Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

She hesitated, her heart pounding, but the thrill won out. Slowly, she changed, the lingerie hugging her tight, the outfit barely concealing it. 

Stepping out, her cheeks flushed with awkward embarrassment, she crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes meeting Ishaan’s with a mix of innocence and secret excitement.

Ishaan’s stare was hungry, unapologetic. “Didn’t expect it to suit you so well,” he said, stepping closer. His fingers grazed the shirt, removing the buttons at the top, adjusting the knot under her breasts, tugging the skirt slightly up her waist. 

Madhuri tensed, her voice sharp but curious. “Wait, what are you doing? Whose idea was this?”

Ishaan : “Mine,” he admitted, his confidence unshaken. “Who knows what Uncle’s kinks are? Thought I’d give it a shot.” He stepped back, gesturing to the center of the room. “Come on, stand there and pose for me.” he said with a commanding tone.

Madhuri’s lips curved into a teasing smirk, acting hesitant and sauntered to the spotlight to pose, her movements deliberate.

Downstairs, a chime pierced the air, and a new image flashed onto Abhi’s wall. His eyes widened in shock. His mother stood in the center of the room, dressed in their high college girl’s uniform, except the skirt was scandalously short.

Abhi : “What the fuck, Mom?” he muttered, his shorts sliding down as his hand moved uncontrollably, gripped by a shameful rush.