Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

She gasped, her body tingling as he climbed beside her, his rough hand gripping both her wrists, pinning them above her head with a single, strong hold.

Madhuri : “Ramesh,” she whispered, her voice quivering, “your hands… they’re so rough.” 

The thought of Ishaan, her son’s friend, holding her down with her body exposed, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. She squirmed, her breasts heaving, her blindfold keeping her in a haze of anticipation.

Ishaan : “You have no idea how much you’re turning me on,” he growled, his free hand grazing her collarbone, slow and deliberate, sending shivers across her skin. 

His fingers trailed down, brushing the edge of her bra, teasing the sensitive skin just above her nipple. She gasped, her back arching slightly, her breath coming in short, heavy bursts.

Madhuri : “Mmmh,” she moaned softly, her body trembling as his fingers danced unpredictably, skimming her ribs, tracing the curve of her waist, then dipping low to graze the inside of her thigh above the knee. 

Each touch was light, electric, leaving her guessing where he’d go next, her pussy throbbing with need. 

Abhi, hidden behind the curtain, watched it all, his heart pounding, his shorts still damp from earlier. His mother’s body, barely covered, writhed under Ishaan’s touch, her soft moans filling the room. His guilt twisted in his chest, but he couldn’t look away.

Ishaan’s fingers circled her navel, then slid up to brush the underside of her breast. 

Ishaan : “Look at you, squirming for me.” 

Madhuri : “Ramesh… you’re driving me crazy” , her shaky voice laced with both shame and craving. She tugged against his grip, not to escape but to feel his strength, while her husband is lost in deep slumber.