Yoni Puja Worship Of The Holy Vagina
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Part 1: Heaven’s door opened
I am chetan. When I joined engineering in a nearby town, my father anil kumar insisted me to stay in the hostel. But my mother lakshmi took exception for that and suggested me to travel daily from our village. She was concerned about my health due to substandard food served in the hostel.
My father told- “lakshmi, don’t treat him like a baby. Allow him to grow”. My father’s words decided the matter. But that made my mother take more care about me. Her immense love towards me got more explicit now.
I always knew that my mother is most beautiful women on this earth. Even though she is below matriculation level in education, she was widely respected for her immaculate common sense besides she was very graceful and majestic in her conduct.
By being a first lady of the village she perfectly lived up to the expectation. I was very proud of her for obvious reasons. But strangely I started enjoying her motherly touch and kiss in a different manner from my high school days itself.
As my school days are over I realized that I am in love with my mother. Gradually I started fascinating her and experienced ultimate satisfaction in doing so. Whenever she used to bring me a glass full of milk, I imagined how wonderful it would be if she offers her breasts instead of glass. Ugh! So far I managed to keep my desire and feelings within myself without giving any hint to her.
At the end of the first semester of my engineering, I came back to my village for 20 day’s break. On one Sunday, quite early in the morning, my parents were leaving for an important marriage in nearby town. Clad in red and gold silk saree, adorned with a lot of jewelry and with a heavy bunch of jasmine flower on her hair my mother was looking like an absolute goddess descended on the earth. With a lot of difficulties, I managed to say goodbye to her. I was filled with full of lust.
Suddenly something came to my mind. I rushed to my parent’s bathroom. I got what I was looking for. My mother had kept her just removed panty and bra rolled inside her petticoat and saree. I took all that to my bedroom and spread it on my bed and I rolled all over it passionately kissing them.
I was thrilled to the maximum when I found 3-4 thick hairs of my mother’s yoni inside her brown colored panty. Then I continuously masturbated on her panty and bra till the evening. After that, I kept all those back as earlier. That was the most satisfying day of my life until then.
When I heard the sound of our ambassador car it was already 10.30 in the night. I was watching tv lying on the sofa. Only my mother came inside. Driver dashrath returned keeping few articles in the kitchen and taking few bottles of liquor from bedroom cupboard. I understood my father has stayed at our farm house, which is about 10 km away.
My mother enquired me with a lot of love and started narrating few incidents happened at the wedding. But I was looking at her newly found amazing beauty which I never saw until then. She was completely different women today with a tired look, sticky skin, disarrayed clothes, loosened hair, dried flowers etc. When she turned to the kitchen, I saw part of her white bra that came out on the back of her blouse. That made me completely crazy.
When she went to her bedroom, I too followed her. When I pushed the door my mother was already started removing her saree standing before the long mirror. Her pallu was on the floor displaying her healthy and firm boobs in a tight fitting blouse.
Seeing me entering the room in a flash she pulled back her pallu and covered her breasts. I was totally not in my senses.
I went near her and suddenly grabbed her from back by her waist and started kissing on her shoulders and neck, mumbling . . . .Mother. . . I love you. . . ..You are most beautiful women on this earth. . . .I want you . . . I want to do that with you. . .. . .Let me have you. . . .Please mother. Completely shocked over my act she almost screamed but managed to control. She aggressively questioned me in utter rage. . . Chethu. . .. What nonsense are you doing? Are you in your senses? . .. Etc… Etc., but I continued to beg her for love.
Regaining her composure, she now in complete authoritative voice strongly snubbed me and asked me to get out of her room. By seeing the conviction in her voice, I get back and started to retire in utter shame. I stopped and in a very shaky voice I pleaded for forgiveness and begged not to tell anything about this to the father. I vowed her not to repeat such things again. Tears were rolling on my cheek.
I was in complete shame and was totally shattered. I decided to leave for my grandmother’s place very early next morning which is about 15 km from our farm house. It was 5 o’clock in the morning. Very silently I get ready to leave.
