“Nikhil…I think it’s the delivery guy,” said Ananya, as the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and received the package. I’d been eagerly awaiting this particular item. Opening it, I removed the sealed box from inside. It was a small pocket-sized vibrator that I’d ordered online for my wife.
“It’s so small and discreet! I like it,” she said, as I showed it to her.
“Can’t wait to use it on you.” I grinned.
“You may get your chance tonight, mister.”
Ananya and I have been married for two years now. I am 27 years old, working as an architect in Mumbai. Ananya is 25 and works as an interior designer. We met three years earlier through mutual friends and decided to get married after a year of courtship.
We’ve been truly blessed with a wonderful marital and sex life. We both love one another deeply and understand each other. Both of us have a healthy sexual appetite. We are open with each other about our sexual needs and strive to bring the utmost pleasure to one another.
There was one part of me, though, that she didn’t know about. I am obsessed with Incest. I always read incest stories and watched incest porn during masturbation. I also loved reading about incest in human history as was practiced in ancient times, long lost civilizations and royal families. It’s scandalous, forbidden and taboo nature titillates me to no end.
My obsession with incest had gradually led me to fantasize about my own mother. Those fantasies mostly involved me and mama pleasuring each other using our hands and mouth, while sometimes going all the way and making love. Of-course, making a move and trying to materialize my fantasy had been unthinkable for me.
I had kept my fantasies a secret from Ananya, even though she is quite open and adventurous about anything sexual. I wasn’t sure how she would react to incest. So, it was a surprise when one night, she mentioned it herself.
We were on the living room sofa, curled up in each other’s arms, watching a movie. There was a sensual scene going on, between a young man and a mature woman, which I was enjoying immensely.
“They look so similar. She is old enough to be his mother, don’t you think? It’s almost like incest.”
I feigned ignorance. “Incest? What’s that?”
“Sexual relationship between family members. Never heard of it?”
“Oh! People do something like that?”
“May be. Could be just a fantasy. For some, it may be a real.”
Her fingers closed around my erection which was poking through my shorts. She gave it a gentle squeeze and continued to watch the movie.
I was secretly thrilled that not only my wife knew about incest but also, didn’t seem to feel repulsed by it. I hatched a plan to know more about her views on the topic and maybe get her interested enough to share my fantasies with her.
Next evening, during dinner, I said, “You mentioned “incest” last night. I searched it on the internet today. There’s a whole lot of erotic stories and porn about it.”
“Oh! I had no idea.”
“I read few of them out of curiosity. Some were quite well written. We could read them tonight if you like.”
“Yeah, that sounds fun.”
Once we retired to the bedroom, I brought up the 4 stories I had saved on my phone. These were my all-time favorites. I had read them so many times that I had almost memorized each and every word. I wanted to see Ananya’s reactions to them. We went through the stories together, reading silently. Once in a while, she would appreciate some particularly well written sections while chuckling at the some of the ridiculous, over the top, ones.
Once we completed, she said, “Wow! Those were really erotic. What else did you find? I see all these stories mostly feature mothers and sons.”
“Yeah, there were others involving father-daughter and brother-sister. I didn’t get the time to go through them. I’ll send you the links to these sites; see if you can pick out some good ones.”
Over the next few days, Ananya and I read many incest stories on our own on the internet and sent the ones we liked to each other. I mostly picked out the stories featuring mothers and sons while her selections were more varied.
On Saturday night, I decided to take it further. “I found this old porn movie called Taboo. I read it was the first major adult movie with an incest story-line. It’s considered a classic.”
“Let’s watch it then.” Ananya sounded excited.
I started playing the movie on TV. She switched off the lights. We cuddled on the living room sofa as the movie progressed. I had of-course watched it many times before, so once again I wanted only to note her reactions.
At one point in the movie, she said, “I like how these female actors look like regular women with natural breasts and pubic hair. I hate how the modern porn stars look.”
During the iconic incest scene of the movie, she remarked, “That hesitation and reluctance from the mother was well done.”
Throughout the later part of the movie, I was aroused as I fondled Ananya’s breasts over her nightgown while she caressed my hard cock over my shorts. By the end of the movie, I was squirming for relief. Once the movie ended, she switched off the TV.
Removing my shorts, she gripped my cock and said, “My poor baby! Let mama take care of this for you. Now be a good boy and go sit on the stool.”
I was surprised by the sudden change in my wife but went with the flow. We have a favorite cushioned stool that we have used numerous times earlier during foreplay. I removed my T-shirt as well. Fully naked, I got comfortably seated on the stool with my legs spread out on either side. My cock was hard and pointed towards the ceiling.
Ananya quickly returned from the bedroom with a bottle of baby oil and poured a generous amount on my erection. Standing in front of me, she gripped my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. She massaged and spread the slick baby oil throughout my groin.
She whispered seductively in my ears, “Mama will take care of you. Just relax and let mama pleasure you.”
As Ananya’s hands stroked my cock and fondled my balls, I relaxed, closed my eyes and fantasized about my mother. She moved beside me and stroked my cock faster up and down.
I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. “Oh mama! Yeah, just like that.”
“Yes baby, cum for mama! Shoot it all out!”
My cock exploded, shooting jets of semen across the floor. Ananya continued stroking me slowly until my ejaculation stopped. Even after that, my cock stayed mostly hard.
“Oh wow! Where did all that come from! I’ve never felt you that hard before or cum so much,” she said, a sense of wonder on her face. “And you’re still hard! Would you like mama to continue?”
I nodded, yes.
Ananya took off her nightgown and got naked. She spread out a yoga mat on the floor and asked me to lie down on my back. Sitting next to me, cross legged, she started caressing my semi-hard cock.
“That feels so good!” I sighed.
“Tell me baby, tell mama all your fantasies. Don’t be shy.”
