Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

His hand drifted lower, slipping under the waistband of her panties. Madhuri tensed, her face turning away again. 

Madhuri : “No, please,” she pleaded as she arched her back, trying to pull away. But Ishaan pressed on, his fingers grazing the soft stubble on her pussy, then finding her wet, pulsing lips, pausing there as her heat enveloped him.

She bit her lip, her body betraying her protest, and Ishaan kissed her again, deep and possessive, his fingers sliding into her warm, slick pussy, rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Madhuri’s mind spiraled, a sudden flash to a moment on that crowded bus with the stalker. The memory felt eerily similar, but she shook it off.

Madhuri : “I’m losing my mind,” she gasped.

Her kisses grew frantic, struggling to match Ishaan’s rhythm as his two fingers plunged deeper, curling inside her, stroking her clit with expert precision.

Madhuri : “Ish.. err.. Ramesh..” she moaned, nearly slipping and saying “Ishaan” before catching herself, her voice breathless, “you’re… ahh… too good.”

Both were sweating now, their bodies slick, lost in the heat of the moment. Madhuri’s moans filled the room, her arms pinned above her head, her hips bucking against his hand, her breasts heaving under his touch. Abhi, still hidden, fapped furiously with his eyes locked.

Ishaan’s lips pulled away from their fevered kiss, his breath hot against her ear, “Your lips are so tasty, honey. Now I’m hungry for those down there,” The words sent a jolt through Madhuri, her cheeks flushing as her pussy pulsed with anticipation.

Before she could respond, Ishaan reached for a pair of handcuffs from the bedside, his movements swift but deliberate. The cold metal clicked around her wrists, securing them to the headboard.

Madhuri’s breath caught a strange mix of unease and surrender washing over her. “Ramesh… what are you…,” she whispered, her voice trembling, too overwhelmed to protest, her body craving whatever came next. She tugged lightly against the cuffs, testing them, but her arousal drowned any hesitation.

Ishaan stripped off his shorts and shirt, his muscled frame now bare, his 9-inch cock hard and ready. 

With a quick, deliberate motion, he tore her bra, the fabric ripping away to reveal her full breasts, her nipples stiff in the cool air. Then, his fingers hooked into her soaked panties, yanking them off in one swift pull, leaving her completely naked.

He knelt on the bed, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her legs wide.

Madhuri :  “Wait!” she gasped, “Oh G0d, you are wild!” she said, her voice thick with shame, her body squirming, trying to cover herself, but the handcuffs held her fast, her legs spread helplessly.

Abhi, hidden behind the curtain, froze, his eyes wide, mouth dry, as he saw his mother’s naked body splayed on the bed, her curves glistening with sweat, her wrists bound. His hand slowed in his shorts, his arousal warring with shock, unable to look away.

Ishaan’s smirk deepened, his eyes drinking in Madhuri’s exposed form, her full breasts, the soft stubble above her glistening pussy, her thighs trembling. He lowered himself between her legs, his hands sliding up to press her breasts, kneading them firmly as his mouth found her pussy.

His tongue flicked over her wet lips, slow and teasing, tracing her folds before dipping inside. Madhuri’s body arched, a loud moan escaping her lips, “Ohhh, G0d!” The sensation was electric, unlike anything she’d felt before, his tongue exploring her with deliberate skill, circling her clit, then plunging deeper.