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 Paranormal Times in India

   India is a land of morally decadent.  Sitting in a ruined Mandir
(temple) I can recall the events I faced since coming to the hilly town of
Banjara-Nagar.  I have always heard of black magic stories but always took
them for a joke but now I am starting to believe them.  I look down at my
pants, and notice, to my shame; they were warm and moist on the inside.

   It all began six months ago, when my family moved to the quaint little
town of Banjara-Nagar.  My father had a new job opportunity, so he moved us
way the place for a new start.  Little did we know...what going to happen
to us?

   Banjara-Nagar is a rather small town, founded centuries ago by a band of
Aghoris.  They are a Hindu sect which is said to have deviated from
mainstream Hinduism.  Most other Hindu Sects shun and condemn Aghori's as
"Non Hindu" because of the extreme practices followed by them which include
cannibalism, living inside cremation grounds, consumption of intoxicants,
hallucinogens and engaging in bizarre sexual rituals including necrophilia.
They believe that such activities bring them closer to God and bestow them
with great power.  The town was a lawless place of superstitions and deep
prejudice.  In this part of India, black magic performed to rid yourself of
your enemies is called "modi".  In this, a spell is cast on the intended
victims in order to cause bodily harm.  A ritual animal sacrifice is also
performed among other things.  I will not be able to divulge anything else
as this practice is too ghastly even to write about.

   Before moving any further let me introduce my family.  My father was a
gray haired man of around 50.  My father was no slouch but he was not a
muscle god also.  He was your average caring loving middle-aged father with
a slight fat belly beginning to for in his stomach.  His work kept him busy
for most of the day and the only time we met him was dinner.

   Mom was great.  She was just a little over 40, with a radiant face, cute
and loving, with the grey eyes we all had.  Her smile was only just now
beginning to sag with some wrinkles and her eyes were barricaded with crows
feet.  Her hair was black, and fell down past her shoulders.  She had once,
before I was born, been quite the looker - having been a dancer in school
days.  But bearing three children had not treated her body all that well.
Her hips were quite large now, and her butt, many sizes larger than her
school girl days, but not obscene or gross.  Just larger.  Her motherly
bosom was much heavier too than the pictures I had seen of her school days.
Large, heavy, and somewhat saggy, they filled her body out with motherly
tenderness.  She was like those old statues of goddess Devi - or as some
might say, a perfect baby-maker.  Not these skinny supermodel types.  I
guess even then I had a bizarre fascination with her type of beauty, though
not in near the intensity that I would learn to love her.  No, no!  I hate
thinking about that.

   One day, I was sitting at our backyard door steps; reading my lessons.
My mom Shoba was hanging up her washed wet clothes for drying, on cloth
lines in the backyard.  She had just emerged out of that bathroom with her
wet cloths.  And on this particular day, she was in a voile sari, which was
wet and clinging to her with neither bra nor petticoat underneath.  Her
breasts revealed themselves like two papaya fruits; and her buttocks like
melons.  On crossing back, she stopped by where I was sitting, placed the
bucket down and started drying her wet hair with a towel.  Only then I
noticed her black triangular patch playing a hide and seek through her wet
front.  Her joggling boobs and peeping triangular patch infused in me an
unbearable sexual urge.  I quickly moved inside.

   Roshani was my twin sister, tall, beautiful and temperamental.  Her face
was very pretty in a cute sort of way, with grey eyes, and fair skin.  She
played just about every sport you could think of, and was pretty much a
tomboy.  Like I said, she had a very cute sort of beauty - the kind of
woman one would think of marrying, rather than lusting over.

   Then there was my brother, Amrit.  He was two years younger than me, 17,
just ending high school, as I was nearing the middle of college.  He was
the nerd of the family, you might say.  Tall, like all of us, dark brown
hair, grey eyes, and fair.  He was pretty goofy though.  One of those guys
that was really having trouble fitting into his changing body.  We got
along pretty good though, and I did my best to help him through the tough
times he had at all the schools we had attended throughout our lives.

   Dad started work the week after we arrived.  It was summer time, so
there was no school for us kiddos.  I was nearing the middle of college.  I
still had a few months of summer break before I went back.  After moving in
quite a bit of our stuff, mom decided to take us around the neighborhood
and meet our new neighbors.  Most seemed nice enough, just a perfect and
bland as everything else I had seen our first day there.

   Mrs.  Haima Sahil, though, was the exception.  She was our next door
neighbor.  I'll never forget the first time that I saw her.  She wasn't a
raving beauty or anything like that.  She was just plain sexy.  She wasn't
fat or thin.  She was plump in all the right places.  Her eyes were her
most stunning feature.  As we waved hello to her, her eyes seemed to
transfix me, to drink me in, to weave a spell around me making me believe
it was only me and her in the entire world.  I forgot about my mom, sis,
and brother who were already introducing themselves.  I just stared at her
- consumed by her eyes.  They seemed to glow with energy.

   "And who is the shy one?" she asked my mother.

   "This is Somanshu, my eldest son.  Somanshu, is something wrong?  You
look a little woozy?" My mom's voiced ached with concern.

   "It's nothing, just had a weird spell there.  It's nothing.  Nice to
meet you Mrs.  Haima Sahil."

   "Please," she replied in a warm voice.  "Please call me Haima Aunty. 
And please to meet you.  Well, it is certainly nice to know another family
is moving into the neighborhood.  And so good looking," she added, "Trust
me, you will just love it here.  This place will make totally new people
out of you.  Quite nice...and exciting,"

   "We are certainly enjoying it so far," replied my mom, a sweet smile on
her face.

   I was just barely 20, and she had to be in her late 30's, early 40's. 
But her eyes had done something to me.  Their Black fire had lit a spark in
me somewhere, and I was addicted to her like some sort of wonderfully
horrible drug.

   A week past uneventfully then things started to happen.  One day whilst
I was out, my family members were having dinner, they heard an almighty
crashing noise come from my room.  When my mom went up to see what had
happened, she found both my mirror that was on my wall and the mirror,
which is attached to the door of my wardrobe on the floor (surprisingly not
broken).  Then there were other minor events like footsteps in the kitchen,
or dishes falling on grounds.  My dad attributed these to small tremors of
earth.  During the nights of full or near full moon we heard howling of
wolves.

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   After about ten days or so I was looking at the hills around
Banjara-Nagar.  The small forest leading to them looked very inviting.  It
was the perfect time of day for a walk.  The sun was still out and bright,
but the humidity was gone.  There was a trail that led to an old Mandir in
a cave.  Without thinking much I began walking towards it.  The air was so
fresh, so clean and untainted.  After making some good distance, I stopped
inside of a small clearing to catch my breath.  It was then I heard a woman
scream.  I looked around and found a small hut hidden between the trees.  I
moved slowly towards that hut.  I was doing my best to sneak through bushes
and dodge large trees without making much sound.  Just near the hut I
realised that the door was close but the window was open.  I moved as quiet
as I could.  I managed to slink close to the window and was able to peer
inside.

   There were three people inside - a young man, an old woman in her 50's,
and Haima Sahil.  The old woman had wide hips, white hair, an enormous
bosom pressing out of the cut in her shirt, and a cruel countenance.  The
youth was lying on a bed - his wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts!  His
face was etched with terror.  The woman was crying as I pressed my ear to
the wooden wall to listen.

   Haima Sahil was coaxing her.  "You know you must, Bimla!  You must!  It
is the culmination of the change you have been through!  The Queen picked
you to be one of us; that means you must begin to accept your new role in
life.  Believe me; life is so much fuller, richer, and brimming with life
if you do.  It's natural instinct..."

   The Old/Young Lady sobbed, "But, he's my baby, my angel...  My... 
My..grandchild!  I cannot!"

   "Enough!  Your body calls out for it!  He's young, virile, a male who
has what a female needs.  Bitches must LIVE when the urge hits them.  Or
else they will suffer the pangs of unfulfilled natural needs.  You have no
choice.  It must be him...or another buck, but it may as well be him.  Easy
access - and a bond that is already there."

   "Please, no...I did not ask to be made like this....She did this to me!
She tricked me!"

   "She gave you LIFE!  Instead of being old and frail and full of dead
memories, she has given you a new life, a new body, a new lease on life. 
The life of Nature.  The life of the Wild.  But you must experience it -
accept it - embrace it!  Or else your new body will drive you mad with it's
longings...."

   The white haired woman continued to shake her head and struggled against
her tempter, but the red haired vixen was too strong.  She looked to a
window on the others side of the room, away from me.

   "Bimla, you must really begin to see things in another light.  You had
to do it the hard way." She reached out and pulled up the blind.  Silver
moonlight hit the old woman full in the face.  She tried to flee, struggled
fiercely, moaning "Noooo.." But the Vixen held her like a vise.

   Then all at once the grandmother stopped struggling.  She stood still,
breathing heavily, panting, like a dog.  Her eyes were closed.  Minutes
passed.  There seemed to be some sort of inward struggle going on within
her mind.  But then, slowly, slowly, she opened her eyelids.

   Her eyes had changed!  They were now a bright yellow, and shining with
cruelty.  She looked down at the young man.  She smiled.

   "Hello, sweety.  Beautiful baby.  Don't worry about Grandma - I feel so
much better now...this way...after I had things explained to me by Gloria
here.  She's right I think.  One can't fight Mother Nature."

   She smiled again, and then gasped in pain.  She threw her head back and
her teeth...her teeth began to elongate and grow ...sharper...like steak
knives splitting out her gums.  Drool poured rabidly from her mouth.  Her
wrinkled hands grabbed at her shirt and ripped it off her body, exposing
her motherly mammaries, encased in a black bra.

   Then the bra exploded off her chest!  Her breasts were swelling like
living balloons and rising from their sagging position to pointing straight
out.  Her nipples, long and wide, pointed like needles into the air,
begging to be suckled.

   "Come my love," she said in a voice much deeper than before.  "We have
all night to hold each other." She ran a hand over the shaking boy's chest.
A hand still old and wrinkled, but with nails growing longer by the second
and curving into claws.  "We must perform the will of instinct!" Her eyes
blazed forth a harsh yellow light, and her mouth snarled viciously with
hunger and lust.  Her face, once sweet and kind, was now twisted like an
animal bent on the kill.  She laughed wickedly and lunged at her grandson.

   I fell backward into the ground - in shock!  I pulled myself up and was
about to look back through the window, even though every instinct told me
to run like hell.  But I didn't look.  I could hear clearly through the
glass now to what was happening.

   The bedsprings were echoing through the room, they were so loud.  The
grandmother creature was grunting like a bear, over and over again.  There
was the slap of flesh against flesh.  And the soft wailing of the young
man...  'Grandma, please no....no...ahhhhh....no...uhhhh...oh
grandma....ahhhhhh!" Over and over again.  Groaning in fear, confusion and
arousal.  Her grunting became deeper and more savage and desperate for
release.  The springs were screeching at lightning speed as she rode him.
Faster pounding, faster slapping, faster grunting, faster pounding...

   "No, grandma, oh please no, look out, look out, get off, Get Off!,.  Oh
NOOOOO!"

   "Give it to me, Boy!  Give it to ME!  Yes, that's it...  that's
it...NOW! NOW!  GIVE IT TO ME NOW!  OH YEEEEEES!  I CAN FEEL IT, BOY! 
POURING INTO ME!  MORE!  MORE!  "

   "GRANDMA!  AHHHHHHHH!"

   And then her demonic voice twisted into an orgasmic howl of passion,
lust, and savage victory.  Her grandson yelled in terror - in an
unspeakable orgasm.  And I ran like hell.



