Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Her cheek pressed against the fabric, her eyes locked on Abhi's. Then he entered her, hard and unrelenting, each thrust pulling a moan from her lips.

Madhuri's voice was a broken whisper. "Agghh.. Abhi, please... close your... ahh... eyes. Look away."

Ishaan's hand tightened in her hair. "No, look closely. Don't even blink or look elsewhere, or I'll tell her everything."

In his mind, Abhi silently thanked Ishaan while giving himself a mental pat on the back. “This is the best mistake I ever made,” he thought.

He'd taken the daring step to open that door, and now he was here, caught in this surreal moment. "I'm sorry, Mom," he said, his voice shaking. "I can't... I have to watch."

Ishaan's pace quickened and Madhuri melted into pleasure, toes curled, her moans grew louder, her eyes closed, drowning in shame. "My son’s watching me?" she thought, her heart wrenching as her body gave in, while Abhi silently observed her body move with each thrust.

"Hands off your crotch, Abhi," Ishaan barked, noticing the boy's subtle movements. Abhi hesitated, then obeyed, revealing a small tent in his shorts.

Madhuri's eyes opened wide, a pang of guilt hitting her. "My poor boy, struggling so much," she thought, her heart aching for him, trapped in this nightmare.

Ishaan then turned Madhuri, her ass now facing abhi, spreading her legs and then the cheeks. His hand came down hard, a sharp spank that made her moan, her knees buckling inward. Her skin flushed red, her body trembling as her juices glistened in the light.

"Fuck," Abhi muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on the sight of his mother's ass, juices flowing out of her pussy, the way her flesh jiggled with each strike.

Ishaan caught the word, grinning. "You like that, huh?" He leaned closer to Abhi, his voice low. "Spank her."

Abhi froze, his hands clenching. "What? No, I... I can't."

Ishaan's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. "Do it, or I spill."

“Oh no,” Madhuri whispered beneath her breath and Abhi swallowed hard, his throat dry. He stood, his legs shaking, and approached the couch. His hand hovered over Madhuri's bare skin for the first time, the heat radiating from her body.

Slowly, he pressed his palm against her, feeling the softness, the forbidden warmth. Then, with a trembling hand, he spanked her, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

Madhuri moaned, her body jerking, her eyes squeezing shut. Shame, pleasure, and confusion collided within her, a storm she couldn't escape. She didn't know what was worse, the act itself or the fact that, somewhere deep inside, a part of her didn't want it to stop.