Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri stood, brushing off her kurti, her face burning with shame and confusion. “This was a stupid game,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze. “Anyways well done, Ishaan.”

She turned and hurried to her room, her heart pounding, her body still tingling from the contact. She didn’t see the way Ishaan’s grin widened, or the knowing glance he shared with Abhi.

That night, alone in her bedroom, Madhuri’s fingers hovered over her phone. Her dress was replaced with a nightie. Her mind replayed the game, the way Ishaan’s body had pressed against hers, the way her own body had betrayed her.

She grabbed her phone, hoping for a message from the stalker, but found none.

Frustration surged through her. “This is all your fault,” she typed, “Because of you, Ishaan’s acting strange with me. Things got weird today. You need to do something before he tries anything.”

The response came quickly, the words dripping with malice. “Someone’s turning into a real slut then. Craving that boy’s dick already? Seems like you want him just as much.”

Her face flushed with anger and shame. “No! Stop texting back. There’s nothing like that,” she typed back, but the words felt hollow. Deep down, a part of her couldn’t stop thinking about Ishaan, the way he’d felt against her. She shook her head, trying to banish the thoughts.

DevilzMask’s next message was cruel. “You’re lying to yourself. You deserve to be kept on edge, teased like the needy little thing you are.”

Madhuri’s frustration boiled over. “If you keep me hanging like this, I’ll have to confront Ishaan myself,” she typed, her heart racing. No response came.

She stared at the screen, her mind spiraling back to the game, to Ishaan’s teasing words, his hardness against her. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will herself to sleep, but the heat in her body refused to fade.