Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan kicked back on the bleachers at high college. 

His coach, well versed in his antics with girls, sat nearby, blowing his whistle and shouting directions to the players below.

Ishaan scrolled her main, her last text made him laugh.

The coach, catching a glimpse of the text, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Hey, who's this new chick you’re messing with now?"

"Oh, Aunty, you're fucked," he muttered, typing back to her main, "You want to report me? Go ahead, I'd still dream of those lips, sucking me dry."

He sent it, his dick twitching at the filth, knowing she'd read it, fume, and secretly melt, whereas Abhi sat in the classroom, head down, sketching useless circles in his notebook.

After the meeting, Madhuri paced her office. Her main buzzed, and she gasped, "Eww!"

She tossed the phone aside, but her pussy clenched, insistent, betraying her. She wanted him on her alt, where she could say anything without consequences, not her main, where she felt exposed.