Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"You two ganging up on me now?" she laughed, but Ishaan stepped closer, brushing her arm as he reached for a glass.

"Not ganging up, just appreciating, aunty. A woman like you'd make every guy jealous of uncle," he said, low and deliberate, his fingers lingering on the counter near her hand.

Her breath caught, his words a mirror to the stalker's heat, slow, seductive, sinking in. "Enough talk, go sit," she snapped, turning away, but her nipples hardened under her blouse, her body a traitor.

Ishaan smirked, catching Abhi's eye, a subtle nod passing between them. "Uh, Maa, can we help? You've been doing so much," Abhi mumbled, flustered. Madhuri waved a hand. "Fine, stir the rice, Ishaan. Don't ruin it. You cut the tomatoes sweetie."

He moved beside her, too close, his arm grazing her saree as he stirred, his voice low, dropping: "I'm careful with precious things, aunty, wouldn't ruin a masterpiece like this"

Madhuri froze, his breath warm, the double meaning slicing through making her blush. "What, ?" she hissed, stepping back, but her pussy clenched. Abhi watched from the corner table of the kitchen, his dick twitching in his shorts.

"You okay, aunty? Looking flushed, need a breeze?" Ishaan pressed, eyes locking hers, bold and unyielding.

She glared, "I'm fine, focus on the rice," but her voice wavered, her mind screaming, "Is it him?", as his friendly flirt stoked the volcano he'd already lit.

Upstairs, DevilzMask's next move brewed, Ishaan's real play masked, her locked room no match for the desire he was unraveling.

Abhi acts busy cutting tomatoes, pretending not to hear, his thrill spiking and Madhuri's crumbling walls were his front-row seat.