Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"Stay quiet," Ishaan whispered, his voice low, "I'll handle this." She nodded, hands flying to her mouth, muffling her ragged breaths, her eyes wide as she sank lower into the bushes beside him.

He stood up, a shadow against the fence, his form tall and unyielding. The uncle stopped on the other side, his flashlight flickering, catching only Ishaan's vague outline. "Who's that?" the old man barked, suspicion thick in his tone.

Ishaan's voice came smooth, unruffled: "Sorry for the disturbance, sir. Mrs. Madhuri called me to fix a leaky pipe. She gave me the keys for the lawn, I am only free at night, you see."

His words were a lie spun with ease, and Madhuri, crouched low, felt her heart lurch, her eyes darting nervously, then freezing. A bulge strained against his pants, unmistakable, bold. 

Her gaze locked on it, a flush creeping up her neck, her body betraying her with a twitch of desire she couldn't explain. "Why can't I look away?" she thought, her lips parting, her breath hitching. 

Uncle Sharma grunted, "Bit odd, working this late," and raised his flashlight, its beam threatening to pierce the dark.