Incest Mrs. Chatterjee opens a massage parlor at home

[cutekomal]

Rahul, disheartened at the mention of not going to a parlor, still asked, "I don't understand, what exactly are you trying to say?".

"Look, Rahul, I believe going to a massage parlor would be a huge risk," Paromita explained, her voice filled with concern. "How many times do we hear news reports about security officer raids on this or that parlor, with pictures shown on TV news channels?. I simply don't want to take that risk with you. Your reputation could be tarnished, and do you really want that?".


Paromita's words instilled a profound fear in Rahul. He had never considered it from this perspective before! "If a tiger touches you, it's 18 wounds; if the security officer touch you, it's 36" – the old saying resonated with a new, terrifying clarity. Helplessly, Rahul then asked his well-wishing, supportive sister-in-law, "Boudi, what should I do now?".

Further escalating his fear, Paromita continued, "More than security officer raids, it's also a significant health risk. Who's to say how hygienic the girl massaging you will be? What if she's HIV infected? If you go for 'extras,' it could lead to your utter ruin!".


"Boudi, what is happening? You're just frightening me even more!" Rahul exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation. "I've nurtured this dream for so long, and finally, after knowing everything, you even gave me permission, and now you're saying all this!".

"Rahul, have I told you that you won't fulfill your dream?" Paromita countered calmly. "I'm only saying you shouldn't take the risk of doing all this outside. I have an alternative plan...".

"What is it?" Rahul asked, a flicker of hope returning.

"What if I told you that you could fulfill this dream right here, at home?" Paromita posed, her gaze unwavering.

Rahul was startled by her words. "At home??" he repeated, utterly bewildered.

"Hmm," Paromita affirmed.

"Boudi, my head is spinning. I don't understand anything. How is it possible at home? Who will come to massage me?" he asked, a mixture of confusion and renewed excitement in his voice.


Paromita, with an almost unnerving calm, told Rahul, "Rahul, relax, don't rush. Listen carefully to what I have to say, and you'll understand".

As Paromita spoke, Rahul, intrigued and desperate, listened intently.

"Okay, Rahul, listen," Paromita began, her voice steady and deliberate. "I've promised you that I'll allow you to get a massage. But I never specified *where* or *at what location*. And that place, I will determine. That place is none other than our home. Because going out for a massage at your young age carries risks. You're new to this city, and you don't really know your way around. So, I can't let you fall into trouble by blindly following your friends. You'll find a girl right here at home who will come to your room and give you a massage. That will be a completely safe and hygienic option. Do you understand?".


Rahul could barely believe his own ears; what was he hearing?. "Boudi, what are you saying?? Are you joking with me? Who will come here to give me a massage?".

"Hmm... there is someone!" Paromita replied, her eyes glinting with a hidden meaning.

"Who is she?" Rahul asked, his excitement surging.

"You could say she's a friend of mine. At my request, she might come. She can give you a massage, provide you with a Happy Ending, and if possible, even some 'extras'."

The innocent Rahul found it hard to believe her words. He said, "Boudi, I honestly don't believe you! Why would your friend do this for me? Who is this generous woman? I don't recall ever hearing you mention such a friend!".


Paromita replied, "She doesn't do this for everyone. She's not a professional. In fact, this will be the very first time in her life she's massaging anyone, and that 'anyone' would be you. She'll do it because you are my brother-in-law. And because of that, she has certain conditions that you must abide by. Although, these conditions aren't particularly difficult".

Rahul, placing his hands on his head, sank onto the sofa, exclaiming, "Boudi, I think I'm going crazy! You've thrown me into such a riddle; everything in my head is muddled. Just tell me straight, who is she? And what are her conditions?". Paromita offered a mysterious smile and said, "Rahul, as far as I know, you're excellent at math, and you're very good at solving riddles. I will explain all her conditions to you in detail, how the massage will happen, in which room, everything. With my explanation, perhaps you can unravel the mystery of this riddle and discover who that girl is! And even if you identify her with my clues, there's no need to discuss it with me. You can keep the answer to your riddle a secret from me".


Rahul, after much thought, finally asked, "Alright, then tell me, what are her rules and conditions? And how will the massage happen?". Paromita replied, "Then listen carefully. The most important condition is that you must be blindfolded, meaning your eyes must be covered. You won't be able to see her. Your eyes will remain covered throughout the entire massage session. The second condition is that she will not speak to you at all".

