Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

“Careful, Aunty,” Ishaan murmured, “You don’t want to lose your balance.” She could hear the smirk in his words, and it made her want to scream, to push him away, but her limbs felt heavy, her resolve fraying under the weight of his proximity.

Abhi spun the wheel again, his eyes flicking to his mother’s form. “Mom, left leg on red,” he said, his voice steady but his gaze sharp, taking in every detail. Madhuri hesitated, her breath uneven, but she complied, lifting her leg to place it high on the cube’s side wall.

The movement stretched the leggings even tighter. As she adjusted, she felt a dampness between her thighs, a telltale wet spot forming where the material clung to her. Her face flushed with mortification.

"No, no, please, not now," she prayed silently, hoping neither Abhi nor Ishaan would notice. Her choice of not wearing panties felt like a reckless mistake.

Abhi’s eyes flickered downward, catching the faint darkened patch on her leggings. A smirk crossed his face before he looked away.

“Wow, Aunty,” Ishaan said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re as flexible as a teenager. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

She tried to laugh it off. “Just… trying to keep up,” she mumbled, her voice shaky. The game continued, each spin drawing them into more compromising positions.

Madhuri’s muscles burned from the strain of holding her poses, her body stretched to its limits as Abhi’s voice droned on, calling out moves with a precision that felt almost rehearsed.

The air was thick with the scent of her own sweat and the faint musk of Ishaan’s cologne, a heady mix that made her head spin. She tried to focus on the game, but each further move seemed to pull her deeper into a situation she couldn’t control.

Abhi's voice remained steady but laced with something Madhuri couldn’t quite pinpoint. In a few moves, he had his mom standing, her hands gripping the side wall next to Ishaan, who's now arching his back and bending, facing the top, driving his hips up and knees bent. His hands braced on the cube’s side wall in respective colors.

Giggling at Ishaan’s strained position, Madhuri shook her head. “Tough luck today, Ishaan!” she said with a smirk. “That pose is way too intense, you’re done for, and I’m taking the win!” Yet Ishaan remained rock-solid, unshaken.