Ideal Religious Family
Copyright© 2025 by satabdi
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A highly religious minded middle-aged Bengali actress-dancer overcomes from her tormenting situation following the instructions given by their family-priest.... even her daughter is benefited by his advice.... later her relatives and friends are motivated following her life-style.... finally a heavenly bond is created among persons of different castes getting her love and affection.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual True Story Celebrity Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Mother Son Sister Daughter InLaws Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Lactation Pregnancy Voyeurism
Supriya Chowdhury was an all-star middle-aged mom no doubt. Her personality had this sweet aura that drew a lot of people towards her ... specially the lovers of Bengali TV serials. It seemed like she was happy all the time and always secured about where she had been and where she was going. She exhibited confidence and intelligence, but at the same time she had this naïve nature to her personality that gave off a hint of vulnerability.
While her magnetic personality was a huge drawn for men and women alike ... specially her fans, her most important features that garnered attention were her looks. She was hot ... she was average in height, standing at 5’6” and 62 kgs. She was a natural beauty and wore her hair down about six inches past her shoulders. At 37, she was still young and sexy for a mom.
She wasn’t one of these prissy, stuck up women. She was extremely cute and fun, and would always hang round with her fans, whether it was in a film-party, or in the gathering of ceremony or in social functions. She wasn’t a tomboy by any means ... she had two brothers growing up, so she was habituated to hanging out with boys.
It seemed the famous ‘Chowdhury House’ of South Kolkata was quiet today ... the mature couple Supriya & Sushovan was still asleep. But suddenly Supriya jumped up in acute fear ... which made her husband waking up too in a harsh as he looked at her face surprisingly. She was soaking wet in perspiration ... the Satan accusing her for her infidelity.
“What’s the matter, darling?” Sushovan asked.
She was dreaming the same fearful incident for the last last three days. She didn’t tell that particular dream to her husband ... thinking it a normal dream at first. But when it appeared three days consecutively, she couldn’t help herself anymore ... as she burst out in tears. Her husband tried to soothe her ... console her ... taking her in his loving embrace ... and that made her to open herself.
“I think you should talk about this with our well-wisher, our family-priest,” Her husband advised her.
“B ... b ... u ... tt, you know it’s so embarrassing,” Supriya felt herself confused.
“I don’t think so ... I’m sure he would understand it’s significance and consequences,” He tried to persuade her.
“OK ... as you say ... but will you go with me?”
“It’s a serious and sensitive matter ... you should talk with him by yourself.”
So, next morning she went out for ‘Maa Saradashram’ with shaky legs ... her heart was thumping like a novice examinee ... the faces of her two children, son-in-law, relatives, friends flashing in her mind. Oh God! What an embarrassing situation it might be if they ever got to know the truth.
Her only son Suman, a shy young and introvert agent of an Insurance company went out to visit with one of his policy holders early in the morning and wouldn’t be home soon. Although her beautiful married daughter was arrived yesterday on occasion of the Bengal’s great festival ‘Durgapuja’, her son-in-law wouldn’t be able to come on account of participating in the national level cricket match.
So, the great religious minded mother of two Supriya Chowdhury proceeded to ‘Maa Saradashram’ alone by herself ... mulling over the issue in her mind but couldn’t seem to get anywhere. On her way she remembered it was Thursday ... a special day for prayer ... almost all the disciples would arrive there and she must not be missed.
Although the large ‘Ashram’ ... protected by a high-rise fencing ... a place, just one km away from her house, she couldn’t attend the daily ‘Puja & Prayer’ ... hold in the early morning and evening in the ‘Ashram’ because of her irregular shooting schedule. But today, she had enough time and thought she might find some answers there ... which were constantly irritating her mind for the last few days.
However before going there she quietly and quickly took a bath in the sacred river ‘The Ganges’ and dressed herself in a red-bordered white Saree with a white blouse, she used only for her ‘Puja & Prayer’ and left the house without waking her still sleeping daughter and husband.
She slipped into the back of the ‘Ashram’ just to avoid the rush when she could hear a shooting religious song ... singing in chorus ... and making the atmosphere a heavenly one. As she entered the large worship-room, she saw at least fifty devotees praying with the the great priest Swami Nityananda Maharaj.
