Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

“Mom, left hand on yellow,” Abhi said, spinning the wheel again. Madhuri stretched to reach a yellow marker above her, her body arching slightly. Ishaan’s eyes followed the movement, lingering on the curve of her waist where the kurti rode up, exposing a sliver of skin.

She felt his gaze like a physical touch, and her stomach twisted with a mix of discomfort and something she didn’t want to name. “Ishaan, right foot on green,” Abhi continued, his tone almost mechanical now, as if he were reading from a script.

Ishaan complied, his body now positioned so close that Madhuri could feel the heat radiating from him. Their hands were both high on the cube, their faces mere inches apart. His eyes bored into hers again, and this time, she couldn’t look away. There was something magnetic in his stare, something that made her feel exposed, vulnerable, yet oddly alive. 

“You’re pretty good at this, aunty. By the way, you look gorgeous up close.” Ishaan said, his voice low, almost a purr, his words carrying a teasing edge that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Don’t say that,” Madhuri snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. She forced a smile to soften it. “I mean, let’s just play.” Her heart raced, and she hated how her body betrayed her with that secret blush creeping up her neck.

Abhi spun the wheel again, his fingers lingering on it a moment too long, a subtle smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Mom, right foot on red.”

She glanced down as she searched for a red spot. Her eyes darted to one just ahead, dangerously close to Ishaan, a knot tightened in her stomach.

Silently, she prayed for an escape. Her gaze swept the mat, and to her relief, another red spot gleamed behind her. A wave of relief washed over her as she stretched her left foot to claim it, her body tilting aside from Ishaan. 

Abhi's eyes locked onto her ass, and noticed her wearing nothing beneath her leggings. “Damn! Ishaan’s getting lucky day by day”, he thought.