Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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HAHAHAHAHAHAH

She did not miss him for sure. But glad he is in, now need to see how wifey reacts in front of hubby

You are in for a treat ;)

[Ajanmol]

Hii bro...u story looks awesome....bt pls add dance show ...Madhuri face with mask....tango or onlyfans app ....plsssss

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Hii bro...u story looks awesome....bt pls add dance show ...Madhuri face with mask....tango or onlyfans app ....plsssss

Some of it is going to be a reality soon :P

[Ajanmol]

Ooohhh..that's great....and some Madhuri teasing to low class people ...like watchman ,milkman,labour or pervert Sharma uncle

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Chapter 8: Blindfold Surprise

Sunday morning broke over the city with a lazy, golden haze, the sun spilling through the curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor.

The front door creaked open, and her heart jolted, Ramesh shuffled in, his suitcase dragging behind him, his tired frame slouched in a crumpled blazer. At 42, his eyes carried a weariness that matched his limp spirit.

"Home finally," he said, voice hoarse from jetlag, dropping his bag by the sofa. 

She straightened, smoothing her saree, covering her navel like a reflex, and forced a smile. "How’s the trip, Ramesh? Wasn't expecting you this early." she asked, stepping closer, her scent, jasmine and sweat, wafting toward him.

He nodded, sinking into the couch, his gaze flickering over her curves, but it dulled fast. "Thought of giving you a surprise, Madhu. Long flight... work was hell," he mumbled, rubbing his temples.

Abhi bounded down the stairs, his lanky frame in a loose tee, eyes lighting up. "Dad! You're back!" he grinned, hugging Ramesh, who ruffled his hair weakly.

"Missed you, Abhi," Ramesh said, then glanced at her. "Everything okay here?" 

She nodded quickly, "Yeah, all good," too quick, her saree swishing as she turned back to the kitchen.

Ramesh didn't press, his exhaustion a wall she couldn't breach, not yet.

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The doorbell chimed, sharp and sudden, and her pulse spiked, Ishaan. He sauntered in, his athletic frame radiating that cocky heat, his deep eyes glinting as they flicked to her, then Ramesh.

"Uncle! Back from the States? Looking solid," he said, voice smooth, dropping onto the couch beside Ramesh like he owned the place. Madhuri froze, ladle in hand.

"Ishaan, how's it going my boy?" Ramesh smiled, weak but warm.

"I'm doing great, uncle, how's jetlag treating you?" Ishaan grinned, leaning back, his gaze sliding to Madhuri, her thick ass swaying as she moved to the kitchen to bring cookies to the boys.

"Good seeing you all together," Ishaan added, his tone dripping with charm, and Ramesh chuckled, patting his knee. "Good to be home, but work... it's draining"

Madhuri plated a warm bowl of soup, her hands shaky and set it before them, avoiding Ishaan's stare. "Have it, Ramesh, you need it," she murmured, her voice soft,

"Aunty, the soup looks spicy, just like you," he winked, and her knees quaked, a soft "haha" slipping free under her breath. Ramesh laughed, clueless, and she retreated to the sink.

Abhi grabbed a plate, chattering about college, and Ramesh listened, half-there, while Ishaan's eyes stayed on her reminding her of yesterday's game.

"Why is he staring like that?" she hissed to herself, scrubbing a pot, her husband's home, yet Ishaan's heat pulled her deeper.

Ramesh yawned, stretching. "I think I need a nap," he said, and Ishaan nodded, casual. "Take it easy, uncle, I'll keep things lively here."

Madhuri's heart slammed, "Is he staying here even now?" and her abyss widened, Ramesh's return a flicker against the wildfire Ishaan stoked, her shame a shadow she couldn't outrun.

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Afternoon melted into a sticky haze, the living room quiet as Abhi dashed upstairs to his room, leaving Ramesh sprawled on the couch, his blazer off, shirt unbuttoned, a glass of water trembling in his hand.

Madhuri lingered in the kitchen, her saree damp with sweat, as she chopped onions.

He appeared then, leaning against the frame, his tee tight over his abs, jeans hugging his bulge, "Aunty, need help?" he asked, voice low, stepping closer, and her breath caught, his scent, sweat and spice, washed over her.

"No, Ishaan, I'll manage," she snapped, sharp, but her hands shook.

He grinned, slow, wild. "You're tense, aunty, everything okay?" His eyes traced her saree, her navel bare, her curves screaming, and her shame crashing in.

