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She hesitated, her heart pounding, but the thrill won out. Slowly, she changed, the lingerie hugging her tight, the outfit barely concealing it. 

Stepping out, her cheeks flushed with awkward embarrassment, she crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes meeting Ishaan’s with a mix of innocence and secret excitement.

Ishaan’s stare was hungry, unapologetic. “Didn’t expect it to suit you so well,” he said, stepping closer. His fingers grazed the shirt, removing the buttons at the top, adjusting the knot under her breasts, tugging the skirt slightly up her waist. 

Madhuri tensed, her voice sharp but curious. “Wait, what are you doing? Whose idea was this?”

Ishaan : “Mine,” he admitted, his confidence unshaken. “Who knows what Uncle’s kinks are? Thought I’d give it a shot.” He stepped back, gesturing to the center of the room. “Come on, stand there and pose for me.” he said with a commanding tone.

Madhuri’s lips curved into a teasing smirk, acting hesitant and sauntered to the spotlight to pose, her movements deliberate.

Downstairs, a chime pierced the air, and a new image flashed onto Abhi’s wall. His eyes widened in shock. His mother stood in the center of the room, dressed in their high college girl’s uniform, except the skirt was scandalously short.

Abhi : “What the fuck, Mom?” he muttered, his shorts sliding down as his hand moved uncontrollably, gripped by a shameful rush.

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Upstairs, Ishaan’s voice cut through again. “Pull the ends of the knot open,” he instructed, “and pull the skirt up a bit.”

Madhuri’s eyes widened, feigning innocence. “No, Ishaan, that’s crossing the line.”

Ishaan leaned in, his voice smooth, persuasive. “Trust me, Uncle’s gonna love it.”

She bit her lip, her expression torn but betraying a flicker of hunger. Slowly, her fingers grazed the knot, her other hand brushing the skirt’s hem, pulling it higher, as Ishaan lowered the camera angle, his grin predatory.

The projector in Abhi’s room flickered, switching to a live feed, the chime replaced by the soft hum of real-time video.

Upstairs, Madhuri’s fingers tugged the ends of her cropped shirt, the fabric parting in a slow, stunning reveal. Her balconette bra hugged her breasts tightly, the sight electrifying. 

She knew this wasn’t for Ramesh anymore, sliding the skirt a bit higher, the hem touching her belly. The spark in her eyes danced for Ishaan’s wicked game, her body swaying to his unspoken commands.

Abhi stared at the moving frames, his mother transformed into something brazen, seductive, under his bully’s control. His fragile ego burned with shame, yet desire surged as her breasts jiggled with the shirt’s release. 

He’d never thought his innocent traditional mom would be dressed like a sexy college teenager, that too in front of a boy she met a few weeks back.

Ishaan’s voice came through the feed, low and commanding. “Turn around and keep going.” Without hesitation, Madhuri turned, peeling off the shirt entirely and sliding the skirt even higher. 

Her smooth, peachy ass filled the projection, and Abhi’s hands held his head, grasping at the image, forgetting it was just light and shadow as he wondered how his mom would have looked when she was an actual teenager.

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A buzz from his phone snapped him out of it. "Check under your desk." A message from Ishaan,  Abhi’s heart raced as he pulled the drawer out of the desk, finding a pair of panties, soft, slightly damp. 

Confused, aroused, he texted back: "Whose panty is this?" Ishaan’s reply was instant, cruel: "Who else, sisspot? It’s your bitch mommy’s. She left it openly on the bed here before going to take a bath. You can use it from today."

Abhi’s nerves tightened, his fingers clutching the fabric as his eyes flicked back to the wall. The camera zoomed closer, Madhuri’s curves filling the frame as she swayed, unzipping her skirt from the side and removing it down her legs, her movements deliberately seductive. 

Madhuri : “Isn't it hot in here, Ishaan?” Her voice, teasing, broke through.

Ishaan : “Yeah, aunty,” he replied. “Temperature has spiked suddenly,” his tone thick with amusement. She chuckled, a playful edge in her voice. 

Madhuri : “Maybe you should take off some clothes too.”

The feed showed Ishaan setting the camera on the bedside table, stripping down to his boxers. Madhuri’s eyes gleamed with thrilled excitement. He grabbed the camera again, directing her. 