I finally confessed to my wife about my incestuous fantasies.
“Then I had guessed it right.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Does it look like it bothers me?” She grinned, pointing towards my cock in her hands. “How did you start fantasizing about mama?”
“I’d accidentally found an erotica in my parents’ bedroom, shortly after my 18th birthday, while they were out of town. It was a collection of sexual fantasies and actual experiences of real individuals. There was one section of the book dedicated to incest which immediately fascinated me.
“One particular real-life account, in the book, had been from this guy, who had an incestuous relationship with his mother when he was young. It had started with his mother giving him regular handjobs at night to help him sleep better. It had then progressed to him getting in bed with her and pleasuring each other orally.”
My cock was now fully erect under Ananya’s expert fingers as I remembered those pages.
“That story became the foundation of my fantasies about mama. Many nights I would lay awake in bed, imagining her coming into my room and giving me a handjob to help me sleep.”
Ananya continued to stroke me slowly, focusing on the sensitive cock head and massaging my perineum.
“Faster,” I requested.
I moaned and groaned as Ananya’s hands sped up. My abs and butt started contracting as I inched closer. I saw stars as my second orgasm hit me hard. I didn’t ejaculate much but the climax was earth shattering. All spent, I relaxed back onto the yoga mat and closed my eyes, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss. Ananya gave a gentle squeeze to my cock and kissed me on the lips.
“Oh! That was awesome! Thanks honey!”
“I am so happy you confided your fantasies in me. It was beautiful.”
“Feels good to finally share it with you.”
Few days later, Ananya informed me that her brother, Ayush, would be visiting us during the weekend. Ayush is two years younger to her and lived with his parents in their country-side estate on the outskirts of Pune. Having recently completed his studies, he helped his father in their family business. He was a good lad and we got along really well.
Hearing about him, I smiled to myself. “You know, when I read some of the father-daughter and brother-sister stories you’d sent me, I fantasized you with your daddy or with Ayush.”
Ananya laughed. “You pervert!”
“Well, you know how my devilish mind works.”
“So, the thought of me having sex with another man excites you?”
“Not just any man. I can’t imagine you with anyone else. But daddy or Ayush…they’re family. And it’s just a fantasy after all.”
“Did you ever think of the possibility of having something like that with mama in real life?”
“I don’t know. It has always been this impossible fantasy for me.”
“But suppose you’d gotten some signs from her or she’d made the first move. Would you have gone for it?”
“I guess, yeah.”
Ayush arrived on Friday evening. The three of us had a fun dinner that night; lot of talks and laughter. Ayush retired to the guest room as I and Ananya got into our bedroom.
When we got into the bed, I wanted to try out something. I played with my wife’s pussy using the new pocket vibrator. She lay on the bed, squirming with pleasure as I rubbed the tiny vibrator across her labia.
She held me close and kissed my lips. “That feels so good. Give me a finger.”
I obliged by licking my middle finger and slowly wiggling it into her moist pussy. I gently fingered her while softly rubbing her clit with the vibrator. Her moans became louder.
“I wonder if Ayush can hear you. Would he get aroused listening to his sister’s moans?” I whispered into her ears.
I added my ring finger too in her pussy. She was soaking wet and my two fingers easily slid in. She clutched my shoulder tightly and I knew she was getting close.
I teased her again. “Imagine Ayush pulling out his hard, erect cock from his shorts and stroking it now, as he listens to your moans.”
I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy with the vibrator moving across her clitoral hood. “Would you like these to be replaced with Ayush’s fingers? Or better yet, with his hard pulsating cock?”
Ananya cried out and gripped my shoulder tightly as she climaxed. She shuddered as she rode her orgasmic wave. After few seconds her clit became too sensitive and she put her hand on mine indicating to stop. I switched off the vibrator but kept my fingers buried in her pussy which was quivering and flooded with her juices. She kissed my lips passionately as she came back to Earth.
My goal had been to find out if my wife would be aroused at the thought of her younger brother. Based on her physical reactions and the intensity of her orgasm, she definitely did. I also wondered, if I had succeeded in planting the seeds of incestuous fantasy in her mind, as we fell asleep.
Next evening, after dinner, Ananya and Ayush stayed in the living room, watching TV, while I got into bed. Sometime later, she came into the bedroom.
“Nikhil, I need to show you something.” She was acting strangely coy, trembling slightly and biting her lower lip. “Come to the guest room door after few minutes,” she said and left.
Around ten minutes later, I left the bedroom and walked across the dining hall towards the guest room, wondering what Ananya wanted to show me. The guest room door was slightly ajar. It was mostly dark inside, except for the faint light coming from the bedside lamp. I saw Ayush sitting on a chair with his back towards me. I could only see him from a rear three-quarter angle, his form mostly hidden in shadows. It looked to me as if he wasn’t wearing any clothes. His head was leaned back and his face pointed up towards the ceiling. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open and both his hands were lost in the shadows near his crotch. He was groaning quietly and seemed to be jacking off.
I paused. I was violating the lad’s privacy, so, started to quietly back away from the door. That’s when Ayush grunted, “Oh didi. Your mouth feels so good!”
It was followed by a cute little moan that I had heard multiple times in bed. I froze in place, wondering if I had heard that right. I heard the moan again; it was definitely Ananya. I moved closer to the door, almost touching it, and peered inside the room.
As my eyes adjusted to the faint light, I saw Ananya kneeling between Ayush’s legs, her hands on his thighs and her face lost in the shadows near his groin. She was mostly hidden from view. Ayush’s hands rested on her head, his fingers caressing her hair.
Realization hit me. My wife was giving her younger brother, a blowjob!
I withdrew from the door and leaned against the wall, my heart and mind racing. What was I seeing? My lovely wife getting physically intimate with her own brother? Did I get her so excited that she had decided to make a move for real?
