Author's Note:
Welcome, dear readers. I have always loved stories that combine incest with fictitious mythological/religious rituals. This is my attempt at creating something similar with a twist of voyeurism and wife-sharing.
This story is set in India and all the characters are Indians, above the age of 18. The ritual described in the story does not exist in any region or religion in India (or elsewhere) and is purely a figment of my imagination. Hope you have as much fun reading this as I had in creating it. Looking forward to your comments and constructive criticism.
"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."
