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A Thousand Years Ago In India
by U R Null (address withheld)
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A young prince becomes king at the death of his father.
He also becomes the highest preist and law maker and he
looked after everything well until his mother had other
ideas. (MF, inc, voy, india)
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About one thousand years ago there was a small princely
state in India named Nyanagadh. One can still see a
temple called Daakini in the remains of that state. It
is believed that a king built this temple to honor his
mother. Although there are images of gods and goddesses
but there is no deity in the temple. The temple has
fascinating image of men and women in frolicking modes.
The manner in which the women are displayed in playful
postures like leaning against the trees and creepers is
absolutely riveting.
The temple is an elegant example of great finesse in
temple art and architecture. The sensuous beauty of the
female form and the sweetness of flowers and fruits are
enhanced by the artist's dexterous skill. Lack of a
temple deity and celebration of the female from are,
however, some of the intriguing aspect of this temple.
As Most of the literature of that era is lost,
therefore, it is difficult to trace anything correctly.
There is, however, some literature remains that can
help understand that era. Most of that is restricted
from the public since it may enflame their passion or
incites their feelings. Among this literature is a
story that may be the story behind the Daakini Temple.
The original story was in poetry and in an ancient
language of India. Here it is translated in English
prose for the benefit of general reader. While reading
this, keep in mind that nudity was not a taboo in those
days. As a matter of fact nothing was taboo in those
days.
There once was a mother with a big bust
She was a volcano of limitless lust
Her son kissed the vermilion on her head,
He made her naked and took her to bed,
She was called Manjushma the she-devil,
Here is her fable, an incest fable.
This earth is the mother of all. She copulates with sun
and sky to create life. Holiness is her greatness and
reverend as she is, for her infinite love giving
capabilities. She is the one that sometimes takes the
form of one's actual mother and then gives her infinite
love in one form or another. It might be motherly love
at first but soon this love grows and finds its
consummation. Every love must find its consummation
otherwise the soul remains starved just like plants
without water.
The great holy mother might as well take the form of
some distant relative or she could even appear as one's
daughter, mother, sister, aunt, grandmother or even as
a lover or wife. She appears to fill that void in the
man's life. She is 'Prakriti' and man is 'Purusha',
they are incomplete without each other. She must
incarnate herself in some form so as to give and
receive love in on e form or the other. It could well
be motherly or sisterly love; yet it could be the
sexual love too. According to the legend one such woman
was incarnated as Manjushma, the mother of the very
honorable prince Rajendra.
Rajendra was the son of Karnavarman, the king of
Nyanagadh. He had a slim body with a childlike face and
not a blemish on his bright face. There was a natural
glow emanating from his face. His father made him royal
priest and he granted him special privileges. Rajendra
was consulted before every important decision. He sits
high near the throne of the king and he exercised his
due influence over the governance. He was a royal
priest and mostly he spent his evening in deep
meditation in a temple. Rajendra had got two faces, one
of a dutiful priest at the court of the king and second
as the son of the house, at home. The sensuous lips of
his stylish mother, Manjushma, sweetly called him Raja
at home.
When he was barely twenty-one years of age his loveable
father the king died. He had to take up the position of
the king besides that of royal priest. He handled most
of the affairs well but he made some mistakes also. As
the king was young he sought advice from his widow
mother. This was common between them to consult each
other and often they had discussion on ethics and
morality as to what should be the moral code of the
society. That was something discussed mostly at the
court too.
Often cases of marriage within a family came up and the
king had to grant special permission, which he did with
the nod of his head. It astonished him that the cases
within family had increased manifold and there were
instances of sons marrying their mothers or the
brothers marrying their sisters for the preservation of
wealth. Now apart from his court life, Rajendra lead a
very unusual life.
When he would return home, His beautiful slender mother
Manjushma would be at door with a couple of 'dasis'
(maids) around her holding kumkum and a plate full of
flowers and rice. She would throw flowers at Rajendra
and he would touch her feet. This was a sort of asking
permission and she would let him in. Then all the
servants are ordered to leave the room.
