Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Back in his room, Ishaan leaned against the wall near the shower in his bathroom, wearing tight trunks. One leg bent casually, hips tilted, his broad shoulders flexed as his hand rested low on his waist pulling his trunks down.

His thick, rigid cock pressed hard against the fabric. He angled his phone, snapping the shot, and sent it to her main.

"Do you see why I'm insane? My baby boo, bet you're drooling now," he typed, the image a dare, raw and unfiltered.

Madhuri's phone buzzed. She swiped it open, eyes locking on the photo. A sharp breath caught in her throat, lips parting as heat surged through her like wildfire.

His pose with muscular legs, trunks hugging that bulge, dared her to look closer. "G0d damn! He's packed! and he's not even hard." she whispered, fingers trembling, caught between shock and a craving she couldn't shake.

Her skin tingled, imagining the heat so close she could feel it. She typed, acting furious. "I’m married! Delete all this filth!" she sent, her hands reaching places where it shouldn’t.

Suddenly, her manager's voice broke through, "Madhuri, why are you off by yourself? Come, the new VP of Sales wants to meet you." 

Startled, Madhuri snapped the chat shut, stood up quickly, and replied, "Just getting some air, I’ll be there." She stuffed her old phone into her bag and mingled at the event, but her thoughts kept drifting to that image amidst those senior executives.