Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan’s gaze dropped to her breasts, her nipples straining against the bra. Without warning, he leaned down, his mouth capturing one through the fabric, sucking gently.

Madhuri jolted, a louder moan escaping her lips.

Madhuri : “Ohh!” she jolted, a louder moan escaping her lips, shock and pleasure mingling as he held her wrists tighter, his fingers still teasing her wet panties. 

Abhi, hidden behind the curtain, watched, his hand moving frantically inside his shorts, his breath ragged with guilt at the sight of his mother’s writhing form.

Ishaan tugged the bra down with his free hand, exposing one breast, her dark nipple hard and begging. He latched onto it, sucking firmly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.

Madhuri’s breath came in heavy gasps, her body overwhelmed, her free breast heaving as she moaned. 

Madhuri : “Honey, oh G0d, you’ve never been this… passionate.” Her voice broke, her excitement surging as he kissed up her chest to her neck, his lips hot and relentless.

He pulled the other cup of her bra down, both breasts now bare, and fondled them. His rough fingers kneading her soft flesh, while landing kisses on her neck drew another moan from her lips.

Ishaan : “Those plump lips of yours are absolutely irresistible,” he murmured through, his face hovering near hers, his breath warm against her mouth. Madhuri sensed him, her blindfolded world narrowing to his presence, her control slipping.

Unable to resist, she surged forward, her lips seeking his in a desperate kiss. Ishaan pulled back just enough to build the tension, paused then leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

Their lips moved hungrily, tongues tangling, and Madhuri felt a rush of youth, her body alive, her moans muffled against his mouth.