Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Her thighs quaked and her hips bucked against his mouth as he sucked gently, his hands squeezing her breasts, fingers brushing her nipples.

“Ramesh… where did you learn all this?” she gasped, her voice thick with ecstasy, her mind reeling at the intensity.

Ishaan pulled back just enough to let Ramesh’s recorded voice answer, “There’s always more to experience, honey.” His tongue returned, lapping at her clit, twisting her with pleasure as he pressed her breasts harder, her moans filling the room.

Abhi watched, his mouth watering, his hand moving faster now, captivated by his mother’s writhing form, her pleasure undeniable.

Madhuri’s head thrashed, her blindfold hiding her blissed-out expression, her body surrendering completely. “So good… ohh,” she moaned, her voice raw, her arousal drowning out any lingering guilt.

After a few minutes of relentless exploration, Ishaan rose, his cock throbbing, and positioned himself between her legs. Madhuri sensed the shift, her breath catching as she felt the thick, hard length brush past her navel, its size unmistakable.

Her mind flickered to Ramesh, asleep in the living room, the sting of guilt sharp but fleeting. She’d been haunted by the stalker, her body starved for release, and now, with Ishaan, everything she’d craved was within reach.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper, “Go on, darling… I missed you so much these last two weeks. I can’t wait any longer.” Her cheeks burned red with nervous anticipation.

Ishaan’s smirk widened, his hand guiding his cock to her pussy, the tip brushing her slick lips, rubbing slowly along her slit.

Madhuri’s thighs trembled, instinctively closing in shame, but his hands held them apart, and he pushed inside, slow and deliberate.

Her body tensed, a gasp escaping as his thick length stretched her tight, wet pussy, her soul feeling like it was unraveling. “Ohhh, Ramesh!” she moaned, her voice breaking as he began to move, thrusting slowly, each stroke hitting deep, filling her completely.

“Fuck, you’re tight, honey,” the voice growled, and Ishaan paced up, his hips driving harder, his hands gripping her breasts, squeezing as he fucked her.