The Mark of Danteshwari

Together we step into the pool. The water is perfect -- hot, but not scalding. Somehow, a sponge is in my hand and I began to wash my body. Ramita turns away from me, showing off her full, womanly ass cheeks. "Christine, would you help me please and wash my back?" she asks shyly.

"With a shaky hand, I do so, slowly, softly running the sponge down her back and over her ass cheeks, taking my time as I run it back along the crack of her ass.

"May I help you, Christine?" a voice says from behind me. I look over my shoulder and I see Mamata standing in the pool behind me, naked and lovely. She holds a sponge in one hand. I feel my face turn a blazing red, but I nod my assent. I shiver as she rests a hand on my shoulder and uses the other hand to run the sponge over my back and down the back of my legs. I let out a little gasp as Mamata runs the sponge back up the inside of my thigh, brushing my pussy from behind before running it over my ass.

Ramita turns to face me and we are suddenly bathing each others front sides, running the sponges over each others face and breasts. I lift Ramita's right breast, marveling at its heft as I bathe her. I run the sponge over her breast, inadvertently teasing her turgid nipple again and again. I shiver and close my eyes for a moment as I relish her touch when her sponge slips between my legs, sluicing the wonderful hot water down my open pussy.

Minutes pass as we wash each other. I turn and wash Mamata's front, exploring and cleaning her slender form, marveling at her still perfect smallish breasts and her almost hairless pussy while Ramita washes my legs and my ass. Our scents are thick, mixing in the air to become an intoxicating aroma. I am aware that the other women are similarly engaged in this erotic bathing. We all are slowly crawling towards orgasm when Ramita suddenly stops and shakes her head. She leans into me, her huge breasts like incredibly luxurious pillows and kisses me tenderly on the lips. "We must move on, my friends. Danteshwari awaits." She says, her voice tinged with need and a little regret.

With some regret, we emerge from the pool. Awaiting us are small earthen jugs. Mamata lifts one up and dips her hand in. It emerges glistening. "We must anoint ourselves with this sacred oil," she says and turning to Nilaya, she drizzles it on her naked form. She passes the jug to Ramita and then begins to rub the oil into Nilaya's skin until her dusky body shines with it. There is a hint of jasmine and spring flowers in the air, now mixing with the aroma of our arousal.

I feel the warm liquid spill across my breasts and then Ramita's hands gently kneading it into my skin. Her touch is almost heaven and I sigh happily. She rubs it quickly all over my body, not a bit shy as she plunges her hand between my legs, her fingers slicing through my wet cunt. A foreshadowing of orgasm sends a tremor through my body.

The jug is handed to me and I do not hesitate. I pour the anointing oil over Ramita's voluptuous body and pass the jug on. With loving attention, I massage the oil into my friend's skin, all modesty abandoned. I do not hesitate at all, in fact, it is with delight that I rub the oil into the thick mat of Ramita's bush, relishing the feel of her sodden cunt flesh, so hot and alive as I run my fingers through it and rub it into her meaty breasts, massaging her fleshy tits until they glisten.

Too soon though, Nilaya steps to the wall of the chamber and from a small alcove, pulls forth folded garments. "The time approaches, my friends. The Rite of Danteshwari draws near." Nilaya announces. We each take the offered garments. It is a Sari of diaphanous silk. Ramita helps wind the folds of transparent material around me. Unlike a traditional sari, it offers little modesty and I realize I am now wearing the garment of my dreams. We are, despite the garments, almost naked and with an easy movement, our sex can be revealed.

"It is time, my friend." Ramita says and we embrace one last time.

"Thank you, Ramita," I whisper, unable, unwilling to let her go and I hug her tightly. "I love you, sister." I say impulsively.

Our embrace ends and Ramita's eyes are shiny with tears. "Yes, we are sisters now," she replies. "I love you too, dear Christine." She takes my hand and leads me into a new passageway. Deeper into the hill we ascend. My heart is beating loudly. I realize I am more aroused now than ever before. My thighs are wet with my cream. My legs feel weak and I am trembling.

We emerge into a new chamber, suffused with a brilliant, soothing light. It is a huge chamber. In the center is a high platform or alter, maybe fifteen feet high. In a broad circle around it are rectangular slabs of crystalline rock. Each is topped with thick pads, sheets and pillows. There are twelve total and I realize that there are twelve of us.

