Indian Mom Massage Seduction

Myself Chirag got into incest after watching mother-son films online and smelling her dirty bra and panty, I became highly intrigued in incest last year. Hence, despite the fact that my mother is an ordinary-looking Indian mother, I became attracted to her.

My mother suffered an impact damage to her left leg and a fracture to her right leg in an accident last month. There was some strain, but it’s healed now. The doctor advised her to have a little massage with hot oil on her leg.

Mom was my interest, but I lacked the knowledge and bravery to pursue it. I offered to give Mom the massage with the sole goal of healing her. I so began spending an hour and a half each day after supper, massaging her legs. At home, she wears a nightgown and of course, a bra and panty.

I therefore felt a little good about massaging her. I massaged her legs till her knees. To prevent oil from getting on her clothing, she tucked her nightgown to her knees. I used to spend almost ninety minutes each day massaging. For a week, this continued.

When I was massaging her the following week, she had a slight odour that seemed to be coming from her pants. I assumed she was having her peirods. I had my first thought of her panty at that point. Usually, she falls asleep as I give her a massage. I carefully slide her gown up to her thighs that day following the massage.

Her black panty was visible as I leaned down. That, together with the view of her inner thighs, really turned me on. I so kept massaging her while observing her panty. I had never before looked at her privates like this.

I couldn’t get the thought out of my head the following day. That smell drove me a little crazy, so I wanted to do more with Mom. So I came up with an idea. As usual, I began and completed my routine massage. After I finished, I lied to my mother when I woke her up, telling her that the doctor had called today and instructed her to massage her legs completely for a week. This therapy will conclude this week once this was finished. She was rather taken aback by that, and I could see why she was hesitant to give her legs a thorough massage. She must have figured how to get her son to massage her entire leg. Being a traditional Indian woman, she was naturally wary of such things.

Without glancing at her, I began to pull up her nightgown, but she somehow controlled herself and let me without a word. I raised her nightgown to the level of her pants. She stops it there right away out of shyness. However, I asked her, “What are you doing, mum?”

When oil gets on her clothing, it will become useless and slide back up. I could tell that she was wearing black pants that day. The first thing I did was stare at my mother’s panty. Her robe was on top of the upper portion of the panty, exposing her entire legs and making the entire panty visible.

Her entire lower body was visible to me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it despite trembling. In an attempt to catch a sight of my birth hole, I purposefully stretched her legs a little further. However, her panty completely covered her vagina. She was having periods, so by this point I could smell the scent coming from her vagina.

Despite her hesitation and shyness, which I could see clearly on her face, she remained silent. Her panty was damp from the oil clinging to her body after I added more hot oil to the upper portion of her thighs. However, I was unable to see anything beneath her panty.

Since I couldn’t see any hairs, it appeared to be shaven. I was afraid to touch it, so I started doing a few things, like elevating her legs and massaging and extending them. I assume that having hot oils on her intimate areas made her feel quite uneasy (maybe turned on). She concluded the session by telling me it was enough for today.

I was so happy that night that I repeatedly masturbated while reflecting on what had transpired. I had the exact same notion the following day as well. I believed that this was my one chance and that it was either now or never. What can I do though? After giving it a lot of thought during the day, I made the decision to touch her panty today.

If everything goes well, possibly stick my fingers inside it. I thought that was impossible, so I kind of chuckled about it. I thus lifted her nightgown all the way up to her panty at the beginning of my massage today. She looked stunning while sporting white panty.

I made the decision to complete my duties as scheduled today and avoid seeing her face. After ten minutes of massaging my lower legs, I quickly moved up. I did what I did yesterday and took more oil. I stretched her legs wide and sat between them to massage each leg because her white panty was fully soaked from the hot oil.

She was not sleeping, which she used to do every day till now, and she was moving around a little, which made her uncomfortable. Now, pretending it was an accident, I began stroking my fingers over her panty. She gently informed me right away that she needed additional massage on her lower part of leg because of pain.

As I touched her panty, I realised what she meant. After two minutes of shifting down, I moved back up and resumed caressing her panty. I slipped my hands inside the panty from the side while massaging it before she could say anything. As I swiftly took my hands off of her, she jolted up for a moment and asked what I was doing.

She closed her broad legs when I repeated the action. However, I spread it back once more and went on. We both recognised what was going on, but because we were both hesitant about such matters at home, we lacked the confidence to talk about it. By this point, my dick was really painful and hard.

After performing this deed four or five times, I discovered my birth hole inside her panty and inserted two fingers while sliding my hands inside. She sounded as though she had just been shocked and added, “Chirag, that’s enough for today.”

She understood that things were becoming worse and that she was powerless because she couldn’t even discuss it with me. “Mom,” I said. I only spent forty minutes. Since it’s the last week, I’ll finish it after 20 more minutes. Despite her strong desire to stop, I continued the massage without turning to face her.

After a few minutes, I inserted my fingers once more into her panty and once more into the birth hole, or vagina. However, I didn’t take my fingers out of the panty and put them back in. This marked the beginning of my mother’s fingering.

She was trying to pull her nightgown down from another hand while holding my other hand tightly and closing her eyes, signalling that this should end. It was hard to describe the look of confusion and fear on her face.

However, I kept moving my fingers back and forth. I began caressing my mother’s pussy after carefully inserting my two fingers into her. She was unable to stop it, and it was getting out of hand. To my surprise, she remained silent, but clearly was unhappy with what was going on, so I continued this and accelerated the motion.

After a while, she came heavily as her juice was dripping out of her panty after I had done this for three or four minutes, but I kept going. She had stopped moving altogether by this point and was behaving as though she was asleep.When she attained climax, I could see her relax (which I knew). I reached out with my hands and gave her leg a final massage.

This was not the end but just the beginning of this journey. Will tell in the next part how this interaction continued leading to much more. Your feedbacks are much appreciated at [email protected]. Next part will come out soon.