Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The clock struck 6 PM, the house silent save for Madhuri's ragged breathing as she stood before her mirror, the red dress laid out like a dare. The kurta pooled at her feet, her naked curves trembling, thick and ripe, as she held the black lace bra, its sheer cups a whisper against her skin.

Madhuri : "I am going to hell for this," she whispered, but her nipples hardened, imagining his eyes on her, his hands tearing it off. She slipped it on, the lace biting her breasts, then the panties, tight, transparent, hugging her pussy, and stepped into the dress.

It clung like a sin, low-cut to her cleavage, hem way up her thighs, every shape screaming for him. She'd never worn a dress so tight, revealing and exposed. Not even in front of Ramesh.

She turned, her ass outlined, her navel a shadow through the fabric, and gasped, "This isn't me," but the mirror lied back, wild and lewd.

Her phone buzzed, DevilzMask: "Dressed yet, Darling?"

She begged the air as she typed, shaky: "I can't do this, don't make me" He replied, dark and final: "Can't? You will, 8 PM, or I'm gone to dust. No more roses, no more me, decide, my dirty angel." The chat went cold, and panic surged, she'd begged him openly, and he'd cut her off.

She paced, dress swishing, her volcano raging, blackmail loomed, her nudes, her voice notes locked with him, but deeper, she craved it, his touch a drug she couldn't quit.

Madhuri sank onto the bed, rose petals crushed under her thighs, 6:30 PM, an hour to decide. She stood, grabbed a long, furry, black shawl to hide the dress, and whispered, "I am going, he'll ruin me if I don't" But her pussy throbbed, her lie thin, she wanted him, raw and real.

She unlocked the door, heels clicking as she descended, the shawl a frail shield, Ishaan's gift her skin now, the stalker pulled a chain she couldn't snap and left the house.