Ramita lets go of my hand and walks purposefully towards one. My eyes fall on another slab and I feel compelled to go to it. Once there, I climb up into it and ease onto my back. It is perfect. It is the bed of my youth, my virginal bed, my marriage bed. It is the perfect place. I could rest here for all eternity.

"DANTESHWARI HAS SUMMONED YOU AND YOU HAVE ANSWERED HER CALL!" A voice calls out, echoing through the chamber and I recognize it. I look upwards to the altar and there stands Naija, the old holy woman. She stands tall and proud, powerful despite her age or perhaps because due to it. She slowly turns and looks at each of us.

"YOUR DREAMS HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE TO RECEIVE THE BLESSINGS OF THE MOTHER GODDESS -- TO EMBRACE THE LOVE OF DANTESHWARI. ARE YOU PREPARED?"

As one, we all cry out, "YES!" our voices full of carnal desire. Deep inside me, I am amazed that I feel no fear, that this moment seems perfectly normal, that this sort of thing happens everyday to a girl born in Northern Alabama.

Naija holds up her arms to the cavern ceiling. "IN THE ANCIENT PAST, IN TERRIBLE AND BLOODY TIMES, DANTESHWARI CALLED UPON OUR VILLAGE TO DEFEND HER IN A TIME OF WAR AND STRIFE. OUR VILLAGE GAVE HER OUR HELP WILLINGLY AND WITHOUT HESITATION. OUR LOSSES WERE HORRIFIC, BUT IN THE END, DANTESHWARI WAS VICTORIOUS AND SAFE FOR ALL ETERNITY."

As the old woman speaks, it seems as if she begins to change. Perhaps my vision is failing, but there seems to multiples of her, diverging and coalescing constantly. Before my eyes she seems to become younger and somehow more than human. Naija looks at each of us, her eyes becoming brilliant and of all colors. Suddenly she is more than herself and I behold a beautiful woman, hair flowing long and black, her body now naked and dusky and lush and fertile. Her essence seems to cry out, "Behold, I am female -- I am motherhood incarnate!"

In awe, I realize I am in the presence of a Goddess or at the very least, her avatar on Earth. "IN GRATITUDE, DANTESHWARI MADE A PACT WITH THE WIDOWED WOMEN OF THE VILLAGE. ONCE EACH GENERATION, THOSE WOMEN WHO HAVE LOST THEIR BELOVED WILL HAVE ANOTHER. DANTESHWARI WILL OFFER THOSE WHOM SHE HAS MARKED THEIR TRUE LOVE, THEIR INTENDED SOUL MATE. THE MARKED OF DANTESHWARI WILL HAVE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TRULY APPRECIATE A MOTHER'S LOVE!" A thrill runs through me. My dream lover? Is he here? Is my dream about to become reality and come to fruition?

Niaja/Danteshwari lowers her voice, yet it becomes more powerful, more melodious and beautiful. I recognize the words even as I recognize the lovely voice.

"BEHOLD -- YOU ARE THE CHOSEN OF DANTESHWARI. EMBRACE THE BLESSINGS AND THE REBIRTH SHE OFFERS YOU NOW. OPEN YOUR HEART AND NOW LOVE FOR ALL ETERNITY. ACCEPT THE SACRED GIFTS OF LOVE AND FAMILY AND BE AS ONE. YOU ARE THE BLESSED OF DANTESHWARI!"

There is movement in the shadows. I sense the approach of someone. Towering over me suddenly is my dream lover. His smooth, muscular body looms over me, having come up from behind. He is naked and he is hard. I yearn to reach up and take his erect penis and draw him inside me, but I cannot move. His face is in shadow, but I see his brilliant blue eyes, peering intently, hungrily at me from the darkness. His cock stretches out above my face -- if I could move, I could raise my head just slightly and lick it.

"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.

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.

The power within the chamber flares brightly as twelve mothers simultaneously have their first son induced orgasms. The intensity of my pleasure literally takes my breath away and I sob with joy as I begin to cum, all my hunger and need of the last many weeks washing away in incredible torrents of incest induced orgasm!

Somehow, I managed to retain my grip on my son's body, arms and legs wrapped around him as my pelvis drives my cunt upwards, impaling myself on his swollen penis. I cling to him, urging myself to merge with him, to become one with him.

My body burns with lust and desire, recreating me, making me feel reborn. I am young again -- young and in love and in heat and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with my man, my son, my intended exploring the depths of our love!

