Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Upstairs, Ishaan’s voice cut through again. “Pull the ends of the knot open,” he instructed, “and pull the skirt up a bit.”

Madhuri’s eyes widened, feigning innocence. “No, Ishaan, that’s crossing the line.”

Ishaan leaned in, his voice smooth, persuasive. “Trust me, Uncle’s gonna love it.”

She bit her lip, her expression torn but betraying a flicker of hunger. Slowly, her fingers grazed the knot, her other hand brushing the skirt’s hem, pulling it higher, as Ishaan lowered the camera angle, his grin predatory.

The projector in Abhi’s room flickered, switching to a live feed, the chime replaced by the soft hum of real-time video.

Upstairs, Madhuri’s fingers tugged the ends of her cropped shirt, the fabric parting in a slow, stunning reveal. Her balconette bra hugged her breasts tightly, the sight electrifying. 

She knew this wasn’t for Ramesh anymore, sliding the skirt a bit higher, the hem touching her belly. The spark in her eyes danced for Ishaan’s wicked game, her body swaying to his unspoken commands.

Abhi stared at the moving frames, his mother transformed into something brazen, seductive, under his bully’s control. His fragile ego burned with shame, yet desire surged as her breasts jiggled with the shirt’s release. 

He’d never thought his innocent traditional mom would be dressed like a sexy college teenager, that too in front of a boy she met a few weeks back.

Ishaan’s voice came through the feed, low and commanding. “Turn back and keep going.” Without hesitation, Madhuri turned, peeling off the shirt entirely and sliding the skirt even higher. 

Her smooth, peachy ass filled the projection, and Abhi’s hands held his head, grasping at the image, forgetting it was just light and shadow as he wondered how his mom would have looked when she was an actual teenager.