The young king used to rest for a while. Then Majushma,
adorned in a beautiful silk sari with jewels all around
her sensual body (those days widows could lead a normal
life) used to call him to her room. Manjushma room was
decorated with flowers and it had red silk sheets
spread on the floor and there was complete silence and
beautiful fragrance of henna flowers suffused the air.
She would light a few candles before raja could enter
the room dressed in the usual 'dhoti' and
'kurta'(shirt). She used to ask Raja to remove his
'kurta' and sit in 'dhoti' only for meditation. Raja
had no option but to remove his princely robe of the
priest and remain dressed only in his one-piece garment
called 'dhoti'. He had nothing underneath it.
After a day's work, they would sit together to
meditate. Raja's father had been a Tantric sort of a
priest and he had started the initiation of some deity
and had died midway. He had told Manjushma to complete
the prayers and satisfy the deity invoked already. So
Manjushma had been doing this since the death of her
husband. Both mother and son sat together in that
perfumed room and meditated for hours. Though the
pattern of their meditation had changed over the years.
Earlier, when it started, they used to sit fully
clothed but now they had been minimizing this hassle.
Manjushma also got some kind of half dresses for some
special prayers. Sometimes, the busty mother would sit
opposite her son separated by a thin sheet on the other
side, and watch her son pray. As the time passed they
had started to pray with minimum clothes. Sometimes,
Manjushma would even let go her blouse at top baring
her magnanimous voluptuousness to her son. She would be
sitting only in a 'lungi'. This had been some practice
for years now. The mother and son were less inhibited
in front of each other. In fact, they had never been
more voyeuristic.
Her talk is clear, her body is neat,
Her caresses are gentle and sweet
Her hips sway with a wanton delight
Her swelling breasts is a wonderful sight
And when she bathes nude in the courtyard
She gives lifelong erections to the holy bard
One day the holy mother took his hand and asked Raja to
sit down. Raja had already removed his top garment and
his erection was hidden in the folds of his 'dhoti'.
Then she threw the pallu of her sari away and began to
unwrap her sari at her waist. In the meanwhile, Raja's
head began to spin as his mother's extremely white
sensual cleavage peeked from her rather wide necked
blouse. Once her sari was undone, she was wearing a
silk half pant kind of a thing inside. It was a silk-
netted garment, which revealed more than in concealed.
Then, the ever vivacious and pious mother began to
unbutton her blouse.
Raja's breath was caught in between as he looked at the
nimble white fingers going button by button. With every
button more of her beautiful motherly breast was coming
into view. Manjushma also rubbed her fingers on the
cleavage while undoing the buttons slowly. Then, she
reached at the last button and looked at her son gazing
right into her motherhood's eternal treasures- the
feeding place for the infants, and smiled at him. He
looked right into her eyes and reassured her of her
motherly love.
Then the holy pious mother of the boy priest unbuttoned
her blouse completely and threw it away on the red
satin sheets. Then, with the palm of her hands, she
cupped her humongous tits and squeezed them in front of
her soon, she pushed out her breasts a little as if
stretching her body at top and then she rubbed them
together before leaving them to hang in the open on
their own accord and be admired by the eyes of her son.
Raja was going crazy and his huge cock was already
grown to monster size and he could think of nothing.
His entire body was on heat. He could feel his
breathing getting heavier by the second. He was
feasting at her mother's nudity and yet not for the
first time. It had been the ritual for past many months
now to sit down together semi nude like that and then
meditate for a few hours.
Now with her breasts bared to her son, Manjushma asked
Raja to close his eyes and meditate. She pulled a sheet
between them. It had a hole from which the mother could
see the son. Soon, they started to meditate. They
recited certain 'mantras' together. Although, the
dutiful son was reciting the mantras yet he could not
take his mind off his mother's breasts. They were
hanging from the sky in front of his closed eyes. He
imagined his mother full nude during these meditation
sessions.
