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My Hindu Mother
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A boy has parents of two different religions who split-
up when the boy was only eight. He meets his long lost 
mother again when he is nineteen and he slowly falls in 
love with her. (F/M-teen, inc, voy, india)

***

I am son of a Muslim man while my mother is a Hindu. A 
marriage between peoples of two different religions is 
not common in India but sometime such marriages do 
happen. My parents' marriage surely had its problems. 
First my mother tried to settle down with my father's 
family but failed. Then, my father tried to settle down 
with my mother's family but failed. In the end they 
decided to split up. 

At the time of divorce I was only eight. My father took 
me with him and my mother started living with her 
parents in her native town. She belonged to a middle 
class family of Kerala. My father soon married a Muslim 
woman but it was no solace for me as she was not kind 
to me. I yearned for my real mother. It was not until I 
was nineteen that I saw her again.

My father died suddenly when I was nineteen. My 
stepmother went back to live with her family and I was 
left alone to live on my own. It was then a family 
friend suggested to me to meet my real mother. Through 
him I learned that my mother never married after 
leaving my father. As a matter of fact she became very 
religious after her divorce. Most of her time is spent 
in visiting various temples. 

I immediately wrote a letter to her and requested her 
to let me meet her. She declined to meet me initially 
because I was a son of a man she now hated. In my next 
letter I told her that I am also her son and I wish to 
convert to her religion. This softened her heart and 
she asked me to come and live with her. I immediately 
moved to the town where she was living with her 
parents. I was not sure how my mother would look like 
after so many years. My father burned all her 
photographs so I could remember her only from my 
childhood memories. In my memory she was a lean and 
fair complexioned woman. 

When I met her again I found her a bit plumpish but not 
fat. It is common for woman in Kerala to do lot of 
housework and so it is uncommon to see obese females 
there. She was around 40 years and her complexion 
appeared whitish. She had full, round, tits that seemed 
to just sag a bit under there own weight, a small 
waistline with just a hint of a slight bulge at her 
stomach, a nice, and a round ass.

"It's good to see you again." My mother said to me.

"It's good to see you too; it's been a long time." I 
told her.

"Too long." she remarked.

With that our first meeting was over. There were 
neither hugs nor kisses. I was told by my grandfather 
to put my luggage in a spare room. 

As I started living with her, my mother changed my name 
from Mujeeb to Sumeet. Next stage was changing my 
religion. As I was not well aware about her religion so 
she decided to take my religious education in her 
hands. Only in few days I learned as much about Hindu 
gods and goddesses as many people learns in years. Like 
a traditional Kerala family there was a favorite 
goddess of my mother's family.

The temple of that goddess was on a hilly area about 
100 km away from her place. My mother used to visit 
that temple four or five times in a year. Usually she 
went there in the evening, stayed overnight and after 
participating in the night and morning Pooja sessions 
and returned home in the afternoon. Temple has a 
guesthouse with minimum facilities for pilgrims' stay.

I had no sexual thoughts about my mother initially but 
slowly thing started to change. The first event 
happened about a week after I got settled in my new 
home. One day after mid-night I suddenly woke up and 
felt thirsty as it was quite hot in those days. I got 
up and proceeded towards the kitchen where the water 
was. As I was passing through my mother's room, I heard 
my mother calling me. 

Her room was dark as the light was switched off. She 
asked me if I am going to kitchen for water; I should 
bring a glass of water to her too. I went to kitchen, 
drank water and brought a glass of water for her. When 
I brought her the water, she asked me to switch on the 
light. I switched on the light and proceeded to hand 
over the water. 

What I saw surprised me beyond limits. Although she was 
wearing the sari, which she was wearing in the evening 
but she had no blouse or bra on. Because of hotness she 
had taken them off. Her breasts were visible beneath 
the thin sari. As she drank the water, she gave me a 
smile. After she had finished I took the glass and 
switched off the light and went to my room and lay down 
on the bed. I could not sleep as I was getting aroused. 
It was perhaps because of the fact that I met my mother 
after so many years. 

A mother's position in Indian culture is very high, as 
it is in other cultures. Indians, however, go a little 
farther and put her next to God. The relationship is so 
holy that to have sexual thoughts about one's mother is 
sacrilegious in a very serious way. While I felt 
ashamed on one hand, on the other I couldn't deny the 
arousal I felt every time I thought about her. It was 
difficult for me to not look at her as a desirable 
woman. I was torn between guilt and libido, between 
shame and sensuality, and between what would in a 
nutshell be hell and heaven. 

