Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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[Steel]

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.

After sucking it for a few minutes, she pulled back, breathless, and stood, unhooking her blouse and letting it fall. Her petticoat followed, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

Ishaan mirrored her, ripping his shirt off in one swift motion, his muscular frame sending a shiver through her. She climbed onto the couch, straddling him, her legs framing his body, her hands around his neck, her wet pussy hovering just above his throbbing cock.

Their eyes locked. Ishaan tugged one bra cup down, grabbing her breast, the other hand slipped from her thighs onto her panties from behind, squeezing her big round ass.

Madhuri flipped her hair to the side, grinding slowly against him, his warm breath grazing her neck, her hard nipples brushing his chest. “I want to fuck you, Aunty,” Ishaan said, caressing her ass. 

"Yeah? I waited so long for you to say this," she whispered, her voice thick with need, her wet spot rubbing his dick, aching for something wild and deep.

Abhi, outside, muttered to himself, "It's happening," his boner straining, a twisted urge to join them flickering in his mind. 

Ishaan took control, clicking a button on the couch that flattened it into a bed.

He threw Madhuri onto the soft cushions, landing on top of her, spreading her legs and pinning her hands down. Her breath hitched as he tore her bra off in one rough pull. She instinctively covered her breasts, but he brushed his fingers into her panties, dragging it aside.

Coating his fingers with saliva, he eased them inside her, drawing a moan from her lips.

Abhi moved to the main door, watching his bully take on his mom through the letter hole.

[Steel]

Ishaan pulled his fingers out, unfolding her hands from her breasts, leaned forward pinning them above her to the cushion. His cock brushed her clit, pausing for a heartbeat, her body naked, exposed in her own living room, no blindfold, no pretense. "Give it to me," she gasped, her voice raw.

Ishaan thrust into her, hard and deep, her eyes squeezing shut as a loud moan escaped, “Aaaahh..” He moved slow and slowly increased his pace, fucking her like a beast in missionary, his cock plunging into her pussy, each thrust, deep in and out, making wet, sticky sounds that filled the room.

Her body arched, consumed by the raw intensity, as he pounded her relentlessly, no hesitation, no restraint.

Abhi stood frozen outside the living room door, his hand trembling on the knob, an empty shopping bag dangling uselessly at his side. His heart pounded so loudly he was sure it would give him away.

His fear had kept him at bay, but curiosity, or something darker, had finally won. He turned a spare key into the lock, the click loud, and pushed the door open.

The sight hit him like a punch. His bully laid on top of his mother, thrusting deep, her legs hugged him, with a voice, a high pitched desperate moan. "Aaahh.. Don't stop, Ishaan. Aaahh… please…" she gasped, her head thrown back.

Hearing the click, Madhuri's eyes flicked toward the door, and she froze, her face draining of color. "Abhi!" she shrieked, shoving Ishaan off her. She scrambled to cover herself, snatching two small throw pillows to shield her chest and lap.

Her cheeks burned red, her gaze dropping to the floor in shame. "What... what are you doing here?"

[Steel]

Her cheeks burned red, her gaze dropping to the floor in shame. "What... what are you doing here?"

Abhi slammed the door shut behind him, his voice shaking with feigned anger. "What the hell is going on, Mom? What is this?" He gestured wildly at the scene, his eyes darting between her and Ishaan, who was still lounging on the couch, unbothered.

Madhuri's voice was small, trembling. "W-Why didn't you go to the… supermarket? You said you were going!"

"I forgot my wallet!" Abhi snapped, holding up the spare key like evidence. "But, I didn't think I'd walk in on... on this!" he shouted, throwing away the empty bag.

Ishaan stood, completely naked, his movements casual, almost mocking. "Relax, Aunty," he said, his voice smooth as he sauntered toward Abhi.

He stopped inches away, towering over Abhi, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. "Listen to me you piece of shit," his voice faltered Abhi, "You say a word about this to anyone, and I'll tell your mom your little secret." 

His warning a gunshot to Abhi, bringing him back to senses instinctively, “Oh no, did I just commit the worst mistake of my life?” he thought, looking away frightened.

