Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan descended the stairs, his presence filling the room like a storm. He stepped toward Abhi, patting his shoulder with mock camaraderie.

“Look at her, kid,” he said, his voice a low growl. Then he turned to Madhuri, his eyes boring into her as she turned back squealing. “Your beautiful mom! She'd always been running from this, but I saw her, the real woman in her.”

He leaned in close, his scarf tight, dropping to one knee, and said, "The question is, how much longer can she pretend?”

With a press of the remote, he increased the vibrator’s intensity. Madhuri’s body let out a moan, her back curving as her hips lifted, fingers and toes clenching tightly.

“Please! Ahhh... Turn it off!” she pleaded, her voice cracking as the vibrations overwhelmed her senses.

“Just a little longer,” Ishaan teased, sauntering toward the kitchen.

“No! Please, turn it off! Take it out!” she begged, her desperation peaking as he twisted the dial again from the kitchen, pushing the intensity to a merciless high.

“P-P-Please!” Madhuri’s cry dissolved into a shuddering gasp as her body succumbed, her legs quivering as an orgasm ripped through her. Her vision blurred, her panting breaths loud in the silence that followed.

Ishaan switched off the vibrator and emerged from the kitchen, holding the glass of potion she’d pinned her hopes on. He stood before her, his smirk vicious. “Thirsty?” he taunted, tilting the glass.

Before she could react, he poured the liquid onto the floor, the mat soaking it up like her fading resolve. “Oops,” he said, his voice dripping with false regret. “Looks like no more ‘drinks’ left for you.”

Madhuri’s eyes widened, shock pulsing through her. The last chance to erase this night from Abhi’s memory was gone, spilled into the fibers of the rug. She glanced at her son, his bound form trembling, his eyes no longer innocent but heavy with the weight of what he’d witnessed.

She knew he’d never forget this, her shame, her surrender, her secret desires laid bare. Her mind raced, clinging to one final strategy: she had to act the victim, to convince Abhi she was forced into this, to salvage what little of their bond remained.