   Same night when I was about to sleep I heard howling of a wolf.  It was
a full moon night and howling was too close to me.  I got up and looked out
of the window.  My room was one story up so I could see a lot of area
around the house.  I can even look at the backyard of the Mrs.  Sahil`s
house.  To my amazement Haima was sitting there and she was naked.  Then I
saw a shadow move near her.  She opened her arms to something and embraced
it.  That something was a wolf that began to nuzzle and lick her face.  The
wolf pulled away and looked at her quizzically.  She laughed and pulled him
back to her.  She reached between her legs and smeared her fingers with her
juices, then placed them before the beast's snout.  The big wolf's long
tongue shot out and licked at her soaked fingertips.  She moved her hand
downward, and the wolf followed it like a puppy.  Haima spread her legs
wider and the wolf dipped his head between them to lick up her secretions
from their source.

   Soon he stopped licking her pussy and now stared at her, as though
expecting something.  Haima Sahil twisted onto her stomach and rose to her
knees.  She settled her head on folded arms and undulated her hips before
the massive wolf.  He put his forepaws on either side of her waist, just
below her breasts.  He pulled himself toward her, trying and failing to
enter her.  Supporting herself on one hand, she reached between her
widespread thighs and took hold of his simmering cock.  She formed a path
with her curled fingers, guiding the pointed tip of his cock to the opening
of her cunt.  He thrust himself into her completely, only the bulge at the
base of his prick remaining outside her.  More than two hands of cock
inside her at a stroke.  The wolf pulled almost completely out, then pushed
back in.

   WAS I Dreaming?  I don't know.  I was in Trans.

   Soon her grunts of pain became moans of pleasure.  She twisted her hips
against the wolf's hot belly, arching her buttocks, putting her clitoris
directly against the thrusting cock.  Then the wolf came, fucking deeply
and quickly.  He remained hard and continued fucking her.  Slowly, then
gradually faster and faster.  As he finished he dismounted her.  I a flash
he was gone.

   I looked towards the moon and saw a big bird flying in front of it.  I
fell on my bed.  I fainted.

   May Allah save you from black magic of all kinds, calamities and
problems?  Ameen <><><>

   A couple of days later I was having my dinner at my home when Mom said,
"The people here are so nice and kind.  It's such a pleasant change.  For
instance, our neighbor Mrs.  Sahil invited me to a party at her house
tomorrow night.  Many women of the town will be there.  Wasn't that so
nice?"

   I was shocked.  Mom was liked an excited school girl, happy at making
new friends.  I tried to conceal my shock.  Mrs.  Sahil...that strange,
demonic woman - and all women party!  I ached to let my mom know what I saw
at her do, but, realized that she will believe me.  There was no way I
could tell my mom that.  So I sat silent in my fear.  I started to think of
someway to keep her away from the Sahil lady.

   After wracking my brains for someway to convince Mom not to go to the
party, I had still not come up with anything remotely convincing.  All
excuses sounded equally ridiculous.  I was nearly saved by Dad calling to
let us know that he would be coming back from his business trip that day,
but he then called back the next day and said that he was assigned to
another town on spur of the moment to replace a sick fellow employee.  So
what seemed like my best escape from the situation turned into nothing but
a tease.

   So, the day of the party dawned.  It found me quite worried and feeling
like a caged beast, with nowhere to turn.  Mom was quite her usual self
that day, happy and beaming.  The only way I could think of, was to
actually gird up my loins, so to speak, and go to the party with her.  To
face that banshee myself and be around in case I needed to protect mom in
anyway.

   "Hey, mom, would you like for me to go with you to the party?"

   "Go with me?  Why on earth would you like to go to an all women party,
sweety?  It's just a whole bunch of old women sitting around, and
gossiping. I think you would have much more fun at home."

   "I dunno.  I think it might be fun.  I haven't met everyone in the
neighborhood yet."

   "No, son, I really don't think it would be fun for you.  Besides, I'll
need you to stay at home with your brother and sister and be the man of the
house while I am out.  Would you please?" She squeezed my hand.

   "I guess so." I really couldn't think of anything else to say.  I
obviously was not going to be going with her.  But that didn't mean that I
wouldn't sneak out and keep an eye on her at the party - for her own sake.
And that's exactly what I did.  But little did I know what strange, dark,
and unearthly things I would see that night - and that it would be the last
night for my mother to be...my mother.

   At 7 o' clock I had told my siblings I had to run some errands real fast
and that I would be back soon.  My sis was too busy in reading to care, and
my brother was immersed in his play station, so I did not perceive much
trouble from them trying to leave.

   I ran like hell right around the corner of the house, and nearly
stumbled upon Mrs.  Sahil and my Mom!  At last I found her!  I ducked down
beneath some shrubs, holding my breath in tight, praying that I had not
been heard.  My lungs were threatening to burst through my skin, and sweat
was pouring down my head.  No sound from them as if I had been discovered,
so I slowly exhaled and just as slowly peered over the bushes.

   The two of them were sitting in some lawn chairs, enjoying the cool
evening that wrapped the town in a comfortable blanket.  Haima was wearing
jeans and a tight blouse.  Mom was in saree that day with bra inside but
her blouse was bit transparent and one can easily outline her bra.  Mom
held a glass (of soft drink apparently) in her hand, casually sipping at it
while she was listening to Mrs.  Sahil talk about this and that.  Most of
it had to deal with her son being away at college, how much she missed him,
and how irritated and lonely she was with her husband gone all the time. 
Mother was listening sympathetically, nodding at the appropriate times,
saying "I'm so sorry, Haima..."etc.  She actually looked moved by our
neighbor's situation.

   "What about you, Shoba?" She was talking with my mom now.  "I've noticed
your guy's always off too.  Actually, I don't think I have even met him. 
He's been gone since you guys moved here.  You must know how I feel then,
sleeping in an empty bed."

   "Well, uh, I guess it does get lonely, but that's just the way things
are.  He makes most of the money, so we have to be away from each other
sometimes to support the family.  It gets lonely, but I've gotten used to
it."

   "No one should get used to being alone!  I get sick and damn tired of
lying alone at night and having no one to talk to, especially since my son
has been off to college." She paused, seem to hesitate.  "What do you do
to...ummmm....make up for hubby's absence?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "You know, do you, um, well, do things to make up for him being away?"

   "Do you mean what I think you mean?"

   "Probably."

   "No, of course not!  I'm not a horndog!  My hubby and I make love when
he gets home and make love before he leaves.  I never need to...do THAT!"

   "Oh come on now!  Don't tell me you haven't done it just once.  Everyone
has...when the urge just becomes unbearable.  When the need for satiating
your animal side becomes too much."

   "Animal side?"

   Animal side?  I didn't like the direction this conversation was taking.

   "Don't act so innocent, Shoba.  Your animal side.  People are nothing
more than more fully evolved animals.  It's basic grade school science.  We
may be higher up on the food chain, but we are still animals.  Sooooo, that
means we are still subject to basic biological instincts."

   "I guess so, sort of.  But still, there is a difference between basic
biological instincts and sex with your partner."

   "How do you figure?  Why do people have sex?  For pleasure - of course.
But the main reason is for procreation.  Why do women become hornier when
they ovulate?  Because their body is trying to convince them to breed - to
propagate the species.  So we obey the will of instinct with our husbands.
This is what society demands.  But what happens when our husbands - our
mates - our not around to join with us in mating?"

   As she was saying all these things, I noticed that she was slowly
beginning to inch a little closer to my mother.  My mother, listening to
her intently, and I also think a little bit because of the alcohol, was not
noticing Mrs.  Sahil slowly scooting her chair closer to her.

   "If our mates are not here to mate, then we must do something else.  The
urge becomes too powerful eventually.  Instinct and primal urges take
over."

   "Haima, what are you saying?"

   "I'm saying that if one mate does not perform their job, then a woman in
heat must take another.  Another to mount her, to pleasure her, to make her
scream in animal pleasure, to pound her with his tool of creation, to pour
his seed in her willing body - to take her as his bitch."

   The woman's black eyes, glowing in the dark like demonic lightning bugs,
were boring into my mother's.  Mother seemed to be frozen; frozen in
confusion and fear.  I think Mrs.  Sahil was hypnotizing her.  Mother's
drink dropped to the ground, but she did not move.  She was lost in the
glow of the eyes.

   "Are...you...crazy?  What's wrong...with you......" Mother managed to
mumble.  Mesmerism and alcohol were smothering her senses.  Haima Sahil was
out of her chair now and was crouched on her knees in front of Mom -
holding her in her devilish gaze.

   "Nothing is wrong with me, Shoba.  I'm just telling you what I have
learned.  My husband is always gone, so I have taken lovers, I have taken
mates.  I have been the garden for the seed of others.  I am a fertility
goddess, Shoba.  Men love me, worship me.  I pleasure them and join with
them in the eternal dance of nature.  I am their goddess.  I am the mate of
all the young men here, they are my worshipers.  Even...even...  my own
son."

   My mother managed a gasp, but could not move away from the eyes.

   "Yes, it was unusual at first, and I was full of fear but he happened to
be at home when the urge took me.  He didn't want to mate with me when I
first offered myself, but then he eventually learned to love me, to taste
me, to move gently inside me until he gave me his own seed.  Now I am both
mother and goddess to him and he wants no other mate.  So whenever he is
home from school, we share his bed, reveling in our love and passion and
nakedness, searching each other with our tongues.  Then he mounts me, his
goddess and creator, and as we look into each other's eyes, he desperately
ruts into me, trying to recreate himself in my womb....There is no feeling
that compares to the sheer mind-numbing ecstasy of the love and animal lust
when I feel his essence pour into me as he nurses at my breasts....You
should try it."

   My mother was pale with fear, but still could not move.  It looked as if
she was struggling to move her feet but couldn't.  Her eyes were wide and
almost blank, held fast by that evil woman.  But I was actually breaking a
sweat listening to her almost whisper those evil words to my mom.  I had to
jump in and create a distraction or else something horrible I knew would
happen to Mom.

   "What are you doing, tiger?" a sultry voice whispered in my ear.  I
turned and my heart froze.  There sitting next to me in the bushes was a
very hairy and very naked old woman - the woman who I had just watched
ravage her grandson!

   "Are you spying, sweetheart?" the old woman purred.  She crept toward
me, slowly, like a cat.  She curled up into me, her hair and skin rank with
the smell of her mating.  Long white hair covered her entire body,
enveloping her tight and powerful muscles.  Her enormous breasts pressed
into my chest, her long row of extra nipples rubbed up and down me.

   "You shouldn't spy on other people's conversations.  You know, I smelled
you just now beneath the window.  I knew someone was watching me with my
grandson.  But I didn't know who.  Did you enjoy the show?  He certainly
did.  His mind didn't, but his body did." Her long nails began to trace
along my chest.  Her lips began petting kisses around my neck and face.  I
could smell her breath; I could feel the sharp points of elongated teeth.

   "I couldn't help it, but he was so cute and strong and male, and I
needed his essence.  But he felt so bad after, I couldn't help it, I nipped
him a bit too hard.  Now...in a few days, he won't have any qualms about
mounting me...from behind...he'll need it as much as I need it.  He just
needs a little help getting in touch with his..animal side.  Ooops!  My,
my, are you getting excited, tiger?"

   I am ashamed to say that I was.  My breath was approaching a pant, and I
was shaking.  Her fingers, and long curved nails pressed against my crotch
and began to rub gently.

