Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri reached the bedroom, shutting the door soft, without locking it. She removed the robe, her skin glowing in the dim light, slipping the blindfold onto her eyes, surrendering into the darkness.

She slid under the bedsheet, her thick thighs parting, waiting, "He'll come, and I'll let him, I cannot wait any longer."

Ishaan lingered downstairs, Ramesh snoring, his phone with the recording ready, "She'll pretend, I'll pretend, and we'll see who breaks first", his cock hard, his game a trap she'd walked into, blindly and willingly.

The clock struck 11 PM, the house cloaked in a restless silence, the bedroom bathed in the faint glow of a bedside lamp, its light spilling over Madhuri's trembling form.

She lay beneath the thin bedsheet, the embellished dress, a slinky, sinful thing, clinging to her curves, the plunging neckline teasing her cleavage.

"Is he going to come?" she whispered, her voice a shiver, her brown eyes hidden but burning beneath the silk.

The door creaked, slow, deliberate, and locked from inside, her heart slammed, "He's here", her breath hitching as footsteps padded closer, the mattress dipping under his weight.

Abhi hid himself behind a curtain, turning on the lights and Ishaan slid beside her on the bed, as he watched his prey, sleeping blind and vulnerable.

Noticing her breath getting heavy, he pulled his phone out, Ramesh's slurred recording ready, and hit play low, the voice crackling soft: "Madhuri, you're mine tonight."

Her head tilted, "Ramesh?" She knows it's him, Ishaan, her body knowing, her mind playing the game.

He smirked, sliding closer, his heat washing over her, "Honey... finally home for you," he murmured, Ramesh's voice looping through the phone, rough and drunk, and he tugged the bedsheet slow, peeling it off her like unwrapping a forbidden gift.

The sultry black rhinestone dress glowed in the light, her curves screaming, her nipples stiff beneath the fabric, and he growled low, the recording syncing: "Fuck, you're hot, look at you, all dolled up for me"

"Uhm, Ramesh... you're different tonight," she said, as his eyes devoured her, raw.

"I'm just hungry, baby, been dreaming of this day for past two weeks," he purred, Ramesh's voice a mask, his own lust bleeding through, slow, seductive, oozing passion.

She squirmed, blind, her thighs brushing, her pussy gushing. Her hands twitching to stop him, guilt flickering.