Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The kitchen was alive that evening with the sizzle of oil and the sharp tang of spices, Madhuri swapped for a light cotton kurti after work.

Ramesh lounged in the living room, sober, flipping channels and the doorbell chimed, Ishaan sauntered in, striding straight into the kitchen, carrying a bag of groceries, his grin slow, predatory.

Ishaan : "Aunty, I'm going to teach you a special recipe tonight," he purred, voice seductive, dripping with passion.

Madhuri : "Recipe?" she asked, acting innocent, weak, her kurti no shield against his stare.

He stepped closer, dumping the bag on the counter, pulling out a skimpy apron, barely-there.

Ishaan : "Yeah, a small treat for all everything you made for us. Put this on, aunty, it's going to get messy," he growled, handing it over, his fingers daringly brushing hers.

Madhuri : "Umm... okay," she murmured, catching her breath, slipping the apron on, the kurti beneath clinging tight as he stepped closer behind her.

Ramesh : "I'm hungry honey, what's cooking for dinner?" he called from the couch, his voice rough.

Ishaan : "Something spicy, uncle, showing my special recipe to Aunty," he shouted back, smirking, his eyes locked on her, peeling her with every glance.

Madhuri : "He's playing us all," she thought, her wild love story with a young boy twisting deeper.

Abhi trudged into the kitchen, lanky, sullen.

Ishaan : "Abhi, make yourself useful, peel these onions" he ordered, tossing him a bag, dismissive, sidelining him,

Abhi's cuckold thrill warring with a new, angry edge and his jaw tightened, his hands fumbled, frustrated and trapped.