A Mystical Mumbo Jumbo
This story is about me and my mother. I'm Suraj a 21 year old man from
Karnataka, who lives along with my mother on a farm. My mom married my
father when she was only eighteen and my father was then thirty one. I was
born when my mom was twenty. My father was not health conscious his food
habits were not good and he used to drink on a regular basis. But my mom
always avoided oily food and the daily chores kept her fit. By the time I
was sixteen my father fell ill seriously and, after remaining bedridden for
nearly a year, he died.
The village I lives is like stuck 100 years back in the past. Still our
farm produces enough to keep us going. After the death of my father I took
the responsibility of my family. I never felt the loss of my father but
Mother continued to hang a fresh garland of flowers over his picture once a
week. She's traditional like that.
Let me describe about my mom a little. She is forty one but maintained
her body well. Her color is typically like an innocent Indian housewife.
She was 5'4" tall and her figure is shapely. She never reveals her body to
others. She uses to wears traditional Indian garb such as sarees and
salwaar kameez suits. She keeps her hair in a tight Indian bun with and
industry-standard middle parting. Her one vice, I guess you can say, is
that she use to dye her hair black. No one is supposed to know that.
When I was younger my mother used to change in front of me. This was
obviously innocent. I was very close to her and often spent time in her
room. She even used to ask me to unhook her bra sometimes when she
couldn't reach behind her back. I did this until about I was ten. Though
my mom covered her body by wrapping a saree around her, anyone would easily
make out her figure by seeing her busty firm breasts, lean waist and nice
curvy ass. Sometimes I used to watch my mom getting dressed after taking
bath but for a long time I never looked at her in any sexual way.
Like all Indian mothers my mom makes fantastic Indian food. Her honest,
home cooked, spicy food was always vegetarian as eating meat was a big sin
in her eyes. A talk about food at this juncture may look out of place but
soon you will learn about its importance.
I was always taught to respect my mother. A Mother is held higher than
goddess in India! Ogling at my mother was not my habit initially. I'm not
sure when or how it happened but in my late teens I started having strange
thoughts about her. You know the kind of thoughts. Initially they were
thoughts of affection. Imagining just being close to her. Hugging her.
The thoughts became fantasies. Daytime fantasies. Long, night time
fantasies. Wide-smiling fantasies. Cock-hurting, furious-masturbating,
grunting fantasies. Yes, THOSE kinds of fantasies.
I asked him my friend Hariya who is same as my age, whether a young boy
can fell in love with older women. He told me it's natural. I got relief.
He asked me with whom I fell in love. I ignored the question and changed
the topic. But my actual question was whether a boy can fell in love with
his own mother? But to whom I can ask and trust.
Hariya gave me a book on tantra. I was told by him that tantra gives
people magic and magicians always used tantra. I thought it would be a
great idea to know more about it. I grabbed the book and headed home. The
book started by this paragraph;
`The book before you is a guide in the sense that it will escort you on
a journey. Let's face it; you picked this book up to read about sex. And
there's certainly plenty of sex to be found in these pages, chronicling an
infinite diversity of erotic experience. From the alchemy of menstrual
blood and semen to the ritual worship of the vagina.'
The chapter that attracted me most is called 'Yoni (Vagina) Puja'. It
said that the female body is the temple of the divine force quickening the
visible universe. Her vulva, or yoni, is regarded as the altar in which
Shakti's electrifying energy is most vigorous. One should worship yoni,
caress the breasts and the yoni, and have ritual intercourse with the yoni.
Here is a part of what I read:
Only perform the massage when you have a good deal of time and will not
be rushed. Ensure that there is little to no possibility of interruption.
Before beginning the massage, the partners gaze into each other's eyes
while embracing. This is a type of Tantric foreplay in which the couple
forms an emotional and spiritual bond.
When both parties are ready for the massage, the woman lies on her back
with one pillow under her head and another under her hips to elevate her
pelvis. She bends her knees and opens her legs to expose her vagina, or
Yoni. The giver sits comfortably between the woman's legs with his legs
crossed.
Prior to any physical contact, both partners perform Tantric breathing
exercises to achieve total relaxation of the mind and body. There are
several possible methods, but the gist of all of them is to breath deeply,
slowly and in unison with each other. This deep breathing should continue
throughout the entire massage.
The massage begins with other parts of the woman's body to encourage her
to relax. The man gently but firmly massages her legs, thighs, stomach,
breasts and arms before venturing toward the vagina.
Next, the man applies a lubricant to the outside on the woman's
genitals. This can be a warm scented oil, which is particularly pleasurable
for Tantric sex as it delights the senses and can be sensuously poured over
the Yoni, or a substance such as K-Y Jelly. The lubricant should cover the
entire outside of the Yoni.
Each step of the massage should be done slowly, gently and for at least
a few minutes at a time. Again, this massage should not be rushed. Both
partners should continue to focus on each other's eyes throughout the
massage. Any step of the massage that causes discomfort or pain for the
woman should be skipped. During the massage, the woman may choose to
massage her breasts for further stimulation. Both parties must remain
completely relaxed during the entire process. If at any time during the
massage the woman has an orgasm, it is her choice whether or not to
continue. Many women find that continuing with the massage produces
several orgasms, each with increasing intensity. In Tantra, this is called
"riding the wave." If the woman wishes to avoid orgasm, breathing deeply
and relaxing as much as possible can help to at least postpone climax.
With the right hand (the right hand is used to balance the polarity of
Tantra), the man massages the outer lips of the woman's genitals, commonly
known as the mound. With his thumb and index finger, the man gently
squeezes each lip of the Yoni, sliding his fingers up and down the entire
length of each lip. Then, he carefully repeats this process with each
inner lip of the vagina. He varies the pressure and speed of his touch
according to his partner's preferences.
He then gently strokes the woman's clitoris in a circular motion,
clockwise and counter-clockwise. Next, he squeezes the clitoris between
his thumb and index finger.
Then, the man inserts his middle finger into the Yoni. Much time is
spent inside the vagina exploring and massaging. Varying the speed and
depth of his finger, the man feels inside the Yoni up, down and around.
With his finger and palm pointing upward inside his partner's vagina, the
man bends his finger to make contact with the woman's G-spot, known as the
"sacred spot" in Tantra. If his partner wishes, the man can also insert
his ring finger into the vagina. Some women enjoy the increased pressure
of two fingers. Other options during this step include the man stimulating
the woman's clitoris with his thumb and gently inserting his pinky into her
anus while his middle finger (and possibly ring finger) remain inside her
Yoni.
The massage continues until the woman decides it is time to stop. The
couple may choose for other sexual activity to follow. An appropriate
choice is the Lingam massage, the male form of the Yoni massage.
It was all exciting for me to read but my blood ran wild in my body when
I read section two of the first chapter. In that, god Shiva says to
Parvati (his consort) that the best of all yonis is mother's yoni. In his
words he says; "The devotee should worship the mother's yoni and have
intercourse with all yonis." The immediate question that sprang in my head
is 'Does that mean even with mother's yoni?!!' He continues "He may have
intercourse with any woman between the ages of twelve and sixty".
My mother is 40. So she falls between the ages Lord Shiva suggested.
Then the rest of the section describes the procedure of performing Puja.
"If one should do puja of a mother's yoni, one should prepare it. After
worshipping according to rule, one should not have intercourse." This
statement is a bit confusing with as it does not clearly state if one
should not have intercourse with mother's yoni or no intercourse at all
during the ritual. In the same paragraph, it also continues saying "One
should only couple with the yoni that bleeds or menstruates."
Since the script does not say clearly that we should not have
intercourse with mother's yoni but clearly says 'one should have
intercourse with all yonis between the ages 12 and sixty and one should
have intercourse with the yonis that bleed,' I can interpret as we can have
intercourse with mother's yoni. Since my mother is between the ages
suggested and she still menstruates, one can have intercourse with her.
No way was I going to be that much lucky? I thought. However the book
mentioned a `mantra' called Kamadeva's mantra that could be used to win the
heart of a lover. Kamdev is the god of Love & Sex and this mantra is to
attract any boy/girl for sex purpose.
"Om Namo Bhagvate Kamdevaye, yasya yasya drishyo Bhavami, Yashch Yashch
mum mukham pashyati tam tam mohyatu swaha" [Kamdev is the god of Love & Sex
and this mantra is to attract any boy/girl for sex purpose. Whenever a
stranger will see your face he/she will become mad in love for you.]
It was mentioned that when one start chanting this mantra, one start
consuming cosmic energy of Kamdev. The person, whom one will keep in mind,
will be attracted towards him. One can chant it 28 times daily but by
chanting it more one will attain power faster. I memorized this mantra
just to try my luck. However, keeping in view the nature of my mother it
simply looked impossible.
Religion was my mother's obsession--. My mother was a devout Hindu
woman. She observed as many rituals as she could and seem to fast every
other day for some reason or other. I myself am Hindu -- a reluctant Hindu
shall we say. I was really in it just for her. She takes this all so
seriously and it's kind of rubbed off on me. I don't think I could survive
at home if I didn't roll over and play the devout Hindu son routine.
She used to worship the gods. She always was polite with others and
advised me to be polite with others. I was her obedient son and she likes
me so much because I am the only son. My mother always provided me what
ever I needed. She used to give me milk in every night. Always checked
whether I was hungry or not. Most of the time she kept her `pallu' above
her head. My mom used to visit frequently the local temple which was run
by a Guru called Shubhkalp baba, which she believed as god.
To my surprise the outer walls of the temple were carved with some
erotic sculptures. There were some Frank representations of oral sex,
masturbation, and copulation with animals. It was believed that they were
designed to entertain the gods, diverting their wrath and thus protecting
the temples against natural calamities. For me it was simply a form of
mystical mumbo jumbo; however, I once heard the Shubhkalp baba telling some
one that each of them represents a yantra, a pictorial form of a mantra,
for use in meditation. That was the first time I realized that sex can be
use for meditation.
Shubhkalp baba used to pay a visit to us occasionally. He and my mother
sit down in the little prayer room we have and talk endlessly about
scripture, rituals, dos and don'ts. I say they talk; it's more him that
does the talking. My mother really just sits there in awe of him, hanging
on his every word as if they were kind of divine revelation.
Some the things said by Guru ran like as under:
"Hring Ong Haung O Deveshi! I am telling Thee the very truth when I say
that the Mantra `Ong Tat Sat' is superior to the essence of essences of the
Nigamas, the Agamas, and the Tantras. Maya, Tara, and the Shabda Vija,
with Au and Ardhendu-Vindu added to it, is the Shiva Vija - that is, "Hring
Ong Haung.
This mystical mumbo jumbo has no meaning for me but I am surprised to
see mother nodding all the while. Forgive me O devotees if I admit that I
have not much faith in divinity. I myself am skeptical -- some of the
stuff Guru comes out with is just everyday common sense and other is simply
mystical mumbo jumbo. But to my mother, it's all profound wisdom. It's
that devotion to his every word that changed everything for my mother and
me. Even though the world has moved on, she's managed to keep her old
Indian ways.
The days were going were going fine until last year. Last year there
was an awful drought. That was the time of growing season, when we needed
all the rain we could get. My family was in trouble for some time because
we were under debt. Without a cash flow we feared loosing the tractor and
some land. Nobody needed rain more than us. Nothing is deadlier to the
economy of a village than drought. You can buy almost anything in this
world, just not rainfall.
In the past, whenever a drought would bring us right to the edge, it
seemed that it would take something really strange to make it stop.
Somebody would get into a bad accident and die or a building would burn
down in town, something really unexpected and then it would rain. No such
thing (luck) last year. The Guru Shubhkalp baba was consulted and to
everybody surprise, he advised us to eat meat on a certain day and chant
the following words with strong conviction, while eating meat.
'Om! Salutation to the beloved of Shiva, the remover of all obstacles,
Salutation to thee the giver of boons, adorned with a garland of severed
heads, stained with streams of blood. Thee I salute for the destruction of
all obstacles and the well being of Kaula Cara."
His wish was obeyed reluctantly by all but mom refused to cook meat
because she considered it a sin. When no rain took place the Guru
immediately announced that some of the villager disobeyed him. It became
known to him somehow that the real culprit was my mom who was very strict
in her religious behavior.
As soon he learned that he paid us a visit. As usual Mother sat in
blissful serenity and listened to him, nodding along in agreement with him,
rocking slightly in a meditative fashion. She would occasionally turn to
me and I would nod back at her, dumbly validating everything the Guru said.
He was angry over mom's disobedience. For a moment mom was scared and Then
confused.
"I was not expecting it from you Suman Behan [sis]," he said, "this one
act of yours stopped a certain rain from coming to this village,"
"I am sorry Guru jee," she said meekly.
"A mere sorry won't do sister you `ill have to promise to obey me in
future."
"I promise to obey you," she said.
"Now there is only one way of bringing rain here, I never wanted to use
this method but now there is no other way," he said.
"Please tell me Baba what I am supposed to do,"
The Guru turned to my mother and calmly asked "Behnji, you will have to
perform yoni puja [pussy worship]"
"WHAT? Guru sahib." She replied, with a confused expression on her
face.
"Have you ever heard about it?' he asked her,
"No, not at all." she told him.
I was shocked and want to say that I already knew about it but kept
silent due to respect.
"This is the Puja that can bring rain in hardest of times." Guru jee
told mom.
For the Guru, this was a serious topic of religious observance. For my
mother, it was suddenly a very uncomfortable discussion as was evidenced in
the concern on her face and the delightful pink blush in her cheeks.
Many of you will be surprised to find that religious conversations about
yoni and lingam (vulva and phallus) are nothing abnormal in Hindu religion.
You only have to look at the various ornamental statues we have around our
very old temples to see that matters of sex and procreation aren't taboo
topics. That's not to say we openly converse about pussies and cocks.
Yoni and Lingam, as words and concepts are somewhat detached from their
real world equivalents. We're able to talk about them without getting
giddy, and flushed embarrassed or prudish.
