Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

She finished the curry quickly, spinning around to snatch the apple from his hand. "Go wash up, lunch is ready," she said, firm but flustered, nudging him toward the door.

Ishaan smirked wider. "Oh, my hands are dirty, been handling all kinds of things today." The double meaning hung thick, and he sauntered out, leaving her breathless.

In the living room, he smacked Abhi's head lightly, hissing, "You didn't empty the closet, idiot, almost blew it." Abhi winced, rubbing his scalp, guilt gnawing deeper as Madhuri emerged with plates.

She served the boys, their eyes tracking her, Abhi's stolen glances catching the bra's outline, the curve of her panties shaping her meaty folds through the saree as she neared him.

He savored it secretly, struggling to see her semi naked body, doing his best to imagine her without the saree, shame twisting with a dark thrill. Ishaan stared openly, casual and bold, and she caught him, her embarrassment surging as his grin widened.

She packed a small bowl of food, muttered, "Eat well, there're some parottas in the kitchen for dinner, have some work to do.. Don't forget to lock the doors before heading to bed Abhi" and fled upstairs, locking her door with a trembling hand, her chest tight with humiliation.