My mother somehow sensed that and she opened her bedroom’s door. My heart came to my mouth. Mother asked me- Chetan, where are you going? I mumbled- to grandmothers. When I got inside my room to take my bag mother followed me to my bedroom. I sat on my bed with my head down. Tears started rolling down again. Mother stood beside me. I started crying and said-
Me- sorry mother. . . . .Really I am very sorry… . .It was a great mistake. I should not have done so. . ..
Mother- (in very gentle voice) chetu. . .I too fell very sorry. . . Even I should not have scolded you like that.
Listening to her words my emotion bursts out. Instantly mother took me in her arms and folded my face in her breasts. She consoled me by scrolling her fingers through my hair and also kissed on top of my head.
Me- mother, your son has become very bad. But if you forgive me this time surely I will become good. Promise!
Mother- chetan. . .I loved you very much all these years. I always wanted you to be happy. But yesterday I was very rude to you. The reason is I never expected such thing from you. I thought whole night and then decided I should give you what you wanted.
I shocked!!!
My fingers started trembling! What am I listening? Is it true or it is illusion? My mother clearly understood my position. So she took my face in her both hands and gently kissed me on my forehead and on my eyes.
Again put my face on her breasts this time more convincingly thrusting her nipple on my lips. It was a moment of bliss for me. I thought I am fainting. But I did not. Taking my own time to realize the situation finally I kissed her nipple very gently. That particular moment signified we both are in consensus.
With one hand caressing my head, the mother started unhooking her blouse with other hand. Opening the blouse she lifted her bra cup to liberate one boob.
Then she deeply looked in my eyes. Now my lips were trembling. She held her nipple between forefinger and middle finger and leaned forward to touch my lips. I closed my eyes. Mother gently pushed her nipple between my lips. Very gently I started sucking it. She also closed her eyes. I don’t know how long we were like that.
As I got more confident I gulped her balls to full capacity of my mouth and started sucking it more vigorously. Also, I started to squeeze the other boob with my hand. In approval of my movement mother hugged me more tightly and also started kissing on my forehead.
She was still standing beside me and I was sitting on my bed. While sucking her breast I surrounded my arms around her waist. Gradually I slid my hands on her round buttocks. On caressing it I felt her panty on her saree itself. After few moments of soft caressing, suddenly I grabbed her buttocks firmly and tightly and felt my fingers went almost 2 inches inside her flesh. Such was the softness of my mother’s 40 sized round buttocks. Instantly my mother thrusts her other breast inside my mouth with a big scream.
Encouraged by her moaning I started squeezing her buttocks with my both hands at my will. I pushed her on the bed and mounted on her thumping my hard tool against her yoni. Mother tightly hugged me around my neck. Our lips are locked forcefully and rolled over each other passionately.
After sometime, mother whispered in my ears- chetu beta won’t you get inside you, mother? I said- sure mom. I stand on my knees and slid down my shorts. Mother started lifting her saree. I took that job from her and lifted her saree along with petticoat up to her waist. Mother made easy for me by lifting her ass.
I saw she was wearing red color cotton panty of similar design which I masturbated yesterday. I was very eager to look at heavy flesh and mound of her yoni in her tight panty but mother asked me to come on her. When I leaned on her she took off her panty and spread her thighs widely. She took my cock in her hand and inserted it in her yoni.
As I was about to enter my mother’s yoni the morning devotional music started playing from the loudspeakers of the temple as every morning. My mother again whispered in my ear- chetan it is great, this is a good omen. Even god is blessing our relationship. Come on darling. Her words and her interpretation thrilled me very much.
So I gently pushed my cock inside my own mother’s holy yoni which was already wet and slippery. She grabbed me by my neck and allowed me to enter her completely. I started fucking very gently but increased my speed gradually. My mother equally responded, very rhythmically by suitably lifting her ass/waist matching my each stroke. I was feeling the haven. After some time I reached the climax. With complete force, I ejaculated my sperms inside my mother’s golden bowl.
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~~Beatrice~~ “It this ... everyone?” Sighing, Jack nodded, crouched low on the roof of Robina’s. “Clara’s not here yet, but yea, h this is everyone. If any of the hunters escape into a nightmare, Azamel will send Fiona to help us on that end. You know, assuming she can find us.” Beatrice started counting. Six vampires, one werewolf, and one monster; potentially two monsters, if they had to fight in the nightmare. That was not nearly as many people as Triss was hoping for. And, for some...