   "Mmmmmmm...looks like I've got some work to do", she breathed.  "My new
body has really turned into a blessing." She smiled like a devil and began
licking around my face.  "Let's have a looksy and see what you have for
grandma." Her hand, with a strength I could not have imagined, ripped my
pants open with one great pull and forced itself, hot and grasping into my
boxers.  It wrapped around my straining arousal and began to move back and
forth.  I tried to strangle my groans, almost forgetting my mom was just
through the bushed.

   Wait!  My mom was going to be attacked by Mrs.  Sahil!  I jerked my head
away from the lapping tongue and looked back towards the yard.

   Mrs.  Sahil was sitting in my mom's lap, holding her down with her
weight, her face close to my mother's, looking intently into her eyes.  Her
long perfect fingers were slowly undoing the buttons of her own blouse
while she had my mom's eyes locked in her horrible gaze.  Then she tossed
the piece of clothing off, revealing her perfect, muscular body and her
perfect bosom, ferociously straining at a black bra.  My manhood jumped at
the site, and the voracious grandma took that as a sign of acceptance.  Her
mouth dove to my crotch and her tongue began lapping like a dog dying of
thirst.  I cried out in spite of myself, but Mrs.  Sahil and my mom were in
their own little world.

   Mom made a feeble, barely audible protest.  "Nooo..what are you
doing...What's happening?" Haima made no answer, only reached behind her to
undo the clasp of her bra.  She slowly, slowly, let if fall from her body.
Now mom's nipples stood hard and taunting in front her victim's gaze.  She
was freely caressing her round breasts that were now blouse less.  Even in
dim light I could see that her skin was shining when Haima caressed her
boobs.  She began to run her fingers, slow and soft through mom's hair. 
Mother's eyes began to swim with drowsiness, her lids began to gently
flutter.  The finger's ran through and through the sea of blackness,
stroking her, soothing her, seducing her.

   Haima began to speak now.  "You're so beautiful Shoba.  I've never met
such a beautiful woman, so much potential.  You're body is just aching,
crying out for it's new form.  You can free yourself of your sagging flesh,
your wrinkles, the demons of age.  You can change, transform into a
goddess, like me.  No more middle age, no more worrying whether your
husband still hungers for your flesh.  All men will hunger for you - all
the young stallions will be fighting to be the first to stud you.  Like
they fight over me.  You will be like me - the mother goddess."

   The woman's tongue ran across her teeth.  They were elongating now.  She
was changing.  I could see hair beginning to sprout in the small of her
back, running in a trail of blackness along her spine, and slowly widening
across the flesh of her back.

   I had to save Mom!  I tried to pull myself up from where I was, but the
old woman, with the strength of a beast, held me down.  I struggled and
pushed against her but it was no use.  And all the while she continued to
lap and suck at me.  The pleasure was beginning to mount and it was harder
and harder for me to continue the fight.  I glanced in desperation back
towards mom.  Oh no.

   Haima was still holding her head in her hands, but was now slowly
pressing my mother's head closer and closer to her perfect breasts.  My
mother looked like she was trying to fight back, but she was hypnotized and
drugged by the drink she had been drinking.  There was no fight in her.

   "Please, Haima, please, don't make me do this." she whispered.

   "Hush, love.  Hush.  You will thank me for this, I promise you.  Now,
Shoba, drink from me.  Drink.  Drink and become a goddess."

   She pressed my mother's mouth against her pointed nipple with one hand,
and began to gently squeeze the breast with the other, milking it into my
mother's mouth.  Mom spat and sputtered when the milk hit her lips, but
Haima held her breast with a grip of steel.  There was no fighting her. 
Finally, after a few more gasps, my mother began to nurse.

   "Oh, yes.  That's it, Shoba.  That's it.  Drink, drink....it feels so
good.  Feel the warmth of my milk?  My essence pouring into
you...drink...it will make you like me.  It joins you to me...drink it. 
Yes...yes...more..."

   As she whispered these in my mother's ear, Haima Sahil was continuing to
change.  Her face was taking a hard look to it.  The tips of her ears were
stretching into points, her body was now covered entirely by long glossy
hair, and her mouth...the mouth she as whispering from was beginning to
stretch...into what could have been the muzzle of a wolf.  Mother continued
to nurse like a child, as a hairy hand and long claws ran through her hair.


   "Enough of this!" the old woman in my lap growled.  "You're more than
ready now." She rose up and with the agility of a cat, positioned herself
in front of me, on all fours.  She arched her buttocks toward me.  "I'm
ready for the mating.  Now, mount me!"

   I should have run.  I should have burst through the bushes and saved my
mother.  I should have.  But a strange scent assailed my nostrils.  I could
not really describe it - it was heady and musky and sweet and female.  The
woman was putting off a scent.  Some pheromone that knocked my senses into
a spin.  My hardness began to pound with blood, pumping at a faster rate.
The blood strained against my skin.  My heart hammered against my chest. 
Sweat began to ooze everywhere from me.  I was more aroused than I had ever
been - I could not control myself.

   I yanked my boxers free, and walked on my knees to her invitation.  I
plunged into her heat with a groan.  She yelped like a dog and began to
thrust back at me.  We pounded into each other with savage need and
desperation - almost attacking each other.  Her long white hair rubbed
against my legs like a rug.  But I didn't care.  My mind had only one
burning thought; a thought that had burned all else from my brain and
memory....I must seed her.  I must plant the seed in her.  Before another
male did.  Right now, she was my bitch.  And I would breed her...

   I pounded into her with a frenzied pace, my eyes turning up into my head
as I felt my explosion begin to boil up deep inside of me.  I gasped for
air.  The grandmother threw her head back, growling and snarling savagely,
her eyes glowing yellow heat, her tongue lolling around, spewing saliva. 
She thrust her shaggy buttocks back at me with a strength that beat my
calves with pain...and with pleasure.  I was so close...I could feel the
seed about to be released and my stabs became erratic.

   Suddenly a clawed hand grabbed my shoulder, yanked me out of my woman
and threw me backwards into the bushes with unearthly power.  It nearly
yanked my shoulder out of joint.  I rolled back in the direction of the old
woman and found myself looking into the black eyes of Haima Hasil, eyes
glowing with seething anger and savage hate.

   "What are you doing with her, boy!  She is not your's, I am!  I am your
queen - NOBODY - will have you but ME!" Then her eyes softened a bit.  "Or
your mother....my future queen...she shall have you too.  We shall enjoy
you together..." Her tongue ran across her monstrous fangs with relish.

   Her face was no longer human.  She had the muzzle, and teeth, and
tongue, and face of a wolf.  Long pointed ears poked through her mane of
hair.  The only human thing in her face was her malignant eyes.  Her entire
body was covered in long, luxuriant, glossy hair.  However, her perfect
breasts' flesh still lay bare, as did the long row of nipples that now lay
beneath them.

   "You haven't seen me changed this much have you, sweetheart?  How do you
like it?" It was very disturbing to hear her voice, deeper and huskier,
float down to me from the jaws of a wolf/human - thing.  She still wore her
tight jeans, but I could see her ankles and feet wrapped in a carpet of
thick hair.  Her toenails were claws.

   "You'll get used to it.  See, I have already chosen you to be mine own,
and what I want - I get!  Besides, your mother will be like this soon, and
are you going to despise your own mother?  Despise her when she becomes
like me?  When she howls at the moon?  When she rips her clothes off,
struggling like an animal to be free in the cool night air?  When she
demands you....to mount her?"

   "Get away!  What have you done to her?"

   "She's over there.  Why don't you go and see if she is alright."

   I looked over and saw my mother curled up like a fetus upon the ground.
She was shaking violently.  I pulled myself up, yanked by boxers and pants
back up, and ran to her as fast as I could.  She lay like a child in a
nightmare.  Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was mumbling.

   "No...don't want to....not me...not like you...no...no...no..."

   I picked her up and tried to wake her and sooth her.  "Mom, mom!  Are
you okay?  Open your eyes!"

   I ran my fingers through her hair, seeking to snap her out of it.

   "Son?  What are you...why are....where am...take me home....can't
move...shaking..."

   "You'll be alright, mom.  Just hang on to me, I'll take us home."

   I leaned her against me and with one arm around her began to walk/drag
her home.  She still shook like a leaf in the wind.  Haima Hasil called
after me.

   "Take her home, sweety.  She needs plenty of rest.  Now that my milk is
within her, her body must rest in order to complete the infestation. 
You'll love her even more when she wakes up...I promise you!"

   I glared back at the wolf in woman's clothing as I dragged mother past
the house, past the window where I had heard the grandmother take her
grandson.  I could still hear moans of passion, and creaking from the
window.  The red headed lady and the boy.  I could hear his muffled
protests, as if muffled by breasts, and the growling of the redhead atop
the poor boy.

   "Give me some too baby.  I know you have more in there...gimme more. 
More inside me...plant it...plant it...give it to your bitch!"

   Then I had moved too far away to hear anything else.

   May Allah save you from black magic of all kinds, calamities and
problems?  Ameen <><><><>



   I managed to get mother back home without too much trouble.  Brother was
asleep but Sister was still up watching TV.  When she saw me walking mother
in, she jumped up and ran over to us.

   "What's wrong with Mom!  What happened!"

   Well, I very well couldn't tell her!  "Nothing...ummm...I'm not sure. 
She just had an allergic reaction or something to some of the food at the
party.  But she said she'd be fine in the morning.  Just needed to help her
walk home."

   "Oh no!  Let me help!  Mom, your gonna be all right!"

   "It's fine!  She's fine.  I just need to get her to bed.  Go back to
watching TV.  It'll be okay."

   "But I want to help.  She looks awful...so weak..."

   "She's FINE, DAMMIT!  Look, umm...I'm sorry, okay?  She'll be fine.  She
just doesn't need you freaking out over her.  I can take care of her fine.
I promise you, everything is okay.  Let me handle it."

   She still looked hurt from my outburst.  Her little lips pouted, her
eyes looked watery.  "Fine.  She better be okay, jerk." And she stormed
back into the living room.  I felt rotten about yelling at her, but I did
not know what would be happening to Mom, I wanted to protect my little
sister from whatever might occur.

   I finally got my mom up into her room and dropped her on the bed.  She
was already asleep.  I pulled legs and feet up onto the bedspread so that
her whole body was in a somewhat comfortable position.  I tucked some
pillows under her head.  I heard her mumble something at that, but couldn't
make out what it was.  She curled up in a fetal position and continued to
float in her deep sleep.

   Sis was at the doorway to Mom's room, peering at her through the low
light.  I tapped her on the shoulder.

   "She's asleep now.  I think she'll be alright.  I'll call the doc in the
morning, just in case.  She just needs to rest right now.  So should
you...and me."

   "You sure she's gonna be alright?  I've...I've never seen her like this
before.  I'm scared."

   "Me too." I squeezed her shoulder.  "Things will brighten up in the
morning.  Promise.  Now go on and get some sleep, Sis."

   She finally drifted off to bed.  I listened at her door and made sure
she was in bed before I crept back to mom's room.  I closed the door behind
me.  She was still breathing deeply, but she was now moving back and forth,
gently tossing and turning.  She seemed very uncomfortable.  She pulled at
her blouse and her petticoat.  Her blouse went up a little and exposed her
belly.  It was soft, with a little jelly roll that...wait!

   My heart leaped into my mouth.  The little roll of fat was
shrinking...as if her body was sucking it back into itself.  At the same
time, little shapes, protuberances, began to form on her belly, pumping,
swelling.  Muscles.

   Her pudge was gone...sleek muscle took its place.  My mother had grown a
six-pack before my eyes!