"Ramesh is back, that's all," she mumbled, swiftly covering her navel and turning away, but he stepped into the kitchen, voice dropping.

"Uncle looks beat, guess US didn't spark him up, huh?"

Her heart slammed, he's poking already, and she glared, weak.

"He's fine, Ishaan. He just needs some rest. Now go," she hissed, but he shrugged, sauntering back to Ramesh, leaving her reeling, unquenched.

Ramesh sipped his water, eyes half-closed, and Ishaan dropped beside him, casual as sin. "Uncle, you're a legend, two weeks dealing big in the US, even with a hot wife waiting at home, how's it feel to meet her again?" he asked, tone smooth, probing, and Ramesh chuckled, tired.

"Feels good, Ishaan, everything's fine" But his voice cracked, faint, and Ishaan's eyes glinted. He smells it, the weakness.

Ishaan leaned in, "Really? ‘Cause aunty doesn't look... happy, you know?"  his voice soft, concerned, like a friend and Ramesh's smile faltered, his glass clinking on the table.

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Madhuri froze at the sink, "What's he doing now?" carefully hearing whispers from the living room.

"She's fine, Ishaan," Ramesh muttered, but Ishaan pressed, slow.

"Nah, uncle, saw her this morning, she's fire and all, but something's off between you two. Work stress getting to you?" Ramesh shifted, uncomfortable, and Ishaan's tone dipped lower. "Promise I won't tell a soul, just you and me, man to man."

The room thickened, silence stretching, and Ramesh sighed, heavy, drowning in it. "Listen, Ishaan... it's not work," he whispered, head dropping, shame flooding.

"It's me, I can't... perform, you know? Madhuri's a dream wife for any man, but I'm limp and useless."

His voice broke, raw, and Madhuri's knife slipped, "He's telling him?", her heart racing, guilt and heat tangling wild. Ishaan nodded, all sympathy, but his eyes gleamed, Got you. "Damn, uncle, that's rough.”

Ramesh rubbed his face, drowning deeper. "Few years back, it was wild, Madhuri, she'd moan so loud and she was insatiable. But now? I try, and nothing, she looks disappointed and hides it, but I see it. Last time, I couldn't even get hard, she just... sighed and slept." His confession spilled, thick with shame, and Ishaan listened, slow, hungry.

"She deserves more, Ishaan, I know it," Ramesh gasped, and Madhuri's knees quaked, "He's right, but not like this", her shame a blade twisting deeper.

Ishaan leaned closer, voice a purr. "Uncle, I'll tell you one thing. You're lucky as hell to have her as a wife, but I get it, limp's a killer, and I know a fix. Wanna try?"

Ramesh looked confused and torn between agreeing or refusing. 

"Add a kink to spice it up uncle, she'd scream again" Ramesh looked, hesitant, "What do you mean my boy?"

Ishaan grinned, wild. "Blindfold her tonight, tell her it's a surprise, gift her a sexy dress. She won't know what's hitting her, imagine her guessing, squirming, that thrill might get you hard and satisfy her deep, trust me it can work." Ramesh's eyes widened, a flicker of hope.

Madhuri's breath hitched, "Blindfold? What is he talking about?"

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"Do you think it'll work?" Ramesh murmured, doubtful, but Ishaan clapped his shoulder, bold. 

"Trust me, uncle, thought of her not knowing who's fucking her? That's fire. She'll beg and you'll deliver, I'm telling you, it's the cure," Ramesh nodded slow, shame easing.

“Thanks, Ishaan. I should’ve met you sooner, I’d have picked up something spicy for her from the US,” Ramesh said with a chuckle. “Here, take my card. I’m a little tired. Can you grab a nice dress for her tonight?” he asked. Ishaan grinned, nodding. “Alright, I’ll see what I can find. But don’t be tired for the night!”

Madhuri gripped the counter as her mind swirled with unease, "What’s he plotting?" she wondered, feeling torn. She tried to keep her thoughts reserved around Ishaan, yet finding herself drawn to bolder, more seductive notions.

That evening, Ishaan showed Ramesh the dress he’d chosen.

A sultry black rhinestone-embellished mini bodycon dress with a halter cowl neckline and open back, paired with a red lace lingerie set featuring rhinestone accents, a garter belt, and fishnet stockings, finished with metallic silver stilettos, dangling crystal earrings, and a sleek silver clutch.