He had seen her breasts so many times that he had
remembered them by heart. When he closed his eyes,
those big beautiful white mounds of his mother came in
front of him. He saw them for hours and admired their
beauty in the depth of his mind. He saw the areolas so
clearly that he could draw circles exactly like them.
He had also memorized the nipples by heart. Those were
two towers of motherly love from where he had drunk
fountains of health. Those brownish nipples were like
two little penises standing upright.
As his mother often rubbed her titties and nipples
together after removing her blouse, the nipples would
often be erect and tout. Thus, Raja always thought the
nipple to be this way since he saw them erected all the
time. His mother would give him this show for a few
seconds before pulling the sheet and meditating. Then
they would meditate for hours together. The mother
maybe meditating really but the son meditated only
about the beautiful breasts of his mother. They had
become an eternal fixation for this son. Then, after
the meditation they would have their dinner usually in
the same state. So nudity was hardly any taboo back in
those days. Their life would go on in a normal way.
But there was something more than mother and son love
here. Since Raja had his cock flagged all the time he
was near his beautiful mother, it became impossible for
him to contain his basic desires. Once he saw his
mother taking a bath in nude in the courtyard and he
nearly came in his dress. For a lady of her age, it was
unusual to have such fair and wrinkle free body. Her
hips looked like ivory structures and her breasts had
some heavenly shine. They looked all the more inviting
when the water ran down her ivory white skin. What was
happing to Raja was not one sided. His mother Manjushma
had also felt the sex desire just like her son.
It has been quite some time since Manjushma husband
died. She had only her son to look forward to and she
got good returns also for her motherly love and care.
Manjushma was a thin young girl when she bore Raja but
her breasts had swelled with milk and they never
regained their original size. Now they were like two
big globes oozing with lust and her blouse did nothing
to hide their magnanimity. They were probably the most
perfect pair of tits in the kingdom. So round and nice
little nipples at the top, which were mostly erect. She
had a slender waist but had a nice ass. Her thighs were
also shapely and she had white hands and feet.
Manjushma was aware that she was a queen and a queen
could not copulate with an ordinary man. He had to be
someone royal. She also felt the desire of her body and
she was secretly thinking of having her son's cock deep
in her pussy and letting him fuck her all night long.
This desire swelled with each passing day but she was
also a very religious lady and had been performing
meditation at the behest of her husband. Now it was
this meditation that gave her some idea. What if she
mixed meditation with some nice real fucking and call
it some religious ritual. Will her son agree? She
started to wait for her son in the evening.
When evening falls and shadows drape the sky
The holiest of the holy pussy swells with joy
Waiting and knowing that tonight is the night
where a wrong can be done as right
With bangles from head to toe she looks great
She is ready to offer herself to her son on a plate
As usual raja came in the evening and his mother was
dressed in red sari with golden bangles and garlands
all over her. She was chewing the betel leaf and her
lips were fiery red too. She had kumkum on her head too
and she was beaming with pride- a pride, which comes in
the mothers when they think they are going to offer
their pussy to their sons. Her face had a pre nuptial
glow of a new bride. Her sari had frilly blouse
underneath.
It was torn at places and a lot of embroidery had been
done, but mother's bean like nipples could be seen from
the front. Raja even noticed some of his servants
taking hearty glances of mother's ivory skin. The
'dasis' around Raja threw flowers on him and worshipped
him before Raja got down to touch the feet of the
holiest creature for him in the universe- his mother.
Majushma smiled and hugged him to her nicely swelled
bosom. Whenever the mother and son hugged it was a
signal for the servants to leave. So they left without
a fuss leaving the mother and son in each other's arms.
They hugged for a long time and cock of Raja was
already stiff as they entered the house. Raja's mother
went inside and started to take off her blouse
immediately. Raja was surprised at the urgency and
asked.
"Mother! Why are you getting undressed so quickly? Let
me just catch some breath before sitting for
meditation."
"Son, my dear Raja, Today it might take long for the
meditation as we have to do some special prayers too.
