dark and final: "Can't? You will, 8 PM, or I'm gone to dust. No more roses, no more me, decide, my dirty angel." The chat went cold, and panic surged, she'd begged him openly, and he'd cut her off.

She paced, dress swishing, her volcano raging, blackmail loomed, her nudes, her voice notes locked with him, but deeper, she craved it, his touch a drug she couldn't quit.

Madhuri sank onto the bed, rose petals crushed under her thighs, 6:30 PM, an hour to decide. She stood, grabbed a long, furry, black shawl to hide the dress, and whispered, "I am going, he'll ruin me if I don't" But her pussy throbbed, her lie thin, she wanted him, raw and real.

She unlocked the door, heels clicking as she descended, the shawl a frail shield, Ishaan's gift her skin now, the stalker pulled a chain she couldn't snap and left the house.

[Steel]

The night buzzed with weekend chaos as Madhuri stepped into the humid night. She covered her shawl completely around her dress, took a public bus as its the only safe way to get there and got down at KPHB colony's bus stop at 7:50 PM, the air heavy with diesel and distant thunder.

The red dress clung to her curves beneath the shawl, its tight fabric outlining her ass, the black lace lingerie a secret burning against her skin.

Her heels clicked on the cracked asphalt, her brown eyes darting, every passenger staring at her like a threat, every honk from an auto a jolt.

"Where am I at?" she whispered, clutching the shawl tighter. She found the parking lot at a dim corner, she didn't feel safe going there.

She typed, "I'm here mister. Standing near the bus stop, a place I never knew existed." her breath shallow, 8 PM loomed, and he was nowhere.

Her phone buzzed, DevilzMask: "Right on time! and mommy's all dolled up for me"

Her heart slammed, his voice in her head was a flame, her volcano raging. "Where is this guy?" she muttered, typing back: "I'm here, where are you?" No reply, the silence a taunt, and her frustration spiked.

Minutes dragged, 8:05, 8:10, and the lot grew louder, autos weaving, men leering from corners.

She shifted, the dress riding up, her shawl slipping to flash her cleavage, and a passerby whistled, low and crude. "Idiot!" she hissed, yanking it back, but her nipples hardened, the exposure thrilling her traitor body.

[Steel]

By 8:15, the air thickened with tension, and a lanky guy in his 20s swaggered up, his grin greasy. "Hey, how much for you?" he asked, eyeing her like meat on display.

Her jaw clenched, fury flashing in her eyes. "Mind your damn words!" she snapped, voice sharp enough to cut glass.

He shrugged, unfazed. "What? Why are you standing here then? This is where the girls line up every night, waiting, y'know?"

Her stomach dropped, shock slamming into rage. "He sent me here for this?" The realization burned, her fists trembling as she glared at him.

"But, Damn, you're sexy as hell" he went on, oblivious. "I'd pay double, hell, triple, for you."

"Get lost!" she roared, and before he could blink, her foot shot up, nailing him square in the nuts. He crumpled, wheezing, and she stepped back, stunned at her own fire.

"G0d.. why are guys half my age drooling over me?" The thought twisted, half flattery, half disgust.

Fumbling for her phone, she fired off a text to the stalker, her fingers shaking with rage: "Is this why you sent me here? To parade me like some prostitute? Answer me, you bastard!"

Madhuri's phone stayed dead, and doubt crept in, "Did he ditch me?", but her craving held her, his roses, his words, her surrender too deep to flee. She waited standing there, covering herself and escaping stares from men passing by, their leers prickling her skin like thorns.

She lingered there, poised like a shadow in the neon glow, shawl clutched tight to shield her curves from the hungry stares of men drifting past.

Deep down, a thrill flickered in her, playing the part of a tease, a forbidden siren far from home, taunting them all with what they couldn't have. Her chin stayed high, her act ironclad; every guy who dared step close got a sharp "Back off!" or a withering glare, her rejection a steel wall.