My mind was full of questions, but my incestuous fantasies and curiosity took hold of me. I peered into the room again.
From the movements, it definitely seemed like Ananya was bobbing her head slowly up and down Ayush’s cock. Her hands roamed over his thighs and moved to his butt, squeezing them. Ayush let out another groan. I opened the fly of my shorts, pulled out my own erection and played with myself as I watched this erotic incestuous act in front of me.
Ananya straightened up and I could see her clearly in the faint light. Her nightgown was undone at the front. The upper and inner portions of her lovely breasts were tantalizingly displayed while the rest hidden in the folds of the fabric. Ayush leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, while his hands disappeared into her nightgown, no doubt fondling her breasts. She moaned again as she kissed her brother’s lips passionately.
Ayush leaned back on the chair once more as his sister’s hands fondled his cock and balls. She smiled at him and glanced then towards the door, catching me standing there with my hard cock in my hand. As our eyes met, I stopped caressing my cock and froze; unsure how to react. She arched her eyebrows and gave me a naughty smile. Her face disappeared again as she went back to sucking her brother’s cock.
My brother-in-law moaned and leaned his head back again in pleasure. I was well aware of the sensations he must be feeling. My wife loved to suck my cock during sex and her warm mouth and wet tongue are magical. Pre-cum oozed out of my cock.
“I am close,” said Ayush. He gripped arms of the chair tightly and spread his legs wider, tightening his thighs. Ananya bobbed her head up and down faster. With a loud grunt, my brother-in-law climaxed. My wife straightened up and came back into my view, her hands jacking off her brother’s cock as he started to cum.
The first spurt hit her chin with force and she jerked back, squealing in surprise. The next few spurts splashed across her neck and chest and started flowing down between her breasts. She continued milking her brother’s cock, staying with him throughout his explosive orgasm. His ejaculation finally reduced to a dribble. She gave his cock a final squeeze, extracting the few drops of seminal fluid oozing out. He collapsed on the chair.
“Holy shit!” Ananya exclaimed as she struggled to wipe off the cum, flowing down her body, with paper towels. She laughed and said, “Wow! Since when were you saving this?”
“Ten days,” Ayush replied, smiling.
Ananya smiled and shook her head in mock disbelief. “Idiot!” She got on her feet and playfully hit her brother’s head. “Now clean up this mess on the floor and the chair,” she said, ordering her younger brother. I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly they had moved from an extremely sexual setting back to being normal siblings.
I quietly went back to the bedroom, my hard cock pointing the way. Few minutes later, Ananya returned. Before I could say anything, she pulled my shorts off me urgently and pushed me on to the bed. Her nightgown hit the floor and she was on top of me in a flash.
“I need your cock in me now”. She was hungry for sex.
Taking my erection in her hand, she fed it into her pussy lips and lowered herself onto it. We both moaned as my cock easily slid into her wet pussy. She proceeded to ride me to both our orgasms. Once we climaxed, she collapsed on top of me with my cock still lodged in her.
As I opened my mouth to speak, she placed a finger on my lips and said, “I promise we’ll talk tomorrow. Let me just enjoy this moment for now.” She kissed me and went to sleep in my warm embrace.
Next morning, I woke up to the aroma of fresh coffee. I opened my eyes to see Ananya with two steaming mugs by the bedside. I accepted a mug from her as she sat next to me sipping hot coffee.
“Where’s Ayush?”
“He went out to meet his friends. Won’t be back till evening.”
“So… shall we talk about last night?”
“How much did you see?”
“The whole thing. Till the very end.”
She blushed. “You are not mad at me, are you?”
“Are you kidding? I absolutely loved it. It was beautiful. I am guessing this wasn’t the first time for you guys.”
She nodded.
I sat up with the coffee mug in hand. “Since when? How did it start?”
She was silent for few moments, staring out the window. “I am going to share my family’s biggest secret with you. It may sound outlandish, but please hear it with an open mind. You’ve seen the Ashoka tree at daddy’s estate, right?”
I nodded, yes. The majestic Ashoka tree, with its beautiful red flowers, was the center point of my father-in-law’s estate. It was revered in Ananya’s family and treated with reverence. The area surrounding the tree had been beautifully landscaped into a small garden. I loved to visit it whenever I visited my in-laws.
She continued, “There’s a divine presence within the tree, who my family secretly worships. She protects us from mis-fortune and brings us prosperity. As part of the worship ritual, we offer Her our incestuous love as obeisance, as did my ancestors.”
“What do you mean?”
Ananya looked into my eyes and said, “The ritual can only be performed by a parent and child. I and daddy; Ayush and mummy; we take turns to worship the divine spirit. And while doing so, we make love to each other.”
My eyes went wide with shock and disbelief. Here I was, secretly carrying on incest fantasies about my mother, and there was my wife with her whole incestuous family! Images of Ananya with my father-in-law, and Ayush with my mother-in-law, embraced in passionate love-making, swirled in my mind.
“Who is this divine spirit? I haven’t heard of any such deity or worship ritual in Hinduism.”
“There’s a long history behind it. You should ask daddy when we visit next time.”
“What about you and Ayush?”
“That’s different. Whenever a parent-child couple undertake the ritual for the first time, another adult member of the family needs to officiate the event and make sure all the ritualistic formalities are correctly followed. I and daddy performed the ritual for the first time on my 18th birthday, which was officiated by mummy. Similarly, on Ayush’s 18th birthday, I officiated the ritual between him and mummy. That was the first time I saw him naked as an adult and appreciated how he had grown.
“During the course of the ritual, our parents showed and taught us the wonders of sexual pleasure and intimacy. But the ritual was performed only once in a week and we had no sexual contact with our parents outside of it.