Rahul pondered for a moment and then said, "Mmmh... okay, Boudi, I agree to these conditions. But when, on what day, will she give me the massage? When will she come to our house?".


Paromita replied, "Rahul, it's good to hear you're ready to be blindfolded. And if you ask when it will happen, let me tell you that since you're ready to receive a massage with your eyes blindfolded, it can happen any day you wish. Even if you want, it can happen today, right now".

Rahul responded with a bewildered expression, "I'm surprised, Boudi! Has she already arrived? Have you planned a surprise for me?".

Paromita, with a slight shake of her head, said, "No more silly questions, Rahul. I won't answer any more of your deliberate questions. Listen carefully, if you're ready, we'll join two benches together to make a massage table. And that will be in your bedroom. I'll take you to your room and tie your eyes securely, so you can't see anything. Then I'll leave the room. I'll close your room door. Hearing the sound of the door closing, you'll slowly start undressing and prepare for the massage. But don't, by any mistake, remove your blindfold. When you're ready, you'll call out loudly, saying you're ready. Hearing your call, my friend will enter your room. She will be wearing anklets, and you'll know she has entered your room by the sound of her anklets. She will shake your hand, so you understand she's arrived in your room and is ready to give you a massage. She will massage you, and if needed, she'll even give you a Happy Ending, so you get complete enjoyment. If you follow all the rules, she might even give you some extras, but only if you're a good and obedient boy. But don't expect too much from her, because this is her first time massaging anyone. And you also shouldn't feel any hesitation or discomfort, just because she's my friend. Just think of her as a massage girl. So, take her massage easily. When the massage session is complete, she will shake your hand again to let you know the session is finished. Then she will leave your room, closing the door. Hearing the sound of the door closing, you'll know she has left. Then slowly untie your blindfold. Don't rush. First, properly put on all your clothes, one by one, and then you can come out of the room, okay?".


Paromita added, "Oh, one more thing. When I tie your eyes before your massage and leave the room, I won't be in the house. I'll leave you and my friend alone at home for a few hours, to give you some privacy. So you can have your massage session stress-free. Rest assured that your sister-in-law won't be around to make you uncomfortable".

Rahul's expression suggested he had recognized the identity of the unknown woman. His face held a mix of surprise, bewilderment, and excitement—a truly mixed expression. Let's see what his reaction to all this will be now....


Rahul said, "Boudi, are you serious? Are you truly agreeable to this arrangement?".

Rahul had found the answer to his riddle, and Paromita responded in kind, "Yes, Rahul, I've thought about it a lot, and there's no better way for me. I don't want you to fall into the trap of some unknown woman elsewhere. I want you to be in safe hands, and receive a massage from her. That's why I've appointed my friend for this task. I know my friend better than myself; I have immense trust in her that she won't do anything improper with you".


Rahul tried desperately to hide his excitement from his sister-in-law, but he couldn't. Paromita understood that Rahul was secretly very happy and incredibly excited. Paromita thought to herself that if Rahul was this happy, it meant he was just a few steps away from cleansing his mind. Once this massage was done, he would surely return to the mainstream of his life.

Suppressing his eagerness, Rahul said, "Boudi, I'm glad to hear you're happy with this arrangement, but what about your friend? Is she comfortable with this plan? I must tell you beforehand, I'll be almost naked, just like my friend you saw in the video".


Rahul's naughty-yet-sweet remark made Paromita blush slightly. Against her will, Paromita couldn't help but inwardly appreciate her brother-in-law's cunning and mischief. Rahul had indirectly given her an advance warning about his naked state. Paromita, however, maintained control over her emotions, offered a faint smile, and replied to Rahul, "Don't worry, Rahul, she's completely ready to face you in that state. Above all, like me, she also wants to rid your mind and thoughts of all this filth. In short, she wants to help you on my behalf".


Rahul, with a mischievous glint in his eye, asked, "Alright, Boudi, what does she look like? Is she as beautiful as you are? Most importantly, what's her name? What should I call her during the massage?".

"What does it matter if she's as beautiful as me?" Paromita countered. "Your eyes will be closed; it's about getting a massage. So, I don't think that's a big deal!".

"But her name? Can't I know her name? She's my dream fairy; what name will I know her by for the rest of my life?" Rahul pressed, his voice laced with playful longing.