"As you have no husband so you have to perform this Puja with your Son
Suraj"
"But Guru sahib, Suraj is.." Mother glanced again in my direction and
swallowed hard as she tried to continue her sentence in hushed tones
"...he's my son."
The Guru blankly looked from me to my mother. "Behnji, don't you want
our land to produce grain. Nobody needs it more than you. Right." He
continued to teach.
`Who is there that is Omniscient, Merciful, All-knowing, Omnipresent,
easily satisfied, Protector of the humble, like Thee? Who makes my joys
increase like Thee? He is the one who installed Yoni-Puja? What is the
use of saying more? I am but telling Thee the very truth when I say that I
am unable to describe the glory, majesty, and sanctity of the Yoni-Puja.'
Mother bowed her head, seemingly resigned to the Guru's wisdom. There
was that unquestioning obedience once again...
"Behnji, the ritual is very simple and yet very powerful. I shall
explain the details to you and you can perform the ritual with Suraj at
your convenience. I understand this is a matter of privacy so, please
perform it when you are ready and comfortable."
The Guru then went through and described in detail how we were to
perform the ritual. My mother listened attentively. She seemed to have
lost her relaxed posture somewhat as she sat there, nodding as the Guru
spoke. She would not look at me at all for the rest of the time the Guru
was with us that day.
When the Guru was done, he packed his things and mother escorted him out
with a smile. Guru, nodded at me before he left and said, "The woman who
gets her yoni worshipped becomes a goddess herself" and "A great yoni will
attain enlightenment."
I sat there in the empty prayer room, my mind racing. I hadn't dared to
get up in case either of them caught a glimpse of the huge tent my erection
had made in the front of my pajama. I couldn't believe what had just been
discussed. I desperately wanted to go to my room and jack-off like a mad
man but was left in a bit of a muddle. Was I to wait here? Was I supposed
to perform puja right now? Was my mother really going to go through with
this?
Mother didn't always perform all of the rituals the Guru taught her --
but she did most of them. I could feel my cock throbbing as I considered
the sordid prospects. It didn't matter that she saw it as a purely
religious ritual. There was the distinct possibility that I might see my
Mother's pussy and that's all that mattered to me!
I sat there, trembling in anticipation but my mother didn't return. Not
straight away anyway.
I could hear her tinkering in the kitchen and eventually she came back
into the prayer room. I looked up at her and just watched as she walking
in, picked up the ritual ingredients and headed back to the kitchen. For a
moment my heart skipped a beat as I thought this might be it -- this might
be my moment -- but it wasn't to be.
I felt deflated as I heard her return everything to the kitchen. She
still hadn't looked at me, not one glance in my direction. I sensed she
was feeling very embarrassed and no doubt apprehensive about undertaking
the yoni puja ritual.
I got up and shuffled quickly to my room, rubbing my aching cock through
my pajama. Once inside I jacked off furiously and unloaded a huge wad,
relieving my aching balls as I allowed my mind to wonder, and fantasize,
and hope and pray that Yoni puja was one ritual my mother would not pass
up.
The rest of the day passed slowly and awkwardly to say the least. I
don't think mother looked at me once, moreover it certainly appeared she
was avoiding me. She managed to communicate to me without eye contact. It
was frustrating and equally unnerving.
I couldn't stop thinking about the yoni puja ritual. My mind had gone
blank while the Guru had described it though I had managed to capture
enough to know that it involved coconut milk, some washing, some drinking,
and a whole lot of up close and personal pussy action. My cock was on
perma-erection and it was becoming very difficult to conceal it.
Sadly, it didn't look like there was any chance I was going to get to
perform the ritual that day. Instead I spent hours in bed jacking off like
a dog in heat.
We didn't perform the ritual the next day either. Nor the next.
Instead, all that seemed to have come from the yoni puja discussion was my
inability to think of anything else. I thought about speaking to her about
it, but chickened out each time, how would I even raise the topic.
My feelings swung from out of control horny to lonely and depressed. It
was a terrible for next two days. I'd resigned to the notion that it
wasn't going to happen after all. The only chance I'd ever get of seeing
mother's pussy was going to be in my raging fantasies. I actually wished
the whole topic had never been discussed!
The only good thing was the fact that there was no rain. Perhaps she
was wishing rain to come without that Puja. Not to be. The only thing of
importance was that on day three she gave me some coconut milk to drink. I
drank it down without thinking about it any further. It wasn't unusual
that my mother had given me a glass of coconut milk to drink.
Same day the Guru jee paid us a visit again. On arrival she escorted
him to the prayer room and called out to me to join them. I shrugged and
followed them numbly. Once we'd all become seated, Guru wasted no time in
broaching the topic of the day.
"Well behta [son], did you two performed the yoni puja?" He asked.
There was silence in the room as it took me a moment to realize he was
addressing me. I was usually a peripheral member of these holy sessions so
was surprised to find him speaking to me before speaking to mother. I
looked across at my mother who quickly turned away, clearly as confused as
I.
"Guruji, we didn't..." I began mumbling but my mother quickly cut me
off.
"Guru Sahib, I gave him the blessed coconut milk this morning." She said
hurriedly.
"Then I am surprised why there is no hint of rain?" The Guru turned to
my mother and then back to me again.
The Guru was clearly under the impression that I'd got to perform the
ritual with mother. I turned to my mother and before I could say a word
she began to speak.
"Guru jee, I performed the ritual myself. Suraj..." Mother bowed her
head as she continued. "...Drank the blessed coconut milk from the
ritual."
My cock twitched with the realization that the delicious coconut milk
she'd given me this morning was a little more special than usual. I had
actually drunk something that had come in contact with my mother's pussy.
The very thought of it almost blew my mind.
Guru was less impressed though. He looked to my mother and pressed her
on the matter with all the authority of a teacher.
"Behnji, the yoni puja ritual is meant for two people. And it must be
undertaken as prescribed. It is invalid otherwise."
"But Guru sahib, it is something that is difficult for us." She glanced
at me, and I recognized an expression of pity. She clearly felt worried
for me. As if it would be difficult for me to undertake the puja ritual.
Nothing could be further from the truth, of course!
"It is natural that it is difficult but you promised." The Guru replied
patiently.
Mother slowly nodded in agreement. It always amazed me how the Guru
managed to get my mother to 'see sense' even where she had shown great
difficult in accepting only moments ago.
"So you see betah, it is imperative that you perform the ritual." The
Guru said, looking back at me as if I was the one who needed persuading.
I looked across at mother who quickly turned away and bowed her head,
her face flushed in obvious embarrassment.
"And Behnji, you must not deny your son from performing puja of the
yoni. Just don't think about you but think about all others" The Guru,
nodded at each of us, seeking our agreement to his wisdom.
"Now, Behnji, "he continued. "...remember how I described the ritual?
Suraj betah must apply the milk and massage it around and into the yoni.
He must also..."
I think I fainted at that point. Too much blood had rushed to my cock
and my mind had simply given way. The Guru once again described the
procedure to mother. She listened attentively this time and even asked
questions from time to time. He occasionally made gestures with his hands
as he described the actions I was to perform. I'd like to say they were
hot kinky finger thrusting motions but they were actually more bland and
educational. This was clearly very much a religious ritual being described
by the Guru and my mother was obviously absorbing it as such.
Mother looked at me from time to time. She had a determined expression
on her face as she concentrated hard on the instructions she was receiving.
For a moment it almost dampened the intense arousal I was feeling. But
only for a moment.
When the Guru finally finished, he smiled warmly at me and mother,
taking pleasure in having educated us to yet another religious doctrine.
Mother escorted him out as always and just like last week, I chose to stay
seated to avoid offending anyone with my aching, engorged cock.
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Mother returned to the prayer room and sat down again. She didn't look
at me as she busied herself in performing a prayer at the statue of Ganesh
we have in the centre of the room. All I could do was sit there patiently,
waiting for her to finish so that I could excuse myself and jack off in my
bedroom once again.
Once she had completed she turned to me and for the first time in a
week, just looked at me. Her expression was blank, which I found slightly
unnerving. She seemed to be lost in thought, even staring through me for a
while before she came back to her senses and just smiled warmly - that
glorious motherly smile that warmed my heart and comforted my soul.
"Betah [son], it is ok. It is a most blessed ritual and you shall
receive great empowerment from performing it." She repeated the Guru's
words to me as if I required persuading. I in turn nodded and feigned a
slightly concerned expression. Enough to make her feel I was a little
unsure but not so much to make her feel I wasn't willing to take part in
this.
"There's a bowl on the kitchen counter, get it please. There is a fresh
carton of coconut milk in the fridge as well." She said with a hopeful
smile.
I couldn't believe it was actually going to happen. I swallowed hard
and climbed up onto trembling feet. I remembered to angle away from her to
conceal my erection. Having mother see me with a boner was definitely
going to be a deal breaker at this early stage!
I hurried to the kitchen with lightning speed and returned with the
carton and the bowl. I placed them on the floor between mother and I and
sat down, remembering again to conceal my twitching weapon. I then stared
at mother dumbly, awaiting further instruction.
Mother turned to Ganesh [elephant god] again and seemed to whisper a
prayer under her breath. She then swallowed hard as if to draw some
strength and resolve from within. Then, with surprisingly quick movements
she climbed up onto her feet and pulled the cushioned stool from the corner
of the room and placed it right where she had been sitting. She then
lifted up the skirts of her cotton saree and held them at her waist as she
sat herself down on the stool. She then shuffled her ass forward so that
the stool was under the small of her back and her ass was mostly off the
seat. She placed her hands on either side of herself to assist in
supporting her weight in this less than comfortable position. She picked
herself up off the stool a couple of times as she meticulously adjusted her
saree and her position until she was satisfied.
I then stared dumbly at the sight of my mother, sitting opposite me,
legs open and relaxed with feet flat on the floor and her pussy, her
gorgeous womanly pussy, slick with feminine moisture, heavy folds of curly
pinky-brown and glistening skin was splayed out in front of me like some
delicious delicacy waiting to be tasted and devoured.
"OK betah, bring the bowl under me to catch the coconut milk." She said
as she nodded in my direction.
I don't know how I managed to stop my self from leaping in and burying
my face in that snatch. I could feel the saliva build in my mouth as a
ached to run my tongue amongst those delicious folds and taste her womanly
essence.
Instead, I managed to keep my cool as a shuffled forward and pushed the
bowl under her ass -- keenly aware that my hand was only inches away from
the glorious sex.
I could smell her cunt as I came closer. It's rich musky perfume making
my nostrils flare and my mouth drool. I inhaled deeply but discreetly and
edged closer, thanking my lucky stars for this glorious day.
As strange as this whole situation was, mother was unusually calm, and
focused about it. She began instructing me on how I was to perform the
ritual. Talking through the prayers I was to say, the actions I was to
perform, the thoughts I was to think. I listened intently, trying my
utmost to focus on her words and not the beautiful gash she was presenting
to me so freely.
And so I proceeded with the ritual. I took my time obviously, savouring
every moment that this magnificent woman, the source of all my most sordid
fantasies, would allow for me to be so close to her sex. I poured small
amounts of the coconut milk onto her pussy. Into the cute small patch of
natural unmolested pubic hair. Directly onto her clit, or where I presumed
her clit was. Over the slit itself and round and around. I watched as the
pale fluid drizzled down over her lips in rivulets, streaming down and
sinking into the crevices, emerging out further down to dribble and drip
into the ceramic bowl underneath.
I looked up a couple of times to see if she was watching this delightful
sight with me but she was simply staring up at the ceiling -- no doubt
thinking of anything apart from the thought that she was sitting in her
prayer room, exposing her pussy to her son who was now washing it with
coconut milk.
I didn't care that she was obviously uncomfortable with it. This was my
moment. My moment with her pussy and I wasn't going to flinch for a
second.
I remembered to whisper the prayers as I reached down with trembling
fingers and began to mages her slick yoni. With my fingers pressed
together I massaged her sex in circular motions, keeping pressure on the
top of her pussy while curling my finger tips and letting them sink in a
little at her entrance. I kept this up in slow rhythmic motions and
glanced up occasionally to watch as my mother's chest heaved as her
breathing came in deep slow breaths.
I placed my fingertips at the top of her pussy and pressed firmly while
making a couple of quick circular motions. I thought I heard a gentle moan
escape her lips and when I looked up I saw she was biting her lip. I did
this a second time and there was a definite gasp and I watched in
fascination as her cute toes curled.
On the third time the moan was unmistakable as a gush of clear fluid
erupted from her cunt, splashed against my fingers leaving droplets all
over her cunt and along the insides of her thighs. I've seen enough pornos
to know when a woman ejaculates. It wasn't a big massive mind numbing
gasping and panting orgasm. It was a small, uncontrollable,
why-did-it-have-to-happen-now-in-front-of-my-son, whisper quiet orgasm.
Like her pussy couldn't bare the excitement any longer and spilled forth,
despite all efforts to hold back. A cute, orgasm. For a brief moment I
saw the beautiful mix of delirious lust and gratitude on her face as her
pelvis made minute circular movements designed to grind her cunt against my
invading digits.
As she gradually made her way down from her peak I eventually drew my
fingers out ran them up and down her slit a couple of times. Her body
continued twitched.
"Nahin betah, bus [stop son]. That's it betah, no more. Please." She
panted. She lifted her head and through tired eyes she found the sanity of
mind to instruct me to wash my slick fingers in the coconut milk.
I dipped my fingers into the pale white fuild and washed off the mixture
of her watery ejaculate and slippery cunt grease. As I did so I watched as
she slowly climbed off the stool and let her saree skirts fall to the
floor. She then went and sat down against the wall. She drew her knees
into her chest and hid her face away. Her breathing slowly becoming more
regular as her body retreated from its climax.
Eventually she looked up at me, her flushed face twinkling from sheen of
sweat and framed by tussled clumps of matted her. She turned her face away
in embarrassment as she spoke "The coconut milk will give you strength."
She then got up and left the room. I heard her make her way to the
bathroom, close the door and lock it behind her.
I sat there, mesmerised by what had just happened. I picked up the bowl
of coconut milk and gulped it down expecting it to taste of her essence.