Just after the first event a second event took place. 
One day I went into the kitchen to put some dirty 
crockery in the sink. My mother was already there. 
There was not a lot of space in the kitchen since there 
were cabinets and counters on either side. In the 
process of going by her she suddenly seemed to have a 
problem setting the burner. 

She said something under her breath and then leaned 
over the burner to get a better look. In bending over 
she sent her round pillory ass right into my crotch. 
The touch of her ass sent a very bad message to my 
foolish cock. My dick lurched in my pants. My cock got 
harder and harder till I was rigid as a piece of pipe. 
I heard her repeating my name in anger. 

"Oh God! Sorry Mom!" 

"Next time, be sure you're a little more under 
control," she said half in anger and half in smile. 

"Next time I will!" I said and left the kitchen.

Then after about a month or so my mother decided to go 
to her favourite Temple. It was decided that I should 
go with my mother to offer some special Poojas at the 
temple. We packed things for a day's stay and headed 
towards the temple. We took a bus for that journey and 
got seated side by side. 

In the beginning it was normal journey but when the bus 
started moving things started to change. My mother kept 
leaning on my shoulder repeatedly as the bus kept 
turning all through. My eyes turned to see that after 
some time her sari had gone ajar, giving me a glimpse 
of her cleavage through the neck of her blouse. I shook 
my head and tried closing my eyes so that they don't 
stray on my mother but every time they opened, I 
couldn't resist the tendency to have a peek inside her 
blouse. 

Within seconds, I realized that I was hardening beneath 
my pants and struggled hard to control my emotions. The 
journey seemed like eternal for me as I was 
increasingly aroused by my mother tempting me 
inadvertently. When the journey came to an end, it was 
a great relief to me. After leaving the bus we reached 
the temple by 5 p.m. and engaged a room in the 
guesthouse.

It was really a pleasant experience to stay at that 
place surrounded by lush green forests. One thing I 
liked most about the place is a stream. There is a big 
stream not far away from the temple, which is 
considered a holy river. As it flows from the hills the 
water is not polluted. It was a custom to bathe in the 
holy river before going to the temple.

We took clothes to change, bath towel and soap and 
reached the 'Ashanan Ghat' (bathing place). There were 
few people at the 'Ghat'. We walked up stream by the 
side of the river to a secluded spot covered by woods 
so that my mom could bathe safely away from the prying 
eyes of males. It was not unusual for the women 
pilgrims to move away from the common area for 
privacy's sake. 

As soon as we reached the spot I took off my pants and 
shirt, dived into the water and started to swim. Mom 
sat on a big rock watching me swimming and occasionally 
alarming me not to go deep into the water. After some 
time I got tired and climbed to a rock in the middle of 
the river and sat there padding the water with my legs. 
It was my mom turn next. 

She stood up and looked around for making sure nobody 
was there in the immediate vicinity and removed her 
sari. Then she unhooked her blouse and removed it. She 
was wearing a white lace bra. Next she untied the knot 
of her petticoat and pulled it over her head. Before I 
could see what was happening she slid into the water 
and began swimming near the rock where I was sitting. 

She was a good swimmer. When she reached the rock she 
stretched her hand and I pulled her on to the rock. The 
scene was amazing, any impotent man would have got a 
hard on if he saw her that way. The combed cotton panty 
and bra had got wet and become transparent. The brown 
cherries on her breasts and the black thatch between 
her thighs were clearly visible. Her white skin 
sparkled after being immersed in the water. She had a 
lot of bushy hair under her arms and on the crotch. Her 
ass looked like big golden pumpkins covered in wet 
white clothes.

I got a hard on and there was a bulge on my underwear. 
I folded my knees so that the bulge was not revealed to 
my mom who was sitting in all her glory in front f me. 
After a while she swam back to the shore and started to 
soap her body. She turned to the other side and pulled 
out her melons out of her bra and soaped them. After 
sometime she pulled down her panties opened her legs 
and soaped inside her pussy. This time I could see her 
naked bums. As she went into the water again, she 
turned away from me and repeated the process, this time 
to wash off the soap. I too swam to the shore and 
soaped my self and went into the water. 

