Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

That night, Madhuri rushed through her chores and slipped into bed. Ramesh lazily shuffled in minutes later and collapsed beside her. 

Soon after, she quietly rose, opened the wardrobe, grabbed a dress, and crept to the guest bedroom down the hallway, locking it, unaware of Abhi’s predatory gaze tracking her every step. 

She thought hard, then changed into a green chudidhar, another college casual of her, snapped a pic in the tight churidar teasing her cleavage and covered her face with a sticker in an attempt to hide her real identity.

"See this, Mr. Devil? Reply or I'm gone," she sent with her heart pumping hard.

It was her first time sending pics online, that too for a random stranger, never even for Ramesh.

She recalled advising her female juniors at work during POSH workshops about being careful and not sending pics to unknown men online. She sank to the floor cringing, but her shame warred with the thrill.

Ishaan grinned seeing it. He saved it and pushed her more. "Bet you're alone thinking of me and touching yourself, Aren’t you?"

Madhuri read it and her hand involuntarily slipped between her thighs before she yanked it back, texting, "You're vile, stop!"

"Vile? I know you love it, bet you're soaked." Ishaan replies with a slap.

Madhuri's resolve frayed, and typed: "I told you to stop. This is atrocious!" Her alt's silence tormented her, and the dance was breaking her step by step.