My own legs are encircling my son’s back, my heels digging deep into Jeff’s buttocks as I arch my back and thrust upwards to meet his downward stroke. I scream out in sweet triumph as I feel my son’s pubic hairs grinding and tangling with mine while his cockhead presses into places no man has touched before. Jeff is huge and I feel so full — a sensation that is erotic and holy and naughty all at the same time.
Jeff lowers himself down on me, my breasts pillowing out against his strong chest. My son has a beatific smile on his face as his lips near mine and we kiss as lovers for the first time. I sigh as our tongues meet and begin to dance, exploring and probing, tasting each other for the first time. My arms come up and I wrap them tightly around my son’s neck. With arms and legs, I wrap myself firmly around my son’s body, holding his precious cock deep within his mother’s womb — my womb. Long unused muscles come to life and I work my cunt to show my son how much his mother loves his cock.
“ALL PRAISE TO DANTESHWARI!” cries out a beautiful, young Naija. Long dark hair sweep around her head as the room fills with divine power. Without actually laying eyes on everyone else, I know that every mother and son here have joined at this holy moment. “YOUR LOVE IS YOUR TESTAMENT TO DANTESHWARI. MAKING LOVE IS YOUR WORSHIP! YOU NOW AND ALWAYS HONOR DANTESHWARI WHEN MAKING LOVE. YOU HAVE ACCEPTED HER BLESSING AND WILL EMBRACE IT FOR ALL ETERNITY!”
The Goddess’s words seem to spur us on and mothers and sons begin the age old dance of love and lust with a vengeance. Jeff begins to thrust slowly back and forth, worming his cock in and out of my cunt’s jealous clasp. I refuse to loosen my embrace, relishing the sweet feel of his flesh, hot and slick against mine. My nipples, swollen to the point that they feel like they could explode, rub deliciously against his smooth, hard muscled chest. His lips kiss their way over my face and then my neck, biting me lightly as he seeks my tits. My heels pound into my son’s butt cheeks, urging his thrusts on. Our love expands and explodes into so much more. At the core, we are love, but we are also caught up in sheer, incestuous lust. We wrap ourselves up in it like a warm blanket. We allow ourselves to become intoxicated on our love and lust, taking deep draughts of incestuous passion as my son sinks his cock into my pussy juice flooded hole again and again.
“I love you, Jeff! Fuck your mother! Fuck Mother — she needs it sooo much, son!” I sob out as we rock together, becoming one.
“I have wanted to fuck you for so long, Mother,” gasps my son as he plunges his hard, long cock in me again and again. “Forever, Mother. I will love and fuck you forever!”
All around us the sounds of lovemaking fill the chamber, creating the most angelic of songs. In my mind I can see images of the others as in our lovemaking all in this chamber are sharing in the joy of everyone. As I savor the wondrous experience of having my pussy packed full of my son’s thick and long cock, I am also experiencing the feel of Bimal’s extra-long penis sliding in and out of Ramita’s oh so wet pussy. I can feel the delicious sensation of Mamata’s cunt struggling and succeeding to expand to accept her son Jamal’s incredibly thick cock.