Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

You're  a wonderful writer buddy.... Never stop writing stories i have a plot if u wish to write

Thank you. Feel free to ping me personally regarding that.

[Steel]

Ishaan stepped closer, the camera capturing every inch of her exposed body in high resolution, his lens unrelenting. 

Downstairs, Abhi lost his mind, pressing himself against the wall, hugging her image over the wall, kissing the projection near her pussy, rubbing his cock against the surface, consumed by the forbidden rush.

Madhuri eased into a sultry smile, her fingers grazing her pussy as she sucked her own nipple. “Yeah, you like that?” she murmured, her voice thick with desire, urging him to act.

Ishaan’s response was a calculated twist. “Yeah, Aunty, Uncle will have a blast.”

Her brow furrowed, confusion flickering through her arousal. His shift, cloaking his desire in Ramesh’s name, threw her off. 

Downstairs, Abhi’s stomach churned hearing Ishaan toy with her again, manipulating the moment. Yet, his body betrayed him, a strange feeling hit him as he realised how she got under Ishaan’s control, humping the wall as he discharged, his cum streaking the wall surface, shame and ecstasy colliding in a messy blur.

Madhuri’s body ached with unfulfilled desire, her hips rising instinctively, swaying with a sensual rhythm as she inched closer to Ishaan’s bulging trunks. Her wetness grew, her pussy throbbing, so close to his erection, craving him to break her without pretense, without any blindfold.

Ishaan’s voice cut through, cold and detached. “Perfect, Aunty. Task done. This session is a success.” He pulled back, shutting off the camera’s lens, stepping off the bed with deliberate calm.

[Steel]

Madhuri froze, stunned, and scrambled for the sheets, clutching them to cover herself. Her mind reeled, he was leaving her like this, exposed and wanting. She couldn’t speak, her throat tight with shock and shame.

As Ishaan slipped back into his clothes, his tone was infuriatingly casual. “Uncle’s so lucky to have you. No wonder he’s such a happy man.” He dismantled the lights, his movements brisk. “You must be extremely tired by now. Get some rest, Aunty. See you tomorrow. Good night.” he said, winking back. The door clicked shut behind him.

Madhuri collapsed onto the pillow, her embarrassment a heavy weight she couldn’t share. She was left burning, like a pawn in his cruel game. 

Madhuri : "What happened to him?" she thought, her shame crashing over her like a wave. Sinking beneath the sheets, she felt desperate, unquenched, hollow.

Guilt gnawed at her for dismissing her stalker, the one she’d ignored in favor of Ishaan’s charm.

She grabbed her phone, typing a quick message: "Hey devil, uhm.. sorry for ignoring you." No reply. 

Minutes passed, and her fingers moved again, spilling the truth: "Ok listen, I was drawn to Ishaan. I didn’t know he too was playing me. I had no choice but to play along, but he left me shattered, just like you. Why are guys so evil?" Still nothing.

Minutes passed, her desperation peaked, and she sent one final text, raw and honest: "I admit it, I don’t want to be the one to make the first move. I hate looking desperate, even though I am. Please, do something."

Silence. No response came. Her shame swallowed her whole, and, exhausted, she drifted into a restless sleep, her thirst unquenched, her body still aching for something more.

(End of Chapter)

[xboard1986]

Hat's of to you bro,
Amazing script.

[Givemeextra]

I was the author of that story. Glad you read it, but the story I am writing here has extra details, scenarios and chapters added, along with all the pictures.

Your ID there?

[Givemeextra]

Ishaan stepped closer, the camera capturing every inch of her exposed body in high resolution, his lens unrelenting. 

Downstairs, Abhi lost his mind, pressing himself against the wall, hugging her image over the wall, kissing the projection near her pussy, rubbing his cock against the surface, consumed by the forbidden rush.

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[Mafiadon]

Awesome update

[SubmissiveSwati]

I was the author of that story. Glad you read it, but the story I am writing here has extra details, scenarios and chapters added, along with all the pictures.

not sure which scenarios are added or updated, looks exactly the same
yes the pics are a good addition.
would prefer to see how you continue where you had left off in the original site

[Doggy1234]

not sure which scenarios are added or updated, looks exactly the same
yes the pics are a good addition.
would prefer to see how you continue where you had left off in the original site

Swathi madam no offence but let him do whatever he wants we are enjoying don't question his morale,keep on questioning him he will be fed up...bro keep rocking don't mind about this type of comments

[Lousy1995]

hey how can you make these type of pics with AI . what's the name of it ?