   Her whole body seemed to becoming smoother - her hips shrinking some,
her large buttocks not shrinking but tightening, her breasts, saggy before,
began to rise in her blouse, jutting towards the ceiling.  Her body was
becoming sleek and cut and...sexy.  God help me, my mother was changing
into a sexual being before my eyes.  My penis began to harden.  Those small
crows feet and laugh lines on her face smeared themselves away.  Her lips
began to pout, swell like a bee stung them.  They were voluptuous...and her
eyebrows darkened, but grew closer together, so they almost touched.  This
shouldn't have been attractive, but it gave her a strange, feral look.  Her
beautiful motherly face now mixed with something of the animal.  My penis
pounded against my pants.  I had to get out before I lost control.

   That's when she let out a soft, thick moan.  It was not a moan of pain.
She moaned again and her hands slowly made their way to her chest. 
Tentatively at first.  But then those motherly hands began to softly
massage her breasts.  She moaned yet again, low and sultry.  The tip of her
tongue rolled across her teeth.  She squeezed her bosom and gasped!  Her
hips thrust themselves off the bed, and arched into the air.  "Ooooohhhhh!"
She gasped again and violently thrust her pelvis again into the air.

   That's when I tore away and flung myself out of the room!  I shut myself
in my own bedroom, with that image still burned in my head.  I couldn't go
to sleep the rest of the night.  The image of my own mother, physically
changing, aroused and fondling herself, moaning in lewd pleasure repeated
itself over and over.  I also heard noises in the dark places of the night.
Howls from a distant place across town.  I chill ran down my spine
thinking, "They seem to be calling for someone."

   The next day I avoided her room altogether.  She never came out either.
I think bro and sis poked their heads in to make sure she was still
breathing, but they did not get too close to her.  I thanked heaven for
that too, or else they would have been terrified at the changes that had
come over their Mom.

   I finally forced myself to go and look in on her the day after.  As
scared as I was, I still needed to make sure that she was still alive. 
Also to see if she had changed anymore.  I prayed that she hadn't.  If my
mother had become like Mrs.  Hasil, I think I would lose my grip on my
sanity.

   She was still asleep as far as I knew.  I poked my head in through the
door.  The bed was empty!  I walked burst through the door, frantic. 
That's when the sound of rushing water assailed my ears.  The shower was on
in my parent's bathroom.  Apparently she was up and feeling well enough to
take a shower.  Thank goodness.  I turned back around and began to make my
way to the door.

   "Is that you, pumpkin?" Her voice cut through the shower water at me. 
How the hell did she heard me.  I hadn't been THAT loud coming into the
room.

   "Uhhh..Yeah, Mom.  Just seeing if you were feeling any better."

   "Oh, I'm feeling just fine.  Thanks for asking.  I just took the longest
nap and I feel wonderful!"

   "That's great." She sounded too damn perky.  I began to move back to the
door.

   "Pumpkin!  I'm out of conditioner.  Could you come in and grab a bottle
under the sink for me?"

   "Uhhhhh..." She had never asked me for anything like that before.  I
think that would be just a little risque.  Would that be crossing a line?

   "Sweety?  Could you grab that conditioner please?"

   "O - Okay." I slowly opened the door.  The shower curtains were closed,
but I could see her silhouette through them as she washed her hair.  I
clumsily looked through the soaps and shampoos under the sink and finally
wrapped my hands around a new bottle of conditioner.  I nervously looked
back at the shower.  She seemed to be waiting for me, for she was just
standing still, waiting for the next hair product.

   "Hold your arm out and I'll give to you."

   "Okay!" She drew the curtain back, a bit tooooo far.  And there they
were - my eyes were flooded with the image of her breasts, those new
breasts.  Large and beautiful, glowing with health, they pointed high from
her chest, no sag in them.  Nipples dark brown and long, like erasers. 
Freckles dotted her breastbone, highlighting the whiteness of her milky,
soft flesh.

   "Hand me the conditioner, sweetheart." She was smiling, her eyes
glistening with laughter.  She had to know I could see her nakedness, but
stood there, brazen, as if she reveled in the feeling.  I turned my head
away and handed her the bottle.

   "There!  There!  I gotta go now."

   "What's the matter, pumpkin?" She laughed in realization.  "Ohhh, are
you embarrassed looking at your mommy's's bosom?  It's a perfectly natural
thing, dear.  Don't be red faced.  A woman's breasts are a beautiful part
of nature.  Actually, it was not so long ago you were pretty up close and
personal with them." She laughed again, sweetly.  "You were a hungry child
and used to suck on my breasts for hours.  Sometimes I used to feed your
sister Roshani on one breast and you on the other, you know" she said,
laughing.  Her voice was full of love, as if she found my embarrassment
wondrously cute.

   "Uh, whatever!  I got to go mom!" I ran out the door and stumbled down
the stairs.

   "There's no milk now, Somanshu, just love for you," I heard her say.

   I collapsed on the couch, trembling in shock.  My mother, my sweet,
beautiful, conservative mother had flashed her tits at me without a second
thought.  What was even worse is that I knew, subconsciously, that I had
enjoyed it.

   I savagely shook my head, trying to knock the image from my head.  I
should not think that about her, my own mother, I don't care what changes
her body had seemed to go through.  No matter how flagrant or comfortable
she seemed to be about it.  And it was all the doing of that damn Hasil
woman!

   <><><><><>



   By the time I got back home it was late.  I made to my room, as
noiseless as possible - I did not want to have another uncomfortable run in
with my mom until I knew exactly what was going on with her.  I hoped my
sis and brother were not home, though I hadn't noticed them as I made my
way to my sanctuary upstairs.

   I made it inside without any sight nor sound of anyone from the family.
Well and good.  I had to pull myself together.  I sat on the bed and tried
to make myself think.  What was I going to do?  According to the Professor,
there was no hope for my mom, though I refused to give up on her.  What I
needed to concentrate on Haima and maybe even Mom, from getting to the rest
of the family - maybe even myself.  And as I did this, I would do my best
to find a cure for this bestial disease.  I resolved myself to the position
of family protector - and there was a sudden knock at my door.

   "Who is it?"

   "It's me, baby." Mother.  "I need to talk with you."

   "Right now?"

   "Yes, it's an emergency." Her voice sounded a little on edge.  Not
syrupy sexy like in the shower.

   "Uh, okay." What else could I do?  I crept towards the door.  I opened
it a crack.  She wasn't nude.  I breathed a mental sigh of relief and
opened the door all the way.

   "Thanks, sweetheart.  I really need to talk with you about something -
something very important." She seemed nervous.  As I looked at her I
immediately regreted letting her in.

   Though clothed, she was in her old clothes, a top that barely contained
her freckled new bosom and showed off entirely too much of her taunt
stomach muscles.  Her shorts hung loose about her legs, legs no longer as
beefy as they were, but streamlined and perfect, as if a sculpture had
carved them from warm, pale stone.  The lustful passions that had burned in
my brain, that I once thought gone, now resurfaced.  Her beautiful blue
eyes were brimming with hot tears.  Her beautiful Goddess like face broke
down, and she threw herself against me - hugged me tight to her warm flesh.


   "I'm so scared, son!" There was actual terror in her voice and her lips
quivered in emotion.  I placed my arms around her in comfort, though I felt
the heat of embarrassed blood fly to my face.  Her soft, motherly breasts
pressed into my chest, lightly caressing my nipples.  The pleasure was hard
to describe - comforting, loving, tender and soft but still horribly,
damnably, sexual.  I tore away from her.  "It's okay, mom.  Sit down and
tell me what's wrong."

   "What's wrong?" She sat on my bed, next to me, though I tried not to be
too close to her.  "Everything!  I.....I....I'm changing.  There's
something horribly wrong with me.  All I remember is going to the ...that
party...then someone walking me home...then waking up this morning.  Waking
up different."

   "Different how?"

   "Uh....I can't really explain..." Terror was leaking from her voice
again.  "I can't explain it...not to you...but I'm different somehow." She
was trying to avoid telling me about how her body had changed.  She was
acting so differently than when she was in the shower this morning.  She
was confused and horrified.

   "This morning, I vaguely remember taking a shower, but as if I was in a
dream, in a thick fog.  The whole rest of the day has been like that. 
Sometimes I feel perfectly normal, then my vision blurs and my mind seems
to plunge into blackness."

   "Honestly mom, I don't know what to tell you.  I noticed you were acting
...er...  differently this morning, but I don't know how to help you.  I do
know this though - I'll do anything though to keep you from being afraid."
Her face blushed red when I mentioned 'this morning'.  Did she have some
vague memory of her brazeness?

   "I don't know.  I don't know.  I don't know what is happening.  But, you
must promise me something, sweetheart.  Please.  Please.  Do not hang
around me when it gets dark.  When the moon is out.  Or anytime that I'm
acting odd.  Stay away.  Lord Help me, I don't know what might happen!" She
threw herself into my arms again and pressed me tight against her breasts
again.  I held her to me as she wept into my shoulder.  Her breath came in
ragged shudders.  I just held her and rocked a little back and forth, the
warmth of her body soaking into me.

   Then another peculiar sensation began to tingle within me.  As her
breasts pressed into me, and her shudders moved her across my chest, I felt
hard points rub against my chest.  They rubbed like a feather against my
own nipples.  My face burned - they were her nipples through her shirt. 
They gently moved back and forth, like hot breath across my chest.  They
seemed to becoming harder, their tips grew longer and fiercer as they
engorged with blood.  They sensuously danced back and forth - and her
shuddering and sobbing abruptly stopped.  A long and heavy sigh blew past
my ear.  Her arms slowly pressed me tighter into her.  What's happening? 
What the hell is happening?

   The sigh came again, closer to my ear and I felt her turn her head to
me. The breath tickled my ear.  Her lips lightly scraped the earlobe.  The
breath poured like a flame into my ear, the slick warmth of her tongue
caressed it.  Her nipples dug into my chest and her arms felt like steel. I
tried to move, but could not.  I had no will to struggle.  I looked down at
her in confusion, fear, and....lust.

   Her black eyes burned like ice into my own.  Her lips parted and a voice
that sounded like mother's, but lower, huskier slipped over the voluptuous
lips, as she ran the tip of her tongue across them.  "I'm so glad I have
you to comfort me while your daddy's away.  I've been so lonely.  Now..."
she leaned closer and her lips brushed along my own.  Her tongue flicked at
mine.  "Come to mommy." Her breath poured steaming into my mouth, and her
tongue edged it's way across my teeth.  It playfully tickled my tongue.

   "Love me......"

   Her warm velvet tongue wrapped around my own and her breath poured hot
and sweet into my mouth.  I found myself being sucked into her eyes, now
cold as frost.  There was a sinister presence lurking there, something not
my mom.

   I gasped around her snaking tongue.  "Mom!  What...."

   When I said her name her body violently jerked away from me.  Her eyes
melted and there was the look of my mother again.  Her eyes swelled with
tears and she changed deathly pale.

   "Oh, what have I done!  What have I done!  What's wrong with me!  Why am
I having these thoughts!" She screamed to the ceiling.  She leaped from my
bed and ran sobbing from my room.  I jumped up and tried to follow, fearful
of her desperate state.  She ran into her room, slamming the door and
locking it.  I pounded on it, shouting, "Mom, mom.  It's okay!  I want to
help you.  Don't be afraid!  Open the door!  Just open the door!  Please!"

   "Go away!" she wailed.  "Please stay away from me!  I'm not safe.  I'm
not safe.  I can't be around you until I know what's wrong with me!"

