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Old 10-22-2011, 09:42 PM
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My name is Suraj. I'm a 22 year old call centre worker in Mumbai. You've probably heard from me -- my other name is George and I can put on a very dodgy English accent. I'm the one that calls you late on a Sunday night and tries to sell you a mobile phone. You should buy one, they really are very cheap!

OK, joking aside, this story is about me and my mother. More importantly it is a story about how my mother and I, crossed that forbidden barrier imposed in all familial relations and began engaging in a live of rampant debauched sex. Interested? Read on...

My mother, Kaushalya, is a buxom and curvy woman of 40. She is slightly tall for an Indian woman of her age and time, standing at roughly 5' 4" inches. She married at 17 and had me at 18. Unfortunately her husband, my father, died from natural causes very soon after I was born. I don't have any real memories of my father, my only reference point to him is the picture of him hanging on the sitting room wall and of the various stories mother and other relative have told me about it. Mother continues to hang a fresh garland of flowers over that picture once a week. She's traditional like that.

Even though the world has moved on, she's managed to keep her old Indian ways. We have a computer at home which she's never touched. We have a TV that she can't control and a power shower unit that she can't operate. She wears traditional Indian garb such as sarees and salwaar kameez suits and even keeps her h*** in a tight Indian bun with and industry-standard middle parting. Her one vice, I guess you could say, is that she dies her h*** black. Except I'm not meant to know that. Nobody is. And now you don't know that either, got it?

Like all Indian mothers she makes fantastic Indian food. Except we don't really call it 'Indian food' here, we just call it food. Good honest, home cooked, spicy food. She also takes care of me, her son. From the day of my birth and all through my 22 years, my mother has been nothing but attentive to me and my needs. To be blunt, she has nothing else really. I am her whole life.

OK, that's bit of a lie. My mother has one other obsession in her life -- religion. My mother is a devout Hindu woman. She observes as many rituals as she can and seems to fast every other day for some reason or other. I myself am Hindu -- a reluctant Hindu shall we say. I'm really in it just for her. She takes this all so seriously and it's kind of rubbed off on me. I don't think I could survive at home if I didn't roll over and play the devout Hindu son routine.

I love my mother; she's been my whole life for, well, my whole life. But my feelings for her had become, confused, shall we say. I'm not sure when or how it happened but for a long time I'd been having strange thoughts about her.

You know the kind of thoughts.

Initially they were thoughts of affection. Imagining just being close to her. Hugging her. The thoughts became fantasies. Daytime fantasies. Long, night time fantasies. Wide-smiling fantasies. Cock-hurting, furious-masturbating, grunting fantasies.

Yes, THOSE kind of fantasies.

My mother has been the object of my lust for years now -- since puberty probably. I certainly don't remember a time when I didn't have lustful thoughts about her. I watch her when she's not looking at me. I stare at her big bosoms, her wide hips, her exposed abdomen under her saree -- when she wears one.

She doesn't know it of course. She's blindly unaware that harbouring in her home is a twisted, horny-as-hell son who would do anything to screw her into next week.

Nope, she just blissfully goes about her daily routine of praying, cooking, housekeeping, cooking, housekeeping, praying, sleeping, praying, etc etc.

Just to emphasise how seriously my mother takes religion, we have a Guru that comes to our house on a weekly basis. He and my mother sit down in the little prayer room we have and talk endlessly about scripture, rituals, dos and don'ts. I say they talk; it's more him that does the talking. My mother really just sits there in awe of him, hanging on his every word as if they were kind of divine revelation. Not that I have much faith in divinity.

I myself am sceptical -- some of the stuff he comes out with is just everyday common sense and others just sound like mystical mumbo jumbo. But to my mother, it's all profound wisdom.

It's that devotion to his every word that changed everything for my mother and I. That, unquestioning, na
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Old 10-22-2011, 09:45 PM
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Mother bowed her head, seemingly resigned to the Guru's wisdom. There was that unquestioning obedience once again...

"Behnji, the ritual is very simple and yet very powerful. I shall explain the details to you and you can perform the ritual with Suraj at your convenience. I understand this is a matter of privacy so, please, when you are ready and comfortable."

The Guru then went through and described in detail how we were to perform the ritual. My mother listened attentively. She seemed to have lost her relaxed posture somewhat as she sat there, nodding as the Guru spoke. She would not look at me at all for the rest of the time the Guru was with us that day.

When the Guru was done, he packed his things and mother escorted him out with a smile. Guru, nodded at me before he left, as he always had as a simple respectful gesture of his departure.

I sat there in the empty prayer room, my mind racing. I hadn't dared to get up in case either of them caught a glimpse of the huge tent my erection had made in the front of my salwaar. I couldn't believe what had just been discussed. I desperately wanted to go to my room and jack-off like a mad man but was left in a bit of a muddle. Was I to wait here? Was I supposed to perform puja right now? Was my mother really going to go through with this?

Mother didn't always perform all of the rituals the Guru taught her -- but she did most of them. I could feel my cock throbbing as I considered the sordid prospects. It didn't matter that she saw it as a purely religious ritual. There was the distinct possibility that I might see my Mother's pussy and that's all that mattered to me!

I sat there, trembling in anticipation but my mother didn't return. Not straight away anyway.

I could hear her tinkering in the kitchen and eventually she came back into the prayer room. I looked up at her and just watched as she walking in, picked up the ritual ingredients and headed back to the kitchen. For a moment my heart skipped a beat as I thought this might be it -- this might be my moment -- but it wasn't to be.

I felt deflated as I heard her return everything to the kitchen. She still hadn't looked at me, not one glance in my direction. I sensed she was feeling very embarrassed and no doubt apprehensive about undertaking the yoni puja ritual.