Ishaan : “Get on the bed.”

She obeyed, climbing onto the mattress with a feline grace, her body poised, waiting. The camera moved, positioning between her legs, shooting from above. Without prompting, Madhuri’s hands cupping her breasts over the bra, pressing them together, her hips rolling in slow, provocative circles. “Yes, like that,” Ishaan growled, his voice rough with approval.

Downstairs, Abhi’s breath hitched, his excitement peaking. The raw and vivid smell from his mother’s panties she wore earlier that day, its musty scent laced with an intoxicating flavour, drove him over the edge, his body trembling as he surrendered to the twisted rush, the projection searing into his mind.

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Madhuri’s movements were deliberate, a seduction cloaked in subtlety. Her eyes caught the growing bulge in Ishaan’s boxers and a damp heat bloomed in her thong.

Yet, his lack of reaction puzzled her, spurring her to push further. She slid a finger into her mouth, sucking slowly, then trailed it down, rubbing it over her panties while her other hand pinched her nipple through the bra. 

Madhuri : “How am I doing?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

Ishaan’s lens stayed fixed on her, his voice steady. “You’re doing well, Aunty. Uncle would love this.”

Her impatience flared. She didn't want to hear about his dead beat husband. 

Madhuri : “What about this?” she teased, tugging down one bra cup, her breast spilling out, bare and provocative. Ishaan remained silent, his face hidden behind the camera.

Madhuri : “Don’t you like what you’re seeing?” she pressed, her tone playful as she freed the other breast, her nipples hardening under his gaze.

Downstairs, Abhi, trapped in his locked room, watched the live feed with fevered intensity, his hand working furiously as he stroked his cock, anticipation twisting his gut.

Ishaan : “You’re doing good, aunty. Keep going.” he said, maddeningly calm.

Madhuri : “Just good?” she shot back, her breath quickening. “What about now?” She hooked her thumbs into her thong, slowly pulling it down her legs. Naked now, she lay back, breathless, her eyes locked on Ishaan, waiting for his move.

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You're  a wonderful writer buddy.... Never stop writing stories i have a plot if u wish to write

Thank you. Feel free to ping me personally regarding that.

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Ishaan stepped closer, the camera capturing every inch of her exposed body in high resolution, his lens unrelenting. 

Downstairs, Abhi lost his mind, pressing himself against the wall, hugging her image over the wall, kissing the projection near her pussy, rubbing his cock against the surface, consumed by the forbidden rush.

Madhuri eased into a sultry smile, her fingers grazing her pussy as she sucked her own nipple. “Yeah, you like that?” she murmured, her voice thick with desire, urging him to act.

Ishaan’s response was a calculated twist. “Yeah, Aunty, Uncle will have a blast.”

Her brow furrowed, confusion flickering through her arousal. His shift, cloaking his desire in Ramesh’s name, threw her off. 

Downstairs, Abhi’s stomach churned hearing Ishaan toy with her again, manipulating the moment. Yet, his body betrayed him, a strange feeling hit him as he realised how she got under Ishaan’s control, humping the wall as he discharged, his cum streaking the wall surface, shame and ecstasy colliding in a messy blur.

Madhuri’s body ached with unfulfilled desire, her hips rising instinctively, swaying with a sensual rhythm as she inched closer to Ishaan’s bulging trunks. Her wetness grew, her pussy throbbing, so close to his erection, craving him to break her without pretense, without any blindfold.

Ishaan’s voice cut through, cold and detached. “Perfect, Aunty. Task done. This session is a success.” He pulled back, shutting off the camera’s lens, stepping off the bed with deliberate calm.

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Madhuri froze, stunned, and scrambled for the sheets, clutching them to cover herself. Her mind reeled, he was leaving her like this, exposed and wanting. She couldn’t speak, her throat tight with shock and shame.

As Ishaan slipped back into his clothes, his tone was infuriatingly casual. “Uncle’s so lucky to have you. No wonder he’s such a happy man.” He dismantled the lights, his movements brisk. “You must be extremely tired by now. Get some rest, Aunty. See you tomorrow. Good night.” he said, winking back. The door clicked shut behind him.