Ramesh’s eyes sparkled, picturing his wife in it. “Ishaan, this is perfect, she’ll look incredible,” he said, brimming with excitement.

Ishaan smirked, thinking to himself, "Yeah, perfect for me," and hands a purple satin blindfold.

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Later that night, after dinner, Ramesh got up, a mix of nerves and thrill in his demeanor, and beckoned Madhuri. “Love, I’ve got a surprise for you. After your chores, put on this dress and wait in the bedroom by 11 PM. Make sure to wear the blindfold, okay? Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.” His voice wavered with excitement. Madhuri turned, forcing a cheerful nod.

“Whatever you say, honey.” she said, her tone flat. Her thoughts spiraled "Ishaan’s playing him. Is this dress part of his scheme? What does he want from me?"

It's 10:30 PM, shadows dancing across the walls like secrets waiting to spill. Ramesh lounged on the couch, his shirt loose, a glass of whiskey trembling in his hand, Ishaan's doing, the bottle of Old Monk he'd “found” in the kitchen now half-empty.

Madhuri had slipped upstairs to change. Downstairs, Ishaan leaned closer to Ramesh, his deep eyes glinting as he poured another shot. "Uncle, you're living quite a dream huh? Hot wife, big house." he said, voice smooth, slow, a predator cloaked in charm.

Ramesh chuckled, tipsy, the liquor loosening his tongue. "Madhuri's... something, Ishaan, I feel so lucky," he slurred, sipping deep, and Ishaan grinned, wild, leaning in.

"Something? Uncle, she's a bomb, those curves, every time that ass sways under the saree, damn, you're blessed."

Ramesh blinked, a flush creeping up his neck, and Ishaan's tone dipped lower. "She's glowing today, huh? All tense and waiting for you."

Ramesh laughed, shaky, the whiskey hitting hard. “Yeah, she’s gorgeous, but I… I’ve been off my game lately,” he mumbled, shame flickering, and Ishaan pounced, subtle, hungry. 

"Nah, uncle, she'll beg for it tonight, you can tell. If I were in your shoes, I’d.." He paused, letting it hang, Ramesh, woozy, squinted at him. “Come on, my boy, you can be straight with me.”

Ishaan smirked. "I'd fantasize about her all day, pin her down on the bed, get her tight body squirming, and make her moans loud enough to wake the neighbors" Ramesh's glass froze mid-air, his eyes wide, and Ishaan's voice turned thick, teasing. "Bet that's what you're planning tonight too, huh?"

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Madhuri primped herself in the bedroom, slipping into the dress with care. 

But then it hit her, she’d forgotten to lock the storeroom. Wrapping herself in a soft, hooded long robe, she tiptoed toward the stairs. 

A chatter noise from the living room made her freeze. “What was that?” she whispered to herself.

Ramesh hesitated, drunk, mumbling, "Maybe… yeah," and Ishaan pulled his phone out, casually, hitting record under the table.

"Tell me, uncle, tell me how'd you fuck her?" he purred, Madhuri flinched, her mind racing. “What’s he talking about?” she whispered to herself, ears pricked for every word and Ramesh balked, slurring, "Ishaan, this is... getting too much my boy."

Ishaan replied, "Don't worry uncle. I'll just help you get that spark going," the liquor softened him, his resistance fading. "Okay, fine, just... don't tell her," he gasped, and Ishaan nodded, recording every word.

"Blindfolded, I'd... touch her slowly as she’s sleeping, her thighs, her breasts, say, ‘Madhuri, you're mine tonight,'" Ramesh started, voice rough, drunk, and Ishaan egged him on, low. "Yeah, keep going," Ramesh swayed, lost in it.

"I'd pull her close, say, ‘Feel me, baby, your husband's back,' spread her legs, fuck her deep and she'd scream, maybe" His words stumbled, raw, and Ishaan's grin widened, his phone catching every slur, every dirty thought. "That's it, uncle, hot as hell. She'd love that, go on," he said, pouring more whiskey, Ramesh gulping it down, eyes glazing.

Madhuri's knees quaked on the stairs, "Why's he recording him?" her heart slamming, shame and heat tangling wild.

Ramesh's head lolled, the liquor winning, and Ishaan encouraged, his voice a lullaby as Ramesh slowly dozed off, glass slipping out cold.

Ishaan paused the recording, a sly smirk spreading across his face. “Step one, done,” he muttered to himself, and glanced up, spotting her shadow.

