Incest Mrs. Chatterjee opens a massage parlor at home

[cutekomal]

Hearing Mohini's name made Paromita's heart skip a beat. Now, she was no longer Rahul's 'boudi' Paromita; she was Mohini, the massage girl who would massage Rahul Babu. Look closely in the mirror, who was standing there?. Was it Paromita, the respectable eldest daughter-in-law of the Chatterjee family, dressed in a kurta and pajamas, or a professional massage girl named Mohini, clad in a bra and panty, holding a basket full of massage equipment?. Paromita was now completely determined, focused on her goal. Her goal was simply to make her brother-in-law happy, and then to return to her dignified self without any excessive indulgence. With her tumultuous mind, Paromita, alias Mohini, advanced towards Rahul's room. She opened Rahul's room door. She entered the room and locked the door from the inside. Because outside the door, she had shed her identity as 'boudi' Paromita and entered as Mohini, the massage girl. The sound of her anklets, and the opening and closing of the door, made Rahul understand that his Mohini had arrived.


Paromita was utterly shocked when she saw Rahul. He was lying completely naked, blindfolded, on the massage bench. Paromita had thought he would at least wear shorts!. Seeing her brother-in-law completely in his birthday suit, Paromita felt as though she was about to have a heart attack. But she couldn't say anything now, because she was forbidden to speak. She was Mohini now, not his 'boudi' Paromita, who would scold him for such indecency. The only piece of clothing on Rahul's body was the blindfold Paromita had tied over his eyes. This mischievous boy, in his excitement, had shed everything else. As Paromita's eyes fell on Rahul's thighs, she saw his "instrument" standing erect like an anaconda, making her eyes bulge. She thought to herself, "Can a man's penis really be that big? And that too, for a boy so young!".


The clean shave around Rahul's groin, encircling his penis, was clear proof of how eager he had been to visit a massage parlor. He had, therefore, "cleared all the jungle" beforehand. Consequently, his penis and testicles appeared very clean, without a single hair. Rahul's genitals made it seem as though he could, at any moment, launch a violent attempt upon coming into contact with a tender female body. Paromita's heart pounded with fear.

Paromita stood still for a moment, like a stone. Her throat was choked, dry with nervousness. She opened a water bottle, drank some water, and moistened her throat. She looked at Rahul, who was smiling subtly, thinking that his Mohini was now near him, swallowing hard at the sight of his nakedness.


Paromita's body fragrance had already begun to make Rahul anticipate how "colorful" the coming moments would be for him. Rahul's arms were strong, as if he had a gym-trained body, his stomach completely flat, without any fat. He looked like a grown-up man!. He lay on the bench with his hands resting on his stomach. His legs were joined together, held in a cautious position. Paromita quickly scanned Rahul from head to toe, then decided how and where to begin the massage.

Rahul was eagerly awaiting the "Golden Handshake". Paromita slowly approached him. She gently lifted Rahul's right hand from his stomach and, with a surge of self-confidence, gave him a firm handshake. Rahul then responded, "Oh, Mohini, I'm so excited today to receive your service!".


Paromita, alias Mohini, offered no verbal response. She gently placed Rahul's right hand on the corner of the bench. In the same manner, she lifted his other hand from his stomach and placed it on the opposite corner. At that moment, Rahul looked as though he were crucified, like Jesus Christ, but on the cross of lust.

Paromita then spread Rahul's legs apart. As a result, his "anaconda" reared its head even more prominently before Paromita's eyes. Rahul's arms and legs were spread wide, creating an ideal position for the novice Paromita to give the massage. She walked around the bench once, surveying Rahul's body, to facilitate her massage planning.


Paromita took her towel and first placed it over Rahul's face. Slowly, she began to rub it, moving downwards, wiping his neck, shoulders, and chest. The fragrance of his 'boudi' seemed to be infused in the towel, filling Rahul's mind with elation as he inhaled it. Paromita slowly moved the towel all over Rahul's body to completely wipe away his sweat. The repeated friction of Paromita's towel on Rahul's chest stirred a tide within him.

