Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan: "Good. Do it again."

Abhi hesitated but pressed the button again, the room growing warmer. Madhuri stirred once more, her body reacting to the heat.

She let out a soft sigh, her hands unbuttoning her top for comfort, stretching above her head as if seeking relief, her chest pushing upward in the process. 

The tight chudidhar top clung to her skin, and the leggings revealed her curves even more.

Abhi's hand shook but tried his best to keep the camera steady, a mix of fear and something else stirring in his chest.

Ishaan: "Now, get close to her."

Abhi's legs felt like lead as he stepped nearer, the camera capturing Madhuri's sleeping form up close.

He could see the faint flush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted slightly with each breath.

He felt like he was crossing a line he could never uncross, and Ishaan's silent gaze through the screen made it all more real.

Ishaan: "Now, smell her armpits."

The command made Abhi's stomach lurch, "What? No... Why would I-" he whispered softly.

"Don't question back doofus. Else your mom will know about the pics you clicked," Ishaan cut him his tone left no room for refusal and Abhi shook hearing it. He knew this day would come some day. The blackmail is now his nightmare.