Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The backyard loomed under midnight sky, a tangle of shadows and rustling leaves as Madhuri stepped out, her curves outlined in that night dress, her thick ass swaying, her bare feet cold on the grass. The flash light and rose trembled in her hand as she entered.

Her heart pounded, a frantic rhythm of fear and thrill, her juicy lips parted, panting. "Where is he?" she whispered as she edged forward and froze hearing a sharp rustle behind her.

"Who was that?" she gasped, spinning, nothing but shadows, then a hand clamped her mouth, rough, silencing her, and dragged her back, into a dark corner by the fence in front of Abhi's room's window while the other hand loosened her pants, removing it.

"Mmph!" she choked, muffled, her flashlight dropping, clattering, dead, and her fists flailed, beating air, her scream trapped, barely a whimper leaked.

His grip tightened, as she felt the presence of him behind, his scent, musk, heat flooding her, and her pussy gushed, her nipples stiffening, fear screamed fight, need screamed yield, her abyss snapping shut around her.

He released her mouth, slow, her breath ragged, "You?", and shoved her down, kneeling her in the grass, his scarf gleamed, wolf-logo faint, and his eyes met hers, deep, commanding, the eyes from the bus, her heart stopped, a jolt of memory: fingering her, owning her.

The wolf-logo scarf glinting faintly, his tall frame looming as he sat before her, "You almost ruined him, darling. Is the proof enough?" he rasped, voice low, thick, his fake bass, wild and raw. Voices drifted, Abhi's room, muffled laughs coming from Abhi's room. "Listen to them. Want me to ruin them instead, or you gonna behave?"

Her breath hitched as guilt hit her, teasing Ishaan looked like a sin she commited.