I took my dick out of my underwear, washed it 
thoroughly and in the process giving it some excitement 
by rubbing on the pink top. I saw a small white thread 
like flow from my dick into the water, which was 
immediately swallowed by fishes around me. By that time 
mom had wiped her dry and was about to change clothes. 
Kerala ladies wear a traditional dress called set saris 
and men wear dhotis while visiting temples.

She walked up to a big tree holding her clothes and 
called me. She placed all her clothes on my shoulder 
and asked me to open my dhoti and hold it in front of 
her like a curtain. On the other side she had the cover 
of the big tree. I did as she said. Now turning away 
from me she unhooked her bra and took it off. Then she 
pulled down her panties and came out of it. For a 
while, She stood there fully naked. All I could see was 
her shapely ass.

Luck smiled on me when she turned to take clothes from 
me. I saw her naked breast and hairy pussy. It was the 
first time I was seeing pussy of any woman so closely. 
She started to put on her dresses one after the other 
like bra, panties, petticoat, and blouse in that order. 

My cock was throbbing again. I wanted to jerk off but 
could not do anything. Though I could not resist the 
temptation to graze on her nudity, my mind was feeling 
guilty. When she finished her dressing I folded my 
dhoti and wiped myself dry with the towel. Then 
wrapping my self with the towel I removed my underwear. 
I started to dress. 

By this time mom collected all wet clothes and took it 
for rinsing in the water. When she took my underwear 
she touched the sticky cum I discharged in it. I think 
first she did not realize what it was. So she opened 
the underwear and felt it. Now she realized it was my 
cum. I felt embarrassed. I could not look at her face. 
But she acted as if nothing had happened and she knew 
nothing. Then we went to the temple performed the usual 
services (Pooja) and participated in all rituals till 
the closure of temple at about 9 p.m. 

I felt a sudden guilt as I looked up at the statue of 
the Goddess, decorated with plenty of sparkling jewels 
and flowers in different colors. I closed my eyes and 
apologized to her for my thoughts about my mother. 
After the 'Pooja' mom made some shopping of articles to 
be taken to home. Then she ordered vegetarian food from 
a house known to her (It was difficult to get good and 
hygienic food at the place so she preferred to have it 
from that house and pay for it). 

We reached our room around 10 p.m. and started 
preparing to sleep. There was only one double cot in 
the room and we had to share it. After going to the 
toilet I climbed on the cot. Mom too went to the toilet 
and then switched off the main light and switched on 
the night lamp. She took some incense sticks and lit 
it. She closed the window and covered it with a bath 
towel. Now she started to undress. Within minutes she 
was wearing only petticoat and bra. Seeing this my 
heart beat increased and my cock started to rise again. 
She watched me through the corner of her eyes but said 
nothing. Soon she came to bed and lay besides me. I 
could hear clearly that both of us were breathing hard. 

As I was aware of the possibility of a sexual contact, 
I tried to stay away from my mother. I turned away from 
her and lay on my side. She didn't want to turn her 
back on me so she turned towards me. Her bosom was on 
my back. A mother's bosom is most sacred thing about 
her. Her bosom was causing a fire in my loins. I was 
not only erect as a sword, but also horny as hell. Her 
breasts were feeling so good that I wanted to turn 
around and rub them all over my chest. 

She eventually fell asleep. I kept waiting for her 
breathing to become deep and even. After an hour or so, 
she was in deep sleep. I gently turned towards her, 
placed my arm over her and moved into a hug position. 
My cock was preceding me by many inches. My chest came 
in contact with hers and my penis came in contact with 
the front of her thighs. I quickly adjusted myself and 
touched her right between her thighs with my dick.

She was sleeping, so I held her in my arms. I almost 
came with the realization that I was actually touching 
my mother's pussy through her clothes. Yes, I was in 
clothes as well, but there was that contact that was 
unheard of from cultural and religious perspective. I 
placed my hand on her ass and pulled her inward as I 
pushed into her with the force to impale her through 
her clothes. It was an urge over which I had no 
control. Once a cock is on a pussy, it had to go into 
that pussy. As simple as that! I traced small lines on 
her pussy and watched her face. It twitched every now 
and then but she didn't open her eyes or anything.

