Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan matched her rhythm, thrusting upward, their movements quiet at first.

Madhuri peeled off her nightdress, tossing it aside, her naked body gleaming in the moonlight. Her moans started soft, then grew louder, deliberate, a signal meant to stir the room.

Across the room, Abhi stirred, his groggy voice cutting through the darkness.

“Mom!” Abhi shouted, scrambling to sit up. “What are you doing?” He fumbled for the light switch, flooding the room with harsh light.

Madhuri gasped, feigning shock, but her hips didn’t stop. “Ishaan, stop,” she said, her voice unconvincing as she continued grinding against him, her eyes flicking to Abhi with a calculated glint.

Ishaan chuckled, his hands gripping her waist. “Relax, Aunty. Abhi, sit on your bed and watch, or I’ll tell your mom what you’ve been hiding.”

Abhi’s face twisted in mock horror, but he obeyed, sinking onto his bed, his eyes locked on the scene. Madhuri moved more freely now, her hips rolling smoothly, her gaze occasionally meeting Abhi’s with a sultry intensity.

The fact that her son was watching sent a thrill through her, amplifying her pleasure. “Abhi, please, don’t look,” she said, her voice a half-hearted plea, even as she arched her back, grinding harder, knowing he couldn’t look away.

Abhi’s breath hitched, a bulge forming in his shorts. “Mom,” he muttered, his voice low, almost a whimper, as he watched her take Ishaan’s cock. The sight of his mother, so brazen, so wanton, shocked and aroused him in equal measure.

Ishaan sat up, his voice commanding. “Get on your knees, Aunty.” She complied silently, her body pliant under his control. He turned to Abhi. “Lie on the floor, right there.”