Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

A few shots later, Madhuri appeared in the mesh corset mini dress, standing in front of the camera, hands on hips, eyes on the cameraman. Her curves strained against the tight corset, her boobs nearly spilling out. 

The next image, a full-length shot. She leaned back against the wall, chest slightly forward, hands above her head to elongate her body, angled to the side. Her long, bare legs gleamed under the lights, and Abhi’s resistance crumbled.

Abhi shot to his feet, a twisted cuckold excitement pulsing through him again, his dick throbbing as he stared at the provocative image.

He accepted his helplessness, sinking to the floor beneath the projection, his face positioned as if it was under her foot. His hand moved to his crotch, rubbing slowly, guilt and desire warring within him.

Another chime. A low-angle shot now, Madhuri kneeling on the bed, legs slightly spread, one hand on her knee, the other brushing through her hair.

Her torso twisted to highlight the corset’s fit, the lighting casting a shadow between her thighs, teasing at what lay beneath. Abhi’s breath hitched, his pulse racing as his eyes locked on the shadow between her legs.

Upstairs, Ishaan’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming as he watched Madhuri surrender to the moment, her compliance veiled as devotion to her husband. 

Ishaan : “You’re no less than a plus-size model, Aunty,” he said, his voice dripping with flattery and she smiled, bashful. He handed her a sleek, black bag, its contents hidden. “Change into this next.”

Madhuri took the bag, her brow arching. “What’s in it?”

Ishaan : “Custom lingerie, they delivered it quick.” his tone low. “And... something special from my side.”

Her pulse quickened as she slipped behind the curtain, unzipping the bag. Her breath caught at the sight, a white cropped button-down shirt, a black-and-white plaid mini skirt, and delicate lingerie beneath. It was scandalously bold, teetering on taboo.