Encouraged by her being so unaware of my moves I 
decided to do something even more serious. I reached in 
and undid the cord that was holding her petticoat 
around her waist. Once the cord was loosened, the dress 
opened up and allowed me to slide it enough to expose 
her pussy and some of her thighs. I then dropped my 
'Dhoti' to my back and exposed my thick and long cock.

Slowly, gently, and methodically, I brought it closer 
and closer to her thighs. First I felt her hair 
tickling the tip of my cock. Then I felt the head touch 
the juncture where her thighs ended and her cunt began. 
I held it there for a while and slowly, slowly pressed 
it in. Once I was far enough in I stopped and held it 
there. I held it there for a long time and then I 
started to move it forward and back slowly.

She woke up as a result of my rocking motion. She 
waited for me to stop and when I didn't, she asked, 
"Sumeet, what are you doing?"

I had to say something so I said, "I am experiencing 
the heaven."

She pulled herself out of my reach and said, "But, son, 
I am your mother."

"I know, mom, but I can't help it."

She turned over onto her back and started wiping her 
thighs with a scarf. 

I also turned over onto my back in a way that my hard 
cock was suspended in the air in her full view. Her 
hands slowed considerably as she took that view in. 

"Son, I don't know what you have in mind, but I am your 
mother."

"I know, but I can't help it. I seem to be under some 
magical spell."

I knew very well that she was a superstitious woman but 
she didn't want to accept such an easy excuse. After a 
short pause she whispered, "You know what people say 
about such relationship?" 

"That is because of jealousy ma. If a son develops an 
intimacy with his mother it makes the father jealous. 
In our case there is no such thing."

""Oh! But what you are doing is a sin"

"You are my Goddess, mom. There is no denying. But I 
can't help feel this strongly about my goddess. You 
represent such a complete woman to me that I just want 
to be a man with you."

She knew there was no arguing, so she stayed quiet. I 
put my hand on her left hip and turned her towards me. 
Once she was facing me, I positioned myself so that my 
penis was pressed between her thighs and right onto her 
pussy. She protested, "Son!"

"I am just feeling you, I won't do any wrong" I assured 
her.

"I am sorry, Sumeet. But we have to stop this." 

Why did she say 'we', I didn't know. It was I who had 
to stop it. She was aroused, no doubt about that. She 
tried to pull away; but I stopped her. She tried to 
pull her middle away from me; but I put my hand on her 
butt and pulled her back in. She tried to push me away; 
she failed. Her every effort to get away from me was 
countered by me, until she stopped.

"Sumeet, this is not right. I am your mother and you 
are my son."

"I know mom," was my answer.

I started to caress her buttocks slowly. My hand 
covered the top cheek and then bottom one somewhat. I 
then started tracing the line between the two cheeks 
with my finger. She just let me, with an occasional 
half-hearted try to pull away, which I quickly 
thwarted. 

She couldn't stop her physical response to having a 
penis knocking on her cunt. Her cunt started to 
lubricate itself, as if the penis was coming in. Her 
pussy didn't care what her mind was planning; it was 
responding to the stimulation. My penis was hard, so it 
was starting to arouse her. She was getting aroused 
despite her best efforts not to. She didn't want to get 
pleasure from my hands on her ass, but she couldn't 
help it. I kept my penis in one place but my hand was 
covering more and more territory.

I started to slide her petticoat down and lifted her 
one leg and then the other to remove it completely. I 
pushed her onto her back and put my hand between her 
thighs to separate them. I then moved over between her 
legs.

I positioned myself so that my body was leaning over 
her and my hands were placed around her shoulders. I 
was on all fours. I nudged her thigh to indicate that I 
wanted her to pull her knees up. 

"Sumeet, what are you doing?" She asked again.

Instead of replying her I got up into a kneeling 
position, placed my hands around her legs and lifted 
them up. She resisted and tried to keep them down but I 
insisted and raised them finally. 

"Sumeet, please don't. This is not right." She 
protested and looked down towards the area where our 
bodies were meeting. My penis was hard and lurking 
above her pussy. I looked at her pussy and then reached 
with one hand to touch her clit. She squirmed like I 
had touched her with a hot iron. 

"No please. You are not supposed to be doing this."

