Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The next day, she couldn't stop. A hunger she'd never known clawing at her, wondering what else he could unleash. The house was quiet, her old phone warmed her hands, buzzing with restless need.

She wanted him, but didn't want to reveal her identity, "Good morning, handsome. Sorry for suddenly going offline yesterday, you got anymore secrets to spill?" she sent via her alt. Ishaan lounged in his room, phone lighting up. He smirked, she played sweet, but he smelled her need, her nudge back to their filth.

He typed, then paused. He pressed call instead and Madhuri's phone vibrated.

Her stomach dropped, a yelp escaping as she fumbled, cutting it dead. "What is he doing?" she gasped, panic flaring.

She grabbed both phones, darting to the old bookstore room, far from her husband's ears. She cracked the door, locked it, and sank onto the bed cross-legged, heart racing.

It rang again, insistent. She hesitated, breath shallow, then lifted it to her ear, voice a whisper. "H-Hello? Why'd you call?"

Ishaan's chuckle was smooth in her ear. "Hey, velvet. Texting's too slow, wanted to hear you. But, you sound nervous, what's up?"

She clutched the phone, his voice rough, manly and it made her fumble. "Nervous? No, just... surprised. I don't... don't do calls. What do you want?" she stammered, clinging to her act.

He grinned, catching every tremble. "What do I want? You were texting me just before if I got more secrets. Matter of fact, I do." Her cheeks burned, his tease dragging her back to their flood. His deep voice felt familiar.