Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The next morning burst into a frenzy of color and chaos, the colony streets glowing with laughter, drums, and the sharp sting of gulal (coloured powder).

Madhuri’s bedroom was a quiet sanctuary in contrast, her white kurti hugged her beneath loose palazzo pants as she brushed her hair.

Her body still buzzed from Ishaan’s tease last night, his bold touch lingering like a brand on her skin.

Ramesh bustled in, his festive kurta, his grin wide and eager. 

Ramesh : "Are you ready for Holi, Honey?"

Madhuri : “Uhh.. I’m not coming out,” she murmured, her voice soft, uninterested, her juicy lips parting, her brown eyes dull.

Abhi bounded in, restless, his tee already streaked with blue gulal.

Abhi : “Mom, Dad, come on, the whole colony’s celebrating!” His voice was sharp, insistent, pushing her.

Madhuri : “I’m… not in the mood, sweetie, you carry on,” she sighed, playing the part, her mind on Ishaan, her flame.

The doorbell rang, and her pulse spiked. Ishaan swaggered in, his white tee already dusted red. His deep eyes glinted with a fresh, wicked spark, predatory, like a hunter in festive skin.



Ishaan : “Aunty, why aren't you ready yet? Don't make me splash you with my colors on the couch,” he said, his voice dripping with raw passion.

Her nipples stiffened, understanding the hidden meaning behind it, shame crashing as her volcano roared. 

Madhuri : “Holi? with me?” she stammered, feigning innocence.

Ishaan : “Yeah, aunty, you gotta spend some time with the family, it can be fun,” he grinned, his tone intense.

Ramesh seconded, blind to the undercurrent, thrilled. 

Ramesh : “Glad to have you Ishaan, You're bringing us together again!” he chuckled, his voice rough but warm.

Madhuri : “Alright, let's head out then,” she murmured, playing along, her kurti pristine.