All I could taste was coconut milk. Blessed coconut milk.
The rest of the day I saw her at her most vulnerable and as beautiful a
sight as it was to see her panting and gasping in sexual delirium, it was
also a very personal and private act and one that a son doesn't usually get
to experience with his mother. It's certainly not one that mother ever
thought she'd undertake with me and her discomfort at the situation had
been plane to see.
What had happened had happened. As with all things of this crazy
nature, I couldn't see how things could go back to they were before. I
can't un-see what I had seen and I can't undo what I had done. I had
masturbated my mother. She'd been pleasured by her son. That truth would
no doubt resonate with us for the next few days at least.
Things were slightly different; however, as I didn't receive the same
cold shoulder treatment as I had before. Instead mother was actually quite
amiable. Not quite chatty but definitely a bit more conversational. To be
honest, I wasn't really capable of that much conversation myself. My mind
was only thinking about one thing.
All I could think about was the yoni puja ritual and if we were to talk
about anything, that should be it. However, that appeared to be the only
topic she would not raise. Instead there were short banal exchanges about
which one of my shirts needing washing, what groceries I'd need to buy from
the bazaar, whether I was going to finally fix the satellite tv connection,
etc.
The day passed quickly with mother following her usual routines of
housework and meal preparation. We even sat together to watch some tv in
the evening, as strange as it sounds. It's as if this morning hadn't
happened and in a weird way I even began questioning in my mind whether it
had or not.
I guessed that she found it easier to accept the ritual mentally if it
meant it didn't change anything in her day to day life. As if it was
something aside and apart from her normal duties and function.
I was woken the next morning by a soft knocking on my bedroom door.
"Betah, have you woken yet. It is already 8 o'clock."
I jumped up and out of bed as I realized that weather outside was
cloudy. Instead of praying for rain I prayed for delay in rain because I
have not yet fucked my mom.
I quickly rushed to get cleaned up and Mother called to me from the
kitchen asking what I wanted for breakfast. After breakfast I did some
chores that were almost a routine like feeding cattle and buying some
groceries. The clouds started to clear by the time I came back to home.
Mother emerged from the prayer room wearing one of her plain cotton
sarees. She was a bit angry.
"Where were you?" she asked and I told her about my routine. "Didn't
you noticed that clouds came here"
"But the chances of rain are slim mom." I said
"More yoni puja might change that"
"Kya? [What?]" I asked,
Her face was suddenly blushing and she seemed a little nervous and
unsure of herself. It was cute seeing her in discomfort. I felt a bit of
a thrill watching her feel so uneasy as our mother-son relationship was
momentarily turned on its head. She looked away in shyness and continued
in an almost squeaking tone.
"Yoni ka puja karna hai. We need to perform the yoni puja ritual. The
Guru said that...." She trailed off her sentence, her voice having become
an inaudible squeak.
She nervously adjusted her pallu, then her hair, then her pallu again,
clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed to have to ask me such a thing. I
had to admit I felt a bit of giddy thrill from the thought of this life
long figure of maternal authority turn into this trembling little girl so
easily.
"Let's perform puja then." I said plainly, strange how things turn out.
"And pray for rain"
I jokingly pinched her nose and went to poke her a few times, playfully
pretending to tickle her as we had done many times in the past. We laughed
together for a bit, both of us coming to ease and enjoying the mutual
release of tension.
"Bus, bus betah. [stop son]" She pleaded as her cute girlish laughed
slowed and ended in a wide smile across her warm and beautiful face. She
told me to go and put my prayer clothes on with an intoxicating hint of
excitement and adoration in her eyes.
I rushed with a spring in my step to my bedroom to get dressed. My head
was buzzing with sexy images of my mother while my cock throbbed and ached
within the confines of my pants. In moments I was dressed and hurrying to
the prayer room to find my already seated mother in the lotus position and
rocking back and forth in silent prayer to Ganesha.
I sat down quietly and joined her in prayer, clutching my hands together
and holding them up to Ganesha to think him for the glorious ritual I was
about to perform once again. I tiny part of me felt like a right shit, but
a much more louder part of my body throbbed with an urgency, reminding me
of just how many years I'd lusted after this wonderful woman and why it was
my duty to myself to subvert the holy nature of this sacred ceremony in
order to satisfy my perverted needs to see and play with her cunt. It was
a matter of personal development, sanity and simple motherfucking
dickishness.
As I turned to face my mother I found her beaming with pride having
rarely seen so much enthusiasm from me in performing any kind of religious
ritual. Strangely it didn't seem to occur to her that her son was excited
because he was a pervert, not because he cared one iota about the ritual.
Of course, I felt a little guilty to be deceiving her, but in the grand
scheme of things, wasn't it better this way? Surely it was better that she
felt happy with the arrangement, this way we both get what we need. I get
pussy, she gets a ritual-happy son. Everybody wins.
Just like the previous day, mother brought the stool to the centre of
the room, lifted up the skirts of her saree and positioned herself on it.
She shifted around a few times to find the position she felt most
comfortable, before eventually settling down and splaying her thighs open
to present her glorious pussy to me once more.
She was a lot more comfortable today and even smiled warmly as she once
again explained the importance of the ritual and the meaning of each of the
actions. It was a surreal experience listening to her talking about how I
must massage the external and the internal of the yoni, how the secretions
of the yoni bless the coconut milk with the strength of the earth mother,
Kaali.
It was surprising how the thought of performing some kind of sacred
ritual made the whole thing palatable for her. Flashing her gorgeous lady
gash would have been a completely abhorrent thing for her to even consider
doing. Yet right now, she practically beamed at me and showed no
embarrassment at all in parading her sex like this.
She spoke with polite patience and diligence, describing in detail the
religious significance of a yoni, its properties and its symbolism. I'm
not sure I was listening. It's hard to listen when you have your fantasies
coming true in front you. I was too fixated on the hot pussy presented to
me, barely able to conceal my delight as she herself drew my attention to
it periodically just in case I wasn't listening. As if I was going to look
anywhere else??
I inspected her sex with hungry eyes. Her cunt was a beautiful pink and
brown, darker towards the centre and more rosy around the outside where it
blended into the pearly white of her soft skin. Large and fleshy outer
lips, framed thicker heavy set and curly inner lips. They looked like they
were pouting like some delicate flower waiting to be kissed. They wobbled
ever so slightly as she shifted her weight around the stool, quivering in
anticipation. I imagined them parting and sliding down my invading cock,
settling over the base of my shaft to place a silky soft wet kiss there
while forming an airtight seal around my manhood to keep me safe and snug
in her velvety cunt. Her folds were already glistening with moisture while
her sensual feminine fragrance filled the air to tantalise my senses and
tickle my nostrils, seducing me with her natural womanly smell.
I looked up at her and blinked a couple of times as I realised she'd
just asked me something and was waiting a response.
"Uhm... Kya bola aapney?"[what did you say?] I replied dumbly.
She smiled patiently, even rolled her eyes in mock frustration at her
inattentive son. She even appeared to be quite pleased that I was so
captivated by her yoni, spreading her thighs a little wider and pushing her
ass a little further forward off the stool, seeming to bring it just a
little closer to me. I smiled quietly as her delightfully thick pussy
folds jiggled a little more as she did so.
"Arey Silly boy..." She said playfully, her smile wide and beaming.
".... Place the bowl under me to catch the blessed coconut milk." She said
as she nudged her chin towards the ceramic bowl.
I did as I was told and shuffled up closer to her, sitting in-between
her wide open thighs and slipping the bowl underneath her ass. I leaned in
closer, closer than necessary to perform the ritual but my mother didn't
seem to mind. In fact she actually shuffled her ass even further forward
and made more of overt gesture of presenting her cunt up to me. I inhaled
deeply at her cunt, letting the musky odour titillate my senses. My mother
looked at me curiously but said nothing.
I ran the palms of my hands along her inner thighs, bringing them
together at her apex, holding them either side of her sex as if to frame
it. I repeated this a few times, my motions emphasizing to her how open and
accessible she had made herself to me. I looked up at her, catching a
confused expression cross her face, curious about the giddy thrill she felt
from suddenly feeling a little vulnerable.
And so I began the ritual once again. Washing her with the coconut milk
first, massaging it into her skin, paying keen attention to soaking her
engorged labia and running my fingers up and down along her crevices. Her
cunt responded immediately as I felt warm slick juices coat my fingertips
as they played over her entrance. I brought my fingers up to my lips and
ran my tongue over them, sucking each saline finger into my mouth and
sucking off the slimy juices.
She was watching me still, trembling a little now at the sight of her
son, sat poised so eagerly at her most delicate and private place. She
felt goose pimples appear down her arms and legs, as she tried hard to
mentally focus on the sacred symbolism of the ritual. Even as she did so,
her stare looked distant and her eyes slightly glazed, giving her
expression an enchanting lusty quality.
Yesterday, the mere fact of having me perform the yoni puja for her had
troubled and terrified her so much, that she'd coped by staring at the
ceiling, embarrassed to look at me while she was so lewdly exposed. Today,
she felt an unexpected thrill at seeing me there, the realisation of which
aroused and frightened her in equal measure.
I massaged her slick juices all over her pussy as she mewed and gasped
quietly, trying to focus hard on reminding herself that being pleasured was
an important part of the ritual and it was ok to allow it to happen. Her
pussy lips made smacking and squelching sounds as they slid over, under and
against each other as my fingers continued to massage them.
Placing a finger either side of her pussy I spread her lips apart and
eyed the pink flesh of her inner cunt, now exposed after having been
concealed away behind the protective coat of her curly inner labia. They
parted like a sensual veil, opening up to reveal their precious and most
private possession. They reminded me of a trembling virgin bride, disrobed
slowly and earnestly by her groom, pledging herself and surrendering her
innocence up to him. I thought about how much I wanted it to be just like
that between mother and me. She offering herself to me, pledging herself,
drawing me into her precious place and promising that it was now mine. For
eternity.
Her entrance was surprisingly small with a stream of slick pussy juice
pouring out and down into the crevice of her ass. The smooth bud of her
clitoris peeked out shyly from under its heavy hood, hoping tentatively to
receiving love and stimulation as it throbbing with a long forgotten hunger
and urgency.
I zeroed in on that sensitive nub and made quick strokes from side to
side over the top of the curly hood. I pressed firmly as the fleshy curls
of skin buckled and folder over each other and made cute clicking and
smacking sounds under my fingers. The sudden stimulation at that sensitive
bud made her gasp and moan, her brow furrowing as she watched me intently
through lust filled eyes. My fingers played quickly across her slick
fleshy hood, occasionally sliding down to her opening to reapply more cunt
grease to my fingers tips.
Soon I was rubbing her clit furiously, switching between firm circular
motions to quick side to side swipes until she stiffened and groaned as her
first orgasm washed over her trembling body. A gush of clear fluid ejected
from her cunt, spraying against my fingers to splish-splash all over her
crotch and thighs and drain down the crevice of her ass and into the
waiting bowl of coconut milk underneath.
Before she could settle from that peak, my fingers returned again to
that engorged nub of sensitive flesh and with a couple of quick swipes she
erupted again. Even as her legs trembled I continued to work her clit,
bringing her to climax twice more before she had to pull my hand away.
"Bas, bas behta. No more." She panted, her clit too sensitive to touch
now.
I watched as her cunt twitched from residual spasms, her heavy folds
quivering and her entrance seeming to pulse, undulating in tiny motions. I
placed my palm flat against her sex and massaged it slowly, soothing it
with gentle rhythmic motions as her orgasmic shocks subsided and she was
beginning to beath calmly once again.
I placed my hand back onto her crotch, cupping all of her hot fleshy sex
and massaged gently and lovingly, soothing her poor womanhood after having
violently abused it. She mewed, at my touch, enjoying the warmth of my
palm against the whole of her tingling and throbbing cunt.
Muscles throughout her body continued to spasm as mini orgasms continued
to jolt her senses like mini electric shocks back and forth from the depth
of her cunt to her fingertips and toes.
She moved off the stool, preferring to lay curled up on her side on the
floor where she could relax better. She was careful not to spill the bowl
of coconut milk.
She stayed there for a long time, the skirts of her saree remained
crumpled at her waist leaving her ass and legs still exposed. I could just
about see her pretty cunt, peeking out from between her thighs, brown and
glistening while drops of her juice remained splashed all over her legs,
drenching and staining her clothes. She had placed her face in the palms
of her hands as her breathing slowly became more regular.
I lay down next to her, cuddling up close to her. I pushed one arm
under her head and let her rest on it like a pillow. I reached the other
between her legs and placed my hand once again over poor cunt. She winced
at first, unsure of my intentions and fearful of the contact I made against
her tingling flesh. I pressed my palm firmly against her crotch and just
held it there, cupping her delicate and sensitive wet sex feeling its heat
and its gentle throbbing against my skin. She didn't seem to mind; at
least she made no effort to push my hand away. Even when she finally
looked up at me and smiled a warm motherly smile, my hand remained at her
pussy, neither of us wanting to pull away from the comforting bond it
symbolised and the reassurance she felt by having it there, protecting and
soothing her tender flesh.
It was when I got a little frisky by pressing my fingertips once again
at the slippery opening of her cunt did she eventually shift herself
backwards, denying any further access to her sex. She didn't seem mad,
just that I guess, the puja ritual was complete and her sex was now her own
again. Moreover, it was probably very sensitive anyway. She then pushed
the skirts of her saree down over her knees and covered up her exposed
legs, trying to recapture some semblance of modesty even as she lay there
soaked in her own vaginal fluids. . She looked towards the bowl of coconut
milk and then back to me.
"Drink betah, let the strength of the earth mother Kaali invigorate and
rejuvenate you." She said as she smiled.
I sat up and I brought the bowl to my lips and sipped the sweet nectar.
Mother watched me with pride and reverence as I drank it all. Once
finished I placed the bowl to the side and for a long moment mother and I
just gazed lovingly at each other. I don't know what she was thinking at
that time but all I could think of was how much in love I was with this
beautiful earth mother.