Whispers circled, the price for her climbing, numbers tossed like bets: fifty thousand, a hundred thousand, more.

Her eyes widened at the figures, shock rippling through her, but beneath it, a quiet pride bloomed. "What are these numbers?" She buried the smirk, keeping her tough mask on, savoring the secret rush of power.

[Steel]

At 8:30, a figure stumbled into the lot, Abhi, wide-eyed, hair mussed, looking lost. "Mom?" he called, voice cracking, and Madhuri froze, spotting him through the haze.

"Abhi? Is that you?" she gasped, heels clicking as she rushed over, shawl slipping again.

"Shit!" Abhi muttered under his breath, catching a glimpse of her cleavage before forcing his gaze up to her eyes. "Ishaan and I caught a movie... and I.. I got lost heading back," he stumbled out, eyes flickering, following Ishaan's script to the letter.

She snatched his arm, grip firm. "You are 18 and don't know a damn thing, let's get home," she said, voice steady, but her mind raced: "Why here? Why now?" Suspicion gnawed at her, the pieces not quite fitting.

The stalker's absence gnawed, her volcano simmering, unspent. Abhi shifted awkwardly, his face flushing as a nervous edge crept into his voice. "Mom, what're you doing here?" he asked, eyes wide with embarrassment and a flicker of fear.

She tugged her shawl tighter, forcing a casual shrug. "Oh, the weekend team dinner at work ran late tonight. Don't worry about it. Let's just get home," she said smoothly, brushing off the truth with a practiced smile, though her heart thudded against her ribs.

Madhuri scanned the lot one last time, her chest heaving, "He cheated again," she murmured under her breath, relief tangling with disappointment, though her skin still prickled with the ghost of his touch.

She grabbed Abhi's arm, hurrying him toward the bus stop before that creep could slink back into view, especially not in front of her son.

[Steel]

The bus stop swarmed with Saturday night chaos, sweaty bodies, honking horns, the air thick with dust and lustful stares. Madhuri stood rigid, shawl clutched tight over the red dress, her chest heaving as Abhi lingered beside her, his "lost" act fading.

She'd never been swallowed by such a wild, messy crowd before, and it rattled her to the core.

A crowded bus screeched up, doors hissing open, and she pushed him toward it. "Sit if you can," she said, voice tight, and he found a front seat, slumping by a blurry glass window.

She boarded last, squeezed into the standing throng, men brushing her, eyes raking her curves, and her skin prickled, the dress a beacon she couldn't dim.

"How long is this gonna be?" she muttered, the ride home a marathon she dreaded.

A jerk rocked the bus, bodies shoving, and she stumbled back, then froze.

A hand grazed her ass, over the shawl, slow and deliberate. "What the?" she hissed, but the crowd masked it with their accidental touches everywhere, her shawl slipping to her elbows.

The hand returned, firmer, lifting her shawl, kneading her cheek through the fabric, and her breath caught, a rough, manly grip. Her breath snagged in her throat, sharp and unsteady, as her thighs felt, exposed, vulnerable, laid bare for every eye in the crowd to devour.

[Steel]

She reached back, swatting blindly, tugging the shawl down desperately, but he caught her wrist, pinning it to her back, and a voice rasped in her ear, low and wild: "How does it feel, to be trapped like this?"

She stiffened, slowly craning her neck to see him, a tall figure cloaked in a scarf with a wolf logo, his features shadowed, his frame looming too close, breath scorching her neck.

"You!?" she choked out, sweat prickling her forehead, shock and fear crashing through her, as she struggled to break free. "How dare you drag me to a dump like this, and leave me waiting?" she hissed, her voice quaking with rage.

He chuckled, dark and slow: "Shhh.. Scream, and everyone knows, your pics, your moans, all out." Her body trembled, fear rooting her still. "So stay quiet, darling, I know you loved playing the part," he whispered, his tone dripping with menace.

