Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The doorbell chimed, sharp and sudden, and her pulse spiked, Ishaan. He sauntered in, his athletic frame radiating that cocky heat, his deep eyes glinting as they flicked to her, then Ramesh.

"Uncle! Back from the States? Looking solid," he said, voice smooth, dropping onto the couch beside Ramesh like he owned the place. Madhuri froze, ladle in hand.

"Ishaan, how's it going my boy?" Ramesh smiled, weak but warm.

"I'm doing great, uncle, how's jetlag treating you?" Ishaan grinned, leaning back, his gaze sliding to Madhuri, her thick ass swaying as she moved to the kitchen to bring cookies to the boys.

"Good seeing you all together," Ishaan added, his tone dripping with charm, and Ramesh chuckled, patting his knee. "Good to be home, but work... it's draining"

Madhuri plated a warm bowl of soup, her hands shaky and set it before them, avoiding Ishaan's stare. "Have it, Ramesh, you need it," she murmured, her voice soft,

"Aunty, the soup looks spicy, just like you," he winked, and her knees quaked, a soft "haha" slipping free under her breath. Ramesh laughed, clueless, and she retreated to the sink.

Abhi grabbed a plate, chattering about college, and Ramesh listened, half-there, while Ishaan's eyes stayed on her reminding her of yesterday's game.

"Why is he staring like that?" she hissed to herself, scrubbing a pot, her husband's home, yet Ishaan's heat pulled her deeper.

Ramesh yawned, stretching. "I think I need a nap," he said, and Ishaan nodded, casual. "Take it easy, uncle, I'll keep things lively here."

Madhuri's heart slammed, "Is he staying here even now?" and her abyss widened, Ramesh's return a flicker against the wildfire Ishaan stoked, her shame a shadow she couldn't outrun.