Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[fuckandforget]

Awesome dude

[Steel]

Ishaan matched her rhythm, thrusting upward, their movements quiet at first.

Madhuri peeled off her nightdress, tossing it aside, her naked body gleaming in the moonlight. Her moans started soft, then grew louder, deliberate, a signal meant to stir the room.

Across the room, Abhi stirred, his groggy voice cutting through the darkness.

“Mom!” Abhi shouted, scrambling to sit up. “What are you doing?” He fumbled for the light switch, flooding the room with harsh light.

Madhuri gasped, feigning shock, but her hips didn’t stop. “Ishaan, stop,” she said, her voice unconvincing as she continued grinding against him, her eyes flicking to Abhi with a calculated glint.

Ishaan chuckled, his hands gripping her waist. “Relax, Aunty. Abhi, sit on your bed and watch, or I’ll tell your mom what you’ve been hiding.”

Abhi’s face twisted in mock horror, but he obeyed, sinking onto his bed, his eyes locked on the scene. Madhuri moved more freely now, her hips rolling smoothly, her gaze occasionally meeting Abhi’s with a sultry intensity.

The fact that her son was watching sent a thrill through her, amplifying her pleasure. “Abhi, please, don’t look,” she said, her voice a half-hearted plea, even as she arched her back, grinding harder, knowing he couldn’t look away.

Abhi’s breath hitched, a bulge forming in his shorts. “Mom,” he muttered, his voice low, almost a whimper, as he watched her take Ishaan’s cock. The sight of his mother, so brazen, so wanton, shocked and aroused him in equal measure.

Ishaan sat up, his voice commanding. “Get on your knees, Aunty.” She complied silently, her body pliant under his control. He turned to Abhi. “Lie on the floor, right there.”

[Steel]

Abhi hesitated, then slid to the floor, his eyes wide. Madhuri’s face flushed with feigned shock. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she whispered, but she lowered herself, squatting over his face, her crotch inches from him. The musky scent of her arousal, mixed with Ishaan’s, filled the air. Ishaan gripped her hair, guiding his cock into her mouth, and she began to suck, her lips sliding over him.

Her body responded to Abhi’s warm breath below her, and she fondled her breasts, arching her back until her ass brushed his face.

The contact was light at first, her cheeks grazing his skin, but she pressed down, rubbing slowly. Abhi’s hands found her hips, gripping her ass, pressing it closer.

She heard his muffled sounds of discomfort, but the throbbing bulge in his shorts told a different story. Smirking, she pressed her weight down, her ass enveloping his face.

Then, Abhi’s tongue darted out, brushing her wet pussy. Madhuri jolted, her eyes rolling back, "gwak.. gwak.." a muffled moan escaping around Ishaan’s cock. His hands pulled her down harder, and Abhi licked with abandon, his muffled voice vibrating against her. “Mmmph… Mom, you’re so… delicious…”

Madhuri’s hand reached Abhi’s hair from the back, gripping it tightly, urging him on as her hips moved. She reached down, unzipping his shorts, her fingers wrapping around his cock, slightly larger than her husband’s but dwarfed by Ishaan’s.

Ishaan smirked, watching as Abhi’s eyes widened in shock, his mother’s hand stroking him.

The intensity built, Madhuri’s body trembling as Abhi’s tongue worked her pussy, Ishaan’s cock throbbing in her mouth. She couldn’t hold back, she squirted, her release coating Abhi’s face.

Ishaan pulled out, slapping her cheek lightly before cumming, hot and thick, across her panting face. He collapsed onto the bed, spent.

Madhuri stood, her legs shaky, and helped Abhi up, biting her lip as their eyes met.

She handed both boys glasses of water, laced with the memory-erasing potion. They drank, their expressions blankening. She grabbed her nightdress, fleeing to her bedroom, the door slamming shut behind her. Her heart raced, shame and satisfaction warring within her, but the fire in her body burned brighter than ever.