His hand tightened on her ass, possessive, a touch she hadn't felt in ages and her hormones surged, fear screamed run, but her pussy slowly soaking the lace, craving more.

Abhi, up front, peeked through the blurry glass, angled at her perfectly, her shawl slipped a little, dress tight, a tall figure behind her, "Ishaan!" and his dick twitched, hand sliding under his pants, rubbing slow.

The stalker groped harder, whispering: "I'd ravish you here, my queen, lift this dress, taste your skin, make you shake while they watch" Her nipples poked through, hard and shameless, and a soft "Ohh" slipped out, muffled, desperate.

He slid his hand up, brushing her breast, thumbing her nipple over the fabric, slow, teasing, and she bit her lip, stifling a scream. "Stop it, P.. Please.." she hissed, one hand holding the bar, another pinned back, but her hips shifted, pressing back, her volcano erupting in silent waves.

Ishaan grinned under the scarf, peeling her shawl off entirely, as it dangles uselessly at her elbow.

Madhuri's resistance fading to a surrender. Abhi's gaze fixed on the reflection, her trembling form exposed, no shield left, his hand quickening beneath his waistband.

[Steel]

Madhuri's mind spun, trapped, exposed as he pressed closer behind her.

The bus lurched through Hyderabad's clogged streets, its interior a suffocating press of bodies, sweat, and muffled curses.

His hand still gripped her ass, firm and unyielding, his rough fingers tracing the outline of her lace panties through the fabric. Her breath came in shallow gasps, the air thick with his scent, musk, heat, and something feral, and her mind reeled, torn between terror and a pulsing, shameful need.

"Who are you? Why are you behind me?" she whispered, barely audible over the bus's rumble, but her voice trembled, cracking under his touch.

Ishaan leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a slow, seductive growl: "You are a g0ddess and I am your loyal devotee, Madhuri. I craved you ever since I laid my eyes on you. I'm gonna worship you by sliding my hands under this dress, cup those heavy tits, roll your nipples till you're whimpering while they all stare"

Her body jolted, a soft moan escaping before she could clamp her lips shut, his words were a slow burn, dripping with raw passion, and her pussy clenched, soaking the lace further.

She squirmed, her pinned wrist twitching in his grip, but the crowd held her fast, nowhere to run, no way to hide. "Let me go, Please.." she hissed, but her hips betrayed her, brushing back against him, craving the hardness she felt growing.

He chuckled, dark and wicked, his free hand sliding up her side, grazing her breast again, deliberate, teasing, thumb flicking her hardened nipple through the dress. "Oh dear, I've only just begun."

Her knees buckled, a sharp "Ohh" slipping out, and she bit her tongue hard, her nipples poked shamelessly now, visible through the tight fabric, and every eye nearby seemed to catch it, leering, judging.

She yanked her shawl up with the hand holding the bar, a frail shield, but the bus lurched, forcing her to grab the rail again, letting it slip.

"Hide all you want, darling, your body's screaming for me, and I hear every note"

Up front, Abhi sat rigid, his eyes glued to the reflection, Madhuri's silhouette clear, the stalker's hands on her. His dick throbbed under his pants, hand rubbing slow and guilty,

Madhuri's mind spun, his voice, his grip, so familiar yet masked, and her volcano roared, her shame a flicker drowned by desire. "Everyone's watching.. please, stop.." she gasped, but his hand slid lower, gliding beyond her belly, brushing her thigh, and her resistance melted, her body his to play.

[Steel]

The bus jerked again, shoving her harder against him, and she felt it, his cock, thick and rigid, bulging and pressing into her ass through his jeans. "Feel that, Ms.Velvet?" he rasped, slow and filthy. "That's for you, hard, ready to split you open."

Her head tipped back, a choked whimper leaking out, her pussy gushed, the lace transparent now, and her free hand clutched the pole, nails digging in.