[Steel]

Your ID there?

You probably wont need it. This is my first story, and I'd be posting my stories only here from now on. 

not sure which scenarios are added or updated, looks exactly the same
yes the pics are a good addition.
would prefer to see how you continue where you had left off in the original site

You'll notice a few minor tweaks in the initial chapters with the screenplay and dialogues. And yeah, more chapters are on the way. Watch out for them.

Swathi madam no offence but let him do whatever he wants we are enjoying don't question his morale,keep on questioning him he will be fed up...bro keep rocking don't mind about this type of comments

That's okay dude, I'm actually glad she noticed.

hey how can you make these type of pics with AI . what's the name of it ?

I use open-weight FLUX models locally and sometimes go online depending on the requirement.

[Steel]

Chapter 10. Memory Trap

The city's morning sun sliced through the curtains, a cruel spotlight on Madhuri's restless form, her bedroom a prison of unspoken lust. She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers trembling over her phone.

Regret gnawed at her soul, she'd pushed the stalker away, craving Ishaan instead, only to drown in deprivation, her pussy aching for a brutal, raw act she couldn't dare demand.

She quickly got ready and escaped to her office before the boys woke up. Work was blur, her corporate desk a graveyard of focus, her mind replaying Ishaan's thrusts, his spanks he'd claimed her under Ramesh's name.

She'd typed emails with shaking hands, her thighs clenching under her pants. "He did it first... blindfolded me, broke me and now left me," she muttered, yet, fear held her back, she couldn't ask him to fuck her, terrified he'd take advantage of it later, especially since he'd already taken her blindfolded once, a secret she couldn't confess to Ramesh without breaking his heart.

Her phone buzzed. Ramesh's voice came through, cheerful. 

Ramesh : "I just landed babe. Nothing to rush here, it’s just a formal workshop. I should've canceled this trip." He paused, his tone warming. "Ishaan sent me the pics. My colleagues’ll die of jealousy if they see them, hahaha.. such a bomb you are.. Muuah!"

Madhuri's heart skipped. "Which pics?" she asked, tense.

Ramesh : "Don’t be naughty, honey. Those in that green slip dress," he said. "I knew the boy got a good taste. G0d, I wanna come home soon."

Relief washed over her, Ishaan hadn't sent the others. She exhaled, steadying herself. "I'll be waiting too, honey," she replied, feigning love.

That evening, she returned home late, drained. Ishaan greeted her at the door, his smile odd, suggestive. "Coming from a photoshoot, Aunty? You look all worked up. Haha, just kidding."

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She mumbled a greeting and hurried to her room, avoiding his gaze. In the living room, Abhi sat beside him, staring blankly at the TV, his poker face masking the turmoil of last night's memories.

That night, lost in her thoughts, Madhuri texted the stalker, her desperation spilling out: "Listen. You are the only one I can reach out to. Do something, I'm begging you. I gave you a blowjob, and you ghosted me for nothing. You owe me this much, help me out."

After a long silence, the stalker replied: "Fine. Wait till morning."  and Madhuri was left in tormenting expectation.

[Steel]

The next morning, she woke up to see a small box on the night stand containing a vial of green liquid labeled with a wolf sticker, a pipette inside. She looked at it carefully before checking her room to find a window wide open.

A message popped up: "That’s a memory eraser, the favor you asked last night. Use it on him, he'll forget everything, no trouble for you. Also, why is my accomplice complaining about the musty smell in your room?"

Madhuri : "Don't play with me. How's this supposed to help?" she scoffed, texting back, closing the window.

The stalker's reply was sharp: "How? I thought senior consultants have brains. Go fuck that boy, later use it on him, and he wont remember anything."

Madhuri : "What? What's that supposed to mean?" she shot back, perplexed.

Ishaan : "Test it yourself if you're skeptical of me. Oh, and it only affects males." he replied.

Madhuri : "How do I test it?" she typed, skeptical.

Ishaan : "Mix a few milliliters in whatever he takes. He'll forget those last few hours, depending on the dose. Simple."

Madhuri : "What? You sent me a drug? Is it safe?" she pressed.

Ishaan : "Yeah, totally safe," he assured.

Hesitant but intrigued, Madhuri thanked him. Unbeknownst to her, the potion was nothing but a ruse, Abhi convinced forcefully into playing along, and the pipette's readings were transmitted straight to Ishaan's device whenever used.