(End of Chapter)

[Rocky@handsome]

WOW ! ❤️Your writing is incredibly captivating and truly erotic in the best way. The way you describe emotions and moments with such vivid detail kept me hooked from start to finish. One element I feel is missing, though, is more explicit dialogues between Insaan and Madhuri during the intimate scenes—especially with Madhuri speaking some bold and dirty lines. I believe this would take the eroticism to the next level. I hope you’ll consider this in future updates. Since it’s your story, I have no right to interfere, but this is just a personal request. Also, if possible, adding a few more gifs or pictures would be amazing. Please kindly consider these suggestions as requests only. Sorry if I’ve spoken too much—it’s entirely your independent decision. Keep up the amazing work!!


Regards

Rocky ❤️

[Givemeextra]

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Madhuri’s hand reached Abhi’s hair from the back, gripping it tightly, urging him on as her hips moved. She reached down, unzipping his shorts, her fingers wrapping around his cock, slightly larger than her husband’s but dwarfed by Ishaan’s.

Ishaan smirked, watching as Abhi’s eyes widened in shock, his mother’s hand stroking him.

The intensity built, Madhuri’s body trembling as Abhi’s tongue worked her pussy, Ishaan’s cock throbbing in her mouth. She couldn’t hold back, she squirted, her release coating Abhi’s face.

More Taboooooo adventures.
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[Losliyafan]

Very good humiliation of useless son.

[Steel]

Chapter 11. Experiments

The room echoed with moans and rhythmic creaks of bed.

Madhuri: “Oh, Ishaan, yes, right there... don’t stop!” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Ishaan: “You hear that, Uncle? That’s what she needs, a real man who knows how to please her.” he grunted, a smug grin spreading across his face.

Ramesh: “Honey, please! Stop this! I’m begging you!” he cried, straining against the ropes binding him to a chair beside the bed, his voice cracking with desperation.

Madhuri: “Oh, Ramesh, you’re… ahhh.. pathetic. You never could satisfy me. Look at Ishaan, this is what I’ve been… missing. ahh..” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery.

Ishaan: “Watch closely, Uncle. See how she screams for me.” he said, thrusting harder.

Ramesh: “Noo! Honey, no, tell him to stop, don’t do this! I love you!” he said, sobbing.

Madhuri: “Love? This is love!” she moaned loudly, her legs quivering as she arched into Ishaan. “You could never give me this!” she cried, her body shuddering before she jolted awake.

Her body, damp and sweaty, her breath ragged from the vivid daydream still burning in her mind. She lay tangled in her sheets, her skin flushed, muttering, “Poor Ramesh,” a dark chuckle escaping her lips, her mind reeling from the wicked possibilities of the potion, a power she thought she held strong.

Her phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, and she fumbled for it, her heart leaping with the thought of the stalker.

The screen, however, displayed her boss’s name. Confusion knit her brows; she was on leave, a rare respite from the office grind. She swiped to answer, her voice groggy. “Hello, sir?”

“Madhuri, I’m sorry to do this,” Mr. Roy said, his tone clipped with urgency. “Your leave has been revoked. We’ve got a crisis with a high-profile client. I need you in the office. Now!”

Madhuri’s stomach tightened, the weight of the previous night’s events still lingering like a fog. “O-Okay, sir,” she said, forcing calm. “I’ll be there soon.” 

She hung up, her mind racing. "A client issue? This sudden?" She swung her legs out of bed, her nightdress clinging to her skin, a reminder of her reckless abandon hours ago.

[Steel]

She showered and dressed quickly in a professional high-waisted pencil skirt, a flowy blouse tucked neatly beneath a tailored blazer.

In the kitchen, she grabbed her water bottle, hesitating before adding a few more drops of the memory-erasing potion, almost empty now. "Just in case," she thought, her fingers trembling as she sealed the cap.

As she packed her handbag, a voice startled her from behind. “Morning, aunty,” Ishaan drawled, leaning against the counter. Madhuri spun around, her eyes instinctively dropping to avoid his piercing gaze.

“I… I have to go to work,” she said, her voice unsteady.

Ishaan tilted his head, a Rubik’s cube in his hands, his fingers twisting the colored squares with casual ease.

“I had a weird dream last night,” he said, his tone teasing, almost probing. “You and Uncle were in that. Felt so real.” He stepped closer, the cube’s clicks echoing like a taunt.

