Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Grabbing his phone, he typed a furious message: "Ishaan, stop this bullshit now." He hit send, glaring at the screen. The message sat on read, Ishaan’s silence a taunting dismissal.

Upstairs, Ishaan’s smirk didn’t falter. “Perfect,” he murmured, adjusting the camera for the next shot. 

After taking a few more clicks, Ishaan called her “Now, let’s do the next one, Aunty.”

His voice was smooth, coaxing, as Madhuri hesitated for a fraction of a second before complying, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension.

A soft chime broke the silence in Abhi’s room as another image flickered onto the wall.

Madhuri had changed into the form-fitting gown, its triangular cutouts along the sides exposing slivers of skin. The three-quarter shot, taken at mid-level, captured her standing with one hand on her hip, her body slightly turned to emphasize her curves, her boobs popping out, the silk stretching tight, almost cutting it off.

Abhi’s eyes betrayed him, lingering on the subtle skin show, unable to look away despite the knot of anger in his chest.

Another one, quick and relentless. Madhuri now lay on her side on the bed, propped on one elbow, her legs sprawled free on the bed. Her hands held her dress together preventing any slipping, the low-angle, eye-level shot from the bed’s edge making her seem larger than life on his wall.

Abhi swallowed hard, his mind screaming that she’d fallen into Ishaan’s trap, yet his body reacted, a shameful heat pooling within him.

"I don't get how dad agreed to all of this. Mom's clearly playing him!" he fumed, desperate to stop it, Abhi stumbled out of bed and yanked at his door but found it locked from outside. 

Ishaan had planned this, too. He grabbed his phone and fired off another text: "Take off the lock. Now! Get me out." No response.

Defeated, he sank back onto the bed, his eyes drawn unwillingly to the projection, fixating on the bare skin popping out of his mother’s deep cleavage, so openly displayed. His arousal surged, and he hated himself for it.