Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting a warm glow over the counter where Madhuri stood. Lunch had been a quiet affair, the boys resting in Abhi’s room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Her mind still churned with the morning’s events, a heady mix of shame and exhilaration. The buzz of her phone snapped her back to the present, a reply from her stalker.

“You sound like you’re buzzing with excitement. I wish I was in town. How did the boy fuck you?”

Her breath caught, her fingers tightening around the phone. She glanced around the empty kitchen, her heart racing with the urge to confess, to share the forbidden thrill with someone who already knew her secrets.

Biting her lip, she typed, “I didn’t expect Ishaan to be so… intense. He made me cum twice. Also, it’s my first time in the ass. He made it less painful than I imagined. Wish you’d been here to give him a run for his money.” She added a playful “hehe”, her fingers trembling as she hit send, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips.

In Abhi’s bedroom, Ishaan leaned over Abhi’s shoulder, both of them staring at the phone screen displaying Madhuri’s texts to the account Ishaan controlled. He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Look at that,” he whispered, nudging Abhi.

He typed quickly, “Well well well, my innocent velvet’s turned into a proper slut, hasn’t she? You want both of us taking turns, or both at once?”

Madhuri’s phone pinged in the kitchen, and she froze, the word “slut” hitting her like a slap. Her pride stung, but the image of both doing her, overwhelmed her senses, making her throat tighten. She bit her lip harder, a secret smirk betraying her indignation. “Don’t call me that,” she typed, her fingers flying. “I was just thanking you for the… help. That’s all.”

Ishaan chuckled, tapping Abhi’s back. “She’s still got some fight in her.” He typed again, “I’m tied up for a few days, darling. Why don’t you get your son to help you out? Bet he’s dying to fuck a mommy like you.”

Madhuri’s heart stopped, her phone nearly slipping from her hand. "Did he know what happened this morning? I remember closing all the curtains," she thought, panic surging. Her fingers shook as she typed, “You’re disgusting! Don’t drag my son into this!” She paused, her mind racing, her stomach twisting with dread.