Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Monday morning hummed, the house quiet save for the ceiling fan's whir as Madhuri stood in her kitchen.

Her phone sat silent on the counter and her anger at his tease fueled her, her shame a whisper she drowned with resolve. "I'll find you at any cost, Mr.Devil," she murmured, adjusting her pallu, her thick ass outlined, her blouse tight, and her heart thudded, a mix of dread and thrill pulsing through her veins.

The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden, Abhi yelled, "I got it, maa!", and Ishaan strode right into the kitchen.

"Hey, aunty, no office today?," he said, his grin wide as usual, his deep eyes locking hers.

"No... I'm off work for now. Just... exhausted. Want some chai?" she replied, voice soft, turning to the stove, her saree slipped, flashing her waist, and she caught his glance, testing him.

"Chai? You're spoiling us, aunty, bet it's as sweet as you look today," he purred, leaning against the counter, his tone thick.

"You can't stop talking, can you, big guy?" she teased back, bolder now, bending to grab a cup, her saree dipped, her cleavage spilling, deliberate, and his eyes flicked down.

"Only for a woman who's worth it, purple's lethal on you, aunty, got me dizzy," he shot back, stepping closer, his scent, sweat, musk, hitting her, and her nipples hardened, her plan teetering, "Was he flirting or playing me?"

"Abhi's out in the living room, go sit there," she said, dodging, but her voice wavered, his presence stirred her, too close to the stalker's fire.


"Nah, aunty, think I'll stay and watch the magic. Tell me if you need a hand," he grinned, brazen, and she went still.