“Few days later, our parents went to Europe for a 10-day vacation, leaving me and Ayush at home. We had to skip the ritual that week and I had already skipped it the week before due to my periods. Seven days into our parents’ absence, I was already on edge and Ayush was horny as well. He came to my room that night and we had a talk. Words turned into kissing and fondling. Soon we found ourselves naked on my bed exploring each other’s bodies. We made love for the first time that night. With our parents’ vacation coming to an end, we spent the next two days pleasuring each other all over the house.
“We informed our parents once they were back. To our surprise, they were actually happy about it, since they knew it was inevitable. They said they wanted us to stay safe and away from seeking sex with boyfriends/girlfriends at seedy locations. With the risk of unwanted pregnancy, STDs or unconsented video recordings, they felt it was best if we could find sexual release in the safety of our home.”
“Wow! I always thought your parents as cool, but that’s just next level!” I said, amazed.
“Yes, they’re the coolest parents.”
“How come I never had any clue about all this? Did you guys stop?”
“After our wedding, we decided to be very cautious and discreet around you. It was highly unlikely that anyone else would understand or approve of our lifestyle.
“Many times, when Ayush visited us, I’d return home from office little early, while you were still at work. Or when we visited my parents, Ayush would take you away from the estate for few hours. That way I’d been able to continue all my incestuous activities in parallel to our marital life. I had never thought of revealing it you.”
“What changed your mind?”
“Few days back, I was using your laptop. I discovered an incest story site in the web browser history. Suspicious, I dug deeper and found many incest stories accessed from the laptop regularly. I was secretly thrilled that you were interested in incest fantasies. To know more, I mentioned about incest to you, the other night. You took the bait and now here we are.”
“And here I thought I was the hunter; looks like I was the prey!” I laughed as Ananya smiled.
“Once you revealed your fantasies about mama, I became fairly confident. I discussed it with mummy, daddy and Ayush. They were skeptical about revealing our secret to you, but eventually agreed.”
“Whoa! So… they know about my incest fantasies?”
“Yes. And they were so happy when I told them. They had never thought they would’ve a son-in-law who could possibly understand our family ritual.”
“So… what now?”
“Now I would like to invite you to be a part of my incestuous family, if you wish.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you liked watching me with Ayush last night, then I won’t have to be discreet anymore with him or with daddy when you’re around. And I know that mummy fancies you. So, we shall see where that leads to.” Ananya smiled at me, conspiratorially.
I was thrilled as I imagined the possibilities. “I would love that, honey. But it all feels so awkward. How do I even talk to your family about this?”
“Don’t worry too much. Ayush won’t talk about it with you today. He’ll be gone tomorrow morning. Then we’ll figure it out.”
Ananya got up, empty coffee mug in hand. I handed her mine as well. She said, “Would you like to watch me and Ayush again, tonight?”
I nodded, excitedly. “Just like last night?”
“Tonight, maybe in the living room. I’ll keep the door slightly ajar. You can watch us from the hallway.”
“Sounds good. And honey, you can spend the night with him in the guest room if you want. I don’t mind.”
She smiled and kissed my lips. “I’ll see about that. Thanks for understanding! Love you.”
After dinner, Ayush and I got comfortable in the living room, watching a movie. The lights were switched off with most of the illumination coming from the TV screen. Ayush relaxed on the multi-seater sofa. I sat apart on the single-seater. We did some casual chit chat as we waited for Ananya, who had gone to freshen up.
Few minutes later, she came to the living room wearing a tank top and the shortest skirt she owned. She settled on the multi-seater sofa next to her brother, her skirt just about covering her upper thighs. She wasn’t wearing a bra; her nipples poked out through the fabric. I also suspected she may not be wearing any panties under that skirt.
I saw Ayush’s eyes dart from his sister’s breasts to her thighs. And then our eyes met for a brief moment. He immediately averted his eyes and focused on the TV screen and I did likewise. It was awkward for both of us, since we knew what was about to happen.
Ananya probably sensed Ayush’s nervousness and placed his arm around her. As the movie continued, I kept my eyes on the screen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her rest her head on her brother’s shoulder, take his hand and place it on her bare thigh. She placed her own hand on the slight bulge in his shorts.
Ayush’s hand started caressing his sister’s thigh while gradually inching up her skirt. Few minutes later I heard her sigh and glanced towards them. Looked like her brother’s fingers had finally reached her pubic mound under the skirt.
I took this as my cue and got up, letting out a fake yawn. Both of them straightened up, withdrawing their hands to themselves. Ayush’s shorts had a tent and Ananya’s skirt was almost to her waist. I wished them good night and left the room. On my way out, I left the door slightly ajar, to peek through later.
I went into the bedroom and waited. After ten minutes or so, I silently tiptoed out of the bedroom back towards the living room, with a disposable paper cup in hand. I could see that the TV was still on but on mute. I remained hidden in the hallway and looked into the living room.
My wife and her brother were completely naked on the sofa engaged in a 69 position. Ayush lay on the sofa, his face pressed against his Ananya’s crotch while she lay on top of him licking the pink mushroom head of his erect cock.
He fluttered his tongue on her clit. She groaned with pleasure, enjoying his oral manipulation. He then hardened his tongue and plunged it into her, moving it in and out of his sister’s pussy. She licked the entire length of his cock and took it in her mouth, as much as she could without gagging. Using one hand to fondle his balls, she used her other hand to hold the base of her brother’s cock steady as she bobbed her head up and down. He grunted with pleasure and squeezed his sister’s cute round ass.
My cock was completely hard as I watched my wife and her brother pleasuring each other orally. Ananya got up and Ayush sat on the sofa reclining on the back rest. She climbed on his lap and sat astride him. She kissed her brother’s lips passionately, her hands on his shoulder for support. He hugged her; his hands gripping her back. She started rocking back and forth, rubbing his cock with her pussy lips, lubricating it with her slick juices. She pushed up on her knees and slowly sat back down on his erection. The brother and sister moaned as his cock disappeared completely into her pussy.