[Steel]

Ishaan grabbed Abhi's collar, yanking him closer to the couch where Madhuri sat, mortified. "Sit," Ishaan ordered, pointing to a chair across from them. "And watch."

Madhuri's breath hitched, her hands clutching the pillows tighter. "Ishaan, no," she whispered, her voice cracking. "This is... I can't do this with him here. It's wrong."

Ishaan grinned, leaning closer to her. "Oh, come on, Madhuri. You can if he agrees to it, right?" He turned to Abhi, his tone sharp. "What do you say, duffer? Should I spill your secret?"

Abhi's heart thundered, his mind racing. He knew what Ishaan was threatening to reveal, the nights he'd lingered outside the door, listening, watching through the curtains, too ashamed to admit what it did to him. "No," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I'm sorry, I'll... I'll watch."

Madhuri's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "Abhi, what?" she whispered, her voice laced with disbelief. She looked at him, her son, sitting there with fear in his eyes, and her heart sank. "Poor kid," she thought. "He's being blackmailed."

But another thought gnawed at her, "What secret could he be hiding? And why do I always get interrupted when I was so close to losing myself in the moment?"

Ishaan chuckled, turning back to Madhuri. "Problem solved." He fixed Abhi with a stare. "You do exactly what I say, got it? Keep your eyes only on her. Don't look anywhere else, or I'll make sure she knows everything."

Abhi opened his mouth to protest, but Ishaan cut him off. "Shh. Silently watch me fuck your beautiful mom." He reached out, trying to snatch the pillow’s from Madhuri’s grasp and she snapped. 

"Ishaan, wait," Madhuri whispered, her voice trembling with shame. "Where have I gotten myself stuck?" But a small, desperate part of her clung to the thought: "At least I know a way to erase their memories." But that was later. This was now.

Ishaan leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You really want to stop?" he murmured. "If you stop now, you stop forever."

[Steel]

Madhuri's eyes met his, her mind a storm of confusion. She wanted to run away, but her body betrayed her, slowly letting the pillows slip away into Ishaan’s hands, leaving her exposed. Her cheeks flushed crimson, a weird feeling hit her as her hands hovered uselessly as she tried to cover herself.

Before she could answer, Ishaan pulled her back onto the couch-turned-bed, taking her hands off her chest and held her right tit, his lips finding her nipple, sucking hard. She gasped, eyes closed with shame, torn between the pleasure coursing through her and the duty screaming in her head.

"Look at this, dipshit," Ishaan said, his voice mocking as he glanced at Abhi. "See how hard your mom's nipples are? That's how hungry your mom is."

"Stop it.. Ishaan…" Madhuri moaned, but her voice broke, half protest, half plea. 

Ishaan ignored her, flipping her onto her knees. He pinned her head down to the couch, her hands held to her back with his grip, positioning her in a way that made her face directly at her son.

[Steel]

Her cheek pressed against the fabric, her eyes locked on Abhi's. Then he entered her, hard and unrelenting, each thrust pulling a moan from her lips.

Madhuri's voice was a broken whisper. "Agghh.. Abhi, please... close your... ahh... eyes. Look away."

Ishaan's hand tightened in her hair. "No, look closely. Don't even blink or look elsewhere, or I'll tell her everything."

In his mind, Abhi silently thanked Ishaan while giving himself a mental pat on the back. “This is the best mistake I ever made,” he thought.

He'd taken the daring step to open that door, and now he was here, caught in this surreal moment. "I'm sorry, Mom," he said, his voice shaking. "I can't... I have to watch."

Ishaan's pace quickened and Madhuri melted into pleasure, toes curled, her moans grew louder, her eyes closed, drowning in shame. "My son’s watching me?" she thought, her heart wrenching as her body gave in, while Abhi silently observed her body move with each thrust.

"Hands off your crotch, Abhi," Ishaan barked, noticing the boy's subtle movements. Abhi hesitated, then obeyed, revealing a small tent in his shorts.

