Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan’s voice cut through the charged silence, calm but commanding. 

Ishaan : “Alright, first pose. Turn slightly, look back over your shoulder, bend a knee slightly.” Madhuri complied, stepping into the pool of light.

The slit parted subtly, accentuating her leg as she angled her body. Ishaan adjusted the lens, his eyes sharp behind the camera. 

* Click *  

The shutter snapped, and the image beamed to Abhi’s room with a chime.

Downstairs, Abhi’s resolve wavered. He tried to keep his face buried in the pillow, but curiosity tugged at him. He glanced up, and there she was, his mother, framed on the wall in that shimmering dress, he slowly got up and sat on the bed.

"Mom? How could she wear that? Is this what they’ve been shopping all day for?" he thought, fury spiking. "Posing like that for Ishaan, out of all?" He pulled the pillow, flushing his face deeper into it, trying to block it out.

Another chime. This time, she sat on the bed’s edge, legs crossed at the knee, the slit falling open to reveal her thigh. Her hands rested on her legs, her chest pushed slightly forward, her expression bold, almost provocative.

Abhi’s jaw tightened, a confusing heat stirring in him. His body betrayed him, a twitch of arousal he despised himself for.