Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri's heart raced with a mix of apprehension and regret as she adjusted her kurti, and tugged at the waistband of her tight leggings, suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed she felt without a bra or panties.

She’d chosen the outfit for flexibility, she told herself, but now, standing across from Ishaan, whose fitted tee stretched over his chiseled abs and shorts hugged his athletic frame, she second-guessed her decision.

Abhi sat on the couch, the spinner in his hands, his eyes darting between his mother and Ishaan with a mix of curiosity and something darker, something Madhuri couldn’t quite place.

“Alright, let’s start,” Abhi announced, his voice tinged with an eagerness Madhuri mistook for innocence. He spun the wheel, “Mom, right hand on red.”

She glanced around, spotting the closest red mark, reached up, placing her right hand on a red marker near the top of the cube. Abhi spun again “Ishaan, left hand on green.”

Ishaan followed, his movements confident, almost predatory, as he placed his right hand on a green marker just opposite hers.

“Now, right foot on yellow Mom,” Abhi said. Madhuri scanned the floor, saw a yellow circle close by, and stepped onto it. Within a few moves, she noticed she was drawing closer to Ishaan.

Their fingers were inches apart, and Madhuri’s breath caught as she noticed his gaze, intense, unyielding, his dark eyes locking onto hers. There was something in the way he looked at her, a hunger that made her skin prickle. She quickly averted her eyes, focusing on the colored markers, her cheeks warming with a flush she hoped no one noticed.

“Uh, Ishaan, left foot on blue,” Abhi called out, his voice steady but with a faint undercurrent of excitement. Ishaan shifted, his body moving with an easy grace as he placed his foot on a blue marker, bringing him slightly closer to Madhuri.

The cube was large but not spacious, and their proximity felt charged, like the air before a storm. Madhuri’s heart thudded, and she scolded herself silently. "Get a grip, Madhuri. He's just a boy," but the memory of her earlier attempt to seduce him, to test if he was the masked stalker, gnawed at her. "Hope I didn't plant any seed in his mind."