Madhuri's eyes opened wide, a pang of guilt hitting her. "My poor boy, struggling so much," she thought, her heart aching for him, trapped in this nightmare.

Ishaan then turned Madhuri, her ass now facing abhi, spreading her legs and then the cheeks. His hand came down hard, a sharp spank that made her moan, her knees buckling inward. Her skin flushed red, her body trembling as her juices glistened in the light.

"Fuck," Abhi muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on the sight of his mother's ass, juices flowing out of her pussy, the way her flesh jiggled with each strike.

Ishaan caught the word, grinning. "You like that, huh?" He leaned closer to Abhi, his voice low. "Spank her."

Abhi froze, his hands clenching. "What? No, I... I can't."

Ishaan's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. "Do it, or I spill."

“Oh no,” Madhuri whispered beneath her breath and Abhi swallowed hard, his throat dry. He stood, his legs shaking, and approached the couch. His hand hovered over Madhuri's bare skin for the first time, the heat radiating from her body.

Slowly, he pressed his palm against her, feeling the softness, the forbidden warmth. Then, with a trembling hand, he spanked her, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

Madhuri moaned, her body jerking, her eyes squeezing shut. Shame, pleasure, and confusion collided within her, a storm she couldn't escape. She didn't know what was worse, the act itself or the fact that, somewhere deep inside, a part of her didn't want it to stop.

[Steel]

Ishaan's grip tightened on Madhuri's hips, guiding her into a new position. With a swift motion, he shifted her into reverse cowgirl, her front now facing Abhi, who sat back rigid in his chair, eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination.

Madhuri straddled Ishaan, her body rising and falling, each thrust drawing a slick, wet sound as she took him deep.

Her hands instinctively flew to her chest, trying to cover her bouncing breasts, her thighs curling inward in a desperate attempt to shield herself from her son's gaze.

"Sweetie," she gasped, her voice trembling with shame, "I'm not... ahhh.. I'm not what I look like right now. Please, don't... ahhh... misunderstand me." Her words were a plea, her eyes searching for some sign of forgiveness, understanding, anything but judgment.

Ishaan's laugh cut through the air, low and mocking. "Hey loser, bring your chair closer," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Abhi hesitated, his throat tight, but he obeyed silently, dragging his chair forward until he was just feet away from them. His eyes darted nervously, caught between Ishaan's command and his mother's pleading gaze.

Ishaan's hand snaked into Madhuri's hair, yanking it back sharply. Thrusting upward with relentless force.

Madhuri lost her balance, her hands slipping from her chest to brace against Ishaan's torso. Her legs splayed wide, every inch of her exposed, her breasts bouncing wildly with every thrust, the little stubble above her V-line glistening with sweat, her pussy stretched around Ishaan's cock, the wet sounds mixing with her moans, filling the room like a humiliating symphony.

[Steel]

Madhuri's face burned, her heart sinking under the weight of her son's stare. "Ishaan… please…" she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction, drowned by the pleasure rippling through her.

Ishaan's head tilted to face Abhi, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "Closer, dumbass. I want your face just an inch away from her pussy, and from my cock."

Madhuri's body twitched, a strange, unfamiliar thrill sparking deep within her. "No, Ishaan… don't…" she protested, but a quiet voice in the back of her mind whispered, “It's okay.”

She shook her head, trying to silence it, but the thought lingered, dangerous and intoxicating.

Abhi's face flushed red as he slowly leaned forward. His breath hitching as he brought his face closer, so close he could smell the musky heat of her, his own sweet mom. Her heart raced, torn between shame and a dark curiosity she couldn't name.

"Abhi, don't look... ahhh... please," Madhuri begged, her voice breaking as she fought the wave of sensations, pleasure, humiliation, and that strange, forbidden excitement building inside her.

Ishaan's eyes gleamed. "Don't listen to her. Now stick out your tongue."

Madhuri's breath caught, her eyes widening. "What are you… ahh… talking about, Ishaan?" she snapped, but the secret thrill surged, her body betraying her with another involuntary twitch.