“We both were playing chess in your room, and Uncle’s monitoring us.” He said, with a sly grin, “And you looked just as beautiful as you do now.”

Madhuri’s breath caught, “Did he have the same dream as me?” her eyes flicking up to meet his, a nervous flutter in her chest. 

She forced a smile, her voice tight. “That sounds nice, Ishaan. Maybe we’ll play chess when Ramesh is back. But, I’ve to leave now.” She grabbed her water bottle, shoving it into her handbag, and brushed past him, her heart pounding as she fled to her car.

[Steel]

The office was a hive of tension when she arrived, the usual hum of keyboards replaced by hushed whispers. Mr. Roy summoned her to his cabin, where she found him sitting, his face etched with stress.

Standing across him was Suraj, the junior associate who’d always flirted with her before he switched teams, his usual cocky grin replaced by a nervous frown, his eyes red-rimmed and pleading.

“Madhuri, we’re in deep trouble,” Mr. Roy said, handling her few legal papers, his voice low but urgent.

“Suraj screwed up, big time. We’re handling a go-to-market strategy for Horizon Tech’s cloud platform, and this idiot sent a sensitive document to someone at Apex Solutions. Target customer segments, planned discounts, all the work is in it. It’s a breach of confidentiality, and Horizon’s CEO, Tim, is here from the US, threatening to sue us into oblivion.”

Suraj looked up, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to, Ma'am. It was an email mix-up. Please, you’ve got to help fix this. I’m begging you.”

Madhuri’s mind sharpened, the chaos of the morning giving way to her professional instincts. She placed a hand on the desk, her voice steady. “Calm down, both of you. Where’s the CEO now?”

“In the conference room,” Mr. Roy said, rubbing his temples. “With his legal team, and they’re coming on strong.”

Madhuri nodded, straightening her blazer. “I’ll handle it.”

[Steel]

Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she made her way to the conference room. Inside, Tim, Horizon Tech’s CEO, sharp and intense in his late 40s, pacing near the head of the table, flanked by two stern-faced lawyers in crisp suits. 

Madhuri cleared her throat, stepping forward. “Mr. Tim, I’m Madhuri, senior consultant. I understand there’s been a serious mistake, and I’m here to address it.”

Tim looked up, his eyes narrowing, his American accent clipped. “Address it? Your team leaked our entire strategy to a competitor. We’re talking millions in potential losses, not to mention a lawsuit that’ll bury this firm.”

Madhuri held his gaze, her voice calm but firm. “I understand your anger Mr. Tim, and you have every right to be upset. But let’s focus on solutions.”

A guy from the legal team stood abruptly, sliding a folder across the table. “This,” he said, his voice sharp, “is evidence of your firm’s negligence. Our strategy document, leaked to Apex Solutions. Their latest campaign mirrored our customer segments and discounts exactly. Can you explain?”

Madhuri replied, “The document was sent in error, and we’re prepared to take immediate steps to contain the damage, secure Apex’s cooperation, destroy the email, and implement stricter controls to ensure this never happens again.” her voice feigning confidence. “Can we discuss a path forward?”

[Steel]

Tim folded his hands, his expression skeptical but intrigued. “You’ve got five minutes to convince me why I shouldn’t walk out and call my attorneys.”

Madhuri took a deep breath, her mind racing. The stakes were high, but she kept her expression steady, her eyes flicking to Tim. “Gentlemen,” she said, her voice smooth but firm, “I’d like to discuss this with Mr. Tim privately. It’s… sensitive. Could you step outside for a moment?”

Tim raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He nodded to his legal team. “Leave us.” The lawyers exchanged glances but filed out, leaving the door clicking shut behind them.

Madhuri turned, her fingers brushing the lock, securing it with a soft click. She took a deep breath, her plan forming in her mind.

She turned to him, stepping closer, her heels clicking softly, voice calm but sultry, “Tim, I know you’re furious. That leak was a mistake, but I can make it right.” standing just inches from him, she slowly removed her blazer, letting it fall on the floor, revealing her fitted blouse.

Her eyes locked on his, “I have a plan to crush Apex, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep Horizon on top.” she said, gently pushing him back to his chair, “Let me show you,” her hands firm on his shoulders.