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"Hey aunty, I think uncle drank too much, can you help me tuck him in?" he called, voice innocent, and her breath hitched. 

"Did he know I was listening?" she muttered under her breath, torn between dread and a strange pull as she descended the stairs, his eyes locking onto her with unsettling intensity.

The blindfold strip, dangled in her right hand, her juicy lips parted, her brown eyes darting to Ramesh, slumped on the couch, snoring soft, whiskey on his breath.

Ishaan lounged beside him, too casual, yet too bold and looked up slow and wild, tracing her deep eyes as she stepped closer.

Her heart slammed, "He's drunk, Ishaan, it's your fault," she snapped, sharp, but her voice trembled.

He shrugged and stood up, stepping nearer, voice low. "I was just helping him relax, aunty, he needed it." His eyes flicked to the blindfold, which she quickly covered.

She bent to shake him, "Ramesh, Get up, come on," she hissed, but he groaned, limp, and Ishaan chuckled, soft.

"He's gone, aunty, had too much Old Monk. Shame, you look... ready for something" His tone dipped, sexy, and she straightened, glaring, weak.

"Enough, Ishaan, I know what you're doing," she snapped sharp, but her eyes betrayed her, looking at the bulge in his pants, wild and excited.

He stepped closer, towering her, and her breath caught, a soft "huhh" slipping free. "Do you, aunty? Then why're you still holding that in your hand?" he murmured, voice thick.

Her stomach dropped, "I... it's for Ramesh," she lied, clutching it, her guilt a whisper she ignored.

Ishaan grinned, wilder. "Sure, aunty, but I’m talking about that champagne in your left hand. Wanna have a round with me?" She paused and Ishaan added, "I meant with the wine."

"N-No thanks," her heart slammed, "He's testing me", she gasped, stepping back, but he stepped forward, slow, predatory. 

"The night is long and cold, aunty. Uncle's asleep, what are you gonna do?" His eyes pierced her, her knees buckled and her nipples hardened through the fabric.

She swallowed hard. Ramesh drunk, Abhi sleeping in his room, Ishaan here, and she decided.

"I'll... wait for Ramesh," she murmured, a lie, turning to the bedroom, the blindfold trembling in her grip.

Ishaan watched her go, smirking, then entered Abhi’s room, finding him headphones on, oblivious. He yanked them off, voice low, urgent. "Tonight's it, peek through your parents' door, 11 PM. Don't miss it."

Abhi's eyes widened, shock and thrill tangling, his cuckold heart racing. "For real?" he stammered, and Ishaan grinned, bold.

"She knows it's me, but she'll play along, watch her break." Abhi nodded shaky, his dick twitching, for the moment he’d been craving for so long.

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Madhuri reached the bedroom, shutting the door soft, without locking it. She removed the robe, her skin glowing in the dim light, slipping the blindfold onto her eyes, surrendering into the darkness.

She slid under the bedsheet, her thick thighs parting, waiting, "He'll come, and I'll let him, I cannot wait any longer."

Ishaan lingered downstairs, Ramesh snoring, his phone with the recording ready, "She'll pretend, I'll pretend, and we'll see who breaks first", his cock hard, his game a trap she'd walked into, blindly and willingly.

The clock struck 11 PM, the house cloaked in a restless silence, the bedroom bathed in the faint glow of a bedside lamp, its light spilling over Madhuri's trembling form.

She lay beneath the thin bedsheet, the embellished dress, a slinky, sinful thing, clinging to her curves, the plunging neckline teasing her cleavage.

"Is he going to come?" she whispered, her voice a shiver, her brown eyes hidden but burning beneath the silk.

The door creaked, slow, deliberate, and locked from inside, her heart slammed, "He's here", her breath hitching as footsteps padded closer, the mattress dipping under his weight.

Abhi hid himself behind a curtain, turning on the lights and Ishaan slid beside her on the bed, as he watched his prey, sleeping blind and vulnerable.

Noticing her breath getting heavy, he pulled his phone out, Ramesh's slurred recording ready, and hit play low, the voice crackling soft: "Madhuri, you're mine tonight."

Her head tilted, "Ramesh?" She knows it's him, Ishaan, her body knowing, her mind playing the game.

He smirked, sliding closer, his heat washing over her, "Honey... finally home for you," he murmured, Ramesh's voice looping through the phone, rough and drunk, and he tugged the bedsheet slow, peeling it off her like unwrapping a forbidden gift.