My orgasm ebbs, but does not completely diminish and I am hanging on at the edge of carnal bliss as my son continues to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. Suddenly, I feel his cock head swell and an incredible throb of power run through his shaft and I am keenly aware that he is about to cum. My womb becomes aware, wanting to clasp him tightly, to become what it was always meant to be, a receptacle for my lover's seed. I am suddenly conscious of the fact that I want my son's child; that to be a mother is to be a giver of life and I want to carry the fruit of my son's seed and make us a baby.

"Cum in mother's pussy, son!" I hiss. "Let's make a baby! Let's make a love child, Jeff!" I use my heels to press my son downward, to bury his life giving cock as deep as possible inside my womb. Time slows down and my senses seem to greatly magnify. I can feel the swell of semen as it flows through his shaft and then erupt inside of me, bathing my womb with his potent seed and triggering in me an orgasm unlike any I have ever experienced.

As mother and son and lovers, our voices rise as one as we cry out our incestuous love and passion. Jet after jet of hot, incestuous semen scalds my insides, seeking my life producing eggs. Despite my forty-six years, I instantly know I am fertile and that my son is about to make me pregnant and I weep tears of joy as well as pleasure as I orgasm and orgasm, my sexual joy intensified by the knowledge that my son has impregnated me.

Jeff's lips press against mine and we kiss passionately as our coupling peaks and then peaks some more. I think for a while that my son will never stop ejaculating inside my womb and that I will never stop orgasming. We have become one -- man and woman -- our souls joined forever, coupled with the life we have created. I feel Danteshwari's gaze turn on us and feel her love and joy and I understand a fundamental truth. To love and bring forth life is to honor Danteshwari's gift with the greatest gift we have to offer.

Finally, the world comes to a stop and we are joined cock and pussy on our bed of crystal. My son and I whisper sweet words of endearment to each other, each completely aware of the other, almost as if we have established a telepathic link. Around us, we hear the gasps and sighs of satisfied lovers. We turn and lock eyes with Ramita and Bimal. Somehow, she has found her way on top of her son. Her long black hair is hangs wetly down her back and her breasts heave mightily as she recovers from what must have been a terrific orgasm.

We smile at each other and with a glance share the knowledge that we both carry our sons' babies. Nearby, Mamata weeps with joy as her son comforts her. Nilaya and her oldest child are already again engaging in an incestuous dance of love, Nilaya straddling her son and pistoning up and down on his cock.

Jeff turns to me, his hand cupping my full breast lovingly. "I love you, Mother. Ours will be a wonderful life."

I kiss my son and reply, "Ours is a wonderful life. I love you, son. Now, please -- make love to your mother again." My son growls lustfully and I can feel his still partially erect cock swell inside me. The delightfully sinful sensation of having my son's cock grow to full girth and length inside me has me in the throes of an incestuous orgasm before he even begins to thrust in and out of me again.

Again we join a choir of lovemaking as mothers and sons again begin to fuck lustfully all around us. We seem to be outside of Time itself as we make love. We are lost for what seems hours, then days -- years and centuries and eons, cocooned in our sexual desires. My son and I make love and fuck, sometimes at a snail's pace, every fraction of an inch's movement an orgasm in itself and sometimes we are like the beasts in the jungle, caught up in fierce, incestuous lust, fucking and sucking, clawing and biting.

My memories of the rest of that first night blur into a montage of erotic fulfillment. I recollect sucking Jeff's cock and feeding on his sweet semen. I remember riding him like a cowgirl, bucking up and down on his swollen saddle horn. I can envision my son taking me from behind, thrusting deep inside me as my heavy breasts swing back and forth like a drunken pendulum. I recall my son and I locked in the embrace of a sixty-nine, tongues playing across sensitive flesh, making each other cum again and again.

I remember us in a thousand different positions, embracing and surpassing the knowledge of the Kama Sutra until our bodies absolutely glow with orgasmic energy. Mostly, I can recall our final orgasm suffusing our bodies and growing in intensity until we have moved beyond this mortal plane of existence, bodies locked together in orgasmic unity becoming one with the universe. When the sheer power of my orgasm, fueled by the heavenly sensation of my womb being flooded by my son's semen, I scream and open my eyes and find that we are floating in space, surrounded by countless stars that flare in acknowledgement of our own incandescent pleasure.