"Mmmh... her name..." Paromita paused, thinking for a moment, then announced, "Her name is Mohini!".


"Mohini! Wow! What a beautiful name! The enchanting woman's name is Mohini. I haven't seen her, but I've heard many stories about her. Can I call her 'Mohini darling' during the massage?" Rahul asked, his voice full of infatuation.

Paromita turned her face away and whispered, "Whatever you wish!".

Rahul's curiosity about Mohini seemed unending. He further inquired, "Alright, what will she wear to give the massage?".

Paromita hadn't anticipated this question and inwardly began to ponder it herself. Just then, Rahul added, "Look, Boudi, you said your friend would give me 'extras' if I'm an obedient boy. And I already told you what 'extras' mean: body touch. So, she can't come fully covered".


Paromita then, blushing, said, "Rahul, how would I or my friend know what costume is used for a massage?. She's never done this before. Only professional massage girls know. Do you happen to know what kind of clothes they wear?".

"I have an idea!" Rahul exclaimed.

"What?" Paromita asked.

"I've never been to a massage parlor myself, but my friends went today. How about this: I'll casually ask them about it?."

"Alright, do that," Paromita agreed. "Call them and ask. But beware, don't tell them the real reason behind your question!. Put the phone on speaker mode so I can hear your conversation too".


Rahul, following his sister-in-law's instructions precisely, put his phone on loudspeaker mode and called one of his friends who had gone to the massage parlor that day.

"Hello Tanmoy, where are you?" Rahul asked.

"Rahul, what's up, brother? You didn't come today! We're heading home now. Everything's done (haha), and you're calling now, you idiot!" Tanmoy replied.

"Alright, brother, just tell me one thing, without rambling..." Rahul urged.

"What is it...?" Tanmoy asked.

"What do massage girls wear when they give massages? What did they wear when they massaged you guys?" Rahul inquired.

"Not much, brother, you know!. They only wore a bra and panty. The girl was super sexy. You missed out on something huge, man. This opportunity doesn't come often".


"Whether I missed anything or not, time will tell," Rahul said, casting a glance at his sister-in-law. Paromita noticed that he had deliberately said that for her to hear.

"Meaning?" Tanmoy asked, confused.

"Nothing, just leave it. I'm hanging up. You guys get home safely".

"Alright, see you in class, brother," Tanmoy said, and Rahul ended the call. "So, Boudi, did you hear what he said? Your friend needs to wear a bra and panty".

Paromita, taken aback, exclaimed, "You devilish boy, you'll be blindfolded! What does it matter to you what she wears?".

Rahul replied, "Ah, Boudi, you don't understand one thing. You yourself said that if I'm an obedient boy and follow all the rules, your friend Mohini will give me 'extras,' meaning she'll let me touch her. Now, if she massages me wearing a full-sleeved kurta like yours, what part of her body will I even touch? You tell me...".


Paromita, growing somewhat exasperated, exclaimed, "Ugh, honestly, I can't deal with you anymore! Your demands are sky-high. So, tell me what you *really* want!...".

Rahul responded, "Boudi, why are you getting annoyed? Look, I didn't force your friend; you're the one who said... Anyway, if there's going to be a massage, then tell Mohini to do everything completely professionally. Just like the massage girl, wearing a bra and panty, massaged my friends, I deserve the exact same kind of massage, otherwise, don't do anything at all".

With this, Rahul feigned a little anger deliberately. It was noteworthy that now, in his conversation with Paromita, Rahul was gradually using the name "Mohini" repeatedly instead of "your friend". Paromita finally sighed, "Truly, I have never seen another boy as stubborn as you".


With that statement, Paromita, in a way, tacitly accepted Rahul's demand. Finally, Rahul declared, "Boudi, I am ready now. You can call Mohini".

Upon hearing these words, Paromita's heart gave an inexplicable lurch! Because, now it was 'Agni Pariksha' time....

Paromita said, "Alright, Rahul, let's arrange the massage table first".

Rahul helped Paromita join two benches to create the massage table. It was positioned in such a way in the room that the "massage girl" could massage from any direction, with ample clear space around it. Paromita then brought a thick cloth and carefully tied it over Rahul's eyes, ensuring he couldn't see anything. To be doubly sure, Paromita held her fingers in front of his eyes and asked, "How many fingers?". As expected, Rahul gave the wrong answer, and a small sense of relief settled in Paromita's heart.


