Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

He feared his mom as much as he loved her, "She'll kill me if she finds out I've started all this," he thought and leaned in, his face inches from her outstretched arm, the camera still angled to show the scene. 

The scent was faint, floral, mixed with the musk of her earlier arousal from the night's events. It wasn't unpleasant, and that realization sent a shiver down his spine. He pulled back quickly, his face burning.

Ishaan: "Good. Now, move your hand from her neck to her toes without touching her. The gap shouldn't be more than a centimeter. Keep it slow, let me see."

Abhi swallowed, his free hand trembled as he hovered it just above Madhuri's skin, starting at her neck.

His fingers traced the air above her collarbone, then down toward her chest. As his hand hovered near her breasts, the tight fabric made the shapes unmistakable, Ishaan's voice cut through.

Ishaan: "Wait. Look at that loser, your fingers are so close to your mom's perky nipples." Abhi's breath caught in his throat, his hand frozen in place.

"I'm sure they'd get hard as fuck if you just brushed 'em." Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stared down at Madhuri's sleeping form, the outline of her nipples faintly visible through the fabric.

A rush of heat surged through him, uncontrollable and wild, but he clenched his fingers tight, refusing to let them touch her.

Ishaan: "Keep going."

Abhi's hand continued its descent, hovering over her stomach, then reaching her waist. The leggings clung to her like a second skin, outlining every curve.