Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The night pressed heavy around the bus stop, the distant rumble of thunders hinting rain poised to worsen Madhuri's delicate, shattered state.

Her gifted dress clinging to her sweat-soaked skin, torn at the seam, bunched unevenly, barely covering her thick thighs, saved by the shawl.

Abhi stood beside her, his eyes darting, her disheveled form, her trembling legs, and his breath hitched, his dick still half-hard under his pants, the memory of her moans searing his skull.

"Mom? You alright?" he stuttered, voice unsteady, but her brown eyes stared past him, glassy, lost in the echo of Ishaan's touch.

"Mom!," he tried again, tapping her arm. She flinched, her skin electric, his touch too soft, too familiar, not his. "Let's go home, its late already and about to rain."

"Yeah, Abhi, let's go," she nodded, numb, but her mind screamed, those eyes, haunting her, a truth she couldn't grasp through the wet echoes of her ruin.

She straightened, heels wobbling, and took a step, her panties shifted, the torn lace rubbing her clit, and a sharp "Ohh" slipped out, her knees buckling.

"I'm never boarding a bus again," she hissed, her pussy pulsing, juices flowing down her leg, her walk faltering over the footpath.

Abhi stared, breath catching her wet legs, and texted fast: "Ishaan, She's off-balance, shaky."

Ishaan's reply: "Relax, let her stew. Just make sure she gets home safe, or I'll hammer you like a punching bag."