"Alright, Rahul, now you just sit comfortably here. I'm going outside, closing the door. In the meantime, undress and get ready. When you're ready, call out loudly. Then Mohini will understand that you're prepared. Give Mohini a little time to arrive. She needs to gather all her massage equipment, and besides, it's her first time, just like it's yours. So, once you call out, wait patiently like an obedient boy. Mohini will surely come".

"Alright, Boudi, don't worry. I'll obey everything you say. I'll do exactly as you instructed; not a single word will be altered".


"That's like a good boy!" Paromita said, affectionately pinching Rahul's cheek.

Then, as promised, Paromita closed Rahul's room door with a distinct sound and stepped out. Paromita slowly walked towards her own room, her heart pounding like a bullet train. What was she about to do in the next few moments?! Reaching her room, she gasped, breathless.

Paromita was about to undertake an immense test of fire today. She had never harbored any ill intentions or inappropriate desires for her brother-in-law. Even in her wildest dreams, such thoughts had never crossed her mind. On the contrary, she thought of Rahul as her own brother. She tied Rakhi for him, performed Bhai Phota for him. And today, by a cruel twist of fate, the very forehead she had once lovingly blessed as a sister, she would have to massage with oil. The hand that had tied a Rakhi would now, in the name of 'extras,' touch her exposed body! "Ugh!" she thought, feeling sick to her stomach. But she had to do this, for the well-being of her brother-in-law, whom she cherished like a sibling.


She had tried so many other ways to bring her brother-in-law back to the right path, but to no avail. There were no other options left. Rahul was new to the city, and there was no telling what kind of trouble he might get into at some unknown massage parlor. Paromita had already made one mistake by giving Rahul a smartphone so prematurely, which had completely spoiled his life. If she were to allow him to go to a massage center now, who knew what new addiction he might pick up? She had heard that drug addiction also happened in such places.

And if his desire for this massage wasn't fulfilled by any means, Rahul might eventually do many things without telling Paromita! Furthermore, what if Rahul went there and fell in love with a massage girl?. Society's judgment could be considered later, but then he would rush to the massage parlor every day, driven by love, which would be an even greater challenge than social stigma. So, Paromita decided that instead of another girl, she herself would take this step, becoming a part-time massage girl for Rahul.


Paromita tried to convince herself that this was simply a massage session, with no distant connection to the 'poison' called sex. Rahul was at a growing age; he just wanted to experience a woman's touch, that's all. But 'Happy Ending,' 'extras,' what about those?... Paromita again tried to reassure herself that giving a hand job wouldn't compromise her chastity. It was somewhat like bathing a child. When a small child is massaged with oil and bathed, sometimes their male organ is touched, but what does it matter?. Even when a mother makes her small son urinate, she sometimes has to hold his little penis. And no one's honor is so fragile that it would get stuck on someone else's private parts, or fall off just by touching?.


And 'extras,' she reasoned, meant just touching, nothing more. Rahul would touch her body to some extent, and Paromita would tolerate it for the greater good. Rahul was her own brother-in-law, not a molester!. Why should Paromita even think that she was going to massage her brother-in-law?. There was almost a ten-year age difference between Paromita and Rahul. She could easily imagine that she was giving an oil massage to a child. And if the term for masturbation at that age was 'cleaning a small boy's body part,' then it was therapy, not masturbation!. And if, during this massage, Rahul's hand, in the name of 'extras,' happened to brush against parts of Paromita's body, there was no need to make a big deal out of it.


Above all, a primary reason behind Paromita's difficult decision was her desire to get closer to Rahul as a friend, to win his trust. She hoped that in the future, before doing anything inappropriate, Rahul would consult his beloved sister-in-law. Then Paromita would be reassured that under her guidance, her brother-in-law would always be led on the right path.

Thinking all this, Paromita decided that she would massage her brother-in-law, Rahul. Although she was filled with apprehension: how could she, as a 'boudi,' massage her brother-in-law?. How would she face him during the massage session?. That's why she had insisted Rahul be blindfolded. Such stories were enjoyable to read in erotica literature, but in real life, in a civilized, respectable, aristocratic family, even thinking about such things was inconceivable.


