Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The bus stop swarmed with Saturday night chaos, sweaty bodies, honking horns, the air thick with dust and lustful stares. Madhuri stood rigid, shawl clutched tight over the red dress, her chest heaving as Abhi lingered beside her, his "lost" act fading.

She'd never been swallowed by such a wild, messy crowd before, and it rattled her to the core.

A crowded bus screeched up, doors hissing open, and she pushed him toward it. "Sit if you can," she said, voice tight, and he found a front seat, slumping by a blurry glass window.

She boarded last, squeezed into the standing throng, men brushing her, eyes raking her curves, and her skin prickled, the dress a beacon she couldn't dim.

"How long is this gonna be?" she muttered, the ride home a marathon she dreaded.

A jerk rocked the bus, bodies shoving, and she stumbled back, then froze.

A hand grazed her ass, over the shawl, slow and deliberate. "What the?" she hissed, but the crowd masked it with their accidental touches everywhere, her shawl slipping to her elbows.

The hand returned, firmer, lifting her shawl, kneading her cheek through the fabric, and her breath caught, a rough, manly grip. Her breath snagged in her throat, sharp and unsteady, as her thighs felt, exposed, vulnerable, laid bare for every eye in the crowd to devour.