Ideal Religious Family
Copyright© 2025 by satabdi
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Every weekend Swami Nityananda Maharaj tried to visit atleast twenty devotees of ‘Parvati Maa’ in the area where ‘Maa Saradashram’ was situated. All of them greeted him with garlands and donations, and many broke into tears when he’d consoled them to reduce their sadness. They felt their unhappiness waning and their wounds mending ... such was the power of his blessing.
It was late in one of the evenings that the great priest came to his favourite disciple Supriya’s house. A great throng of people followed him and stood outside the ‘Choudhury House’s porch. When Supriya’s daughter Soma saw the great monk ... entering their living-room, she felt immense joy.
She rushed towards him and she fell prostrate before him. The holy priest blessed her by touching her head with his right hand ... and bade her stand as he hugged her tightly ... feeling the softness of her body and kissed her forehead affectionately.
She felt a warm sensation creeping in her chest from the innocent affection shown by the holy representer of the Goddess Parvati Maa ... she felt herself guilty being horny in the holy priest’s embrace. She could remember how her tiny hands used to fit comfortably around his fingers when she was younger. She smiled, feeling happy that he had come to bless her nine months old baby-boy Raja.
After that she washed his sacred feet with ‘Gangajal’ ( Holy water of the river Ganges) and thoroughly drying them with her ‘Anchal’ and kissing them with great devotion. Finally she took his hand and led him through the path ... towards the worship-room of Chowdhury house ... where her mother was waiting anxiously ... finishing the arrangements of Puja.
Sitting in front of Parvati Maa’s statue, he started the Puja ... and praying to the great Goddess for the well-being of the baby. After completion of the Puja ... she walked confidently with a tray ... full of oblation in her hands ... towards the hall to distribute it among the guests. A small function was arranged there on account of her Son Raja’s ‘Annaprashan ( A traditional Hindu ceremony marking a baby’s first intake of solid food’.
As the evening progressed, guests started arriving at the party with their children or partners. Some of them were dressed in traditional Bengalee outfits while others opted for more modern clothing styles. The air was filled with laughter and music as people mingled and chatted amongst themselves.
The guests were dressed in glittering outfits, sipping champagne and chattering excitedly under the watchful gaze of towering chandeliers adorning gold-leafed walls. Each of them wished for her baby’s good health and well-being while taking the ‘Oblation’ from her.
After that she cast a glance around the hall, taking in the scene ... it seemed almost all the guests were arrived. She saw her husband and brother were on one side of the hall with their friends ... she was on the other end talking to her Christian friend Pamela and her parents.
She herself was wearing a ghee-color red-bordered ‘Pattabastra ( Silk-Cloth )’ with a matching sleeveless blouse that hugged her curves and revealed the outline of her toned arms. Her black hair was styled in carefree curls and she had deep brown eyes that sparkled with mischief.
Once she caught her father-in-law Rahamat’s eyes scanning her body up and down as she smiled back. He reciprocated with a charming smile of his own. She remembered that evening’s incident when her Sasur watched her being fucked by her own father in doggy-style ... while her mother was stroking him from behind.
She could guess that her respected Sasurmosai was actually fucking her in his corrupted mind. Her heart was beating faster and she wondered if he would make a move soon or not. She walked up to him and bending forward, she touched her feet as he blessed her before going back to his talking with her mother.
As she talking with her friend Pamela, Nityanandaji’s eyes caught the attention of her backside. Her backless blouse showing her back with enough gap between her blouse and Saree was giving a glimpse of her nude back. Her curves and big ass were visible so clearly ... the thin Saree had taken the clear shape of her bubble-ass.
He was devouring her charms secretly and then she turned her back towards him as she noticed his eyes scanning her body up and down. She had an unavoidable attraction at her motherly body. She had lost weight after her delivery and was looking very sexy with perfect curves and heavily milk-filld firm boobs.
Her deep navel was fully opened ... as she wore her Saree at least three inches below of her navel ... just above her cleanly shaven swollen mound. The milk-white abdomen looked like butter which was shouting to be kissed and to be played with and given the love and affection it deserved.