I don't know whether it was the heady perfume of arousal that filled the
air or whether it was the sight of a woman having been sexually pleasured,
or indeed whether it was the cocktail of coconut milk and pussy juice that
I had just drunk but suddenly yoni puja didn't seem like mumbo jumbo at all
and for the briefest of moments, everything that mother's Guru had been
talking about over the last few years suddenly made a strange kind of
cosmic sense.
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Playing with mom was very pleasurable but not entirely satisfactory. I
have to masturbate twice before sleep. I wanted my cock satisfied by mom
but that was not happening. That problem of mine was solved by the Guru
jee very next day. He again paid us a visit. This occasion I was already
in the prayer room ready to hear more of his teachings. You could say I
was fast becoming a bit of a full convert! As we all settled down and made
ourselves comfortable, Guruji started off quizzing me about the progress of
the yoni puja ritual. I glanced across at mother and found her to be
beaming back at me with pride.
"We have performed the ritual Guruji. It has been most successful." I
answered,
"Haan Guru sahib. Suraj has performed the yoni puja ritual very well."
Mom intervened and turned to me with a warm smile on her face.
Guru however, was not satisfied. "There must be something wrong because
no rain is coming,"
"Yesterday there were some clouds" I reminded him.
"What clouds?? You ass-licker! Khali clouds ko kya Gaand mein dalna
hai. [Do Am I supposed to put mere clouds in my ass?] He retorted.
Mother blushed and said, "We have already obeyed you enough Guru Saheb."
"No this will not work you will have to go a step further sister" he
advised her calmly.
"What should we do next then sir?" I asked
"Lingam puja [cock worship]" he told us.
"Lingam puja!" I asked in mock surprise.
"The universe is made of equals and opposites. As there is a puja for
the yoni, there is also a puja for the lingam. Sexual energy had to be
released otherwise it would stimulate internal strife. "
Guruji then went on to explain in detail the benefits of lingam worship,
its common practice on the Shivalingam in many temples and circumstances in
which it should be performed.
I bow before that Lingam, which is the eternal Shiva, Which is
worshipped by great sages and devas,
Which is the doorway for devotion and good thought, And which shines
like billions of Suns.
Any one who chants the holy octet of the Lingam, In the holy presence of
Lord Shiva, Would in the end reach the world of Shiva, And keep him
company.
I listened in earnest as Guruji imparted his wisdom, absorbing in
fascination the details of the ritual, it's history and practices. I
glanced across at mother a few times to see that she was just sitting there
with her head down, looking uncomfortable.
As if reading my mind, Guruji turned to mother. "Behnji, this is a
wonderful time for you to undertake the lingam puja."
Mother swallowed hard and looked at me and Guruji apprehensively. I
dared not meet her stare, scared she might see the disobedience and
deception in me. My interest in lingam puja wasn't based in any desire to
observe my religion. My mind is far too perverted for that. I wanted for
mother to reciprocate all of what I had done for the in the past week and
for once, consider my pleasure. I wanted her to worship my cock and bring
me to orgasm.
"From now on," The guru continued, "whenever Suraj performs yoni puja,
you may also perform lingam puja. The discharge of the lingam is the seed
from which all life germinates Suman behn. The yoni cultivates this seed
but it is the lingam which initially created it."
Guruji then went on to explain the detail of the ritual itself as mother
nodded reluctantly in agreement. She looked across to me with a pained
expression on her face, her eyes full of fear and concern. There was no
doubt she was unsettled with the notion of pleasuring my cock but listened
attentively anyway and reluctantly agreed to perform the lingam puja
alongside the yoni puja.
I with some courage told Guru that one of my friends has some sex
problems and want to seek some advice from him but is shy to talk to him
directly.
"You can tell me his problem and then tell him the answer given by me
son," he said,
"What is the remedy when a woman is mightier than a man?" I asked.
Guru thought for a while before saying, "Although she is very strong,
yet no sooner are her legs placed wide apart, than she loses her force of
passion."
Mom was turning red at hearing that but I was enjoying this conversation
greatly.
"And sir, he says that his wife... is older than him and..." With a
gesture of his hand he stopped me from continuing further.
"I understand! When the Yoni becomes slack and loose; let the husband,
therefore, press her thighs together, and she will be equally able to
struggle with him at the time of congress."
Once the session had completed, mother got up to escort Guruji out. I
remained seated in the prayer room, numb after having had to endure the
Guru's never ending religious diatribe. It was only when she returned and
sat down once again did my mind return to the thrilling prospect of her
performing lingam puja on me.
She sat in quiet contemplating, facing the Ganesha statue. Then she
chanted some mantras in Sanskrit but I translated them some how as under.
Please God, help me with my intention to heal my sexual traumas. Please
God, help me with my intention to have a peaceful soul. Please God, help
me with my intention of being great in bed Please God, help me with my
intention to enjoy sex.
Then she turned to me, "Betah, what Guru sahib said about lingam
puja..." She had a pained expression on her face and I could see that her
mind was in some turmoil. "... You must remember it is a sacred ritual.
It is not to be confused with any 'worldly' desires."
"I understand mother. I... I'm fascinated by the teachings of the
Guru. I never really listened to it before; I thought it was just mysticism
and mythology. But I've changed my mind now. The yoni puja rituals have
invigorated me."
Mother couldn't but smile at my enthusiasm.
"I am happy that that after so many years my son has finally begun to
enjoy learning about religion." She beamed with pride. "Do you see the
wisdom of the Guruji now?" She asked in ernest.
"I think I do. Now." It took all of my strength to force sincerity in
my reply. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I realised that she was
actually quite right. I'd taken very little interest in religion before,
but now I felt religion was speaking to me directly and in a language I
understood. And most importantly with ritual's that I WANTED to perform.
"Can we start now?" I asked her, full of hope.
Mother chuckled uneasily, shaking her head.
"Silly boy. I don't think your mother's poor yoni can bear any more of
her devoted son's puja for today." She said. She placing a hand against
her lower abdomen as a pained expression appeared on her face. She
furrowed her brow and hissed through pursed lips, emphasising to me how
much pain she was in, even as a cheeky smile tweaked the edges of her
mouth. "Come on, I'll make you some dinner."
"Lekhin puja... [But the puja?]" I didn't really care about dinner. I
wanted to perform puja.
Mother just smiled at me warmly. "Puja karne ka bohot time hai. [We
have plenty of time to perform puja.]" As she got up to leave the room, she
giggled and stopped by the doorway. "There is plenty of time to pleasure
the yoni and there will be plenty of time for the lingam to be pleasured as
well."
With that she left for the kitchen and began preparing dinner for the
both of us. I just sat there in the dim light of the prayer room. I
couldn't believe what my mother had just implied. She'd just spoken openly
about how we would both be pleasuring each other.
My cock strained against my pajama and all I could do was try and ease
the tension and just sit it out. Yet more waiting for now...
We spent the whole of dinner time glancing playfully at each other. We
were like two school children, giggling and joking with each other, making
funny faces and wearing cheeky grins.
Mother finished first and as she got up to take her plate into the
kitchen she turned to me and said she'd be waiting in the prayer room
whenever I was ready. She giggled like a school girl as she left.
I couldn't believe she was being so openly playful about her sexuality
and the puja ritual we were both going to perform for each other. When she
returned from the kitchen she carried a ceramic bowl, a carton of coconut
milk and a glass of warm cow's milk. She smiled at me as she walked passed
the dining table and disappeared round the corner, heading to the prayer
room. I was sure her hips were swaying more so than usual, though it was
probably just in my mind.
I couldn't finish the rest of my food. With a boner as hard as the one
I had at that point, my appetite suddenly went out of the window. I took
my plate to the kitchen and left it in the sink after chucking the
leftovers away. I washed my hands and could barely keep myself from
stumbling as I hurried to the prayer room.
As I entered, mother looked up at me with a beaming smile on her face.
"Ithni jaldee khaliya? [You finished your food quickly?"
"Well,I couldn't eat anymore." I replied honestly.
"You're not hungry?? Is everything ok?" Her expression was one of
concern as she fretted, like all Indian mothers, about their son's not
eating.
"I think my hunger, right now, can only be satiated with yoni puja." I
replied, smiling at her and putting her at ease. I know I was being a bit
cheeky but she didn't seem to mind.
She smiled back at me and pretended to be annoyed at my brazen comments.
As I sat down, I noticed with a startle that mother was only wearing her
blouse. Her saree lay in a crumbled heap in the corner and she was sitting
here, in the lotus position complete nude from the abdomen and down. Her
magnificent pearly white skin seemed to glow in the harsh light of the
prayer room.
Sitting adjacent to her I tried to peer across at her nudity, my
unhealthy fascination with her pussy commanding my mental faculties once
again. I could see just the beginning of her small patch of black pubic
hair but nothing more.
As I looked up I realised mother had caught me checking her out and
though I felt embarrassed she didn't seem to mind. Instead she simply
turned to face me and unlocked her legs from the lotus position and spread
her feet apart. She bent her legs at her knees and let her thighs fall
open as she leaned back and propped up her torso on straightened arms.
My heart skipped a beat as my magnificent mother showed no inhibitions
in displaying her sex to me.
"There is neither shyness nor embarrassment in performing puja, betah.
It is a glorious and sacred thing. Why would I wish to conceal my yoni
when my son shows so much enthusiasm in worshipping it?" Mother smiled.
"From today, whenever you wish to perform puja at your mother's yoni, you
may approach it freely."
I moved closer to her, approaching her splayed form, my eyes locked on
the sight of her delicious cunt as I once again began undertaking the
worship of that sacred place.
The atmosphere was electric as my mother leaned back and settled herself
on the floor, arranging her body into a seated position that felt both
comfortable and accessible. She spread her legs wide apart, her milky
white thighs splayed open unashamedly, and unreservedly. I licked my lips
as I eyed the delicious pussy being paraded in front of me once again.
I took my time, drinking in the sight of this magnificent maternal
woman, charged with sexual confidence as she opened her femininity to me.
Her bosoms heaved as she breathed slowly and calmly while her low cut
blouse showed off ample cleavage. Her nipples made small peaks in the
otherwise smooth cotton fabric as they strained against their tight
confines.
She had a warm and welcoming smile on her face, brimming with love and
adoration for me. Her cheeks were rosy and flushed as her body tingled
with excitement and anticipation.
I placed my hands gently on her shoulders, pushing her slowly further
back till she was lying flat on the floor. Her legs fell open naturally as
she bent them at the knee. I pushed her thighs back further, forcing them
wider and opening her sex even more as a soft gasp escaped her lips. She
held her legs open like that, her gash exposed to me lewdly.
I reached down to that gorgeous pussy once again and massaged the fleshy
folds softly with my finger tips. She lifted her head and watched me,
smiling encouragingly, her face beaming with a mixture of pride and
tenderness.
I was much more gentle this time, having been so rough with her on the
previous occasion. I could tell she was in some pain as she hissed and
cooed whenever I pressed too hard. I apologised several times but she just
smiled back at me with maternal patience.
"A yoni is sacred, betah. it must be cherished when pleasured, not
punished. Please be gentle with me today." She explained softly and
patiently.
A silent exchange passed between our eyes, one of trust and devotion as
I leaned into her sex and kissed her tender folds lovingly. She sighed as
I whispered my love for her and for her yoni. She reached down to run her
fingers though my hair pressing me closer to her cunt.
"I will love this magnificent and sacred yoni with all of my heart." I
whispered. "You have offered me your yoni and I shall love and pleasure it
with my entire being."
She watched with a mixture of fascination and lust, mewing and gasping
as I placed tentative kisses all over her sensitive flesh. She moaned and
lifted her ass off the floor, pushing her pussy into my face ever so
slightly as my kisses played close to her clitoral hood. I lapped hungrily
at her slick folds; sucking them into my mouth and watching them jiggle
delightfully as my tongue flicked over and across them quickly.
I pleasured her delicious cunt, teasing and tweaking her arousal. I ran
my tongue all over her sex, from the slimy entrance where her lubricating
fluids oozed to the very top where I let my tongue flick at her smooth
sensitive clitoral nub under its heavy hood of curly labial flesh.
I focused on that sensitive bud, flicking it quickly with my tongue
while sucking the thick hood into my mouth. Her breathing came in quick
shallow breaths as her legs began to tense, I realised she was fast
approaching her first orgasm. I sucked harder at her sex and flicked my
tongue quickly against her clit bringing her closer and closer to her
release.
Her hips started to gyrate as she struggled, unsuccessfully, to pull her
sensitive nub away from my relentless attack. Finally she clamped my head
between her thighs and pressed my head to her pussy as she erupted into my
mouth, screeching as her climax finally took hold of her.
I lapped away hungrily at her gushing cunt, gulping down all I could of
her delicious watery ejaculate while the rest dribbled down her ass to soak
the carpet underneath. My tongue continued to thrust at her engorged clit,
tweaking the sensitive heart of her climax as electric shocks surged
through her body.
I continued to place soft kisses lovingly all over her pussy as she
slowly began to relax and ease from her orgasmic peak. She cooed at me
encouragingly, still holding me at her cunt, enjoying the teasing flicks of
my tongue and the delicate kisses I placed tantalisingly all over the
tingling sensitive flesh. I hooking my hands under her knees and pushing
her legs all the way back, pressing them against her chest. This gave me
better access to her delicious vaginal entrance where I lapped up the
drooling fluids while jabbing my tongue into her hot velvety canal.
She stared in wide eyed fascination at the confident way in which I took
control of her body, opening up her sex to inspect it luridly. She was
suddenly unsure and fearful of how accessible her pussy was to me and
embarrassed of being splayed open so lewdly. I held her like that,
applying enough force to let her know that I was in charge, enjoying seeing
the mixture of lust and fear in her eyes.
"Sharm aati hai, betah. [I'm feeling ashamed son.]" She whispered
weakly. Her eyes were locked on mine, seeking comfort and reassurance.
"Kyu? Why?" I replied softly. I leaned into her cunt and placed
teasing kisses along her slit from the fleshy hood to her slick honey pot.
