Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Time stopped, both of them caught, her desperate to hide her nakedness beneath the saree, him scrambling for an excuse to escape.

"Abhi?" Her voice cracked, high and tight, as she yanked the pallu higher, shielding her hardened nipples.

"What's wrong, sweetie? You look so tense." She forced a casual tone, her eyes locked on his face, praying he wouldn't glance down.

He stared back, fear and thrill flickering in his gaze, words tripping over themselves.

"I-I..." His peripheral vision betrayed him, her bare silhouette, the saree clinging where inners should've been.

He stepped closer, unthinking, drawn in, his breath shallow. "I was... uh..."

She cut in, desperate to keep his eyes up. "Were you looking for me?" Her hands fumbled, adjusting the fabric, pretending normalcy even as her heart raced.

"Ye-yes... I mean, no, I..." He swallowed hard, his mind blanking.

She was different, off, unguarded, and he felt it, the shift in her. His body moved before his brain caught up, closing the gap.

Madhuri's pulse spiked as he neared, her arms twitching to cover more. "Do you need any help, sweetie?" she pressed, her voice softer now, maternal instinct kicking in despite her panic.

She clocked his tension, mistaking it for something innocent.