Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

"Hey aunty, I think uncle drank too much, can you help me tuck him in?" he called, voice innocent, and her breath hitched. 

"Did he know I was listening?" she muttered under her breath, torn between dread and a strange pull as she descended the stairs, his eyes locking onto her with unsettling intensity.

The blindfold strip, dangled in her right hand, her juicy lips parted, her brown eyes darting to Ramesh, slumped on the couch, snoring soft, whiskey on his breath.

Ishaan lounged beside him, too casual, yet too bold and looked up slow and wild, tracing her deep eyes as she stepped closer.

Her heart slammed, "He's drunk, Ishaan, it's your fault," she snapped, sharp, but her voice trembled.

He shrugged and stood up, stepping nearer, voice low. "I was just helping him relax, aunty, he needed it." His eyes flicked to the blindfold, which she quickly covered.

She bent to shake him, "Ramesh, Get up, come on," she hissed, but he groaned, limp, and Ishaan chuckled, soft.

"He's gone, aunty, had too much Old Monk. Shame, you look... ready for something" His tone dipped, sexy, and she straightened, glaring, weak.

"Enough, Ishaan, I know what you're doing," she snapped sharp, but her eyes betrayed her, looking at the bulge in his pants, wild and excited.

He stepped closer, towering her, and her breath caught, a soft "huhh" slipping free. "Do you, aunty? Then why're you still holding that in your hand?" he murmured, voice thick.

Her stomach dropped, "I... it's for Ramesh," she lied, clutching it, her guilt a whisper she ignored.

Ishaan grinned, wilder. "Sure, aunty, but I’m talking about that champagne in your left hand. Wanna have a round with me?" She paused and Ishaan added, "I meant with the wine."

"N-No thanks," her heart slammed, "He's testing me", she gasped, stepping back, but he stepped forward, slow, predatory. 

"The night is long and cold, aunty. Uncle's asleep, what are you gonna do?" His eyes pierced her, her knees buckled and her nipples hardened through the fabric.

She swallowed hard. Ramesh drunk, Abhi sleeping in his room, Ishaan here, and she decided.

"I'll... wait for Ramesh," she murmured, a lie, turning to the bedroom, the blindfold trembling in her grip.

Ishaan watched her go, smirking, then entered Abhi’s room, finding him headphones on, oblivious. He yanked them off, voice low, urgent. "Tonight's it, peek through your parents' door, 11 PM. Don't miss it."

Abhi's eyes widened, shock and thrill tangling, his cuckold heart racing. "For real?" he stammered, and Ishaan grinned, bold.

"She knows it's me, but she'll play along, watch her break." Abhi nodded shaky, his dick twitching, for the moment he’d been craving for so long.