I dipped the tip of my tongue into her cunt teasingly.
She mewed softly. "Dhar laktaa hain. [I'm frightened.]"
"Frightened of the lust you see in my eyes?" I asked, staring deep into
hers while I continued to kiss and suck at her fleshy cunt. Her eyes were
wide and glazed as they twinkled in the bright light of the prayer room.
"Fearful of how easily you get my body to open up to you and ashamed of how
brazenly my body allows itself to be conquered by you."
"Does it thrill you to see me, your son, suckle at your delicious sex?"
I pushed her legs further back, lifting her ass off the floor, exposing her
further and allowing her to watch me tease her throbbing snatch. "Or does
it thrill you to offer up your sex so shamelessly?"
She gasped as I ran my tongue up and down her cunt, pressing
purposefully between her curly labial folds. I kissed and sucked at her
tasty flesh all over, seeing the fascination and lust in her face as she
watched her sex being pleasured by me. Occasionally I would lick my way
down, passed her slick opening, and run my tongue over her salty rosebud.
She would gasp at first at the strange sensation she felt there before
pulling me away quickly, bringing me back to her cunt.
I lapped away hungrily, concentrating on her tender clit once again. I
closed my mouth around her hood and sucked at her throbbing flesh while my
tongue darted at her sensitive bud. She groaned as I pushed a finger
easily into her wet hole, quickly adding a second as it too slipped inside
her without resistance.
I curled my fingers up to press and massage her g-spot while my tongue
continued to thrash her poor clit. I'd release it occasionally to place
long licks from her opening to the tip of her pussy giving her some brief
respite before zeroing in again on that throbbing bundle of nerves.
She was moaning now, climbing that orgasmic peak once again as her body
gyrated under me, mashing her cunt against my face. Her hands were clawing
at my hair, pushing me into her crotch, holding me at her pussy.
My fingers worked her g-spot masterfully and as her body stiffened I
began fucking her cunt with quick deep thrusts, stabbing into her slick
canal and bringing her to her climax again. My mouth stayed closed around
her clitoral hood, sucking at her flesh furiously as she exploded again,
her thighs flailing as she moaned and groaned and her pulsing pussy spewed
forth yet more torrents of ejaculate.
She trembled and whimpered as I continued to eat her tingling sex. I
held her legs back as far as I could, pinning her to the floor and
preventing any escape. I suckled and lapped her slick folds, making my way
up and down her cunt, teasing the throbbing flesh as her orgasm began to
subside. I kissed my way passed her slimy entrance and placed tentative
flicks of my tongue once again at her salty brown flower. I watched as it
twitched nervously, seemingly aware of its vulnerability. I pressed my
tongue purposefully against the wrinkled eye, even as her sphincter held
tight to deny me.
She struggled vainly to pull free of my hold, alarmed at the strange
sensations she felt from having my tongue play at her asshole.
Weak from two powerful orgasms, she resigned reluctantly to my actions
and began gasping in hushed tones at the curious feeling of having her anus
be the focus of all my attention. She twitched and clenched as my tongue
tickled her rear orifice, while my strong hold denied her natural bodily
urge to pull away and protect her asshole from this sudden attack. I held
her firm and insistent, long enough to push the tip of my tongue into that
forbidden exit, even while her body continued to protest.
"Bus, beta. Bus[stop]. It is time to stop now, please. This is not
part of the ritual, betah." She pleaded as she ran her fingers through my
hair and nudged me away from her sphincter. I stopped and kissed my way
back up her pussy, dipping my tongue once again into that delicious
fountain before continuing up to the peak of her fleshy pussy folds where I
made a few quick teasing licks of her engorged clitoris.
She sighed playfully. "Bus betah, please."
As I pulled away I raised my head to see the sight of my glorious
mother's face, flushed and sweaty with clumps of damp hair clinging to her
cheeks. Her smile was beaming with pride and she glowed with a
post-orgasmic energy. With quick movements she sat up and leaned forward
to kiss me. For the briefest of moments I was stunned, having never shared
an intimate kiss with anyone in my life before, let alone my mother.
We kissed tentatively, like two lovers seeking comfort and reassurance
from each other. Light playful kisses soon became deep and urgent as we
sucked at each others lips and moaned and gasped into each others mouths.
We broke away momentarily to gaze longingly into each others eyes,
exchanging silent promises of love, loyalty and devotion. We leaned into
to each other once again, sealing our forbidden promises to each other with
a long tender kiss. For the briefest of moments we were not mother and son
but two lovers declaring our loyalty and devotion to each other.
I held her in my arms, pressing her body to mine as she rested her head
on my shoulder. I ran my hands up and down her back, massaging and
caressing her smooth soft skin. I whispered enchanting words of praise and
adulation in her ears, declaring my love for her and her yoni. She in turn
hugged me tighter and sighed in my ears.
She surprised me by climbing onto my lap and sitting with her legs
astride me, shuffling up close and pressing her body to mine. We wrapped
our arms around each other and cuddled. I ran my hands freely over her
nude body, squeezing her buttocks and running them briskly along her spine.
She pressed my head to her cleavage, cradling me in her arms, and grinding
her hips against me.
I inhaled deeply on her seductive fragrance as I pressed my face into
her cleavage, nuzzling against her boobs. I pushed her boobs together
pressing them into either side of my face, smothering myself with her
bouncy soft boobs. She chuckled as I did so, letting me fondle and play
freely with her tits, even though we both knew this was definitely not part
of the yoni puja ritual.
I pulled back slightly and reached up to undo the buttons down the front
of her blouse, unsatisfied with being separated from my mother's gorgeous
boobs by the thin cotton of her blouse. She stopped me quickly, placing
her hand softly on mine. I looked up to see the sorrowful expression in
her teary eyes as she shook her head.
"Nahin, betah. [no son]" She said weakly. She squeezed my hand, as if
to reassure herself as she held it against her chest.
I reached my free hand up and pulled her to me, pressing her lips
against mine. We shared a long, passionate kiss, both of us now at ease
with this casual expression of love, forbidden and erotic as it was. I
fumbled with her buttons once again despite the muffled sounds of protest
that escape her lips. Though her hand continued to squeeze mine, I felt
her resistance wane as one by one I popped the buttons down the front of
her blouse.
She sighed when I pulled away from our kiss to watch my fingers nimbly
pop the final button of her blouse. I reached under the loose fabric to
squeeze her boobs in the palm of each hand. She moaned as I caressed them
gingerly, pushing and massaging the firming globes against her chest. She
looked down at me with lusty eyes and sought my lips again kissing me with
a hungry urgency.
We kissed passionately. Our mouths open and tongues thrashing against
each other in a forbidden incestuous dance. I pushed the blouse off her
shoulders and down the length of her arms, freeing her from the last piece
of clothing on her body. Soft moans escape her lips as my hands groped her
boobs, massaging the tit flesh firmly in the palms of my hands. I tweaked
her taut nipples between thumb and forefingers making her hiss delightfully
from the tingling pain of having those sensitive teats pinched and tweaked
savagely.
I pulled away from our passionate kiss and darted for her nipples,
sucking each into my mouth and switching back and forth between the two,
sucking and nibbling at the tingling flesh. She cradled my head in her
hands, holding me to her chest as she ran her fingers through my hair and
caressed my scalp.
"Yeh theek nahin hai, ahh yeh achaa nehin hein. [This isn't right my
darling son, we shouldn't be doing this.]" She whispered hoarsely; even
while she made no physical attempt to push me away form her. Her voice was
weak and sorrowful as she held me close to her bosom.
She mewed and hissed as I sucked harshly on her tender nipples, flicking
my tongue roughly over the taut buds. I released my tight grasp of her
boobs and let my hand run a trail of caresses down the sides of her body
and over her hips. I massaged my way around to her back, reaching under
her to grasp her buttocks firmly, and pull her roughly to me.
I stretched my fingers further into her crevice and found her sex
easily. I pushed two fingers into her sopping cunt, eliciting a long sigh
from my mother's pursed lips as she felt the deep satisfaction of being
penetrated once again. I worked them into her slowly, pushing them in and
out of her slimy hole while she squirmed and pushed back in subtle sexy
motions.
I ground my body to hers, aligning her wet sex with my erection and
pushing her down roughly into my lap. I gasped as I felt her warmth
envelop my cockhead. Even though I was still wearing my pajama, my
cockhead disappeared easily into her lubricated and loosened cunt.
She stiffened suddenly as she realised what was happening.
"Nahin betah, yeh bahoot bada paap hai. [We mustn't do that. It's so,
so wrong. A big sin]" Her eyes were watery as a pained expression crossed
her face.
I held her there, grinding in gentle motions against her, knowing that
she wouldn't be able to resist me.
"Please, son. Aisah mutt kar. [Don't do this, my love.]" She held my
face in the palm of her hands and pleaded with large tear filled eyes.
I stopped and let out a long frustrated sigh. The urge to push on
despite her protests was so overwhelming, putting a halt to it right then
was the most difficult thing I had ever done. Mother placed her hand under
my chin and lifted my face to meet hers and stared deeply into my eyes.
I suddenly felt ashamed of myself. She was, after all, my mother and
despite everything, I could never bring myself to hurt her or disobey her.
As I stared into those deep patient eyes, filled with love and adoration
for me, I realised that she wasn't ready to be pushed any further and would
be hurt and disappointed with me if I tried.
I reached up and stroked her cheek, smiling into her warm face as her
pleading expression melted away to reveal a loving smile, full of maternal
love and acceptance. Despite her reluctance, she hadn't made any attempt
to move away from me and my cock remained lodged snugly at the entrance to
her warm motherly cunt.
She mewed as I rocked her gently on my lap, emphasising the presence of
my throbbing cockhead at her entrance. She tried to move away this time
but I stopped her quickly and as I stared deep into her eyes, she saw
something in mine that made her take pity.
She settled back down, despite her reservations. She wrapped her arms
around me and pulled herself closer, pressing me into her delightfully full
boobs. She remained on my cock, rocking on it ever so slightly, letting me
enjoy this briefest of pleasures, forbidden though it was.
We held each other like that for a long time. Stroking each others
bodies and whispering soft words of love into each others ears. My hands
moved freely over her body, no part of her was denied to my exploring and
caressing fingers. It was only when they flicked across her wrinkled
rosebud did she flinch. Even then it was only when I began massaging that
tight sphincter did she push my hands away.
Occasionally I'd gasp at the feeling of her clenching her pelvic floor
muscles, causing her cunt to squeeze and suck on my aching cock. She'd
giggle delightfully as I cursed her for being such a tease. There was
something about the separation of our sexes, through the thin and soaked
fabric of my pajama, that let her feel at ease and even playful about what
we were doing.
Eventually, mother leaned back and stared at me with deep twinkling
eyes. She still had her arms wrapped around my shoulders as a wide smile
appeared on her face and she squeezed her cunt once more around my
cockhead. "Lagtaa hain usko puja ka zaroorat hai, na? [Feels like the
lingam is in need of puja?"
She chuckled delightfully at being so cheeky.
I wanted to tell her that my cock had been in need of her puja for years
and it took all my strength to bite my tongue and hold back that particular
tidbit of information. Instead I grinned up at her sheepishly, my mind
devoid of any witty response.
She smiled confidently as she lifted her weight off my lap, letting my
cock spring free from its warm sanctuary. She shuffled her body backwards
while still resting on my lap and peered down between us.
For a moment we both just stared down at the sight of my cockhead,
clearly visible through the white cotton of my salwaar. Her copious
vaginal fluids had completely soaked the fabric leaving it almost
transparent. My cock throbbed and twitched, both on its own volition and
from me clenching my groin. We both giggled at its jerky movements.
She reached down and deftly undid the cord of my pajama with her nimble
fingers, pulling the waist out and peeling the wet fabric off my cock.
With expert fingers she reached down and gingerly pumped the shaft up and
down. I was surprised at how confident she was in manipulating my cock,
showing no shyness at all in handling it.
She looked up at me and smiled warmly, then looked across the room. My
eyes followed hers to where the glass of cow's milk had remained all this
time.
"Dud ko phir garam karna padeyga. [I think I'll have to warm the milk
again.]" She said, her fingers running teasingly over my sensitive glans.
She chuckled sweetly at my vulnerability and returned her fingers to my
shaft where she continued to pump up and down.
I groaned softly as she climbed off my lap, removing her hand from my
cock after having teased me so delightfully. She stood up and before she
could leave I dived forward and pressed my face into her crotch, finding it
completely irresistible. Mother squealed in mock protest as I inhaled
deeply on the musky smell of her cunt. She was in no hurry to leave as she
ran her fingers through my hair, pressing me to her sex gently.
"Phir? Yet more?" She asked playfully. She spread her feet a little
wider and squatted over me, offering her cunt to me. I hungrily lapped
away at her slick sex, probing my tongue as far as I could into those
delicious folds. She mewed and smiled down at me, grinding against my
face.
"Bohoot mazaa aata hai, na? [You enjoy the taste very much, don't
you?]" She teased, licking her lips and gyrating sexily over me.
Before I could nod my reply she pulled away, stepping back and gently
pushing me away.
"Bus, bohoot ho chukka hai. [Ok, that's enough now.]" She smiled. "Ab
ussey thaamney ka time deydoh. [Give the yoni some time to rest.]"
She leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips before flicking her tongue
over my chin and cheeks, cleaning her own juices off my face. She then
turned and quickly left the room, taking the glass of milk with her to warm
it up again.
I sat there in the prayer room, my mind buzzing with excitement and my
cock throbbing in anticipation. Even now, I found it hard to believe any
of this was real, constantly worried that I'd wake up any moment now and
find it had just been the hottest wet dream of all time.
It was amazing how I could be so free with her pussy, never being pushed
away and never feeling denied. Far from it, she welcomed my attention
there, showing no embarrassment or shame in parting her thighs and offering
her cunt to me.
Mother returned quickly, having warmed up the glass of milk in the
kitchen. I was disappointed to see that she'd put on a floor length
petticoat as well as a new blouse. She was beaming, a wide smile on her
face and excitement flickering in her eyes.