"Don't worry, aunty," Ishaan said, his voice dripping with mockery. "He deserves this." He fixed Abhi with a stare. "Go ahead."

Abhi's voice was barely a whisper. "Sorry, Mom." He stuck out his tongue, his eyes locked on the rhythmic thrusts of Ishaan's cock, an inch from his mother's pussy. His hot breath grazed her skin, each exhale sending a shiver through her.

"Ahhh..." Madhuri moaned, louder now, the sensation of her son's breath against her most intimate place igniting something primal, something she couldn't reconcile.

Ishaan paced up, and her hips followed uncontrollably, matching Ishaan's speed, her body acting on instinct.

Abhi's drool dripped onto the couch, some of it slicking Ishaan's shaft as it plunged into her. A treacherous part of her mind imagined Abhi leaning just a fraction closer, his tongue brushing her clit, and the thought sent a jolt through her.

Ishaan's thrusts grew harder, and Madhuri's control slipped. Her hips shifted forward, and for a fleeting moment, her pussy grazed Abhi's outstretched tongue. The contact was electric, a spark that sent her knees buckling, her legs trembling as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She gasped, pulling back instinctively, her body collapsing onto the couch, helpless and shaking.

Abhi froze, his pants forming a visible wet spot, the brief taste of her clit along with Ishaan's shaft on his tongue, a thrill he never knew he had.

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[Steel]

Madhuri laid there, her legs still trembling, her mind reeling. "What just happened?" she thought, shame and ecstasy warring within her. She couldn't look at Abhi, couldn't face the reality of what they'd become part of.

Ishaan's mocking laughter filled the room, cutting through the haze of Madhuri's fading orgasm. "Looks like you gave your mom an orgasm. Not really a loser after all, huh?" he taunted, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

Abhi's face burned, but he said nothing, his gaze flickering between shame and something darker, hungrier. Ishaan didn't give him time to dwell.

He stood, dragging Madhuri toward a glass table in the corner of the room. With a sweep of his arm, he cleared the scattered newspapers, the pages fluttering to the floor.

He pushed Madhuri down, pinning her body against the cold surface, her breasts pressing into the glass. He lifted one of her legs onto the table, exposing her completely, and grabbed a fistful of her hair.

"Ready for something new?" Ishaan murmured, his voice low and dangerous. He positioned himself behind her, his fingers guiding his cock toward her untouched asshole. Madhuri tensed, her breath hitching.

"Ishaan, wait!" she cried, her voice sharp with pain as he began to press inside, slow but relentless. "It.. ahh.. hurts!"

"Relax," he growled, his movements deliberate, easing in and out. The pain was sharp, unfamiliar, but as he continued, a wild, unexpected pleasure began to bloom through Madhuri's body, radiating from her core. She gasped, her fingers gripping the edges of the table, torn between the sting and the intoxicating rush.

Ishaan's gaze flicked to Abhi, who sat frozen, eyes wide with longing. "Get under the table. Now!" he ordered. "Keep your head up, mouth open. Catch your mom's dripping juices."

Madhuri's heart lurched, a strange mix of thrill and horror surging within her. "Sweetie, go away," she pleaded, her voice weak, dutiful, but her body betrayed her, responding to the depravity unfolding.

Abhi hesitated, then obeyed, crawling under the table. He looked up, his mouth falling open instinctively as he saw his mother's breasts squished and moving against the glass, their shape distorted in a way that made his pulse race.

Her pussy glistened, growing wetter with each of Ishaan's thrust in her ass, the sight and sound overwhelming him.

Madhuri's moans deepened, her body responding not just to Ishaan but to the knowledge that her son was below her, watching, waiting. She fought the feeling, but Ishaan's deep thrusts overpowered her will.

Her labia pulsed, a thick, viscous drop forming at the edge, trembling there. Madhuri noticed it, saw Abhi's eyes fixed on it, and tried to shift, arching her back to move the drop away. But it slid down, grazing her clit, and fell. Abhi moved instinctively, catching it on his tongue.