I placed my thumb on it and pressed on it lightly. "Oh, 
Bhagvan (Lord), help me please." She cried. I was very 
gentle. I rubbed on it for a few moments and then I 
traced across her cunt with my thumb. She cried with 
anguish, "No, please stop. Please don't do this."

My thumb found her hole and paused. I pressed it 
downward until it started to enter her hole. She was 
really wet so it slid down with ease, but I didn't go 
in, only loitered around the opening. Then I brought my 
other hand down and pulled her pussy lips apart. I saw 
the pink area around her opening and I used my thumbs 
and forefingers to simultaneously squeeze and caress 
across the sides of her pussy. I was very gentle and 
she couldn't help but like the feel. Even though I was 
her son, still a man was caressing her pussy. She 
wasn't supposed to be excited, but she was. 

Finally the urge took over her. I moved down on top of 
her and stretched my legs back. My cock was pointing 
down onto her soft mound. I moved back and forth while 
lowering my body right onto hers, until my dick made 
contact in the right area. I lowered my body on top of 
her, the soft, hard penis pressed on her puffed up 
clit. She yelled an unrecognizable word, almost like 
many words got jumbled up in her throat and came out as 
a mixed up sound. I moved down further and my penis 
traced on her pussy. 

"No Sumeet! Please no." She repeated her mantra. 

I grabbed my shaft with one hand, until its head found 
the area between her sacred lips and then moved it down 
until it wedged on top of the opening. She put her 
hands on my chest and tried to push me off. "No, 
Sumeet! Don't do this, please. Don't change our 
relationship. Stop what you are doing."

Pressing on my chest I applied pressure on my cock and 
her wet and slippery opening betrayed her resolve to 
not let me in. I started to enter her with ease.

"Noooo Sumeet! Noooo son! Noooooo!" I pressed down and 
the head of my dick made its way past her opening. I 
shoved it all the way in with one quick thrust.

"Hey Ram, help me please." She cried. "Oh Bhagven, what 
has happened?" 

I reached under her and grabbed her shoulders. Then I 
slid my cock out slowly until it was about to exit and 
then shoved it down again. Up, in, up, in, until I 
developed a slow and forceful rhythm. I started to fuck 
my Hindu mother with the zeal of a rider on a galloping 
horse.

"My son is fucking me, Lord. My son is having sex with 
me." She cried. "Help me, Lord. My son is putting his 
thing inside my thing."

She was protesting but she was not resisting and that 
was important to me. I started pumping at a steady 
pace. I wasn't in a hurry, but at the same time I 
wasn't going easy on her. She was trembling against my 
thrusts.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" She could only stutter. "Sumeet, 
oh! Oh! Son!" She could only manage to say those as my 
thrusts made all the other words go back in.

I was not silent, I was uttering, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" to her. 
She clenched her teeth and the sound became, "Umph, 
umph, umph."

She was no more in a position to stop me from fucking 
her and I fucked her good. My thrusts started to touch 
a part of her that was not motherly, but womanly. The 
way her pussy was reacting to my thrusts, it was almost 
like it was hungry for them; like it was waiting all 
this time for them. 


All her muscles were tightening but especially her cunt 
muscles. She bit her lips trying to keep her screams 
in. Her body was not completely under her control so it 
was difficult to prevent her middle part from 
convulsing with pleasure. 

"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh," she sang as I continued 
pumping. There were beads of perspiration on my 
forehead and the trickles of sweat down my chest. I was 
reaching a critical point. Suddenly she pulled hard on 
my buttocks and stretched herself upward into me. Then 
it happened. She became helpless. She thrust into me 
uncontrollably and then held herself and her pussy 
tight into my pelvic bone. "Sumeet, oh Sumeet," she 
cried. 

I was unable to continue thrusting, as I was catching 
my breath. She said again, "Ooooh Sumeet, Ooooooh 
Sumeet. What have you done to me? What have you made me 
do?"

I just held my cock in a place as she jerked a couple 
of times and then held herself in place against me. Her 
butt was above the bed and airborne. "Unhhh, unhhh, 
arrrrghhh, aaaaaa!" She screamed and with that, her 
body eased.

Once she touched the bed again with her ass, I 
collapsed on top of her. She hugged me against her 
bosom. She held me tight. Her hands were on my back, 
drenched with my perspiration. I was still hard and 
still fully embedded inside of her. "Sumeet, speak to 
me, son. What have you done?"

