Love Temple

Later we got dressed and went out to have dinner! Mom asked if we could go to the temple once again so we went again. After going through the alter, I met the priest once again and he asked me if everything is well. I told him that everything’s great and I am surprised how mom is so calm. The priest told me thats the effect of the pooja. He said the effect will be there until we live in the village and told me to make use of her situation. I gave him another 500 rupees as a gift. He said everything will be well from now on and blessed me saying “may you father lots of children with your mother!”

I took the blessing and came to the cottage for another hot session with mother! As soon as we went inside and locked the door, I wasted no time to strip mother naked and took her to bed. This time I was determined to take time to fuck her. I started by sucking her nipples and then quickly got to lick her cunt. As she widened her legs I had a good look at my birth hole first time so close. I sucked on her clit as she moaned like a bitch and oragasmed. I then licked her cunt walls and started fucking her with my tongue. Mom by now was moaning like hell as her cunt juices oozed out with more orgasms. Once I had enough fun orally, I started my mother fucking excercise with my throbbing cock. This time my strokes were nice and slow. I was more interested in experiencing mom’s cunt rather than filling her. After a long fuck session, I filled her finally. That night we had sex three more times before we dicided we have to sleep as we were continuing our journey the next morning.

It was not until midday the next day mom came back to her senses. She kept sleeping on the bus. She then suddenly started saying she could not remember much of what happened at candi temple village. She remembers going to the temple once but she vaguely remembered what happened in the cottage. When we reached our next destination about 4pm that evening mom was eager to our cottage.

When we when to the cottage, she quickly opened our baggage while I went to bathroom for a piss. When I came back, mom sat on the bed looking puzzled holding her torn blouse and bra.

“So it is true” she said.

‘What?’ I asked.

“That we did the unthinkable”

‘Are you saying you don’t know until now?’

“I thought it was all a dream”

‘No mother!’

“How can you call me mother? After what you have done?”

‘You are still my mother!’

“Yes, but you raped my motherhood and took it away”

‘I didnot rape you mother! You let me do it!’

“Then how come I cannot remember a thing!”

Then I told her all about the temple and our poojas! Mom was shocked hearing all that!

“You mean you married me while I performed my rites to my husband and then consummated it by having firstnight with me?”

‘Its not that bad mother!’

“It is bad!” she screamed “You made me marry my own son while I am still grieving for my dead husband”

‘I am sorry if I hurt you mother!’

“Sorry doesn’t suffice with what you have done to me Ramesh” mom screamed “You have violated my chastity and motherhood”

I kept quite.

I could see she is very mad but calmed down a little later.

By then it was close to 5pm so she realised we had to go to the temple.

We both took shower and then got dressed and around half past six we were in the temple.

This time mom accompanied me to get the tickets for pooja. I took one for dad and she paused and asked for another one. As the guy asked the names for the second ticket, she told my name and told her name for my wife! I was surprised! As she took the ticket she smirked at me a little as I felt shy looking at her!

While we came out of the temple we shared the prasad we got and sat on a stair in the temple complex. I then told her my thanks for the pooja. Then she said whether she likes or not, she became my wife before god and she also gave me her womanhood. So she accepted to be my wife.

I felt happy hearing it and felt more happy that evening when we got inside the cottage after dinner. Mom kissed me and said to me “Take me my son! I am your wife from tonight!”

That night also mom and me fucked for three times and for the first time I got to fuck her doggie style. I wanted to fuck her shit hole but she restricted it until we go home.

From that night, I fucked mom every night and we both performed pooja in every temple as husband and wife.

Two and half weeks after we started our pilgrimage, we were back home. While opening the door of our house, mom remarked that she left the house as a widow and a mother but return home as a mother and a wife to her own son. We took some time to settle in the house. Mom then suggested we should take bath and perform our last pooja to dad as a closure. I took shower first followed by mom. We then performed pooja in our pooja room. Then mom garlanded dad’s photo and we bowed with respect. Mom then told me to bow at god’s and dad’s feet on the floor and then I did. She then told me to bow to her feet too and take mother’s blessings. The thought of that triggered another one of my fond fantacies. Everytime I used to worship my parents’ feet to take a blessing, when I knelt to put my head on mom’s feet, I always wanted to lift mom’s saree and pettycoat and put my head in and kiss mom’s cunt mound.