   Her sobbing grew louder and louder, then was suddenly cut off.  She had
closed herself in her bathroom.  There was really nothing I could do.  Who
could I go to?  Who would help me?  Maybe the Professor?  I had to find him
again.  But until I could, my main objective would be keeping my brother
and sister - especially my brother - away from Mom.

   The afternoon passed, and Mother stayed locked in her room.  I hung out
downstairs in the living room.  Waiting.  And waiting.  I began to wonder
where my brother and sister were.  I was pretty sure that Sis was with one
of her new friends at the movies, but I had no idea of where my brother
was. I guess it really didn't matter though.  As long as I could keep them
away from the creature that was struggling to take over my Mother.  I knew
that my brother would not be strong enough to fight off the demon's
seductions.  So I continued to wait, so that I would be the first one for
him to see when he got home.

   <><><><><><>

   I had been out and about all afternoon, buying groceries and other
needful things, and got home probably about 7 or so.  Right about sunset. A
sunburst of pale pink stretched across the sky, and pale stars were already
peeking out of a canvas of deep purple.  The house was entirely too quiet
when I stepped inside.  The silence was deafening.  The crunching of the
grocery sacks seemed to echo throughout the house.

   I figured my brother was out somewhere.  I feared at Mrs.  Hasil.  Mom
must have been still been upstairs.  I took it almost as a matter of
course, she had been up there for so long.  I began to empty the sacks, a
weariness sinking into me.  How much longer would this last?  This abysmal
nightmare of strange behavior was weighing upon me heavier and heavier
everyday - especially since I had no one to turn to.  Except that crazy
professor.  I hunched over and began to restock the refrigerator.  As I was
sliding in the milk and such, I suddenly heard a clear, sparkling voice
behind me.  It startled me in the quiet and I nearly jumped out of my skin.


   "Hey, there pumpkin!  How wonderful of you!"

   It was Mom.  I slowly turned around, having no idea of what to expect.

   A lump jumped to my throat.  My mother stood before me in the kitchen,
dressed only in black Bra and Panties, melding tight and smooth against her
pale flesh.  Her new body seemed to glow, her stomach muscles stood out,
hard and strong as steel.  Her black hair tumbled and rippled down her soft
pale shoulders like a waterfall.  Her eyes shown out brighter than usual,
their color deepened and twinkling with fire and intensity.  Her new
breasts still defied gravity, gigantic, lush, just aching to be squeezed.
Freckles highlighted their quivering magnificence - a soft plenty of
succulent flesh, sexy but still maternal and blasting my senses with
symbolic fertility, screaming to be nursed by children - or a lover.  My
penis jutted against my pants, making me wince in pain.

   "I'm glad you've decided to take up your responsibilities and become the
man of the house." She winked.  "Here let me help you." She picked up some
other items from their bags, and began to place them into the fridge.  She
slid up next to me, and I felt her soft skin gently tease my own.  She
moved the side of her hips back and forth against me as she put the
groceries inside, rubbing herself against me like a cat waiting to be
petted.  Her scent, not perfume but the warm, hypnotic maternal scent of
her skin multiplied by a thousand, began to beat against my nostrils in a
wave.  I had never smelled anything like it before.  Probably not since I
suckled at her breasts in childhood.  She was looking at me out of the
corner of her eyes, smiling.  She knew the effect she was having on me, and
was enjoying it.  She was playing with me, like a cat plays with a mouse.
My hard-on pressed against my pants, screaming in agony for release into
the air.  She was still smiling at me.

   She placed the last items into the fridge, then turned around and faced
me.  She leaned in, pressing her warm body against me.  Those incredible,
indescribable breast pressed into my chest, the only thing separating me
from her luscious nipples was a thin piece of black fabric.  Her breath was
slow and languorous.  It smelled sweet as she leaned in closer to me.

   "Thank you so much for taking care of me.  I don't know what I would do
without you, love.  The last few days have been so very strange and
painful, but everything is alright now.  I"m just so incredibly thankful
that you are here....with me."

   She smiled again and gently took my hands into her own.  Her long
fingers danced through mine as she played with them.  "I love you so very
much.  You are everything I care for in the world - my first baby.  My
first born son.  You and I have a very special bond." A hand came up and
began to caress my cheek, light as a cool breeze.  "We have a very special
love.  You are the first fruit of your daddy and mine's love.  You are the
first human being that I created in my womb...  brought into the world...
and nursed at my breast.  You are part of me." Her eyes seemed to glow in
their intensity.  She began to inch her face closer and closer to mine. 
Her eyes filled my senses and became my world, my universe.  I could feel
her breath tickled the hairs on my face.  The soft petals of her lips
brushed against my ear with tenderness.  "Flesh of my flesh." I felt her
nipples harden underneath her bra and ripple against my chest.  "I want us
to become one again." Her breath burned, pouring into my ear as her lips
caressed it with hunger.  I felt her move against me as she began to unsnap
her bra.

   I looked down towards her breasts.  I stared in wonder as she yanked off
her bra and tossed it across the kitchen.  The beautiful motherly flesh
consumed my vision, possessing my brain.  Her breasts filled my brain with
damnable thoughts and the sweet scent of her skin stabbed my nostrils.  Her
body wrapped my nose in its scent - musky, sweet, indescribable.

   My mouth flooded with saliva as I stared at her long nipples, already
swollen with heat.  Suddenly, she tossed her head back, laughing, her hair
playing about her face.

   It was the face of Mother.  All but her eyes.  There was a hard light
burning from behind her pupils, hard as flint.  Her eyebrows, their dark
hair all merged together into one long ridge, arched seductively.  It was
the most horrible thing - as if some demon wore my mother's face as a mask,
and I could feel it's presence beneath the skin.  Her pouting lips smiled
with a mixture of motherly love and lust, a god awful mixture.  She smiled
and her tongue rolled over her teeth.

   "Do you want to feel them?" She thrust them towards me and pressed
herself into my chest.  So warm and soft.  Her nipples tickled mine through
the fabric of my shirt.  I felt her hands take mine and bring them up to
her bosom.

   "Please, Mom, Please don't...." I whispered.

   "Shhhhh...don't be shy.  Feel them." She squeezed my hands around the
perfect globes.  Her fingers massaged my fingers into her flesh.  They were
soft and lush.  She took my thumbs and began to trace circles around her
areola.  I watched in wonder as pressure seemed to build behind her pink
nubs, stretching them to the breaking point.  A moan welled up in the
bottom of her throat.  Her cold eyes stared at me as she continued to move
my thumbs around and around.  Her breath tickled my face.  The heat burned
the hairs on my face.  She smiled and leaned forward to press her lips to
mine.  She ground them against me, her tongue stabbing into my mouth.  Her
breath exploded with volcanic heat into me, consuming every rational
thought like tinder.  I began to kiss her back, my own hunger attacking her
mouth with a savage need.

   Her hands dropped my own, and she wrapped her arms tight around me,
holding me in a grip of steel.  Demonic strength seethed through her small,
soft body.  Her nails, longer than I remember, raked at the shirt I was
wearing, digging into my skin.  I didn't notice the cloth ripping under her
attack, not till much later.  I felt the sharp sting of her nails as she
pressed them into me, tugging at my body.  She held me trapped together in
our unholy embrace.  As her tongue and lips explored every inch of my mouth
and face, her hands began to work their way down to pants.  I heard my
pants zipper as she yanked it at it.  What was happening to us.  What was I
doing!  I began to pull my face away from her, my rational thought
desperately beat against my head, fighting against the evil stirring in my
loins.

   She realized I beginning to fight her again.  A deep growl of anger and
frustration bellowed into my ear as her tongue bathed it in her saliva. 
"Don't stop!  Momma didn't tell you to stop!" She shoved me with the
strength of a full grown man across the room.  I bashed against the wall
and crumpled to the floor in utter surprise and fear.  She leaped on me,
and thrust her full weight into pinning me to the floor.  She was a cat
above her bird, ready to toy with it - then devour it.

   Her new perfect breasts shook above me in their freedom, so large and
soft and perfect, jiggling like jell-O as she moved into a sitting
position. Her brown nipples pointed out into the air, elongated and gorged
with blood.  Her tongue ran across her lips and those hard eyes bored into
my brain.

   "I've been fantasizing about this, sweetheart.  Ever since you starting
becoming a man, I wanted to show you how to please a woman." Her breathe
dripped huskily from her mouth.  She began to run her fingers around her
areolas.  "I think you need to be nursed.  Are you hungry?  Want to nurse
from me like when you were a baby?" She began to lean down closer and
closer to my face.  Her breasts drooped over me, hovering, tantalizing me,
the nipples pointing like darts at my face.  She was pressing them closer
and the heady scent poured from them like milk, drenching my senses in a
flood.  Then the two massive pillows of flesh mashed themselves into my
face, smothering my senses.

   Her breath was hot and wet in my ear.  "Take my nipple, love.  Suckle
me." The warm hard flesh forced its way into my mouth.  Her scent was
overpowering.  I began to suck, but no milk came forth - my soul was not
lost by drinking her poisoned essence.  I sucked harder and harder, and
rolled my tongue around her areola.

   "That's good my love....yessss...take my other one..." She fed me her
other breast, and I began to lick and suck savagely at it.  I grasped the
other breast and brought it over to my mouth.  I began to make love to her
two breasts as I held them before me - trying to swallow them in my hunger.
I licked, sucked, and nibbled at every part of them.  Those two white
globes were my world now, every jiggling inch my sole source of reason.

   "Sweet baby....my baby...mommy loves you so much.." She ran her long
fingers through my hair, her nails gently raking my scalp as her breath
tickled into my senses.

   "I wish I had milk for you....Do you want me to make milk for you?  Do
you want mommy to nurse you....to pour my love into you?"

   "Yes!" I almost shouted, though my mouth was still wrapped around her
freckled breast.  I was panting, for there was little room to breath.

   To my startled frustration, she suddenly jump off me, jerking her
breasts from my face.  Her beautiful face looked down at me with that
perverse mix of lust and motherly love that tore at me so brutally.  Her
hard blue eyes glinted.

   "For me to make milk, you must first do your part.  What a man is
supposed to do to a woman...  to his woman." She ran her tongue across her
teeth, and her hands began to tug at her panties.  They dropped and my
heart leaped into my throat.  Her black hair lay in a lush triangle before
my face now.  Her smile widened, and she winked knowingly.  Then like a
cat, she slunk down onto the floor next to me, almost purring.  Her
buttocks thrust high into the air.

   "Mount me, my baby.  My son.  And plant your seed.  Then I can give you
milk...milk for you....and our own..." Her long fingers began to stroke my
aching manhood though my pants.  "Looks like you're more than ready." Her
blue eyes burned like ice, and seemed to consume me.  I was aware of
nothing else but her breath on my face.

   "Give...me...the...seed...."

   Her fingers grabbed at my zipper and tugged it down.  More fingers dove
into the opening and I felt her warm, soft skin, soft as silk, wrap around
my hardness.  The feeling was indescribable - like an electric shock
surging through my body, throwing me into a seizure of ecstasy.  I couldn't
hold back any longer.  I had not "relieved" myself for days now.  Even
after my encounter with the Grandmother, I had never finished and my time
since had been consumed with my worry for Mom.  And now my mother, my own
mother, held my penis in her hands, gently squeezing it, preparing me for
what only beasts do.  Breed with their own family.  It snapped something
deep and primordial within me.  All my pent up frustration, my desires, the
wicked churning in my loins, broke down my dike of self control and erupted
high into the air!  I was a volcano, violently spewing white molten magma
into the warm grip of her hand.  Never had I let loose with so much.  It
spurted and spurted - it dripped and oozed around her clenched fist.  A
groan strangled in the back of my throat, but I still managed to whisper,
"Oh, mom.  Momma, momma!  Can't believe...my own....momma...." My very life
seemed to be draining into her hand.

