Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Morning broke, gray and quiet. Ishaan slipped by Abhi's house before the sun fully rose, his grin wicked as he handed over a small vial of clear gel. "This'll crank her up, healthy stuff, don't worry. Spread it on her panties. She won't know what hit her."

Abhi's hands shook as he took it, the plan sinking in, Ishaan's bullying loomed like a shadow, and he nodded, too scared to back out. Ishaan left with a laugh, and Abhi stood there, heart pounding.

Upstairs, Madhuri stirred, her dreams fading into the dull ache of reality. She shuffled to her wardrobe, half-hoping the stalker had slipped her clothes back, some twisted gift, but it was empty of his touch.

With a sigh, she shed her saree, her blouse, her panties, everything pooling on the bed. She grabbed a towel, glaring at the locked window as she headed to the bathroom, the shower's steam a brief escape.

Abhi crept in again, quieter than before, the spare key cold in his hand. Ishaan's plan pulsed in his skull. He edged toward her bed, her discarded panties lying there like a dare.

His fingers fumbled with the vial, popping it open, and he smeared the gel along the crotch, thin, even, invisible. His breath hitched; "What am I even doing?" he couldn't believe how he is playing Ishaan's puppet, but his voice drowned out Abhi's conscience.

He pocketed the vial, darted to the window, locked tight from last night, and froze as the shower cut off. Hearing footsteps, he bolted, slipping out just as the bathroom door creaked open.