~~Beatrice~~ Following the Invictus right hands was hard enough, but now she had to follow three. Shadowing Julias was easy. Like a typical Ventrue, he was useless on his own. His power was in creating and controlling armies. But damn he looked good in a suit. Those broad shoulders, the combed back mafia hair, even the damn tie. It was a good thing she wasn’t using the blush of life, or she’d be rubbing her thighs together already. Fuck, the stupid knight made her feel like a cat in...
~~Beatrice~~ She had to get something to eat first, then she’d show Julias. She’d show up and beat the undead shit out of that piece of shit, stupid shit fuck. Eat first though, definitely. She was drained and tired from shadowing the trio, and there was no way she was going to confront big bad ancillae Julias without a stomach full of blood. She’d tried feeding on some people gently lately, using the darkness and her strength to her advantage. It had worked well enough, and she’d had more...
~~Julias~~ A taxi would not do, not for this. Perhaps it was too ridiculous, too absurd, or just too over-the-top, but Julias took great delight in the magnificent limousine they were in. Other Kindred would arrive in their usual ways, but the Prince expected a certain level of presentation for her ball, and Julias got that. There was something beautifully innocent in the mindless indulgence of expensive vice, jewelry, and wearing someone on your arm. Jack was in the limousine with him,...
~~Natasha~~ She stood there in front of Sándor, frowning, arms folded across her chest, and chewed on the inside of her cheek. Antoinette stood beside her. A thrall was busy cleaning of the prisoner’s body; it was a human body after all, and it did things human bodies did. Pooping, peeing, all the nasty realities of trying to keep a dangerous person prisoner. The horror stories prisoners of war shared were never fun reads. “Still unresponsive,” Antoinette said, sighing. “The mark on his...
~~Jack~~ Her. It was her. No doubt about it. As if someone popped a balloon in his face, snapping out of his memory to the present was loud and painful. That was Susanna’s childe, and Jack’s great grandsire. “In the name of peace,” Antoinette continued, “these three hunters were invited to the ball to be shown that Dolareido, my city, is not as devolved as other cities with a Kindred presence. We are better than our baser desires.” She adopted an evil smile, and looked back to the hunters....
~~Jack~~ It only took a small nod to the bouncer for Jack to get in. Just a week ago, he wouldn’t have dared dream of it, but Invictus connections were endless – larger than just Xnomina - so now here he was, stepping into throbbing music and pulsing lights. The air smelled of sweat, body’s grinding against each other with the beat, and enough skin was exposed to make his heart race. Or at least, it would have if it still beat; the fact it didn’t never stopped unsettling him. Everything was...
~~Beatrice~~ Climbing down into the cavern was getting easier. But no matter how good she was getting at it, if the clouds decided to cover the night sky, the obsidian shadow below her was an easy way to get some broken, mangled limbs. God damn the canyon was a bitch, with no good footing anywhere, and enough jagged rocks to kill any kine who fell down, guaranteed. But she was familiar with it now, knew where the good rocks for grabbing were, knew where to put her weight into a crevice to...
~~Jack~~ Getting taken back to the real world was a curse and a blessing. Everything, everywhere, was teasing him with answers he couldn’t get to. What was the Ritual of Faces? Black Blood and the red wraiths, what did they have to do with the ritual, how were the hunters doing it, why were hunters and spirits working together, what did the red wraiths mean when they mentioned ‘who the monster speaks with ... the trail to their goal.’ Azamel? Were they talking about Azamel? If they were, how...
~~Jack~~ “Oh my god,” Jack said. “Oh ... dear Lord,” Damien said. “Now arriving, Mister Jack Terry, of the Invictus, and champion this evening. With him, Mister Damien Burksen, of the ... Lancea et Sanctum, and champion’s guard,” the ghoul in the tuxedo beside them called out. The crowd turned to them, clapped for a few moments, nodded their hands, and resumed socializing. Somewhere along the line, Antoinette’s invite to the ball, which had included a ‘some skin but not too much’ message,...