Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The next morning, Madhuri slid from the bed, catching the sight of the mirror next to the bed and her mind flashed the image of Ishaan when she saw in the mirror stretching her.

Madhuri : "I don't even know if I should scold or praise Abhi for bringing Ishaan in," she gasped.

Downstairs, the kitchen hummed, filter coffee brewing, its bitter aroma grounding her.

Ramesh shuffled in, yawning, his kurta rumpled, his grin soft, "Morning sweetheart, I think I don't wanna get drunk again," he murmured, pouring coffee, his voice rough, earnest.

Madhuri : "Why dear?" she asked.

Ramesh : "Last time when I heard you scream, the vision.. it's all blur," he chuckled, sipping slow, his eyes bright, oblivious.

Madhuri : "It's always better to steer clear of those habits, Ramesh, I'm glad," she mumbled, vague.

The doorbell chimed, her knees quaked. Ishaan sauntered in, his deep eyes glinting, fresh, intense, a predator in casual skin.

Ishaan : "Morning aunty, damn, your charm is a fever dream, save it for holi tomorrow," he purred, voice low.

Madhuri : "Ugh.. Ishaan (cough) thanks, come," she stammered, her crave surging wild.

Ramesh clapped his shoulder, grinning, blind, still high on his false triumph. "Ishaan, Coffee? Thanks again, your idea's keeping our spark alive," he chuckled.

Ishaan : "Anytime, uncle, but aunty's the real spark here," he growled, sitting next to Ramesh, his eyes piercing her as she left to work, her shame fading, her crave roaring for him to go further.