I am Nirmal of age 20, a typical rural Bengali boy from Nalhati, a small town of Birbhum district in West Bengal. I am a science student, studying at Rampurhat college. I am the only child of my father and mother.
This place, Nalhati is well known for the temple of famous Nalateswari, a mystic form of Goddess Kali and also one of the 51 Sati Pithas in India. It is an important centre for Tantric Hinduism. In previous days human sacrifice was regular here, but after the decade of 1960 it decreased and now almost ceased to animal sacrifice. On the auspicious day night of Dipabali or Diwali amavasya 108 goats and 27 buffaloes got beheaded before the blood-thirsty Goddess to complete the Kali Puja celebration here. It is a regular tradition over here. Other than that, over the year animal sacrifice is inevitable here on every Tuesday and Saturday when the blood of beheaded animal is applied as prasadi Tilak to everyone who visited the temple.
My father Rajballav Mishra wais one the senior priests of Nalateswari temple and was a rich person. He was a cruel and strong person with a well built body, used to cover his body with red dhoti and red uttariya with stings of rudraksh hanging from his neck. I heard, he had done hard tapasya or prayer of Goddess Kali with many human sacrifices at a time and got the ultimate enlightenment. He was like a terror to everyone. No one dares to talk with him while he walks towards the temple crossing the market place.
As senior priest my father used to get a lot of favour from temple. The dan daksina or sacrifice items used to come in huge amount to our home in the form of basmati rice, vegetables, pulses, sweets, fruits, utensils, cloth, gold jewels and goat meat etc. and also about 1 Lakh rupees per month as daksina.
My Mother Nisha devi was a common house-wife, pious obedient and modest lady. She had never said anything against her husband ever, even if he compelled her to do wrong things in the name of Tantric Hinduism. Many a time she had to bear the penance of ‘upabas’ or stay hungry and thirsty for the whole day for the betterment of family. Many a times she had to walk over burning charcoal to show her chastity. Many a times she had to drink cow’s urine in the name of ‘amrit’.
Nisha devi got married at the age of 14 to my father and from then she was used to obey all instructions and commands of my father without a word. I was born when she was only 15 years of age. She was a beautiful lady with fair complexion and attractive figure. Now she is 35, matured and more beautiful.
She was religious minded and respected my father’s personality. I never heard any objection from her against my father.
But one day I heard her objection. My father was trying to convince her and she was not ready to accept his proposal. I was outside, just entered the outer room and could hear the conversation going on.
“Na na na, aami aar Bhairavi hote parbo na, o tumi bolo na !” It means in Bengali, “No no no, I am not ready to be a Bhairavi again, please do not say me for that !”
My father said, “Ete karap ki achhe ? E to Mayer Aadesh !” Meaning, “What so bad in it ? Take it as a command from the Goddess !”
“No no, I did it many times you said earlier. But not this time.”
“Why not ?”
What I heard next from my Mother’s voice shocked me like a electric jerk. She was saying, “In the darkness of amavasya night I undressed myself many a times before and stood before your disciples as Bairavi Maa to check their capacity to get enlightenment. If they got attracted to my body they were rejected and if they accept me as Mother then they were selected for enlightenment or Brahmagyan. But this time I am not ready to shed my dress again before your disciple Paresh.”
Father asked, “I can’t understand why.”
“Paresh is my son’s friend and you choose him for your next enlightenment. I can not get naked before him. He is like my son.”
Father said, “You are the world incarnation of great Jagat janani, The Universal Mother. Everyone is your Son in this world. What so shame before your own Son ?”
My father’s reluctant voice made Mother restless, “O God ! What are you saying ? No shame before my own Son ? Today you are saying for Paresh, the next day you may say for my own Son Nirmal ! You have no boundaries … .”
Father said, “Mother Loves Son and Son Loves Mother. This is the Greatest Love in this World and beyond all other loves and relationships. If any day You have to show Nirmal your body for purification of his soul, it is not at all a bad thing … !”