Madhuri collapsed onto the pillow, her embarrassment a heavy weight she couldn’t share. She was left burning, like a pawn in his cruel game. 

Madhuri : "What happened to him?" she thought, her shame crashing over her like a wave. Sinking beneath the sheets, she felt desperate, unquenched, hollow.

Guilt gnawed at her for dismissing her stalker, the one she’d ignored in favor of Ishaan’s charm.

She grabbed her phone, typing a quick message: "Hey devil, uhm.. sorry for ignoring you." No reply. 

Minutes passed, and her fingers moved again, spilling the truth: "Ok listen, I was drawn to Ishaan. I didn’t know he too was playing me. I had no choice but to play along, but he left me shattered, just like you. Why are guys so evil?" Still nothing.

Minutes passed, her desperation peaked, and she sent one final text, raw and honest: "I admit it, I don’t want to be the one to make the first move. I hate looking desperate, even though I am. Please, do something."

Silence. No response came. Her shame swallowed her whole, and, exhausted, she drifted into a restless sleep, her thirst unquenched, her body still aching for something more.

(End of Chapter)

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Your ID there?

You probably wont need it. This is my first story, and I'd be posting my stories only here from now on. 

not sure which scenarios are added or updated, looks exactly the same
yes the pics are a good addition.
would prefer to see how you continue where you had left off in the original site

You'll notice a few minor tweaks in the initial chapters with the screenplay and dialogues. And yeah, more chapters are on the way. Watch out for them.

Swathi madam no offence but let him do whatever he wants we are enjoying don't question his morale,keep on questioning him he will be fed up...bro keep rocking don't mind about this type of comments

That's okay dude, I'm actually glad she noticed.

hey how can you make these type of pics with AI . what's the name of it ?

I use open-weight FLUX models locally and sometimes go online depending on the requirement.

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Chapter 10. Memory Trap

The city's morning sun sliced through the curtains, a cruel spotlight on Madhuri's restless form, her bedroom a prison of unspoken lust. She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers trembling over her phone.

Regret gnawed at her soul, she'd pushed the stalker away, craving Ishaan instead, only to drown in deprivation, her pussy aching for a brutal, raw act she couldn't dare demand.

She quickly got ready and escaped to her office before the boys woke up. Work was blur, her corporate desk a graveyard of focus, her mind replaying Ishaan's thrusts, his spanks he'd claimed her under Ramesh's name.

She'd typed emails with shaking hands, her thighs clenching under her pants. "He did it first... blindfolded me, broke me and now left me," she muttered, yet, fear held her back, she couldn't ask him to fuck her, terrified he'd take advantage of it later, especially since he'd already taken her blindfolded once, a secret she couldn't confess to Ramesh without breaking his heart.

Her phone buzzed. Ramesh's voice came through, cheerful. 

Ramesh : "I just landed babe. Nothing to rush here, it’s just a formal workshop. I should've canceled this trip." He paused, his tone warming. "Ishaan sent me the pics. My colleagues’ll die of jealousy if they see them, hahaha.. such a bomb you are.. Muuah!"

Madhuri's heart skipped. "Which pics?" she asked, tense.

Ramesh : "Don’t be naughty, honey. Those in that green slip dress," he said. "I knew the boy got a good taste. G0d, I wanna come home soon."

Relief washed over her, Ishaan hadn't sent the others. She exhaled, steadying herself. "I'll be waiting too, honey," she replied, feigning love.

That evening, she returned home late, drained. Ishaan greeted her at the door, his smile odd, suggestive. "Coming from a photoshoot, Aunty? You look all worked up. Haha, just kidding."

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She mumbled a greeting and hurried to her room, avoiding his gaze. In the living room, Abhi sat beside him, staring blankly at the TV, his poker face masking the turmoil of last night's memories.

That night, lost in her thoughts, Madhuri texted the stalker, her desperation spilling out: "Listen. You are the only one I can reach out to. Do something, I'm begging you. I gave you a blowjob, and you ghosted me for nothing. You owe me this much, help me out."

After a long silence, the stalker replied: "Fine. Wait till morning."  and Madhuri was left in tormenting expectation.

