Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

“Still in denial?” Ishaan swiped through a series of teasing pics she had sent, each one carefully cropped to hide her face, her curves, her thighs, her barely concealed arousal. Madhuri’s shame crashed, as her body rocked between them, stretching her mouth with relentless thuds from behind. “That’s some other woman. You can’t fool me. My mom won't do sick shit like this.”

Madhuri’s heart sank, guilt gnawing at her. But Ishaan wasn’t finished. “Oh really? That sucks,” he said, pointing to the vanity table across the room. He swiped to a face covered nude mirror selfie, the woman’s body unmistakably Madhuri’s, posed against the same vanity, its intricate pattern a perfect match. Her breasts, her pussy, her curves, all exposed in stark detail. “What do you think, kid? Does she look like your mom now?”

Abhi fell silent, his eyes glued to the image. 

Madhuri stole a glance and froze, his shorts tented, a clear bulge outlining his arousal. “Oh no,” she thought, dread pooling in her chest. Her secret was clawing its way out, and Abhi’s reaction was a wound she couldn’t ignore.

Ishaan swiped again, and Madhuri’s face flushed crimson. A video call recording played, showing a woman fingering herself, her moans raw and unrestrained, until the camera slipped, revealing Madhuri’s face at the end. 

Abhi watched, his expression shifting from denial to devastation, his sad eyes meeting hers. Ishaan pulled his cock from her mouth, his voice cold. “Convinced now?”

Abhi said nothing, his silence deafening. The guys withdrew, their cocks slipping free, and they tore her bra and panties and shoved Madhuri onto the bed. She collapsed, gasping for air, the chain on her collar clinking against the mattress. Her body trembled, slick with sweat, her bra and panties askew, her mind a battlefield of shame, guilt, and the lingering pulse of pleasure.

[Losliyafan]

Instead of calling her aunty, Ishaan should call her names

[Steel]

She collapsed, gasping for air, the chain on her collar clinking against the mattress. Her body trembled, slick with sweat, her bra and panties askew, her mind a battlefield of shame, guilt, and the lingering pulse of pleasure.

Abhi’s gaze lingered on her, a mix of betrayal and something darker, his tented shorts a silent accusation.

“No more hiding, Madhuri. I gifted you with freedom.” He turned to Abhi, his tone mocking. “What’s it gonna be, kid? Keep pretending your mommy's a pure little woman, or face the truth?”

Madhuri’s eyes met Abhi’s, pleading for forgiveness, but his silence cut deeper than words. Her naked body, slick with sweat, trembled on the bed.

She glared at the stalker, her voice breaking through sobs. “Who are you? Why did you come into my life? You’ve ruined everything!”

“Oh, darling, I’ll give you all the answers you’re begging for.” He nodded to the man in the suit, who reached up and removed his scarf, tossing it to the floor. Madhuri’s gaze locked onto his face, a jolt of recognition hitting her like a slap.

It was the designer she’d met days ago with Ishaan, discussing custom lingerie for her.

Before she could process, the designer undressed and climbed onto the bed, sliding beside her. With a swift motion, he pulled her onto him, her back pressed against his tattooed chest. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide open, forcing her to clutch the pillow behind her head as she struggled to sit up.

“Who are you? I’ve seen you somewhere!” she gasped, her mind racing to place him, her body resisting even as it responded to his touch. Abhi watched from the corner, his eyes wide but sharp with curiosity, his bound hands twitching.

His cock brushed against her asshole, teasing. Madhuri’s breath hitched as the memory of him in the shopping mall solidified, his sly smile, his knowing glances while taking her measurements.

Before she could protest, he thrust into her ass in one brutal stroke, no warning, no mercy. A cry tore from her throat, pain and pleasure colliding.

[Steel]

Ishaan hopped onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as he approached, his eyes locked on hers. He positioned himself between her spread legs, his cock grazing her pussy lips, his fingers rubbing her clit with deliberate slowness.

Madhuri’s mind fractured, guilt and ecstasy warring within her. She reached for his scarf, desperate to unmask him, but Ishaan caught her left wrist, the designer the right. 

Ishaan’s other hand clamped around her throat over the collar, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed into her pussy, filling her completely.

Madhuri’s head tilted back, a moan escaping as her body surrendered, taking both cocks like a whore, her shame drowned by the overwhelming sensation. Her eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open as pleasure consumed her.

Ishaan guided her trembling hand with his hand to his scarf, letting her tug it free. The fabric fell, revealing his grinning face. Her eyes widened, her voice a choked scream. “ISHAANNN?!”

He grabbed the rose on the bedside table, clamping it between his teeth with a evil grin on his face.



