Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Madhuri’s muffled protests softened, her mind racing. She clung to the hope that Abhi believed she was a victim, forced into this depravity. A few nights ago, she’d begged Ishaan to fuck her on the same bed, her desires laid bare, and now the stalker seemed intent on fulfilling her darkest fantasies. She submitted silently, her body yielding even as her mind wrestled with guilt in front of her son.

“Get on your knees,” Ishaan ordered, his voice sharp. Madhuri struggled, the mattress sinking beneath her as she obeyed. He gripped her chin, leaning close. “You’re gonna love this,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

He removed the handcuffs and ball gag, tossing them aside. Madhuri gasped, her hands instinctively covering herself, her chest heaving with relief and trepidation.

Ishaan’s eyes gleamed. “Now, stick out your tongue and pant like a dog.”

Madhuri hesitated, "W-What!?" her gaze flickering to Abhi.

The other guy, now shirtless too, revealing a tapestry of tattoos across his chest, raised another flogger, threatening a whip toward Abhi. “Wait!” Madhuri cried, her voice hoarse. She met Ishaan’s gaze, then slowly extended her tongue, panting softly, her breaths shallow and humiliated.

“More,” Ishaan demanded. “Tongue out further. And point your hands out like dog paws.”

Madhuri looked at Abhi’s trembling form, the guy stretched the flogger, his eyes evil, while Abhi sat silent, his fear palpable.

Steeling herself, she straightened her back, extended her tongue fully, and raised her hands, mimicking a dog’s stance. “Heh-heh-heh,” she panted, the sound degrading yet laced with a secret thrill. The humiliation of performing in front of her son clashed with the dark pleasure coursing through her.

“Now, that's what we call a true BITCH” the other guy laughed, showing to Abhi, pointing at her.