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The next morning, she woke up to see a small box on the night stand containing a vial of green liquid labeled with a wolf sticker, a pipette inside. She looked at it carefully before checking her room to find a window wide open.

A message popped up: "That’s a memory eraser, the favor you asked last night. Use it on him, he'll forget everything, no trouble for you. Also, why is my accomplice complaining about the musty smell in your room?"

Madhuri : "Don't play with me. How's this supposed to help?" she scoffed, texting back, closing the window.

The stalker's reply was sharp: "How? I thought senior consultants have brains. Go fuck that boy, later use it on him, and he wont remember anything."

Madhuri : "What? What's that supposed to mean?" she shot back, perplexed.

Ishaan : "Test it yourself if you're skeptical of me. Oh, and it only affects males." he replied.

Madhuri : "How do I test it?" she typed, skeptical.

Ishaan : "Mix a few milliliters in whatever he takes. He'll forget those last few hours, depending on the dose. Simple."

Madhuri : "What? You sent me a drug? Is it safe?" she pressed.

Ishaan : "Yeah, totally safe," he assured.

Hesitant but intrigued, Madhuri thanked him. Unbeknownst to her, the potion was nothing but a ruse, Abhi convinced forcefully into playing along, and the pipette's readings were transmitted straight to Ishaan's device whenever used.

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While closing the chat, she found an unread notification from Ramesh he sent last night, “You’re glowing in that brown dress, honey. Here’s me,” a proud dad selfie of him wearing a blazer, clicked in front of the Vessel, his double chin evident, belly protuding out, attached to the text. “How do I look?” 

Alerted, she quickly typed, “You look so handsome, honey. Sorry, I didn't check my phone yesterday.” and replied.

She took a leave from work, the stakes set high as her pics burned in Ishaan’s camera, “I don’t have much time left,” she muttered, rushing downstairs.

Madhuri : "I'm off today, making breakfast. What do you boys want?" she announced.

Abhi : "Ah.. just Idlis are enough, Ma," he said nervously, eyes on TV.

Ishaan : "Me too, aunty" he said, his tone teasing. "Two soft, round, plumpy idlis are more than enough." His smirk made her flush, catching his double entendre.

Abhi sank in anger, hidden, he knew he was the one who started all this, the initial chat screenshots, still safe with Ishaan, a rein tied to Abhi.

Madhuri : "Umm.. S-Sure," she said, heading to the kitchen.

As she prepared the idlis, she pulled out the potion, measuring 40ml of the tasteless liquid, drizzling it over Ishaan's plate.

On second thought, she decided to test it on Abhi first. She added a small drop on a piece of idli and called him to the kitchen.

Madhuri : "Sweetie, come taste this once," she said, handing it to him.

Right as he's about to swallow, she pinched his thigh hard. Abhi yelped in pain but quickly masked it after gulping, eyes watering with discomfort, forcing a strained smile as he praised the flavor of the Idli. 

Madhuri's eyes widened, shocked, thrilled. She texted the stalker after Abhi left the kitchen: "Thank you. It's working!"

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The boys quickly ate, thanking her for the breakfast and Madhuri sat next to Ishaan, waiting for the drug to take effect.

Ishaan, then started his act, blinked slowly, rubbing his temples. 

Ishaan : "Why do I feel.. strange? Is it.. morning already?" putting down the water glass on the table, checking his surroundings.

Madhuri : "What's wrong, Ishaan?” Can't remember anything? What's the last thing you recall?" she asked, feigning worry.

Ishaan : “I-I don’t know. How did I end up here?” he said, acting confused.

Madhuri : “What do you mean Ishaan, you were here all along” she said with a victorious smirk, convinced the potion had worked, his innocent act making her feel powerful.

Ishaan : "No, aren’t we at the photoshoot? You looked incredible in that brown dress," Ishaan said, keeping up the charade.

Madhuri chuckled, oblivious to Abhi's deception and Ishaan's act cementing her confidence. 

Madhuri : "You must be exhausted, Ishaan, take some rest. By the way, speaking of the photoshoot, can I check out my photos?" she asked.

Ishaan : "I'm good, Aunty, thank you," he handed the camera over, then joined Abhi in a video game, lounging lazily.