Mother cried, “What are you saying ! Have you gone mad ?”
“No, what I am saying is the eternal Truth. A Female or ‘Prakriti’ is always like Universal Mother to a Male or ‘Purus’ entity.”
“I can not do this, I can not do this. I have treated Paresh always as a child. He is so younger than me, of so tender age.”
I got amazed and excited at the conversation going on. My friend Paresh left school education long ago and went to jungle with a sage called paglababa. He stayed there for three years with that sage and it is said that he learnt a lot of Tantra vidya from that sage. Now he wants to come back to Nalhati and applied for a priest post at Nalateswari temple to my father. My Father is going to test his eligibility.
My Father said, “Paresh is not your own son. What so bad about it ? You are reacting too much this time. He is your Son’s friend, so what ? Show him the path of sin and perversion. Allure him towards you. If he gets attracted to your body, he gets dejected automatically.”
“Please understand, this is not right.”
“Look Nisha, you have to do what I said on the coming Amavasya night. Paresh will come to bath in the Bairav temple pond at 12 o’clock midnight. You have to get yourself ready before that. Shed your cloths, apply sandal paste on your body, wear a China Rose garland on your neck and be the Bairavi Maa to check Paresh’s eligibility for Tantra Sadhana.”
My Father declared like he is commanding now. It is inevitable to obey for my Mother if Father commands anything to her.
I heard everything and got to know why my Mother gets vanished at most of the Amavasya nights. She is the wife of a Tantric priest and had to obey her husband’s commands. I silently came out of home and walked towards the pond near Bairav temple, the site scheduled for that night incident. This was the large water body with cemented surroundings and half kilometers away from our home.
I never thought of her in that way ever before. But the conversation between my Father and my Mother compelled me to think something perverted and sinful about my Mother. She is a beautiful Lady no doubt, the naked damsel actress of Bairavi Maa play for my perverted Father. He himself was perverted and also have pulled my Mother into that sinful perversion.
I got so much excited inside that I started to bunk my college classes and come to the old banyan tree beside the Bairav temple pond. I started ejaculating myself thinking of My Mother exposed before my friend Paresh at this site. It was so terrible excitement for me that I discharged six times to seven times at that erotic thought.
I was waiting for the final encounter and the night of Amavasya came at last. It was a dark night and I reached beside the pond an hour earlier. I was hiding myself behind the big banyan tree. I waited there in darkness. At night it was a dangerous place beside pond, as there were lots of snakes in those bushes. Also it was a place for lots of poisonous insects.
After half an hour I saw a dark shadow moving towards Bairav temple. Walking seemed to of some female. It entered the temple in saree and came out with a slender nakedness, Hands and legs distinctly visible in darkness also. My heart beats got louder. This is certainly My Mother Nisha devi. She was unaware of my presence and no one else was there.
Oh God ! She was coming directly towards the banyan tree. I got puzzled. She came so closer, but in the darkness I could not see her face and body parts. But assuming only by her shadow I could say — Oh ! What a Lady ! I could not see her body curves and her beautiful juicy fruits…. But can assume the shape of her dancing bulging breasts, the outline of her petite belly, the curve of her heavy buttocks. That made me mad in excitement ! What a beautiful body she have ! I saw her full exposed well adorned body in shadow shape from a distance of seven hands.
She was coming so closer, I could not dare to stay behind the banyan tree. I moved myself quicker aside. I wanted to get away from her sight. It was still half an hour before appearance of Paresh. I wanted a secured place near the dense bush beside the cemented stairs. I proceeded towards the stairs to go down.
But before I could hide myself in the bush I heard a voice behind, “Ke Okhane ?” or, “Who is there ?”
It was the voice of my Mother. I didn’t make any response.
“Paresh ? Paresh esecho ?” Or, “Paresh ? Are you Paresh ?” She asked again.
Without response she got restless. “Eso Batsa, aamar kachhe eso !” or, “O my Son, Come to me!”
