Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"You twist, you stretch, you try not to fall.” His lips curled, his gaze lingered on her.

“It can get… really close.” His tone was teasing, but the air thickened, her nipples tightening under her blouse, her thighs pressing together as memories of his touch, his scent, his heat, flooded back.

Madhuri swallowed, her cheeks flushing, forcing a laugh to break the tension. “Sounds… interesting,” she said, her voice wavering, her mind screaming to retreat as Ishaan’s grin widened, promising trouble she wasn’t sure she could resist.

"Be careful and have fun", she said and fled back to the kitchen, her hands resuming their rhythm with the rolling pin, but her mind churned about the stalker who left her hanging in the DMs. 

The air felt thick, her saree clinging to her curves as she tried to focus on the rotis.

Minutes later, a sharp “Ouch!” from Abhi pierced the hum of the living room, yanking her attention back. Her head snapped up, heart lurching, and she wiped, hurrying to the doorway. 

“What happened now?” she called, her voice sharp with worry, stepping into the living room where the inflated Twister cube dominated the space, its colored circles glinting under the lights.

Abhi rubbed his elbow, wincing, while Ishaan lounged nearby, leaning against the cube, his gray tee hugged his abs, his shorts low, his smirk unshaken, eyes flicking to her with that unnerving intensity.

“I keep losing, Ishaan's too good!” Abhi whined, rubbing his elbow, and Ishaan smirked, “This idiot has no mobility, takes real skill to beat a player.”

Her brow arched “Huh? What did you call my son?” and he strode closer, his scent, sweat, spice, washing over her.

“Losers deserve it. But, you look like you might stand a chance aunty. Wanna join?” he purred, his tone flirting, bold, and she gulped, his challenge a blade to her pride.

“I am not playing any games with you boy, take back what you said about Abhi.” she snapped, turning away. Her saree slipped, flashing her navel, but he laughed, low.

“Too serious, huh? Come on, aunty, loosen up, show us what you got, I'd hate to think you're scared of a little fun,” he taunted, nudging her ego, and her jaw tightened.

He won't stop flirting, her shame prickled, but her need flared. “If you win, I'll quit mocking Abhi, no more taunts, promise, you'd tame me quiet,” he murmured close to her ear, tossing a playful wink, “But you won't, ‘cause you’re too wound up.”