She steps back, walking slowly to the other end of the table, her hips swaying as she walks.

Tim grips the armrests, eyes narrowing, “What the hell are you doing? This isn’t a game. I want a solution, not a show!”

Madhuri smirks, “Oh, I’m all about solutions, Tim.” She begins unbuttoning her blouse, one button at a time, her voice low, “My plan’s simple. We pivot Horizon’s strategy, launch a new feature set Apex can’t touch, and spin this leak as a decoy to throw them off.”

He swallows hard, “A new feature set? You’re saying you can outmaneuver Apex after your firm’s screw-up?”

[Steel]

She raised her skirt above her knees, the fabric sliding up her thighs, “Yes, but I need your trust to make it happen. And I’m ready to earn it.”

Madhuri climbs onto the table, crawling slowly toward Tim, her movements deliberate, her curves accentuated by the tight skirt and half-unbuttoned blouse.

Tim breathed heavily, shifting in his seat, voice strained, “Jesus, Madhuri, this is insane. You can’t...” His eyes locked on her, torn between anger and desire, “This better not be a distraction.”

Madhuri reached Tim, grabbing his tie and pulling him closer, her lips inches from his, “It’s not a distraction, Tim. It’s a commitment.” She tosses her hair back, her blouse slipping open to reveal her cleavage close to his face, “Mistakes happen, but winners don’t dwell, they act.”

She pauses, locking eyes, “I know you’re a man who takes risks, who sees opportunities where others see setbacks. Let me help you turn this into a win. My team can deliver a new strategy in 72 hours, exclusive to Horizon, no conflicts. We’ll fund the initial campaign design as a gesture of good faith, no additional cost,” her voice almost a whisper.

Madhuri slides off the table, letting her blouse fall to the floor, revealing a lacy bra. “And I’ll personally oversee every step to ensure it’s flawless. Let me show you how serious I am about making this right,” She drops to her knees in front of Tim, her hands moving to his belt, unzipping his pants with a slow, deliberate motion.

Tim gripped the chair, his voice hoarse, “Madhuri, stop, this is crossing a line.”

His hands hover, unsure whether to push her away, “You think this fixes anything? Apex is eating our market share. Give me one reason not to throw you out right now.”

[Steel]

She looked up at him, her hands pausing but her eyes intense, “Because I’m the only one who can turn this around, Tim.” 

She pulled out his dick, leans in, her breath warm as she begins to stroke and lick him, “My plan’s already in motion.” Her voice was muffled but confident as she took his dick in her mouth.

She slowly removed her skirt and pulled her bra down to stimulate him more. “You’ll have the proposal by Monday, and Apex won’t know what hit them. Trust me.”

Tim groans, his resistance crumbling as Madhuri continues to blow him. After a few minutes, he snaps, driven by a mix of anger and desire. He stands abruptly, grabs Madhuri by the arms, and slams her down onto the table, spreading her legs.

“You want to play dirty? Fine. But this better work, or your desi ass will be finished.” He leaned over her, fucking her pussy, his tone a mix of anger and lust “Your plan sounds good, but if it fails, I’ll make sure your firm pays every cent we lost.”

Madhuri arched beneath him, her voice breathy but defiant, “It won’t fail, Tim.”

She wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer, “Let’s seal this... ahh.. deal.” moaning softly as he moves against her.

Tim, consumed by the moment, takes her mercilessly on the table, the room filled with the sounds of their intensity. The encounter is raw, driven by the high stakes of the corporate fallout and their mutual need to reclaim control.

[Steel]

He filled her pussy and fell back on the chair as Madhuri stood up weak, adjusting her hair and dress.

She slid a contract across the table, her fingers brushing his as she handed him a pen.

Tim hesitated, then smirked, signing the document with a flourish. “You’re persuasive, I’ll give you that,” he said, his voice tinged with something warmer.

Madhuri checked if everything was in its right place before offering him her water bottle, her heart raced. “Here, you look like you need a drink.”

He took a swig, wiping his mouth, and read the document once again. “Alright, Madhuri. It's Monday then. Don’t you disappoint me.”

She smiled, tucking the signed document into her folder, and left the room, her pulse pounding with triumph. 