Paromita continued to wipe Rahul's chest and stomach with her towel, eventually reaching his lower back, just below the waist. As the towel brushed against his penis, a faint gasp escaped Rahul's lips. But Paromita, without lingering, moved towards his thighs. She had to bend her head low to wipe Rahul's body, and in doing so, her loose hair cascaded and brushed against his body. This caused a slight tickle, which further heightened Rahul's sexual arousal. The density and fragrance of her silky hair also made Rahul intensely restless. The moment Rahul realized that Paromita was leaning over and rubbing the towel on his body, his mind urged him to touch his 'boudi,' alias Mohini, the massage girl. With closed eyes, he blindly reached out his hand towards Paromita. Paromita didn't notice it at first. But when, by chance, she suddenly realized that a hand had, after a long time, touched her breasts, she instantly knew whose hand it was!.


It was as if Rahul had hit the jackpot by chance!. Paromita immediately removed Rahul's hand from her bosom and placed it on her waist, under the guise of "extras". For Rahul, this unexpected gain was still significant. He immediately began his work there, squeezing and fondling Paromita's waist. Meanwhile, Paromita continued to wipe Rahul's entire body with the towel. As she wiped his thighs, she caught a very close glimpse of Rahul's "anaconda," which was enough to make her heart pound several times faster. A peculiar scent reached her nose—whether it was foul or primal depended on how dormant the volcano within Paromita was at that moment. Rahul continued to emit soft moans. He then said, "Oh, Mohini, my eyes are blindfolded, I can't see you. So, I don't know how beautiful you are. That's why I want to touch you and feel you a little, from head to toe. If you don't mind, will you grant this small wish of mine?".


Paromita offered no response. She thought for a moment, then decided that she would grant her brother-in-law's request. She would allow it, but only as long as Rahul did not cross any boundaries of decency. If Rahul became excessive, Paromita would immediately stop him. Paromita did not respond verbally, because she did not want Rahul to hear his 'boudi's' voice in Mohini's throat. For that reason, she took Rahul's hand and pulled him into a sitting position. She nudged his shoulder, signaling him to stand up. Rahul got off the bench and stood up. Paromita held both of Rahul's hands and guided him to the appropriate spot. She stood opposite Rahul. Then, Paromita brought her brother-in-law's hands up to her head and placed them there. The signal was clear to Rahul: his 'boudi' had granted his wish.


Rahul gently stroked Paromita's head. He playfully braided her hair here and there. His hands ran through her thick hair, which reached her back. Then, Rahul brought his hands to Paromita's forehead. His delicate touch felt like a blind artist sculpting a lifeless structure. Paromita stood still, like a statue, enduring everything. Rahul lovingly caressed every part of Paromita's face with his hands, feeling her soft skin to his heart's content. He missed no spot – her nose, eyebrows, cheeks, lips, chin – leaving no part untouched.


Paromita, at least, felt a sense of relief that her brother-in-law was not rushing. He was not molesting her. He was gently touching her skin, just like a lover, not like a one-time hook-up man. Indirectly, Rahul was worshipping Paromita's beauty. If he had intended to violate her modesty, he would have immediately grabbed and scratched her breasts. But Rahul hadn't done that; he had patiently begun to feel every part of his Mohini's body, one by one.

Paromita rather enjoyed Rahul gently pinching her cheeks, as it was imbued with affection, not lust. Rahul touched every part of Paromita's body in such a way that it felt as if he was performing a 3D scan of his 'boudi's' form!. After this continued for some time, Rahul's hands reached Paromita's shoulders. He placed both hands on either side of her shoulders and began to massage them. As he massaged, he found the bra straps. After a moment's thought, he pulled Paromita's bra straps to the side, as if he wanted to lower them... the rest was known only to Rahul's mind!.


But Paromita was alert. Sensing the danger, she immediately slapped Rahul's hand lightly, indicating that her brother-in-law was crossing a boundary. Then, Paromita herself pulled her bra straps back into place. And at that moment, Rahul seized both of Paromita's hands. He pressed them against the wall and held them upwards. Paromita understood that Rahul wanted her to keep her hands raised like that, to give him access to her exposed armpits. Slowly, Rahul began to tickle her armpits. Paromita squirmed. Then, he slowly moved his hands from her armpits and placed them over her breasts.


