Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri stood in her bedroom that night, the coral saree pooled on the floor, her reflection stark in the mirror. She'd changed into a nightie, black, silky, a rare indulgence, and traced her fingers along her collarbone, replaying Ishaan's visit.

His boldness, offering to carry her bag and touching her, flexing abs like some hero, should've annoyed her. But it didn't. It stirred her, a ripple in the calm she'd clung to for years. "He's just a teenager... yet his confidence, his eyes, his body... they didn't feel like that," she thought.

Downstairs, Abhi paced the living room, he'd seen it, her flush, her laugh, the way she'd looked at Ishaan's abs. It wasn't just nice. It was something else, something that made his stomach churn and weirdly his dick twitch, a betrayal he couldn't face.

His phone buzzed, Ishaan: "Show me what she's doing."

Abhi's breath hitched, "I'm an idiot, swear to G0d, I might as well carve my own tombstone." He crept upstairs, the house creaking under him, and paused at her door.

It was ajar, the mirror angled just right, he saw her, nightie slipping off one shoulder, slightly showing off her cleavage, her hand sliding down her neck, eyes half-closed, her dress revealing one of her thighs.

His mouth went dry, a jolt shooting through him, shame, thrill, a mix he couldn't untangle.

She was lost in her own world, and he fumbled his phone, snapping a blurry shot before bolting back downstairs.

He sent it, hands shaking: "Here. Don't ask anymore."

Ishaan's response was a firebomb: "Damn! she's looking like a slut waiting to break."

"Congrats, dummy, you didn't screw it up, miracles do happen after all."

Abhi deleted it, curling into the couch, the image seared into him, his mom, vulnerable, alive in a way he'd never seen. He hated Ishaan, hated himself, but the thrill lingered, dark and addictive.

Upstairs, Madhuri caught a shadow in the mirror, a flicker, gone fast, and froze, heart pounding.

"Who's there?" she whispered, but the room was empty.

She locked the door, but the crack was widening, her pride splintering under eyes she couldn't see.

Across town, Ishaan grinned at the photo, stroking himself through his shorts. Madhuri was crumbling, faster than he'd hoped.