Leaning in, he kissed her, his lips hot and demanding, transferring the rose to her mouth. Her teeth bit into the stem, the petals brushing her lips as he pulled back.

“I love you, aunty,” he purred, “Feel my love,” his hand tightening around her throat, his other hand grabbing her breast as he thrust deeper into her pussy.

Madhuri’s grunted moan vibrated through the rose, her eyes rolling back as both men found a relentless rhythm, fucking her like bulls shaking the bed. 

Her fingers dug into the pillow, nails clawing at the fabric, her breaths hot and ragged. Her face flushed crimson, her mind grappling with the truth, Ishaan, her son’s friend, also the stalker who’d orchestrated her descent.

Their thrusts were merciless, each one pushing her further into submission. Her body arched, caught between their bodies, her glory holes stretched and pulsing with pleasure she couldn’t deny.

Abhi’s voice broke through the haze, his tone a mix of feigned shock and desperation. “Ishaan, is that you!? You arrogant douchebag!” he shouted, “Leave my mom alone!” his bound hands twitching, his eyes betraying a flicker of something more than pain, desire, perhaps, poorly concealed by his act.

[Steel]

Ishaan’s gaze locked onto Madhuri’s, his eyes burning with possessive intensity. He leaned in, kissing her deeply, plucking the rose from her mouth and tossing it aside with a careless flick. His lips curled into a wicked grin. 

“Couldn’t even wait two days, huh?” He pressed himself closer, his voice a low growl. “Let us give you a night you’ll never forget.” and leaned in to kiss her lips.

Madhuri’s eyes widened, her breath catching between moans. “How do you… mmph… know that?” she gasped. “The p-potion… aahh…” she stammered, her mind scrambling to process his words.

Ishaan chuckled, his thrusts unrelenting. “You think that potion works on me? Don't you think I'll keep myself safe? Don’t worry, your darkest secrets with your son are still safe with me.” His tone was mocking, but his words carried a twisted reassurance, as if he relished holding her shame over her.

A fleeting relief washed over Madhuri as she glanced at Abhi, his innocent facade crumbling under the weight of his gaze. 

She held memories of their forbidden night, moments she’d thought erased, now flickering in his expression. She wanted to believe he was still her innocent boy, but the truth gnawed at her.

Their pace intensified, the bed slamming against the wall with each thrust, the vibrations rippling through Madhuri’s body. Her holes stretched, their pulsing cocks filling her completely, erasing any hope for Ramesh.

Her moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained, her body surrendering to the pleasure despite her guilt. Her eyes darted to the wardrobe, where the fragile pipette teetered on the edge, inching closer to disaster with every violent thrust of the bed.

“No, no! Wait!” she cried, her voice desperate as she tried to halt them, her hands clawing at the sheets. But Ishaan only rode her harder, his grin feral. With one final, brutal thud, the pipette toppled, shattering into glittering shards on the floor.

[Steel]

Madhuri’s heart shattered with it, the sound a death knell for her secrets. She looked at Abhi, who met her gaze with a mix of shock and desire, his eyes narrowing as if he’d recalled every detail of their illicit encounter, the memories she’d tried to erase now flooding back.

The guys pulled out, their cocks slick as they let her collapse onto the bed, her body trembling, her breath ragged. Ishaan smirked, and strode to Abhi, uncuffing his wrists with a flourish. “I think it's time to join the fun, dickhead, now that you recall what a whore your mom is,” he said, dragging Abhi to the bed where Madhuri lay, her bra and panties askew, her body a map of their conquest.

Abhi stumbled forward, his shorts still tented, his expression caught between horror and hunger. Madhuri’s eyes met his, pleading for forgiveness, every erased memory now a ghost in the room.

The designer leaned against the wall, his tattoos glistening, watching with a predatory calm. Ishaan loomed over Madhuri, his voice a taunting whisper. “I'm sorry aunty, this one's not on me. You should have hid that thing somewhere safe. Your boy knows who you are now. Also, Mr. Sharma. Haha”

Madhuri’s heart sank as everything unraveled, unaware that Ishaan had orchestrated it all. Humiliation consumed her, no secrets left to shield her. As Abhi approached her bed, she clutched the sheets to cover herself, stammering, “Sweetie, I can explain…”

Abhi, summoning his courage, sat on the edge of the mattress. “No need, mom,” he said, his voice steady. “I… I liked how you touched me that night, stroking me while you sat on my face.”

Madhuri’s cheeks flushed, her shame laid bare, her son’s desire igniting something within her. 

“I don’t know what to do,” Madhuri whispered, her voice trembling with despair.

Ishaan smirked. “Why not.. you know, do it again? Right now.”

“What!?” Madhuri exclaimed, her voice heavy with regret. “No way.”

“Please, Mom,” Abhi urged, his gaze locked on hers, leaving her momentarily speechless.

