Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Downstairs, Abhi ripped off his headphones, her sounds seeping through the floor, sharp, desperate. Ishaan's dare last night burned in his skull.

He texted fast, "She's losing it all, Ishaan, are you texting her? Or what? Dad might wake up."

Ishaan smiled mid-call, imagining Abhi's shock. "Go peek in her room and thank me later. After all, isn't this what you wanted? Cuckson," he replied, dark glee threading his words.

Abhi stood, anger flaring, teeth gritted, half-erect bulge straining. "Did he just say cu.. cuckson?" he gasped, shaking his head, guilt crashing into awe.

He crept upstairs, her door locked. He leaned against it and her moans hit clear. 

"Please... ummm... Aahh..." His dick hardened, awe drowning guilt.

Madhuri's bedroom was thick with heat and sin, her nude body knelt on the bed, slick with sweat, the scarf loose over her mouth, masking her face but baring her soul.

"Fuck, you're killing me, slut, beg harder," he growled, slowing his strokes, tormenting her.

"Please, master, I can't, I need it now!" she sobbed, voice wrecked, scarf dangling, body quaking, offering everything.