Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan pulled his fingers out, unfolding her hands from her breasts, leaned forward pinning them above her to the cushion. His cock brushed her clit, pausing for a heartbeat, her body naked, exposed in her own living room, no blindfold, no pretense. "Give it to me," she gasped, her voice raw.

Ishaan thrust into her, hard and deep, her eyes squeezing shut as a loud moan escaped, “Aaaahh..” He moved slow and slowly increased his pace, fucking her like a beast in missionary, his cock plunging into her pussy, each thrust, deep in and out, making wet, sticky sounds that filled the room.

Her body arched, consumed by the raw intensity, as he pounded her relentlessly, no hesitation, no restraint.

Abhi stood frozen outside the living room door, his hand trembling on the knob, an empty shopping bag dangling uselessly at his side. His heart pounded so loudly he was sure it would give him away.

His fear had kept him at bay, but curiosity, or something darker, had finally won. He turned a spare key into the lock, the click loud, and pushed the door open.

The sight hit him like a punch. His bully laid on top of his mother, thrusting deep, her legs hugged him, with a voice, a high pitched desperate moan. "Aaahh.. Don't stop, Ishaan. Aaahh… please…" she gasped, her head thrown back.

Hearing the click, Madhuri's eyes flicked toward the door, and she froze, her face draining of color. "Abhi!" she shrieked, shoving Ishaan off her. She scrambled to cover herself, snatching two small throw pillows to shield her chest and lap.

Her cheeks burned red, her gaze dropping to the floor in shame. "What... what are you doing here?"