The great priest stood in front of the large 10 feel height white marble statue of the great goddess ‘Maa Parvati’, dressed in just a long saffron ‘Dhuti’. He was a tall lean man in his early 40’s with long hairs, strong body and stern eyes behind his horn rimmed glasses.
Many devotees, mainly from Bengali community had gathered there with their desires and expectations ... they wanted blessing of the great Sanyasi Swami Nityananda Maharaj. The devotees were satisfied by seeing him ... and he not only fulfilled the desire of his devotees but also, gave them mental peace and serenity ... somehow he found out a solution of their problems.
Nityanandaji used to say his devotees the common consolation like... ‘It might be happened something more bad, and if not happened so, you must be greatful to the great Goddess Parvati. Actually people used to suffer for their own carnal desires which they aspired always and in accordance with the human nature, they got desires and necessary ways to fulfill them.’
The Holy monk used to give different varieties of Prasad like flowers, fruits, red thread, vermillion, bibhuti and holy water ... cleaning the idols of various Gods and Goddesses. He was a great devotee of the Goddess Parvati and devil Satan. He was a renowned Yogi and he used to teach ‘Astanga Yoga’ as a powerful way to protect someone from the curse of Satan.
After the song, he gave a sermon about how Satan uses the temptations of the flesh to lure people to sin and that all the Hindus must guard against the Satan. He ended by saying that the next Thursday he would tell the congregation specifically what they must do to resist these temptations
Supriya couldn’t wait a week ... she had to get some answers immediately. As the priest stood at the door ... saying goodbye to his flock, she hung back ... so that she was the last one out. The priest furrowed his brow when he saw her.
He was always a man of God ... devoting himself to the Goddess Parvati and savior, never allowing himself to stray from the path or indulge in temptation. This is until he noticed the tempting smile of his favourite disciple Supriya. He’d never lusted after a woman like this before, never once even thought about sex after he took his vows, and never has so much as touched himself.
Forgive me father for I guess I have lost my chastity,” Said Supriya ... hanging her hand in acute shame ... almost in whisper. “It’s been two weeks since my last confession.”
“May the Goddess Parvati be in your heart and confess your sins with pure heart ... But what took you so long, my child?” He asked.
“It seems my life ... my family’s status ... my image going to be shattered,” Supriya said. “And I ... I was scared about those.”
“There is nothing to fear, tell me what is on your heart,” He queried in a heavenly smile. “Come with me ... and confess your sins to Maa Parvati.” as he proceeded to the beautiful marble statue.
“I have sinned, Guruji. I need the almighty’s forgiveness ... lots of forgiveness ... please help me,” Kneeling down in front of Swami Nityananda, the well-known TV serial actress Supriya Chowdhury almost pleaded in tearful eyes ... folding her hands.
“How have you sinned, my child?” The great saint of ‘Maa Saradashram’ said politely ... standing in the worship-room before the marble statue of the Goddess Parvati. “Confess in detail.”
“Guruji, I’ve been fornicated with other than my husband and I think I’ve lost my chastity ... I need your advice to get the Almighty’s blessing.” Tears rolling down heavily from the talented actress’s innocent eyes as she continued her confession and hearing those slizzy encounters, his cock started twitching inside his long saffron Dhuti ( Saree type thin cloth ).
“Go on, my child ... and don’t feel shy to utter the crude words we simply use ... like fuck, pussy, cock, cunt etc. and so open yourself before the great Goddess Parvati without feeling a bit of shy ... I’m sure she would forgive you.”
“Well Guruji, you know very well ... being an actress I’ve to entertain a lot of producers, directors, actors etc. just to get a role ... have a chance in their serials and ... well ... I’ve to sex ... sorry I’ve to fu ... fuck a lot for those. However the worst thing is happened just a few days ago. I have to perform in a hard-core Bengali porn movie ‘Nartoki’ based on nude dance to comply the huze bank-loan I took one year ago. I often think, doing these I’ve lost my chastity and committed sin ... so I need your forgiveness ... see?”
“I see,” Said Nityanandaji ... licking his dried lips in acute excitement as he swallowed hard ... feeling extremely horny ... as his cock started twitching inside his briefs. He pushed his saffron Dhuti one side of his crotch and then grabbing his erection in his right hand, he started squeezing it through the scanty briefs.
