Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan stepped behind her, sudden, bold, his chest pressing into her back, hot, hard, his bulge brushing her thick ass through his jeans.

Madhuri : "Oh no, what's he doing?" she whispered.

Ishaan : "Let me guide you aunty, hands like yours need a master's touch," he said next to her ear, voice low, fresh and intense, his hand sliding to her waist, possessive, his other gripping her wrist, guiding it to stir.

His fingers pressed her waist, his breath hot on her neck, his body molding to hers, slow, sensual, his hand steering hers over the pan, cumin popping, oil hissing, her knees trembling, her boobs aching beneath the apron.

She slid her free hand to the apron, as if to adjust it, but let her fingers graze the bulge pressing behind her. "Felt the spice, aunty? This dish is begging to be served," he growled, low. 

His lips grazing her ear, his bulge grinding subtle.

"Umm.. yeah.." she murmured, hiding her desire, "Now he's teaching me how to cook?" she thought, her kurti slowly soaking with sweat.

Abhi's knife quickly cuts onions, his eyes red, teary, angry, his voice sharp, "I... can't do this," he muttered, frustration boiling. He wants his mom too, especially after watching her the previous day, but he doesn't know her wild love story twisting dark.