I tried to say something but the words didn't come out. 
She held me against herself tight. She was waiting for 
my release as my thrusts became more and more forceful. 
I could feel the pressure building in my cock. One hard 
thrust and a hell broke loose. I was shooting and I was 
trying to hold on to her for dear life. 

Once the storm subsided, she said, "I hope no one finds 
out what we have done."

"No," I said. "I won't tell anyone."

"It is not a matter of telling anyone but a matter to 
be taken more seriously"
She said in a grim tone.

"What do you mean Ma?"

"Promise me you will never do such thing again"

How quickly she became a mother again from a woman was 
astonishing. I was in no mood to make false promises. 
When she saw me silent she spoke again. "I think what 
you did was not your conscious decision. You were 
surely under the spell of an evil spirit (yakshi)."

"Yes I think you are right Ma," I said seriously but 
inside I was laughing.

"Tomorrow I will take you to a Tantri baba who will 
cure you from yakshi."

Although I wanted some more sex immediately but I 
realized that time was not right. I would have to wait 
a little. I promised to obey her in future. With that 
both of us put our cloths back on us and went to sleep.  

Next day we were supposed to go back to our town but my 
mother had other ideas. She wanted to take me to a 
Tantri. We took a local cab to cover some distance but 
our feet covered most of the distance. The tantri's 
house was deep in the jungle surrounded by trees. It 
was almost evening when we reached there. The tantri 
was sitting with some of his disciples and was sucking 
a pipe. As we bowed to pay him regards he looked at us 
suspiciously. 

"Why you came, what is the matter?'

My mother searched for the right words and then said, 
"This boy is my son, but he is under a spell, I want 
you to cure him,"

"How can you be so sure that he is under a spell 
woman?' He asked.

"Because...." Mother again searched for the right words 
and then said, "Because... he tried to rape me."

"And you let that happen?"

"He forced me Baba jee... I..." She started sobbing.

"Okay I understand, I will see what can I do to get 
this boy free from any evil spell" 

"Please do something," Mother requested like a woman in 
pain.

This talk made me a little frightened because I had no 
idea how that tantri will take my care. He saw me 
getting pale so he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid 
young man I will ask you to perform a ritual and then 
you will get rid of this yakshi forever."

"I will pay any amount for that baba," Mother assured 
him.

"Later" He said, "Just keep in mind that both of you 
will obey all my instructions otherwise I will not be 
successful and the yakshi may cause serious damage 
including death."

This made mother look pale but she said, "We will obey 
you baba,"

"The ritual will be performed at night till then you 
can rest in the room, my man will show to you."

He gestured to man who asked us to follow him. He took 
us to an empty room; leaving us there he left. As soon 
as he went away I asked mother to think again about the 
whole affair. I wanted to leave that place but my 
mother insisted on staying. As the night approached a 
man came and told us to wear white dresses before going 
again to Tantri baba. We had no option but to obey. 
This time we were taken to another room that had a huge 
ritual place in its centre. The room was lit with brass 
lamps and bright flowers were spread over the place of 
ritual. Inside the room tantri baba was present with a 
few assistants including a lady. When he saw us coming 
he started chanting mantras. With his eyes closed he 
spoke is terse words. As we stood in front of him he 
said to some unseen force,

"Hey yakshi why do you trouble them. What so you need 
as appeasement to go away. I will give you what ever 
you want." Then he kept listening in silence. After 
some time he opened his eyes and said that the yakshi 
has spoken to him. "She is sexually thirsty. She is 
asking for some thing that if I spell out may shock 
you, but then she only wants that to go away. Nothing 
else. Are you ready to take in what the yakshi has 
said?" Both mother and I agreed in unison without 
bothering about the consequences. 

The tantri spoke again. "Listen carefully woman, your 
son's soul was your husband in the past birth. During 
that time your son's soul was a high cast Brahmin and 
he fell in love with your soul who was a low cast 
person. Both of you ran away and got married but the 
family caught you and did not allow the marriage to 
consummate. They killed the girl and let the boy free. 
From that day the girl's soul, which is, you in this 
birth is longing for consummating the marriage. The 
yakshi wants to be sexually satisfied; and has promised 
to go away."

