Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri stepped out, towel clutched tight, her eyes darting to the window. She'd heard something, a scbang, a shuffle, but the room was still, her clothes untouched. She peeked through the window, but saw nothing.

Disappointment flickered; she imagined confronting him, her shy voice cracking under the weight of it, yet part of her craved the clash.

She dressed again, sliding the panties on, sticky, warm against her skin. "Last night's fault," she thought, brushing it off.

In the mirror, her reflection stared back, serene at first. Then it hit, her shyness melting, a slow burn spreading through her. The gel was waking up.

Abhi slumped in the living room, his escape too close, his breath still ragged. Her door clicked open, and she descended, radiant, her face glowing, her saree clinging tighter as she moved.

He stole glances, her thighs sharper through the fabric. His excitement coiled, dark and secret. "G.. Good morning maa.. work done?" he mumbled, forcing normalcy.

"Yes, all done," she chirped, her mood electric.

She scanned the room. "Where's Ishaan?" Abhi's eyes traced her, the panties molding to her ass as she walks by, the transparency bolder now, her curves free and unhindered. He froze, lost in it.

"I am talking to you, Abhi," she asked again, sharper, searching for him everywhere. 

"He.. hasn't come today, maa.. Told he was busy" he stammered, snapping back.