Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

He grinned, shaky but earnest. "I won't be scared with you here, Maa, you're too sweet for that. Besides, the ladder's wobbly. I'll hold it steady." A lie, but it spilled out smooth.

Her cheeks warmed at his words, his care piercing through her unease. "Oh, you..." she sighed, flattered but wary. She didn't want him close, not like this, not now, but his pleading eyes won.

"Fine," she relented, climbing onto the ladder with a cleaning brush. "Just hold it, and keep your eyes down, okay?"

"Yeah, got it," he mumbled, gripping the ladder with trembling hands. It didn't wobble, solid as stone, but he held tight anyway, anchoring himself beneath her.

She stretched up, brushing at the web, her focus on the ceiling. 

His gaze, though, drifted. Slow, guilty, it climbed, her bare feet, her knees, her thighs, and her ass, the saree clinging tight.

No panties, no bra, just her shapes, sharp and raw under the dim light. His breath hitched, mind flashing to nights when Ishaan made him crept into her room, fingers grazing her sleeping form.

Higher still, her waist curved into view, then her boobs shifting free under the blouse, nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric.

He swallowed, imagining her stripped bare, the image searing into him. She was oblivious, muttering, "You've got to keep this room neat, Abhi, spiders love a mess like this."

Her voice snapped him half-back, and she tilted her head down mid-sentence. He jerked his eyes to the floor, heart slamming against his ribs. "Ye-yeah, Maa, I will," he stammered, the picture of her still blazing in his skull.