Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"Did she notice?" Doubt gnawed at him, but her tone stayed steady.

"Alright, I think that's it," she said, stepping down, brushing her hands. "No spider, just dust." She adjusted her saree, avoiding his gaze, her own tension simmering beneath the surface. "Let's go, I need some air."

Abhi nodded fast, forcing a smile. "Yeah.. It probably escaped the room.. Thanks, Maa," he croaked, trailing her out, the ladder abandoned, his secret still teetering on the edge of exposure.

Abhi's hands shook as he fumbled with his phone, the rush still buzzing in his veins. He had to tell Ishaan, couldn't keep it in.

"Ishaan, I saw her without inners in that saree... up close, your plan worked!" he texted, thumbs flying. "The spider thing I came up with worked, she was right there above me" His chest tightened, excitement spilling over as he relived it: her bare shapes, the ladder, her voice.

Ishaan's reply buzzed back fast. "You cheeky little bastard! Taking your own decisions, huh? How'd you like her up close?"

Abhi hesitated, his fingers hovering. "That was so unintentional.. Things just fell in place.. Don't tell anyone, okay?" he typed, slow and careful.

He didn't want his secret out, but Ishaan, he'd earned it, hadn't he? Ishaan's next text rolled in, sharp and gleeful: "Knew it, you're a fine cuck son! All your moves got her there, wait till you see what's next." A grin stretched across Ishaan's face as he typed, savoring the taunt.

Abhi sank into the couch, shame flooding him, guilt clawing at his gut, but that thrill, sharp and dark, wouldn't fade. Her closeness had been heaven, a stolen moment, and right or wrong didn't matter anymore. "When you coming over?" he texted, voice trembling in his head, eager for more.