I stood up to approach her, suddenly feeling a bit stupid kneeling on
the floor with my cock in my hand. I leaned in to kiss her and was a
little disappointed to receive nothing more than a quick peck. I reached
up and casually groped her boobs through her blouse. Unfortunately, she
wasn't quite as positive as before and nudged my hand away slowly, but not
before I'd managed to cop a good feel. Even while she smiled at me warmly,
she was making it clear that my moment of freedom with her body was over --
for now at least. Unrelenting I reached down and pressed my hands against
her crotch, cupping her pubic mound. She wrinkled her nose in mock
annoyance, tutting quietly while still in good humour.
"Jao, wahaan bhait jaao. [Sit over there.]" She said, nodded towards
the stool. Her tone was a little more stern and commanding now, reclaiming
her role as mother once again. For a brief moment, my natural instinct was
to assume my subordinate position of 'son' before I realised she was just
being playful.
I took a seat on the stool, wearing nothing but a vest and feeling
decidedly embarrassed of my nudity. My cock had already lost some of its
vigor and was slowly deflating. The feeling of being 'inspected' didn't
help my arousal either as I watched mother eye my cock.
"Shuru karloun? [Shall I begin?]" She asked innocently, curious that my
erection had all but disappeared and my cock now hung limply. "Usko seeda
karlo. Make it hard."
I looked at her dumbly. Suddenly the prospect of lingam puja didn't
seem as sexy as I had imagined it would be. She looked at me expectantly,
her face unnervingly devoid of any expression.
I reached down to my limp prick and wanked myself nervously, wishing
desperately that it would spring back to life. Having her stare down at me
didn't make it any easier.
Mother then burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand, trying
to hold back her outburst. I looked up at her, wandering what else she
could possibly do to suck all the eroticism out of the scene.
She stepped closer to me and ran her fingers through my hair, still
chuckling like a giddy schoolgirl. She leaned down and kissed me
reassuringly on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth quickly. She
took my hands and brought them to her bosoms as she lowered herself till
she was kneeling between my legs. Immediately I began groping her boobs,
squeezing them eagerly as we shared an open mouthed passionate kiss unlike
any a mother and son should engage in. I felt my cock finally twitch back
to life.
She pulled away to peer down at my cock and smiled as it slowly regained
its stiffness.
"Achaa. Samajgayee mein. I see now, it's your mother's love that makes
it grow." She smiled seductively and placed several delicate kisses on my
lips. Her hand glided down to gently stroke the length of my inflating
cock, teasing me back to life.
I reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. I half expected her to
push me away but instead she just watched as one by one my fingers popped
open the buttons. Her fingers continued to dance over my cock, teasing and
arousing me to full length. By the time I'd popped the last button her
fingers were wrapped around my thick shaft and she was pumping it
purposefully, just as her big boobs spilled out from the confines of her
tight blouse.
She watched me demurely as I pushed the blouse over her shoulders
without any protest. I reached down to the cord on her petticoat and
paused for a moment, awaiting her reaction. She looked down and watched my
fingers toy with the cord as her chest rose and fell rhythmically. I think
the sight of my hands there, and knowing that they would expose her sex
once more gave her a thrill.
I pulled at the cord until the knot came undone and the loose petticoat
dropped to the floor quickly. She stared up at me lustily, her eyes deep
and twinkling and her lips parted slightly.
I leaned in to kiss her deeply while my hand moved swiftly to press
against her pubic mound. She moaned into my mouth as she pushed her hips
forward, allowing me to massage her cunt gently. I reached around and took
hold of each of her lovely buttocks, pulling her closer to me, as our
tongues thrashed in each others mouths. She pressed her body to mine and
we kissed passionately, sucking on each others lips and probing each
other's mouths. She released my cock and pressed her abdomen against my
crotch. She gasped as I reached under and found her sex once again,
sticking two fingers straight away into her slimy cunt.
I probed her cunt freely as I grinded my cock against her. I thrilled
at how easily she availed her pussy to me, without hesitation or hindrance.
Her pussy really was mine now, just as she had promised in all those tender
sweet whispers. She mewed and moaned into my mouth as my fingers worked
her cunt from behind, sliding along her slit to spread the moisture around
before returning again to her hungry opening.
My mother watched with lusty fascination as I brought my fingers to my
lips and tasted her delicious slick juices. She leaned into me and
together we lapped away at my fingers, cleaning them as we continued to
snog passionately.
Finally, she broke the kiss and smiled warmly at me. Her cheeks were
rosy and she was visibly flustered.
"Bus, aab shuru karoon. Ok, let me start now." She sat back as she
finally prepared to begin the lingam puja ritual.
Still kneeling on the floor, she shuffled forward until her knees were
almost touching the stool. It was an incredible feeling, sitting there
with my legs splayed out whilst my mother sat between them, her mouth mere
inches from my massively hard cock. She picked up the glass of warm milk
and dipped her fingers into it, then held them just above the tip of my
erect member. She curled her fingers to direct the rivulets of milk before
letting them drip down onto my purple cock head. She repeated this a few
times, whispering inaudible prayers under her breath.
The fifth time she did this, she lowered her hands and wrapped them
around the shaft of my cock. Then in one quick motion she dropped her head
onto me and I felt her warm mouth envelop the throbbing head of my cock.
I gasped out loudly as I felt the delightful sensation of her soft
velvety lips wrap around my member. I bucked a couple of times
uncontrollable but she didn't flinch and successfully held my cock in her
mouth. Gently she began sucking my cock as she bobbed her head ever so
slightly.
With her fingers wrapped around the shaft of my cock she began pumping
up and down while her other hand cupped and massaged my balls. She used
her mouth expertly on my cock, swallowing the head and pumping it out in
and out of her mouth in rhythmic motions.
I think I was on cloud nine at that point. It was a mind blowing
experience to finally have my mother suck me off. I don't know what
excited me more, the incredible feel of her tongue flicking over my glans,
or the sight of her head bobbing in my crotch or just the incredible thrill
of knowing that it was my mother who was pleasuring me.
She serviced me so thoroughly, sucking me off with her mouth, teasing my
cock head with quick flicks of her tongue, pumping my long shaft with her
hand while tickling and teasing my testicles. Her enthusiasm was
intoxicating and it was difficult to hold back much longer even though I
desperately wanted to take my time to enjoy the most intense feeling I'd
ever experienced.
Unfortunately I didn't manage to last very long. I couldn't. I had so
much pent up arousal that my orgasm came far too quickly. Mother kept her
mouth closed tightly around my cock and continued sucking at it as I
ejaculated hard into her mouth. She sensed I was about to spew even before
I did and was ready when I flooded her mouth with my seed. She gulped down
hungrily, moaning around my cock as thick wads of my cum squirted into her
mouth and down her throat. Even as I bucked uncontrollably into her mouth,
she stayed with me all the way through, sucking hard and keeping her lips
wrapped tightly around my sensitive throbbing glans.
All through my climax she continued to pump my shaft and massage my
balls, drawing out my orgasm and coaxing out all of my cum. She continued
to suck me gently, teasing my sensitive head with quick flicks of her
tongue until she was satisfied that my balls had been completely emptied
into her mouth.
I sat there gasping as she continued to fondle my deflating cock,
kissing it lovingly. She looked up at me a few times, a cheeky grin
tweaking the edges of her smile as she kissed and licked me playfully. She
cupped my balls repeatedly, lifting and measuring them, feeling their
weight in her soft palm.
"The lingam produces the seeds of life, the source of all life force."
She said, without looking up at me, still fondling my cock.
"Today I have performed lingam puja and have received nourishment. As
have you received nourishment from my yoni." She said, looking up at me
with big innocent and hopeful eyes. She then planted several light kisses
all over my cock, from the head, down the softening shaft and over each
testicle. As she trailed her kisses back along the shaft she extended her
tongue and wrapped her lips around my cock head, sucking on it gently and
flicking her tongue teasingly over the hypersensitive surface.
She stayed with my cock for a long time. Mewing and sighing as she
continued to tease and tantalise with her mouth and tongue. She only
released it when I eventually climbed off the stool and sat in front of
her, pulling her close to me and held her against my body, my wet cock
pressed against her abdomen.
We wrapped our arms around each other lay down together on the floor. I
cuddled up close to her, pushing my thigh between hers and feeling her wet
sex grind against my skin. We caressed and groped each others bodies
openly, kissing each other freely as we whispered lovingly into each others
ears. She snuggled up close to me, enjoying the feeling of safety and
security; her dainty body pressed against my large frame.
We held each other like that for a long time till both of us fell into a
gentle and peaceful sleep, right there on the prayer room floor.
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I woke the next morning to see the beautiful sight of my mother's warm
face staring back at me. Her eyes were wide and brimming with love while a
smile danced across her lips. We were a mere inches away from each other
and as I began to speak she surprised me by placing a quick kiss on my
lips. It was an affirmation of her love for me.
She pulled away with a satisfied smile leaving me more in love than ever
with this glorious woman.
I glanced over her, eyeing her exuberant motherly figure from head to
toe as she lay on the floor beside me, striking a seductive pose. She was
lying on her side, head propped up on one elbow with her other hand at her
hip, beaming with confidence and sexual allure.
She had that morning freshness about her, eyes twinkling and full of
hope. The sublime radiance of her smile was infectious, making me grin
back at her. We chuckled, beguiled by the strangeness of the situation,
uninhibited and unrestrained sexual energies filling our minds with
seductive thoughts as our eyes stole naughty glanced at each other.
Some time during the night she'd dressed herself in blouse and petticoat
while I remained completely nude. The fact that these were still her
undergarments led me to believe it wouldn't take much to liberate her sexy
figure from them.
I licked my lips at the sight of her delicious full bosoms, trapped in
the confines of her tight blouse. Her figure looked exquisite, delicate
and feminine. My eyes traced a line down the side of her curvy frame,
along her torso to the dip around her waistline and then where it flared
wide at her motherly hips and then down her slender legs.
I imagined what I sight it would be, to be kneeling behind those wide
child-bearing hips - bearing the signs of maternity and sexual maturity -
holding her by her narrow waist while I rutted her with strong, powerful
thrusts into her magnificent cunt. Having her arch her back to present her
ass to me, availing her pussy to me, willing me to plough its sloppy depths
as her soft doughy ass cheeks cushioned, cradled and buffeted against my
deep cervix-pounding thrusts. Burying myself to the hilt while enjoying
the way her experienced velvety canal clenched and tightened around my
shaft, squelching nastily and it struggled to find purchase around
plundering member. The intoxicating smell of her delicious sex and musty
rosebud wafting up to tickle my nostrils as the sounds of sweaty hips
slapping against slippery buttocks echoed round the room...
"Kya dekh rahoo ho tum? [What are you looking at?]" She asked sweetly,
breaking my lusty reverie momentarily. The sexy smile that spread across
her face let me know that she was ok about the way I was leering at her.
"Oh nothing, just that...You've got dressed." I smiled back, flirting
with this seductive beauty. I let the statement hang in the air, as if it
warranted an explanation. She was nude last night, how dare she be in my
presence and not have her natural beauty on show for me?
I reached across and gingerly placed a palm against her boob, squeezing
the soft flesh gently.
She sighed softly then titled her head forward to watch my hand as it
groped and caressed her flesh.
It felt surreal. For both of us. Lying together like this, our legs
entwined like lovers, while I groped her lovely boobs freely and
unashamedly. We were like lovers, in casual sexual liberation with our
bodies, free to indulge our senses and enjoy the pleasures of our flesh.
And yet, we still hadn't fucked. Yet.
She cocked her had back to look at me again. She raised an eyebrow as
if to question what the hell I thought I was doing, yet made no motions to
push my hand away. I answered with a smile and firm squeezes of her boob,
letting her know that now, her delicious mounds were mine to play with as I
wished. Just to emphasize the point, I closed my thumb and forefinger
around excited nipple, jutting out through the thin cotton fabric of her
blouse, and pinched it.
She let out a gasp and hissed as she felt a delicious spike of pain from
the tender sensitive bud. She quickly placed her hands on top of mine,
pressing my palms firmly against her, halting this activity for now. I
sensed it was ok to caress but her nipples were a little too sensitive just
now.
She smiled at me again and opened her mouth to answer my earlier
question.
"I felt a little cold last night so I got dressed." She answered, as if
it was the most routine thing in the world. "And anyway, I'm not shameless
like you to stay naked all night!"
She giggled as she glanced over my naked body, gesticulating with her
chin at my slowly inflating cock, draped lazily over my thigh as I lay on
side. It twitched as it awoke from its slumber, as if sensing the presence
of an aroused female, intoxicated by her enchanting pheromones.
Casually, she reached down and took my cock in her hand, running her
fingers delicately along its length as it throbbed and pulsed towards full
length. With curiosity, she examined my manhood, feeling my length and
heat, placing her palm underneath as if to weigh it. She peeled back the
foreskin to examine the pink shiny bulbous head, smiling with innocent
excitement as she handled my cock.
She wrapped her fingers around the stiffening shaft, massaging her way
from tip to base, thrilling at the way it stiffened and hardened with each
squeeze. She reached further down to fondle my balls, massaging them
delicately in her caring motherly hands as she rolled them around their
loose sack.
I watched this delightful woman, play and fondle my cock, taking her
time to examine and satisfy her curiosity. She glanced at me a few times,
smiling shyly as her fascination with my virile cock showed in her rosy
cheeks and her shallow breathing.
I was fully erect now, my fat bell-end throbbing with urgency as my
stiff cock twitched and pulsed ominously under her doting motherly touch. I
gasped when her finger nails grazed the sensitive head as she drew lazy
arcs over the tip and along the shaft. She giggled as she watched me grow
more and more aroused, her eyes twinkling as a proud smile spread across
her face.
I watched her, the unmistakable look of lusty desire on her face as she
stared back at me with a mischievous grin. She continued to pump my shaft
with a purpose, wrapping her small soft fingers tightly and tugging
urgently.
