Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Hours later, the controllers clattered down, 11 PM glowed on the clock. Ishaan stretched, yawning. "Aunty, mind if I crash here tonight? Too late to head back."

Her stomach twisted, but she nodded, voice tight. "Sure... Abhi can set you up."

She rose, escaping upstairs, the creak of the steps matching her racing pulse.

The night cloaked Hyderabad in a humid hush, the clock ticking past 11:30 PM as Madhuri lay sprawled on her bed. She slipped into a nightdress, a loose top and pajamas hugging her figure.

Her plan had crashed, but she knew Ishaan's phone a chamber of his secrets left locked.

"It's starting to make sense. Is he the one running that stalker account this whole time? I need to check his phone tomorrow," she whispered,

A buzz jolted her, her phone lit up, DevilzMask: "Missed me, Madhuri?"

Her heart slammed, her breath catching, his tease roared back, a blade to her shame.

"Where were you the past few days? And.. how could you leave me like that on the bus!" she replied, anger rushing in. His next line: "Forget about it, why you teasing that poor boy, darling?"

Her stomach dropped, guilt crashed, her seduction of Ishaan a secret he'd pierced. "I... wasn't," she typed, shaky.

He fired back, slow, wild: "Don't lie, my sweet, I see it all. Don't worry, I'll prove I'm not him tonight, get ready, your real king's coming for you."

Her knees trembled, a soft "Oh no" escaping her lips, fear tangled with excitement, her pussy pulsing, wet and eager, his return igniting a spark in her abyss.

"How do you know?" she gasped, typing the words, but he didn't reply, the chat silent, her mind spiraling, Prove he's not Ishaan? Tonight?

Her loose dress clung to her skin, her nipples hardening, and she paced, his words a promise, a threat, her volcano flaring, craving his proof.

"Should I face this?" she whispered, shame battling her need, her teasing had backfired, but his return stoked her, a wild thrill she couldn't extinguish.