Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

That night, Abhi's impatience cracked. "What's the reward? Been waiting all day," he texted Ishaan. The reply lagged, stretching his nerves thin.

"Why you so busy today?" he added.

Ishaan finally answered: "Was at the high college, man."

Abhi frowned. "High college? Why?

Ishaan's grin bled through the screen: "Had a long private sesh with Mrs. Sherley, the dean."

Abhi blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"

Ishaan's next text hit like a punch: "How'd you think we got these long holidays? She wanted favors, I delivered, right there in her office."

Abhi's jaw dropped, his mind reeling. Mrs. Sherley, prim, stern, suddenly clicked: the way she'd eyed Ishaan before they'd left college. 

"No way," he whispered, texting: "Why'd you tell me that? Should've lied, I can't unsee it now!"

Ishaan fired back: "What's the big deal? You're a cuck, thought you'd get a kick out of it." Abhi clenched his fists, guilt surging as the day crashed back, his mom, the ladder, her bare skin. He stared at the screen, trapped in the mess of it all, Ishaan's mocking laughter echoing in his head.

Abhi's phone buzzed late, Ishaan's text slicing through the quiet: "Oh yeah, you wanted a reward, right? How about seeing your mom stark naked?" Abhi jolted upright, heart slamming against his ribs.

He'd been haunted by her in that saree, every curve teasing his imagination, and a clear shot of her bare? It'd fill every gap his mind couldn't. "Please, dude, I need that," he texted, hands trembling with want.