Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The afternoon dragged on, the clock's ticking, but no text from the stalker again.

The humidity soaking Madhuri's kurta top as she stood by her bedroom window, curtains half-open, her thighs bare against the glass.

She searched for the key she threw before deep under the dresser, pulled aside the curtains on impulse, unlocked the windows and opened them wide. A silent dare, hoping the stalker was watching, but the chat stayed dead since his morning tease.

"What are you doing leaving me like this?" she murmured, her voice thick with frustration, her body a live wire begging for his spark.

Downstairs, Ishaan laughed with Abhi, his voice drifting up, "Aunty's jumpy today, huh?", and her suspicion flared.

"Was it him?" She couldn't tell, but her need didn't care.

Her phone buzzed, DevilzMask: "How did the windows open by themselves? Must be some sorcery."

He added "I sense someone's hoping I'd crawl up that window and get'em." Her heart slammed, his timing uncanny.

His next words oozed passion: "Sure, I'd climb up, crash through that glass, pin you to the wall, kiss that neck till you're trembling. Rip that dress off, wrap your legs around me, thrust so deep you'd feel me in your soul."

She moaned, loud and raw, her hand diving between her thighs, rubbing her pussy hard. "But!.." he replied again, adding "... only if you come and meet me tonight."

He's thirst trap flashed, him flexing, shorts tight, a smirk that owned her, and her fingers circled her clit, her other hand yanking the kurta up to knead her breast.

She hit record, her voice breaking, husky with surrender: "I can't fight it anymore, your touch, your body... I want it on me, in me. I'll be there, all yours. Please, come take me." She sent it, her juicy lips quivering, she'd begged with no shame, just raw, wild Madhuri, cracked wide open.

He growled hearing the voice note, that evil, naughty smile spreading, her surrender was his trophy, her pride dust. He typed back, slow and dark: "My slutty little queen, finally mine. KPHB colony, 8 PM, parking lot, be there, or I vanish."

He ended the chat, and Madhuri stared at his reply, her voice note a ghost she couldn't recall, his ultimatum a noose, "Be there, or I vanish" "I'm an idiot," she gasped, panic crashing in, and she typed: "No, wait, I was wrong, don't make me!"

But he didn't answer, the chat cold, and her chest tightened. She sank to the floor, her surrender a weight she couldn't lift.

Abhi, downstairs, caught Ishaan's grin as he said: "She's done, littleshit, go check her" Abhi nodded, creeping upstairs, ear to her door, her ragged breathing leaked through, a sob mixed with need.

He texted: "She's... breathing hard"

Ishaan's reply: "Perfect, she's hooked. Tonight's it"

Madhuri curled up, phone clutched tight, KPHB a magnet pulling her, no idea about the place, never been there before, fear screamed no, but her body screamed yes.

The stalker owned her voice now, her locked room a ruin, and Ishaan's friendly mask downstairs a shadow she couldn't place, her craving a beast she couldn't cage.