She couldn't scream, couldn't fight, his threat of exposure loomed, but her heart craved it, his dark passion a drug she couldn't quit. Abhi's eyes widened, her trembling, her surrender, and his hand moved faster, his twisted dream unfolding in real time.

The bus rattled on, its dim lights flickering over the packed aisle, the air a humid stew of breath and desperation.

Madhuri's legs quaked, her red dress hiked slightly from Ishaan's relentless grip, "How long is this ride gonna be?" she whispered, her voice a fragile thread, but her body arched back, her thick thighs parting slightly, traitorous, begging for more.

His cock pressed harder against her ass, a steel promise, and her breath hitched, her volcano teetering on eruption.

Ishaan's lips hovered at her ear, his voice a low, wild purr: "Eager to go home? Not so fast, Darling," His touch roamed her plush inner thighs while rubbing his bulge against her through the fabric.

Her pussy pulsed, and a soft "Aah" slipped out, muffled, desperate, as his hand slid up, brushing the hem. He tugged it up from the back, inch by inch, the cool air hitting her skin, the curve of her ass peeking out, and she gasped, shoving it down from the front with her free hand.

[Steel]

"Stop it, please.." she begged, but her hips rolled, chasing his touch, her shame a ghost in the fire.

He laughed, dark and slow, his fingers dipping under the dress from behind, skin on skin now, tracing her inner thigh, then higher, grazing the edge of her soaked panties.

"No!" she yelled, losing all control. He released her pinned arm from behind, swiftly covering her mouth with his grip.

Her nipples strained against the dress, hard peaks anyone could see, his touch was a blade, cutting her open, and she couldn't stop bleeding for him.

His leaned in on her, pressing her bare ass cheeks, her choked whimpers slipping out. He landed a hard spank with his calloused palm and hissed, "Shout once more, and I'll punish you," drawing in her fragrance.

Her eyes flared wide, as she gripped the pole harder, nails biting metal.

His hands persisted, squeezing her ass. "This is wrong.. so wrong.." she recited under her breath, but her moans grew, low, needy, slipping through. Her fingers held the dress, holding it higher, betraying her own protests.

Abhi's eyes burned, her shaking, her surrender, a lewd dream he couldn't unsee.

He grinned under the scarf, and turned her, slow, forceful, her dress slipping down again, chest to chest in the crush.

Her eyes met his, deep, expressive, glinting with confidence, and a jolt hit her, recognition flickering through the haze.

"Those eyes... I've seen them," she murmured, her mind clawing for clarity, but his touch scrambled her, his hand again getting under her dress, brushing her pussy over the lace, wet, hot,

"Oh really? You must be dreaming of me lately," he rasped, slow and dark, rubbing on her clit. Her juices coated his fingers, the lace a useless barrier, and her hips rocked, shameless now, every touch on her clit sent shocks, her body screaming yes while her mind screamed no.

Her knees quaked, a loud moan slipping, "Ohh, please!", and her arms looped around his neck, clutching, surrendering as his scent drowned her, musk, lust, control.

Abhi stared through the glass up front, his hand frantic under his pants, Madhuri facing the stalker now, her dress hiked, her thick thighs trembling, his fingers moving, and his breath came in gasps, ragged and guilty.

"You... remind me of... someone familiar," she panted, but his thumb flicked her clit hard, and her head tipped back, a sharp "Aahh!" bursting out, uncontrollable, wild.

The passengers gazes swept over them, drawn to the open display, their hands brushing and nudging her further with every bump of the bus.

[Steel]

He leaned in, lips grazing her jaw, whispering: "Know me or not, darling, you're mine. I'd fuck you senseless, right here in this crowd, make you come so hard you'd forget your own name" Her pussy gushed, soaking his hand, and her hips bucked, her surrender a flame he fanned higher.

She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, those eyes, so familiar, tugging at her, but his touch drowned it, his tall, and broad shoulders a tower she couldn't escape.

