Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

That night, after dinner, she locked her bedroom door, Ramesh asleep on a couch in the living room, oblivious. She was wired, the day's tension coiled tight.

A purple scarf tied over her face, covering all but her eyes, her breath shaky as she adjusted it, waiting, craving. Her alt buzzed, DevilzMask, video call. Her heart leaped.

She answered, finger over the camera, hesitant. His screen lit up, neck down, shirtless, muscles tense. "Hey partner, you've got me all worked up. Let me see you, been waiting all day," his manly, rough voice broke the silence, flirty, warm, edged with hunger.

She exhaled, his tone melting her fear. She slid her finger off, tilting the phone, scarf in place, one hand covering her boobs, eyes wide above the fabric. "I... I'm here. Like this, okay? Don't laugh, I'm nervous," she quivered, a mess of arousal and dread.

Ishaan chuckled low, seeing the scarf, her hand, her nervous glint. Her screen glowed, wide chest, abs, waistband of his trunks.

"You look hot, babe. No laughing, just hard as hell for you. Move that hand a little, gimme a peek," he urged.

Her breath hitched, his compliment eased her, but his request jolted. She hesitated, then lowered her hand, the tops of her breasts peeked, nipples barely hidden.

"Like... this? I've never done this. Don't push too much," she whispered, eyes darting, arousal overtaking fear. She was teasing, shy, giving in, he had her, live. He shifted, camera catching his hand slipping into his trunks.