Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The next day evening, Abhi sat cross-legged on the living room floor, a math textbook open in front of him, next to the assignment papers, but his eyes kept drifting. 

Madhuri bustled in the kitchen, her kurta swishing as she chopped onions for dinner while humming a tune from an old movie.

Ishaan's text from last night buzzed in his mind: "Keep watching, . You're doing great." Abhi's stomach churned every time he thought about it.

He'd crossed a line, spying on his mom, texting Ishaan like some creep. But the more he tried to shove it away, the more it stuck.

He glanced at her again, catching the way her dupatta slipped, revealing the curve of her neck. His breath hitched, and he dug his fingers into the textbook, tearing a corner of the page.

"Abhi, done with your assignment?" Madhuri called, not turning around, her knife slicing through the onions with rhythmic thwacks.

Abhi jolted, guilt flooding him. "Almost, maa," he lied, his voice cracking.

She laughed, a warm, easy sound, and shook her head. "Don't be late, your father will nag me if you fail again," She wiped her hands on a towel, turning to face him, and Abhi dropped his gaze fast, pretending to scribble an equation.

Her footsteps padded closer, and he felt her shadow fall over him. "What? So serious today?" she teased, crouching beside him. Her perfume, rose and something earthy, hit him, and he froze, hyper-aware of her closeness.

The tight leggings hugged her thighs, her bust pressing against the fabric as she leaned in to check his work. "This is wrong," she said, tapping the page. "Add here and multiply there. Focus!"

Abhi nodded mutely, but as she stood, brushing his hair back with a fond smile, his eyes betrayed him, flicking to the sway of her hips as she walked away. His dick twitched, faint but undeniable, and he slammed the book shut, horrified.

His phone vibrated under his leg, Ishaan. "What's she up to now?" Abhi's hands shook as he typed, each word a betrayal: "Nothing, She’s just cooking in the kitchen." He hit send, then stuffed the phone in his pocket, hating how it felt like a leash. Ishaan's reply came quick: "That’s boring. Dig deeper, bro. Find out the dirt."

Abhi squeezed his eyes shut, willing the words to vanish. "Dirt? There's no dirt. My mom is perfect," he told himself. But was she? Last night's sigh, the way she'd touched her collarbone, flashed in his mind. He'd never seen her like that before, unguarded, almost... needy.

He shook his head, trying to erase it, but Ishaan's voice was louder, a devil on his shoulder. Abhi grabbed his pencil, snapping it in half, the crack echoing in the quiet room. Madhuri glanced over, frowning. "What's that noise?" she asked with concern.

"Nothing," he mumbled, scrambling to his feet. "I'll finish in my room" He fled, heart pounding, leaving her puzzled.