Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri’s heart sank, her craving for Ishaan unfulfilled. She joined Abhi for dinner, the silence between them heavy, charged with the unspoken memory of the night the day before.

After cleaning up, she retreated to her bedroom, slipping into a maroon chemise nightgown, the short hem grazing her thighs. She checked her phone, her fingers hovering over the stalker’s chatbox. "When are you coming back to Hyderabad? Don't keep me waiting like this," she texted, her pulse quickening. No reply.

The silence gnawed at her, a seed of doubt sprouting in her mind, "He must have left his traces somewhere."

A sudden thought struck her: the terrace. The note he’d left a week ago, breaking a pot. “Maybe, I can find something there,” she thought, grabbing a robe, tying it loosely, and started towards the terrace after checking Abhi getting drowned in music inside his room.

The air was cool as she climbed the stairs. She scanned across the terrace, searching for any sign, a footprint, a scrap of paper, a clue, but found nothing.

Frustrated, she turned her gaze to the house across the street and froze. Mr. Sharma, her neighbor, stood at his window, a cigarette glowing in his hand, his eyes fixed on her. 

He flinched when their gazes met, tossing the cigarette and yanking the curtains shut.

Madhuri’s stomach twisted. "Creepy old man!" she thought, recalling his lewd comments during that night in the backyard and his taunts about her in the crowd during Holi.

But the memory sparked something else, a flicker of desire. She knew the potion could erase this, too. Her eyes lingered on Sharma’s window, and moments later, the curtains parted again, his face peeking out, hesitant but hungry.

With a bold impulse, Madhuri let her robe slip off, revealing the clingy nightgown.

She crooked her finger, beckoning him, then turned and descended to the house quickly, leaving the front door slightly open to avoid the bell.

In the kitchen, she poured a glass of juice, adding the last drops of the potion, her hands steady despite the thrill coursing through her. Her phone buzzed, a message from the stalker, "You used all the potion, didn’t you? Getting desperate to suck new cocks, huh?” he typed and added, “Anyone in the world but your husband." followed by a few laughing emojis.