Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Abhi, her son, was her world, sweet, shy, and utterly dependent on her. 

The next day, he hunched over his desk in the corner of his classroom, the windows casting shadows on his chubby, boyish face. 

At 18, he was a tangle of awkward limbs and insecurities. High college was a battlefield, and he was its punching bag, too trusting, too soft, a momma's boy who'd rather hide behind mom's saree than face a fight.

His classmates mocked his stammer, his quietness, but none more than Ishaan, the bully who owned him. "Oi, Abhi, still sucking on your mom's milk?" Ishaan sneered, slamming Abhi's books off his desk.

The classroom erupted in laughter, and Abhi's cheeks burned as he scrambled to pick them up. Ishaan towered over him like a beast, 21yrs old, 6 feet of lean muscle, abs rippling under his shirt, a cocky grin splitting his face.

"You're pathetic, lil' bro," his deep voice carried a menace that made Abhi shrink.

"Look at you, straight-up scurrying like a rat. Too bad there's no hole small enough to hide your sorry self from me!"

Abhi hated him. Hated how Ishaan's words stuck. 

But he couldn't fight back. Ishaan was everything he wasn't, confident, handsome, the guy girls giggled over in the halls.

His 9-inch dick was a legend whispered about in the locker room, a weapon he wielded with charisma that left Abhi feeling smaller than ever. And yet, Ishaan kept him close, like a puppet on a string.

"But, you're my buddy anyways," he'd say, slinging an arm around Abhi's shoulders, his grip too tight to be friendly, prompting an awkward smile from Abhi. “Hehe.. yeah,” Abhi mumbled.

Ishaan sprawled on Abhi's desk, flipping through a text book while Abhi sat stiffly. "Your mom’s getting home soon today?" Ishaan asked casually, his tone laced with something Abhi couldn't place.

"Huh...? maybe idk, she'll be busy at work," Abhi mumbled, eyes darting outside the window. He didn't know why Ishaan cared. He didn't want to know.

But Ishaan knew plenty. He'd seen her last week when she'd dropped off Abhi's lunch.

Her lips glistened with gloss as she scolded Abhi gently, "Sweetie, your grades are falling bad, you need to study hard and turn this around!"

Ishaan's dick twitched right there in the high college courtyard. 

She was looking ripe, untouched, begging to be ruined. Milfs were his kink, and Madhuri? She was the jackpot.

He glanced at Abhi "Tell me," Ishaan said, smirking. "Your mom. What do you like about her?"

Abhi blinked, confused, "My mom..? I mean she.. she’s a nice woman, cooks good food. Why?"

Ishaan leaned forward, eyes glinting, "Just curious. Bet she's good at farming too."

Abhi squirmed, a flicker of confusion, "Huh?"

Ishaan grinned and laughed replying "You're like a glitch in a game nobody plays Abhi, you wouldn't understand it." 

Abhi hated how he twisted it. "You're lucky, Abhi," Ishaan said, clapping him on the back. "Having a mom like that? Damn!" Abhi forced a smile, but something felt off. Ishaan's laugh echoed in the room. Abhi didn't know it yet, but his cage was locked, and Ishaan held the key.