Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)
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That night, Abhi sat on his bed, phone in hand, staring at the door to his room. Down the hall, Madhuri's voice floated, soft, scolding Ramesh about bills. 

But Ishaan's message echoed louder. "Go watch her". Abhi's fingers hovered over his door knob, a traitor's tremble in them. 

He peeked out to see his mom and typed, "She's in her nightie, yelling at Dad." He hit send, heart pounding, and waited for the shadow to grow.

Madhuri leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of water in her hand, the coolness grounding her after a pointless argument with her husband. 

"Ramesh, you don't know anything about spending smart," she snapped at him, frustrated by his latest splurge on a tacky watch he'd never wear.

Ramesh just grunted, retreating to the TV. She sighed, sipping the water, her nightie, soft and loose, brushed her thighs as she moved, a smooth contrast against the tight sarees and office pants she wore outside.

Ishaan's reply came fast: "Nightie huh.. What else?" Abhi's palms sweated, guilt clawing at him. But he couldn't stop.

Abhi peeked out again, phone clutched tight, his breath shallow.

He watched his mom stretch her arms, turning her back towards him, the fabric pulling tight over her breasts, her melons and ass outlined for a second.

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His mouth went dry, noticing how the cloth hugged her curves, a shameful jolt shooting through him. She was beautiful, always had been, but now it felt different and wrong.

He closed the door, typing with fingers shaking, "Nothing, she looks tired." 

Ishaan's response buzzed back: "She's prolly pent-up with that greybeard. Now, go check her room, see if she’s got any secrets."

Abhi's heart thudded. "Secrets? Mom doesn't have any secrets," he whispered to himself. She was pure and perfect, the one who kissed his forehead when he came home crying after the locker prank last week. But Ishaan's words were like a worm, burrowing slowly, and Abhi couldn't unhear them.

Madhuri set the glass down, oblivious, and padded toward her bedroom. She paused at Abhi's door, knocking lightly. "Get to bed early, okay?" she called.

Abhi scrambled to hide his phone, cracking the door open. "Y-Yes, maa," he said, forcing a smile.

She smiled back, warm and trusting, then disappeared to her bedroom.

He waited, counting the minutes, until the house settled into silence. Then, he slowly crept to the door of his parent's bedroom above. It was slightly open, the glow of her bedside lamp spilling out.

Madhuri sat on the bed, brushing her hair, her nightie slipping off one shoulder. Ramesh snored beside her. Abhi's breath hitched as she looked lonely and vulnerable. Her fingers lingered at her collarbone, tracing it absently, and for a moment, her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting in a faint sigh.

"Was this what Ishaan meant?" Abhi's mind spun, a mix of awe and dread.

He texted: "I can't enter the room Ishaan." 

Ishaan's reply: "Dude, come on. Even a jellyfish has more spine than you."

Abhi trembles and replies: "Man, but I can't.. Dad's asleep but she's awake brushing her hair. And.. she looks... sad? idk." 

Ishaan replied instantly: "Ah! That's a good sign. Means she's hungry for more. Keep watching. You're doing great."

"No, I'm heading to bed," Abhi replied and sank against the wall, phone trembling in his hand. He didn't want to be great at this, didn't want to see her as anything but his mother. But the crack had formed, small, irreversible, and Ishaan was prying it wide open.

Back in his room, Abhi curled under his blanket, the image of his mom's sigh burned into him. In her bedroom, Madhuri lay awake on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her body restless in a way she refused to name. Neither knew the other's turmoil, nor the shadow orchestrating it from afar.
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Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire) - by Steel - 17-09-2025, 04:03 PM
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