As I got ready to put my head on mom’s feet, I knew I have a chance to experience my fantasy. Thats because dad is not around anymore and mom is helpless. Even if she resists me I can overcome her and have my fantasy. So I touched her feet and then she put some holy rice on my head and blessed me. While getting up I quickly held on to her saree and pettycoat edge, lifted them and threw them over my head, and I grabbed mom to bury my face in her mound. Mom screamed and tried to get away but by then I was already smelling her cunt. I kissed her mound before I let go her as she moved back to set her saree screaming at me.

“What are you doing Ramesh” she screamed “Not in front of your dad and god!”

‘Why not mother!’ I said ‘You are mine now!’

“But I am your dad’s wife and your mother first!” she said.

Before I said anything, she continued “And this is a pooja room!”

I was mad with mom’s taboo stuff! It made me more erotic!

I said moving to the room door ‘then lets show what we do mother!’ and then closed the door.

“Open the door at once Ramesh!” mom screamed.

‘No my dear mother!’ I said ‘Not until dad knows you are mine now!’

I grabbed her saree loose end to disrobe her. I was determined to rape her there itself and show her whos the boss. But then mom started crying “No Ramesh! Please! Don’t rape me in pooja room! Please listen!”

Her sad face made me to stop. I then let go her saree and gave her a look that I am the man of the house. I then went back and opened the door. As I got out mom asked me to take a piece of coconut offered to god. I stopped and got the peice from her and ate it. She then also gave me some coconut water to drink. I drank it and came to the lounge to switch on the tv. I was wearing only a sarong around my waist and naked all over. Even when I went to the lounge I could see my dick pushing my sarong to show how erect it is!

I switched on the tv, sat on the sofa and kept changing the channels. Mom finished her work in the pooja room and came to me. I didnot look at her at all and acted busy with tv. She sat beside me and looked at me for a while. Then she asked me “Would you like a cup of hot coffee?”. I kept quite! She then continued “Or would you want to fuck you mother’s hot cunt!”

I was surprised to hear such bad words from her mouth! They made me more horny! I then looked at her and smiled. She then continued “Its not that I didnot wanted you to fuck me! I just didnot wanted to use pooja room for it. But then I forgot whos the man in this house for a while too! I was more a mother than a woman there! But then when you closed the door I suddenly realised you are a man and I am a helpless woman! I wasn’t crying for my chastity…I was crying to keep the sanctity of the room!”

‘I knew it mother!’ I said ‘Thats why I stopped. At the moment I would have cared even when you cried. I would have raped you there! But I stopped because I realised how important the room is for you!’

“Thank you for listening my lover!” mom said “Is your anger gone now?”

‘Anger’s gone but frustration hasn’t’ I told her leaning on to her to kiss her.

“Well then, take me to bed and fuck me my loving son!” mom leaned as our lips locked and my hand grabbed her blouse covered breast.

I then took her to the bedroom while stripping her on the way. After she got naked and I was about to push her onto the bed, mom said “wait!” and then ran out naked. I didn’t know what was doing so I followed her. She then went into the pooja room and took out the garlanded photo of dad and came out. I loved the scene of her coming out of god’s room naked.

She then came to me and then took me to bedroom saying “Well son! I told you before not fuck me before your dad’s photo. But you wanted to show your dad who has your mother’s cunt now. So now I want you to fuck me before him. Let us show your dad I have a new lover now! I will also be reassured that that you are the man of the house now and I am your woman!

She then put the photo on the dressing table and we had sex. While thusting my dick into mother, I looked at the photo sometimes to tell dad that I own mom now. Mom also looked at it few times and said it was erotic for her too.

After I filled her, as we talked, I told her it was also erotic for me to see her coming out naked from pooja room. She smiled and said she will let me break that taboo too when the time comes.

Since that day mom permanently put dad’s photo in our bedroom. We had sex in every room of the house except the pooja room. Many a time there were impromptu sex adventures whenever we were horny. I liked fucking her when she was dressing up or coming out of the pooja room after her prayer. I lived all the fantacies I was dreaming before with her. She liked fucking me in the early mornings and when I am taking a shower.