Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Her phone buzzed again, and she snatched it up, her fingers trembling. Another thirst trap: his shirtless torso, sweat gleaming on tight muscle, a smirk just out of frame.

Her breath caught. She wanted him, badly. She pressed her thighs together, fighting it, but the gel pulsed in her blood, unraveling her control.

His next text popped up: "Send me a pic in that saree. You know I've been dying to see it." Her heart thudded, a mix of shame and thrill.

She stood, swaying to the mirror, the saree clinging to her like a second skin, her bra straps sharp, her panties tracing every curve.

She angled the phone, pouted her lips soft and needy, and snapped the shot. Her transparent body stared back from the screen, vulnerable, daring. She hit send before she could think twice.

Ishaan, sprawled on his bed, grinned wide as the photo loaded. "Oh, damn," he muttered, saving it to his stash. His fingers flew: "Look at you, mommy, too hot to handle."

He leaned into it, typing fast. "Wanna peel that dress off completely."

Madhuri's phone buzzed, and she bit her lip looking at the word "mommy", someone younger, more bolder than her, heat flooding her cheeks. "Stop calling me that," she typed back.

She waited for his reply but couldn't wait any longer. Her thumbs betrayed her. "Hey Stalker? are you there? Listen, I want to see you again... naked," she typed, hesitating, then sent.

A few more minutes later, "I need that feeling back, the one you took away last time." Her words spilled out, raw and desperate. "Please, I'm begging you."