Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri’s movements were deliberate, a seduction cloaked in subtlety. Her eyes caught the growing bulge in Ishaan’s boxers and a damp heat bloomed in her thong.

Yet, his lack of reaction puzzled her, spurring her to push further. She slid a finger into her mouth, sucking slowly, then trailed it down, rubbing it over her panties while her other hand pinched her nipple through the bra. 

Madhuri : “How am I doing?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

Ishaan’s lens stayed fixed on her, his voice steady. “You’re doing well, Aunty. Uncle would love this.”

Her impatience flared. She didn't want to hear about his dead beat husband. 

Madhuri : “What about this?” she teased, tugging down one bra cup, her breast spilling out, bare and provocative. Ishaan remained silent, his face hidden behind the camera.

Madhuri : “Don’t you like what you’re seeing?” she pressed, her tone playful as she freed the other breast, her nipples hardening under his gaze.

Downstairs, Abhi, trapped in his locked room, watched the live feed with fevered intensity, his hand working furiously as he stroked his cock, anticipation twisting his gut.

Ishaan : “You’re doing good, aunty. Keep going.” he said, maddeningly calm.

Madhuri : “Just good?” she shot back, her breath quickening. “What about now?” She hooked her thumbs into her thong, slowly pulling it down her legs. Naked now, she lay back, breathless, her eyes locked on Ishaan, waiting for his move.