Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The screen lit up with Ishaan's name, and he answered. Ishaan's voice came through, low and commanding. "Go inside. Point the camera on her."

Abhi hesitated, the darkness of the room seeming to swallow him as he pushed the door open just enough to slip inside. The faint creak of the hinges made him freeze, but Madhuri didn't stir.

He held the phone up, the camera capturing the scene as he stepped closer, his own shadow flickering across the bed.

Ishaan: "Hold your phone firm. Don’t wobble it."

Abhi angled the phone to frame his mom more clearly. She lay straight, her hands resting on her stomach, the blanket clinging to her form.

Ishaan: "Take the AC remote over there and increase the temperate slightly."

Abhi's free hand hovered over the remote on the table next to bed. He felt a pang of guilt as he pressed the button, the soft beep of the unit making him wince.

The temperature ticked up a few degrees, and within moments, Madhuri shifted slightly. A sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, and with a small murmur, she pushed the blanket off her body.

She was dressed in a chudidhar. Her leggings tight, whose fabric hugged her curves. The moonlight caught the outline of her body through the tight fabric, and Abhi's breath hitched.