"What we have to do baba" mother asked him in a 
trembling voice.

"For this your son has to have sexual intercourse with 
you. Are you prepared for that? I will have to prepare 
you to go back to your previous birth and then I will 
let you have sexual intercourse and once the yaksi is 
satisfied then she will disappear for eternity."

"I will proceed only if both of you will agree."

Both my mother and I looked towards each other. Before 
I say that I want to consult my mother in private she 
said, "Yes baba, we agree."

As tantri heard this he called mother to the centre and 
asked her to disrobe her sari and all other clothes. 
She was shy in getting naked in front of some strange 
people but she had no choice. She took off her sari and 
then her blouse then her bra and then she took off her 
petticoat. She stood naked in front of all of us. 
Frankly I was also having her complete picture for the 
first time. She was 40 years old but had the body of 30 
years old. 

She had large breasts with pink areolas that stood up 
stiff in the cold air. She had huge ass almost flat 
stomach and she had a thick bush covering her cunt .the 
tantri started to put vermilion on her, chanting some 
strange words, he told her that she have to remove the 
hair covering her cunt, and the hair under her arms and 
between her ass. She can only have hair on her head and 
all other body parts must be cleaned of hair. So 
stating that he asked his lady assistant for removing 
all body hair. 

Mother was asked to lie down on the ritual platform and 
spread her thighs. The lady assistant took a sharp 
razor and shaved off her cunt hairs, and then she asked 
her to turn around and spread her ass cheeks and 
removed hair form around her ass hole and between her 
thighs. Then she shaved her under the arms and her 
legs. 

Next mother was asked to bathe in the pond in the 
ashram and come back. She walked naked with her huge 
ass bouncing and looking at me seductively. The very 
thought of fucking mother gave me a raging hard on. 
When she came back, the tantri asked her to lie down 
again on the ritual platform. He applied vermion to her 
breasts, then on her pubic mound and then she was asked 
to sit up cross-legged.

Next tantri called me and asked me to disrobe. I was 
hesitating as I had a raging hard on, but somehow I 
took off my dress. I stood naked before all including 
mother with my thick cock standing up like a steel 
pipe. The tantri asked a male assistant to shave my 
unnecessary hairs too. The assistant took a razor and 
shaved hair around my cock and balls. I too had a bath 
and then asked to stand on the ritual platform. 

The tantri chanted mantra and applied the vermilion on 
my cock and forehead. He asked me to tie the 
mangalasutra around my mother's neck; he himself poured 
oil into the homa fire. We are asked to sit cross-
legged side by side. Then tantri chanted some mantra to 
make us hypnotized. After few minutes he told us that 
our previous birth souls has entered into us. In 
particular he said to me,

"You will now perform sexual intercourse and satisfy 
your wife so that I can drive her away once and for 
all. You have to perform to your best ability and make 
her sexually satisfied."

He then offered us a drink specially made to excite the 
sex centers of a brain. After I consumed it, I felt 
heat rising in my body that made my cock look like a 
horse cock. The tantri whispered me to take my mother 
in wedlock.

I stood up and took hold of her hand and then we lied 
down on the ritual bed covered in red cloth. Tantri 
continued his chanting and instructed every once else 
to maintain strict silence so as not to disturb us. I 
kissed my bride mother on her lips, she responded by 
moaning with pleasure. Our tongues intertwined, I 
touched her nipples and slowly sucked the nipples 
caressing the breasts. I sucked alternatively both the 
nipples, which hardened with sexual tension. I trailed 
kisses on her torso, to her belly and finally placed a 
kiss on her cleanly shaven mound. 

I parted her thighs and opened her labia majoras, which 
were thick and engorged with blood swelling like a 
balloons. The labia minoras looked like a pomegranate 
opened out. The sexual scent of mother's womanhood was 
hitting my nostrils. I lowered my lips on her vulva and 
sucked on the nectar. She gasped and gave out a loud 
moan "Ahhhhh!!" I started flicking my long tongue over 
her inner cunt petals and spreads open the petals. All 
the while the tantri and his assistants were chanting 
the mantras louder and louder.