On the couch, Madhuri scrolled through the camera, deleting every compromising pic.

Madhuri : "Ishaan, did you copy these anywhere?" she asked, her voice tight.

Ishaan : "Just sent a few nice ones to Uncle after clicking. Nothing else." he shrugged, eyes on the game.

She sighed, relieved, her fingers trembling as she clutched the camera, believing she'd outmaneuvered him, for now.

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She sighed, relieved, her fingers trembling as she clutched the camera, believing she'd outmaneuvered him, for now.

Madhuri slipped into the kitchen, her mind buzzing with twisted possibilities with the potion. Her desire was a live wire, and she couldn't wait any longer to test her plan on Ishaan. 

“You can do this!” she whispered to herself as she poured 3ml of the green liquid into a glass of juice, to give it to him later, erasing his memory. Tucking the vial away, she steadied her trembling hands.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out and called to Abhi. 

Madhuri : "I need some groceries, sweetie," she said, handing him a long list. "Can you go to the supermarket?" Abhi nodded, feigning compliance, and left, leaving her alone in the house with Ishaan.

Madhuri had changed into the black saree Ishaan picked, its fabric clinging to her curves. She sauntered into the living room, hips swaying seductively, and stood before him. Ishaan was engrossed in Valorant, lounged on the beanbag, his eyes on the screen. 

Ishaan : "Need any help, Aunty?" he asked.

She smirked, adjusting her saree to reveal her navel and midriff, tugging her waist band low to expose her venus tummy, mirroring his tease from the shopping mall. 

Madhuri : "Yeah," she said, her voice low, suggestive.

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He glanced at her, feigning shock, and set the controller down, standing. "What's it, Aunty? Tell me. Anything for you," he said, his eyes locking with hers, playing innocent.

Madhuri stepped closer, her smirk widening. "Don't you know what it is?"

He tilted his head, acting confused. "What do you mean?"

She scoffed, closing the gap. "Don't you play me like your high college girlfriends, I know you want it." Her voice was sharp, confident.

He stood there not moving an inch and asks, "Want what aunty?"

Stepping closer, she took his hand, placing it on her breast over the blouse. "Me. Am I wrong?" Her eyes blazed with lust.

Ishaan's hand stayed still, his face a mask of cluelessness. "I don't know what you're saying, Aunty."

Madhuri's smirk deepened. "Then why's this getting hard?" Her hand slid to his bulge, rubbing slowly over his track pants.

Ishaan's lips twitched into a smirk. "Because there's a hot woman standing right in front of me."

Her breath grew heavy. "Uh-huh, so... what do you wanna do to her?" She undid his belt buckle, her fingers deft, her tongue wetting her lips.

"I don't know," he teased, his voice low. "You tell me. What does she want?"

"You're a tease, aren't you?" Madhuri replied, unzipping his pants, their eyes locked in a charged stare.

"You're confusing me, Aun-" Ishaan started, but she cut him off, pouncing onto him. "Fuck me!" she demanded, her voice raw.

"What!?" he exclaimed loud, his pants dropping to the floor, his act of surprise almost convincing.

Her hand stroked his hard dick through his trunks, her other index finger hushing his lips. "Ssh, don't shout. You heard me right." She pushed him onto the couch, his body sinking into the cushions.

Ishaan swallowed, still playing innocent. "But you're my friend's mom. How can I-"

Madhuri leaned over him, flipping her hair back and gently kissed on his cheeks. Her blouse slipped slightly and her cleavage loomed in front of his face. "So what? Forget that. We're both adults. I like the man in you. From the very first day you walked into this house, your charm gripped me. Every flirt, every glance, it made my heart race. I didn't think it'd take this long. Here I am, all for you." She tossed her pallu aside, her body trembling with desire, offering herself completely, her words a fiery confession of pent-up need.

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She got up and knelt before Ishaan, her eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and desire. "This is where you lit my spark, remember?" she said, tying her hair back, her voice low and teasing, hinting at the spot where they played 3D Twister weeks ago, her fingers grazing up his thighs.

"The other day, when you slipped your hand into my pocket..." She paused, her hand brushing his erect cock straining against his trunks. "I felt it then." 