"Never leave me," she thought, her pride ash, her mind losing total control and her moans grew, soft, rhythmic, slipping through clenched teeth as his fingers teased her slit, promising more.

Abhi's eyes burned, her clutching him, her lewd dance, his cuckold thrill a dark tide pulling him under.

Ishaan's grip tightened, his voice a slow, raw promise: "Watch me break you wide open, right where you stand," the crowd a sweaty wall locking her in Ishaan's grasp.

Her dress was a crumpled sin, his hands teasing her pussy with deliberate strokes, two fingers, slipping under the lace, probing her slit, slow and cruel.

Her shawl lay forgotten at her feet, her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples stabbing through the fabric, and her juicy lips parted, panting, as she clung to him, arms around his neck, hips rocking, a slave to his rhythm.

"Tell me who you are," she gasped, her brown eyes locked on his, deep, commanding, a flicker of Ishaan she couldn't place, but her volcano drowned her, her need a roar she couldn't silence.

Ishaan's scarf grazed her cheek, his lips curling under it as he whispered, wild and slow: "Forget who I am, only thing that matters is how I'm going to wreck you with pleasure."

Her pussy clamped on his fingers, a loud "Ohhh!" tearing free, unrestrained, echoing, but the crowd hid her shame, barely.

He slid a finger in, deep, thick, stretching her, and she bucked, a sharp "No!" slipping out, her voice breaking, wild and lewd. Her frail legs shook, beginning to wobble slightly.

He lifted her leg, one arm circling her frame, clutching under her knee, holding it up, as she leaned back on his arm.

Her dress creeping higher, revealing her big and round ass cheeks, bouncing free, the lace panties shoved aside as he tapped her pussy lips gently before his fingers plunged deeper, two long digits fucking it, wet and savage.

"Feel that, my queen?" he growled, raw and dark. "Dripping already? My filthy little treasure."

[Steel]

Her hands flew to his head, yanking the scarf, fingers tangling in his hair, her dress fell loose at the back, her ass cheeks bare to the air, and she moaned, loud and broken, "P... Please... fuck me!", her first plea, raw, unmasked, her pride dust.

The crowd pressed tighter, hiding her ruin, but her ass gleamed, a lewd prize Abhi glimpsed through the glass.

Abhi's hand froze under his pants, eyes wide, Madhuri's leg up, her ass out, the stalker's fingers pumping in and out of her, and his dick throbbed, a sight he never dreamed he'd witness.

Ishaan's fingers curling inside her, hitting deep, her pussy gushing, juices dripping down his hand. "You want this, don't you?" she panted, her hips grinding, her ass bounced with each thrust, a sight Abhi didn't want to miss.

He turned, craning for a direct look, her lewd pose, leg shaking, collapse near.

"You're breaking, darling," Ishaan rasped, slow and wild. Her head lolled and her body shook, his abyss swallowing her whole.

She clung to him, nails raking his scalp, his eyes flickering through her haze, but his fingers drove deeper, and she lost it, her moans a chant, "Ohh, ohh, please!", slipping free, turning her wilder.

Abhi's hand moved faster, his breath ragged, her thick thighs, her bouncing ass, the stalker owning her, a memory he'd never erase.

Ishaan's grip tightened, his two fingers plunged deep into her pussy, long, thick, curling inside her wet heat, fucking her slow and savage, each thrust a spark to her volcano.

Her volcano peaked, her body his, and those haunting eyes pulled her deeper, a truth buried in the fire she couldn't grasp, yet.

Ishaan's eyes flickering through the haze, but her body answered, surrendering, her shame a whisper drowned by need.

His fingers sped up, stretching her, hitting deep, and she bucked, a sharp "G0d!, help me!" slipping out, raw, pleading, her nails raking his scalp, her volcano roaring to the edge, teetering on orgasm.

The lace panties tore slightly under his grip, her ass bouncing free, round, shameless, a sight for anyone close, and she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer, her surrender a flame he fanned higher.

