Daakini and the innocent son

This is my tenth story of incest and probably the best one. You have already read mine “ hot booby pushpa”, “ a mother’s story” and “ Brahmin mother”, “flowers of incest” and “a motherly reward” , “Rani mother”, “ a religious tantra with my mother.” I have just polished it but the theme and content remains original. Please don’t forget to send me your comments and suggestions at amit815@rediff.com while you could also post some of your incest fantasies to me which could help me find a new plot. Remember, it’s your feedback which keeps us coming. So please, do respond on amit815@rediff.com. Now, the story…brand newThe story here belongs to the times of ancient India and in a way the story traces incest back in India when the civilization was at its peak. Not all the literature which is produced in a particular age sees the light of the day. Some literature is always restricted from the public since it may enflame their passion or incites their feelings. This story here was originally written in dogri, a language in use right now in north India but to a smaller extent now. For the benefit of story16 readers, it has been translated by me. I have added a few things here and there to make the reading worth but the theme remains original and so do some of the important concerns and pasteurizations. I have also tried to follow the poetic prose pattern which was there in the original dogri text Here is the story without any further delay.Where is the holy mother with the deadly bust?Her huge thighs and cuntlips fill me with lust.Sari around her waist and vermillion on her head,Her pubic hairs look at me as they are to be shed,Of such heavenly thumping is my mother capable,This eternal incest will stay on as an incest fable,As I hold her big breasts and push my lingam away,In her deep pussy embedded forever I will stay…..All respect to the big breasted eternal mother who rules the fantasy of every son on earth. That holy mother who takes on the shape on mother earth in nature and copulates with sun and sky to create life. Holiness is her greatness and revered as she is, for her infinite love giving capabilities. She takes the form of one’s mother, sister or aunt and then gives her infinite love in one form or another. It might be motherly or sisterly love or just filial attachment at first but soon this love grows and finds its consummation. Every love must find its consummation otherwise the soul remains starved just like without water the plants cannot grow. 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. That is the reason why she has incarnated as majushma, the mother of the very honorable priest Rajendra. Rajendra is the royal priest of karnavarman, the king of nyayanagara. The great king karna has granted special privileges to Rajendra and he is the one who is consulted before every decision. Rajendra has a slim body with a childlike face and not a blemish on his bright face. There is a natural glow emanating from his face. He sits high near the throne of the king and he exercises his due influence over the governance. He is a royal priest and mostly he spends his evening in deep meditation in the company of her beautifully adorned mother, manjushma. Rajendra has got two faces, one of the dutiful priests at the court of the king and second as the son and man of the house, at home. Rajendra is sweetly called as Raja at home by the sweet sensuous lips of his stylish mother, manjushma. The position at the court resulted from the sudden demise of his father and he had to take up that position on the behest of the king. He has been handling it rather well and the king gave his ideas a free rein. The king was also young and had a widow in his mother at home. This is common between them and often they had discussion on ethics and morality as to what should be the moral code in the society. This was mostly the stuff at the court too. Often cases of marriage between families came up and the king had to grant special permission which he did with the priest’s nod. In the recent years, the cases within family had increased manifold and their were instances of mothers marrying their son or the brother marrying the sister 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 around her holding kumkum and a plate holding flowers and rice. She would throw flowers at me and then raja would touch her feet and she would let him in. Then all the servants went from that big palace like home of Rajendra. It was an ancestral home and generations of his family had lived here. Then majushma, adorned in a beautiful silk sari with jewels all around her sensual body (those days widows could lead a normal life) called raja 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 mehndi flowers suffused the air. She lit a few candles and then raja entered the room dressed in the usual dhoti and kurta. She asked raja to remove his kurta and sit in dhoti only for meditation. Raja quickly removed his princely robe of the priest and now he was dressed only in his lungi like garment called dhoti. He had nothing underneath it.It had been a sort of practice for many years between the voluptuous mother and her dutiful son. After a day’s work, they would sit together and meditate. Raja’s father had been a tantric sort of a priest and he had started the initiation of some deity and had died mid way. 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. They sat together in that perfumed room and meditated for hours. Though the pattern of their meditation has 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 of recently, 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 holiness abounds in her sweet limbs and feetHer caresses are always so gentle and sweetHer round hips sway with a motherly delightHer voluptuous breasts often come to sightOr when she bathes nude in the courtyardShe gives lifelong erections to the holy bard.Today also, when raja’s mother took him to the prayer room, raja could intensely feel the heat burning in his groins. Then his holy mother took his hand and asked him to sit down. Raja had already removed his top garment and his erection was hidden the folds of his lungi. Then she threw the pallu of her sari away and began to unstick 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 head 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 them 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 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 really meditating and the son meditating on 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 kind of clothes. 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 so love here. Since raja had his cock flagged all the time he was near his beautiful mother, it became impossible for him to contain himself. Once he even saw his motherly bathing nude in the courtyard and he nearly came in his pants. 