"Acha lagtaa hai? Do you like this?" She asked sweetly, the innocence
in her voice belying the apparent experience she demonstrated in teasing my
cock. At the same time she raised one leg and bent it at the knee,
splaying her thighs open suggestively. Petticoat or not, it was an
incredibly sexy and seductive sight to see her open her legs and strike
such an inviting pose.
For a moment I couldn't tell whether she'd asked if I liked her pumping
my cock or the delicious wet cunt she had waiting for me under her
garments. Either way, the answer was the same.
I pulled her face to mine and kissed her firmly, thrusting my tongue
into her mouth as hers returned in kind. Our kisses were hungry and
passionate as we gasped and sucked on each other lips, our tongues in a
valiant duel against each other. She mewed and moaned as a long dormant
need to feel and be loved consumed her as her hand continued to pump my
shaft and her tongue danced in my mouth.
I pulled away briefly to reach down and tug at the cord on her
petticoat. She understood immediately raised her hips off the floor to free
up the loose strands of the fabric that were trapped beneath her, giving me
better access. We kissed again, each one tweaking our arousal as powerful
hormones surged through our bodies and the air filled with sexual
pheromones.
Her hand released my cock to join mine, helping me untangle the knotted
petticoat cord, the two of us panting with desire as we struggled to
release her from her clothing.
It was hard to believe it. Even after last night, and the previous
night, and the several occasions before that - My mother was frantically
helping me undress her so that she could have me attend to her pussy once
again!
My mind screamed at me, repeating over and over again, punching this
surreal moment with a piercing shrill thought as if I needed persuading
that this was actually happening.
Finally the cord untangled as the front of her waist band fell open and
I reached in and slipped my hand between her legs. She pulled me to her,
pressing her face against mine as she kissed me with devouring intensity,
desperately seeking my reassuring passionate kisses as she availed her sex
to me once again.
She broke our kiss, hissing loudly with her eyes flung open in alarm as
I thrust two fat fingers into her sopping sex, pushing them in as far as
they would go with brutish force. In alarm her hand reach down to grasp my
wrist, fingers wrapping round tight as she moaned from the sudden intrusion
and the spike of pain from being so forcefully wrenched open.
I thought she might push my hand away, to save her poor pussy from my
sudden intrusion into her delicate sex. Instead she just held it there;
exhaling and cooing with a gentle grimace on her delicate soft face as I
felt her nails dig into my wrist and her pussy tighten around my fingers.
I couldn't believe it, she was cumming already.
I massaged the heel of my palm against her furry mons, grinding my
fingers into her constricting spasming pussy as I felt her slick warm
juices flood her velvety canal and slime my probing digits.
Her thighs were clamped shut as she ground her hips against my hand,
drawing out her orgasm, gasping as muscles all over her body tightened and
bolts of electricity centred on her pulsing vulva and spread out as
shockwaves to her extremities.
I held my fingers steady in her, allowing her to ride her ecstatic waves
while I continued to massage her pubic mound through her intense climax,
listening to her sweet gasps and moans as her body wracked with
convulsions.
Gradually, as her orgasm subsided, and her motions began to ease, she
opened her eyes again and stared across at me, her gaze distant and serene.
Her breathing was easing now and her beautiful face glowed with a
satisfied, if slightly lazy, smile. With her dishevelled hair and
glistening sheen of sweat on her forehead, I couldn't believe how in love I
was with her and as I stared deep into her eyes I realised that the feeling
was mutual.
I kissed her softly, a gesture of love and reassurance to ease any
thoughts of guilt she may have, even as my hand continued to massage her
pubis gently and my slick fingers played easily in her loosening motherly
cunt.
As she kissed me back her hand reached down and stroked my forearm
gently, enough for me to feel encouraged about how I was making her feel -
How she was enjoying having my hand between her legs.
Slowly she moved her attention back to my cock, straining as it was to
be part of the fun after having been ignored in the brief moments of her
intense climax. She grinned at me with a mixture of pride and mischief as
she wrapped her fingers around the shaft once again, as if to say that just
as I'd claimed ownership of her pussy, she too was claiming rights over my
cock.
I had to consciously remind myself that this was my supposedly prudish
mother, who no more than a couple of weeks ago had been nothing more than a
source of fantasy in my perverted mind and with whom sexual contact had
been limited to me sneaking around her underwear drawer and leering at her
body when she wasn't looking.
And yet here were, smiling playfully at each other as we fondled each
other's genitals. Was this still puja? The twinkle in her eye was one of
lust but I just couldn't tell. Even in the throws of orgasm the previous
night, she seemed very mindful that my purpose at her pussy was to worship
it.
Right now though, as she mewed and moaned and gyrated on my probing
fingers, still embedded in her hot maternal twat, I couldn't help but think
what the difference was. Puja or no puja, we were making love!
We stared intensely into each other's eyes as the room filled with the
rhythmic fapping of her stroking my cock and the squelching of my fingers
as they worked her sopping pussy. My nostrils tingled as her feminine
perfume danced across them, the musty air, thick with a cocktail of incense
and hot excited pussy.
I licked my lips, remembering once again the intoxicating smell and
taste of my mother's sweet honeypot as images of me pinning her legs as far
back as I could and burying my face in her hot fleshy snatch, flashed
through my mind.
I took my fingers from her sopping pussy, eliciting a gentle gasp from
her beautiful lips as she mewed at the sudden feeling of emptiness. I
began spreading her juices over my cockhead. She watched me as I coated
the glistening head with her slippery cunt mucus, while she continued
pumping my shaft. I brought my fingers up to her lips and without
hesitation she snaked her tongue out over my fingers as she sucked them
into her mouth.
I watched as she licked my fingers clean, my hunger for her burning as
she stared at me with an intense lust.
I was ready now. I could hold back no longer as my desire for this
woman consumed my entire being. Her deft touch had kept my member stiff
for long enough and it was time to satisfy my lust for her. I would no
longer be denied.
As the musty hormonal smell of her wanton sex tingled in my nostrils I
knew that she too was primed to receive my animal lust for her.
I kissed her; firm and forceful as I thrust my tongue passionately into
her mouth tasting her sweet saliva with just the briefest hint of her pussy
juice. A moan escaped her lips as she ran her fingers through my hair and
pulling me closer to her, her tongue matching mine in a lovers dance.
I reached down and pushed her hand away from my cock, taking it in my
hand now and pushing closer towards her. She gasped as she sensed my
urgency, herself lost in furious passionate abandon.
She mewed as I pulled away form her hungry kisses. I grabbed a fistful
of her cotton petticoat and yanked it down, once then twice, before she
realised what I wanted and joined me in my urgency. She raised her hips
off the floor and this time the fabric came away easily down her thighs as
I pulled at it furiously and flung it across the room. My hand reached
down to her sex and immediately I thrust two fingers into her hot cavity
once again.
She gasped as they slipped in easily, her slick gash now prepared with
copious love juices to welcome any intruder into her private pleasure
canal. She grunted as I fingered her roughly, thrusting them in as far as
they would go, twisting and gyrating them, opening her up for the hard
fucking I intended on giving her.
I spread her copious fluids all over her gash keeping her sex slick and
pliable, filling the room with nasty squelching sounds as her fleshy labia
folded and buckled under my rough fingers. I repeated this over and over,
coaxing out more of her juices to ensure she was thoroughly lubricated.
I hooked my hand under her raised knee and lifted her thigh, pushing it
further back to expose her wanton sex to me. I pushed my pelvis forward,
nudging closer towards her delicious cunt, inching closer to that forbidden
act.
She placed a limp palm against my chest, some distant part of her senses
warning her to stop this from taking place. But she was too intoxicated
with her own sexual hormones to think clearly now, her mind clouded beyond
any ability to express sense or judgement.
Holding the base of my cock I guided myself towards her crudely exposed
gash, her bright pink labia, curly and slick with juices appearing to flair
out in invitation, quivering with anticipation and expectation.
I pressed myself against her, nestling the sensitive glans against the
centre of her flower. Her soft petals opened delicately as I slid my
bulbous cockhead in between them, spreading them out till they stretched
over my straining bell, as if placing a sweet kiss on the throbbing head
before they accepted me in. I swept my cock back and forth a few times
along her slick slit, seeking out the point of least resistance, finding
the place that my cock head sank in naturally.
Her slick cunt enveloped the tip of my cock, her fleshy folds wrapping
around my fat cock head as if to coax me further, encourage me to push
further. I could feel the resistance of her tight vulva as it throbbed in
fear and anticipation. I held myself there, letting her feel my urgency at
the entrance to her canal, emphasising my size and sexual vigour.
We kissed again. Deep, passionate and lusty. I held her in my embrace,
running my hands over her body, squeezing and caressing as my cock head
pressed at her weakening vulva. She gyrated her hips, making gentle
undulating motions, against me, pressing forward to end my teasing at her
entrance and to finally feel my shaft force her open and invade her cunt.
Her velvety opening massaged my cockhead, coating it with even more of her
copious lubricants as her curly fleshy labia worked to spread it out over
the entire sensitive surface.
Finally I could take no more as I reached down and firmly took hold of
her hips. This was it. I was about to do it, I thought to myself. I was
actually about to fuck my mother!
But just then she stopped me. It was barely a whisper but some part of
me managed to register it despite every muscle in my body engaged and
committed to undertaking this debauched and forbidden act.
"Nahin betah, please... No... Please." She whimpered. Her brow
furrowed in a pained expression as she seemed to force the words out, even
as her body continued to gyrate against me, her mind and her sex clearly at
tortured odds with each other.
I leaned forward to kiss her, to try and reassure her. I wanted her to
*want* it too. Some still-sane part of my mind screamed that even now, as
I lay with my cockhead at her sopping wet cunt, I would still pull back. I
could never take something from this glorious woman that she was not ready
to give.
She kissed me though Briefly. Kissed me only enough to feel reassurance
from me and feel the free exchange of love and affection.
"Nahin, betah..." She repeated, barely a whisper. "Yahaan nehin. Not
here."
I paused for a moment, confused. My head, a burning mess of lust and
love, failed to comprehend what she was saying.
I thrust forward with my cock, it was a sudden involuntary spasming
motion; my body desperate to fulfil its need after having been brought to
the height of arousal. She managed to pull back just in time, moving
swiftly as if understanding and pre-empting me, preventing my penetration
into her. She stayed with me still, deftly holding my cockhead at her
entrance with remarkable ease. She wasn't ready to have me inside her but
she refused to yield this wonderful hot poker as it throbbed menacingly
against her soaking cunt.
I opened my mouth to speak, though words failed to form in my clouded
mind. She quickly placed a hand on my lips.
She hadn't finished. She had more to say.
"I can't. It's wrong for a mother to put her son's penis inside her
pussy."
She trailed off as she gasped and pulled away from me completely, a sad
moan escaping her lips as my cock slipped out and away form the warm wet
kiss of her pussy lips.
She stroked my face as she stared at me. Her eyes were brimming with
love and adoration yet her face belied her true feelings of sadness, fear,
and concern.
"Just once, only for a few seconds"
"Just once, but then never again. Promise!"
I leaned forward to kiss her and she welcomed the gesture. I cupped her
face as we looked deep into each other eyes and shared, in a moment, an
eternity of love and devotion for each other.
"Mujhe kamrey mein lehlo. [Take me to my bedroom.]" She squeaked after
a long silence, her eyes brimming with tears.
I looked at her confusedly, my mind racing with what she could have
meant by that.
She leaned forward to kiss me again as she pressed her body against
mine.
"Kamrey mein lehlo aur mujko pyaar karlo. Take me to my room and love
me." She whispered into my ear as she nuzzled into me, draping her thigh
across mine and pressing her wet sex against my throbbing cock once again.
"Lehlo mujhe, behta. Take me." She added with urgency.
In the cool mysterious light of the puja room, my mother lay beside me,
naked from the waist down. She oozed a sexual confidence as she gyrated
her hips against me, in slow undulating motions, mashing her slick sex
against my hot hard cock.
My cock was wedged between her thighs, the bulbous head, straining with
angry urgency and working its way slowly towards her slimy gash. For now,
I just enjoyed the feeling of her fleshy labia, thick and slippery, spread
out over my sensitive glans, as if placing a warm sloppy kiss, as I nuzzled
against her honeypot.
"Please betah, lehlo mujhey kamrey mein." She whispered, her eyes
distant, lost in a lusty dream as her body gave in to its carnal desires.
"Lehlo aur pyaar karlo apni maa ka saath. [Take me to my bedroom and love
me. Make love to your mother.]"
She reached across and pulled my face to hers, placing a hungry kiss on
my lips and a searching tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, my need
for this woman making me want to devour her in passionate gasps.
It was startling to see her like this, weak with desire, aching to be
loved. A need had grown in her that could now no longer be satisfied with
more puja at her yoni. She lay beside me, a picture of wanton lust,
practically begging for me to take her to her bedroom and fuck her.
Yet, some sane part of her intoxicated mind still managed to insist we
move out of the puja room. If she was to commit this forbidden act of
lust, it would be away from the uncompromising stare of the Ganesha statue.
All I had to do was pick her up and take her from the prayer room, allow
her to feel she's committing this act of atrocious sin in a less than
sacrilegious manner, less in flagrant disobedience of her deity.
Yet, that delinquent, ever present part of me had other ideas. Maybe it
was the smell of her wanton sex, or the throbbing need in my cock, or maybe
I'm just downright debauched, but I wanted to have her now.
I reached across and took a firm hold her buttock, she mewed at the
sensual touch, as she continued to gyrate against me. A momentary flicker
of fear and lust twinkled in her wide eyes as she caught the intensity in
mine. She sensed what I was about to do but before she could pull away,
I'd pushed forward with a well aimed thrust into her.
Her eyes went wide with shock as my fat cock head, ploughed easily
passed her weakened vulva to invade her hot love canal. I held her tight
as the first thrust was followed by a second, then a third as I entered my
mother deeper and deeper. This was the very moment that the final boundary
finally collapsed. I felt the muscles of her pussy spasm and contract
around my shaft.