The taste was heaven, a forbidden sweetness that sent a shiver through him. Madhuri bit her lip, drowning in shame, yet a part of her reveled in his interest to catch, her body betraying her mind.

[Steel]

Ishaan's fingers found her pussy, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Madhuri jolted, pleasure building uncontrollably. "Oh, G0d," she moaned, her voice breaking as her body shook. The intensity overwhelmed her, and with a loud cry, she squirted, for the first time in her life, the liquid splashing onto Abhi's face below.

Her leg trembled, her eyes rolling back as another orgasm tore through her.

She glanced down, seeing Abhi's face slick with her release, and regret flooded her. "I'm sorry," she whispered, grabbing a nearby cloth and tossing it to him. "I think I drank too much water." she thought, gasping for breath.

Abhi wiped his face, his hands shaking, but his eyes never left her. Ishaan slowed, pulling Madhuri off the table and onto her knees.

He pressed her cheeks, and she opened her mouth, her tongue extending out.

Stroking himself, he released in seconds, hot, thick cum spilling across her face, some dripping onto her breasts. Abhi handed her another cloth, but Madhuri, as if guided by some primal instinct, licked it off, her movements practiced, a skill honed from the porn the mysterious stalker had sent her late nights.

“What the…” Abhi’s breath hitched as Ishaan smirked and sprawled on the sofa, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge. "How was it?" he asked, his voice low.

Madhuri stood, wiping the remaining cum from her skin, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "It was... umm.. great," she admitted, a sense of satisfaction evident despite the shame flooding her. Her voice was calm, sated, but her heart raced with conflict. "Now, go and have a bath, both of you,"

She turned, gathering her clothes and torn inners, and fled to her room, locking the door behind her.

[Steel]

Shame overwhelmed her, but her cheeks burned red, matching the sting of her spanked ass. She stood there, breathing heavily, trying to process what had happened.

Minutes later, she emerged, dressed in a simple kurti, her composure a fragile mask. She descended the stairs, catching Ishaan's grin from the living room. "Wasn’t that quite a wild ride?" he asked her, lounging on the extendable couch. 

Abhi sat beside him, both freshened up, his face buried in his hands, feigning shame.

Madhuri smiled at the boys and hurried to the kitchen, to the memory-erasing concoction she'd kept hidden. She split the energy drink laced with the potion between two glasses.

She entered the living room with a tensed smile “Aren’t you boys tired of the day? Here, have it.” She then handed one to Ishaan, who spanked her ass playfully as he stood and took it, and the other to Abhi, who accepted it without meeting her eyes.

They drank, she clicked the button on the bed, and it turned back to a normal couch, hiding the wet spots.

In moments, their expressions shifted, as if the last 90 mins had never happened. Ishaan grabbed the game controller, sprawling on the mat. "Those idlis were delicious, aunty," he said, his flirtatious tone back to normal. "Just like you."

Abhi looked up, his shame seemingly gone, and hugged her. "Thanks for breakfast, Mom," he said, his voice light. "Do you wanna play with us?"

Madhuri kissed his forehead, her mind reeling with flashes of what had transpired. "Of course, I'm always here," she said, sinking onto the couch, between both, convinced the potion had worked. She let out a shaky sigh of relief.

Pulling out her phone, she texted her stalker: "Thank you so much for helping me out Mr.Devil. I'll never forget this day."

The key to her desires was in her hands now. She ran her fingers through the boys' hair, massaging gently with each hand.

Ishaan flirted again, his voice teasing. "Your hands are smoother than a feather, aunty. Wonder what else is." her heart swelling with fulfilled desire as she watched them play the game.

Madhuri let out a small smile. The stalker her secret, the boys her toys, her husband oceans away, every piece fallen in place, every kink begging to be explored, her journey ahead with no pit stops, or so she thought.

[Rocky]

Excellent story this is. Can you share the literotica link if possible

[SubmissiveSwati]

Excellent story this is. Can you share the literotica link if possible

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Madhuri kissed his forehead, her mind reeling with flashes of what had transpired. "Of course, I'm always here," she said, sinking onto the couch, between both, convinced the potion had worked. She let out a shaky sigh of relief.