So please hurry and come to prayer room in your dhoti."
Replied the lusty busty mother heading to the prayer
room now, in just her sari tied at the waist and nude
at top.
Raja followed her quickly and he had no inkling of his
mother's wicked plan. When Raja entered the room, he
was amazed to find a huge bed at the center of the
room. This bed had a pair of newly laid bedclothes both
for bride and groom. Raja was thinking to himself when
his mother stood in front of him removing her sari at
her waist. Her nice sag less breasts had nipples
upright poking at him. He watched her intently as she
removed her sari and then she was just in her frilly
petticoat which had too nothing much to hide.
Then she took his hand and looked him in the eye and
said, "Raja, my first born, my lovely son, your mother
loves you for all this world. You know, all these years
you have not only supported me through thick and thin
but you have also taken care of me like your woman and
you have neglected your youth in the process. I wish
your poor old mother could make up for it.
"But now, instead of giving something, here I am, even
asking something more from you. This time, only, this
is, not for me. This is for your dead father. Will you
do anything to bring peace to his departed soul? Tell
me Raja my son." Manjushma carefully planted her story.
"Yes mother, of course, it is the duty of every son to
do so. I will do what you tell me. Mother what it that
you have not told me what is. You are making me
curious."
"Ok Raja. If you are ready then I will say. Actually,
as you know that your father was also a 'Tantric' of
high order. He was meditating on some Daakini (demon
goddess) before his death. The deity that is Daakini
was invoked but she was not satisfied as the ritual was
left incomplete due to the death of your father. Now we
have to complete the ritual so as to free the soul of
your father." The sex crazy mother told her
unsuspecting son.
"But mother, what do I have to do to satisfy that
Daakini?" asked Raja giving Manjushma the opportunity
she was looking for.
"Son, I will invoke her and then she will talk to you
through me. But keep one thing in mind son, you must
satisfy her in all matters and do what she wants.
Through my meditations I have seen that she wants my
body for some time. Soon, do whatever she says to you
through my tongue. Don't disobey her otherwise your
father's soul will not rest in peace. Be careful son.
All the best." She had dropped a bomb on her son and it
was going perfectly the way she wanted. Raja was just
silently obeying her. Then both of them sat in the
ground and started to meditate. After some time,
Majushma cried loudly and fell on the floor. She was
just befooling her son. He went to her and held her by
her arms and shook her.
"Mother, what happened, mother, what's wrong" he was
barely saying this as Manjushma sat upright and started
to laugh loudly and said in a broken hoarse voice, "I
am not your mother, you foolish priest, I am a Daakini
which your father had called." Then she started to
laugh again. The boy bowed to his mother in respect,
thinking her a goddess.
"What do you want? How can I help you? Please forgive
my father and I will do what you will say Daakini
goddess" Raja pleaded to her forgetting her to be his
own mother. So far, Manjushma had been acting perfectly
and her son was completely befooled by her facade. She
could now give the garb of another woman to her carnal
pleasures. Her cuntlips opened and closed for a second
with excitement. She was about to ask her son to fuck
her and she chose these golden words.
"Look, you stupid priest, you must satisfy me in bed.
You must make love to me vigorously and only then I
shall leave the soul of your father. Otherwise if you
take it lightly and disobey me, I will destroy your
entire family. You will not even remain a king."
Raja was dumbfounded hearing this. His jaw fell apart
as he could hardly speak any words now. Suddenly there
was a rush of blood in his veins as he saw the proposal
from the Daakini as a blessing. Will he enter his
birthplace? Is this going to happen? Will he commit
this eternal sin? So far in the court, he had seen many
mothers getting married to their sons but hardly had he
imagined himself fucking his own gorgeous mother. As if
his mother read his thoughts as disguised as Daakini,
she said,
"You must dress yourself as the groom and put the
clothes of the bride on my body and then you should
take seven rounds of holy fire and then put Vermillion
on my head. I must be loved then to my satisfaction.