In Mr. Roy's cabin, she presented the contract, a smirk playing on her lips as she glanced at Suraj, who looked like he might collapse from relief. “It’s all handled,” she said. “Tim’s on board.”

Suraj rushed forward, wrapping her in a grateful hug. “Thank you, ma’am! I’d have been done without you!”

Mr. Roy beamed, clapping his hands. “Madhuri, you’ve saved us. Effective immediately, you’re promoted to regional director. You’ve earned it.”

Pride swelled in Madhuri’s chest, “Really? Thank you so much!” a rare moment of professional victory cutting through the chaos of her personal life. 

But as she returned to the conference room for final paperwork, she caught Tim’s gaze, hungry, lingering, his eyes tracing her form.

A flicker of doubt sparked. “Did the potion fail?” She brushed it off, focusing on the task, but the intensity of his stare lingered.

At the airport, as they bid farewell to Tim and his team, Mr. Roy extended a hand. Tim ignored it, stepping toward Madhuri instead.

He pulled her into a hug, his hand sliding low, pressing her ass over her skirt. “Congrats on the promotion,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ll be back soon.”

Madhuri gasped, her body stiffening, but she masked it with a tight smile, praying Mr. Roy hadn’t noticed. Tim’s smirk told her he knew exactly what she’d done.

As his team disappeared into the terminal, she exhaled, bidding goodbyes, her mind reeling.

[Munda007]

she has become International Khiladi

[Steel]

That evening, Madhuri returned home, her pride tempered by a gnawing restlessness. In the kitchen, she spotted her water bottle on the counter and froze, a sinking realization hitting her. "Damn it, I took the wrong bottle."

In her rush to escape from Ishaan, she’d grabbed plain water, not the potion-laced one. Panic flared, but she pushed it down. "I’ve gotten the deal done, haven’t I? That was what mattered."

She walked into the living room, sinking onto the couch. Abhi sprawled on the mat, engrossed in a video game, his controller clicking furiously. “Abhi,” she called, her voice softer than intended. “Where’s Ishaan?”

He didn’t look up. “He had some emergency meeting with Ms. Sherley. Said he’d be back late.”

Disappointment curled in Madhuri’s chest, sharp and unexpected. Ishaan’s promise to Ramesh echoed in her mind, "Didn't he tell Ramesh he'll take care of me? Pchhh.. But now he is gone," her thoughts leaving her alone with her craving.

The night showed no signs of him and she pulled out her phone, her fingers hovering over the stalker’s chat. "Are you there? I wanna tell you something.” she typed, “From a shy wife, I see myself coming a long way. The fire you ignited helped me get promoted today," she texted, her heart thudding. No reply. The silence was deafening, her desire a weight pressing against her.

She climbed into bed that night, the sheets cool against her skin. She closed her eyes, her body aching for release, but sleep claimed her, leaving her desires unanswered, at least for now.

[Steel]

The morning buzzed with energy at the office, Madhuri’s new role as regional director drawing a flurry of wishes from colleagues and juniors alike. “You deserved it, ma’am!” Suraj said, his eyes still wide with gratitude.

Her new office, a sleek space with floor-to-ceiling glass, offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline, the morning light glinting off distant towers.

But as she settled into her chair, her thoughts drifted far from the paperwork on her desk. The stalker’s silence, Ishaan’s absence, the memory of Tim’s bold moves swirled in her mind, a restless undercurrent beneath her professional triumph.

Staring out the window, she wondered who the stalker could be. "Was he watching me now, hidden among the city’s chaos?" 

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, equal parts fear and intrigue. Leaving him unknown felt dangerous, like a storm brewing just out of sight.

She pushed the thought aside, focusing on her new managerial duties, delegating tasks, guiding her team, but the weight of her secret life clung to her like a shadow.

By the time she reached home that evening, the sky turned purple, and her anticipation for another heated night with Ishaan burned hot. But the house was quiet, save for Abhi’s voice drifting from the living room, where he sat eating snacks alone.

“Where’s Ishaan?” she asked, setting her bag down, her voice betraying a hint of disappointment.

Abhi shrugged, his eyes on his plate. “He’s still out. Not answering my calls.”

