Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan chuckled, low and dark. "Can't blame 'em. The first time I saw her, that lusty face, damn, it hit me hard too."

Uncle Sharma leaned closer, voice dropping to a leer. "Face? You gotta see her curves, boy. Her husband's a lucky dog. Always bragging how he fucks her, and keeps her satisfied in bed."

Madhuri's heart sank, she knew those were lies, her sex life a ghost of what he claimed. Her cheeks burned, shame and anger swirling as she processed the betrayal.

Ishaan's voice turned sly: "Sounded like you’re jealous of him." 

Uncle Sharma snorted, "Who wouldn't be? I watch her every chance I get. Up on her terrace, strutting in a see-through saree the other day, damn, it nearly stopped my heart."

Madhuri froze, her eyes widening, the revelation a punch to her gut, "He's been watching me?"

Her mind screamed, but her body betrayed her, a fresh pulse of heat flooding her core. Ishaan's hand tightened, yanking her head forward, thrusting his dick deeper into her throat. She gagged, a choked sound escaping, her lips trembling around his length. Uncle Sharma's flashlight swung toward the noise. "What was that?" he barked.

"Just the pipe slipping into the suction tube," Ishaan said, unyielding his grip as Madhuri's eyes watered, her body caught between shock and a shameful, electric thrill. 

The rustle in the bushes went unnoticed and Abhi's silent gaze burned from the shadows.