Paromita had agreed to grant Rahul's wish. Rahul, in his blindfolded state, had wanted to touch and feel all of Mohini's body parts. And everyone knew that breasts were among those body parts, even without studying biology. So, now, even if Paromita wanted to, she couldn't stop Rahul from touching her precious bosom. Paromita was trapped by her own promise. Nevertheless, Paromita was ready to intervene if the limit was crossed.

Rahul, with extreme caution, placed his hands over her brassiere. A 440-volt current seemed to course through Paromita's chest. Rahul moved his hands in circular motions around her breasts, just like tracing their round shape!. He gently squeezed them, which was enough to take Paromita's breath away, but she remained outwardly expressionless, thinking she still had much agony to endure. She realized that Rahul was estimating the circular size of her breasts with his hands; the experience of touching a woman's breasts for the first time was indeed unique!.


Rahul moved both his hands downwards and cupped both breasts in his palms like a scale, as if he wanted to weigh his 'boudi's' breasts along with measuring them. He had never looked at his 'boudi' with such eyes before, but Rahul knew well that his 'boudi' was no less than an apsara—as beautiful in figure as she was in looks. Thus, in his blind state, Rahul was making a futile attempt to gauge the size and weight of these invaluable treasures of apsaras, which nourished children with milk.

Paromita, however, maintained her composure, showing no reaction. This further emboldened Rahul. He now began to run his fingers over the brassiere and into Paromita's cleavage!. He seemed to be excavating that crevice with his fingers. Rahul was, in fact, extremely aroused. This became clear as Rahul moved closer to Paromita while continuing his activities on her chest. He was trying to slip his hand into her bra through the cleavage. Paromita immediately grabbed Rahul's hand, which had already penetrated about four inches inside her bosom. From there, Paromita pulled Rahul's hand out and lightly slapped his head, to make him understand that he was reaching in the wrong place.


By then, Rahul had moved so close to Paromita that his erect penis, through his panty, was bumping against Paromita's vaginal wall. Rahul had caused this intentionally, so Paromita moved a few inches away. Rahul understood from this that his 'boudi' did not consent to that either.

Rahul moved his hands down from Paromita's breasts and placed them on her soft, tender waist, gently pressing, kneading, and even pinching. He caressed his 'boudi's' soft stomach, which made Paromita tickle slightly. Realizing this, Rahul felt even more delighted. He inserted his finger into her navel, stirring a storm in Paromita's heart. Then, slowly, his reach extended to her panty strap!. Rahul began to trace his finger there as well. Then he moved his hand to her lower abdomen and groin area. Immediately, Paromita's mind received an ominous warning. She placed both her hands over her panty, covering her vagina. Rahul, feigning blindness, fumbled around but couldn't reach his main target. When his hand touched Paromita's clasped hands, Rahul understood that his 'boudi' was covering her vagina with her hands to conceal it from him, protecting her chastity. Paromita was wearing underwear, but she had not the slightest trust in Rahul, or rather, in Rahul's sexual hunger. The boy who had dared to reach her breast tunnel through her cleavage might show similar audacity with her lower body. So, she had covered the central part of her panty with clasped hands.


Rahul was somewhat displeased by this, which Paromita could clearly perceive from his expression. But Paromita had no other choice. She had to please her brother-in-law without compromising her chastity. This was her 'Agni Pariksha' (test of fire). If Rahul, driven by youthful excitement and influence, wished to break the brother-in-law-sister-in-law relationship and venture down a dangerous path, the mature Paromita would by no means allow it.

If Rahul were to slip his hand inside her panty even once, he would touch his 'boudi's' genitals. She had never allowed any man other than her husband to touch her private parts. Until now, apart from Rahul, no other man had ever come close to her. So, her chastity had remained intact all this time. Whether it would remain so in the future would be determined by time, Paromita's patience, and her true self-control, which would dictate Paromita's marital fate.