As she wandered around the hall ... being a proud mother with her see-through thin Saree, once again she caught her Gurubaba staring at her. He smiled invitingly ... and licking his dry lips in excitement. She didn’t mind it ... she was familiar with his lustful behaviour. She could guess the effect of liqueur consumed his modesty ... and today she felt herself daring.
She knew how to use her charm to full advantage to attract her horny Gurubaba even and she wasn’t ashamed to tease him a little with it either. The thin see-through Saree that she was wearing accentuated the curves of her body perfectly, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath.
She looked at him up and down with a subtle hint of approval ... licking her lipstick coated ruby lips seductively ... taking in his handsome features and tall frame. She could feel the heat rising from her chest to her face as she played with the pallu of her Saree ... tracing it across her shoulders invitingly.
“Would you like something to drink, Gurubaba?” Once she asked him seductively ... still playing with the Pallu / Anchal of the Saree. She was curious to see if he had the balls to make a move.
“No, thank you, Maa,” The long-bearded monk responded politely, his eyes still lingered on his young devotee’s semi-exposed boobs that was accentuated by the cleavage-baring tight blouse she was wearing underneath the thin Saree.
Soma then took another sip of wine and continued playing with the Anchal / Pallu ( Last portion of Saree ) as they continued their talks about her baby-boy and everyday life. But she noticed his eyes fixing on her deep-cleavage most of the time ... she could feel the bra-less thin blouse was an instant hit with the hunk priest.
As the horny middle-aged priest was constantly checking her deep cleavage, her boobs and semi-exposed figure, he couldn’t help but stare at her ... often adjusting his growing bulge with his saffron ‘Dhuti’. She smiled coyly ... noticing the bulge. Soon their eyes met with others and he couldn’t help himself rubbing his dick over his ‘Dhuti’.
Actually he too had been trying to draw his sexy devotee’s attention to him. It seemed like forever but was probably one and half hour had passed since he arrived at the Chowdhury House. At one point she noticed her mother was busy in her gossiping with him ... at the farthest corner of the room.
It seemed they were talking almost in whisper ... and they were standing so closely ... often taking other’s hands ... theirs eyes were consumed in passion. She was highly surprised at their behaviour ... how a holy priest like Swami Nityananda would behave with her mother so intimately.
Next evening Soma came back home in the evening ... spending few jolly moments with her dearest friend Pamela. She was hurrying back ... thinking about her baby-boy’s nourishing ... he might be hungry. She kept him to her mother and it passed almost two hours since she had breastfed him last time.
She noticed a scooty parking at the driveway and she could easily recognise it’s owner ... yes, it was her father-in-law’s ... who often had come to their house. Actually he was her father’s dearest friend ... and after her marriage with his son Rahim, their closeness and intimacy had deepened further.
He would often come to ‘Choudhury House’ ... even spend few days with the family ... it seems he is almost a family member of the great Chowdhury Family. She grinned remembering his close intimacy with her mother ... when she noticed her mother stroking his cock and they were watching her being fucked by her father.
As she walked in, she heard the familiar Mantras along with the religious song ( Parvati Maa, Parvati Maa, Tumi Jagatmata ... Shakimoyee Tumi Maa, Shantirupini Tumi Maa ) singing by her mother in their worship-room. Instantly her mind filled with heavenly bliss as she too mumbled the song ... matching her lips with her mother’s singing.
It was almost evening ... and she could guess that her mother was complying her normal evening Puja. She was habituated with this because she noticed that her mother had devoted herself more to Parvati Maa since her attainment of pregnancy. Her mother often went to ‘Maa Saradashram’ to have a visit with Swami Nityananda to show her gratitude to him and get his blessing whenever she had a chance.
That’s when she realised along with the religious song, other noises were also coming out ... she couldn’t quite make out at first. The sounds were definitely coming out from their Worshship-Room ... along with Thap ... Thap ... Pooch ... Pooch ... wet sounds. With some conflicting mind, she moved towards the worship-room, and as she did, she could make out the sounds that were previously masked by that religious song.
Yes, they were the sounds of moaning and smacking of flesh. She slowly walked to the worship-room door and it was ajar ... just the slightest. She peeked inside ... with a sudden intake of breath ... and with the sight in front of her. Actually it was her mother and father-in-law’s next step of illicit intimacy which she had witnessed before.