[Steel]

While closing the chat, she found an unread notification from Ramesh he sent last night, “You’re glowing in that brown dress, honey. Here’s me,” a proud dad selfie of him wearing a blazer, clicked in front of the Vessel, his double chin evident, belly protuding out, attached to the text. “How do I look?” 

Alerted, she quickly typed, “You look so handsome, honey. Sorry, I didn't check my phone yesterday.” and replied.

She took a leave from work, the stakes set high as her pics burned in Ishaan’s camera, “I don’t have much time left,” she muttered, rushing downstairs.

Madhuri : "I'm off today, making breakfast. What do you boys want?" she announced.

Abhi : "Ah.. just Idlis are enough, Ma," he said nervously, eyes on TV.

Ishaan : "Me too, aunty" he said, his tone teasing. "Two soft, round, plumpy idlis are more than enough." His smirk made her flush, catching his double entendre.

Abhi sank in anger, hidden, he knew he was the one who started all this, the initial chat screenshots, still safe with Ishaan, a rein tied to Abhi.

Madhuri : "Umm.. S-Sure," she said, heading to the kitchen.

As she prepared the idlis, she pulled out the potion, measuring 40ml of the tasteless liquid, drizzling it over Ishaan's plate.

On second thought, she decided to test it on Abhi first. She added a small drop on a piece of idli and called him to the kitchen.

Madhuri : "Sweetie, come taste this once," she said, handing it to him.

Right as he's about to swallow, she pinched his thigh hard. Abhi yelped in pain but quickly masked it after gulping, eyes watering with discomfort, forcing a strained smile as he praised the flavor of the Idli. 

Madhuri's eyes widened, shocked, thrilled. She texted the stalker after Abhi left the kitchen: "Thank you. It's working!"

[Steel]

The boys quickly ate, thanking her for the breakfast and Madhuri sat next to Ishaan, waiting for the drug to take effect.

Ishaan, then started his act, blinked slowly, rubbing his temples. 

Ishaan : "Why do I feel.. strange? Is it.. morning already?" putting down the water glass on the table, checking his surroundings.

Madhuri : "What's wrong, Ishaan?” Can't remember anything? What's the last thing you recall?" she asked, feigning worry.

Ishaan : “I-I don’t know. How did I end up here?” he said, acting confused.

Madhuri : “What do you mean Ishaan, you were here all along” she said with a victorious smirk, convinced the potion had worked, his innocent act making her feel powerful.

Ishaan : "No, aren’t we at the photoshoot? You looked incredible in that brown dress," Ishaan said, keeping up the charade.

Madhuri chuckled, oblivious to Abhi's deception and Ishaan's act cementing her confidence. 

Madhuri : "You must be exhausted, Ishaan, take some rest. By the way, speaking of the photoshoot, can I check out my photos?" she asked.

Ishaan : "I'm good, Aunty, thank you," he handed the camera over, then joined Abhi in a video game, lounging lazily.

On the couch, Madhuri scrolled through the camera, deleting every compromising pic.

Madhuri : "Ishaan, did you copy these anywhere?" she asked, her voice tight.

Ishaan : "Just sent a few nice ones to Uncle after clicking. Nothing else." he shrugged, eyes on the game.

She sighed, relieved, her fingers trembling as she clutched the camera, believing she'd outmaneuvered him, for now.

[Steel]

She sighed, relieved, her fingers trembling as she clutched the camera, believing she'd outmaneuvered him, for now.

Madhuri slipped into the kitchen, her mind buzzing with twisted possibilities with the potion. Her desire was a live wire, and she couldn't wait any longer to test her plan on Ishaan. 

“You can do this!” she whispered to herself as she poured 3ml of the green liquid into a glass of juice, to give it to him later, erasing his memory. Tucking the vial away, she steadied her trembling hands.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out and called to Abhi. 

Madhuri : "I need some groceries, sweetie," she said, handing him a long list. "Can you go to the supermarket?" Abhi nodded, feigning compliance, and left, leaving her alone in the house with Ishaan.

Madhuri had changed into the black saree Ishaan picked, its fabric clinging to her curves. She sauntered into the living room, hips swaying seductively, and stood before him. Ishaan was engrossed in Valorant, lounged on the beanbag, his eyes on the screen. 

Ishaan : "Need any help, Aunty?" he asked.