I got up and shuffled quickly to my room, rubbing my aching cock through my salwaar. Once inside I jacked off furiously and unloaded a huge wad, relieving my aching balls as I allowed my mind to wonder, and fantasize, and hope and pray that Yoni puja was one ritual my mother would not pass up.
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Old 10-22-2011, 09:47 PM
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Mother and I repeated the yoni puja every day after that. Each time was as intense as the last and each time I became lost in the magnificent display of sexual energy radiating from mother as I performed the yoni massage ritual.

There was neither embarrassment nor shyness now and all of the awkwardness from the first couple of attempts had disappeared. Mother had become very comfortable about parting her thighs and availing her sex. Within the confines of the prayer room and the puja ritual, she showed no inhibitions at all. She allowed me to take complete control of her pussy during the ritual, allowing herself to be completely lost in the moment and surrendering herself to the pleasure.

As much as I would like to say that pussy was regularly on tap for me, this was definitely not the case. Mother was the one who dictated when puja would take place and all I could do was to count my lucky stars that she was asking for it every day.

My biggest problem really was that yoni puja was starting to feel very one way. I'd leave each session with a raging hardon which I'd have to relieve quietly in my bedroom. Even after performing the ritual for almost a week, mother had no idea that I was harbouring an aching erection under my salwaar.

Don't get me wrong, I would much rather be here, getting the thrill of playing with mother's pussy on a daily basis than a mere a week ago when all I had to fuel my fantasies was my own imagination. Now I knew what she looked like, felt like, smelled like and even tasted like. I had thoroughly explored her cunt and now had ample jerk off material.

Still, this all left me feeling a little frustrated and a little resentful. I kept this from mother of course, performing the yoni puja with diligence and genuine enthusiasm. I just kept quiet about my needs. It was still a delight to watch this beautiful woman enjoy being pleasured after having been denied it for so long.

It was the following Sunday when Guru visited again that it all changed. This occasion I was already in the prayer room ready to hear more of his teachings. You could say I was fast becoming a bit of a convert!

As we all settled down and made ourselves comfortable, Guruji started off quizzing me about the progress of the yoni puja ritual. I glanced across at mother and found her to be beaming back at me with pride.

"We have performed the ritual several times Guruji. It has been most successful." I answered, mentally reminding myself that both of these people still saw it as very much a matter of religious observance.

Guru turned to mother just as she also began to speak. "Haan Guru sahib. Suraj has performed the yoni puja ritual very well."

She turned to me with a warm smile on her face and continued. "He has been most attentive and enthusiastic in worshipping the yoni."

The guru nodded wisely. "I can see, behnji, I have never seen you radiate so much earth energy. Do you see now the power of yoni puja?"

Mother blushed and nodded shyly. I joined in and Guruji appeared satisfied with our progress.

"How long must the ritual be performed, Guru sahib?" Mother asked inquisitively.

I hoped with all my strength that the Guru would answer 'forever'. What a massive step back it would be if we stopped it? The thought of not being with her pussy again was agonising.

Guruji contemplated for a moment before responding. "Behnji, how long must a soul eat to satisfy his hunger?"

Mother thought for a moment. "As long as he is hungry, Guru sahib." She replied somewhat apprehensively, unsure of what the Guru was trying to get at.

Guruji nodded and a smiled appeared across his face.

"So if a hungry man must eat to feed his soul. Then a yoni must be pleasured to satisfy a woman's desires."

"But I do not have any desires, Guru sahib."

"Then the yoni puja was not pleasurable?"

Mother blushed again and despite her best efforts a small smile spread across her full lips. "It was most pleasurable Guru sahib."

"Then let the yoni puja continue. Until it stops becoming pleasurable it should be seen as a continued source of earth energy."

Mother nodded in agreement, enlightened by the Guruji's imparting wisdom.
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Old 10-22-2011, 09:48 PM
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The rest of the day passed slowly and awkwardly to say the least. I don't think mother looked at me once, moreover it certainly appeared she was avoiding me. She managed to communicate to me without eye contact. It was frustrating and equally unnerving.

I couldn't stop thinking about the yoni puja ritual. My mind had gone blank while the Guru had described it though I had managed to capture enough to know that it involved coconut milk, some washing, some drinking, and a whole lot of up close and personal pussy action. My cock was on perma-erection and it was becoming very difficult to conceal it.

Sadly, it didn't look like there was any chance I was going to get to perform the ritual that day. Instead I spent hours in bed jacking off like a dog in heat.

We didn't perform the ritual the next day either. Nor the next, nor the next. Instead, all that seemed to have come from the yoni puja discussion was my inability to think of anything else. I thought about speaking to her about it, but chickened out each time, how would I even raise the topic.

"Hey mother, hi, you look nice, so how about spreading those milky thighs and giving me a gander of that sweet, sweet kittycat? I brought coconut milk." Didn't sound like a winner to me.

It didn't help that conversation between us had pretty much disappeared. Not only did she avoid looking at me, she avoided being in the same room as me. My feelings swung from out of control horny to lonely and depressed. It was a terrible few days. And when nothing happened by the following Saturday, I'd resigned to the notion that it wasn't going to happen after all. The only chance I'd ever get of seeing mother's pussy was going to be in my raging fantasies. I actually wished the whole topic had never been discussed!

Then things changed on Sunday morning in a bizarre and frustrating way. Mother's Guru was coming again today. By then I'd already accepted that yoni puja was not going to happen, much to my frustration and annoyance. I was still in bed when I heard a knock at my door.

"Suraj behta?" Mother called for me, she sounded apprehensive.