Rahul tugged and pulled at the panty strap for a while, but it was no use. He rubbed his hand on her thighs, but still, he could not get close to the softness of Paromita's genitals. Paromita also thought, like Anupam Chatterjee (a popular Bengali lyricist), "If you get everything, then life is ruined!".

He then continued to caress Paromita's thighs, knees, legs, soles of her feet, and toes, trying to appease his unfulfilled desires to some extent. As this continued, Rahul suddenly straightened up, held Paromita's waist, and turned her around. Paromita's face was now towards the wall, and Rahul was right behind her. This made Paromita nervous. What mischievous trick was her brother-in-law going to try now?. Now Paromita couldn't even see where Rahul's hands were going on her body. Rahul was out of her sight, standing behind her. So how would she stop him?.


Just then, Paromita felt Rahul's hands on her shoulders. It felt as if he was massaging her shoulders, and Paromita even felt a slight relief. She had come to massage her brother-in-law, and now her brother-in-law was, in turn, massaging her.

Rahul again started playing with Paromita's bra straps. He once more tried to pull Paromita's bra straps down, but again he was stopped by Paromita. So, Rahul raised Paromita's hands upwards, to avoid being obstructed in this way repeatedly. But Paromita was also stubborn; she knew why her brother-in-law was holding her hands up like that!. So, with a sudden jerk, she freed herself from Rahul's grip. Rahul understood that his 'boudi' was not easily available. She would never let him cross the line. Rahul now moved from Plan A to Plan B.