   Then it was over.  My heart bashed against my chest, thumping in a rapid
machine gun fire.  Gradually, my breath came slower, and my heart began to
slow down.  I could now feel the sweat running all over my body - my
forehead was like a delta - with rivers of salt sweat dripping over my
skin. Her hand still tightly held my manhood, held it as it shrunk.  Then
slowly, she let it go.  It flopped down against my stomach, free of that
wonderful sheath of fingers.  I cracked open my eyes and looked at her.  I
had closed them tight as the waves of orgasm had thrown me about, and now I
looked at her.  Her eyes were still hard, but her face did not look as
lusciously brimming with lust as it had been.  She looked very irritated.

   "Baby," her voice came laced with steel, "you came too early.  All this
wonderful seed was for planting, for breeding.  And now it's all wasted. 
So much beautiful, youthful seed..." Her voiced drifted for an instant. 
Then she glared hard at me again.  She held her hand close to my face.  A
pool of thick, gooey, rich semen pooled in the bottom of her palm.  There
was so much - you could not see her palm through the pearly liquid.  The
smell of it was strong and tingled my nostrils.  I had never smelled my own
essence before.  "Next time I'll make sure to mount you early, so I won't
have to see such a waste again.  You might enjoy that more anyway,
pumpkin." She smiled again and then snaked her tongue out...out toward her
palm.  "Just think," she whispered, "this could have been another brother
or sister for you." Then...then...she licked her palm.  Her tongue ran
through the seed, smeared it, lapped it up like a dog, licking with a
feverish glow in her eyes, drinking up every bit of her own child's sperm,
licking her hand and sucking her fingers like cocks.  My soft penis
twitched and I groaned with inexpressible arousal.  I suddenly realized
that I would be ready to mate again, very soon, and this time she, my own
mother, would take me as her mate and mount me.  Like the Hasil woman.  I
think I was more than ready to resign myself to my incestuous fate.

   "MOM!  MOM!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" The scream was from my brother.  I
tore my gaze from the succubus that now inhabited my mother's body, and saw
my brother standing on the other side of the kitchen, his face twisted in a
grimace of disgust and jealous hatred.

   "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MOTHER!" he screamed in heart-broken agony.

   "It's not what it looks like!" I told him, not believing it even as I
said it.

   "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?" His eyes glowed in their venom.

   "Believe me; he hasn't done anything to her yet!" We all three turned as
a family to see Mrs.  Haima Sahil standing at the entrance to the room. 
Her exquisite body stood draped only in a panty and bra.  The lascivious
smile on her face would have impressed the Devil himself.

   "What's wrong tiger?  What's got you so upset?" she purred at my
brother, walking up to him, her hips swaying.  "I think Shoba has made a
change for the better, don't you?  She used to be so sweet, and icky icky
innocent, completely naive to the absolute power of a Goddess that lay
within her."

   She looked over at Mom, who sat upon the floor, her face no longer
filled with lustful ferocity but contorted with confusion.  The succubus in
her was receding.

   "Now, she's more beautiful, more passionate, certainly more loving." She
giggled.  "And more fertile too." She left that hanging in the air with a
pregnant pause.

   "She's changing into the perfect woman.  Without blemish.  Just like you
boys wanted."

   My brother and I saw both whispered "What!" in disbelief.  Haima was now
standing right before my brother, her body heat bouncing off his nervous
body, her scent wafting about his head, sending the hairs on his body
prickling.  I noticed the bulge in his boxers slowly twitching awake.  I
flashed back to that night in the hallway, seeing his enormous erection
swelling to magnificent, godlike proportions.  It was beginning again.  I
looked over at my mother.  Her eyes were glued on her son's growing desire
as well.  Her eyes were vacant in their hypnotic fascination.  Her lips
parted and the pink tip of her tongue flecked across their pouting surface.
Her nostrils began to flare, and I knew the demon was beginning to
resurface.  I had to do something!

   "You have no business here, you disgusting whore!  You've done nothing
but bring evil into my family since we've moved here!  Now get out before I
throw you out!"

   My brother dropped his jaw in shock, my mother eye's bulged in surprise.
Haima's face showed no emotion for a few seconds, as silence hung about the
kitchen.  Then she laughed.  Her laughter cut through us all like a blade.
"I've done nothing to any of you that you didn't really want - NEED.  I
didn't force you or your brother into my bed.  I didn't force your mother
to nurse from my breast.  Your father being gone all the time, her insides
burned with desires she did not know she had.  But she took my love
instinctually.  She is what she is now, because she wants to be.  It's what
she was born to be!"

   Her baleful eyes, glowing red with triumph, drifted over to where my
mother had finally brought her self to her feet.  She stood their unsteady,
her knees shaking.  Her eyes still churned with confusion.  My brother
barely muffled a groan as he took in her naked form - it was the first time
he had a good view of her newly changed body.  I saw his boxers straining,
ready to explode under the pressure.

   "What are your saying, Haima?" she whispered.  "I didn't want any of
this to happen.  How could you think that....I'm possessed by something
evil, something perverse, something I don't want any part of!"

   "Please, it didn't look like you were particularly struggling there with
your oldest on the floor, trying to mount him.  It looked to me like you
were having a grand old time!"

   "Mother...." my brother was glaring at her, his jealousy had returned,
now mixed with his arousal at her naked body.  "How could you do that with
him....with Somanshu...moms aren't supposed to do that."

   "I don't know sweetheart, I couldn't control it.  It was as if something
was inside me, moving my body like a puppet.  I knew what I was doing but
IT was making me do it, and making me enjoy it..." she broke into a guilt
ridden sob of horror.

   Jacob's eyes were filling with tears as well, tears of anger at the way
his mother was acting.  Haima rolled her eyes in exasperation.

   "Oh for goodness sake's, people!  You act as if you just murdered
someone!  You are embarking on a new and exciting lifestyle, in a new and
thrilling form.  Ecstasy should be coursing through your bodies right now,
but your are fighting it too damn much!" There was a faint glow behind her
eyes, and her voice was beginning to deepen.  "Embrace what you are
becoming!  Become what you were meant to be!" Her voice was now the deep
horrible snarl of an animal, nothing feminine about it anymore - nothing
human.  Her eyes were glowing now, the reddishness of her eyes blazing
hellfire.  She smiled her basilisk smile, and we three could see her
canines begin to strain through the flesh of her gums.  Mother gasped in
horror, and Jacob gasped in shock as Haima's hand grasped his manhood
through the boxers.  "Seems as if I will have to help the two of you
along." She laughed deep and mockingly.  Then she dropped to her knees.

   "Get away from him!" I yelled, bounding across the kitchen towards the
couple.  Haima reached up from where she was on the floor, and with one
powerful shoved from her muscled arms, I was thrown back against the oven.
Her flesh flowed with the strength of the beast.  I lay there dazed, the
room swirling around me and my cracked head.

   "Watch as I pleasure your son now, Shoba.  You'll be doing this soon, so
take notes." Her pink tongue arched from her lips and began to lick and
lap, slowly and mercilessly teasing his manhood beneath the thin fabric of
his boxers.  "Hmmm....how 'bout we get rid of those." With a quick pull the
shorts were down at his ankles and the enormous phallus of some pagan god
sprung into the air - stretching as an offering towards Mrs.  Sahil's open
mouth.  Without pausing to admire the youth's new equipment, her steaming
mouth impaled itself upon the monster, plunging Jacob into an electric
ecstasy of churning saliva and dancing tongue.  He grasped the counter to
hold himself up, his face contorted in the horrible agony of it.  The
woman's tongue danced and rolled and undulated over his shaft as her hand
massaged his scrotum.  She could feel the wealth of sperm swollen in his
glands, begging for explosion.  She mercilessly teased his pee hole with
her tongue.  Haima raised her mouth off his straining need, gently tugging
a long strand of spit up from the swollen head of his penis.  She looked
into my mother's face.  Mother was mesmerized, and I could see her nipples
sprouted at full attention.  Her face had that vacant look again.

   "Won't the real Shobee come out and play?" She pouted her lips and
sucked the bridge of spit and precum into her mouth.  Jacob hissed between
his teeth.  Haima grinned up at him and ran her tongue over her voluptuous
mouth of fully sprouted animal teeth.

   I watched in terrified wonder as the faint beginnings of a smile begin
to play across the lips of my mother.  Her nostrils were flaring and her
eyes began to twinkle with a presence I had seen there before.  "I can
smell him," she whispered to herself.  She began to slink across the
kitchen in the their direction.  She was gently manipulating her breasts,
tweaking her own nipples as they rose in fierce arousal.  Her breath came
in short pants.  I would have risen to stop her, but my head still swam
with pain.

   Haima smiled her savage smile, and plunged her horrible bestial mouth
upon my brother's manhood.  Her tongue churned and worshiped over its
impossible length, and it still seemed to be stretching somehow in length,
centimeter by centimeter attaining mind boggling proportions.  He groaned
hoarsely and closed his eyes.  Mom at last had made it over to them and
stared with magnetic fascination at her son's organ.  "I can smell him,
Haima," she whispered.  "I've never smelled anything like it." She licked
her lips, drool beginning to pour over the rim of her mouth.

   Haima looked up from her oral masterpiece and nipped at the head.  Jacob
winced in pain.  She laughed, deep and devilish.  "You smell his need,
Shobee.  He's sending out his musk for you, calling you to bed, for
joining. It's a call as old as creation - the man calling his woman to
become one and to take his seed into her body.  A call for the goddess to
create a new life from the offering of her devotee.  Your body longs for
that offering, doesn't it?"

   "Yes, I need the....I need the seed......."

   Mother's voice was deepening and taking on a harsh and metallic edge. 
The drool dripped like a water fall from her mouth and eyes took on a
strange glow.  The succubus was controlling her again.  She dropped to her
knees.  Her eyes, burning with a strange yellow light, looked up at my
brother.  Her lips pouted, like a innocent baby.  "Mommy needs it so bad,
sweetheart.  You don't understand it.  I need it so bad, my body hurts. 
The pain in my empty womb....it's calling for you.  Please, I need you to
come back.  Come back to where you came from.  Back to where I grew you."

   My brother, through a veil of bewildered tears, gasped, "Yes, yes, I'll
do anything for you, Mom.  Just make this feeling go away.  I'm about to
explode!  I love you so much - I want to be your husband...."

   "Not mommy's husband," corrected Mrs.  Sahil, "but her mate.  Her
breeding stud.  Her worshiper."

   "Yes," Mother's face began to twist and contort into a mask of pure
animal hunger and lust.  "Breed your mother - Stud me." Then lowered her
mouth with it's searing heat upon the head of her youngest child's penis,
engulfing it in agonizing slow motion.  There was a light smile written on
her open mouth.  My brother's body shook in a seizure of pleasurable
torture, feeling her mouth bathe his manhood in saliva and begin to taste
and lightly lick his straining need.  She was teasing him with her skills,
skills she had not used since college, coming back to her in a wave of
absolute and indescribable freedom.  It washed over her body, sending
shivers over her own flesh.  She licked the underside of his head with wild
abandon, looking up into his face and giving him a wicked wink.  She wanted
him to cum, and flicked he tongue underneath his tool's head in an awful
dance of flesh on flesh, coaxing his need to cum spewing forth.  She pulled
back suddenly from her son's tool, spit splattering across the floor, and
threw her head back to let loose the snarl.  It was an invitation.

