Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

She scanned above but found no accessible green markers. A lone green spot on the wall ahead caught her attention, and she leaned and reached for it. After a couple more turns, she realized she was bent over, her rear entirely open to Ishaan.

With her hands and feet planted on the floor, Madhuri’s legs stretched out, the leggings pulling taut against her skin. Ishaan’s hands rested on a side wall toward which she was oriented. Then, she felt it, a subtle but unmistakable pressure against her backside.

“Looking good, Mom, hang in there.” Abhi said, looking at his mom in a doggy-style stance, his voice oddly cheerful. “Ishaan, right hand, yellow.”

Ishaan shifted, and Madhuri felt his boner poke and rub between her ass cheeks. She jolts in shock. Ishaan’s body was pressed closer than necessary, and through the thin fabric of her leggings, she could feel the hard outline of his arousal.

"G0d, Ishaan is big," she swallowed hard, her mind screaming at her to stay composed. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp. Her mind screamed at her to stop the game, to walk away, but her body betrayed her with a rush of heat she hadn’t felt in years.

She glanced at Abhi, hoping for an out, but he was focused on the spinner, his expression unreadable. “Abhi, maybe we should take a break,” she said, her voice wavering.

“Aw, come on, Mom, you’re doing great!” Abhi replied, his enthusiasm sounding forced. “Just a few more moves. You gotta beat Ishaan today.”

Ishaan chuckled softly behind her, the sound vibrating through her. “Yeah, Aunty, you can’t let me win,” he echoed, his voice dripping with something that wasn’t just playful competition.

“Alright, next move,” Abhi called out, spinning the wheel with a flick of his wrist. “Mom, right hand on blue.” His tone was casual, but there was a calculated precision to his words that Madhuri didn’t catch, too caught up in her own turmoil.

She shifted, stretching to reach the blue marker next to her hand, her body lowering further. Ishaan moved with her, his hips aligning in a way that brought his arousal directly against her pussy through the leggings.

The contact was brief but deliberate, sending a shockwave of sensation through her core. She gasped softly, her body betraying her with a rush of heat that pooled low in her belly.