Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Downstairs, Abhi lay awake, his pulse racing. Her image burned in his mind, her saree clinging to her curves, the bra straps peeking through, the faint outline of her panties hugging her thick thighs.


His imagination spiraled, dark and vivid: the times he'd slipped into her room, fingers brushing her clothes, the stolen whiff of her used panties while the shower hissed in the background.

Shame gnawed at him, but the thrill pulsed stronger. He grabbed his phone, hands trembling, and texted Ishaan: "What's next?" Fear laced every word.

Ishaan's reply buzzed back fast, a cackle, "Well, well, look who's turning into a little freak for his sweet mommy." The mockery stung, sharp and relentless.

"Your screw-up yesterday left her half-covered, but don't worry, I've got a plan. She'll strip those inners off herself. Be ready tomorrow morning. I'll be at your door early." 

Abhi's stomach twisted, guilt flooding in as he pictured Ishaan's sneer, but he couldn't stop now.