The sultry black rhinestone dress glowed in the light, her curves screaming, her nipples stiff beneath the fabric, and he growled low, the recording syncing: "Fuck, you're hot, look at you, all dolled up for me"

"Uhm, Ramesh... you're different tonight," she said, as his eyes devoured her, raw.

"I'm just hungry, baby, been dreaming of this day for past two weeks," he purred, Ramesh's voice a mask, his own lust bleeding through, slow, seductive, oozing passion.

She squirmed, blind, her thighs brushing, her pussy gushing. Her hands twitching to stop him, guilt flickering.

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"Ramesh, this is... new to me," she gasped, voice trembling, and he leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, the recording whispering "That's why it's fun, baby, I will taste every inch of you."

"Oh G0d," she whispered to herself. His fingers grazed the hem of her dress, lifting it just enough to bare her thighs, and her knees quaked, her crave surging.

"You're so... naughty tonight," she murmured, acting shocked.

Ishaan's hand slid higher, brushing her inner thigh, his touch rough, electric, and he growled through Ramesh's voice: "Anything for you, baby, this dress is a sin on you, it's begging to come off."

Her breath hitched, a soft "Aahh" slipping free. She knows he's going for it. The thought of her son's friend's hands on her thighs drove her crazy, but her hands shot up, weak, grabbing his wrist.

"Ramesh, wait," she stammered, guilt spiking. He paused, then pushed her hands down, slow, firm, the recording purring, "A good wife fulfills her husband, Madhuri, Be a good wife tonight." Her heart slammed, her resistance crumbled, while her body screamed yes.

A soft yelp,“Mmm,” slipped from her lips, her body caught between guilt and the fire pulsing through her veins. Blindfolded, her senses sharpened, every sound and touch electric against her skin. 

Ishaan’s voice, cloaked in Ramesh’s slurred recording, rumbled low and commanding.

Ishaan (in Ramesh’s voice) : “Get up, baby. Give me a lap dance. Show me what my wife can do.”

Madhuri froze, her breath catching. “A lap dance?” she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and hesitation. 

Madhuri : “Ramesh, no, I… I can’t. I’ve never..”

Ishaan : “Come on, baby,” he purred, “I know my wife’s got it in her. Let’s see those hips move.” 

He reached for his speaker, playing a sultry Bollywood track, “Fevicol Se” blaring through the room, its pulsing beat filling the air with heat. The rhythm thumped, urging her body to move.

Madhuri hesitated, her hands gripping the edge of the bed. She knew it was Ishaan, behind the voice, she’d caught his cologne, that sinful spice from last night’s game, but she played along, letting him think she was fooled.

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Madhuri : “Oh, Ramesh, you're in a cheeky mood, aren't you?,” she murmured, a shy smile tugging at her lips as she stood, swaying slightly, trying not to stumble in her blindfolded haze.

Her hips twitched, tentative at first, mimicking the hook steps she’d seen in countless Bollywood films. She rolled her shoulders, her dress catching the light, her curves swaying to the beat.

Her hands grazed her sides, tracing her waist as she stepped forward, her movements stiff but loosening with every beat.

"Damn, Mom," Abhi muttered under his breath, hidden by the dbangs.

Ishaan, sitting at the edge of the bed, leaned back, smirking, his eyes raking over her. “Fuck, baby, look at you,” he growled through Ramesh’s voice. “That ass, those curves, slutty and sexy as hell. You’re killing me.” The lewd edge in his tone sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy pulsed despite the flicker of shame in her chest.

Madhuri flushed, brushing off his words with a nervous laugh. “Stop it, Ramesh,” she teased, her voice playful but trembling, her hips swaying wider now, her legs stepping in rhythm, one foot crossing the other as she spun slowly, her dress flaring. She was getting into it, her shyness melting under the music and his praise.

Ishaan’s eyes flicked to Abhi, his face pale with nerves. Ishaan’s grin widened, and gave a subtle nod, signaling Abhi to join.

Abhi’s eyes widened, shaking his head frantically, but Ishaan’s stare was unrelenting. “Come on,” he mouthed, his expression firm. Abhi swallowed hard, his heart racing, and shuffled forward, reluctantly sliding into Ishaan’s spot on the bed as Ishaan stepped aside, still controlling the phone.