Pulling out her phone, she texted her stalker: "Thank you so much for helping me out Mr.Devil. I'll never forget this day."

The key to her desires was in her hands now. She ran her fingers through the boys' hair, massaging gently with each hand.

Madhuri let out a small smile. The stalker her secret, the boys her toys, her husband oceans away, every piece fallen in place, every kink begging to be explored, her journey ahead with no pit stops, or so she thought.

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[Steel]

The afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting a warm glow over the counter where Madhuri stood. Lunch had been a quiet affair, the boys resting in Abhi’s room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Her mind still churned with the morning’s events, a heady mix of shame and exhilaration. The buzz of her phone snapped her back to the present, a reply from her stalker.

“You sound like you’re buzzing with excitement. I wish I was in town. How did the boy fuck you?”

Her breath caught, her fingers tightening around the phone. She glanced around the empty kitchen, her heart racing with the urge to confess, to share the forbidden thrill with someone who already knew her secrets.

Biting her lip, she typed, “I didn’t expect Ishaan to be so… intense. He made me cum twice. Also, it’s my first time in the ass. He made it less painful than I imagined. Wish you’d been here to give him a run for his money.” She added a playful “hehe”, her fingers trembling as she hit send, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips.

In Abhi’s bedroom, Ishaan leaned over Abhi’s shoulder, both of them staring at the phone screen displaying Madhuri’s texts to the account Ishaan controlled. He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Look at that,” he whispered, nudging Abhi.

He typed quickly, “Well well well, my innocent velvet’s turned into a proper slut, hasn’t she? You want both of us taking turns, or both at once?”

Madhuri’s phone pinged in the kitchen, and she froze, the word “slut” hitting her like a slap. Her pride stung, but the image of both doing her, overwhelmed her senses, making her throat tighten. She bit her lip harder, a secret smirk betraying her indignation. “Don’t call me that,” she typed, her fingers flying. “I was just thanking you for the… help. That’s all.”

Ishaan chuckled, tapping Abhi’s back. “She’s still got some fight in her.” He typed again, “I’m tied up for a few days, darling. Why don’t you get your son to help you out? Bet he’s dying to fuck a mommy like you.”

Madhuri’s heart stopped, her phone nearly slipping from her hand. "Did he know what happened this morning? I remember closing all the curtains," she thought, panic surging. Her fingers shook as she typed, “You’re disgusting! Don’t drag my son into this!” She paused, her mind racing, her stomach twisting with dread.

[Steel]

The stalker's reply came quickly. “What’s the big deal? He won’t remember anyway, right? Don’t you want to make your baby boy happy? He prolly doesn’t even have a gf. Moreover, trying new things can be… exhilarating. You know that now.”

Madhuri’s palms grew clammy, her breath uneven. She wanted to shut it down, to be the mother she was supposed to be. “Enough,” she typed, her voice firm in her head even as her resolve wavered. “I’m not doing anything like that.”

She closed the chat, her heart pounding. But the stalker’s words lingered, planting a seed she couldn’t uproot.

The memory of Abhi’s tongue, the way her body had betrayed her, the forbidden taste she gave him, it all flooded back, unbidden. She knew the feeling of getting exposed in front of her son turned her on, but couldn't admit. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to scrub the thoughts away.

Ishaan leaned back on the bed, smirking at the phone. “Tough luck, Abhi,” he said, elbowing him. “Your mom’s playing hard to get. But we’ll crack her. Now go.”

The kitchen door creaked, and Madhuri jumped, her phone clattering onto the counter. Abhi stood there, his expression unreadable, his eyes catching hers for a fleeting moment.

Her mind flashed to that day, when she’d faced him on the stairs in a transparent saree, again all exposed.

Abhi’s gaze lingering a little too long. She fumbled with a dish towel, avoiding his eyes. “W-What do you need, sweetie?” she asked, her voice unsteady.

Abhi shifted, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, Ishaan said he really liked that energy drink you gave us after breakfast. He’s asking for more.”

