Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

“Abhi's the judge, he'll keep it fair,” Ishaan said, clapping Abhi's shoulder, Abhi nodded, sly, “I'll watch closely, Ishaan. No cheating!”, and her confidence flared, "I'll win and shut him up", unaware of the trap.

“Saree's tricky for this, aunty. Wear something snug if you wanna beat me.” Ishaan quipped, his eyes tracing her, bold and hungry. 

Her breath caught, He's right, “Wait, I'll be back,” she muttered, fleeing upstairs.

Her saree fell, swapped a short kurti top and tight leggings, no bra, no panties, slinky for the game. "I'll win, no matter what", her twisted setup a game she'd master, or so she thought.

She returned with a dress hugging her thick ass. 

Abhi: “Ready, mom?” 

Ishaan's: “Damn, aunty, you're a storm in that, gonna make me dizzy spinning you,” he teased

Abhi's wheel gleamed, her trap unwittingly set, Ishaan's wild plan a shadow she'd dance in, blind to its heat.

The evening thickened, the living room humming with anticipation as Madhuri stood before the inflated cube, its grid of colored slots glinting. Her short kurti clung tight, leggings molding her thick thighs, the top hugging her curves

Abhi perched outside, wheel in hand, “I'm umpiring, no funny moves!”, his grin sly, eyes sharp, while Ishaan lounged beside the cube, gray tee stretched over his abs.

“Once Abhi spins the wheel, he'll let us know the colour, you call the spot, hand, leg, wherever, twist in, hold it,” Ishaan said, stepping close.

“Mm.. ok then, lets play,” she snapped, ducking into the cube along with Ishaan.