Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan’s gaze locked onto Madhuri’s, his eyes burning with possessive intensity. He leaned in, kissing her deeply, plucking the rose from her mouth and tossing it aside with a careless flick. His lips curled into a wicked grin. 

“Couldn’t even wait two days, huh?” He pressed himself closer, his voice a low growl. “Let us give you a night you’ll never forget.” and leaned in to kiss her lips.

Madhuri’s eyes widened, her breath catching between moans. “How do you… mmph… know that?” she gasped. “The p-potion… aahh…” she stammered, her mind scrambling to process his words.

Ishaan chuckled, his thrusts unrelenting. “You think that potion works on me? Don't you think I'll keep myself safe? Don’t worry, your darkest secrets with your son are still safe with me.” His tone was mocking, but his words carried a twisted reassurance, as if he relished holding her shame over her.

A fleeting relief washed over Madhuri as she glanced at Abhi, his innocent facade crumbling under the weight of his gaze. 

She held memories of their forbidden night, moments she’d thought erased, now flickering in his expression. She wanted to believe he was still her innocent boy, but the truth gnawed at her.

Their pace intensified, the bed slamming against the wall with each thrust, the vibrations rippling through Madhuri’s body. Her holes stretched, their pulsing cocks filling her completely, erasing any hope for Ramesh.

Her moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained, her body surrendering to the pleasure despite her guilt. Her eyes darted to the wardrobe, where the fragile pipette teetered on the edge, inching closer to disaster with every violent thrust of the bed.

“No, no! Wait!” she cried, her voice desperate as she tried to halt them, her hands clawing at the sheets. But Ishaan only rode her harder, his grin feral. With one final, brutal thud, the pipette toppled, shattering into glittering shards on the floor.