Madhuri’s heart skipped. “Oh, um, that’s all that’s left, sweetie,” she lied, forcing a smile. “Your dad had his share before leaving. Here, have some ice cream instead.” She grabbed two cups from the freezer, thrusting them toward him, her hands trembling slightly.

Abhi took them, his fingers brushing hers, and she flinched, her cheeks flushing.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said, his voice soft, and he turned to leave. Madhuri exhaled, relief washing over her as the door swung shut.

Abhi said nothing, his mind replaying the morning, the taste, the heat, the way his mother’s body had trembled. He clutched the ice cream cups and left the kitchen.

Madhuri leaned against the counter, her breath uneven. The stalker’s words echoed in her mind, stirring thoughts she didn’t want to acknowledge.

She shook her head, trying to busy herself with cleaning, desperate to anchor herself to normalcy, but the seed had been planted, and it was already taking root.

[Steel]

The night settled over the house, heavy and quiet, as the aroma of dinner lingered in the dining room. Madhuri sat at the table, her phone buzzing with a video call from Ramesh. She plastered on a smile and answered, her heart thudding with the weight of the day’s secrets.

“Hey, love,” Ramesh’s voice crackled through the screen, his face pixelated but warm. “How’s everything going over there?”

Madhuri forced a light tone. “All good here. The boys are eating.” She tilted the phone, showing Abhi and Ishaan at the table, their plates piled with rice and curry. Abhi waved awkwardly. “Hi, Dad.”

Ishaan grinned, leaning into the frame. “Don’t worry about aunty, uncle. We’ve got her covered.”

Ramesh chuckled, his laugh tinny through the speaker. “I know I don’t have to worry with you around, Ishaan. You’re like family.”

Madhuri’s cheeks flushed, embarrassment mingling with relief. The potion had worked, Ishaan’s casual demeanor proved he didn’t remember the morning’s depravity. If he did, he’d have let something slip to Ramesh, she was sure of it. She ended the call with a quick “Miss you,” her voice tight, and cleared the table as the boys retreated to Abhi’s room.

[Steel]

In her bedroom, Madhuri changed into a short, silky nightdress. She sat on the edge of the bed, her phone dark and silent. No messages from the stalker.

The emptiness gnawed at her, a craving stirring deep within, a hunger for Ishaan’s touch, his dominance. She tried to push it away, but her body betrayed her, her skin tingling with need. Unable to resist, she crept out of her room, her bare feet silent on the floor, and tiptoed to Abhi’s bedroom.

Unable to resist, she stood, her bare feet soft against the floor. She crept down the hall, her heart pounding as she reached Abhi’s bedroom door. Turning the knob slowly, she slipped inside, the dim glow of a nightlight casting shadows across the room.

Abhi and Ishaan lay in their respective beds, the faint sound of their breathing filling the space. Madhuri’s eyes locked on Ishaan, his form sprawled under a thin blanket. She tiptoed closer, her pulse racing, and gently peeled the blanket back.

Ishaan wore a tight tank top and flimsy nylon shorts, the outline of his cock stark against the fabric. Madhuri stifled a chuckle, noting the lack of underwear. "Bold as ever," she thought, her fingers trembling as she reached out, brushing them lightly over the bulge. It twitched under her touch, and her breath hitched. Slowly, she rubbed her hand along the length, feeling it harden beneath the shorts.

Ishaan’s eyes snapped open, but before he could speak, Madhuri pressed a finger to his lips, pushing him back onto the mattress. Her nightdress slipped forward, revealing her cleavage as she leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. “You’ve been driving me crazy, Ishaan. I can’t wait anymore.”

His lips curled into a knowing smirk, but he played along, as if this were their first forbidden encounter. Madhuri’s hand slid over his shorts, stroking his growing erection. She tugged the shorts down, freeing his cock, and slipped off her panties, climbing onto him.

Her nightdress dra*ped over them, his erection brushing her crotch. She leaned down, her hair falling over his face, and whispered, “Let’s see what you can do.” Slowly, she guided him inside her, her body shuddering as she began to ride him.