Now, both of them knew in their hearts what was about to unfold. Paromita knew, and Rahul knew, that 'Boudi' herself was coming to massage her brother-in-law, disguised as Mohini. Paromita would pretend as if she were Mohini, and Rahul would also pretend that he was receiving a massage not from his sister-in-law, but from Mohini, a friend of his sister-in-law. In this way, they would both be free from all guilt, hesitation, and discomfort towards each other.

Paromita thought to herself that in a few moments, she would be witnessing her brother-in-law's semi-naked body. Oh, shit! She had completely forgotten that she, too, as per their agreement, had to discard her kurta and pajamas and wear only a bra and panty!. The thought sent a jolt of alarm through her. Her only saving grace was that Rahul would be blindfolded. But she would have to touch his body!. And against her will, she had also given him permission to touch her body, in the name of 'extras'!. Most importantly, Paromita would have to hold Rahul's penis. This was a task she had never even performed for her own husband. Her husband, Sahil, was a very straightforward man. He didn't understand the intricacies of sex. For him, sex was just a routine part of married life. And Paromita had never had any objection to such a straightforward sexual life. She, too, had never been a great researcher of sex, nor had she ever wished to be.


So, Paromita was now scared, terrified. For the first time in her life, she would have to touch a man's penis and masturbate him, and not just any man's, but her loving, pampered brother-in-law's. Paromita couldn't think of anything else. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, then, without opening her eyes, she began to take off her kurta and pajamas, one by one, consumed by shame. She was already wearing a bra and panty, so she didn't have to open her wardrobe for that. She took a basket and gathered all the massage equipment: oil, some clothes, her towel, a bowl, a flask of warm water, tissue paper, and so on.


Paromita stood in front of the mirror for a moment. She discovered a new Paromita. Never before had she stood in front of a mirror wearing only a bra and panty. But why today? Because today she was going to present herself in such a state to another man. Even if he was her brother-in-law, even if he was blindfolded, it was still a fact that for the first time, she was going to provide such a service to someone other than her husband, forced by circumstances.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt incredibly strange. Truly, she looked very sexy today; she couldn't help but inwardly praise herself. If her brother-in-law were to see her in this state, could he control himself?. Would he be satisfied with just a massage then? "Ugh, for shame, for shame," what was she thinking!. She bit her tongue and lightly slapped her forehead.


She wondered whether to keep her hair tied or open. After much thought, she left her hair open. She dabbed a foreign jasmine perfume on herself for the fragrance. Though, she didn't really need any separate perfume; a captivating natural scent emanated from her body. Truly, she had chosen her pseudonym, Mohini, perfectly; it was an apt name for her.

Paromita was so meticulous about her hair and body fragrance because she knew that if she was to succeed in this task, she couldn't be stingy with any detail. Giving a massage was not prostitution; done honestly, it was simply a job. Therefore, she had to approach this task with professionalism, just like a professional.


Now, from her wardrobe, she took out her anklets and put them on, so that with the tinkling sound of her anklets, she could communicate her every step to her brother-in-law, as they had previously discussed. Then she stood in front of the mirror one last time and asked herself if what she was about to do was right. Her mind responded positively.

Paromita, standing before the mirror, told herself, "Paromita, you are going with a noble purpose, not with any bad intention. So, there's no reason to worry; you will not become unchaste. You will just go and massage Rahul, relieve his pressure through masturbation in the name of a Happy Ending, and satisfy his urges by letting him touch your body a little. That's all! Then you'll come back. You must maintain self-control and focus only on the massage. Only then will you remain a chaste and devoted woman. You must not cross your limits. A little touching is fine, but you must avoid all kinds of sexual touching from Rahul. You must not encourage him at all. Remember, you have to stay in this house with Rahul until Sahil returns. Don't, in an attempt to reduce Rahul's infatuation, end up increasing his attraction to you and thus pollute this sacred brother-in-law-sister-in-law relationship. Otherwise, how will you face your husband and in-laws?. Rahul may still be a child, but you are an intelligent adult. You must not let yourself be swept away by the current".


Paromita felt frightened because, deep down, a strange, unknown excitement was stirring within her. Sahil had, after all, been abroad for a long time. Even if her sexual appetite wasn't intense, it wasn't good to remain completely deprived in married life either, for the heart sometimes becomes restless then. So, there was a risk, a significant risk. And sensing this ominous warning from her mind and body, Paromita talked to herself, setting boundaries for herself.

Just then, Rahul's voice echoed from the next room, "I am ready, Mohini!"