I had just relieved my morning erection so I was glad to not have to deal with another aching hardon just yet.

I got up and quickly opened the door to find my mother standing there in her usual prayer saree. In her hand she held a glass of coconut milk.

I looked at it dumbly for a moment before she spoke.

"Drink this, betah... it's from..." She said as she handed it to me.

She stood at the door for a moment as she seemed to struggle to continue.

"It's from puja... It's blessed and will make you strong."

I held the glass in my hand and before I could reply she'd already left and busied herself in the kitchen.

I held the glass of coconut milk in my hand, confused for a moment. I shrugged and drank it down without thinking about it any further. It wasn't unusual that my mother had given me a glass of coconut milk to drink. More often than not it was connected to some kind of puja ritual anyway. All I could do was think about how it didn't happen to have been used for the one ritual I was interested in.

Mother continued her policy of minimum conversation right up until the Guru visited us once again at his usual time, mid-morning. On arrival she escorted him to the prayer room and called out to me to join them. I shrugged and followed them numbly.

Once we'd all become seated, Guru wasted no time in broaching the topic of the day.

"Well behta, did you benefit from the yoni puja?" He asked.

There was silence in the room as it took me a moment to realise he was addressing me. I was usually a peripheral member of these holy sessions so was surprised to find him speaking to me before speaking to mother. I looked across at my mother who quickly turned away, clearly as confused as I.

"Guruji, we didn't..." I began mumbling but my mother quickly cut me off.

"Guru Sahib, I gave him the blessed coconut milk this morning." She said hurriedly.

"Ahh..." The Guru turned to my mother and then back to me again. "It will strengthen you, betah. A mother's yoni is a most sacred place. It is the source of your life and drinking the blessed coconut milk will enrich and empower your soul."

The Guru smiled at me and mother, glancing between us clearly pleased that his teaching had been adhered to.

"Behnji, you are privileged to have such a caring son. Yoni puja has come so naturally to him. I recommend you undertake it as often as you can."

The guru clearly didn't' recognise the confusion on my face. At no point in the last week had any puja been performed on any yoni -- much to my disappointment.

"Tell me, betah... " The Guru turned back to me. "Did you find the yoni to be receptive to your actions?"

Well, now I was completely confounded. The Guru was clearly under the impression that I'd got to perform the ritual with mother. I turned to my mother and before I could say a word she began to speak.

"Guru sahib, I performed the ritual myself. Suraj..." Mother bowed her head as she continued. "He drank the blessed coconut milk from the ritual."

My cock twitched with the realisation that the delicious coconut milk she'd given me this morning was a little more special than usual. I had actually drunk something that had come in contact with my mother's pussy. The very thought of it almost blew my mind.

Guru, was less impressed though. He looked to my mother and pressed her on the matter with all the authority of a teacher.

"Behnji, the yoni puja ritual is meant for two people. And it must be undertaken as prescribed. It is invalid otherwise."

"But Guru sahib, it is something that is difficult for us." She glanced at me, and I recognised an expression of pity. She clearly felt worried for me. As if it would be difficult for me to undertake the puja ritual. Nothing could be further from the truth, of course!

"It is natural that it is difficult." The Guru replied patiently. "Yoni puja, and indeed lingam puja, are very old and very sacred acts. They have been performed for many, many years. It is unusual in modern families for such acts of puja to take place in these circumstances but this is only because families have changed and become more separate."

"Families are now more spread out." The Guru continued as he glanced from me to my mother. "Where in the past yoni puja could have been performed by a female relative who lived with you, it is often now not possible. In this case, it is only you, Behnji, and your son who are able to perform the ritual."

"And furthermore, if it is only women who perform yoni puja, how will men ever receive the blessings?"

Mother slowly nodded in agreement. It always amazed me how the Guru managed to get my mother to 'see sense' even where she had shown great difficult in accepting only moments ago.

"So you see betah, it is imperative that you perform the ritual." The Guru said, looking back at me as if I was the one who needed persuading. "Does your mother not deserve the right to have puja performed for her?"

I looked across at mother who quickly turned away and bowed her head, her face flushed in obvious embarrassment.

"And Behnji, you must not deny your son from performing puja of the yoni. How else is he to receive these blessings? Hmm?" The Guru, nodded at each of us, seeking our agreement to his wisdom.

"Now, Behnji, " he continued. "...remember how I described the ritual? Suraj betah must apply the milk and massage it around and into the yoni. He must also..."

I think I fainted at that point. Too much blood had rushed to my cock and my mind had simply given way. The Guru once again described the procedure to mother. She listened attentively this time and even asked questions from time to time. He occasionally made gestures with his hands as he described the actions I was to perform. I'd like to say they were hot kinky finger thrusting motions but they were actually more bland and educational. This was clearly very much a religious ritual being described by the Guru and my mother was obviously absorbing it as such.

Mother looked at me from time to time. She had a determined expression on her face as she concentrated hard on the instructions she was receiving. For a moment it almost dampened the intense arousal I was feeling. But only for a moment.

When the Guru finally finished, he smiled warmly at me and mother, taking pleasure in having educated us to yet another religious doctrine. Mother escorted him out as always and just like last week, I chose to stay seated to avoid offending anyone with my aching, engorged cock.

But unlike last week, mother returned to the prayer room and sat down again. She didn't look at me as she busied herself in performing a prayer at the statue of Ganesh we have in the centre of the room. All I could do was sit there patiently, waiting for her to finish so that I could excuse myself and jack off in my bedroom once again.

