Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

“Mmph… sweetie,” she murmured, turning her face to break the kiss, her voice soft but wavering.

“Don’t pull away, mom” he whispered, his lips brushing her jaw as he pressed closer.

Her hands wrapping around him, fingers threading through his hair to guide his face to her neck. The other slid down, resting on his ass, urging him closer despite her faint protest.

“We shouldn’t…” she breathed, “This is… mmph… so wrong,” her voice trembling with protest as she subtly rolled her hips, chasing to sense his slender cock.

“Please, Abhi… control yourself.”

“I’m sorry, Mom..” he murmured, his voice strained with effort as he thrust, struggling to find a rhythm inside her. “Just… bear with me. I’ll forget everything you did with Ishaan. Please...”

His thin cock barely grazed her already stretched walls, leaving her wanting. Her eyes flicked sideways, catching the gazes of the other guys in the room, their stares heavy with intent.

Ishaan chuckled from the corner, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’re killing it, buddy! Keep it up!”

Abhi, oblivious to the taunt, took it as praise, his confidence surging. He quickened his pace, believing he was pleasing his mom. Within moments, he shuddered, his release spilling into her, and he collapsed beside her, breathless. “Mom... I’m so... sigh... happy my first time... sigh... was with you,” he panted, a grin spreading across his face.

Madhuri forced a smile, masking her embarrassment at his swift finish. “Mmm… anything for you, sweetie,” she replied, her tone strained as she discreetly wiped herself clean.

Abhi caught the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, and the weight of reality hit her, he’d finished too soon, leaving her unsatisfied. She shifted away awkwardly, her movement subtle but sharp. A sinking feeling washed over him, echoing the inadequacy he’d seen in his dad.

Madhuri’s eyes locked onto Ishaan, a bold glint in her gaze as she pointed at him. “You, what are you looking at? Come here, silly boy,” she said, her voice unapologetically direct, biting her lip with a suggestive smirk. “I want you.” Her secrets lay bare, no trace of shame or need to hide from her son.

Abhi, despite his disappointment, felt a strange contentment, knowing he’d at least witness her with Ishaan.

Ishaan grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “At your service, ma’am,” he teased, unzipping his pants with a flourish. But just then, the sharp chime of the doorbell cut through the room.