Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Abhi gave the wheel another spin. “Right leg, blue, Mom,” he called out. Madhuri searched for a blue marker, spotting one across from Ishaan. He shot her a sly grin. “Go on, make your move,” he said, chuckling.

Madhuri exasperated, sighing. “Seriously? This game hates me,” she grumbled. Reluctantly, she raised her leg, crossing it over him to land her foot on the blue circle.

Her body hovered above his, her crotch aligned with his. The bulge in his shorts pressed directly against her wet spot, and she stifled a gasp as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Her nipples hardened, poking through her kurti, and she saw Ishaan’s eyes flicker to them, a hungry edge to his gaze.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, trickling down her temple, and she prayed, desperately, that neither Ishaan nor Abhi noticed the damp spot growing on her leggings or the way her body was reacting against her will.

“You’re doing great, Aunty. How intense is this?” Ishaan said, his voice dripping with mock innocence.

Madhuri’s face flushed deeper. “Just… focus on the game, Ishaan,” she managed, her voice trembling. But the way his erection pressed against her, rubbing slightly with every small movement, was driving her to the edge. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body responding despite her mind’s protests.

Abhi spun again, lowering her hands bringing her body even closer to Ishaan’s.

She hesitated, her arms trembling as she slowly moved one hand down, then the other. Ishaan adjusted his legs, his boner now pressing firmly against her wet spot. She bit her lip hard, suppressing a moan.

Her breasts now dangerously close to his face, her hardened nipples almost grazing his lips through the thin kurti. She could feel his breath, warm and teasing, and her body screamed for release. "I can’t do this. Not in front of Abhi."

Abhi called again, his voice almost gleeful. “Mom, left hand red.”

If she did this, her nipples would brush against Ishaan’s mouth. The thought was unbearable, humiliating and thrilling all at once. She looked at Abhi, then at Ishaan, whose eyes gleamed with something dark and knowing. “I… I can’t,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m done.”

She collapsed on the floor of the cube, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Ishaan stood, stretching casually, a grin spreading across his face. “Good game, Aunty,” he said, his tone laced with triumph. “You almost had me. Better prep for next time.”