Madhuri’s heart sank, her craving for Ishaan unfulfilled. She joined Abhi for dinner, the silence between them heavy, charged with the unspoken memory of the night the day before.

[Givemeextra]

Any chance of Abhi + Mom mini adventure before Ishan?

[Steel]

Madhuri’s heart sank, her craving for Ishaan unfulfilled. She joined Abhi for dinner, the silence between them heavy, charged with the unspoken memory of the night the day before.

After cleaning up, she retreated to her bedroom, slipping into a maroon chemise nightgown, the short hem grazing her thighs. She checked her phone, her fingers hovering over the stalker’s chatbox. "When are you coming back to Hyderabad? Don't keep me waiting like this," she texted, her pulse quickening. No reply.

The silence gnawed at her, a seed of doubt sprouting in her mind, "He must have left his traces somewhere."

A sudden thought struck her: the terrace. The note he’d left a week ago, breaking a pot. “Maybe, I can find something there,” she thought, grabbing a robe, tying it loosely, and started towards the terrace after checking Abhi getting drowned in music inside his room.

The air was cool as she climbed the stairs. She scanned across the terrace, searching for any sign, a footprint, a scrap of paper, a clue, but found nothing.

Frustrated, she turned her gaze to the house across the street and froze. Mr. Sharma, her neighbor, stood at his window, a cigarette glowing in his hand, his eyes fixed on her. 

He flinched when their gazes met, tossing the cigarette and yanking the curtains shut.

Madhuri’s stomach twisted. "Creepy old man!" she thought, recalling his lewd comments during that night in the backyard and his taunts about her in the crowd during Holi.

But the memory sparked something else, a flicker of desire. She knew the potion could erase this, too. Her eyes lingered on Sharma’s window, and moments later, the curtains parted again, his face peeking out, hesitant but hungry.

With a bold impulse, Madhuri let her robe slip off, revealing the clingy nightgown.

She crooked her finger, beckoning him, then turned and descended to the house quickly, leaving the front door slightly open to avoid the bell.

In the kitchen, she poured a glass of juice, adding the last drops of the potion, her hands steady despite the thrill coursing through her. Her phone buzzed, a message from the stalker, "You used all the potion, didn’t you? Getting desperate to suck new cocks, huh?” he typed and added, “Anyone in the world but your husband." followed by a few laughing emojis.

[Steel]

She wondered and asked, "How do you know?" and he replied saying, "I know it every time you use the pipette, bimbo!"

Madhuri’s cheeks burned, shame mingling with defiance. "Don’t call me that! You didn’t show up when I asked," she shot back. "Hiding like a coward, not even showing your face."

The reply came swiftly: a smiling devil emoji.

She asked, "What does it mean?" He replied, "You’ll find out soon.” and added, “Now that you emptied the potion, you might need to keep that pipette safe, it’s brittle. Break it, and all their memories will flood back."

Her heart raced as she checked the delicate pipette, its glass glinting in the kitchen light. She hurried to her bedroom, climbing a small ladder to tuck it atop the wardrobe, out of reach for anyone.

Back in the living room, she sank onto the couch, flipping on a random TV channel, her body thrumming with anticipation.

The door creaked open, and Sharma stepped inside, his cotton night suit slightly rumpled, his eyes wide as they roamed her form.

Madhuri stood, the nightgown accentuating her curves, the hem barely covering her thighs. “Well,” she said, her voice low, teasing, “aren’t you bold, Mr. Sharma? Coming in, when my husband’s not here.”

Sharma stepped closer, eyes raking her top to bottom, his awe palpable. “G0d, Madhuri, you’re… stunning,” he stammered, his gaze tracing her from head to toe.

She stepped back, a strange mix of desire and unease stirring within her, he followed her until her back hit the wall.

He placed a hand on the wall beside her, leaning in. “Where’s he then?” he asked, his voice hushed, eager.

“On a work trip,” she replied, her tone steady. “He'll be back in a few days.”

He moved to kiss her, his breath heavy with cigarette smoke. Madhuri turned her head, stopping him. “Not here,” she said, grabbing a mint from the counter and handing it to him. “Chew this. Come with me.” They quietly passed Abhi’s room as she led him to her bedroom, locking the door behind them.