Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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Chapter 10. Memory Trap

The city's morning sun sliced through the curtains, a cruel spotlight on Madhuri's restless form, her bedroom a prison of unspoken lust. She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers trembling over her phone.

Regret gnawed at her soul, she'd pushed the stalker away, craving Ishaan instead, only to drown in deprivation, her pussy aching for a brutal, raw act she couldn't dare demand.

She quickly got ready and escaped to her office before the boys woke up. Work was blur, her corporate desk a graveyard of focus, her mind replaying Ishaan's thrusts, his spanks he'd claimed her under Ramesh's name.

She'd typed emails with shaking hands, her thighs clenching under her pants. "He did it first... blindfolded me, broke me and now left me," she muttered, yet, fear held her back, she couldn't ask him to fuck her, terrified he'd take advantage of it later, especially since he'd already taken her blindfolded once, a secret she couldn't confess to Ramesh without breaking his heart.

Her phone buzzed. Ramesh's voice came through, cheerful. 

Ramesh : "I just landed babe. Nothing to rush here, it’s just a formal workshop. I should've canceled this trip." He paused, his tone warming. "Ishaan sent me the pics. My colleagues’ll die of jealousy if they see them, hahaha.. such a bomb you are.. Muuah!"

Madhuri's heart skipped. "Which pics?" she asked, tense.

Ramesh : "Don’t be naughty, honey. Those in that green slip dress," he said. "I knew the boy got a good taste. G0d, I wanna come home soon."

Relief washed over her, Ishaan hadn't sent the others. She exhaled, steadying herself. "I'll be waiting too, honey," she replied, feigning love.

That evening, she returned home late, drained. Ishaan greeted her at the door, his smile odd, suggestive. "Coming from a photoshoot, Aunty? You look all worked up. Haha, just kidding."

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She mumbled a greeting and hurried to her room, avoiding his gaze. In the living room, Abhi sat beside him, staring blankly at the TV, his poker face masking the turmoil of last night's memories.

That night, lost in her thoughts, Madhuri texted the stalker, her desperation spilling out: "Listen. You are the only one I can reach out to. Do something, I'm begging you. I gave you a blowjob, and you ghosted me for nothing. You owe me this much, help me out."

After a long silence, the stalker replied: "Fine. Wait till morning."  and Madhuri was left in tormenting expectation.