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 Hello, friends and incest lovers all around the world, this is my story and
this is not just a story, it is a true happening of my life which has
changed the world for me.  Yes, bless me for I am married to my son.  We
live as husband and wife in the suburbs of Punjab where I attend to his
children and he goes to the office.  Well, to know how it started and got
to the present day, read on.  My sons name is rinku

   I belong to a very conservative family of Brahmins.  My father being a
priest, and this has been the family occupation for generations, was a very
pious man and so was my mother.  Thus my upbringing was very religious and
I learnt Sanskrit from my father and became very good at it.  My father had
a huge library of ancient Sanskrit texts where I used to read sometimes. 
Slowly my grasp over language became so good that I could understand
difficult and cryptic texts with a slight of my hand.  Other than all this
reading my routine was fairly conservative and very devotional.  There used
to be some religious function almost everyday around our house and I used
to sing praises of god in them.  I used to wear saffron robes at times.  I
was the outcome of generations of the purity of Brahmins.  Normally I wore
ghagra choli at home.  That was until I reached puberty.  My mother told me
about the periods and all and I was told to wear a rag on those days
beneath my panties.  Even my panties were of religious saffron color. 
Then, it went on and I started developing flesh on my breast and my nipples
would sometime poke from the dress but since we lived in a very religious
atmosphere, I guess no one noticed it.

   I might have been 18 when I discovered a huge pile of ancient Sanskrit
texts labeled as " kama-yoga", " rati- swaad rahasya" , " matri bhagah hi
moksha" and even a copy of vastyayan' kamasutra.  I think that was the
time, I had become mature enough to understand them so I sat there and
started to study them.  That was my first encounter to sex as I read I
could feel my body arousing.  Perhaps, for the first time in my life, I was
wet.  I went on reading them and I will briefly tell here what those books
were about.  At first kama yoga book was related to the feelings of sex in
male and female.  Then there were chapters detailed on anatomy of each and
it helped me understand my clitoris.  There were postures of sex which were
hand-drawn and apart from missionary position there were many other
difficult postures for sex.  Then there was a detailed discussion on
morality and purity during sex and faithfulness to the other partner.  The
second book was a Sanskrit stories collection of incest among gods and
goddesses and how they were the sons and daughters of each other and yet
they mated for sex.  There was one particular erotic story of ganesha
bathing parvati nude and one other of kamadeva having sex with his mother ,
rati.  But besides these books and kamasutra, the third book caught my
attention.

   It was called "matribhagah hi moksha".  I read the chapters with great
enthusiasm as they were meant for someone pure like me in body and mind. 
As I flipped through the pages, I got to know that this was a book meant
for conceiving a child who will then have ritual intercourse with his
mother's vagina when he attains puberty.  I kept on reading it and finished
it in a few hours.  The book inspired me to build my desires for having a
boy and then mating with him, as gods did in heavens.  The book also had a
detailed procedure of how to do it.  I was required to chant kamadava's and
rati's name everyday for about 10000 times.  This was huge but me being a
very religious girl, found it pretty easy.  Then, there were the sixteen
fasts for lord Shiva on Monday which I duly adhered to.  There was also one
ceremony or worshipping nude which I did at night.  I stripped myself and
then chanted in front of the phallus of lord Shiva.  I kept it doing for
about 4-5 years and then my parents married me to a renowned priest of the
neighboring village in Punjab.

   My married life was not an exciting one as my husband was also very
religious and he had sex with me once a week or at the most two and that
too in a very non-sexual kind of manner.  In fact, he considered sex to be
a bad ingredient of human beings as it blinds them to god.  But, as far as
I was concerned, I craved for longer sex sessions.  This went on for some
time and then I gave birth to our beloved son, kamam.  I was still immersed
in my devotional routine when my son grew up.  When he was about 3-4 years
old I used to bathe him nude with me.  I was so fascinated by his small
prick that I sucked it for hours together.  Soon, he grew up and reached
puberty.

