04-01-2025, 03:45 PM
Thank you, my dears! This is wonderful!" She heard the Yakshini in her mind as Urmi shared and heightened their climactic pleasures and then absorbed their orgasmic spiritual energy. She lost her chain of thought and her mind went blank.
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Shakuntala faintly heard the boys frantically talking to each other, their voices full of panic and anxiety. The voices grew louder as she came back to her senses. She opened her eyes and saw Sanket kneeling next to her, having just sprinkled some water on her face.
"What happened?" she asked as she sat up, dizzy, her head swimming. She saw Rukmini and Narmada also sitting up, dazed.
"Oh! Thank Lord Ganesha! You had me so worried," he said, hugging her. "All three of you were unconscious. We tried so hard to wake you all up," he said.
He helped her get back up on her feet. The mother and son covered themselves back with their garments. All six of them congregated at the center of the grove where the women embraced each other, laughing and crying with joy at the same time. They were spiritually connected now, with each other and with Urmi, having experienced one another's orgasms at the zenith of their incestuous love making. There was no doubt in their minds that they had been successful in their efforts of rejuvenating the Yakshini.
The boys looked at each other, puzzled at their mothers' reactions but pleased with themselves on having performed admirably in their first sexual encounter. They all prayed to the Yakshini to do her part to help them, and went back to their homes at the break of dawn.
One Year Later
"Faster, my son!" moaned Shakuntala, urging Sanket to pick up speed.
It was early in the night. The mother and son were in the grove, underneath an ashoka tree, naked, making love. They lay on their sides with him, spooning into her, from behind. Shakuntala's right leg was dbangd over her son's thighs, opening herself wide, as he plunged his cock in and out of her pussy.
"Ah! It feels so good, ma," he gasped, thrusting into her, faster.
Carnal pleasure coursing through her body, Shakuntala looked around the grove at the other two incestuous couples with them. Rukmini lay on her back underneath another tree, with Angad making love to her. Under another tree, lay the other couple; Rukmini's husband, Omkar and their daughter, Pushpa. The 20-year-old girl's cute, round breasts bounced on her chest as she rode her father's manhood.
The Yakshini had kept her word and restored the natural balance in the village. After that first night in the grove, the villagers started to notice a return of health and vitality among the plants and human life. Within few days, Jaidev felt better and was no longer bed-ridden. As per Omkar's report, other villagers afflicted with the disease started recovering, as well. Sharad too reported the plants showings renewed signs of life and promptly asked the farmers to re-sow the crops.
As the village started to get back on its feet, the council had finally revealed to the villagers, all the events leading up to this miraculous recovery. Though initially shocked, they had quickly realized their good fortunes and thanked Shakuntala, Rukmini and Narmada for saving them and held a grand celebration in honor of the Yakshini.
The incestuous event of that first night was established as a ritual to worship the Yakshini. As Shakuntala and her two friends continued performing the ritual with their sons, more villagers came forward and revealed their own incestuous desires for their kin. Those who had mutual desires for their parents or adult children were welcomed in the grove to consummate their love and offer their orgasmic energies to the Yakshini. On her part, Urmi healed the entire village and continued to use the villagers' offerings to maintain the flora and fauna in the area. The village of Vrindavan was back to its original state of a self-contained, secluded paradise.
As her son's cock moved in and out of her pussy, Shakuntala finally reached orgasm. She gripped the base of the tree with her hands and felt the now familiar, divine touch of the Yakshini.
"Thank you, Urmi, for everything!" she said in her mind and heard the reply, "My dear, the pleasure is all mine."
The End
Note: Thanks for reading. If you liked this story then I would like to recommend you these stories having a similar theme -
The Mark of Danteshwari by Ahabscribe
Manhood Rite by fictitious
Indian Yoni Puja with Mother by funkyjunkymunkey
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Shakuntala faintly heard the boys frantically talking to each other, their voices full of panic and anxiety. The voices grew louder as she came back to her senses. She opened her eyes and saw Sanket kneeling next to her, having just sprinkled some water on her face.
"What happened?" she asked as she sat up, dizzy, her head swimming. She saw Rukmini and Narmada also sitting up, dazed.
"Oh! Thank Lord Ganesha! You had me so worried," he said, hugging her. "All three of you were unconscious. We tried so hard to wake you all up," he said.
He helped her get back up on her feet. The mother and son covered themselves back with their garments. All six of them congregated at the center of the grove where the women embraced each other, laughing and crying with joy at the same time. They were spiritually connected now, with each other and with Urmi, having experienced one another's orgasms at the zenith of their incestuous love making. There was no doubt in their minds that they had been successful in their efforts of rejuvenating the Yakshini.
The boys looked at each other, puzzled at their mothers' reactions but pleased with themselves on having performed admirably in their first sexual encounter. They all prayed to the Yakshini to do her part to help them, and went back to their homes at the break of dawn.
One Year Later
"Faster, my son!" moaned Shakuntala, urging Sanket to pick up speed.
It was early in the night. The mother and son were in the grove, underneath an ashoka tree, naked, making love. They lay on their sides with him, spooning into her, from behind. Shakuntala's right leg was dbangd over her son's thighs, opening herself wide, as he plunged his cock in and out of her pussy.
"Ah! It feels so good, ma," he gasped, thrusting into her, faster.
Carnal pleasure coursing through her body, Shakuntala looked around the grove at the other two incestuous couples with them. Rukmini lay on her back underneath another tree, with Angad making love to her. Under another tree, lay the other couple; Rukmini's husband, Omkar and their daughter, Pushpa. The 20-year-old girl's cute, round breasts bounced on her chest as she rode her father's manhood.
The Yakshini had kept her word and restored the natural balance in the village. After that first night in the grove, the villagers started to notice a return of health and vitality among the plants and human life. Within few days, Jaidev felt better and was no longer bed-ridden. As per Omkar's report, other villagers afflicted with the disease started recovering, as well. Sharad too reported the plants showings renewed signs of life and promptly asked the farmers to re-sow the crops.
As the village started to get back on its feet, the council had finally revealed to the villagers, all the events leading up to this miraculous recovery. Though initially shocked, they had quickly realized their good fortunes and thanked Shakuntala, Rukmini and Narmada for saving them and held a grand celebration in honor of the Yakshini.
The incestuous event of that first night was established as a ritual to worship the Yakshini. As Shakuntala and her two friends continued performing the ritual with their sons, more villagers came forward and revealed their own incestuous desires for their kin. Those who had mutual desires for their parents or adult children were welcomed in the grove to consummate their love and offer their orgasmic energies to the Yakshini. On her part, Urmi healed the entire village and continued to use the villagers' offerings to maintain the flora and fauna in the area. The village of Vrindavan was back to its original state of a self-contained, secluded paradise.
As her son's cock moved in and out of her pussy, Shakuntala finally reached orgasm. She gripped the base of the tree with her hands and felt the now familiar, divine touch of the Yakshini.
"Thank you, Urmi, for everything!" she said in her mind and heard the reply, "My dear, the pleasure is all mine."
The End
Note: Thanks for reading. If you liked this story then I would like to recommend you these stories having a similar theme -
The Mark of Danteshwari by Ahabscribe
Manhood Rite by fictitious
Indian Yoni Puja with Mother by funkyjunkymunkey
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