Slowly, she tugged his underwear down, revealing his thick, raw cock, dangerously familiar from the stalker's photos but more imposing in the flesh, pulsing under the living room lights.

Her face lit with excitement as she locked eyes with him, fondling her breasts over her blouse. 

Holding his dick, she spat on it, stroking, her movements deliberate. "You guys like this, don’t you?" she murmured, leaning in to lick the tip, then dragging her tongue up the shaft from the bottom like a lollipop, her gaze never leaving his.

Ishaan's cock twitched, and her smirk widened. One hand slipped under her petticoat, rubbing her coochie as she worked him.

Little to her knowledge, Abhi hadn't gone to the market. He lurked in the backyard, peering through the window, hidden in the shadows, his shorts tenting with a hard boner as he watched, torn between shame and a secret thrill.

Madhuri opened her mouth, taking Ishaan's cock in slowly, her lips wrapping around it, teeth carefully tucked away. She went deeper, his hard length poking her throat, her muffled breaths filling the air and Abhi hitched in the shadows, “What are you doing, mom?”

Ishaan groaned, falling back onto the couch, his hands soon finding her head, pushing her down harder.

She gagged softly, her muffled noises mixing with pleasure as she reveled in his dominance, her pussy growing wetter at the thought of him inside her. The technique she'd honed with the stalker in the backyard fueled her, driving her to please him.

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She gagged softly, her muffled noises mixing with pleasure as she reveled in his dominance, her pussy growing wetter at the thought of him inside her. The technique she'd honed with the stalker in the backyard fueled her, driving her to please him.

After sucking it for a few minutes, she pulled back, breathless, and stood, unhooking her blouse and letting it fall. Her petticoat followed, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

Ishaan mirrored her, ripping his shirt off in one swift motion, his muscular frame sending a shiver through her. She climbed onto the couch, straddling him, her legs framing his body, her hands around his neck, her wet pussy hovering just above his throbbing cock.

Their eyes locked. Ishaan tugged one bra cup down, grabbing her breast, the other hand slipped from her thighs onto her panties from behind, squeezing her big round ass.

Madhuri flipped her hair to the side, grinding slowly against him, his warm breath grazing her neck, her hard nipples brushing his chest. “I want to fuck you, Aunty,” Ishaan said, caressing her ass. 

"Yeah? I waited so long for you to say this," she whispered, her voice thick with need, her wet spot rubbing his dick, aching for something wild and deep.

Abhi, outside, muttered to himself, "It's happening," his boner straining, a twisted urge to join them flickering in his mind. 

Ishaan took control, clicking a button on the couch that flattened it into a bed.

He threw Madhuri onto the soft cushions, landing on top of her, spreading her legs and pinning her hands down. Her breath hitched as he tore her bra off in one rough pull. She instinctively covered her breasts, but he brushed his fingers into her panties, dragging it aside.

Coating his fingers with saliva, he eased them inside her, drawing a moan from her lips.

Abhi moved to the main door, watching his bully take on his mom through the letter hole.

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Ishaan pulled his fingers out, unfolding her hands from her breasts, leaned forward pinning them above her to the cushion. His cock brushed her clit, pausing for a heartbeat, her body naked, exposed in her own living room, no blindfold, no pretense. "Give it to me," she gasped, her voice raw.

Ishaan thrust into her, hard and deep, her eyes squeezing shut as a loud moan escaped, “Aaaahh..” He moved slow and slowly increased his pace, fucking her like a beast in missionary, his cock plunging into her pussy, each thrust, deep in and out, making wet, sticky sounds that filled the room.

Her body arched, consumed by the raw intensity, as he pounded her relentlessly, no hesitation, no restraint.

Abhi stood frozen outside the living room door, his hand trembling on the knob, an empty shopping bag dangling uselessly at his side. His heart pounded so loudly he was sure it would give him away.

His fear had kept him at bay, but curiosity, or something darker, had finally won. He turned a spare key into the lock, the click loud, and pushed the door open.

The sight hit him like a punch. His bully laid on top of his mother, thrusting deep, her legs hugged him, with a voice, a high pitched desperate moan. "Aaahh.. Don't stop, Ishaan. Aaahh… please…" she gasped, her head thrown back.