   He must have been 12 years old when I spotted an erection on him.  I was
bathing him as usual , I was naked too , and I started cleaning his pubic
area with curd and sandalwood paste ( we were pretty rich to bathe in
sandalwood paste and curd) when my hand continuously brushed against his
groin , he little rod probably stiffened as I touched it a number of times.
Then after bathing him, I lunged on his semi-erect prick and sucked it like
a lollypop.  I was, more than sure that I was going to get my reward in a
matter of weeks.

   I was more than happy now.  My bathing sessions with him continued
unabated and at night now I was sleeping with him on the pretext on my
teaching.  My husband used to be away most of the time for one or other
religious function and I had good enough time free with my son.  There were
only two of us in that huge house which had 10 rooms and it had a very
tastefully decorated garden.  The garden had, in fact, many hibiscus
flowers in it which symbolized female fertility.  It also had a huge marble
phallus of lord Shiva at the center of it.  Every morning I used to get up
early and then collect those hibiscus flowers and then used to lay them
down on phallus and meditate sitting nude besides offering the ritual
chants for consummation with my son and attainment of moksha.  In fact,
over the years I had read many esoteric and cryptic Sanskrit books over
this subject that I was convinced without doubt that holy and pious women
like me who has conserved her purity for generations and is so religious ,
will definitely attain nirvana once her son takes her, for better or worse.
After that I used to bathe him and suck on his prick and it had started
getting harder and bigger day by day.  I could also notice the appearance
of pubic hair around his testicles and his testicles also appeared to be
getting heavy and full of spunk everyday.  After bathing him, we would have
breakfast and then I would go into the library and study while my son will
do some other work.  He had his schooling at home only so he was aloof from
all social influences and it was only his mother which he knew as a friend
and teacher.  Now, at 12 he was standing my shoulders height and he was
growing handsome day by day.  He used to do a lot of yogic exercises which
kept his body fully toned and his delicate hips were wonderful.  I thought
it was time that he had grown up and so I told him to sleep naked in my
bed. As my husband was away, so I had no problem in implementing my ideas.

   I had now completed 16 years of my regular chanting and now it was the
time for the final ritual , that of consummation with my beloved son.  As
he had attained that age, I felt horny day by day.  Sometimes, I even felt
the pangs of horniness that I hugged him tight to my body at night while
sleeping nude.  I would lift him in my arms, place his head on my cushiony
unmolested breasts and wrap my legs around him.  Sometimes I could feel his
prick growing against my tummy but most of the times he was sleeping. 
Sometimes, I would even take his limp and small prick to my vagina and rub
it on top for hours.  At times I tried to push my entire breast in his
mouth when he opened it in sleep.  But, this was just the fun as I was yet
to ritually mate with my son.

   According to the book, the full moon night was the ideal time and the
son should mate with his mother in a special posture at the earliest hour
of the morning after observing fast for the previous day and engaging the
whole day in religious activities.  My husband was going away for a week
and the full moon was just three days away.  I jumped in joy as I
calculated the entire setting.  Finally, it is going to happen.  I am going
to complete the cycle with my son.  I started going hornier day by day and
it became difficult for me to control them.  So I started to stay nude at
home in day also so that my son could have a feast and prepare himself well
for the final day which was just three days away.  When somebody would
knock at the door, I would quickly change into my saffron robes.  My son
was there in just his saffron lungi.  We hugged all the time as I had not
yet exposed him to the joy of kissing.  Most of the times, his prick would
rub on the outer lips of my vagina as if trying to knock and get permission
for access.  I would hold my huge buttery breasts unto his face and would
hide his face in them.  It was, all a part of mother in me, by letting his
have play at home so what if his doll is his mother.  After having good
time for three days finally my destiny knocked on my doors.