Then I will leave your mother's body and forgive your
father's soul too." By saying this Manjushma wiped
whatever hesitation there was in her son.
He lifted her in his strong arms and took her to the
huge bed where he made her up nicely with bridal
clothes in the process caressing his mother's body.
Majushma also felt real hot as her son's hand massaged
her enormous breasts while cupping her bridal blouse
over them. It was so nice to feel another person's hand
on her own breasts. She just awed at the nice grip of
her manly son. Her son's hand had the right size of
hands to cup her enormous swells.
She threw her head back at her son and her back was
curved like the wood of the bow and she threw her hair
back on her son holding her titties in his hands and
dressing her up. Then he dressed her completely and
made her wear a lot of jewels. She was really looking
like the sex goddess Rati, about to mate with her son,
god Kama. Then he changed his clothes too and took her
to bed. The bed had a silk sheet spread on it and it
was strewn with exotic flowers as large as her mother's
breasts now hidden behind that marital dress she was
wearing. Then, Majushma acting as the Daakini threw
herself in the arms of her son and shouted loudly,
"You silly bugger, what are you waiting for. Have me
this very moment. You son of a bitch, Hurry up! I am
dying here!" shouted the Daakini now and uttered
obscenities loudly. As a woman Manjushma had been quite
a religious one and she never uttered and bad word.
This uninhibited freedom of speech made her utter
extreme filth as her son thought that it the Daakini
that has taken the possession of the body of her
mother.
"Yes, I will do what you want. Tell me what to do,"
asked Raja timidly.
Now the Daakini swung her head wildly and began tearing
her clothes and drew her hair apart. Majushma was doing
this just to create the impression of a real Daakini to
her son. She deliberately tore her blouse near her
nipples and the sari was now removed from the groin
area and she had torn the frilly petticoat too thereby
exposing her midriff and even muff of her pussy.
Raja's cock tweaked at this horny sight. He went near
his mother to control her. She was still shaking far
and wide. He tried to stop her from moving to and fro
and went behind her and put her arms from behind near
her naked waist. Manjushma loved this sexy touch of her
son's hands on her naked white skin. It sent shivers
down her body and she writhed even more, shook wildly
so that her son's hands brushed her entire exposed body
at the center.
Raja now moved his hands to the top gradually trying to
calm his mother and stop her shaking. The distance
between his hands and his mothers exposed nipples was
diminishing by the second and then sparks of
uncontrollable passion flew in Manjushma as her son
touched her nipples. He rubbed the buds to their full
length. The blouse Majushma had torn was showing the
areolas too. On both the side little bit of areolas of
both her huge mammary were peeking out. Raja gently
massaged the exposed area while his mother was still
shaking to and fro acting out as a Daakini. She was
getting horny by every second now.
Then she shouted again, "What are you doing? Why have
not inserted your pole in my hole? Are you waiting for
some else to come and it, you son of a bitch." and
while shouting she stood up and removed all her
clothes. Then violently she tore the clothes of her son
Raja. Then acting as a Daakini she positioned herself
such that she sat on his face.
At first Raja thought it nauseating to be sitting under
the groin of her mother but he soon remembered that he
had to do anything to free the soul of his father. The
Daakini now thrust her pussy on Raja's nose heading for
his mouth. The smell in the crotch of his mother was
strong urine smell and she had even not cleaned her
anus properly. (Hygiene was not proper in those days
and private parts were rarely washed or the hair cut
down there).
His mother had never trimmed her pubic hair throughout
her life so they had grown to over eight inches in
length. Raja's face was dumped into the jungle of his
mother's pubes and his nose was diving deep into those
thick pussy hairs and he smelt the most horrifying
smells there.
At first, it was strong ammonia smell mixed with shit
but soon it converted into pleasant and then Raja's
already hard cock tweaked further when his mother's
pussy lips made contact with his lips. His lips opened
inadvertently, on the account of their own and his
tongue darted into the deep tunnel from which he had
come into this world. It tasted salty at first but soon
he started to enjoy its wetness and taste and his
tongue dived deeper and deeper.
