Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"No worries, aunty, barriers aren't really a thing here. Come inside," he said, smirking as he grabbed his shirt off the table and sliding it over his head.

"I... just came to check on you boys," she managed, stepping in, but froze mid-step, his abs briefly exposed in a deliberate, playful flex that stopped her cold.

"Check on us? Or join the fun, aunty? We're plotting world domination here," he quipped, winking, and Abhi snorted, oblivious. Ishaan's eyes pinned her, stripping her bare.

Her heart thudded, those eyes sparking memories of the stalker, his whispered secrets from their calls flooding back.

"You're trouble enough on your own," she shot back, forcing a smile, but her voice wavered, her gaze darting, toward Abhi, the wall, anything, but his stare blazed, tugging her right back.

"Can't help it, aunty, some of us are just born to keep things interesting," he teased, stepping closer, his scent, sweat, spice of a raw male, hitting her, and her nipples hardened, her robe no shield against the heat flaring low.

Trying to regain control, Madhuri flicked her gaze to Abhi, her voice sharp but unsteady. "Why don't you two do something productive for once?" she said cheekily, folding her arms, hoping to mask the tremor in her hands.

Ishaan's lips curled, undeterred, as he leaned back casually. "Oh, we’ve been productive, aunty. Final results came out today, Abhi and I smashed it. Check this out." He pulled two report cards from his pocket, handing them over with a flourish.