   On the full moon day, I gathered all my neighbors and friend of
religious circle and hand a full kirtan and jaap there of Ramayana first
and then I also told them to read some shiva purana from the portion where
rati mated with kamadeva.  All the gathering was surprised as this was for
the first time perhaps somebody read any portion from that sexually
explicit encounter of kamadeva and his mother rati.  Since there weren't
many people who could understand Sanskrit so there never caught the air of
what it actually was.  Those who understood it, were old enough and they
could never doubt the reputation of my family.  So no one guessed that the
chanting they were doing was the prelude to mother son union at night.  In
the afternoon, the function was over and I went to the kitchen and milked
by boobs over a cup.  I mixed the milk from my breast with the Prasad am
and soon it was distributed to all.  Little did they know that this was a
sin for them?  Soon, they all went to their homes leaving me and my son. 
So far I was tastefully adorned in a saffron sari and matching blouse but
since now everybody had gone I could take it off.  But then I thought of my
son and went to him.  I asked him to accompany me to the prayer room.  We
went there and sat on the floor while there were images of gods and goddess
copulating in front of us, which I had drawn flawlessly.  I told my son to
seek their blessings and then I started to chant.  My son also joined me.
This went on for a few hours and now it was evening.  I asked him to sleep
early as we had to get up at midnight for the ultimate ceremony which he
didn't know.

   Finally, I got up at midnight and took bath with him but this time very
quickly.  Then I asked him to dress in traditional dress.  I too, wore a,
lot of ornaments but no clothes.  Yes, there were the beads of jacaranda,
marigold and hibiscus flowers all over my body.  I was adorned as a
sacrificial lamb on the alter of incest.  My large heaving breasts were
covered by the flowers so nicely that a small portion of my unusually large
areola was only visible.  Similarly, my son could see my bush but yet
couldn't spot my wet cunt lips.  We both sat down on the floor and started
chanting.  I checked up and the muhuratum was for 3: 15 a.  m.  when the
son's penis should enter mother's vagina in order to make her a goddess. 
Somehow, the time was spent in prayer and it was three in the morning.

   I looked at my son and asked him, "beta!  aaj main tumhe swarg ke taraf
le jaa rahi hun.  Kya tum taiyaar ho."I moved towards him and lit a lamp of
oil and clarified butter on my left and right.  Then I took out some
yantras and spread them on the floor.  Then I told him to remove his
clothes and I also positioned myself over the yantra carefully.  I took off
my flowery bra and asked him again.  "Beta!  Is ghadi ka main shaadi se
pehle se intezaar kar rahi hun.  Kya tu taiyaar hai swarg ki yatra ke liye
beta...  kuch poochna to nahin" I took his hands and placed them on my
velvety boobs now and he said, "maan!  tum eri janani ho.  main kaise
tumhara karza utaar sakta hun.  Tum jo kaho main taiyaar hun." I could
sense the heat building up in his body as his cock had grown now.  I took
his cock in my hands and rubbed its foreskin to expose its shining pink
glans perhaps for the first time in open air and smeared vermillion on it
and then I took some turmeric paste and applied it all over his groin. 
Then I asked him to snap my flowery panty and see for the first time, the
place where he came from.  He didn't know anything about it so he wasn't
stimulated sexually much but I was already so wet there.  I looked at the
clock.  It was 3: 14.  I positioned his cock over my vagina lips and rubbed
his glans over my lips.  This had an immediate effect as his cock grew by
an inch almost.  I looked at the clock again and as it struck 3:15 I pushed
myself over his cock and asked him to push it again and again.  I started
chanting loudly, " om kamadevaya namah, om rati devih namah om matriyoni
namah om matri bhaga hi namah ev moksha om kama krida namah om vyabhichaar
namah om matrimaithun namah om namah shivaya"

