Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Downstairs, Abhi sank into the bed, staring at a wall. Ishaan's smug face flashed in his mind. He'd handed his mom over to Ishaan, and the thrill of it, dark and undeniable, mixed with a gnawing dread.

Upstairs, Madhuri's smirk returned as she stared at her alt. Though he'd gone quiet, she felt the power and control.

The morning spilled soft light into the kitchen as Abhi shuffled in and sat near a table with bleary eyes. Madhuri stood at the stove, flipping dosas.

She hummed a playful tune with light movements, like some invisible weight had slipped off her shoulders. 

He watched her with her secret burning in his gut.

"Had a good sleep, Maa?" he asked with a tight voice.

She nodded, flashing a smile. "Yeah, sweetie, you?"

He shrugged, avoiding her eyes, "Me too."

The doorbell cut through the moment, sharp and sudden. Madhuri wiped her hands on a towel and opened it to Ishaan, his grin wide and unannounced.

"Hello, aunty! Abhi said you're free, thought I'd drop by," he chirped, stepping in.

His tee clung to his chest, and Madhuri blinked, caught off-guard. "Ohh hi, Ishaan, come in," she said, stepping aside, her smile polite but edged with wariness.

Abhi glared, hissing under his breath, "I didn't say that!" But Ishaan just winked, striding past like he owned the place.

"Smells like heaven again," Ishaan said entering the dining area, sniffing the air, his gaze sliding over her kurta, subtle, but hungry. "You're spoiling us."

Madhuri laughed, brushing it off. "Don't you start again. Sit, wanna have a dosa?" She plated one and handed it over, his fingers grazing hers, deliberate, slow.

"Thanks, aunty. You're too good to us," he said, his voice dipping into a thrilling edge that made her hand falter, a flicker of heat sparking in her chest. 

She hid it fast, turning back to the stove.

Abhi watched with fists clenched under the table. Ishaan's charm, his mom's flush, right before his eyes, it was too much. "We've got to complete our assignment," he blurted, standing abruptly, but Ishaan waved him off.

"Chill, bro, let me enjoy this first." He bit into the dosa, moaning loud and exaggerated. "Fuck! Oops, sorry, aunty, but this is the best thing I've tasted."

Madhuri swatted his arm, laughing despite herself. "Watch that mouth!" But her eyes lingered a beat too long, catching the flex of his biceps under her touch, and Abhi's stomach twisted.