Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)
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"Madhuri, your saree that day was stunning!" Mrs. Sharma gushed, stepping inside.

"All the men at the reception were staring, one guy even asked me for your number. Ramesh is so lucky!" Madhuri laughed, brushing it off.

"Stop, you're too much!" she said, but her cheeks flushed, a flicker of pride in her eyes. Abhi watched from the stairs, unseen, the words sinking in.

"Ishaan wasn't wrong. Even Mrs. Sharma saw it." he thought, slipping back to his room, texting Ishaan. 

"You know what? The Neighbor auntie just came. I heard her tell my mom that men were staring at her in the reception, and she couldn't stop smiling."

Ishaan lounged on the high college bleachers that afternoon, a cricket bat balanced across his knees, the sun beating down on his bare shoulders. 

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His reply was instant: "Fuck yeah, bro. I knew your mom was a slut inside, they love all the attention they get."

Abhi flinched, the word, slut, jarring against his mom's image. 

But the flush on her cheeks, the way she'd stood a little taller at Mrs. Sharma's words stuck with him.

His fingers shook as he typed, fury and fear twisting in his chest. "Stop it, Ishaan. You're crossing the line. I'm only doing this because of our deal. You need to back off now."

Ishaan's reply dripped with mockery. "Oh, please, Abhi. Not everyone's a gutless loser like you, backing off at the first sign of trouble. If you had any balls, you'd have found something juicy in your mom's room by now."

Abhi's throat tightened. "I checked her room thoroughly. There's nothing there," he texted, his heart pounding. 

The lie burned, he couldn't mention the adult magazine he saw that night, its provocative cover flashing in his mind. Admitting it would only fuel Ishaan’s vile accusations, and as her son, he couldn’t betray her like that.

Ishaan's response was instant: "Nothing? Sure, kid. If you can't find it, I will."

Abhi's fingers froze over the screen, panic rising. "What?" he typed, faltering.

"Yeah," Ishaan shot back. "I'll swing by at 5 this evening. Be ready."

"No!" Abhi typed frantically. "Don't come here, please!"

Ishaan's words dripped with menace. "I've given you enough chances, kid. Tell your mom I'm coming. You don't want her caught off guard, do you? Oh, and tell her to whip up something tasty for me. See you."

Downstairs, Madhuri sent her off with a smile, closing the door and leaning against it. The compliment lingered, warming her. She shook her head, muttering, "Silly brain!," and returned to the kitchen, oblivious to Abhi's eyes.

Panic gripped Abhi, his legs felt heavy as he shuffled downstairs to the kitchen, where Madhuri was whisking batter, the aroma of spices filling the air. "Mom," he mumbled, voice barely steady, "uhh… Ishaan's coming over this evening. To… work on assignments."

Madhuri glanced up, smiling warmly, oblivious to the threat. "Okay, sweetie. I'll make something nice for you boys then."

Abhi was breaking, Madhuri was teetering. And the rose, whoever sent it, looming patiently for the devil to claim her innocence and turn to his advantage.

Cricket practice was over, but Ishaan stayed, scrolling through Madhuri's photo on his phone. "What a fucking prize you are! Curves begging to be grabbed, lips curling to moan." he murmured with  a slow grin spreading across his face.

He stood, stretching, his shadow long and sharp against the field, "Time to tighten the web."

The threads were in place, and Chapter 1 was just the start.
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Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire) - by Steel - 17-09-2025, 04:03 PM
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