I saw that my mother's cunt lips flared open deep red 
in color; her clitoris peeked out from the hood like a 
man's cock. I had my face covered in her cream, which 
tasted sweet and intoxicating. The effect of the drink 
we had was slowly taking more effect making us sexually 
lust for each other. Mother moaned aloud "Oooohhhhhhh 
Aiiiieee, please fuck now." 

I went on my knees and she closed her two hands around 
my cock. She licked it and then her mouth engulfed the 
cock head and she sucked it taking a large part into 
her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as I thrust my 
hips in unison with her head moving up and down. She 
slowly played with my balls hanging low in the heat, 
filled with cock cream ready to spurt any moment. One 
of the tantri assistant standing near us and 
supervising the act touched me on my shoulder and 
whispered that I should discharge my cum into her womb 
for the act to take full effect.

Hearing this I pushed my mother back on the bed. She 
was a sight to watch with her head resting on the 
pillow, her hair splayed out, her breasts rising and 
falling with deep breathing, her nipples standing like 
two small cheries, her areolas red in color with the 
vermilion mixing with her sweat.

I went between her thighs and looked into her eyes, she 
smiled and placed the head of my mammoth cock over her 
sacred hole. The cock head spread the cunt lips apart 
and inch-by-inch filled her. The tantric chanting 
became an echo now as the sexual intercourse act was in 
the final stage. I put my palms by the side of mother's 
shoulders, while my cock was fully thrust inside her 
cunt. I started to fuck her in and out drawing the cock 
head until only the tip was inside then thrust all the 
way. She was screaming in lust, 

"Fuck me pleeeeeezzze fuck me, fuck me! Ahhhhhhh! 
Ooooohhhh!" Her screams got louder with each thrust as 
I fucked her for half an hour without throwing my seed. 
Then She screamed loud enough to be heard half a mile 
away, "Aiiiiii!" 

She clenched her thighs around my hips drawing me more 
in and then I exploded into her cunt. After crying like 
animals we collapsed over each other exhausted. Still I 
put my hands beneath her chin and kissed her deeply, 
sucked her breasts and then fell besides her. After 
about ten minuets we were given another potion to 
drink. Soon I had another raging hard on. 

I again kissed mother on her breasts and she fed her 
huge mameries to my mouth. The tantri asked me to lie 
naked on the floor, and asked mother to stand over my 
legs. As she placed her thighs on each side of my hips, 
her big fat ass spread open revealing her pink cunt 
hole. She took my cock in her hands and placed my cock 
head at the lips of her cunt. 

Next she pushed her hips down, eyes closed moaning deep 
and breathing hard as my cock impaled her like an 
animal. She pushed all the way down, her clit pressing 
against my cock, and then she started to slowly raise 
her hips up and down, her hand pressing against my 
chest. Again the fuck lasted for half an hour. Finally 
I exploded.

Now all the male assistants gathered around us naked 
and continued the chanting, each had his cock in his 
right hand and started pulling masturbating slowly in 
unison. In about 10 minutes they all ejaculated their 
cock cream on our bodies. The tantri rose and poured 
holy water over us and said that the yakshi had left us 
after being fully satisfied. 

When we made it back to home I made it clear to my 
mother that tantri was wrong in saying that Yakshi has 
left. I yearn her body more than ever. She looked at me 
for a long time then started smiling. She hugged me and 
said, 

"My darling I have given you my precious thing and I 
shall continue to give it to you as long as you want; 
but you shall promise me on four things" 

"Mom, have I ever disobeyed? I know how you love me. I 
shall do anything you want me to do" I replied. 

"I want only a promise that you will strictly observe 
these. First one is that you shall never touch a girl 
or boy for sex other than me till you finish your 
studies. Second one is that you shall never behave 
sexually in the presence of others. Third one is that 
you shall stop courting me on the day you are betrothed 
to a girl. Fourth one is that you shall never in your 
life go to a whore." 

I religiously kept the four promises I gave my mother. 
We continued our relationship till I got a job and 
moved away from home to Karnataka. Whenever we wanted 
to have sex we went to my grandpa's house or on small 
tours to temples where we could share a room together 
and enjoy without any botheration. That saved me from 
the trouble of going after girls during study days. I 
always laughed at my friends who spent a lot on girls 
just for being with them without getting the moneys' 
worth. 

Many friends of mine thought I was not normal because I 
show little interest in girls. They never knew I had an 
M. Phil in sex from the University of my Mother. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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