Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan disappeared up the stairs into her bedroom, and the man in the suit kicked open Abhi’s door with a thud. A sharp, frightened yelp from Abhi pierced the air, and Madhuri’s heart lurched.

She squeezed her eyes shut, praying nothing would happen to her son, clinging to the faint hope of the three-fourth glass of memory-erasing potion she’d saved earlier. “Glad I saved it”, she thought, but the vibrator’s buzz pulled her back to her body, and she bit her lip, her mind traitorously conjuring images of the stalker's cock.

Minutes dragged like hours until the man in the suit emerged, dragging Abhi into the living room. Her son’s hands were bound behind him, his mouth gagged with a strip of cloth, his wide eyes playing the victim but flickering with something else.

He saw his mom, her nightgown hiked up, her body squirming involuntarily from the vibrator’s torment. She caught his gaze and forced her voice to steady. “Abhi, close your eyes, sweetheart. Don’t worry, everything will be alright,” she said, her words a fragile shield against the reality unfolding before him.

“Let me go, you sick fuckers!” she shouted, her voice thick with feigned outrage, though her body’s betrayal was undeniable. The damp spot on her panties grew, the vibrator’s hum a relentless assault on her resolve.

The man in the suit dragged Abhi behind her, showing her ass. “You can scream all you want,” he said, his voice soft yet laced with menace, “but your body’s telling us everything we need to know.”