Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

At home that night, she broke, grabbing a bra from her drawer, snapping it against her skin. 

"Hit me up! You never know what you might run into," she clicked it in the bedroom's attached bathroom, and sent via ShyVelvet.

Ishaan lounged on his couch, and laughed at the irony. He ignored it, let her drown in it, and replied her main: "Filth? Tell me you're not touching yourself to that pic right now." 

"Eww! You're a monster, stop!" she texted back. 

The night descended like a fever and Madhuri locked the door of her bedroom, Ramesh’s  out late with colleagues, Abhi downstairs lost in his headphones. 

She read the chat again, "Touching yourself?", and she moaned low while her left hand slipped between her legs and the right hand scrolling up the chat .

His thirst traps looked manly and menacing like a promise Ramesh could never match. She spread her legs slightly, as her fingers brushed her pussy lips over her jeans. 

But her alt's silence mocked her and she stopped.

She stood before her mirror, changed into black satin nightie, short but daring, a secret she'd bought years ago for Ramesh, but never worn. Her phones glowed on the dresser, as she trembled, caught between rage and a nameless need.

Her reflection showed a woman undone, nipples hard under satin, eyes wild with want. She grabbed her alt and looked at her pleas.

She'd begged, and gotten nothing, while her main drowned in his filth.