She tried again to resist, tried to pull away but failed to pull free of
my hold on her, even as she gasped and moaned in a mixture of defiance and
ecstasy. Eventually her resistance weakened as I started thrusting into
her, holding her steady as my probing cock searched deeper and deeper into
her velvety cunt.
With all strength in her resistance waning, she placed a hand on my
chest, steady and calm as she leaned into me and placed a woman motherly
kiss on my lips.
"Yahaan nahin betah. Aisah nahin, Bagbaan ka saamne nahin... [Not
here, not like this. Not in front of Deity...]"
"Teray Bahbaan ki Ma ki ... [Fuck the Diety]" I said.
"No bad words for Baghbaan please"
"... ichha bhi yeh hai...[this what deity want]" I said and to cool her
a little I started chanting a `Mantra'.
Which is worshipped by the teacher of gods, Which is worshipped by the
best of gods, Which is always worshipped by the flowers, From the garden of
Gods, Which is the eternal abode, And which is the ultimate truth. I bow
before that Lingam, which is the eternal Shiva,
With that I started sliding my cock in and out of her fantastic pussy.
The feel of her slippery sheath made the feel of her mouth almost pale in
comparison. God, I was in my mother's cunt. The thought of it made me
incredibly hard.
"Ohhhhhh, unnnggghhhh, ohhhh unngghh," she moaned
What a rewarding sound, music to my ears. I started shoving in and out
of her, pausing to grind my cock against her cunt lips, slowly increasing
my tempo until I was literally pounding into her.
"Oh, God, what have I done?" she groaned. "My son's penis is deep
inside my pussy, I shouldn't have let this happen. I'm a filthy, perverted
whore."
"Don't say that, Mom," I said to her. "We love each other so much."
"It's still wrong, son. I'm such a bad mother. I know it's wrong, but
your cock feels so good. It's almost like it belongs inside me."
I began pounding into her from this position hard and fast. The sound
of my balls slapping against her ass could now be clearly heard. She felt
my cock stiffen.
"Not inside me Oh god, please, not inside" she cried.
My mind was a mush of conflicting feelings. Even as I felt her cunt
tighten and massage the length of my cock, I pulled my cock back. I
separated it from her vagina and let it spew its fluids on her thighs. She
sighed sweetly as my cock slipped free of the warm embrace of her pussy and
for a moment the two of us just lay there in the dim light of the prayer
room. Her eyes we closed as she gathered her thoughts and calmed her
emotions. She was too spent to talk anymore.
"Are you alright?'
She nodded her head that she was, then opened her eyes and exhaled
deeply. Her face beamed with a satisfied resolution.
I leaned into her and placed a reassuring kiss on her lips. She smiled
warmly as I pulled away slowly, her face full of love and adoration for me.
I took her hand and pulled her up.
She quickly turned and kneeled on the floor before me, sucking me into
her mouth, bringing me back up to full length. I reached down to grasp a
generous bunch of her hair and pushed her down on my cock, forcing more of
my length into her mouth. She responded eagerly, working her lips down my
shaft and gobbling up more and more of my cock, moaning as she worked me to
the back of her throat.
She wretched and gagged a few times, water welling up her eyes as she
hungrily gobbled up my cock. She finally released it, her hand still
pumping the slippery shaft as she gasped and eyed the full length of my
cock. She looked up at me, a mixture of fear and excitement flickering in
her eyes as she wondered how she was going to accommodate me inside her.
I hooked my hand under her arm and lifted her to her feet, kissing her
passionately. I turned her away from me again and pressed her up against
the wall roughly. She sighed as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back a
little, kicking her feet apart until they were spread by about half a
meter. I pressed against into the small of her back, forcing her to push
her ass out in a nice 'fuck-me' pose.
She looked a delightfully slutty picture. Legs splayed and ass sticking
out, waiting to be fucked. She craned her neck back and smiled at me
invitingly, willing me to finally ravish her body.
I nudged up close to her, taking my cock in my hand, inching towards her
twat. It was so hard that it felt like it was going to break. She mewed
expectantly as I pressed my massive cock head at her cunt, massaging it up
and down, smearing it with her copious cunt slime.
She cooed and moaned, her body writhing as it trembled in anticipation.
My fat cock, pressing menacingly against her vulva, threatening to force it
open and plough into her soft maternal pouch once again.
I looked down and watched the delicious sight of my purple bell
disappear and be consumed by her fleshy labia as they parted and kissed my
head. I noticed again her pretty little brown eye, staring back at me
innocently and a naughty thought crossed my mind. I grinned devilishly to
myself.
I pulled away from her slick sex and aligned myself with that dirty
place. She let at a gasp and shivered as she felt my presence there, hot
and needy. I ran my hand up and down her back, stroking her as if to
console her and sooth her trembling fearful body. I pushed the head up
against her ass and pushed, slowly, piercing the tight ring and moving
inexorably further. When I was completely inside I rested, basking in the
feel of sheer joy of being sunk deep in my mother's ass. I took hold of
her hips and pressed forward gently, watching my fat cock head press into
her sphincter. I felt her body tense, unable to fight the physical urge to
repel this challenge I placed at her rear exit.
I pushed forward again, pressing harder into her, her loosened anal
sphincter still refusing to yield to my enormous angry cock.
She was panting now, her pretty face a tortured grimace as she struggled
to accommodate me. I leaned forward and took an ample amount of hair in my
hand, pulling her head back.
"Khol dey maa... Open up..." I growled huskily into her ear as I
pressed forward again. "Undar aana hain mujhe. Dookhney deyde ma. I want
to come inside. Let me in."
AAAHHHNNHH she yelped as she felt the pressure mount at her asshole. I
leaned back again and spread her ass cheeks to find that my cockhead was
now lodged into her ass.
She let out a long sigh as I eased out of her again. I placed my cock
head back at her cunt, coating it again with her slippery juices.
Placing my cock back at her asshole, this time I slipped in much easier.
I stayed like that for a while, my bulbous head buried in her rectum as I
ran my hands up and down her back, soothing and calming her. She was
panting and groaning as her body struggled to take me inside her ass, her
mind screaming at the alien object wrenching open her sphincter.
Gradually I eased further and further into her. Pumping gently when I
sensed she could tolerate it, holding back when she tensed and growled.
Slowly I could begin to fuck her incredibly tight asshole.
Initially it was slow strokes of the first few inches of my cock,
pushing in and pulling out in a gentle rhythm. As her breathing eased I
began feeding her more and more of my cock, listening to the delightful
guttural grunts as the occasional forceful thrust pushed a little too far
into her.
Slowly I began to fuck her and soon I could really begin to enjoy are
magnificently tight anal canal. I held her wide motherly hips as I began
pumping into her ass, hearing her make deliciously animal grunting noises.
As I plugged away at her weakened sphincter, the corridor echoed with
the sound of nasty clapping noises as her ample buttocks slapped against my
thighs.
It felt surreal. I was actually fucking my mother up the ass! We were
both grunting like animals as we rutted right there in the corridor.
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back again. Her wide open mouth
gasped as I ploughed her rectum with increasingly powerful thrusts. Her
eyelids fluttered, her consciousness long ago drifting into carnal delirium
as her body succumbed to this intense fucking.
"Mazaa aata hai na, ma? Acha lagta hai? Acha lagta hai jaysey mein
tera gaand marta houn? You like it? You like the way I'm fucking your
ass?" I growled into her ear.
My words seemed to bring her to her senses as her eyelids flew open and
she stared back at me. Her face was covered in sweat and her eyes were
wide with intensity.
I gave her one powerful thrust, delivering the full length of my cock
into her tortured rear. I wrapped my arms around her and ground my body
against hers, gyrating to let her feel the full length and girth in her
bowels.
She pushed back against me, groaning as she felt my cock dominate her
insides. We stayed like that for a bit, just enjoying the intense feeling
of being connected in such a nasty way.
"Lagta hain tum gaand sey lehney ka bohot psand hai. It seems you like
taking it in your ass very much" I grinned into her ear.
"Itni baari jaise linga jo dhook di meri undar, kaysey me na pasand
karoun? With such a heavy cock you're fucking me with, how can I not enjoy
it?" She panted as she reached back and ran her fingers through my hair,
grinding her ass into my cock sensually.
Every time she opened her mouth she seemed to blow my mind with how
nasty and sexy she could be.
"Aur tum? And you?" She purred as a smile spread across her flushed
glistening face. She continued to gyrate against me, grinding my thick
cock into her, feeling the intense pressure of it's presence in her bowels.
"Acha lagtaa hain tumko? Zyaada tight tho nahin houn mein? Do you like
it inside me? I'm not too tight am I" She winked and then broke into a
delightful girlish chuckle.
I couldn't help but smile. I was so in love with this glorious woman I
couldn't help but feel nervous at just how perfectly matched she was for
me.
I eased back from her withdrawing almost all the way out before
thrusting deeply into her guts. She grunted loudly as a grimace spoiled
her pretty flushed face, hissing at the rough way I ploughed her rectum.
"Ab mazaak band. No more playing" I sneered at her, playfully.
"Thum abi tak khel rahi hai kya? You were playing all this time" She
whined at me, her brow furrowed at the insinuation of more anal fucking.
"Ab serious houn. Ab mera kaam karney ka time hai. Jo shuru karliya,
ussey khatam karna hongey. It's serious now. It's time for me to finish
what I started" I grunted as I began humping away again.
She reached out to place both palms against the wall to hold herself
steady, panting and grunting as I started plugging away at her asshole
again. I fucked her easily now. Despite the continuing tightness of her
sphincter, she accepted me easily inside her shithole.
"HMMMNNN Dede, betah. Zor sey. Give it to me. Give it to me hard."
She panted, thrusting back to me almost as hard as I ploughed into her.
"Maar ussey. Zor sey maar. Hit it. Hard."
I held her by her narrow waist and began rutting away at her abused
asshole, my thighs slapping against her buttocks causing her flesh to
jiggle comically.
"Aur zor sey,.. aur... Aur.... Maar ussey. Maar zor sey. Harder...
More... More... hit it.... hit it harder..." She began chanting
deliriously in between grunts and groans as my fat cock ravished her
rectum. Deep down in her belly she could feel the beginnings of what she
new would be another mind shattering orgasm.
I fucked her hard now, growling as I plugged my fat cock, streaked in
yellow stains, into her ruined sphincter.
"Maar... maar... maar ussey... meri gaand marna hai to maar lo
ussey... maar lo zor sey. Hit it... hit it... hit it... you want to
fuck my ass so fuck it. Fuck it good and hard!" She growled through
gritted teeth as she thrust her ass back onto my cock.
I could feel I wasn't going to last much longer. I began thrusting into
her with animalistic anger, growling as I rutted my poor mother's asshole
relentlessly.
"Do you love my cock in your ass? Do you, Mom, do you?"
"Haan... haan... betah... maar maar maar maar
maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!!!!!! Yes... yes... like that.... hit you mother's
ass like that..... tear it up.... Destroy that ass... make it yours....
Conquer it and make it yours..... hit that ass and make me your whore...
hit it... fuck your whore.....fuck your dirty whore... fuck this dirty
bitch... tear up this bitch's asshole... son of a bitch, fuck this dirty
bitch-whore... don't you dare take your cock out of my ass you bastard...
fuck me... fuck... fuck... fuck... Fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!!!!!!"
She screamed as her sphincter clamped tight around the base of my cock
just as I gave her my final thrust. My balls tightened and my vision
temporarily blacked out as I gushed my seed into her ruined rectum. I
could barely make out her waling as she too climaxed around my cock, her
entire body writhing as she squealed and growled like an animal. I began
plugging away again as powerful surges pumped through my body and I
continued emptying my balls into her dirty ass, filling her rectum with
gallons of spunk.
She tried desperately to escape my continued assault but I help her
forcefully, keeping her where I needed her till I was finished. She
wretched and scratched and squealed as her climax sent her flailing but I
just kept plugging away at her now ruined asshole.
The air filled with disgusting slurping noises as I ploughed her
cum-filled rectum, each time pulling out completely then shoving the whole
of my cock into her sloppy shitter.
Finally I pulled away and she crumpled onto the floor, twitched and
spasming as she groaned and moaned her way through the last surges of her
powerful climax.
With just enough sanity left, I felt the need to exert my final
humiliation on this beautiful woman. I scurried over to her and kneeled by
her head. Roughly I grabbed her by her hair and lifted her to my twitching
cock.
She turned her face away in disgust, still reeling from her orgasm, just
wanting to be left alone to recover and recuperate from the assault on her
senses. I was persistent, pulling her roughly and forcing my disgusting
cock into her mouth.
She wretched at the smell and taste of her ass, gagging and choking as I
pulled her onto my cock.
"Saaf kar ussey. saaf kar aapne betah ka lundh!" [Clean your son's
cock], I growled menacingly. I can't explain where this urge to dominate
her came from but it felt good. Very good!
Obediently, she began sucking. Tentatively and reluctantly at first but
as her climax waned she gradually grew more and more enthusiastic. She
cleaned me off thoroughly, licking away the dirty yellow streaks along the
shaft as well as the disgusting sticky globules that had formed at the base
of my deflating cock. Even as she continued wretching she diligently
attended to my cock, kissing and licking and pleasuring me till the end.
I stroked her face, flushed and glistening with sweat. Finally, when my
cock had become too sensitive I pulled out from her, surprised to hear a
dejected purr leave her lips as if I'd taken away her favourite toy. I
leaned in and kissed her, delicately at first then slowly pushing our
tongues into each others mouths and tasting a long passionate kiss.
As I pulled away she curled into a ball, resting her head on the palm of
her hand as she closed her eyes. I shuffled to curl up behind her,
spooning my imposing body against her delicate maternal figure, reaching
round to hold her in a protective embrace despite being the one to have
savaged her. I asked her how soon I could have her there again. "Never"
Son after that we drifted off to sleep to the sound of each others gentle
breathing, in each other arms.
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The next morning dawned grey and wet. Around 11:00 it started pouring;
a hard, drenching.
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