Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan flicked the vibrator’s remote, and a jolt shot through Madhuri. She gasped, losing balance, her hands falling to the mattress to catch herself. Ishaan tucked the chain on her collar, forcing her to grip it for stability. 

He pulled it taut, dragging her off the bed.

“Kneel,” he commanded. She sank to her knees, the carpet rough against her skin. Ishaan walked her on all fours around the room, the chain guiding her like a leash, the vibrator’s buzz echoing in the silence. 



Abhi watched, his eyes wide as Ishaan removed her gown, down to bra and panties, the sound of the device and grunts of his mom still a cruel underscore to the scene.

Ishaan stepped before her, his bulge inches from her face. Madhuri swallowed hard, her hand twitching toward his pants but pulling back, mindful of Abhi’s presence. “Go on,” Ishaan said, his voice low and taunting. “You know what to do.”

Madhuri glared at him, fury flashing in her eyes. “I won’t do it,” she spat, her voice trembling with defiance.

The man in the suit cracked the flogger against Abhi’s shoulder, drawing a sharp “Ow!” Ishaan twisted the vibrator’s dial, sending a surge of pleasure through Madhuri. “Ahh!” she moaned, the sound escaping before she could stop it, unsure if it was the vibrator or the whip that sparked it.

She caught herself, feigning concern for Abhi. “Wait, don’t hurt him!” she pleaded, her hands fumbling with Ishaan’s zipper. 

She pulled his pants down, freeing his thick cock from his trunks, and began stroking it, her movements mechanical, her eyes avoiding Abhi’s.