   His great tool of creation began to shoot its pent up seed, spewing like
a burning geyser.  It bathed my mother's face in a thick coat of sperm,
covering every inch of her face in a hanging web of it.  He yelled in his
exultant relief, "Mom, Mom, it's all for you!" It continued to pump and
pump onto her face and into her gaping mouth.  A deep pool of seed swelled
upon her tongue.  "For you, mom.  For you..." he moaned between gritted
teeth.  At last he finished ejaculating his sea of youthful sperm all over
the upper torso of his goddess.  She looked up at him through a mask of his
essence and closed her voracious lips - slowly for all to see.  She
swallowed with a loud smack of delicious satisfaction.  Then, a rapacious
smile spread across that defiled face that had once belonged to my mother,
and she let loose a howl of savage ecstasy - like a rabid animal that has
just felt the sweet taste of fresh blood across its tongue.

   And I knew I had just lost my mother - forever.



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   Several days passed.  Mother stayed in her room.  I would bring food to
her on a tray.  I tried to convinced to come out and eat it, but she
refused - when she did respond.  Most of the time I just left the tray
there, and would come back a few hours later, finding it eaten.  Quite
messily too.  There was food residue smeared all over it, like she had
ravenously torn everything to pieces as she ate it.  That did not bode
well. My brother had been in his room for the past few days too, not locked
up, but sleeping like the dead.  I was beginning to get worried.  It
reminded me too much of what had happened to Mother.  I never saw him go
downstairs to eat or anything.  He just slept deeply and peacefully.  Sis
was in and out off and on, though I think she was spending most of her time
at a friend's house.  I don't know.  That whole week was one long blur for
me.  I think she knew something was wrong with Mom, and therefore wanted to
avoid being in the house, so she wouldn't feed the aching confusion inside.
She was in denial.  As I said before, several days passed before things
became even more bizarre and terrible.  It was the evening of the third
day, I guess, since my brother had passed out in his room.  I was walking
up the stairs, heading to my own room to turn in for the night, when a
unfamiliar sound pricked at my eardrums.  It was coming from around the
corner, where the stairway joined the upper hallway.  I crept closer to the
edge of the stairs.  I peered with dread around the corner.

   I was not prepared for what I saw.

   It was my brother.  He stood in the dark hallway, in front of my
parent's door.  Totally naked.  Maybe it was the dark of the hallway, but
he seemed to be rippling with muscle - his body, no longer ugly and
scrawny, was hard and cut, like a high school football star.  Smooth muscle
moved liquidly in the shadow.

   He was masturbating.  He stood before the door, massaging an enormous
phallus sprouting from between his legs.  Much longer than any penis I had
ever seen - even in a porno.  Hard, shiny, and curved, it reached out in
longing towards the door, as his hand rubbed up and down it's unnatural
length.  He mumbled beneath his breath.

   I leaned my head in closer.

   I could barely make out what he was saying.  It seemed like he was
whispering....."mother, mother, mother....My mother....take you....Mother!
Stud.....you....Mother!" His hand moved faster and faster as he chanted. 
The sound of his urgent whispers churned with the sound of skin slapping
against his palm.  Faster, faster...he pumped with an animal ferocity.  The
phallus grew, almost in perceptively, but it WAS stretching it's length
higher and higher as his groans became more urgent.  It approached obscene
proportions, like some ancient fertility god.

   His penis was now his entire being - his reason for existence.  It
jutted from his body like another arm, pointing to the door, pointing in
the direction of...  our mother's bed.

   He was jacking himself off at a whirlwind pace and his whisperings were
now grunts.  "I smell you Momma....Need you so bad....Stud....Must
Stud....My woman....I Smell You Mother!" He strangled a cry in his throat,
thrust his head back, and let go of his epic manhood.  His penis exploded
in a geyser of white seed, spewing and squirting against my parent's door!
He groaned and gasped as his new found manhood jerked wildly in the air,
ejecting more and more of his essence.  It lashed against the door,
painting it with a thick coat of white jelly.  I could smell the musky
scent of it from where I was watching.

   His young body jerked in seizures of intense pleasure.  His fists
clenched like steel machines, his buttocks jerked back and forth, in the
throws of something titanic.  His primordial fertility thrust and thrust
into the air, spewing its offering to The Female, exulting in its own
virility.

   Then, after almost two minutes of shuddering orgasm, his head sunk into
his chest and his whole body relaxed.  He stood there panting, a dripping
delta of sweat, waiting for his heart beat to slow down.  He stared down at
his erection as it deflated and became human again.

   He leaned his head against the door.  I couldn't be sure, but I thought
that he was crying now.  For a few seconds, I swear I could hear sobs in
the dark night about us.  Then he moved away from the door and began to
shuffle in my direction.  I quickly, but softly, darted down the stairs and
got out of sight before he came to where I had been playing the voyeur.  I
listened to him as he skulked back to his room and closed the door.  Crying
still.

   I was sure now.  Somehow, he had been gotten to and soon he would be a
beast.  Just as our mother, I was almost sure, would be before long.  If
only I could get her to come out of her room.  So I could know for sure
what was happening to her.



   Fury raged within me.  No longer hot and bothered by the strange
experience I had just had, I was instead filled with an insensible, all
consuming rage.  Mrs.  Haima Sahil did this to my mom!  Why!  Why!  We had
never done anything to her, why put us through this hell?  Why try to make
my mom like her.  She was so sweet and kind.  Well, she wouldn't get away
with it.  I wouldn't stand for her to transform my mom into some sort of
Nymphet.  I would go over to that house of damnable perversion, and face
her.  And make her change my mother back.

   I stormed out of the house, directing my steps in the Haima's direction
- still trying keep the vision of those erect, suckable brown nipples, and
my mother's laughter out of my burning brain.  * * * * *

   I was about to turn into the Haima's driveway when I felt a heavy hand
touch my shoulder.  A man's voice filled my ears.

   "Don't be in such a hurry to dance with the devil, son."

   I turned and found myself looking at an elderly man of around 70.  He
was short but his presence seemed to exude a strength, an intense power,
that ill befitted his tiny frame.

   "What?  What are you talking about?"

   "I saw where you were heading...and I wouldn't advise it.  Though, I am
sure that you have already experience something of that bitch's power.  I
still would not tempt fate again by walking into the lion's mouth." He
seemed to know entirely too much about my nervous deflowerment.  Who the
hell was he?

   "Who the hell are you?"

   "Watch the mouth, son.  I am Bal Thakeray the local pundit." There was a
Kali Mandir in a cave on the top of the hill where people did occasional
puja.  "I am here to save you from becoming like the rest of this town."

   "Like the rest of the town?"

   "Don't pretend innocence.  I've been watching you and your family since
you moved in.  I knew it was only a matter of time, a short matter of time,
before Mrs.  Hasil tried to include you and your family in her kennel."

   I know my face turned pale, showing him that I knew as much as he
thought I did.

   "Yes, my boy, the fears you have been having are more than justified. 
Now, let's not stand out here any longer.  We may be seen...by her.  Let us
find a more convenient place to chat.  You have much to learn about this
little corner of Hell."

   We went to the Madir - old and empty.  Dust and an ancient musty smell
drifty throughout.  I wondered if people even still used it.  The only
light poured dimly through the stained glass of three enormous and gothic
windows.  The pundit motioned for me to sit.

   "The story of this town goes back hundreds of years, so that is where
OUR story must begin.  Have you ever heard of the Aghoris?  Aghoris that
were persecuted for sacrilege?  Thousands were killed, many massacres
soaked the soil of India in gore.  So a small group of these Aghoris made a
great exodus, fraught with peril, and settled here.  But unfortunately they
brought something else with them."

   He broke off his story and looked around a few times, still worried that
somebody may be watching us.  He bent closer to me and began to speak in
somewhat lower tones.

   "India, in those times, was not only plagued with civil strife but also
with a plague of a more demonic nature, for at night, all the powers of
evil held full sway and the Loup-garous made the forests and fields of
India their own.  Loup-garous: Werewolves.  Human beings who take the shape
of their inner beast.  A disease, not unlike our own AIDS virus, that is
transmitted through blood or body fluid exchange, that mutates the host DNA
bringing out all the most bestial and savage within the human form.  Man
has never been horribly far up on the evolutionary ladder from the beasts.
This disease knocks him back down to that level.  Not only mentally, but,
in some perverse way, physically too.  The victims change to a more animal
version of themselves...some more fully animal than others.  But change
they do."

   "So that's why Mrs.  Hasil began to sprout hair and teeth and..."

   "Yes, that's right.  But do not jump too far ahead of me."

   "Sorry."

   "Forgiven.  Now, one of these Hugonots, apparently, had the lycanthropic
disease in his or her system.  So, when they all moved to this isolated
area, there was no way for the other poor isolated people to escape the
clutches of the disease.  All eventually were infected and all soon became
more animal than human.  And so the centuries pass...the town never loses
the infection, and there are always just enough outsiders, like yourselves,
who move in to keep the population from inbreeding too much.  But all these
outsiders are also infected, and become these creatures of the night like
all the others."

   "Is there no escape of us outsiders?"

   "Hardly any but there is way of breaking a spell with a spell.  You can
try that But I can't assure you anything" He said.

   "I want to try." I told him and he went on to tell me

   `YOU NEED: black candle, water and a black bowl.  - PLACE THE CANDLE
INTO THE BLACK BOWL, FIX THE CANDLE TO THE BOWL USING THE WAX DRIPPINGS
FROM THE CANDLE SO THAT IT STANDS ALONE.  FILL THE BOWL TO THE RIM WITH
FRESH WATER, WITHOUT WETTING THE WICK.  BREATHE DEEPLY AND MEDITATE FOR A
COUPLE OF MINUTES.  WHEN YOUR MIND IS CLEAR, LIGHT THE CANDLE.  VISUALIZE
THE POWER OF THE SPELL CAST AGAINST YOU AS LIVING WITHIN THE CANDLES FLAME.
AS THE CANDLE BURNS DOWN, IT WILL SPLUTTER AND GO OUT AS IT TOUCHES THE
WATER.  AS IT IS EXTINGUISHED BY THE WATER, THE SPELL IS BROKEN .FINALLY,
DIG A HOLE IN TO THE GROUND, POUR THE WATER INTO IT, THEN BURY THE CANDLE.'

   The Pundit had kept me in the Madir for most of the day, continuing his
explanation of the curse that now was taking root within my own family. 
All that mattered to me was finding a way to save my family from further
damage.



   <><><><><><>



   I bought the candle and bowl before reaching home.  I went straight to
my room and did what was advised by Bal Thakeray.  After burying the candle
I suddenly felt my cock hardening.  What was happening?  I have to check on
my mom.  I moved towards her room.  Mom was asleep on her stomach with her
sheets covering her.  If I had been a good son I would have let her sleep,
but I had been a good boy all day and with her I was permitted to be
myself. I ripped the covers from the bed and it woke her.  I grabbed her
legs and pulled my mother to me.  I kept pulling until I could grind my
hardon into her nightgown-covered ass.

   Wolves know each other's needs and that instinct caused her to naturally
struggle hard against me.  It was what I needed, to seize control of the
world around me, to force it into the shape I desired.  I put my weight
onto her ass pinning her to the bed.  She tried to turn around but I put
both hands on her upper back.  She thrashed about but could not stop me as
I grabbed her nightgown in both hands and ripped it down the middle of her
back.  She strained to make me release her but I was almost mindless as I
continued to tear the nightgown to her ass.  I moved so that my knee was on
her lower back keeping her in place as I finished the tear to the bottom of
the nightgown.  She was not wearing panties just as I had instructed her
long ago.  The neck and the bottom of the gown were not torn but that was
good.  I grabbed the neck of the gown and pulled her upper body up with it.