She lost it, her moans a chant, "Ohh, ohh, yes!", slipping through, wild and uncontainable.

His fingers driving deeper, three now, stretching her pussy wide, juices dripping down his wrist, and she buckled, a sharp "You're insane!" bursting out, her voice a wail, her body quaking on the brink.

Ishaan's grip tightened, driving hard and rapid, his voice a dark vow: "Isn't this what you've been begging for? You're so close to it now. How's it feel?"

Her volcano surged, her moans a crescendo, "Ohh, It feels... soo good.. please.. don't stop,", and she teetered, her pussy clamped hard, her body his, collapsing into the fire he'd built.

The bus screeched to a sudden halt, its doors hissing open as the crowd surged, a chaotic tide ripping through Madhuri's fragile world. Her red dress hung in tatters, hiked high, torn at the seam as his fingers plunged deep, fucking her pussy, wet and relentless.

[Steel]

The doors widened, bodies spilling out, and Ishaan shifted, his grip loosening, his fingers slipping from her pussy with a wet pop, leaving her soaked, pulsing, unspent.

"No, please!" she gasped, her hand clutching his arm, but he stepped back, melting into the throng, his scarf a fleeting shadow, his tall frame vanishing in the rushing crowd.

"Where'd he go?" she panted, her leg dropping, shaking, her dress falling unevenly, half her ass still out, the lace panties torn, transparent with her juices.

She yanked it down, trembling, picking up her shawl, her chest heaving as eyes raked her, leering, judging, and she spun, dazed, searching the crowd.

He was gone, her volcano stalled, her orgasm snatched away. "He just abandoned me like this?" she whispered, her voice cracking, shame flooding back, her need a hollow ache.

Abhi pushed through the crowd, finding her, dress torn, shawl partially covered, her thick thighs trembling, and grabbed her arm. "Maa, come on, our stop's next," he stammered, eyes darting to her ass, her ruin a memory he couldn't shake.

She nodded, numb, "Abhi, you?", but followed, her mind spinning, he'd left her, again, her body screaming for release he'd denied.

The Banjara Hills bus stop loomed, their halt near, and Madhuri stumbled off, Abhi steadying her, her dress clung, her curves outlined, her nipples still hard, and passersby stared, crude whistles cutting the air.

"What just happened back there?" she murmured, pulling the dress down, covering her shawl completely, her volcano simmering, unspent, his eyes, his touch, a ghost haunting her.

"Wait Abhi, Let me breathe for a second. I'm feeling claustrophobic," she stopped, leaned against a rusted pole on the footpath, her juicy lips trembling, "Why?", and her need clawed, his vanishing a spark she couldn't chase.

[Steel]

The night pressed heavy around the bus stop, the distant rumble of thunders hinting rain poised to worsen Madhuri's delicate, shattered state.

Her gifted dress clinging to her sweat-soaked skin, torn at the seam, bunched unevenly, barely covering her thick thighs, saved by the shawl.

Abhi stood beside her, his eyes darting, her disheveled form, her trembling legs, and his breath hitched, his dick still half-hard under his pants, the memory of her moans searing his skull.

"Mom? You alright?" he stuttered, voice unsteady, but her brown eyes stared past him, glassy, lost in the echo of Ishaan's touch.

"Mom!," he tried again, tapping her arm. She flinched, her skin electric, his touch too soft, too familiar, not his. "Let's go home, its late already and about to rain."

"Yeah, Abhi, let's go," she nodded, numb, but her mind screamed, those eyes, haunting her, a truth she couldn't grasp through the wet echoes of her ruin.

She straightened, heels wobbling, and took a step, her panties shifted, the torn lace rubbing her clit, and a sharp "Ohh" slipped out, her knees buckling.

"I'm never boarding a bus again," she hissed, her pussy pulsing, juices flowing down her leg, her walk faltering over the footpath.

