Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Saturday morning crept over Hyderabad, the sky a dull gray promising rain, but inside Madhuri's locked bedroom, the air was thick with her restless heat. She hadn't slept, her voice note from last night, played on a loop in her skull, his reply, "KPHB colony parking lot, 8 PM", a ticking bomb she couldn't defuse.

The chudidhar lay crumpled on the floor, replaced by a black kurta, her body straining the fabric as she paced. Her phone sat silent, no texts since his ultimatum, and the void clawed at her, her volcano simmering, threatening to spill.

Downstairs, Ishaan lounged on the couch, invited by Abhi under the guise of "hanging out".

He wore a snug gray tank, his abs flexing as he sprawled, his eyes tracking Madhuri when she descended for water. "Morning, aunty, any fun plans for the weekend?" he asked, voice smooth, a glint in his gaze.

She froze, glass in hand, his friendly tone a mask she couldn't trust after yesterday's flirt. 

"Nothing," she muttered, avoiding his eyes, but her pulse raced, his presence felt too deliberate.

"You look tense, aunty, something bothering you?" he pressed, leaning forward, his grin teasing, innocent yet sharp.

"Why do you care so much?" she snapped, sharper than intended, and turned to the sink, her hips swaying under the kurta. Ishaan smirked, catching Abhi's eye.

Abhi stammered, "Yeah, maa, you've been... quiet. Everything okay?"

Madhuri glared, "I'm fine, both of you, stop fussing"

But Ishaan stood, stretching, his tank riding up to flash his abs. "You're too pretty to be stressed, aunty. How could we not care?" he said, low and warm, his gaze lingering on her curves.

Her breath hitched, nipples hardening, and she fled upstairs, his friendly mask stoking her suspicion, and her need.