Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"He's insane," she hissed, but his command sank in, daring her. shoved the terrace door open, frustration boiling over as she stepped back into the blinding sunlight. 

Her bare skin prickled beneath the saree, no bra, no panties, just the thin fabric brushing her raw curves.

Her arms twitched, itching to shield herself, but she forced them down, shoulders stiff. Each step felt eternal, slow, exposed, the breeze brushing where fabric met flesh.

She knew the neighbors could see her, their windows like silent judges. Her shapes weren't crystal clear, but the hint of her body, soft, unguarded, tightened her nipples against the cloth. 

"Why does this feel... good?" she muttered, confused, a flush creeping up her chest.

The idea of being watched publicly sparking something wild, a fantasy she didn't know slept inside her.