Corrupting My Traditional Indian Mother – Part 1

I am writing this story since I always wanted to read this kind of incest sex story. If incest is not your cup of tea, please stop here. Others, let’s get into it.

Warning: This is going to be a long read and has a detailed plot which is the way I like it. This is part 1 and I will continue if I get a good response.

Greetings, my name is Adi. I am a 21-year-old guy from Mumbai. I completed my B.Com recently and is on the lookout for a job. I wouldn’t describe myself as a handsome guy but I am not bad to look at either. My height 6’1, I am fair and a bit fat. I was never a popular guy in the school or college. So, I had limited female friends.

Although I had my fair share of encounters, I never really got the hottest women. I live with my mother and my grandmother.

Let me describe my mother to you. Her name is Jyotsna and she is 46 years of age. Trust me guys, she is a real beauty to watch. Her height is around 5’8 with a fair complexion and slightly chubby body. My mom is the perfect Indian mother and I never saw her in a different light.

My mother works as a teacher at a local school. My grandma usually is ill and never leaves the bed. A few years ago, my father left us and since then, we have been taking care of ourselves.

A few days ago, I and my mom were having breakfast when my mom asked me a question.

“Beta, our financial situation is really bad these days. We need to think of an alternate income source. Do you have any ideas?”

I was busy shoving food into my mouth at that time and was looking at my phone. I looked up at mom and saw she was wearing a purple cotton saree. She wore it very traditionally and it barely showed any skin.

“Umm. I don’t know maa. Maybe I could look for a part-time job”.

She shirked and disapprovingly said that I needed to study for my UPSC exams and we just needed to find another solution.

“Hmm, I will think about it today,” I replied and left for my classes. I came back home around 7 pm and was greeted by an old rusty sewing machine on the counter.

Mom had borrowed it from a friend and I could see the happiness on her face.

“We are gonna start a tailoring business, beta”, my mom said cheerfully and started cleaning the machine with an oil rag.

“Awesome”, I said and sat on my bed and started chatting on my phone.

Now I should explain. I love sarees and the various designs and types of sarees. So, I was pretty excited because of the idea of having different women come in and get their sarees stitched. Maybe I will get to take the measurements! I thought to myself.

We stayed in Mumbai, Malad to be precise where there was always a demand for sarees in the nearby localities. Mom got a few orders from a few friends to do basic stuff like fall beading and tailoring blouses.

The business was off to a steady start but we were barely making enough profit. We needed to come up with something different so that we can make a large profit.

“Hey mom, maybe we should do some marketing of your skills online. Then, more people will know about your skills and the demand will rise”, I said to here while having dinner.

“Yes beta, that’s a nice idea. But how to do that?”, she asked while serving me raita.

Mom was wearing a blue saree and when she bent down to serve, I saw a bit of cleavage which made my blood rush to my penis!

“Umm. I will think of something, maa. But you keep some sample blouses ready”.

The next day, I researched on the internet and realized the best way to promote our business was via WhatsApp. Maybe take a few pictures of the designs and send them to prospective female customers.

But the only problem I had was who would model those dresses and sarees. I talked about it to mom.

“What shall we do, beta? I don’t know”.

I scratched my head and a thought entered my head.

“What if you were the model, maa?”

My mom almost hit me calling me crazy.

“Think about it, you are fit and you look good in sarees and why would anyone buy a saree if they see a thin young girl on it? You are perfect for our target demographic”.

She was red-faced and I could see her thinking. “Beta, what will people say? This is not acceptable in our community”. I agreed with her.

“Hey, what if we don’t show your entire face? Meaning we partially hide it?”.

I could see her thinking again.

“Maa, don’t worry, it won’t be a problem. Think and tell me tomorrow what do you wanna do”.

The next day while having breakfast, I was relieved when mom agreed to my proposal.

“How are you going to take the pictures?”, she asked.

I decided to borrow a DSLR from a friend. We decided to schedule the photoshoot the following night.

I was having butterflies in my tummy and I wasn’t sure why. I woke up early and went to the classes. In the evening, I sent mom a reminder about that night’s photoshoot. She texted back saying she had prepared for it.

I reached home and saw her preparing dinner, “Hey maa, all set for tonight. Hope you have your best sarees ready”.

She lovingly shook her head and we decided to have dinner. On the dinner table, I asked her where she wanted to take the pictures.

“In my bedroom of course with the white wall as the background so no one can trace it back”. I agreed.

“Mom is smart”, I said to myself.

Also, we had made a list of all the prospective female clients we were going to send the pictures to. It was just a matter of time and I was feeling an uncomfortable tingle on my manhood but decided to ignore it.

I set up the camera in the bedroom while mom changed into the first saree in the other room.

“I am ready”, mom said and walked up in an orange saree with a silk blouse. She looked stunning. I pointed the camera at her and took a few pictures. Sadly, she was posing conservatively so I couldn’t really see ‘anything’.

A couple of sarees later, mom asked, “Which one should I wear now?”.

I checked the collection and noticed a black chiffon saree.

“Hey mom, wear that one”. Mom got spooked suddenly and said that it was the saree an old customer left back and it was a bit ‘modernn’. I pleaded here to wear it until she caved and went into the bedroom.

I adjusted the camera and heard the door open and saw mom. The blouse was one size smaller for her size. It was a black saree with a semi-transparent pallu. Oh boy, my mom was blushing really hard.

Mom’s breasts were popping out of the blouse and I was stunned looking at her. I regained my self and said, “Very pretty, maa” and she blushed again.

Then I started taking pictures of mom from different angles. I had a raging boner throbbing inside my pants and some instinct inside me took over me at that moment.

“Hey maa, turn around and let’s take a few pics that way”, I said anxiously with my heart beating loudly.

“Sure beta”, mom complied and I took some pics with her backless blouse on full display. I could see a drop of sweat running down her back. So, I took a tissue and wiped it away. When I touched her, it was like there was an electric current in our bodies.

“There was some sweat maa”.

After some time, we were done with the photoshoot and mom seemed happy with the pictures.

“Send them to the ladies, beta,” she said. I said yes and came back to my room. It was winter but I was feeling as if I had a fever. I took the camera and looked at my mom’s cleavage-baring picture. My hand automatically went to my penis and I started stroking it! That was the beginning of this journey.

To be continued.