Indian Yoni Puja With Mother Ch 04

** This is a work of fiction. It contains absolutely no truth -- even the bits that sound plausible. Any references to Hindu culture, creed and religion are entirely fictitious, and I'd like to apologise in advance for my gross misrepresentation I've made. The characters in this story are not based on any real persons, nor is the story based on any real events. It's a story people, enjoy it for it is. **

** This story is about incest between an Indian mother and her son -- both of whom are adults. If you don't like this subject matter, move along. **

** Hindi is not my first language so please forgive my poor use of Hindi grammar and vocabulary. I've tried to have the characters speak in both Hindi and English to give them some authenticity while trying not to alienate English speaking readers. I'm not sure it works, perhaps you can be the judge**

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Mother and I repeated the yoni puja every day after that. Each time was as intense as the last and each time I became lost in the magnificent display of sexual energy radiating from mother as I performed the yoni massage ritual.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guruji nodded and a smiled appeared across his face.

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

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

"Then the yoni puja was not pleasurable?"

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

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

Mother nodded in agreement, enlightened by the Guruji's imparting wisdom.

"And aside from the benefits to you, you're also forgetting the benefits to the performer of the ritual." Guru turned to me, smiled wisely and continued. "As long as suraj benefits from consuming the blessed yoni drink, the puja should continue."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mother couldn't but smile at my enthusiasm.

"So you see the wisdom of the Guruji now?" She asked in ernest.

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

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

Mother chuckled uneasily, shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kya hai ma? What's up?"

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

"Kyu? Why?" I asked playfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My heart skipped a beat as my magnificent mother showed no inhibitions in displaying her sex to me.

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

I moved closer to her, approaching her splayed form, my eyes locked on the sight of her delicious cunt as I once again began undertaking the worship of that sacred place.