“YOUR BELOVED OFFERS HIMSELF TO YOU. AS YOU HAVE DREAMED OF HIM, HE HAS DREAMED OF YOU! A SON’S LOVE FOR HIS MOTHER CALLS OUT TO DANTESHWARI AND SHE HAS SEEN INTO HIS HEART OF HEARTS!” Naija intones in a joyous voice. “BE SECURE IN HIS LOVE, FOR IT IS THE HOLIEST LOVE OF ALL — THE MOST SACRED, FOR WHO COULD LOVE A MOTHER MORE THAN HER SON!”
My son? My eyes widen as the shadows clear and I see my son standing over me. The cock I have dreamed of is my son’s! The hard, sculpted muscular body I have dreamed of is my son! Danteshwari intones, “NOW IS THE MOMENT OF CHOICE. YOUR SON OFFERS HIMSELF. HE OFFERS TO JOIN HIS LIFE WITH YOURS FOR ALL TIME. LOVE IS AT HAND — TRUE, DIVINE LOVE! LET THE SHAKTI OF DANTESHWARI ENVELOPE YOU AND INFUSE YOU AND JOIN YOU NOW! YOU ARE MOTHERHOOD! YOU ARE WOMAN! LET THE EMBODIMENT OF THE DIVINE FEMININE MAKE MOTHER AND SON AS ONE! ”
Jeff walks around me and climbs upon my bed of rock, climbing between my legs. Love and desire are etched on his face. “I’ve dreamed of this, Mother,” he sighs. “You deserve love, you’ve lived without it for so long. I offer myself to you, Mother. To be one with you, mother and son — wife and husband forever.” My legs spread of their own volition, spread for that magnificent erect penis between my son’s thighs. It juts out proud and eager, precum glistening on the glans. A thrill goes through my body even as my mind cries out, “No! This is taboo — this is incest — this is wrong!” A lifetime of western teachings demands that I refuse, but already I can feel the love swelling within my heart.
“I love you, Jeff!” I moan, suddenly having found my voice. “Be my love, darling! Be the man I always dreamed of — be my lover, my husband and my son!”
Tears run down my son’s face as he moves closer, his cock on an unerring path to my pussy. He is so close, so close. I feel the heat of his body as he moves over me, lowering himself — his cock is so near now. I want my son as I have never wanted anything before. I steel myself to once again wake up, my dreams in tatters, but this is no dream. “I love you, Mom!” moans my son and I fling my pelvis upwards, meeting his cock and I feel the head of his cock press between my labia, press forward and down and he is inside me. My son’s cock is inside me, moving deep, deeper, filling me and at last satisfying that long ached for need. My wonderful son is fucking me!
I throw my head back and scream out of sheer joy as Jeff’s cock drives into my pussy, going further than his father ever dreamed or was capable of. He is big and long — bigger and longer than I had imagined or could have hoped for. I scream with happiness and lust and relief, my voice one of many, a chorus of incestuous delight as all around this chamber, mothers and sons become one for all of eternity.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bimal on top of Ramita, her arms flung outward and her legs spread wide and high, her toes curling in delight as her son sinks his cock into her wet and hairy pussy, her tongue curling up over her upper lip as she savors the sensation of incestuous cock making her dreams a reality.