Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The doors widened, bodies spilling out, and Ishaan shifted, his grip loosening, his fingers slipping from her pussy with a wet pop, leaving her soaked, pulsing, unspent.

"No, please!" she gasped, her hand clutching his arm, but he stepped back, melting into the throng, his scarf a fleeting shadow, his tall frame vanishing in the rushing crowd.

"Where'd he go?" she panted, her leg dropping, shaking, her dress falling unevenly, half her ass still out, the lace panties torn, transparent with her juices.

She yanked it down, trembling, picking up her shawl, her chest heaving as eyes raked her, leering, judging, and she spun, dazed, searching the crowd.

He was gone, her volcano stalled, her orgasm snatched away. "He just abandoned me like this?" she whispered, her voice cracking, shame flooding back, her need a hollow ache.

Abhi pushed through the crowd, finding her, dress torn, shawl partially covered, her thick thighs trembling, and grabbed her arm. "Maa, come on, our stop's next," he stammered, eyes darting to her ass, her ruin a memory he couldn't shake.

She nodded, numb, "Abhi, you?", but followed, her mind spinning, he'd left her, again, her body screaming for release he'd denied.

The Banjara Hills bus stop loomed, their halt near, and Madhuri stumbled off, Abhi steadying her, her dress clung, her curves outlined, her nipples still hard, and passersby stared, crude whistles cutting the air.

"What just happened back there?" she murmured, pulling the dress down, covering her shawl completely, her volcano simmering, unspent, his eyes, his touch, a ghost haunting her.

"Wait Abhi, Let me breathe for a second. I'm feeling claustrophobic," she stopped, leaned against a rusted pole on the footpath, her juicy lips trembling, "Why?", and her need clawed, his vanishing a spark she couldn't chase.