The designer, slipping back into his clothes, chimed in with a sly grin. “Come on, Ma’am, what’s the holdup? Don’t you love your own son? Go for it.”

“Stop it!” Madhuri snapped at him, then turned to Abhi, her voice trembling. “Abhi, what happened the other night was a mistake. I’m so sorry.” Her head bowed, shame weighing her down.

[Steel]

Abhi stood, slowly climbing onto the bed, closing the distance between them.

Madhuri’s eyes widened, her body instinctively retreating. "He’s coming for me… because of what I did," she thought, regret flooding her senses.

He took off his shirt, his voice soft but firm. “Look up, Mom. Look into my eyes.”

She couldn’t lift her gaze, her face burning. Abhi gently but decisively pushed her back against the pillows, his hands brushing hers away from her chest, pinning them to the mattress.

“Abhi, stop… What are you doing? I’m your mother,” Madhuri protested, her voice shaky, though a hidden spark of excitement urged her not to push him away.

Abhi’s eyes locked onto hers, unwavering. “I know, mom. But.. I can't control,” he murmured, easing himself onto her, his head hovering near her chest before he gently took a nipple into his mouth.

Madhuri turned her head, biting her shoulder to stifle a gasp. “No, sweetie… ahh…”

Abhi’s voice was low, teasing. “I can still picture it, you know... how you slowly bent down, naked, and sat on my face. That taste… it’s still with me.” He reached for her other nipple, his lips closing around it. “Let me taste this too.”

He stood, sliding off his shorts, his slender erection throbbing with anticipation. Settling over her, he felt Madhuri’s body yield beneath him, her earlier resistance fading into a subtle invitation.

His weak chest grazed her breasts as he wrapped his arms around her, seeking her gaze. She turned her face away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, avoiding his eyes.

“Mom..” he murmured, voice soft but eager, leaning closer to find her lips.

She shifted her head slightly, dodging his kiss. “Don’t,” she whispered, her voice a mix of shyness and hesitation.

“Please...,” he urged gently, his breath warm against her cheek, still chasing that connection.

His erection nudged below, searching for her slit as she subtly shifted, feigning resistance. Her warm breath stirred memories of her motherhood, and he captured her lips in a sudden, fervent kiss. His hand slid down, finding her pussy, and he guided himself, easing into her slowly.

[Steel]

“Mmph… sweetie,” she murmured, turning her face to break the kiss, her voice soft but wavering.

“Don’t pull away, mom” he whispered, his lips brushing her jaw as he pressed closer.

Her hands wrapping around him, fingers threading through his hair to guide his face to her neck. The other slid down, resting on his ass, urging him closer despite her faint protest.

“We shouldn’t…” she breathed, “This is… mmph… so wrong,” her voice trembling with protest as she subtly rolled her hips, chasing to sense his slender cock.

“Please, Abhi… control yourself.”

“I’m sorry, Mom..” he murmured, his voice strained with effort as he thrust, struggling to find a rhythm inside her. “Just… bear with me. I’ll forget everything you did with Ishaan. Please...”

His thin cock barely grazed her already stretched walls, leaving her wanting. Her eyes flicked sideways, catching the gazes of the other guys in the room, their stares heavy with intent.

Ishaan chuckled from the corner, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’re killing it, buddy! Keep it up!”

Abhi, oblivious to the taunt, took it as praise, his confidence surging. He quickened his pace, believing he was pleasing his mom. Within moments, he shuddered, his release spilling into her, and he collapsed beside her, breathless. “Mom... I’m so... sigh... happy my first time... sigh... was with you,” he panted, a grin spreading across his face.

Madhuri forced a smile, masking her embarrassment at his swift finish. “Mmm… anything for you, sweetie,” she replied, her tone strained as she discreetly wiped herself clean.

Abhi caught the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, and the weight of reality hit her, he’d finished too soon, leaving her unsatisfied. She shifted away awkwardly, her movement subtle but sharp. A sinking feeling washed over him, echoing the inadequacy he’d seen in his dad.

Madhuri’s eyes locked onto Ishaan, a bold glint in her gaze as she pointed at him. “You, what are you looking at? Come here, silly boy,” she said, her voice unapologetically direct, biting her lip with a suggestive smirk. “I want you.” Her secrets lay bare, no trace of shame or need to hide from her son.

Abhi, despite his disappointment, felt a strange contentment, knowing he’d at least witness her with Ishaan.

Ishaan grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “At your service, ma’am,” he teased, unzipping his pants with a flourish. But just then, the sharp chime of the doorbell cut through the room.

[Steel]

Madhuri froze, her face paling. “Who could that be?” she gasped, panic seizing her as she scrambled to pull the bedsheet over herself, clutching it tightly.

