Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)
All four arrived at the bustling colony square, where vibrant crowds joyfully hurled colored powders at one another, reveling in the spirited chaos of Holi. Laughter and music filled the air as neighbors danced, their clothes stained with bright hues of color.

Ramesh : “Let’s start, Madhuri!” he grabbed a handful of pink gulal, smearing it across her cheeks and neck, his touch soft, joyful. 

Her heart sank looking at how happy he is, she forced a smile, dipping her hands in blue powder, streaking his face. His laugh was loud, pure, and her guilt spiked.

Ramesh : “Enjoy, baby, I’ll go mingle!” he beamed, darting out to join the crowd, leaving her with Ishaan. Her breath caught, spotting him standing close to her.

The colony roared outside, crowds, colors, chaos, and Ishaan stepped closer

Ishaan : “Aunty, white’s too pure on you. I’m gonna paint you like a canvas I’d lick clean,” he growled, his voice raw, oozing fresh passion.

He “accidentally” tipped the bucket, yellow colored water splashing her kurti, soaking her chest. Her boobs were outlined, the wet fabric took no time to get see-through.

Madhuri : “Ishaan… what’s this?” she gasped, feigning shock.

Ishaan : “Oops, aunty, it slipped. But damn, you’re a vision, wet and wild, a sin I’d drown in,” he purred, his eyes devouring her.

Her breath hitched, liking the act, wanting him closer. The crowd surged, uncles, aunties, kids, pushing them together.

His chest slammed into her back, hot and hard while his bulge rubbed her ass “unavoidably,” slow and sensual. 

Madhuri : "Wait, He’s hard already?", she thought and her knees quaked. 

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Ishaan : “Careful, aunty, I don’t wanna lose you in this mess,” he growled, his voice raw, possessive, his hands “steadying” her waist, firm and commanding.

Abhi tossed colors nearby, laughing clueless of the storm.

Uncles leered, paunchy and gulal-smeared. Uncle Sharma muttered to others, “Someone’s looking hotter than the sun,” loud enough for Madhuri to hear, their eyes on her wet kurti.

Madhuri : “Ishaan… people are watching,” she murmured, acting, hiding her thrill, her juicy lips trembling, kurti soaked.

Ishaan : “Let ‘em watch, aunty, they know you’re a queen in this chaos,” he purred, his bulge grinding harder, raw and intense.

Madhuri’s chest heaved, her wet kurti clinging like a second skin, her nipples betraying her through the thin fabric. Ishaan’s hands lingered on her waist, his fingers brushing just above her palazzo’s waistband, teasing the soft skin there.
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Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire) - by Steel - 17-09-2025, 04:03 PM
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