“Go on, my child, who have you had to sex in your porn movie?”
“The producer of the film ( Bhupinder Singh ) and his Nepali driver cum assistant ( Bahadur Thapa ) ... and the most worst thing is, I fucking love all the fuckings I get from them. But then, suddenly, I realize that it’s not right, is it Guruji? For me to like get fucked by the different peoples ... belonging to other castes? I mean I just love getting fucked ... and dancing for my two porn heros ... letting them feel me up and fuck me, it’s not right, is it Guruji?”
“It’s OK ... Having sex with other than your own caste and husband can’t be a sin ... rather I think the Almighty Goddess Parvati would bless you for spreading the message of Communal Harmony among the peoples?”
“Communal Harmony!” She watched him with a querying look.
“Yes my child ... at present, we all should give priority for spreading the message of ‘Communal Harmony’ through out the country to curb the acute clash and riot among different castes ... and thereby waking up the compassion among them. To me, you’re one of my reliable devotees who has the ability to implement this great task ... cause, for a long time I’ve noticed your love, sympathy, affection for the peoples of other castes. And now allowing them to have sex with you, you’ve done a heavenly task. I’m really proud of you.”
“Thank you Guruji ... you’ve lessened my anxiety,” Once again tears rolling down from her eyes in joy ... feeling light-hearted as she bent forward ... touching the great Saint’s sacred feet with her forehead.
“In the meantime you sure get to know, how much your fans would enjoy your porn? Being a show-business professional, I think it’s your obligation to give enjoyment to your fans ... so don’t feel yourself guilty,” The senior most priest of ‘Maa Saradashram’ assured the mentally conflicting serial actress as he blessed her by touching her head with his right hand.
“You’re right Guruji ... I’ve already gotten so many appreciations from them ... specially for a striptease dance scene I’ve performed in that porn.”
“Nude dance ... fantastic,” Nityanandaji looked highly excited. “You know ... I’m a blind fan of your dance ... and I jerked so many nights thinking your nude dance ... so please send that porn in my mobile as soon as possible.”
“It’s my pleasure, Guruji.” Supriya smiled happily and Nityanandaji could take no more as he could feel his cum boiling in his ballsac.
“Ohhhhhh ... Almighty! Please help me to fulfill my dream,” He whispered to himself ... looking at the great Goddess Parvati and he couldn’t hold himself no more as his spunk gushed out into his thin briefs. However the spasms had died away soon when her voice came back to him...
“What did you just say, Guruji?”
“I ... er ... was just uttering a prayer for the well-being of you, my child,” He managed to say.
“Oh! I thought I’d got you all randy and you just cum into your Dhuti, Guruji? Don’t feel yourself shy, Guruji ... if you really did so, I’d love to lick the filthy cream off of your holy cock and balls? I love scummy cocks and balls ... and do you want me to come to your room later, Guruji?”
“In my room!” He queried.
“Yes ... I’ve seen the look in your eyes ... the same look I’ve seen often in my fans’ eyes. I know you want to fuck me, Guruji ... Fuck! I’ve always wanted to fuck around with a Holy man of fucking God!” With that, she stood in front of the great priest ... pushing the ‘Anchal’ ( Last portion of Saree ) away from her heaving chest, proud ... massaging her own tits through the near-see-through braless blouse.
“Ohhhhhh ... please my child, don’t tease me,” Nityanandaji felt his deflating cock tried to rise it’s head again.
“Like my tits, Guruji? All my fans like my tits, they dream to squeeze ‘em ... they cherish to lick ‘em ... suck ‘em and I fucking love it! My fans drooling over them, their fucking cocks standing like rock. But I love most the fucking effect I have on my younger fans ... they are my favorites.”
“Yes baby ... you’re a real slut ... a true devotee of the Almighty.”
“Thanks Guruji ... my Punjabi porn hero cum producer Bhupinder Singh says that too. He doesn’t like to wash his cock and I love sniffing his dirty cock and making a big show of licking his caviar. I don’ swallow, I just get it into my mouth, swirl it around a bit, savoring the taste and then drool it outta my mouth,” She looked at the holy-priest with a wicked grin.
“Please continue, my child ... don’t miss a single event ... it’s so hot.”