Manjushma was getting ecstatic at this cunnilingus and
the joy her own son was giving to her pussy. She
started to gyrate her hips on his face in ecstasy while
some farts escaped from her anus. It added further
sexiness to the atmosphere.
Now it was getting too much for Raja. Somewhere in his
mind he was thinking that this Daakini was really very
nasty. He would teach her a lesson by fucking her
rough. He brought his face from the pussy of his mother
to her motherly boobies. Those melons of lust, which he
had admired, all those years in his meditation sessions
and he had sleepless nights once his mother bared them
to him. They were the ultimate fulfillment of his lust.
His hands reached to her boobies before his wet lips
could suck at the nipples. Meanwhile, Manjushma had
grown quiet and she loved every act of her son.
Raja cuddled close and began milking her fantastic
boobs while his mother caressed his head. It appeared a
normal mother child feeding session with the only
difference that after the feeding normally the child
sleeps whereas this child was getting this as foreplay
to fuck his mother. He was being enticed before his
cock pushed into the internal recesses of his mother.
He chewed the nipples and licked them until they were
flashing with his saliva on them.
The two nipples were particularly wet due to this
licking and yet they were erect demanding more. Raja
cupped the nipples and tweaked them with his thumb. His
mouth had gone down again but not towards her pussy,
but just about there on her flabby tummy. Her tummy had
a bit of flab and it made her midriff area look real
sexy and her bellybutton looked almost another pussy of
hers. It was real white and so deep that it could take
his cock when he was just a boy.
Then, sensing the heat, the mother got up and lay on
the bed and opened her legs baring her hairy pussy. She
separated the muff of hair with her hands and took her
son's cock and guided him inside her. Raja could not
believe that his cock was touching his mother's pussy
walls. The lips accommodated his cock nicely and he
pushed in slowly.
He had been nursed inside her here. These walls were
pushed away by his tiny body when he came into this
world and now his nice cock was pushing them for
pleasure. His cockhead got real far in his mother and
he felt her cry in pain. But when he looked at the face
of his mother, she was still violent uttering
obscenities and acting as Daakini. She was hiding her
pleasure in the garb of excited Daakini.
Raja began to move to and fro on the account of his own
self little realizing that it was his mother's pussy
his cock was piercing. Manjushma was now getting this
cock after ages and her pussy began to shower a little
rain on the her new guest who was going to stay here
for long and which was his inaugural night. Manjushma
bucked her hips up to support the movement. Now
Manjushma took the hands of her son to her breasts and
placed them there for support. Raja was feeling giddy
as he cupped his mother's huge breasts and moved to and
fro on the bed inserting his rock hard cock into his
mother's pussy.
Nothing could beat the sensation of his cock coming
fully out and then diving deep into the filthy hairy
ravines of his mother's heavenly pussy. The entire room
started to fill with the sounds of squish and thumping
of her mother's pussy. The dutiful banging of her pussy
by her son was carrying Manjushma away. His cock had
really swelled inside in his mother's pussy. Raja
looked to the eyes of Manjushma but her eyes were
closed as they were relishing each and every move of
her son. Manjushma forgot who she was acting and told
her son in ecstasy,
"I love it, my boy, where did you learn this. You are
making me crazy. Please fuck me faster son. Oh Raja,
fuck me with your nice cock. Fuck my pussy faster and
harder... I love it." Manjushma was not realizing that
she had stepped the role playing of the Daakini by
saying these words but her son, Raja, on the other hand
was lost in lust to understand anything. So, Raja once
again pumped his cock in his mother's pussy faster and
louder. Unable to take this intense pleasure as her
son's grip intensified on her ever rotund mammary,
Manjushma cried in ecstasy,
"O my dear, my son, my Raja. Take me to sex heaven.
Fuck that pussy real hard. Squish and churn my pussy.
Yes baby. Fuck your sex-starved mother, you holy man.
