Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Her face fell, a flicker of disappointment breaking through. "Oh... I see," She straightened and murmured trying to play the mother, but the gel hummed louder in her veins, tugging at her edges.

She turned, climbing the stairs, her hips swaying with a new looseness. Abhi watched, transfixed, shame and desire warring inside him.

In her room, she locked the door, grabbed her phone, and fired off a text to DevilzMask: "I'm stuck in here all day because of you."

Ishaan stood in Ms. Sherley's balcony across the town. His reply buzzed back, teasing, unrelenting: "I know what you'd do if you went out, gorgeous."

She bristled, caught, but her pride wouldn't bend. He pushed harder: "Bet you're squirming already." The gel surged, her body heating, her thoughts tangling around him, his voice, his games.

Lust crept in, slow and thick, pulling her under his grip.

Madhuri sat locked in her room, the air heavy with her own heartbeat. His words, DevilzMask's taunts, swirled in her head, every memory of his voice, his boldness, crashing together like a fever dream.