“First day you have to do the ‘Kanya puja’ to your mom.” said Anitha. Kanya means virgin girl and that day I have to look my mom as that only. She added ” this puja is performed to crate a positive energy in the place and to gain self control during the upcoming pujas ”
Anitha told mom to place her feet on the plate in front. As soon as mom placed her feet Anitha started chanting mantras. I was directed to wash her feet. I took some water in hand and slowly placed it on her feet and my shivering hands starts cleaning the toes.
After a tharough wash I dried her feet with a piece of cloth and by chanting some mantras I worshiped her feet with turmeric, curcum and flowers , I know that it was just a begining.
After finishing the feet worship Anitha said ” Suni.. now you are a Kanya and your son is your devotee, open up yourself and give him a holy ‘Darshan’..”
My heart starts skipping the beat by her words as mom started lifting her saree up slowly.
Her limbs glowing in the lamp light gave me a sacred vision first followed by her flesh filled silky thighs. The dark and dim light in the room is filling more romantic feel to her actions. I closed my eyes for a minute and when I open I am witnessing my birthplace glowing in charm.
The lips of her holy cunt looks undisturbed and the clit in between is welcoming any real man. The bush of hairs rarely spread with a curly groups near the clit. By all this vision my mind goes on a ride and my healthy manhood shows it’s presence.
As the ritual itself is worshiping the vulva undisturbed this one is the perfect choice. The great hole is in need of a man to penetrate it as it is suffering from loneliness for about a decade. This virgin pussy should be your first priority says my lusty mind.
As per the procedure I shouldn’t allowed to touch the holy flesh. Anitha told me to just concentrate on it and worship in mind. I closed my eyes and tried to get the figure of my mom’s holy door in front of me. The thoughts goes more and more erotic and the lust started filling in my hood. I was full on my hardon when Anitha called my name.
“If you finished your worship in mind try to do the same with this idol”Anitha said calmly, she placed a plate in between us and an idol of some goddess on it. I was doing the puja to the idol literally but my whole concentration is on that shiny birth hole.
It was just a procedure of few minutes and after taking the blessings from mom the rituals of the night is wind up. Anitha told me to maintain the same type of concentration in future nights also.
The night full goes sleepless for me. Although I was slept in the hall away from mom who was with aunt in the bedroom,my mind is still under her garments. The effect of this continued even during the college hours next day.
The second night of the ritual arrived. Once again we were dressed in the traditional attire and reached the hall where the puja is to be performed.
“This time you are a holy mother, you have to bless your son who is going to perform this sacred worship.” said Anitha to mom. That night I have to perform the ‘Matru puja’, means the worship of the mother. She said to me” This is to be performed inorder to get the blessings of mother who gave birth to you”