   I wrapped an arm around her.  I used the hold to get the neck of the
gown over her head.  She fought me by moving her head until I had to grab
her throat to get it over.  She resisted me as I moved my hand to allow the
gown to fall down her breasts.  She grabbed my arm and dug her nails into
it.  The room turned red as I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled
her head back.  I stepped back and continued pulling until she came off the
bed and the gown dropped from her body.  I pushed her back on to the bed
and rushed to pin her by pressing my crotch into her ass.

   She tried to get me off by putting her hands on the bed and trying to
push backwards.  Since I had pinned her with my lower body, I was able to
take my t-shirt off.  I had stepped out of my shoes and socks on the way to
her room so that left my sweats.  I drew my hand above my head and brought
it down on her asscheek.  She arched her back and pushed into my crotch
harder in reaction to the blow.  I brought the hand down on the other
asscheek and this time she tried to move away from me onto the bed.  I
reached down and wrapped her hair in my fist again to stop her.  Her
movements freed me to push my sweats and underwear down my body.  I used my
legs to move them down to my feet and kicked them aside.  Her move up the
bed had aligned her ass better for my cock, which was hard in that way
which only comes on when anger and frustration are dancing with desire. 
She moved her head trying to make me release her hair and I could hear the
growls coming from her.  She fought me as I reached down with my hand
grabbed her asscheek warm from the slap I had given it and opened her as
much as I could while aligning myself.  She fought me right up until the
moment when I thrust hard into her body.  Her body was wet as she always
was seconds after I expressed my need.  She surrendered her depth before my
invading cock.  I thrust into her and something in her body added a pulling
force, it was probably only her moving backward to meet my thrust but it
seemed like much more.  I drove into her until the inside of my hips were
warmed by the irritation my hand had caused on her ass.  Her pussy bore
down on my cock as she came hard in response to her struggles and my
domination.  I let go of her hair and her body fell to the bed.  It was
time to exert a different kind of control.  I grabbed her other asscheek
with the hand that had just been in her hair and spread her for my thrusts.
I pulled back and thrust as hard as I could into her.  She grunted in
reaction and to give me the pleasure of hearing her sounds.

   I fucked my mother then not as a man but as one of our kind.  It was a
mindless thrusting in and out of her as hard as I could, as fast as I
could. I was keeping what I did not want to feel at bay with the sounds of
our bodies striking each other and her grunts of pleasure.  For the first
time ever, the girls' presence in the house did not matter to me.  I did
not care if both of them stormed into the room.  I wanted what I wanted and
I was going to get it whatever the expense.  My mother thrust\ back equally
mindless of our situation as her second orgasm came upon her with a force
to rival anything I had ever seen.  I thrust throughout her climax as it
caused her to scream out loud.  I did not care about the sound; I did not
care about anything except the feel of her pussy wrapped around my dick as
I thrust faster and harder, driving myself to an orgasm.

   I let go of her asscheecks and grabbed her hips to give me added
leverage as I felt my end approaching.  It was not a bitter end, like the
one I had to swallow with Rachel.  She put her hands over mine and squeezed
and released me with her pussy.  It was not what I wanted; I wanted less
from her, for her to be a vessel of my male pleasure.  Her actions on my
cock brought the anger and the frustration to the forefront, and a part of
me knew she had done it on purpose.  A wolf knowing what another wolf
needed.  I thrust into her not with desire but with anger and frustration.
She stopped squeezing and took my thrusts.  This was why I needed one of my
own.

   I fucked my mother driving my anger and frustration into her body with
each thrust.  The change of emotion forced my orgasm back far enough to
give her enough time to start another one.  Her body bore down on my cock
as her third orgasm pounded into her in the rhythm of my thrusts.  It was
the last thing I needed to cleanse myself, to have to fight my cock in and
out of her body as it reacted to the pleasure I was causing.  It poured out
of my body.  The anger, the frustration, the desire, the feelings of
teenage angst as I came.  I screamed as I ground my hips into my mother's
ass feeling the depth of her body clutching and releasing the head of my
dick.  I collapsed on top of her and with my forehead between her shoulder
blades I released the last of my emotions in a silent scream.  She held
still beneath me.  A wolf knowing what another wolf needed.  Finally, I
pulled myself out of her and crawled onto her bed dragging her with me.  I
put my head on the same pillow as hers and pulled the cover over both us.
We lay there spooned together.  I did not care anymore if we were
discovered.  Anyone finding us would just have to deal with it; I did not
care anymore.

   May Allah save you from black magic of all kinds, calamities and
problems?  Ameen <><><><><><><>



   As things were getting out of control I asked mom to meet the Pundit Bal
Thakeray.  Mom agreed reluctantly.  However when we started for the temple
I was a little surprised that My Mother was wearing a thin, synthetic
chiffon see through saree which was three inches below her round deep
navel. It revealed her breasts and cleavage through her very low and wide
cut blouse.

   "I welcome you here my child." Said Bal Thakeray.

   My Mother smiled and said, rather overdoing the warm fuzzies, "and I
have to say I feel lucky to meet you.'

   "Put your hands in mine," he said as they faced each other.

   "Are you ready to turn your life over to Shiva?" He asked her firmly,
looking directly into her eyes.

   "Yeah, whatever."

   "For this you will have to come to sacred room."

   He moved behind the big deity of Shiva where a door was.  Beyond the
door was a private bedroom.  As soon as he entered the room he grabbed mom
by the waist and moved her so that he was behind her.

   "Stretch your arms behind you, like this," he said, and he took My
Mother's arms and moved them so that her knuckles were resting in the small
of her back.  Then he pulled her elbows back so that they were almost
parallel facing behind her.

   "And bring your shoulders back, stand straight," he pulled her shoulders
back.  For some reason My Mother did not move a muscle, kind of froze in
this pose and looked around at their faces.

   I felt extremely uncomfortable with his brazen behavior, and he just
stared at My Mother's body.  Her body was accentuated dramatically so that
her breasts were sticking out like extra large Watermelon.

   Bal Thakeray then had the audacity to reach around My Mother with his
arms and put his hands on her big breasts, squeezing them several times. 
His fingers were stretching out over the massive flesh.

   "Baba jee" I yelled, "What are you doing!"

   "I am trying to take evil out of her" he assured me and moved his hands
back in an exaggerated gesture, with a big "I'm so sorry" expression on his
face.  "Listen boy, she is a bride of devil and I have to make her a bride
of Shiva."

   "How?" I asked

   "By marrying her" He replied.

   "To whom?"

   "To me"

   I felt a jolt of electricity running through my body.

   My Mother continued posing the same way, until the pundit began to
devour her lips with his big lips.  My mother was in shock.  She tried to
fight him and make him stop at the beginning.

   "That is inappropriate Baba.  You know I'm a married woman and you are a
man of god."

   "What are you talking about my child?  The devils in your body will only
leave through your `Choot' [sexual cavity].  How dare you accuse me of
filthy things?"

   "I am sorry Baba jee.  I didn't mean any disrespect." mom said,

   "You must understand that if the demons stay inside you they might kill
you.  Are you ready to serve me in any way necessary?"

   "Yeas, I am more than happy and obliged to help you in your exorcism"

   She tried to deny the pleasure and the lust she felt for the man but she
couldn't hold up much longer.  I heard my mother moan from the long kiss
she was sharing with the pundit.

   I saw his tongue inside my mother's mouth as he was grabbing her hair.
He seemed to know how to control women.  He was an alpha dog and my mother
knew that she was helpless to stop him.

   The Pundit forced her open her sari and shoved a hand inside saya.  Soon
he had his middle finger under her Sari and fingering her hot wet cunt.

   He dropped his `Lungi' on floor.  As it hit the ground, mom was shocked
to witness the huge priest in his naked glory.  Her eyes blazed through the
priest's hard body devouring the sculpted muscles until they reached the
organs between his legs.  Mom's eyes were focused on his large cock. 
Flaccid, his cock nearly reached his lower thigh with a girth of a bottle
of beer.

   "Come closer dear.  It won't bite" said the priest smiling
mischievously.

   As if drawn to it, the mother approached him and slowly reached his
thick cock with the hand where she wore her wedding ring.

   As the ring given by dad touched the man's dirty cock, a shiver crossed
his body allowing him to flex his big muscles and mom to sense a weird
wetness in her pussy.

   Without telling her what to do, mom began rubbing the huge shaft up and
down with one hand at first.  As the cock began to stiffen and lengthen,
she was obliged to hold it with both hands.  The mother couldn't believe
how heavy the priest's member was.

   "I know you are a respectful woman but the exorcism won't happen without
shaking the inside walls of your womb"

   As he took mother's hand, he began disrobing and asked her to take off
her saree and her petticoat and get ready for the exorcism.

   A few minutes later, the fairy mother and the pundit were completely
naked.  If someone saw them in that state they would assume that the Pundit
is the husband and mom is his wife.  And who sees his erect thick torpedo
would be assured that mom was going to be in pain and pleasure once he uses
his male member on her female organs.

   As he lied on the bed, his hands behind his head, he told mom that he is
sensing the demons about to go on again and he needs to stab them now.

   Urging her to get on the bed, my poor mother complied.  She felt her
juices beginning to flow which was a natural reaction for a woman watching
a man like Baba Bal Thakeray with all his muscles and his big cock and
balls fully erect.

   "Lower yourself so I can stab the demons in your womb," instructed
Pundit.

   Holding the black monster in her hand, mom squatted above it and lowered
herself.  As soon as the stiff member touched the lips of her vagina, the
shiver and electricity crossing her body made her knees weak obliging her
to get fully and fastly impaled in the cock.

   "Please stop.  I can't take it anymore," screamed mom.

   "Her screams are actually the screams of evil spirits." He said to me.

   He began his fucking again as he slammed into mom's tender vagina, his
big cock filling her completely and stretching her to limits dad could
never dreams of reaching.

   As she began lowering and raising herself on the cock, mom unconsciously
began pinching her nipples.  Seeing that, the Pundit told her that some of
the demons are trying to escape from the upper portion of her body. 
Without a delay he took the big melon breasts in his hands and began
mauling them as he continued to ram his cock up mom's overflowing cunt.

   Taking one of the nipples in his lips, mom's moans escaped her throat as
her pleasure moved between her cunt and breasts.  The Pundit devoured mom's
big breasts and bit on her nipples like a man crazed with lust under the
pretense of fighting the incumbent demons.

   Fifteen minutes and fifteen orgasms later, mom's voice was hoarse from
the screaming and the moaning.

   As mom felt the Pundit climax inside her, she felt her womb being filled
with a burning hot liquid.  The Pundit filled mom's fertile womb with his
seed until cum began to flow from her cunt on the bed.  As he popped his
cock out of her, mom tried to cover her breasts but pain from the sex bites
coursed through her, reminding her of the masculinity of this black Pundit.

   As he finished cumming, the Pundit exhaled and congratulated mom on a
good fight against the demons.

   "I must have killed one or two demons with this session.  Good job
woman."

   As he put on his clothes again and threw mom the petticoat and saree to
wear again, the Pundit came near me and told me.

   "She should be better now but I am sure she will need a few more
sessions."

   "You son of a bitch, you are no pundit ..."

   "Cool down son, your mom is not the first married woman I fucked, I have
already fucked half the married women of area" he grinned like a...  DEVIL.

   /\/\