Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Chapter 6: Tease and Blow

Sunday morning dawned over the city, her nightie crumpled around her thighs, still damp from the restless night.

The clock ticked toward 10 AM, each second a taunt, her phone lay silent beside her, no buzz from DevilzMask since his fingers had fucked her to the edge and left her dripping, aching, unspent.

She clutched it, scrolling the dead chat, her last plea, "Don't leave me like this!" unanswered, and her chest tightened, a mix of shame and fury simmering beneath her curves. "Why hasn't he responded?" she whispered, her voice a fragile rasp, her juicy lips pursed in a sulk, her volcano smoldering, starved for his spark.

She'd barely slept, his phantom touch haunted her, three thick fingers plunging deep, her loud moans echoing in the bus's chaos.

She'd begged and exposed herself, but he'd vanished, teasing her, playing a cruel game to make her crave him more.

"I'm not going to yield," she muttered, shame crashing over her like a wave, her pride, her control, shredded by a stranger's hands. But her pussy still wet from imagining his cock splitting her open.

She tossed the phone down, her long hair spilling over her shoulders, and pressed her thighs together, her clit throbbed, unspent, and a soft "No!" slipped out, her anger at herself boiling.

"I need to get a grip," she vowed, her voice firm, but her body trembled, traitor to her resolve, his silence a whip lashing her deeper into need.

Downstairs, laughter erupted, Abhi's high-pitched giggle mingling with Ishaan's low, confident chuckle, spilling from Abhi's room where they'd crashed after a late cricket chat.

The sound jolted her, a lifeline out of her spiral, and she straightened, her nightie clinging, outlining her thick ass, and smoothed her hair.

"I need to shift my focus. Let me spend time with the fellas," she murmured, forcing a smile, desperate to shake the stalker's grip.

She slipped on a robe, hiding her curves, her shame, and padded downstairs, her bare feet soft on the tiles, her breath shaky but determined.