Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)
Madhuri : “Oh, Ramesh, you're in a cheeky mood, aren't you?,” she murmured, a shy smile tugging at her lips as she stood, swaying slightly, trying not to stumble in her blindfolded haze.

Her hips twitched, tentative at first, mimicking the hook steps she’d seen in countless Bollywood films. She rolled her shoulders, her dress catching the light, her curves swaying to the beat.

Her hands grazed her sides, tracing her waist as she stepped forward, her movements stiff but loosening with every beat.

"Damn, Mom," Abhi muttered under his breath, hidden by the dbangs.

Ishaan, sitting at the edge of the bed, leaned back, smirking, his eyes raking over her. “Fuck, baby, look at you,” he growled through Ramesh’s voice. “That ass, those curves, slutty and sexy as hell. You’re killing me.” The lewd edge in his tone sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy pulsed despite the flicker of shame in her chest.

Madhuri flushed, brushing off his words with a nervous laugh. “Stop it, Ramesh,” she teased, her voice playful but trembling, her hips swaying wider now, her legs stepping in rhythm, one foot crossing the other as she spun slowly, her dress flaring. She was getting into it, her shyness melting under the music and his praise.

Ishaan’s eyes flicked to Abhi, his face pale with nerves. Ishaan’s grin widened, and gave a subtle nod, signaling Abhi to join.

Abhi’s eyes widened, shaking his head frantically, but Ishaan’s stare was unrelenting. “Come on,” he mouthed, his expression firm. Abhi swallowed hard, his heart racing, and shuffled forward, reluctantly sliding into Ishaan’s spot on the bed as Ishaan stepped aside, still controlling the phone.

“That's it, Madhu,” Ishaan continued, Ramesh’s voice dripping with lust. “Kareena wouldn't match you at all. Those curves can drive any guy crazy. Show me all you got.”

Madhuri giggled, her cheeks burning, her body buzzing with excitement. “You’re so wicked, Ramesh,” she purred, thinking it was Ishaan watching her, unaware her own son now sat in his place.

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She swayed closer, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles, her hands sliding up to her hair, tossing it dramatically as the music pulsed. She arched her back, her ass jutting out, then dipped low, her thighs parting slightly as she moved.

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Abhi’s breath hitched, his eyes locked on his mom's body, guilt and arousal twisting in his gut. Her performance was hypnotic, her hips grinding to the beat, her legs stepping in sync, one hand trailing down her stomach as she fondled her breasts through the dress, squeezing them lightly, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Aahh.. you like this?” she teased, her voice sultry.

“Fuck, yes,” Ishaan growled through the recording, his eyes glinting as he watched Abhi squirm. “Keep going, baby. Show me how bad you can be.”

Madhuri turned, her back to the bed, and gave her ass a playful spank, the sound sharp against the music. She stuck it out, swaying it side to side, her dress inching up to reveal a glimpse of her panties beneath her full curves.

Abhi’s excitement surged, recalling the incident on the bus, his shorts tightening as precum leaked, staining the fabric. His hands twitched, desperate to touch her, his mind screaming at the wrongness of it all.
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Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire) - by Steel - 17-09-2025, 04:03 PM
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