Once she had completed she turned to me and for the first time in a week, just looked at me. Her expression was blank, which I found slightly unnerving. She seemed to be lost in thought, even staring through me for a while before she came back to her senses and just smiled warmly - that glorious motherly smile that warmed my heart and comforted my soul.
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Old 10-22-2011, 09:51 PM
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"And aside from the benefits to you, you're also forgetting the benefits to the performer of the ritual." Guru turned to me, smiled wisely and continued. "As long as suraj benefits from consuming the blessed yoni drink, the puja should continue."

I nodded in agreement with the Guruji's wisdom and my cock twitched in my salwaar. "Ehm, Guruji, is there a similar ritual for the lingam?" I blurted quickly.

At that moment I was fully aware of a hard stare burning into the side of my face from mother. Somehow brining up the topic of lingam puja was not as acceptable as yoni puja.

The Guru smiled warmly, pleased to see this new inquisitive side of his usually less than enthusiastic disciple. "But of course Suraj, betah. The universe is made of equals and opposites. As there is a puja for the yoni, there is also a puja for the lingam."

Guruji then went on to explain in detail the benefits of lingam worship, its common practice on the Shivalingam in many temples and circumstances in which it should be performed.

I listened in ernest as Guruji imparted his wisdom, absorbing in fascination the details of the ritual, it's history and practices. I glanced across at mother a few times to see that she was just sitting there with her head down, looking uncomfortable.

As if reading my mind, Guruji turned to mother. "Behnji, this is a wonderful time for you to undertake the lingam puja for Suraj betah."

Mother swallowed hard and looked at me and Guruji apprehensively. I dared not meet her stare, scared she might see the disobedience and deception in me. My interest in lingam puja wasn't based in any desire to observe my religion. My mind is far too perverted for that. I wanted for mother to reciprocate all of what I had done for the in the past week and for once, consider my pleasure. I wanted her to worship my cock and bring me to orgasm.

"Every day," The guru continued, "whenever Suraj performs yoni puja, you may also perform lingam puja. The discharge of the lingam is the seed from which all life germinates, behnji. The yoni cultivates this seed but it is the lingam which initially created it. Suraj betah would benefit greatly from the ritual and so too would you."

Guruji then went on to explain the detail of the ritual itself as mother nodded reluctantly in agreement. She looked across to me with a pained expression on her face, her eyes full of fear and concern. There was no doubt she was unsettled with the notion of pleasuring my cock but listened attentively anyway and reluctantly agreed to perform the lingam puja alongside the yoni puja.

I myself ejaculated in my salwaar. Or at least I almost did.

We spent the rest of the session chanting hymns and listening to extended sermons from the Guruji. At first I could think of nothing other than the lingam puja and the prospect of mother performing it on me. Slowly though, my arousal dissipated and my dick hung limp in my salwaar as the Guruji went on and on and on. Mother, eventually perked up again once we'd moved on from the topic of lingam puja.

Once the session had completed, mother got up to escort Guruji out. I remained seated in the prayer room, numb after having had to endure the Guru's never ending religious diatribe. It was only when she returned and sat down once again did my mind return to the thrilling prospect of her performing lingam puja on me.

She sat in quiet contemplating, facing the Ganesha statue. Neither of us spoke but we both knew what was on each other's minds. Finally, after a long silence mother eventually turned to me.

"Betah, what Guru sahib said about lingam puja..." She had a pained expression on her face and I could see that her mind was in some turmoil. "... You must remember it is a sacred ritual. It is not to be confused with any 'worldly' desires."

"I understand mother. I..." Mother cut me off mid sentence, raising her hand gently and making a gesture for me to stop.

She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. "You have been performing yoni puja wonderfully, betah. If you are willing to continue to perform the ritual, I would like for you to continue to perform puja at my yoni."

"If...If you want to observe the powers of lingam worship then I will undertake the puja for you." She looked to me for some reassurance, her mind heavy with the implications of what she was agreeing to.

I was quick to reply, knowing exactly what I wanted.

"I do mother. I'm fascinated by the teachings of the Guru. I never really listened to it before, I thought it was just mysticism and mythology. But I've changed my mind now. The yoni puja rituals have invigorated me. I love performing the puja for you."

Mother couldn't but smile at my enthusiasm.
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Old 10-22-2011, 09:54 PM
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"Betah, it is ok. It is a most blessed ritual and you shall receive great empowerment from performing it." She repeated the Guru's words to me as if I required persuading. I in turn nodded and feigned a slightly concerned expression. Enough to make her feel I was a little unsure but not so much to make her feel I wasn't willing to take part in this.

"There's a bowl on the kitchen counter, get it please. There is a fresh carton of coconut milk in the fridge as well." She said with a hopeful smile.

I couldn't believe it was actually going to happen. I swallowed hard and climbed up onto trembling feet. I remembered to angle away from her to conceal my erection. Having mother see me with a boner was definitely going to be a deal breaker at this early stage!

I hurried to the kitchen with lightning speed and returned with the carton and the bowl. I placed them on the floor between mother and I and sat down, remembering again to conceal my twitching weapon. I then stared at mother dumbly, awaiting further instruction.

Mother turned to Ganesh again and seemed to whisper a prayer under her breath. She then swallowed hard as if to draw some strength and resolve from within. Then, with surprisingly quick movements she climbed up onto her feet and pulled the cushioned stool from the corner of the room and placed it right where she had been sitting. She then lifted up the skirts of her cotton saree and held them at her waist as she sat herself down on the stool. She then shuffled her ass forward so that the stool was under the small of her back and her ass was mostly off the seat. She placed her hands on either side of herself to assist in supporting her weight in this less than comfortable position. She picked herself up off the stool a couple of times as she meticulously adjusted her saree and her position until she was satisfied.