“That's it, Madhu,” Ishaan continued, Ramesh’s voice dripping with lust. “Kareena wouldn't match you at all. Those curves can drive any guy crazy. Show me all you got.”

Madhuri giggled, her cheeks burning, her body buzzing with excitement. “You’re so wicked, Ramesh,” she purred, thinking it was Ishaan watching her, unaware her own son now sat in his place.

She swayed closer, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles, her hands sliding up to her hair, tossing it dramatically as the music pulsed. She arched her back, her ass jutting out, then dipped low, her thighs parting slightly as she moved.

Abhi’s breath hitched, his eyes locked on his mom's body, guilt and arousal twisting in his gut. Her performance was hypnotic, her hips grinding to the beat, her legs stepping in sync, one hand trailing down her stomach as she fondled her breasts through the dress, squeezing them lightly, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Aahh.. you like this?” she teased, her voice sultry.

“Fuck, yes,” Ishaan growled through the recording, his eyes glinting as he watched Abhi squirm. “Keep going, baby. Show me how bad you can be.”

Madhuri turned, her back to the bed, and gave her ass a playful spank, the sound sharp against the music. She stuck it out, swaying it side to side, her dress inching up to reveal a glimpse of her panties beneath her full curves.

Abhi’s excitement surged, recalling the incident on the bus, his shorts tightening as precum leaked, staining the fabric. His hands twitched, desperate to touch her, his mind screaming at the wrongness of it all.

[Kallakadhalan]

Superb update

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On the other hand, Madhuri is craving Ishaan's touch and struggles to restrain her desire. Ramesh's voice cut through. “Damn, now rub that ass on my thighs, baby. Let me feel you.”

Madhuri giggled, her voice breathy. “As you say, honey,” she purred, still believing it was Ishaan. She backed up, bending slightly, and lowered her ass onto Abhi's lap, grinding slowly and deliberately, the dress sliding against Abhi’s jeans.

She circled her hips as she pressed herself against him and abhi’s body tensed, his breath ragged, his arousal overwhelming as he can feel her warmth. The wet spot on his shorts grew, and he bit his lip, fighting to stay silent.

Uncontrolled, he suddenly squeezed her ass through her dress, sparking her excitement, prompting her to arch her hips closer to his tiny erection.

She grinds against it, causing Abhi to sweat and quiver with arousal, but she senses nothing there. Confused by her blindfold, she reaches back to reposition herself.

Before Madhuri could sense any change, Ishaan swiftly moved in, pushing Abhi aside.

Abhi, face red and pulse hammering, retreated to the curtain while Ishaan effortlessly took over.

Madhuri reached back obliviously to reposition herself again, grinding her ass against his cock. She then feels a thick, throbbing bulge pressing into her cheeks. “Looks like someone's enjoying the show,” she teased, her voice playful yet dripping with heat.

Ishaan smirked, leaning closer, Ramesh’s voice purring through the phone. “Honey, you have no idea how much I’m loving this. Keep going, make me lose my mind.”

She laughed softly, her body still moving, completely unaware of the twisted moment that had just unfolded.

Madhuri faced Ishaan again, her fingers tracing the outline of her breasts, squeezing them lightly through the shimmering fabric as she swayed to the beat. 

She dipped low, her knees bending, tossed her hair, teasing her cleavage, her head tilted, her lips parted, and she murmured, “Is this what you wanted, Ramesh?”

The recording purred, “This is more than I dreamed, baby, fuck, you’re perfect.” Her cheeks flushed, her body buzzing with the thrill of the game.

She straightened, her body swaying closer as she lifted one leg slightly, brushing her foot along the floor in a slow, deliberate slide. Her hands roamed her thighs, fingers tracing the stockings.

She swayed her hips to the fading notes of the song, letting her fingers glide up her inner thigh, teasingly close to the edge of her dress, her lips curling into a playful smile.

Fully aware of Ishaan’s attention, she longed to flaunt her beauty to the attractive guest in her home, teasingly playing along, her pulse quickening as she felt more alive and youthful than ever.

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Ramesh’s voice growled low through the phone. “I can't wait anymore. Strip for me, baby. Let me see every inch of you.”

Madhuri’s breath caught, a flush creeping up her neck. “Uhmm.. Ramesh,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a shy thrill.

"Go on, I am dying to see what's behind it." he urged enticingly, unbuttoning his shirt. She hesitated, her hands hovering at the hem of her dress, then began to peel it up, inch by inch.