Abhi stared, breath catching her wet legs, and texted fast: "Ishaan, She's off-balance, shaky."

Ishaan's reply: "Relax, let her stew. Just make sure she gets home safe, or I'll hammer you like a punching bag."

[Steel]

The street buzzed, autos weaving, men staring, and she pulled the dress tighter, hiding the damp trail.

Abhi guided her forward, his hand light on her back, her heat radiated, her ruin a magnet, and his mind spun, her thick ass, her moans, a lewd dream he couldn't unsee.

The sky sagged with heavy clouds, rain falling in faint drops, but the house loomed ahead, a sanctuary she didn't want, her locked room, her shame, her need, all waiting.

Abhi swung the gate open as she slipped inside, pinning the blame on the crowd to hide her wavering gait, escaping the drizzle.

Her wet echoes a pulse she couldn't silence, his eyes a ghost pulling her deeper, her silent craving a beast she couldn't cage, waiting, burning, for him.

The clock ticked past midnight, rain crashed relentlessly, loud thunders packed the atmosphere with the night's unvoiced echoes.

She lay sprawled on her bed, staring at her window, wide open, rain water drizzling inside, but lacked the will to latch it shut.

The precious gifted dress discarded in a crumpled heap on the floor, replaced by a thin white nightie, sheer and clinging to her sweat-damp skin.

The torn lace panties sat in the laundry basket, but her pussy still throbbed, wet and unspent, the ghost of Ishaan's fingers, three thick digits plunging deep, curling inside her, haunting her every breath.

[Steel]

Downstairs, Abhi tossed on the couch, his shorts tight against his lingering hard-on, the image of her on the bus burning in his skull. Neither could sleep, the night a cage for their twisted thoughts, the stalker's absence a void swallowing them both.

She rolled onto her side, her hand drifting to her thigh, still damp, his mark, and a soft "Ohh" slipped out as her fingers brushed higher, grazing her clit through the nightie.

"I was close with just his fingers," she murmured, her mind spiraling, his fingers had stretched her, fucked her slow and savage, pushing her to the edge of orgasm,

"What if he uses his tool?" she gasped, her breath hitching, imagining his 9-inch cock, thick and hard, slamming into her, filling her deeper than Ramesh's limp 5 inches ever could.

Her hand pressed harder, rubbing slow circles, wet, pulsing, and a loud "Aah" broke free, her hips bucking, her volcano raging for what he'd denied.

Her phone glowed on the nightstand, silent, no buzz, and her craving twisted into anger, a bitter knot in her chest.

"Why isn't he texting me?" she hissed, grabbing it, scrolling the dead chat, his absence a slap.

She typed, shaky: "Where are you? Don't leave me like this!" Sent, nothing in reply.

"How dare he play with me? Sent me there like a hooker before, now stranding me on edge with nothing," she growled, tossing it down, her juicy lips curling into a grimace, shame flooded in, hot and heavy.

"Some stranger online is steering my life," she murmured, her pride crumbling, a traditional wife, a corporate sovereign, reduced to a drenched, desperate shell by a faceless man.

Madhuri stared at the ceiling, her wet fingers trembling, his dick, his eyes, his voice, a fantasy consuming her, her anger a mask for a craving she couldn't kill.

The night stretched on sleepless for both, mother and son trapped in his web, his silence a spark for the wildfire to come.

(End of Chapter)

[Steel]

Chapter 6: Tease and Blow

Sunday morning dawned over the city, her nightie crumpled around her thighs, still damp from the restless night.

The clock ticked toward 10 AM, each second a taunt, her phone lay silent beside her, no buzz from DevilzMask since his fingers had fucked her to the edge and left her dripping, aching, unspent.

She clutched it, scrolling the dead chat, her last plea, "Don't leave me like this!" unanswered, and her chest tightened, a mix of shame and fury simmering beneath her curves. "Why hasn't he responded?" she whispered, her voice a fragile rasp, her juicy lips pursed in a sulk, her volcano smoldering, starved for his spark.

