Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The game pressed on, relentless. A few moves later, Madhuri found herself completely rotated, now facing away from the cube’s center. Ishaan, however, hadn’t shifted much, his frame still squared toward her, his eyes locked on her back.

She balanced awkwardly, her limbs splayed across the mat. But as she stood there, twisted into this new position, a realization crept in. Turning around is not seeming like a safe choice anymore. But she couldn’t back out now, not without looking foolish or, worse, suspicious.

The cube felt smaller, the air thicker. She could sense him behind her, his presence looming. “Ishaan, right hand on blue,” Abhi said, and Madhuri heard the rustle of fabric as Ishaan shifted, his body inching closer.

The game continued, each move bringing them into tighter quarters. Madhuri’s arms stretched overhead, her kurti riding up further, and she cursed herself for not wearing something more modest. 

Ishaan’s breath was warm against the back of her neck, and she fought to keep her focus on the game, on the colors, on anything but the tension coiling in her gut.

Suddenly, Madhuri felt something pressing against her from behind. Glancing back, she noticed a bulge in Ishaan’s shorts. “Oh no, he’s got an erection,” she whispered to herself, instantly regretting her choice of tight, revealing clothes. 

She couldn’t help but wonder if her teasing from the day before had sparked his attraction.

“Ishaan, you okay back there?” she asked, her voice tight, trying to sound casual.

“Fine, Aunty,” he replied, his tone smooth. “Just trying to keep up with you. You’re making this tough.” There was a hint of a smirk in his voice, and it sent a jolt through her.

Shame flooded her. "He’s innocent. I did this. I made him feel this way." She bit her lip, trying to focus on the game, but the heat of his body behind her was impossible to ignore.

The living room felt like it was shrinking, the 3D Twister cube a claustrophobic maze of colored markers and unspoken tension. Abhi’s next call came “Mom, right hand on green.”