Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Afternoon melted into a sticky haze, the living room quiet as Abhi dashed upstairs to his room, leaving Ramesh sprawled on the couch, his blazer off, shirt unbuttoned, a glass of water trembling in his hand.

Madhuri lingered in the kitchen, her saree damp with sweat, as she chopped onions.

He appeared then, leaning against the frame, his tee tight over his abs, jeans hugging his bulge, "Aunty, need help?" he asked, voice low, stepping closer, and her breath caught, his scent, sweat and spice, washed over her.

"No, Ishaan, I'll manage," she snapped, sharp, but her hands shook.

He grinned, slow, wild. "You're tense, aunty, everything okay?" His eyes traced her saree, her navel bare, her curves screaming, and her shame crashing in.

"Ramesh is back, that's all," she mumbled, swiftly covering her navel and turning away, but he stepped into the kitchen, voice dropping.

"Uncle looks beat, guess US didn't spark him up, huh?"

Her heart slammed, he's poking already, and she glared, weak.

"He's fine, Ishaan. He just needs some rest. Now go," she hissed, but he shrugged, sauntering back to Ramesh, leaving her reeling, unquenched.

Ramesh sipped his water, eyes half-closed, and Ishaan dropped beside him, casual as sin. "Uncle, you're a legend, two weeks dealing big in the US, even with a hot wife waiting at home, how's it feel to meet her again?" he asked, tone smooth, probing, and Ramesh chuckled, tired.

"Feels good, Ishaan, everything's fine" But his voice cracked, faint, and Ishaan's eyes glinted. He smells it, the weakness.

Ishaan leaned in, "Really? ‘Cause aunty doesn't look... happy, you know?"  his voice soft, concerned, like a friend and Ramesh's smile faltered, his glass clinking on the table.