You man of gods starts the charity at home by fucking
your mother. Yes, fuck me, Raja" after hearing these
words Raja took no time to realize that it was his
mother who was enjoying him and probably the Daakini
had left her body. Manjushma was having an orgasm all
this time shouting obscenities she trying to regain the
composure of the Daakini with little success.
But now, Raja disengaged his giant cock from his
mother's pussy and asked, "Mother, are you all right? I
thought that the Daakini has left your body. You were
saying my name mother. That is why I disengaged." Raja
saw that while his cockhead was still lapping around
the juicy wet cuntlips of his mother, which had really
swollen with the vigorous thumping of her son's cock,
Majushma just turned around and without facing him,
replied in a very cautious motherly tone,
"yes Raja, though Daakini has left my body, but it has
enflamed my body with sexual fire. Please don't stop
now as I might die if you do not complete what you
started. What I am asking might not be right but that's
all your poor mother can say. It is all up to you now.
I don't know if you even find my used baby making body
attractive!" Saying this Manjushma waited in the silent
corner of the heart for her son to make a move.
As if her prayers were answered for she felt her
cuntlips quiver again and a large piece of flesh made
way into her deep love canal as she moaned in ecstasy.
Her son straddled her from behind holding her gigantic
ass first and then her boobs with one hand and thumped
her pussy to glory. The mother was delirious with
fucking.
"Raja, you made me the happiest woman and mother in the
world tonight!" Manjushma said,
He replied, "Mom, I love you so much that from today
onward I want you as my wife!"
She replied, "You wanting me as your wife is something
society won't approve but in secret we will be living
as wife and husband."
"Who cares for society, I am King I can change the law
and declare mom-son wedding legal." Raja said and
continued sliding faster inside her.
"I'm your wife now. You can make me pregnant! I want to
carry your child, honey!"
Raja cried out, "My mother, my wife.... carrying my
child. A child we conceived in love, as husband and
wife, in fulfillment of our love as mother and son!"
His mind was filled with thoughts of his mother's belly
growing, carrying their child inside her. He could only
imagine what was to come in the next few months, as
their child grew inside her, and he would be able to
fuck her, while their child grew inside her womb. He
would be so proud of what they had been able to
accomplish, from simply being a mother and son in
loving union, to a mother/wife and son/husband with a
child.
Manjushma was also excited with the thought of her only
son planting a child deep inside her. A child conceived
in their unconditional love as mother and son, but
sanctified by their new relationship as husband and
wife. She anxiously waited for the time when she would
give birth, and her breasts would swell, and she could
give nourishment to both their child, and to her loving
son.
Raja was at the point of no return, as he felt his
balls swell, and he knew he was about to plant his seed
inside his mother's fertile belly. He drove in deep,
and his balls exploded, spurting forth rope after
sticky rope of his fertile semen, with sperm destined
to make a child inside her womb.
Manjushma felt her son's semen flow inside her, and she
cried out, "Oh, Raja, I love you. I'll be such a good
wife for you, such a good mother for our child. A child
we made tonight!"
Both mother and son fucked each other the entire night.
The very next day Rajendra the King announced that he
is taking his mother as his wife because there is no
suitable match for him in his Kingdom. Just after
marrying his own mother he made a law under which it
was decreed that every son had the right over his
mother's body.
His father could not sleep with the mother if the son
desired so. As a consequence, a lot of incest children
were born. Raja himself fathered a child with his
mother. Their girl was named Yonekta (one who results
from the unison of lovers.) After the death of both
Raja and his mother the children of Yonekta continue to
live on and can be traced in the Dogra families of
north India.
Yonekta had made her mother and a father proud
She was a child of incest, it was spoken loud
A son's seed had gone into his mother's garden
Then occurred a sin for which there is no pardon
The greatest incest of a mother is bearing a baby
To her son who the baby called daddy,
Hearing this eternal tale must inspire you to sin,
To win your mother's pussy you must begin,
At her breasts before somebody or any,
Squeeze them in his hands while lapping her fanny
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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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