I then stared dumbly at the sight of my mother, sitting opposite me, legs open and relaxed with feet flat on the floor and her pussy, her gorgeous womanly pussy, slick with feminine moisture, heavy folds of curly pinky-brown and glistening skin, was splayed out in front of me like some delicious delicacy waiting to be tasted and devoured.

"OK betah, bring the bowl under me to catch the coconut milk." She said as she nodded in my direction.

I don't know how I managed to stop my self from leaping in and burying my face in that snatch. I could feel the saliva build in my mouth as a ached to run my tongue amongst those delicious folds and taste her womanly essence.

Instead, I managed to keep my cool as a shuffled forward and pushed the bowl under her ass -- keenly aware that my hand was only inches away from the glorious sex.

I could smell her cunt as I came closer. It's rich musky perfume making my nostrils flare and my mouth drool. I inhaled deeply but discreetly and edged closer, thanking my lucky stars for this glorious day.

As strange as this whole situation was, mother was unusually calm, and focussed about it. She began instructing me on how I was to perform the ritual. Talking through the prayers I was to say, the actions I was to perform, the thoughts I was to think. I listened intently, trying my utmost to focus on her words and not the beautiful gash she was presenting to me so freely.

And so I proceeded with the ritual. I took my time obviously, savouring every moment that this magnificent woman, the source of all my most sordid fantasies, would allow for me to be so close to her sex. I poured small amounts of the coconut milk onto her pussy. Into the cute small patch of natural unmolested pubic h***. Directly onto her clit, or where I presumed her clit was. Over the slit itself and round and around. I watched as the pale fluid drizzled down over her lips in rivulets, streaming down and sinking into the crevices, emerging out further down to dribble and drip into the ceramic bowl underneath.

I looked up a couple of times to see if she was watching this delightful sight with me but she was simply staring up at the ceiling -- no doubt thinking of anything apart from the thought that she was sitting in her prayer room, exposing her pussy to her son who was now washing it with coconut milk.

I didn't care that she was obviously uncomfortable with it. This was my moment. My moment with her pussy and I wasn't going to flinch for a second.

I remembered to whisper the prayers as I reached down with trembling fingers and began to mages her slick yoni. With my fingers pressed together I massaged her sex in circular motions, keeping pressure on the top of her pussy while curling my finger tips and letting them sink in a little at her entrance. I kept this up in slow rhythmic motions and glanced up occasionally to watch as my mother's chest heaved as her breathing came in deep slow breaths.

I placed my fingertips at the top of her pussy and pressed firmly while making a couple of quick circular motions. I thought I heard a gentle moan escape her lips and when I looked up I saw she was biting her lip. I did this a second time and there was a definite gasp and I watched in fascination as her cute toes curled.

On the third time the moan was unmistakable as a gush of clear fluid erupted from her cunt, splashed against my fingers leaving droplets all over her cunt and along the insides of her thighs. I've seen enough pornos to know when a woman ejaculates. It wasn't a big massive mind numbing gasping and panting orgasm. It was a small, uncontrollable, why-did-it-have-to-happen-now-in-front-of-my-son, whisper quiet orgasm. Like her pussy couldn't bare the excitement any longer and spilled forth, despite all efforts to hold back. A cute, orgasm.

My mother was breathing quickly now as she slowly recovered from her. I immediately went to try and bring her to that point of ecstasy again, greedy to watch the incredible sight of my mother reach her climax again.

As my fingers pressed again on her clitoral hood, mother spoke in barely a whisper. "Betah... undhar bhi... inside as well..."

She was still staring up at the ceiling, only now her face was flushed and a sheen of sweat glistened on her rosy cheeks.

I naturally obliged as I proceeded to the next part of the puja. I ran my fingertips down along her slit and just before they began to sink into her slick sex, I pulled them away. I repeated this a few times and smiled as slowly I was sure my mother was lifting herself off the stool as my fingers played at her opening.

I continued teasing her until she was pushing her hips up in tiny thrusts, her body responding now despite herself.

"Please betah, undhar bhi. Inside as well. Puja... undhar..." her voice was soft and pleading.

Mother craned her neck forward and gasped loudly as I pushed two fingers up into her hot pussy in a single powerful thrust. For a brief moment I saw the beautiful mix of delirious lust and gratitude on her face as her pelvis made minute circular movements designed to grind her cunt against my invading digits.

Her head fell back again. I watched as her eyelids fluttered and she mewed and gasped as my fingers began pumping into her greasy cunt. I ran my thumb up and down the outside of her pussy, up along her slit and pressing it firmly against the firm nub of her clit, tweaking it with each motion.

I began working up a rhythm, thrusting two fingers into her soaking cunt and stimulating her clit with my thumb as my knuckles made it passed her vulva. Her warm velvety canal enveloped my fingers as they attempted to cling onto them in a vain attempt to hold them inside. The squelching sounds of pussy flesh being furiously attacked were soon drowned out by her gasps and moans as she approached her climax once again.

I frigged her harder, my fingers thrusting into her receiving cunt in powerful hard thrusts and she made no attempt to pull away from their assault. She began to thrust her pussy up to meet my motions now, her body having relented to the long ignored scintillating pleasure of deep vaginal stimulation. She lifted her head several times and I saw an expression of delirium and lust, her lips pursed as she took quick raspy breathes through clenched teeth.

Finally, she let out a loud screech as her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers and an explosion of juice squirted out from her abused pussy. Her body stiffed as she pulled her knees together, clamping down on the fingers that were still inside her. Powerful surges shot through her body causing her muscles to spasm randomly and sending shocks from her tingling pussy outwards to her fingers and toes.

As she gradually made her way down from her peak I eventually drew my fingers out ran them up and down her slit a couple of times. Her body continued twitched.