   He started to push it with vigor now.  Earlier I was shaking my hips to
accommodate him and now he was going on his own, as if he knew how to
copulate with his mother, from ages.  I looked at his face, glowing with
pride as he humped me to another level of ecstasy.  As soon as he got into
a rhythm, I could hear strange sounds coming both from our genitals and
from outside.  I heard the sound of conches blowing together and I heard
temple bells ringing many at a time and then I heard veena and flute too. I
was floating into heaven now as my son deflowered me.  I felt that I had
completed the cycle of being a mother to my son.  All mothers give their
everything to their son but for the body and here I had given my body and
soul to my son for his use.  I took his hands to my breasts and started to
press and then he began to caress my motherly treasures on his own.  My
twelve year old son found ecstasy in my huge cushiony breasts and he wanted
to be there always as he kept his head in the center of the valley of my
breasts.  Then I changed position and went to the second yantra where I was
stay like a doggie for sometime.  Now my son came behind me, and he started
to hump me from behind.  As his cock entered my forbidden yoni, I could
hear thousand of conches blown together as if the heavens welcomed this
unholy embrace.  This time he was more self-driven in hitting his mother's
vagina and I could sense my juices building up.  But there was one more
yantra to be performed.  I asked him to come to the third yantra and stand
on it.  Then I asked him to worship my vagina and apply kumkum over it. 
Then as per yantra, I lied on the floor on my back raising my legs to my
breasts.  I asked him to penetrate me while standing.  Now he humped me
while I was lying on the floor.  I could feel his cock going right through
my pussy from top to bottom as he drove through my cunt like a driller. 
His every stroke was getting powerful now.  I was expecting him to come any
second now.  As I sensed him coming, my excitement grew and my pussy
started to shed juices.  he came with an explosion.  I thought as if a
bucket has been spilled in my womb.  This was his first cum and it was
huge. After that he drew his cock out and there was his spunk coming out of
my wide open pussy lips.  I asked him to collect all the honey on my cunt
and then I poured it in a glass and gave him to drink it.  He drank it and
that was the end of ceremony.  We went to bed after that and I told him not
to tell anything to anyone.

   That night, I had a very strange dream.  I was in heaven sitting on a
huge golden chair studded with precious stones.  My body was dressed in the
clothes of Hindu goddesses as they show on t v but the only thing different
was that my clothes were made of exquisite jewelry and pearls were covering
my white flesh.  There was perfume in the air and there were a lot of
people standing around me and bowing their heads to me.  Perhaps I was some
kind of queen or something.  Then I saw that gods were also standing above
in the air and throwing flowers at me.  I was thinking what I could be when
my son entered with a mukut oh his head and he wore no clothes but a lot of
beads of pearls as if he was some king but strangely there was no throne
for him.  He came towards me and touched my feet and then he did the
kinkiest thing in the world.  He bent forward and smelt my pussy before
worshipping it with hands.  Then he slapped my cunt a few times.  I was
feeling as kinky as it was happening in public.  Then, as he was caressing
my mound, I turned my attention to the people who were standing.  Who were
they?  I was asking to myself as I noticed that all the women were mature
when all the men were young and some were even boys.  It took me no time to
understand that they were all mothers and sons and each son was standing
behind his mother.  Then, another strange thing happened.  My husband
entered carrying a mangal-sutra and two garlands.  He came near us and my
son disengaged from my vagina.  He quickly started chanting some Vedic
mantra which he has been chatting for years at marriages but this time it
was his son marrying his wife.  My son then put his mangal-sutra on my neck
and we exchanged garlands and everyone including gods showered flowers on
us.  Then, my husband turned away and went out while my son signaled
everyone to move out but for the royal musicians.  They were playing soft
classical music as my son came near me.

   We were all alone.  "Do u know why there is only one throne here,
mother" he asked me kissing my jewel studded nude body.  He continued, "It
is because when we sit here, we sit being one.  Mother, gods have designed
a special posture for sitting here.  You will sit in my lap while my lingam
is immersed with your yoni.  That will make the union complete, and then we
will start our court mother.  I shall address them in this posture while
having some bite of your motherly mummeries.  Only when we get down from
the throne, shall our genitals disengage.  Is that right mother, now, as
that, I have wed you; you are my sweet wife too.  You are my kamayani... 
You are my rati and rambha.  It is here that the people will pay their
oblations treating it as a Shiva lingam and a pavitra sthala.  It will
become teeth for anybody who wants to mate with his mother.  Mother, you
must build a secret temple to remember our union." I felt soft music
engulfing my soul as my son cum husband took me in that posture.  His prick
was quite bigger in the dream and it fully fitted his birth hole.  Soon, I
opened my eyes and I was shocked.  In front me on every tall chair, all
mothers and sons were copulating in that posture.  I saw above and I saw
gods in frenzy too.  Then, I saw that lord Shiva threw some hibiscus
flowers on me.  I woke up in the morning and it was quite a pleasant shock
to find those flowers on my breasts.  Later, in the day I figured out that
probably I was blessed by god in some way.  Those flowers were a symbol of
fertility but why had god thrown them on me

