Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Sharma chewed the mint awkwardly, his eyes never leaving her. He pushed her onto the bed, fumbling with his shirt buttons and yanking off his pants. She slowly removed her gown and he quickly tugged her panties down, his movements rushed.

“Slow down,” Madhuri said, spreading her legs, her voice firm but sultry. “I want this to last all night.”

Sharma’s grin was almost feral. “Fuck! Guess I’m just born lucky,” he growled, climbing onto the bed. “I’ve watched you through that window for years, dreaming of this day.”

He crawled onto her, his semi-erect cock struggling to enter her. After a moment, he pushed inside, and Madhuri moaned softly, her body responding despite the clumsy start.

“Touch me,” she urged, guiding his hands to her breasts. He obliged, squeezing as he thrust, his words spilling out in a rush. “You have no idea how many men in the colony wanted you..” Her pride swelled, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. 

“I must be special,” he said, moving in and out. But his rhythm faltered, and within a minute, he groaned, finishing with a shudder and pulling out. Madhuri blinked, shocked at the brevity, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire.

Sharma collapsed beside her, panting. “Where’s the washroom?” he asked, his voice sheepish.

Madhuri wrapped the sheet around herself, her face tight with disappointment. “Over there,” she said, pointing.

As he shuffled out, she sat up, her mind racing. The night she’d craved had fizzled, leaving her emptier than before.