Ishaan acted quickly, yanking open the wardrobe and tossing Madhuri a fresh nightdress similar to the one she wore before. “Put this on quick,” he said urgently. Turning to Abhi, he barked, “Get back to your room, now!” Then, with a sharp nod to the designer, he gestured toward the terrace. “This way, move!”

Abhi bolted to his room, heart racing. Ishaan led the other guy to the terrace, pointing out a path for a swift escape, and the man vanished into the night.

Returning to Madhuri, Ishaan took charge, he grabbed a comb, spritzing water on her hair and body to muss it slightly, crafting the look of a recent shower. “Tell them you were showering,” he instructed, his voice firm.

With a playful smack on her ass, he smirked. “Go answer the door,” he said, turning to slip away.

Madhuri grabbed Ishaan’s hand, halting him. When he turned back, her eyes locked onto his, holding his gaze for a charged moment. Stepping forward, she rose onto her toes, hands slipping around his neck, one tangling in his hair, and pressed her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Ishaan responded, his hands finding her waist, grazing her curves as he deepened the kiss, gently pushing her against the wall. The doorbell’s persistent ring faded into the background, unnoticed.

A minute later, her phone’s sharp ring broke the spell. Startled, Madhuri pulled back, a sly smirk playing on her lips as she glanced at Ishaan. Without a word, she straightened and sauntered toward the door, leaving the moment lingering behind her.

[Steel]

Madhuri swung open the door to find Ramesh, his back turned, phone pressed to his ear, muttering, “Why isn’t Ishaan picking up?”

“Honey! You’re back?” she called, her voice warm but edged with nerves.

Ramesh spun around, his face lighting up as he pulled her into a hug. “What took you so long?” he asked, grinning.

“Just in the middle of a shower,” Madhuri replied smoothly, brushing damp hair from her face. “Busy day at the office.”

“Oh, I get it, honey.” Ramesh said, his excitement bubbling over as he grabbed a confetti popper from his side and yanked the string. 

“Congrats!” he shouted, confetti bursting around them. “Saw your boss’s LinkedIn post about you and immediately boarded the flight. Wanted to surprise you in person. You deserve the promotion!”

Madhuri’s smile twitched, her mind scrambling to pin down which promotion he meant. “Thanks, honey,” she said, a sly edge to her grin. “Ishaan’s been… a huge help.”

Ramesh glanced over, spotting Ishaan beside Abhi, who called out a faint, “Welcome, Papa!”

Moving inside, Ramesh clasped Ishaan’s hand, chuckling. “Looks like everything’s changed since you showed up, huh?”

Ishaan’s lips curled into a sly grin, his gaze steady, “Don’t mention it, Uncle. This is just the beginning.”

Madhuri caught the glint in Ishaan’s eyes, her smile curling with quiet understanding. She turned back and shut the door with a soft click, sealing the moment and felt a fragile peace settle, ready to navigate her with whatever came next.

(End of Chapter)

[Givemeextra]

oh ok, what does come next now that MM-SON-ISHAAN know each other?

The end or something new OR
Mom-Son - can be expanded more OR
More adventures when Hubby's in the house itself OR
Something else?

Eager to read ahead.

[Givemeextra]

Abhi caught the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, and the weight of reality hit her, he’d finished too soon, leaving her unsatisfied. She shifted away awkwardly, her movement subtle but sharp.

A sinking feeling washed over him, echoing the inadequacy he’d seen in his dad.

Instead of getting angry, she loved it

Abhi's reactions  and his weakness acknowledgements - Brutal

[Givemeextra]

Request to author-

Pls hold 2 days and then post.
Very difficult to find time to read the wonderful series of updates

.        yr):

[Munda007]

Request to author-

Pls hold 2 days and then post.
Very difficult to find time to read the wonderful series of updates

.        yr):

Dont listen to his buddy. You carry on

[Wolf wild]

Update bro

[Wolf wild]

One more story closed i guess

[Munda007]

Bring back Madhuri man. The slut has just begun and tides has to change

[Givemeextra]

As story was written earlier, author had to format and post it here. Now I think Author reached that end. 

With no updates flowing through, could be:

• New Updates taking time
  
• Author busy with something personally
  
• Worst case - story abandoned.
  

Only time will tell. 


I FEEL - now only story finished Season 1 and Season 2 to start - An still unsuspecting Dad, a Weak Son (both physically and mentally), a sexually starving Mom who has got multiple taste of forbidden/taboo acts and a hyper sexual charged atmosphere. 



Dear Author,
Pls continue.

[Givemeextra]

Hello Author,

NO update? Is this the end = Pls let us know

[Givemeextra]

Ok, Looks story finished.