Incest Incestuous Family Ritual

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My mother-in-law is a beautiful woman................................

My mother-in-law is a beautiful woman with long, luscious, henna-dyed hair and glowing skin. Her figure is slightly voluptuous with curves at the right places. She wears her sarees tightly most of the time with sleeveless, low cut Indian blouses. Her choice of attire is mostly practical to help her manage all the physically laborious chores required on the estate with the farms, cows and orchards. But it also accentuates her figure, with her bare arms and midriff on display and a hint of cleavage teasing on top of her blouse. I had ogled her many times, admiring her beauty. She is an elegant country-side lady; strong, beautiful and sensuous; confident in her femininity.
I had noticed subtle changes in her demeanor towards me since I had arrived. During my previous visits, our interactions had been limited and cordial. But now that she knew about my incestuous fantasies, she seemed to be subtly flirting with me. She was giving me more attention, talking to me more often while being touchy-feely. Her movements and body language were definitely seductive around me. When I had mentioned this to my wife, she had winked at me and asked me to go with the flow.
We picked the oranges, mostly going for the low hanging ones, and gathered them in one basket. My mother-in-law would sometimes reach for a higher branch on her tiptoes, extending her body, bare midriff on display. I noticed she was wearing her saree and petticoat much lower on her waist than usual, almost at her lower hips. I hardly picked any oranges since I was busy admiring her body. She would bend lower than necessary to place the oranges in the basket, giving me a clear view of her ample cleavage. I was getting aroused and prayed that I didn't get an erection.
"Nikhil, can you help me reach those?" she asked. She was already on her toes trying to reach an orange on a much higher branch.
I walked up to her and was unsure on how to help her.
"Just give me a lift," she said.
I bent on my knees in front of her and put my arms around her thighs, locking my hands under her butt. She gripped my shoulders with both hands to steady herself as I lifted her up to the branch.
She started picking the oranges. Her navel was inches from my face, her bare skin tantalizingly close and I could smell her fragrance. Looking up, I saw her firm blouse-encased breasts and realized she wasn't wearing a bra. I started to get an erection.
Suddenly, she pulled an orange with some force which caused her to jerk back. This imbalanced me and I quickly put her down. We both held on to each other as we tried to stabilize ourselves on our feet. When we were steady, I found us in an embrace, holding each other tightly. With our bodies firmly pressed, I felt my erection poking her. I am sure she felt it too, but made no move to disengage. She looked into my eyes, pressed her body into me, acknowledging my hard-on, and gave a quick peck on my lips.
"Thanks," she said, smiling at me seductively. Picking up the basket she made her way back to the house, swaying her hips, leaving me stunned.
I roamed around the estate, waiting for my erection to subside. My mind was racing. My mother-in-law is seducing me! I had an inkling that my wife knew what was going on. I had to ask her. As my erection went down, I adjusted my pants and went inside the house. I found Ananya in her room.
When I entered the room, she said, enthusiastically, "I and daddy are going to perform the ritual tonight."
Finally! "Can I watch?" I asked, barely able to contain my own excitement.
She nodded. "But do it secretly. You can't come into Ashok Vatika, it's a sacred ritual after all."
"How do I watch you then? The inside of the garden is completely blocked by the hedge."
"I know, that's what it was built for, to give us privacy during the ritual. But there is a small gap in the hedge towards the north-eastern side, where it overlaps the neem tree. The neem is just outside the hedge and hides the gap. You can peer into the garden if you crawl between the neem and the hedge."
"Ok. At what time?"
"After 10pm. Be at the spot before that."
I nodded.
She picked up her towel and entered the bathroom. "I need to prepare for tonight's ritual." She smiled and shut the door.
It was only evening, still few hours to go. I went to my father-in-law's study to check out his great-grand-father's memoir.
Just after 9:30pm, I made my way towards Ashok Vatika. The full moon shone brightly in the clear night sky. There was a gentle breeze going on. The moonlight was enough for me to see my path. I circled outside the garden hedge and came to the neem tree. Crouching between the neem and the hedge, I saw a clear enough gap to look into the garden. I settled on the ground and waited.
Few minutes later, Ananya and her father came out of the house, walking towards Ashok Vatika. They each held an oil lantern illuminating their way. My father-in-law also held a small basket in his other hand. Both of them were dbangd in pristine white sheets of cloth, which flowed around them and fluttered slightly in the breeze. The fabric glowed in the moonlight, giving them a celestial appearance.
They entered the garden and walked up to the Ashoka tree. Keeping their lanterns aside, they sat down cross-legged on the soft grass. My father-in-law opened the small basket and brought out the items and accessories required for the puja. He lit an earthen oil lamp and few incense sticks, placing them before the tree. They sat there, chanting mantras while Ananya rang a small prayer bell.
I squinted through the gap in the hedge, with curiosity and growing anticipation. It was very dark within the garden and the Ashoka tree blocked out most of the moonlight underneath it. With limited visibility, I could only see my wife and father-in-law in the faint glow of the lanterns and the oil lamp. I could hear them better, their voices carried over the hedge due to the quiet and peace of the country-side night.
They got up and circumambulated the tree, sprinkling drops of holy Ganga water near the base, sanctifying the ritual grounds. Circling back to the place where they had started, they stood facing each other. Both of them unwrapped the sheets from their bodies and spread them on the ground. My wife and her father now stood completely naked in-front of each other.
Ananya went down on her knees and purified her father's penis with few drops of the holy water. It was already semi-hard, I guess from the anticipation. With her touch, it slowly became fully erect. She took out a ceremonial red thread out of the basket and tied it around the base of her father's penis and scrotum. She kissed the tip lightly and got up on her feet.
As she stood there in her naked glory, my father-in-law went down on his knees. He purified his daughter's vagina with the holy water, massaging her labia. A soft moan escaped Ananya's lips.
The formalities of the puja completed, father-daughter prostrated before the tree with their knees, palms and forehead touching the ground; seeking blessings from the divine presence within it.
They reclined on the white sheets, spread on the soft grass. She embraced him and said, "I've missed you, daddy."
My father-in-law planted his lips on hers. He cupped his daughter's breasts in his palms, feeling them appreciatively and said, "These seem to have gotten bigger!"
"They've grown after marriage. Nikhil loves to play with them."
She moaned as her father kissed her breasts and gently sucked her erect nipples. Her hand slid down and gripped her father's erect manhood. She gave it a few quick, playful strokes.
My father-in-law groaned and said, "Careful! I've been aroused all day thinking about you. Too much sensation will take me over the edge."
Ananya released his cock from her grip and fondled his balls. Her father moved to go down on her. She stopped him, pulled him up and said, "I am already wet, daddy. Come inside me."
He positioned on top of her, rubbing his cock on her pussy lips. "Daddy, stop teasing. Enter me already!", she said, impatiently.