She'd barely slept, his phantom touch haunted her, three thick fingers plunging deep, her loud moans echoing in the bus's chaos.

She'd begged and exposed herself, but he'd vanished, teasing her, playing a cruel game to make her crave him more.

"I'm not going to yield," she muttered, shame crashing over her like a wave, her pride, her control, shredded by a stranger's hands. But her pussy still wet from imagining his cock splitting her open.

She tossed the phone down, her long hair spilling over her shoulders, and pressed her thighs together, her clit throbbed, unspent, and a soft "No!" slipped out, her anger at herself boiling.

"I need to get a grip," she vowed, her voice firm, but her body trembled, traitor to her resolve, his silence a whip lashing her deeper into need.

Downstairs, laughter erupted, Abhi's high-pitched giggle mingling with Ishaan's low, confident chuckle, spilling from Abhi's room where they'd crashed after a late cricket chat.

The sound jolted her, a lifeline out of her spiral, and she straightened, her nightie clinging, outlining her thick ass, and smoothed her hair.

"I need to shift my focus. Let me spend time with the fellas," she murmured, forcing a smile, desperate to shake the stalker's grip.

She slipped on a robe, hiding her curves, her shame, and padded downstairs, her bare feet soft on the tiles, her breath shaky but determined.

[Givemeextra]

More of cuckson adventures with Mom please.

[Steel]

The laughter grew louder, Abhi's "Bro, you're crazy!" and Ishaan's "What can I say", and she paused at the door, her hand trembling on the knob, urging her to flee back to her room.

She pushed it open, peering into the sunlit chaos, Abhi sprawled on the bed, Ishaan lounging against the wall, wearing a snug grey tank, phone in hand, his tall frame radiating ease.

"Maa! You're up!" Abhi chirped, sitting up, but her eyes snagged on Ishaan, his grin widened, his deep, expressive eyes locking hers, a flash of the bus slamming back: those eyes matching his.

Her knees quaked, "What the, ?" she thought, stunned, but his muscular, bare arms looked alluring, awkwardly trying to close the door.

"Morning, aunty, looking fresh today," Ishaan said, voice smooth, a playful edge cutting through, and her breath hitched, his charisma hit her like a wave, sudden and overwhelming.

"Yeah... morning, sorry, should've knocked," she stammered, slowly opening the door back, looking away, but his gaze held her, tugging at her resolve, and her nipples stiffened under the robe, her shame whispering: "Not again."

[Steel]

"No worries, aunty, barriers aren't really a thing here. Come inside," he said, smirking as he grabbed his shirt off the table and sliding it over his head.

"I... just came to check on you boys," she managed, stepping in, but froze mid-step, his abs briefly exposed in a deliberate, playful flex that stopped her cold.

"Check on us? Or join the fun, aunty? We're plotting world domination here," he quipped, winking, and Abhi snorted, oblivious. Ishaan's eyes pinned her, stripping her bare.

Her heart thudded, those eyes sparking memories of the stalker, his whispered secrets from their calls flooding back.

"You're trouble enough on your own," she shot back, forcing a smile, but her voice wavered, her gaze darting, toward Abhi, the wall, anything, but his stare blazed, tugging her right back.

"Can't help it, aunty, some of us are just born to keep things interesting," he teased, stepping closer, his scent, sweat, spice of a raw male, hitting her, and her nipples hardened, her robe no shield against the heat flaring low.

Trying to regain control, Madhuri flicked her gaze to Abhi, her voice sharp but unsteady. "Why don't you two do something productive for once?" she said cheekily, folding her arms, hoping to mask the tremor in her hands.

Ishaan's lips curled, undeterred, as he leaned back casually. "Oh, we’ve been productive, aunty. Final results came out today, Abhi and I smashed it. Check this out." He pulled two report cards from his pocket, handing them over with a flourish.