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. This is not one sided. Her mother manjushma had also felt the 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 had been thin when she bore raja but her breasts had swelled with milk and they never regained their original mango 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 nimbler hands and feet. She also felt the desires of her body and she was secretly thinking of having her son’s cock deep in her pussy and fucks 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 calling it some ritual. Will her son agree? She started to wait for her son in the evening.The evening falls and the shadows drape the skyHere the mother’s pussy swells with motherly joyWaiting and knowing that tonight it will come to passShe dresses for her son exuding her vintage classWith bangles from head to toe she looks greatShe has offered 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 own blood mother, manjushma. 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 raja’s cock 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 be sit for meditation.”“Son, my dear raja. Today it might take long for the meditation as we have to do special prayers too. So please hurry and come to the room in your lungi.” 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 bed clothes 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.” Said manjushma carefully planting 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.” Continued the sex crazy horny mother telling her unsuspecting son.“but mother, what do I have to do to satisfy that daakini” asked raja giving manjushma exactly 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 the bomb 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 hoary voice,“I am not your mother, you foolish priest, I am a daakini which your father had called.” Then she started to laugh again.“what do you want? How can I help you? Please forgive my father and I will do what you will say daakini goddess” the boy 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 façade. 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 then she said 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.’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.” Said manjushma now relishing every moment of the hesitation of 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 persons 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 smells. 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 chuchies 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, 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,“u 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 which 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 two and fro and began tearing her clothes and drew her hair apart. Majushma was doing this just to create the impression of real daakini on 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 sends 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 mammaries 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 the second now.Then she shouted again, “what are you doing, why have not inserted your pole in my hole, are you waiting for some kind of muhurat, you son of a bitch” and while shouting she stood up and removed all her clothes. Then violently she tore the clothes of raja. Then his mother who was acting as a daakini 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 a rarity those days and private parts were rarely washed or the hair cut). 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 hair 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. Majushma was getting ecstatic at this cunnilingus and the joy her own blood son was giving to her pussy. She started to gyrate her hips on his face in ecstasy while some farts escaped her anus. It added further sexiness to the atmosphere.Now it was getting too much for raja. He brought his face from the pussy of his mother to her motherly boobies. Those melons of lust which he had admired all these years in his meditation sessions and he had sleepless nights once his mother bared them to him. They were the fulfillment of his lust. His hands reached to her boobies before the wet lips could pull at the nipples. In the meanwhile, manjushma had grown quite and she loved this play of her son. Raja cuddled as a child 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 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 all this licking and yet they were erect demanding more. Raja’s fingers cupped the nipples and he tweaked them with his thumb. His mouth had gone down again but not towards her pussy, 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. They accommodated his cock nicely and raja 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 they were being pushed by his nice cock 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 he cock was piercing. Manjushma was now getting this cock after ages and her pussy began to shower a little rain on the 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. Manjushma was getting carried away by this dutiful banging of her pussy by her son. 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” cried manjushma little realizing that she had stepped outside the role 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 mammaries, manjushma cried in ecstasy,“o my baby, 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, u holy man. You man of god, start the charity at home by fucking your mother. Yes, fuck me , raja” this time after hearing these words raja took no time to understand that it was his mother who was enjoying and probably the daakini had left her body. Majushma was having an orgasm all this time shouting obscenities she tried 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 left your body. You were saying my name mother. That is why I disengaged.” Raja looked while his cockhead was still lapping around the juicy wet cuntlips of her 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 old and used baby making body attractive!” Sais majushma and 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. She came thrice on her new found lover. The next few years were again a normal one. Strange laws were made in the kingdom and every son had the first 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 and raja himself fathered a child with his mother. She was named as yonekta- one who results from the unison of lovers. Her children continue to live on and can be traced in the dogra families of north India.Yonekta had a mother and a father so proudShe was born of their incest fucking loudA son’s seed had gone into his mother’s gardenThen occurred a sin for which is no pardonThe greatest incest of a mother bearing a babyTo her son who yaonekta calls her daddy,One day her daddy will fuck her mad tooAnd then she would stain her panties blueAnd bear her grandchild from her pussyHis daddy’s seed made them all so squishy.Hearing this eternal tale must inspire you to sin,To win your mother’s pussies you must begin, Before someone else finds your mother’s breast more hot and blunt,Its time you crushed them in your hands while lapping her cunt.