Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

The stalker's reply came quickly. “What’s the big deal? He won’t remember anyway, right? Don’t you want to make your baby boy happy? He prolly doesn’t even have a gf. Moreover, trying new things can be… exhilarating. You know that now.”

Madhuri’s palms grew clammy, her breath uneven. She wanted to shut it down, to be the mother she was supposed to be. “Enough,” she typed, her voice firm in her head even as her resolve wavered. “I’m not doing anything like that.”

She closed the chat, her heart pounding. But the stalker’s words lingered, planting a seed she couldn’t uproot.

The memory of Abhi’s tongue, the way her body had betrayed her, the forbidden taste she gave him, it all flooded back, unbidden. She knew the feeling of getting exposed in front of her son turned her on, but couldn't admit. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to scrub the thoughts away.

Ishaan leaned back on the bed, smirking at the phone. “Tough luck, Abhi,” he said, elbowing him. “Your mom’s playing hard to get. But we’ll crack her. Now go.”

The kitchen door creaked, and Madhuri jumped, her phone clattering onto the counter. Abhi stood there, his expression unreadable, his eyes catching hers for a fleeting moment.

Her mind flashed to that day, when she’d faced him on the stairs in a transparent saree, again all exposed.

Abhi’s gaze lingering a little too long. She fumbled with a dish towel, avoiding his eyes. “W-What do you need, sweetie?” she asked, her voice unsteady.

Abhi shifted, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, Ishaan said he really liked that energy drink you gave us after breakfast. He’s asking for more.”

Madhuri’s heart skipped. “Oh, um, that’s all that’s left, sweetie,” she lied, forcing a smile. “Your dad had his share before leaving. Here, have some ice cream instead.” She grabbed two cups from the freezer, thrusting them toward him, her hands trembling slightly.

Abhi took them, his fingers brushing hers, and she flinched, her cheeks flushing.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said, his voice soft, and he turned to leave. Madhuri exhaled, relief washing over her as the door swung shut.

Abhi said nothing, his mind replaying the morning, the taste, the heat, the way his mother’s body had trembled. He clutched the ice cream cups and left the kitchen.

Madhuri leaned against the counter, her breath uneven. The stalker’s words echoed in her mind, stirring thoughts she didn’t want to acknowledge.

She shook her head, trying to busy herself with cleaning, desperate to anchor herself to normalcy, but the seed had been planted, and it was already taking root.