Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri's eyes met his, her mind a storm of confusion. She wanted to run away, but her body betrayed her, slowly letting the pillows slip away into Ishaan’s hands, leaving her exposed. Her cheeks flushed crimson, a weird feeling hit her as her hands hovered uselessly as she tried to cover herself.

Before she could answer, Ishaan pulled her back onto the couch-turned-bed, taking her hands off her chest and held her right tit, his lips finding her nipple, sucking hard. She gasped, eyes closed with shame, torn between the pleasure coursing through her and the duty screaming in her head.

"Look at this, dipshit," Ishaan said, his voice mocking as he glanced at Abhi. "See how hard your mom's nipples are? That's how hungry your mom is."

"Stop it.. Ishaan…" Madhuri moaned, but her voice broke, half protest, half plea. 

Ishaan ignored her, flipping her onto her knees. He pinned her head down to the couch, her hands held to her back with his grip, positioning her in a way that made her face directly at her son.