It was a beautiful scene, and though they must have done this countless times, I was seeing it for the first time. It was a sight to behold. I lowered my shorts to my knees and released my erect cock out of its confines. Smearing the pre-cum oozing out the tip all over the cock head, I started jacking off watching my wife make love to her younger brother in our living room.
Ananya’s breasts were directly in front of Ayush’s face. He kissed both of them and the space between them. He alternately took her erect nipples into his mouth and sucked on them. She arched her back with pleasure and started bouncing up and down her brother’s cock. Ayush alternated between sucking his sister’s sensitive nipples and kissing her breasts, chest and neck, driving her crazy.
She kissed his lips again and sped up her bouncing pace. He thrust up into her, matching her pace. Both of them grunted with pleasure as they synced their movements, driving his cock deeper into her pussy with each thrust. My wife climaxed with a loud cry. My brother-in-law followed moments later, groaning, as he spilled his seeds in his sister’s milking pussy. Their cries of orgasmic pleasure pushed me off the edge and I ejaculated a huge load into the paper cup.
The brother and sister continued rocking up and down slowly as their orgasm subsided. Both of them remained in their position, kissing each other softly, enjoying the post climatic bliss. They looked beautiful, as lovers, almost like soulmates, and I thanked my stars once again to be able to watch this intimate act. With one final look at my wife and her brother, I retired to my bedroom and waited for her to return.
Sometime later, I heard the guest room door close. Ananya still hadn’t returned. I went in search of her, but couldn’t find her anywhere. Finally, I went to the guest room and peeped through the keyhole to find her and Ayush, still naked, cuddled on the bed, sleeping peacefully.
I smiled as I realized that my wife had accepted my offer, after all, to spend the night with her brother.
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the warm gentle sunlight streaming through the windows. I checked my phone; it was 5 in the morning. My wife, Ananya, was asleep next to me. I got off the bed and stood by the window; stretching. We were in Ananya’s room at her parents’ home in their country-side estate.
The estate spanned almost twenty acres at the outskirts of Pune and is magnificent. It has orchards of figs and oranges, a small dairy with several cows, vegetable farms, gardens, ponds and the beautiful two-storied villa. Far removed from the noisy, polluted and busy cities, it is a peaceful paradise. I loved to visit it.
It was more than a month since I had revealed my incestuous fantasies, about my mother, to my wife. In turn, my wife had revealed her family’s secret; she and her brother have sex with their parents as part of an ancestral tradition of worshipping a divine entity. I had then watched my wife make love to her younger brother, Ayush, in our Mumbai apartment.
Since then, I had been eagerly waiting to visit my parents-in-law. Finally, getting few days off of work, we drove down to their estate for some rest, relaxation and, hopefully, something exciting. Ayush was on a trip to Goa with his friends, so it was just me, Ananya and her parents in the house.
Now that I knew and whole-heartedly approved of my wife’s incestuous relationship with her family, I wanted to watch Ananya and her father perform the sacred ritual. I was curious about the origins of this ritual and the history behind it. My wife had also hinted that her mother fancied me, so I was excited to see where that would lead to. It had been two days since our arrival, but so far nothing had happened.
I freshened up, got dressed and left for a jog. I and Ananya liked to keep ourselves fit and in good shape. I jogged through the estate and finally stopped at Ashok Vatika. It is a garden at the back of the estate, surrounded by a tall hedge. It’s full of beautiful flowering plants like plumeria, jasmine, hibiscus, rose and marigold. The colors and fragrance of those flowers are a delight to the senses. There are few wooden benches to relax. In the center of the garden, stands the majestic Ashoka tree with its beautiful red flowers. I found my parents-in-law in the garden, performing their morning yoga.
My father-in-law, Brijmohan, is in his late fifties. He is a tall, broad-shouldered man with graying hairs. My mother-in-law, Lata, is in her early fifties. She is a mature, classic beauty whom I have always found alluring. Both of them are fit and have good physique from regular farm work, country-side nourishments and yoga. I watched as they moved fluidly through the various asanas of Surya Namaskar.
Once they were done, we exchanged the customary good-mornings. My mother-in-law perspired freely, her face glowing, post exercise. She wore a saree, as usual. I admired her lithe body, beads of sweat glowing on her neck, chest and midriff. She smiled at me flirtatiously, like she had done frequently in the last two days.
“Stay here. I’ll have tea sent down. I am sure you both have lots to talk,” she said, addressing me and her husband.
As she left the garden, my father-in-law sat on one of the wooden benches and invited me to take a seat. We sat silently for few minutes, enjoying the gentle cool breeze, warm sunlight and chirping of the birds.
“This Ashoka tree has a great significance in our family,” he said, pointing at the tree. So, he is finally ready to talk about it.
I nodded. “Ananya told me about the ritual.”
“I know. She told me that you wanted to know more about it.”
I listened with rapt attention as my father-in-law started telling me his story.
“It all started after my father passed away when I was just 20. We used to live in Nagpur at the time. Ma was devastated with the loss of baba. My maternal grandma, Gauri, brought me and ma to this estate. Grandpa had already passed away when I was a kid. So, it was just grandma, ma and me living here.
“The family business and this estate were in disarray during those times. The business was in loss and debts had piled up. The estate was getting difficult to maintain, with no money to pay the farmhands. Ma was still grieving but started helping out grandma in management of the business and the estate. I was in college and helped them in whichever ways I could. Things were bleak and the future didn’t look good.”
He pointed towards the dairy farm. “Back then, there used to be a small cottage over there. It was where ma’s grand-father, Sanket, had spent his final years. Grandma decided to demolish it and build the dairy in its place. While sorting through the items stored in the cottage, she found Sanket’s memoir.”
