I had now completed 16 years of my regular chanting and now it was the time for the final ritual , that of consummation with my beloved son. As he had attained that age, I felt horny day by day. Sometimes, I even felt the pangs of horniness that I hugged him tight to my body at night while sleeping nude. I would lift him in my arms, place his head on my cushiony unmolested breasts and wrap my legs around him. Sometimes I could feel his prick growing against my tummy but most of the times he was sleeping. Sometimes, I would even take his limp and small prick to my vagina and rub it on top for hours. At times I tried to push my entire breast in his mouth when he opened it in sleep. But, this was just the fun as I was yet to ritually mate with my son.

According to the book, the full moon night was the ideal time and the son should mate with his mother in a special posture at the earliest hour of the morning after observing fast for the previous day and engaging the whole day in religious activities. My husband was going away for a week and the full moon was just three days away. I jumped in joy as I calculated the entire setting. Finally, it is going to happen. I am going to complete the cycle with my son. I started going hornier day by day and it became difficult for me to control them. So I started to stay nude at home in day also so that my son could have a feast and prepare himself well for the final day which was just three days away. When somebody would knock at the door, I would quickly change into my saffron robes. My son was there in just his saffron lungi. We hugged all the time as I had not yet exposed him to the joy of kissing. Most of the times, his prick would rub on the outer lips of my vagina as if trying to knock and get permission for access. I would hold my huge buttery breasts unto his face and would hide his face in them. It was, all a part of mother in me, by letting his have play at home so what if his doll is his mother. After having good time for three days finally my destiny knocked on my doors.

On the full moon day, I gathered all my neighbors and friend of religious circle and hand a full kirtan and jaap there of Ramayana first and then I also told them to read some shiva purana from the portion where rati mated with kamadeva. All the gathering was surprised as this was for the first time perhaps somebody read any portion from that sexually explicit encounter of kamadeva and his mother rati. Since there weren’t many people who could understand Sanskrit so there never caught the air of what it actually was. Those who understood it, were old enough and they could never doubt the reputation of my family. So no one guessed that the chanting they were doing was the prelude to mother son union at night. In the afternoon, the function was over and I went to the kitchen and milked by boobs over a cup. I mixed the milk from my breast with the Prasad am and soon it was distributed to all. Little did they know that this was a sin for them? Soon, they all went to their homes leaving me and my son. So far I was tastefully adorned in a saffron sari and matching blouse but since now everybody had gone I could take it off. But then I thought of my son and went to him. I asked him to accompany me to the prayer room. We went there and sat on the floor while there were images of gods and goddess copulating in front of us, which I had drawn flawlessly. I told my son to seek their blessings and then I started to chant. My son also joined me. This went on for a few hours and now it was evening. I asked him to sleep early as we had to get up at midnight for the ultimate ceremony which he didn’t know.

Finally, I got up at midnight and took bath with him but this time very quickly. Then I asked him to dress in traditional dress. I too, wore a, lot of ornaments but no clothes. Yes, there were the beads of jacaranda, marigold and hibiscus flowers all over my body. I was adorned as a sacrificial lamb on the alter of incest. My large heaving breasts were covered by the flowers so nicely that a small portion of my unusually large areola was only visible. Similarly, my son could see my bush but yet couldn’t spot my wet cunt lips. We both sat down on the floor and started chanting. I checked up and the muhuratum was for 3: 15 a. m. when the son’s penis should enter mother’s vagina in order to make her a goddess. Somehow, the time was spent in prayer and it was three in the morning.

I looked at my son and asked him, “beta! aaj main tumhe swarg ke taraf le jaa rahi hun. Kya tum taiyaar ho.”I moved towards him and lit a lamp of oil and clarified butter on my left and right. Then I took out some yantras and spread them on the floor. Then I told him to remove his clothes and I also positioned myself over the yantra carefully. I took off my flowery bra and asked him again. “Beta! Is ghadi ka main shaadi se pehle se intezaar kar rahi hun. Kya tu taiyaar hai swarg ki yatra ke liye beta… kuch poochna to nahin” I took his hands and placed them on my velvety boobs now and he said, “maan! tum eri janani ho. main kaise tumhara karza utaar sakta hun. Tum jo kaho main taiyaar hun.” I could sense the heat building up in his body as his cock had grown now. I took his cock in my hands and rubbed its foreskin to expose its shining pink glans perhaps for the first time in open air and smeared vermillion on it and then I took some turmeric paste and applied it all over his groin. Then I asked him to snap my flowery panty and see for the first time, the place where he came from. He didn’t know anything about it so he wasn’t stimulated sexually much but I was already so wet there. I looked at the clock. It was 3: 14. I positioned his cock over my vagina lips and rubbed his glans over my lips. This had an immediate effect as his cock grew by an inch almost. I looked at the clock again and as it struck 3:15 I pushed myself over his cock and asked him to push it again and again. I started chanting loudly, “ om kamadevaya namah, om rati devih namah om matriyoni namah om matri bhaga hi namah ev moksha om kama krida namah om vyabhichaar namah om matrimaithun namah om namah shivaya”