"Nahin betah, bus. That's it betah, no more. Please." She panted. She lifted her head and through tired eyes she found the sanity of mind to instruct me to wash my slick fingers in the coconut milk.

I dipped my fingers into the pale white fuild and washed off the mixture of her watery ejaculate and slippery cunt grease. As I did so I watched as she slowly climbed off the stool and let her saree skirts fall to the floor. She then went and sat down against the wall. She drew her knees into her chest and hid her face away. Her breathing slowly becoming more regular as her body retreated from its climax.

Eventually she looked up at me, her flushed face twinkling from a sheen of sweat and framed by tussled clumps of matted her. She turned her face away in embarrassment as she spoke "The coconut milk will give you strength."
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Old 10-22-2011, 09:55 PM
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"So you see the wisdom of the Guruji now?" She asked in ernest.

"I think I do. Now." It took all of my strength to force sincerity in my reply and after my mother eyed me with a quizzical stare she eventually accepted my reply as genuine.

"Can we start now?" I asked her, full of hope.

Mother chuckled uneasily, shaking her head.

"Silly boy. I don't think your mother's poor yoni can bear any more of her devoted son's puja for today." She said. She placing a hand against her lower abdomen as a pained expression appeared on her face. She furrowed her brow and hissed through pursed lips, emphasising to me how much pain she was in, even as a cheeky smile tweaked the edges of her mouth.

My mind recalled our early session of yoni puja where I had been exceptionally rough with her cunt. I had taken out some of my anger and frustration from the pleasure being so one directional and I think I may have over done it. I had frigged away at her abused cunt with powerful strokes even though she had squealed and begged for me to stop. Yet it had resulted in the most intense orgasm she had ever felt and even though she had thanked me for pleasuring her so thoroughly, she'd requested for me to be more gentle with her poor abused yoni.

I wanted to tell her that it wasn't actually yoni puja I was talking about this time. As my cock throbbed in my salwaar, I was much more interested in exploring the lingam puja ritual.

However I decided not to push the issue. She'd already indicated that she'd perform the lingam puja, it would be best for me just to let things run their course and let her proceed as she felt comfortable.

Part of me worried that she might change her mind later and that if I didn't push now I may lose the chance forever.

Alas it was not to be as mother just smiled at me warmly and kissed my forehead. She then left the prayer room and carried along with her daily chores. I was resigned to my bedroom once again, jacking off my engorged and enraged member.

********

The next day, being a Monday, I was back at work and spent the whole day watching the clock waiting for the opportunity to head home, head to the prayer room and finally have mother pleasure me. Maybe there was something in my excitable attitude that help me to sell over 15 mobile phone contracts that day, 5 of those to one customer in the UK that was too polite to hang up. I was definitely the toast of the tea-time crowd and I was sure that Nandini, the hot girl from aisle 7, was checking me out. I would have to speak to her one day and ask whether she'd like some masala!

As soon as work was over I rushed home as fast as is humanly possible through the Mumbai madness. And joy of joys, as I came through the front door I found mother appearing from her bedroom just at that time in a white cotton prayer saree. She smiled in that soft motherly way that melts any son's heart as she headed to the prayer room.

Puja before khaana had become the norm in this house so I quickly went to my room and got changed into my prayer clothes and joined mother. I took my seat beside her and made prayers to Ganesh. As I finished up I looked across at mother and found her smiling warmly at me.

I couldn't help but smile back, my excitement showing.

"Kya hai ma? What's up?"

"Kuch nahin betah, sirf dekh rahaan houn. Nothing's up, I'm just looking at you." She replied coyly.

"Kyu? Why?" I asked playfully.

"Kyuke ithne saari saal se baad, meri ladka dharm sikhne ka shokh ayaa hain. After so many years my son has finally begun to enjoy learning about religion." She beamed with pride.

I couldn't help but smile to myself as I realised that she was actually quite right. I'd taken very little interest in religion before, but now I felt religion was speaking to me directly and in a language I understood. And most importantly with ritual's that I WANTED to perform.

"Ithne saari saal mein, humney dharm mein meri liye kuch nahin paya. In all this time, I couldn't find anything for me in religion." I replied with genuine sincerity.

"Aur abh? Kya badalgayee? Dharm se kya paayi? So what's changed? What have now you found in religion?" She asked curiously.

I looked at mother for a long moment and smiled. "Meri ma paayi. I found you, mother."

"Oh betah..." Mother became teary eyed as she moved across the floor to hug me. We both hugged each other tightly in a warm embrace, sharing our love for each other. I can't remember the last time I'd actually hugged her and I realised how much I'd missed the comfort of being close to her.

We held each other for a long time, neither of us wanting to move and break the embrace. I ran my fingers through her thick black h*** and leaned in to smell the fresh fragrance of lotus flowers -- the scent from her favourite shampoo. She in turn nuzzled into my chest, pressing closer to me. I ran my fingers along her neck line and across her shoulder blades in a playful gesture, feeling her shiver and giggle delightfully.

I held her closer to me in a tighter embrace and let my hands run up and down her arm, massaging and stroking as it went along. She reached up to my face and stroked my cheek and we stared into each others eyes, exchanging unspoken words of love, devotion and loyalty.

I'm not sure how long we sat there, holding each other in complete silence. The only sound either of us could hear was the gentle sound of our own breathing. Neither of us had noticed how dark the room had become as the sun had almost set over the hot and smoky Mumbai sky.

It was mother that spoke first when she eventually pulled away from.

"Betah, thum khaana nehin khaya. You've not eaten." She said as she realised how dark it had become.

Her face showed the pained expression of a mother's concern for her son's wellbeing, as if missing one meal would cause me to die of starvation. "Challo, mein khana pukara shuru kharta houn. Come on, I'll make you some dinner."