A servant entered the garden carrying a tray with two steaming cups of tea. We accepted the tea and he left.
Sipping the hot tea, my father-in-law continued, “In his memoir, Sanket had written about his life in our ancestral village, Vrindavan. It was a very small, isolated village somewhere in the western ghats; doesn’t exist anymore. He wrote of a terrible time of suffering in the village when he was 19. When the situation was dire and all seemed lost, the village council had discovered a benevolent nature spirit. A divine, female celestial being, a Yakshini, had come to dwell among the cluster of Ashoka trees behind the village temple. She had wanted to help the village, but wasn’t powerful enough.
“You see, all the deities and celestial beings live in the Swarg Lok, a place which is in a different, higher dimensional plane than our mortal world. These celestial beings can travel between dimensions to visit our world. We usually think them to be all powerful and magical, but the energy that fuels their power comes from us; our beliefs, prayers and worship. Without these offerings, they’re powerless to affect any change in our world.
“For this particular Yakshini, the energy fueling her powers came from a very specific and unique source; the orgasmic bliss felt by a woman when she made love to her sire or her progeny. To her, the most spiritually potent energy was a mother’s love for her son and a father’s care for his daughter, taken to the pinnacle with their sexual union. She needed that energy to restore the balance of nature in the village. She communicated her thoughts to the women of the village council through their dreams. These women decided to heed her message.
“On the next auspicious date, all the council women gathered with their adult sons near the village temple. And there, underneath all the Ashoka trees, they made love. That was the first time, the ritual was officiated. That was the first time, Sanket made love to his mother.
“As the mothers attained their first ever, son-induced orgasms, they touched the trees and felt the divine presence of the Yakshini; touching them back, thanking them and sharing in their sexual bliss. The very next morning, the villagers could feel a change in the air and all around them, things started to improve. Now complete believers, all the families, started performing the ritual. Mothers & sons, fathers & daughters would come to the Ashoka trees and offer their sexual unions to the Yakshini.
“Gradually, the village was restored to its earlier condition of health, prosperity, lush flora and fauna. The villagers, ever grateful to the Yakshini, continued performing the ritual in gratitude and obeisance.”
My father-in-law paused to take a sip of tea. I put down my cup, now empty, and asked, “How did this tree and the ritual come here?”
“Years later, Sanket’s son, my grandpa, Piyush, came to Pune. He setup our family business there and got married to grandma Gauri. He bought this land and built this estate. Later, he brought his aging father here, to live with them. Sanket, brought with him, the seed of the same Ashoka trees from Vrindavan and planted it here.
“Grandpa Piyush had performed the ritual with his mother when he lived in Vrindavan. But he had never mentioned it to grandma Gauri. So, my grandma and ma were unaware of the ritual. Grandma showed the memoir to ma. They discussed the possibility of the Yakshini, or at least a part of her divinity being inside this Ashoka tree. Grandma urged ma to consider performing the ritual with me, in the hopes of reaching out to her to help us. We would’ve lost the business and the estate; the way things were proceeding back then. We needed a miracle. Ma hesitantly agreed to give the ritual a shot.
“I still vividly remember that night, when ma and I made love for the first time, here at the base of this tree. Grandma officiated the ritual. Fortunately, ma was able to sense a divine presence within the tree. We started seeing immediate improvements in our lives. So, we continued performing the ritual. Our initial awkwardness dissolved into eagerness as we both started enjoying it. We were able to turn around the business and save the estate. Ma was also able to overcome her grief and found happiness again.
“When I married Lata, I told her everything early on. I didn’t want our relationship to start with lies or secrecy. Luckily for me, she understood the significance of the ritual and was very supportive of it. I and ma continued to perform the ritual till her old age.
“I & Lata decided to raise Ananya & Ayush with an understanding about our lifestyle and family tradition, so they could make an informed decision whether to continue it. We were elated when both of them decided to undertake the ritual on their 18th birthdays.”
He gulped down the rest of his tea as he finished his story. He clasped my shoulder and said, “Nikhil, my boy. I am truly happy to have you as my son-in-law.”
I nodded my head and smiled in acknowledgement. Walking up to the Ashoka tree, I touched its trunk with a new found reverence. “Have you ever felt her presence?”
“No. Sadly, men have never been able to feel her. Only women have that privilege.”
As my father-in-law got up to leave, I asked, “That memoir. Can I read it?”
“Of course. It’s in the top shelf in my study. The one bound in red leather. But please be careful. Its old and fragile.”
I nodded as he left the garden, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Later that day, in the afternoon, I was with my mother-in-law in the orange orchard. The farmhands had been given the day off, so she had asked for my help gathering some fruits. It was the first time, in the last two days, that I was alone with her.
My mother-in-law is a beautiful woman with long, luscious, henna-dyed hair and glowing skin. Her figure is slightly voluptuous with curves at the right places. She wears her sarees tightly most of the time with sleeveless, low cut Indian blouses. Her choice of attire is mostly practical to help her manage all the physically laborious chores required on the estate with the farms, cows and orchards. But it also accentuates her figure, with her bare arms and midriff on display and a hint of cleavage teasing on top of her blouse. I had ogled her many times, admiring her beauty. She is an elegant country-side lady; strong, beautiful and sensuous; confident in her femininity.
I had noticed subtle changes in her demeanor towards me since I had arrived. During my previous visits, our interactions had been limited and cordial. But now that she knew about my incestuous fantasies, she seemed to be subtly flirting with me. She was giving me more attention, talking to me more often while being touchy-feely. Her movements and body language were definitely seductive around me. When I had mentioned this to my wife, she had winked at me and asked me to go with the flow.
