Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Sharma's voice droned on, thick with gossip, slicing through the humid night. "One of my friends called me up the other night, said he saw her near KPHB colony, late, dressed like some tart, standing there like she was waiting for a john. By the time I reached there, poof, she was gone." His tone dripped with judgment.

"Bet she's got some office fling while her husband's off. Corporate life, turning her loose." Madhuri's heart stuttered, her lips still stretched around Ishaan's pulsing cock, her throat tight from his thrust.

Relief flooded her as he didn't know what happened on that bus. Her body trembled, caught in a storm of shame and thrill, her nightdress damp against her skin.

Uncle Sharma leaned closer to the fence, his voice a conspiratorial hiss. "With her husband gone, every bastard in this colony's itching to fuck her, you know. She's got everyone's blood up." 

The words hit like a slap, raw and vile, yet Madhuri's pussy clenched, a traitorous heat pooling between her thighs.

Her hands, unthinking, drifted to her breasts, fingers grazing her hard nipples through the thin top, a soft "Mmm" muffled against his dick as she fondled herself, her resolve crumbling under the weight of the slut-shaming. 

The accusations, the leering, she hated it, but her body drank it in, her hips shifting, her core dripping.

In the shadowed corner, Abhi's breath hitched, his eyes locked on his mother's writhing form, her lips around Ishaan's cock, her hands teasing her own curves. 

His hand moved in the dark, stroking his hardening meat, the sight of her, shamed yet yielding, igniting a twisted fire in him. He fought to stay silent, the leaves around him barely rustling, his gaze unblinking.