"Lekhin puja... But the puja?" I didn't really care about dinner. I wanted to perform puja. It's all I'd wanted to do all day and I didn't want to delay it any longer.

Mother just smiled at me warmly. "Puja karne ka bohot time hain. We have plenty of time to perform puja."

As she got up to leave the room, she giggled and stopped by the doorway. "There is plenty of time to pleasure the yoni and there will be plenty of time for the lingam to be pleasured as well."

With that she left for the kitchen and began preparing dinner for the both of us. I just sat there in the dim light of the prayer room. I couldn't believe what my mother had just implied. She'd just spoken openly about how we would both be pleasuring each other.

My cock strained against my salwaar and all I could do was try and ease the tension and just sit it out. Yet more waiting for now...

********

We spent the whole of dinner time glancing playfully at each other. We were like two school children, giggling and joking with each other, making funny faces and wearing cheeky grins.

Mother finished first and as she got up to take her plate into the kitchen she turned to me and said she'd be waiting in the prayer room whenever I was ready. She giggled like a school girl as she left.

I couldn't believe she was being so openly playful about her sexuality and the puja ritual we were both going to perform for each other. When she returned from the kitchen she carried a ceramic bowl, a carton of coconut milk and a glass of warm cow's milk. She smiled at me as she walked passed the dining table and disappeared round the corner, heading to the prayer room. I was sure her hips were swaying moreso than usual, though it was probably just in my mind.

I couldn't finish the rest of my food. With a boner as hard as the one I had at that point, my appetite suddenly went out of the window. I took my plate to the kitchen and left it in the sink after chucking the leftovers away. I washed my hands and could barely keep myself from stumbling as I hurried to the prayer room.

As I entered, mother looked up at me with a beaming smile on her face. "Ithni jaldee khaliya? You finished so quickly?"

"Nahin, I couldn't eat anymore." I replied honestly.

"You're not hungry? Saab teekh hai na? Is everything ok?" Her expression was one of concern as she fretted, like all Indian mothers, about their son's not eating.

"I think my hunger, right now, can only be satiated with yoni puja." I replied, smiling at her and putting her at ease. I know I was being a bit cheeky but she didn't seem to mind.

She smiled back at me and pretended to be annoyed at my brazen comments. As I sat down, I noticed with a startle that mother was only wearing her blouse. Her saree lay in a crumbled heap in the corner and she was sitting here, in the lotus position complete nude from the abdomen and down. Her magnificent pearly white skin seemed to glow in the harsh light of the prayer room.

Sitting adjacent to her I tried to peer across at her nudity, my unhealthy fascination with her pussy commanding my mental faculties once again. I could see just the beginning of her small patch of black pubic h*** but nothing more.

As I looked up I realised mother had caught me checking her out and though I felt embarrassed she didn't seem to mind. Instead she simply turned to face me and unlocked her legs from the lotus position and spread her feet apart. She bent her legs at her knees and let her thighs fall open as she leaned back and propped up her torso on straightened arms.

My heart skipped a beat as my magnificent mother showed no inhibitions in displaying her sex to me.
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"Acha lagtaa hain? Do you like this?" She asked sweetly, the innocence in her voice belying the apparent experience she demonstrated in teasing my cock. At the same time she raised one leg and bent it at the knee, splaying her thighs open suggestively. Petticoat or not, it was an incredibly sexy and seductive sight to see her open her legs and strike such an inviting pose.

For a moment I couldn't tell whether she'd asked if I liked her pumping my cock or the delicious wet cunt she had waiting for me under her garments. Either way, the answer was the same.

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her firmly, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as hers returned in kind. Our kisses were hungry and passionate as we gasped and sucked on each other lips, our tongues in a valiant duel against each other. She mewed and moaned as a long dormant need to feel and be loved consumed her as her hand continued to pump my shaft and her tongue danced in my mouth.

I pulled away briefly to reach down and tug at the cord on her petticoat. She understood immediately raised her hips off the floor to free up the loose strands of the fabric that were trapped beneath her, giving me better access. We kissed again, each one tweaking our arousal as powerful hormones surged through our bodies and the *** filled with sexual pheromones.

Her hand released my cock to join mine, helping me untangle the knotted petticoat cord, the two of us panting with desire as we struggled to release her from her clothing.

It was hard to believe it. Even after last night, and the previous night, and the several occasions before that - My mother was frantically helping me undress her so that she could have me attend to her pussy once again!

My mind screamed at me, repeating over and over again, punching this surreal moment with a piercing shrill thought as if I needed persuading that this was actually happening.

Finally the cord untangled as the front of her waist band fell open and I reached in and slipped my hand between her legs. She pulled me to her, pressing her face against mine as she kissed me with devouring intensity, desperately seeking my reassuring passionate kisses as she availed her sex to me once again.

She broke our kiss, hissing loudly with her eyes flung open in alarm as I thrust two fat fingers into her sopping sex, pushing them in as far as they would go with brutish force. In alarm her hand reach down to grasp my wrist, fingers wrapping round tight as she moaned from the sudden intrusion and the spike of pain from being so forcefully wrenched open.

I thought she might push my hand away, to save her poor pussy from my sudden intrusion into her delicate sex. Instead she just held it there; exhaling and cooing with a gentle grimace on her delicate soft face as I felt her nails dig into my wrist and her pussy tighten around my fingers.

I couldn't believe it, she was cumming already.

I massaged the heel of my palm against her furry mons, grinding my fingers into her constricting spasming pussy as I felt her slick warm juices flood her velvety canal and slime my probing digits.

