Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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She shook her head, trembling, "Please.. don't harm the kids.." She froze, "So its not Ishaan.", but his grin glinted, the faint hum of a voice recorder betraying his ruse. The clever bastard had tricked her, luring her deeper into his trap.

"Why are you doing this?" she panted, her hands pushing his chest, firm, unyielding, but he leaned closer, his breath hot, teasing without touch.

His hands hovering and brushing her thighs through the pajamas, and her pussy twitched, her nipples hard through the top.

"Please... stop this," she gasped, but her hips shifted, craving, yielding, and a soft "Ohh" slipped free, her control fraying, his tease a storm she couldn't weather.

He advanced, hands grazing her breasts,, and she jolted, a loud "Noo!" accidentally bursting out.

Lights flared from neighbors' windows and a shout, "Who's there?", and she froze.

"What have I done?" she whispered, her shame surging, fear, excitement, a trembling night crashing around her.

The night pulsed with tension as Madhuri crouched in the backyard. Ishaan's eyes glinted with a calm that unnerved her.

A creak of a gate snapped her focus, Uncle Sharma, the nosy neighbor, emerged from his house, his flashlight bobbing as he shuffled toward the fence, his silhouette looming. Madhuri's stomach churned, panic spiking, "What if he sees us?"