Hearing the click, Madhuri's eyes flicked toward the door, and she froze, her face draining of color. "Abhi!" she shrieked, shoving Ishaan off her. She scrambled to cover herself, snatching two small throw pillows to shield her chest and lap.

Her cheeks burned red, her gaze dropping to the floor in shame. "What... what are you doing here?"

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Her cheeks burned red, her gaze dropping to the floor in shame. "What... what are you doing here?"

Abhi slammed the door shut behind him, his voice shaking with feigned anger. "What the hell is going on, Mom? What is this?" He gestured wildly at the scene, his eyes darting between her and Ishaan, who was still lounging on the couch, unbothered.

Madhuri's voice was small, trembling. "W-Why didn't you go to the… supermarket? You said you were going!"

"I forgot my wallet!" Abhi snapped, holding up the spare key like evidence. "But, I didn't think I'd walk in on... on this!" he shouted, throwing away the empty bag.

Ishaan stood, completely naked, his movements casual, almost mocking. "Relax, Aunty," he said, his voice smooth as he sauntered toward Abhi.

He stopped inches away, towering over Abhi, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. "Listen to me you piece of shit," his voice faltered Abhi, "You say a word about this to anyone, and I'll tell your mom your little secret." 

His warning a gunshot to Abhi, bringing him back to senses instinctively, “Oh no, did I just commit the worst mistake of my life?” he thought, looking away frightened.

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Ishaan grabbed Abhi's collar, yanking him closer to the couch where Madhuri sat, mortified. "Sit," Ishaan ordered, pointing to a chair across from them. "And watch."

Madhuri's breath hitched, her hands clutching the pillows tighter. "Ishaan, no," she whispered, her voice cracking. "This is... I can't do this with him here. It's wrong."

Ishaan grinned, leaning closer to her. "Oh, come on, Madhuri. You can if he agrees to it, right?" He turned to Abhi, his tone sharp. "What do you say, duffer? Should I spill your secret?"

Abhi's heart thundered, his mind racing. He knew what Ishaan was threatening to reveal, the nights he'd lingered outside the door, listening, watching through the curtains, too ashamed to admit what it did to him. "No," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I'm sorry, I'll... I'll watch."

Madhuri's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "Abhi, what?" she whispered, her voice laced with disbelief. She looked at him, her son, sitting there with fear in his eyes, and her heart sank. "Poor kid," she thought. "He's being blackmailed."

But another thought gnawed at her, "What secret could he be hiding? And why do I always get interrupted when I was so close to losing myself in the moment?"

Ishaan chuckled, turning back to Madhuri. "Problem solved." He fixed Abhi with a stare. "You do exactly what I say, got it? Keep your eyes only on her. Don't look anywhere else, or I'll make sure she knows everything."

Abhi opened his mouth to protest, but Ishaan cut him off. "Shh. Silently watch me fuck your beautiful mom." He reached out, trying to snatch the pillow’s from Madhuri’s grasp and she snapped. 

"Ishaan, wait," Madhuri whispered, her voice trembling with shame. "Where have I gotten myself stuck?" But a small, desperate part of her clung to the thought: "At least I know a way to erase their memories." But that was later. This was now.

Ishaan leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You really want to stop?" he murmured. "If you stop now, you stop forever."

[Steel]

Madhuri's eyes met his, her mind a storm of confusion. She wanted to run away, but her body betrayed her, slowly letting the pillows slip away into Ishaan’s hands, leaving her exposed. Her cheeks flushed crimson, a weird feeling hit her as her hands hovered uselessly as she tried to cover herself.

Before she could answer, Ishaan pulled her back onto the couch-turned-bed, taking her hands off her chest and held her right tit, his lips finding her nipple, sucking hard. She gasped, eyes closed with shame, torn between the pleasure coursing through her and the duty screaming in her head.

"Look at this, dipshit," Ishaan said, his voice mocking as he glanced at Abhi. "See how hard your mom's nipples are? That's how hungry your mom is."

"Stop it.. Ishaan…" Madhuri moaned, but her voice broke, half protest, half plea. 

Ishaan ignored her, flipping her onto her knees. He pinned her head down to the couch, her hands held to her back with his grip, positioning her in a way that made her face directly at her son.