Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The evening sun dipped low, casting long shadows across Madhuri's bedroom as she sat on her bed, the saree swapped for a teal chudidhar that hugged her chest and hips. The biryani lunch with Ishaan lingered in her mind, his teasing words, and that brush of his arm still tingling on her skin.

She'd locked her door again, the latch clicking loud in the silence, but it felt futile, her walls were cracking, and the stalker's silence since last night gnawed at her like a missing limb.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, DevilzMask: "Miss me yet? Bet you're squirming, all alone in that locked cage"

Her heart thudded, a mix of dread and heat flooding her. "Why doesn't he leave me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, but her fingers opened the chat, trembling.

His words hit her slow, deliberate: "Don't worry, darling. I'd portal my way through the walls, rip that chudidhar off with my hands, kiss those juicy lips till you're dizzy. You'd melt under me, begging for my tongue to taste your fire" She gasped, her breath shallow, his filth was a blade, slicing her pride, stoking her need.

She typed back, shaky: "You're no Doctor Strange, and I won't beg for anything. Leave me alone." But her desire burned, her pussy already damp, aching for the fantasy he painted.

Ishaan sprawled on his bed across town, shorts low, his cock half-hard as he grinned at her defiance. Her resistance was crumbling, he could smell it through the screen.

He typed back, pacing it out, dark and wild: "Nah.. not Doctor Strange, but your Mister Derange. I'd pin your wrists above your head, suck those fat tits till you're whining, then bury my face between your legs, slow, deep, till you're dripping down my chin. You'd scream my name, and I'd drink every drop" He sent it, leaning back, his pulse racing, her locked room was a stage, and he was directing her ruin.

Madhuri's phone buzzed, and she stared, wide-eyed, as his words sank in. Her nipples stiffened under the chudidhar, a moan catching in her throat. "Stop teasing me!!" she hissed, but her hand drifted up, cupping her breast, squeezing as heat pooled low.