She smirked, adjusting her saree to reveal her navel and midriff, tugging her waist band low to expose her venus tummy, mirroring his tease from the shopping mall. 

Madhuri : "Yeah," she said, her voice low, suggestive.

[Steel]

He glanced at her, feigning shock, and set the controller down, standing. "What's it, Aunty? Tell me. Anything for you," he said, his eyes locking with hers, playing innocent.

Madhuri stepped closer, her smirk widening. "Don't you know what it is?"

He tilted his head, acting confused. "What do you mean?"

She scoffed, closing the gap. "Don't you play me like your high college girlfriends, I know you want it." Her voice was sharp, confident.

He stood there not moving an inch and asks, "Want what aunty?"

Stepping closer, she took his hand, placing it on her breast over the blouse. "Me. Am I wrong?" Her eyes blazed with lust.

Ishaan's hand stayed still, his face a mask of cluelessness. "I don't know what you're saying, Aunty."

Madhuri's smirk deepened. "Then why's this getting hard?" Her hand slid to his bulge, rubbing slowly over his track pants.

Ishaan's lips twitched into a smirk. "Because there's a hot woman standing right in front of me."

Her breath grew heavy. "Uh-huh, so... what do you wanna do to her?" She undid his belt buckle, her fingers deft, her tongue wetting her lips.

"I don't know," he teased, his voice low. "You tell me. What does she want?"

"You're a tease, aren't you?" Madhuri replied, unzipping his pants, their eyes locked in a charged stare.

"You're confusing me, Aun-" Ishaan started, but she cut him off, pouncing onto him. "Fuck me!" she demanded, her voice raw.

"What!?" he exclaimed loud, his pants dropping to the floor, his act of surprise almost convincing.

Her hand stroked his hard dick through his trunks, her other index finger hushing his lips. "Ssh, don't shout. You heard me right." She pushed him onto the couch, his body sinking into the cushions.

Ishaan swallowed, still playing innocent. "But you're my friend's mom. How can I-"

Madhuri leaned over him, flipping her hair back and gently kissed on his cheeks. Her blouse slipped slightly and her cleavage loomed in front of his face. "So what? Forget that. We're both adults. I like the man in you. From the very first day you walked into this house, your charm gripped me. Every flirt, every glance, it made my heart race. I didn't think it'd take this long. Here I am, all for you." She tossed her pallu aside, her body trembling with desire, offering herself completely, her words a fiery confession of pent-up need.

[Givemeextra]

Oh, hope some disturbances come and spoil the action.

[Rocky]

I was the author of that story. Glad you read it, but the story I am writing here has extra details, scenarios and chapters added, along with all the pictures.

Can you share that link as well

[Steel]

She got up and knelt before Ishaan, her eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and desire. "This is where you lit my spark, remember?" she said, tying her hair back, her voice low and teasing, hinting at the spot where they played 3D Twister weeks ago, her fingers grazing up his thighs.

"The other day, when you slipped your hand into my pocket..." She paused, her hand brushing his erect cock straining against his trunks. "I felt it then." 

Slowly, she tugged his underwear down, revealing his thick, raw cock, dangerously familiar from the stalker's photos but more imposing in the flesh, pulsing under the living room lights.

Her face lit with excitement as she locked eyes with him, fondling her breasts over her blouse. 

Holding his dick, she spat on it, stroking, her movements deliberate. "You guys like this, don’t you?" she murmured, leaning in to lick the tip, then dragging her tongue up the shaft from the bottom like a lollipop, her gaze never leaving his.

Ishaan's cock twitched, and her smirk widened. One hand slipped under her petticoat, rubbing her coochie as she worked him.

Little to her knowledge, Abhi hadn't gone to the market. He lurked in the backyard, peering through the window, hidden in the shadows, his shorts tenting with a hard boner as he watched, torn between shame and a secret thrill.

Madhuri opened her mouth, taking Ishaan's cock in slowly, her lips wrapping around it, teeth carefully tucked away. She went deeper, his hard length poking her throat, her muffled breaths filling the air and Abhi hitched in the shadows, “What are you doing, mom?”

Ishaan groaned, falling back onto the couch, his hands soon finding her head, pushing her down harder.

She gagged softly, her muffled noises mixing with pleasure as she reveled in his dominance, her pussy growing wetter at the thought of him inside her. The technique she'd honed with the stalker in the backyard fueled her, driving her to please him.