   He wanted me to have a child again.  With my son...I felt overly
overjoyed.  I woke up and went to my son still without clothes.  He was
just getting up and I could spot his morning erection.  His cock looked
real bigger just like as it was in the dream.  I could not believe my eyes.
Just one humping of his mother's pussy was doing wonders to his cock.  How
could I resist it from growing as I cupped it in my hands and directed it
to its creator's love tunnel?  He swelled like a python in my vagina.  It
was growing all the more and I could feel it inside my womb getting even
bigger.  I was climbing on him on the bed and he was under me.  Slowly his
mouth reached instinctively under my heavy breast and started to chew on
the nipple of motherly flesh.  Ah!  What a relief to have my son back at
the nesting place.  I pressed myself more on his cock and it was entering
my pussy as if it was tailor-made for my son.  After having him full in my
glory mother whole, I looked at his face, so innocent yet so loving.  I
released his mouth from my nipples and asked him, "beta!  Does u know what
we are doing?"

   "No maiya!  But it seems we are playing some highly pleasurable game.  I
like it very much" he replied cupping my breasts and my waist." beta!  What
we were doing is called chudai." I hugged his closer to my breasts and once
again thrust my other nipple into his mouth and started humming a doggerel
son from movie judai but replaced the words.  I was singing, "chudai re
chudai.  Beta kare maa ki chudai.  Hai yeh chudai.  Mera bete ki chudai." I
kept singing and it was having an erotic effect on my son as I was hissing
a lot while singing.  He started to grow even more and I felt that the
prick of a donkey must have been smaller in my pussy.  I could not believe
it so I took it out to verify.  The pinkish purple head was glistening with
my juices and my god; the cock had become a real monster just in a day.  I
looked at him and asked, "Beta, this is your lingam or land as u calls it
.besides urinating it has other functions also.  You can use it in a woman
to make her pregnant as your father did to make you in my womb.  Beta, this
intercourse is forbidden between a mother and a son.  But, I have initiated
you into all this so that we attain heaven.  Forgive me my son, for no one
fucks that pussy where he came from.  Since I have spent all my life in
prayers and now I have done the ultimate deed I want to spend the remaining
days with you as a chuddakad.  My son as now you are also my new and second
husband, you must use your mother as your wife and fill her besides
fulfilling her other needs.  I shall behave both as a mother and wife to
you now.  I shall be your mother when your father is around and I shall be
your wife when we are alone.  You must copulate and procreate with me my
son , my husband and when my yoni is full of your lingam Prasad , it will
give birth to an unholy incestuous child who will fuck his mother or her
father and this cycle will continue and we both will have and incestuous
generation my son.  Now take me and make the woman of your lingam .take me,
my child."

   As I was imploring him with my sermon, he was getting eroticized beyond
measure.  I don't know what came over him, he spat on my cunt and thrust
his organ in one go.  I felt as if someone hit my pussy with an iron dildo.
He took me in arms standing while I wrapped my legs on his back for better
penetration.  He started to fuck me now like a bull in heat.  He said,"
maan gaana gao na.  gaana sunte hue aisa karne ka bada maja aata hai." And
as if I heard him say , I started to hum again " Chudai re chudai mera beta
kare chudai, hai
...heeeeeeeee...ooooooooo...uuuuuuuu....uiiiii....haan...kar maan ki
chudai...bhar de uski maang ...aur...choot....kar maan ki chudai" , as soon
as I spoke obscenities , I felt greatly overjoyed .  I had never used a
filthy word in my life and I was really surprised how they came out of my
mouth.  But, now I wanted to go on, I was enjoying it; there was a
particular expression of joy in those words.  I was breaking many taboos
simultaneously, one was of mating with my son and the other was of language
and there was also the taboo of religion which I was breaking.  He kept
humping me and his cock was reaching to my inner depths now.  It appeared,
as if his cock was trying to unite with my vagina forever.  It was a mother
in me who let him do all he wanted.  After about 10-15 minutes of strong
and bullish humps, he spat his cream in my pussy.  I liked it this time
since all he did was on his own.  I enjoyed it more when he did things on
his own.  I felt satisfied as a teacher.  I had done my jo