Her thighs were clamped shut as she ground her hips against my hand, drawing out her orgasm, gasping as muscles all over her body tightened and bolts of electricity centred on her pulsing vulva and spread out as shockwaves to her extremities.

I held my fingers steady in her, allowing her to ride her ecstatic waves while I continued to massage her pubic mound through her intense climax, listening to her sweet gasps and moans as her body wracked with convulsions.

Gradually, as her orgasm subsided, and her motions began to ease, she opened her eyes again and stared across at me, her gaze distant and serene. Her breathing was easing now and her beautiful face glowed with a satisfied, if slightly lazy, smile. With her dishevelled h*** and glistening sheen of sweat on her forehead, I couldn't believe how in love I was with her and as I stared deep into her eyes I realised that the feeling was mutual.

I kissed her softly, a gesture of love and reassurance to ease any thoughts of guilt she may have, even as my hand continued to massage her pubis gently and my slick fingers played easily in her loosening motherly cunt.

As she kissed me back her hand reached down and stroked my forearm gently, enough for me to feel encouraged about how I was making her feel - How she was enjoying having my hand between her legs.

Slowly she moved her attention back to my cock, straining as it was to be part of the fun after having been ignored in the brief moments of her intense climax. She grinned at me with a mixture of pride and mischief as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft once again, as if to say that just as I'd claimed ownership of her pussy, she too was claiming rights over my cock.

I had to consciously remind myself that this was my supposedly prudish mother, who no more than a couple of weeks ago had been nothing more than a source of fantasy in my perverted mind and with whom sexual contact had been limited to me sneaking around her underwear drawer and leering at her body when she wasn't looking.
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She then got up and left the room. I heard her make her way to the bathroom, close the door and lock it behind her.

I sat there, mesmerised by what had just happened. I picked up the bowl of coconut milk and gulped it down expecting it to taste of her essence. All I could taste was coconut milk.

Blessed coconut milk.
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"There is neither shyness nor embarrassment in performing puja, betah. It is a glorious and sacred thing. Why would I wish to conceal my yoni when my son shows so much enthusiasm in worshipping it?" Mother smiled. "From today, whenever you wish to perform puja at your mother's yoni, you may approach it freely."

I moved closer to her, approaching her splayed form, my eyes locked on the sight of her delicious cunt as I once again began undertaking the worship of that sacred place.
The atmosphere was electric as my mother leaned back and settled herself on the floor, arranging her body into a seated position that felt both comfortable and accessible. She spread her legs wide apart, her milky white thighs splayed open unashamedly, and unreservedly. I licked my lips as I eyed the delicious pussy being paraded in front of me once again.

I took my time, drinking in the sight of this magnificent maternal woman, charged with sexual confidence as she opened her femininity to me. Her bosoms heaved as she breathed slowly and calmly while her low cut blouse showed off ample cleavage. Her nipples made small peaks in the otherwise smooth cotton fabric as they strained against their tight confines.

She had a warm and welcoming smile on her face, brimming with love and adoration for me. Her cheeks were rosy and flushed as her body tingled with excitement and anticipation.

I placed my hands gently on her shoulders, pushing her slowly further back till she was lying flat on the floor. Her legs fell open naturally as she bent them at the knee. I pushed her thighs back further, forcing them wider and opening her sex even more as a soft gasp escaped her lips. She held her legs open like that, her gash exposed to me lewdly.

I reached down to that gorgeous pussy once again and massaged the fleshy folds softly with my finger tips. She lifted her head and watched me, smiling encouragingly, her face beaming with a mixture of pride and tenderness.

I was much more gentle this time, having been so rough with her on the previous occasion. I could tell she was in some pain as she hissed and cooed whenever I pressed too hard. I apologised several times but she just smiled back at me with maternal patience.

"A yoni is sacred, betah. it must be cherished when pleasured, not punished. Please be gentle with me today." She explained softly and patiently.

A silent exchange passed between our eyes, one of trust and devotion as I leaned into her sex and kissed her tender folds lovingly. She sighed as I whispered my love for her and for her yoni. She reached down to run her fingers though my h*** pressing me closer to her cunt.

"I will love this magnificent and sacred yoni with all of my heart." I whispered. "You have offered me your yoni and I shall love and pleasure it with my entire being."

She watched with a mixture of fascination and lust, mewing and gasping as I placed tentative kisses all over her sensitive flesh. She moaned and lifted her ass off the floor, pushing her pussy into my face ever so slightly as my kisses played close to her clitoral hood. I lapped hungrily at her slick folds; sucking them into my mouth and watching them jiggle delightfully as my tongue flicked over and across them quickly.

I pleasured her delicious cunt, teasing and tweaking her arousal. I ran my tongue all over her sex, from the slimy entrance where her lubricating fluids oozed to the very top where I let my tongue flick at her smooth sensitive clitoral nub under its heavy hood of curly labial flesh.

I focussed on that sensitive bud, flicking it quickly with my tongue while sucking the thick hood into my mouth. Her breathing came in quick shallow breaths as her legs began to tense, I realised she was fast approaching her first orgasm. I sucked harder at her sex and flicked my tongue quickly against her clit bringing her closer and closer to her release.

Her hips started to gyrate as she struggled, unsuccessfully, to pull her sensitive nub away from my relentless attack. Finally she clamped my head between her thighs and pressed my head to her pussy as she erupted into my mouth, screeching as her climax finally took hold of her.

I lapped away hungrily at her gushing cunt, gulping down all I could of her delicious watery ejaculate while the rest dribbled down her ass to soak the carpet underneath. My tongue continued to thrust at her engorged clit, tweaking the sensitive heart of her climax as electric shocks surged through her body.
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