Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan : “Oh, can’t I?” He smirked, leaning in, covering the torn top, his lips inches from hers, the crowd’s chaos covering them from all sides. 

His hand slid lower, grazing the curve of her ass, a fleeting touch that set her ablaze. 

Ishaan : “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

She stood silently, trying not to react, but she knew she’s losing it. Abhi darted through the crowd, his face streaked with colors, his laughter forced. 

Abhi : “Mom, let’s play holi! You’re missing all the fun!” he called, his voice cracking, eyes flicking between her and Ishaan.

Releasing his grip, Ishaan spread turquoise over the tear, his touch deliberately slow on her skin as an excuse to cover the torn damage. “Good to go,” he whispered softly into her ear.

A jolt of exhilaration coursed through her, yet she hid it, maintaining a calm facade while chatting with her son.

Ishaan : “Listen to Abhi, aunty,” he teased, stepping back just enough to make her ache for his closeness. “Let’s play.”

He grabbed a handful of red gulal, tossing it at her playfully, but his eyes were aiming somewhere else. The powder dusted her neck, trailing down her cleavage, and his gaze followed, shameless.

Ishaan : “Red looks good on you. It matches your cheeks when you’re… worked up.”

Her cheeks burned, not from the powder but from his words, liking the attention, craving his next move.

She grabbed a fistful of yellow powder, throwing it at him, aiming for defiance. It hit his chest, dusting his tee, and he laughed.

Ishaan : “Oh, aunty’s fighting back now,” he said, stepping closer again, dusting the powder off his abs, drawing her eyes to the taut muscle. 

Ishaan : “Careful, you might start something you can’t finish.”

Her body betrayed her, leaning into him.

Abhi’s carefree laughter rang out, unaware of the charged tension, as he flung more gulal into the air trying to fit in. 

Abhi : “Mom, you’re a rainbow now!” he shouted with delight, his eyes darting to the colored spots on his mom's white kurti, realising Ishaan’s wicked plan.

Abhi’s excitement fizzled, and in a hasty effort to part them, he mumbled, “Mom.. Uhmm.. I’m feeling off..” He seized his mother’s hand, weaving her out of the crowd and back to the safety of home.

Ishaan : “Holi’s just getting started, aunty,” he whispered, his voice raw, dripping with intent.

The colors blurred around her, but all she saw was Ishaan, her fire was her ruin, her wild, dark lover claiming her in the chaos.