We picked the oranges, mostly going for the low hanging ones, and gathered them in one basket. My mother-in-law would sometimes reach for a higher branch on her tiptoes, extending her body, bare midriff on display. I noticed she was wearing her saree and petticoat much lower on her waist than usual, almost at her lower hips. I hardly picked any oranges since I was busy admiring her body. She would bend lower than necessary to place the oranges in the basket, giving me a clear view of her ample cleavage. I was getting aroused and prayed that I didn’t get an erection.
“Nikhil, can you help me reach those?” she asked. She was already on her toes trying to reach an orange on a much higher branch.
I walked up to her and was unsure on how to help her.
“Just give me a lift,” she said.
I bent on my knees in front of her and put my arms around her thighs, locking my hands under her butt. She gripped my shoulders with both hands to steady herself as I lifted her up to the branch.
She started picking the oranges. Her navel was inches from my face, her bare skin tantalizingly close and I could smell her fragrance. Looking up, I saw her firm blouse-encased breasts and realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. I started to get an erection.
Suddenly, she pulled an orange with some force which caused her to jerk back. This imbalanced me and I quickly put her down. We both held on to each other as we tried to stabilize ourselves on our feet. When we were steady, I found us in an embrace, holding each other tightly. With our bodies firmly pressed, I felt my erection poking her. I am sure she felt it too, but made no move to disengage. She looked into my eyes, pressed her body into me, acknowledging my hard-on, and gave a quick peck on my lips.
“Thanks,” she said, smiling at me seductively. Picking up the basket she made her way back to the house, swaying her hips, leaving me stunned.
I roamed around the estate, waiting for my erection to subside. My mind was racing. My mother-in-law is seducing me! I had an inkling that my wife knew what was going on. I had to ask her. As my erection went down, I adjusted my pants and went inside the house. I found Ananya in her room.
When I entered the room, she said, enthusiastically, “I and daddy are going to perform the ritual tonight.”
Finally! “Can I watch?” I asked, barely able to contain my own excitement.
She nodded. “But do it secretly. You can’t come into Ashok Vatika, it’s a sacred ritual after all.”
“How do I watch you then? The inside of the garden is completely blocked by the hedge.”
“I know, that’s what it was built for, to give us privacy during the ritual. But there is a small gap in the hedge towards the north-eastern side, where it overlaps the neem tree. The neem is just outside the hedge and hides the gap. You can peer into the garden if you crawl between the neem and the hedge.”
“Ok. At what time?”
“After 10pm. Be at the spot before that.”
She picked up her towel and entered the bathroom. “I need to prepare for tonight’s ritual.” She smiled and shut the door.
It was only evening, still few hours to go. I went to my father-in-law’s study to check out his great-grand-father’s memoir.
Just after 9:30pm, I made my way towards Ashok Vatika. The full moon shone brightly in the clear night sky. There was a gentle breeze going on. The moonlight was enough for me to see my path. I circled outside the garden hedge and came to the neem tree. Crouching between the neem and the hedge, I saw a clear enough gap to look into the garden. I settled on the ground and waited.
Few minutes later, Ananya and her father came out of the house, walking towards Ashok Vatika. They each held an oil lantern illuminating their way. My father-in-law also held a small basket in his other hand. Both of them were dMolestationd in pristine white sheets of cloth, which flowed around them and fluttered slightly in the breeze. The fabric glowed in the moonlight, giving them a celestial appearance.
They entered the garden and walked up to the Ashoka tree. Keeping their lanterns aside, they sat down cross-legged on the soft grass. My father-in-law opened the small basket and brought out the items and accessories required for the puja. He lit an earthen oil lamp and few incense sticks, placing them before the tree. They sat there, chanting mantras while Ananya rang a small prayer bell.
I squinted through the gap in the hedge, with curiosity and growing anticipation. It was very dark within the garden and the Ashoka tree blocked out most of the moonlight underneath it. With limited visibility, I could only see my wife and father-in-law in the faint glow of the lanterns and the oil lamp. I could hear them better, their voices carried over the hedge due to the quiet and peace of the country-side night.
They got up and circumambulated the tree, sprinkling drops of holy Ganga water near the base, sanctifying the ritual grounds. Circling back to the place where they had started, they stood facing each other. Both of them unwrapped the sheets from their bodies and spread them on the ground. My wife and her father now stood completely naked in-front of each other.
Ananya went down on her knees and purified her father’s penis with few drops of the holy water. It was already semi-hard, I guess from the anticipation. With her touch, it slowly became fully erect. She took out a ceremonial red thread out of the basket and tied it around the base of her father’s penis and scrotum. She kissed the tip lightly and got up on her feet.
As she stood there in her naked glory, my father-in-law went down on his knees. He purified his daughter’s vagina with the holy water, massaging her labia. A soft moan escaped Ananya’s lips.
The formalities of the puja completed, father-daughter prostrated before the tree with their knees, palms and forehead touching the ground; seeking blessings from the divine presence within it.
They reclined on the white sheets, spread on the soft grass. She embraced him and said, “I’ve missed you, daddy.”
My father-in-law planted his lips on hers. He cupped his daughter’s breasts in his palms, feeling them appreciatively and said, “These seem to have gotten bigger!”
“They’ve grown after marriage. Nikhil loves to play with them.”
She moaned as her father kissed her breasts and gently sucked her erect nipples. Her hand slid down and gripped her father’s erect manhood. She gave it a few quick, playful strokes.
My father-in-law groaned and said, “Careful! I’ve been aroused all day thinking about you. Too much sensation will take me over the edge.”
Ananya released his cock from her grip and fondled his balls. Her father moved to go down on her. She stopped him, pulled him up and said, “I am already wet, daddy. Come inside me.”
He positioned on top of her, rubbing his cock on her pussy lips. “Daddy, stop teasing. Enter me already!”, she said, impatiently.