Rahul slipped his hands through Paromita's armpits, placed them on her breasts, and squeezed Paromita. Paromita was astonished! Without any warning, Rahul began to squeeze Paromita's breasts from behind. Paromita tried to free herself by placing her hands over Rahul's, but Rahul was not one to let go. Once he had grabbed his boudi's breasts, he would squeeze out milk from them.
Rahul would not let go of Paromita's breasts. He now went a step further, slipping his hand inside her bra from below and began to squeeze. Paromita felt suffocated. Rahul was very excited. With one hand, he began to pull Paromita's panty down. Then he pressed his penis against Paromita's beautiful butt hole. Paromita could no longer endure this. She used all her strength to free herself from Rahul's grip. Turning around, she slapped Rahul hard.
 Slapping him hard, she said, "Rahul! What are you doing? Can't you control yourself?" Paromita chastised him.
Understanding Paromita's fierce demeanor, Rahul calmed down a bit and said, "I am sorry, Mohini, I didn't quite understand. Actually, my eyes are blindfolded, so I ended up using my other senses a bit too much. Please forgive me, please!".
Paromita realized that Rahul was still addressing her as Mohini. This meant that all this time, he was seducing her not as his boudi, but as Mohini. So she shouldn't shed Mohini's disguise now, and should quietly keep her word, for the welfare of her brother-like dewar. Despite her voice, her dewar had continued to imagine her as Mohini; he was so deeply entranced. So it wouldn't be right to protest his actions too harshly. He wasn't her dewar now, because Mohini was swirling in his mind and brain, only Mohini. He had probably forgotten that he had a dear, friend-like boudi.
So Paromita adjusted her panty, which was hanging on her thighs, back into place. She also fixed her bra, adjusting her breasts inside it. Then, silently, she took Rahul towards the massage table. Rahul understood that his boudi's anger had subsided, partly because he had addressed her as Mohini instead of boudi. He had played the right move at the right time. Otherwise, his boudi might have gotten angry and left the room. Then there would have been no massage, and no happy ending. Being too greedy would have ruined everything in the end.
Rahul, like an obedient boy, took his boudi's hand and moved towards the massage table. Paromita helped him lie down on his back. As before, she spread Rahul's arms and legs. Paromita knelt near Rahul's head, so she wouldn't have to stand and bend over to massage him. Paromita slowly started braiding Rahul's hair. The movement of Paromita's soft fingers through his hair sent a cold sexual current through Rahul. Then she started pressing his forehead with her hand. Her soft hands roamed over Rahul's entire face and then reached his shoulders.
Those two soft hands freely roamed over Rahul's neck, shoulders, chest, and arms. Rahul felt very relaxed receiving Mohini's soft but non-erotic massage. Rahul reached out his hand to touch his boudi again. But again, Paromita silently took Rahul's hand and placed it back in its original position on the massage table. Rahul was naturally disappointed. He couldn't melt his boudi with his lustful lava; his boudi remained like frozen ice in the Arctic region. Paromita continued to massage Rahul's entire body until she reached his waist. She paused for a moment, wondering what to do. Seeing Paromita do nothing, Rahul said, "What are you waiting for, Mohini? My boudi told me you would give me a happy ending?"
Hearing about the happy ending, a cold gust of wind swept through Paromita's chest. Hiding her nervousness, she, as Mohini, said, "Rahul Babu, let me complete your massage first. If you cooperate with me without taking any advantage, then I can consider it".
With this, Paromita, or Mohini, told Rahul to turn over and lie on his stomach, because she would now massage Rahul's back. This was to avoid a happy ending as much as possible, you see. But would she succeed in the end?
Rahul, hoping for a happy ending, obediently turned over without further argument. Paromita calmed her restless mind. She told herself that no matter how much she assured her dewar of a happy ending, she must not cross her limits. It wouldn't be right to excite Rahul too much in the name of a massage. Thinking this, she placed her hands on Rahul's neck and began to rotate them. She gently massaged Rahul's neck and naked back. Rahul was very comfortable, and his pleasure sometimes escaped his mouth in sounds like, "Ahh... Ahh-hh...". Who wouldn't feel comfortable receiving a massage, even without the sexual aspect!
While lying on his stomach, Rahul's head protruded slightly from the table. And Paromita was standing in front of Rahul's head, massaging his back. So Rahul's hair brushed against Paromita's navel, tickling her unknowingly. As Paromita's hands moved from his back to his waist, she had to bend slightly to massage him. At that very moment, her breasts automatically came within Rahul's reach once again. But this time, hoping for a happy ending, Rahul did not reach out. He remained an obedient boy. However, to ensure Paromita couldn't move from this position, he wrapped his arms around Paromita's waist. He hoped his boudi would allow at least this much.
He was not disappointed. Paromita did not give much importance to this matter and focused on the massage. If she stopped Rahul at every turn, Rahul would not enjoy this massage, and then he would eventually find his way to a real massage parlor. Paromita did not want that at all. So she tried to give her dewar an experience similar to a parlor.
This time, Rahul held Paromita's waist even tighter. He lifted his head and rubbed his nose against her navel. At the same time, he moved his hands around her waist, pinching and squeezing. Paromita endured it all for the greater good. She knew this was the first, and this was the last. So Rahul could touch her body and enjoy it as much as he wanted, without any sexual feeling, because with his eyes closed, Rahul was now thinking of her as Mohini, not his boudi Paromita.
Rahul tried to push his boundaries again. He lightly placed his hands on Paromita's buttocks over her panty. Then he slowly began to press. Paromita understood what was happening behind her back, but she waited a little, wanting to see how far her dewar would go.
The speed of the pressing gradually increased, and Paromita's mind became agitated. Then Rahul began to patrol Paromita's panty-line with his fingers. Slowly, one by one, fingers began to illegally intrude under the border without permission.
Paromita's breasts, caught in Rahul's strong embrace, were pressing against Rahul's back. Rahul had lightly begun to lick his boudi's navel with his mouth. And his naughty fingers, having entered her panty, were moving towards the tunnel, meaning the anus. This was the situation then. And Paromita? She hadn't even realized when she had become entangled in the web Rahul had woven, while fulfilling her boudi's responsibilities.
Rahul was kneading Paromita's buttocks like dough. Slowly, with his fingers, he was stretching her anus, so he could insert his fingers there. Paromita was helpless then. Rahul had played a decisive move. He had embraced her in such a way that there was no way to escape. Rahul now began to kiss his boudi's stomach, which was very difficult for his boudi to endure. But the helpless Paromita felt her abdomen getting wet from her dewar's salivary glands. Rahul had fully inserted both his hands inside her panty. Unable to bear the weight of his hands, the panty slid down a bit. And taking this opportunity, Rahul pulled Paromita's panty down.