Her hips swayed gently, keeping rhythm with the music’s afterglow, as she lifted one leg, placing her foot on the mattress beside him.

Her fingers found the garter belt’s clasp, unhooking it with a soft snap, letting it fall to the floor. Then, bending slightly, she rolled down the first fishnet stocking, her hands gliding along her leg, peeling the sheer fabric off slowly, her curves illuminated by the dim light.

She repeated with the other leg, her foot still perched on the bed, her body exposed and vulnerable as she tossed the stockings aside.

Then she lifted the dress over her thighs, revealing the red lace panties that outlined a cameltoe. She paused, one hand instinctively covering them, her shyness battling her arousal.

“Fuck, stop teasing me like that,” he purred, his tone dripping with lust.

She giggled nervously, then slowly reached for the halter tie at her neck, as she tugged the knot loose, the cowl neckline slipping down, revealing the red lace bra beneath, its delicate straps hugging her shoulders.

Her cheeks burned as she tugged the dress higher, slipping it over her waist, then her breasts, before she pulled it over her head.

The fabric fell to the floor, leaving her in the lingerie, bra barely containing her curves, panties hugging her hips. She crossed her arms over her chest, her legs shifting to cover herself, but her body betrayed her, her nipples stiff against the bra, her thighs slick with need.

Ishaan stood, lowering the volume of the song. His presence loomed as he stepped closer. “Now it’s my turn, darling,” his voice low and commanding through the recording.

Without warning, he pushed her gently but firmly onto the bed, the mattress sinking under her weight.

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She gasped, her body tingling as he climbed beside her, his rough hand gripping both her wrists, pinning them above her head with a single, strong hold.

Madhuri : “Ramesh,” she whispered, her voice quivering, “your hands… they’re so rough.” 

The thought of Ishaan, her son’s friend, holding her down with her body exposed, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. She squirmed, her breasts heaving, her blindfold keeping her in a haze of anticipation.

Ishaan : “You have no idea how much you’re turning me on,” he growled, his free hand grazing her collarbone, slow and deliberate, sending shivers across her skin. 

His fingers trailed down, brushing the edge of her bra, teasing the sensitive skin just above her nipple. She gasped, her back arching slightly, her breath coming in short, heavy bursts.

Madhuri : “Mmmh,” she moaned softly, her body trembling as his fingers danced unpredictably, skimming her ribs, tracing the curve of her waist, then dipping low to graze the inside of her thigh above the knee. 

Each touch was light, electric, leaving her guessing where he’d go next, her pussy throbbing with need. 

Abhi, hidden behind the curtain, watched it all, his heart pounding, his shorts still damp from earlier. His mother’s body, barely covered, writhed under Ishaan’s touch, her soft moans filling the room. His guilt twisted in his chest, but he couldn’t look away.

Ishaan’s fingers circled her navel, then slid up to brush the underside of her breast. 

Ishaan : “Look at you, squirming for me.” 

Madhuri : “Ramesh… you’re driving me crazy” , her shaky voice laced with both shame and craving. She tugged against his grip, not to escape but to feel his strength, while her husband is lost in deep slumber.

[Steel]

His fingers grazed her inner thigh again, higher this time, brushing the edge of her lace panties. 

Madhuri : “Aahh,” her hips twitched, she let out a soft moan completely unaware of her son’s eyes on her.

Ishaan’s eyes caught the growing wet spot on her panty, a smirk curling his lips. 

Ishaan : “Who's enjoying the show now?” he teased, Ramesh’s slurred voice crackling through the phone, dripping with amusement.

Madhuri : “Stop it, Ramesh” she whispered, turning her face away with burning cheeks. Her voice was shaky but laced with heat, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

His rough hand grazed up her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, inching closer to the damp spot. Her breath hitched and her head spinned as his fingers brushed her sensitive area over the wet panties, sending a jolt of dizzying pleasure through her.

Madhuri : “Oh G0d,” she moaned softly, her mind flashing to the first time she saw Ishaan at the door, his attractive boyish charm, now transformed into this bold, commanding presence. 

The idea that a man so young, so close to her son’s age, could want her this way was wrong but intoxicating.

His fingers pressed against her cameltoe, rubbing slow circles over the soaked panty, and she squirmed. 

Madhuri : “Ramesh… you’re too much,” she gasped, playing along, her voice trembling with need.