My father-in-law eased his erection into my wife. Both of them moaned as his hard cock filled her wet pussy. When he was all way in, they stayed in that position for a few moments, embracing and kissing. She put her legs around her father’s butt and pulled him further inside her. They started moving in unison like a slow dance, practiced over the years. It was a beautiful sight, father & daughter joined in sexual union, performing the ritual under the Ashoka tree.
I lowered my trousers and shorts to my knees and started fondling my hard cock. Inside the garden, my wife and her father made love.
Suddenly, I heard the rustling of grass near me. My mother-in-law appeared out of the darkness and sat next to me, almost giving me a fright. She put a finger to her lips, indicating me to remain silent, and put her hand on my cock. I let go off my erection, as she gripped it completely. She smiled and started jacking me off.
I saw her in a nightgown for the first time. It was open at the top and I could make out the swells of her breasts in the moonlight. She bent down, planted a long, wet, kiss on the underside of my hard cock, and took it into her warm mouth. I moaned with pleasure as I felt my mother-in-law’s tongue swirl over my sensitive glans.
Inside the garden, my wife and her father picked up pace. He was grunting with pleasure, thrusting his cock in and out of her daughter’s slick pussy. Ananya clutched at the base of the Ashoka tree with both hands over her head. Her moans were getting louder as her father thrust into her with long deliberate strokes. It wasn’t long before she cried out as orgasm hit her.
The flames within the lanterns and oil lamp, suddenly, burned stronger and brighter. She gripped the tree even tighter, her body arched and her head thrown back. She started convulsing, crying out loudly with her mouth wide open until she was crying wordlessly. With her eyes shut tight, face contorted, she looked like in pain, having a seizure.
I became slightly concerned and sat up. My mother-in-law released my cock from her mouth and said, “Relax. Thats’s the divine touch. Ananya just reached her climax. She must be feeling the Yakshini now, flooding her consciousness, heightening her senses. Her spiritual touch takes the orgasms to a completely different level. It looks like pain, but believe me, it’s the most intense pleasure a woman can experience.”
I relaxed and laid back as my mother-in-law took me back in her mouth. I watched my wife crying and shuddering, gripping the tree. I had never seen her climax so hard before. Her father held her tight as she reached the peak and started coming down. The flames within the lanterns and oil lamp, shrank to their original state.
Once she was herself again, she removed her hands from the tree and embraced her father, kissing his lips. He resumed his love making, thrusting into her with quick short strokes and spilled his seeds inside her, grunting as he climaxed.
My cock swelled as I felt myself going over the edge. “Oh! I am close,” I whispered, urgently. My mother-in-law took my cock out of her mouth and stroked it as I came all over her chest and cleavage.
She got up and asked me to follow her. I took one last look inside the garden. Ananya and her father lay in embrace under the tree, kissing and fondling each other. The fragrance of the Ashoka flowers felt stronger and I wondered if that indicated the Yakshini’s satisfaction. I got up, pulled up my trousers and left in search of my mother-in-law.
The path behind the garden led to the private family pond. I walked towards it in the moonlight. When I reached the pond, I found my mother-in-law’s nightgown on the grassy slope leading to the water. I saw her swimming in the water towards the middle of the pond. She called out to me to get in.
I removed my clothes, piled it near her nightgown and entered the water. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone skinny dipping. The water was at a perfect temperature for a nightly swim and felt good on my skin. We swam for a few minutes and headed back. As we reached the shallow waters, she stood up.
It was a sight to behold; my sensuous mother-in-law in her full naked glory, rising out of the water like an apsara. Her thick wet hair flowed to her lower back and her flawless skin glowed in the moonlight. Her magnificent round breasts were larger than her daughter’s. I noticed she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed.
She stood there with the water up to her thighs, looking at me with lust in her eyes. I stood up in front of her, my cock back to full erection, and said, “Mummy, you’re a goddess!”
She smiled seductively and caressed my hard cock, pulling me to her. With trembling fingers, I placed my hands on her lovely breasts, fondling them and feeling her hard nipples under my palms. She pulled me into a passionate kiss, grinding her lips on mine with urgency. I kissed her back with equal fiery passion. Holding my cock, she led me out of the water, onto the grassy slopes. She pushed me on my back on the soft grass, sat astride me and lowered herself on my erection.
Both of us moaned at the sensation of my hard cock filling her moist warm pussy. My cock was completely engulfed, with her pussy lips forming a tight seal at its base. We moaned again as she pushed herself up, till only my cock head remained inside her, and sat back down again. She placed both her palms flat on my chest and slowly rode me. I played with her breasts; taking her big hard nipples in my mouth, licking and sucking them and biting them gently, which seemed to make her wilder.
Having ejaculated earlier, I was able to last longer inside this sex goddess as she rode me to her orgasm. She moaned loudly as she climaxed, digging her finger nails into my chest. The inner walls of her pussy quivered around my cock. I gripped her waist with my hands, pushed my butt off the ground and started thrusting my cock into her wet pussy. She was still in her orgasmic throes of passion when I shot my load up her pussy after few long powerful thrusts. She fell on top of me, exhausted, my cock still spasming inside her. I embraced her and held her tight as we recovered from our explosive climaxes.
We lay there under the open sky in the moonlit night, kissing and caressing each other for some time. I reached for my trousers that lay nearby and fished out my phone from the pocket. It was almost 11:30pm. We got dressed and headed back to the house. Passing by Ashok Vatika, a cursory glance told us that Ananya and her father had gone back inside the house.
As we entered the house, my mother-in-law gave me one last passionate kiss and said, “Hope you’ll visit more often, now.”
She wished me good night and retired to her bedroom. I went upstairs to Ananya’s room to find her sleeping peacefully. I got into the bed, spooning into her. My body and mind at peace, I drifted into sleep, thinking about the memoir.
BY avatar_roku