I could not find out what to do. I was trapped and noticed. My Mother was naked and assuming me as my friend Paresh. In the darkness nothing is visible clearly. She quickly started to come down towards the pond. I jumped into the pond water in hurry.
My Mother came down at the base of the stairs and called in a provocative voice, “Ami tomar jonye bose achhi batsa. Amar kachhe eso.” It means, “I’m waiting here for you, Son. Please come to me.”
I tried to stay in water, but for how long. She was assuming me as Paresh and could not make any distinguishing difference in this darkness. A sinful idea flickered in my mind and with it I swam towards the stairs to reach my Mother. I left my shirt and pant and got full naked. She must not recognize me.
I reached the stairs and came out of water.
She was standing stark naked before me. It was so dark in that midnight, nothing could be seen clearly. She called me, “Paresh, look at me, Son …. I am here for you !”
It was so passionate and attractive voice, I could not resist myself. I have only half an hour in hand and I have to do whatever I want before Paresh and my Father comes here. I proceeded towards her and touched her shoulder. She was so slender and smooth.
I caught hold of her body with two hands and kissed on her face, then on her nose, then on her lips. She said nothing. The scent of sandal paste coming out of her body made her presence eternal and sensous. I sucked her juicy lips with desperate lust. She was not at all resisting. I got full control of her body and started to caress and fondle here and there. I fondled her bulging breasts and she grabbed me hard with her hands. We both got close to each other feeling the warmth of carnal desire.
I came down to her breasts and sucked her erect nipples. They scented so good. I sucked her right breast with hard suction of mouth and fondled her left breast. I licked her areola around the nipples. “Oooooh, Oooooh, Ki korcho ki !” Meaning “Oooooh, Oooooh, What are you doing !”
I nibbled her juicy nipples and played with them. She got so hot and aroused she started kissing me on my face. My fingers working around her nipples made her excited.
She said, “Baba Paresh, ami tomay pariksa korte esechilam. Tumi to aamar Kaame vese gele, batsa. Oooooossh Tomar sadhan vajan kichhui hobe na ….Tumi Oooooosh shudhu aamar Sona chhele hoye thakbe aar aamar, shudu aamar sadhana korbe ebar theke !”
It means, “Dear Paresh, I came here to test you. And you got dissolved in my passion, my Son. Oooooosssh You are not for prayer or sadhana of God …. You Oooooosssh from now be my Sweet boy and will worship only me and me and me ! ”
I kissed her lips in agreement. They were so sweet and juicy. I never say a word as it may reveal my identity. I pressed her soft and slender body with me to make her hot and dissolved in passion. She was rubbing herself on my face.
I got desperate and went down her pubis area. She was well shaved and have no hair over there. It felt so sexy, I put my finger in her and pushed it deeper.
She whispered, “Ummmmm Oooooosssh …Dustu chhele, ki hochcheta ki !”
Or, “Ummmmmm Ooooooosssh … You naughty boy, what are you doing !”
The hole was hot and sticky with a feeling of feminine flesh. It felt like I was feeling my birth temperature inside her.
“O Sona, don’t say ever anything to your dear friend Nirmal. You know he is my Son. It is so embarrassing… .”
She didn’t know it was me, her son… her own Son Nirmal doing this with her and not my friend Paresh. I moved my finger inside and juices started coming from all sides.
“Oooooooh You such a dirty boy Paresh!”
I fingered her hard and she moaned in pleasure. She was enjoying my play and put a hand on my manhood. She felt it in her palm and started rubbing. As soon as she started to rub it a smell of my genitals came up in the air.
“O my God !” She stopped for a while, “You are Paresh, isn’t it ?”
I didn’t reply. My Mother was a good sniffer and she could my smell from my underwears. Even without seeing me in this darkness she could recognize me with that smell. She got a doubt. “Why are you so silent ? Why you are not saying anything ?”
I still didn’t give any reply. She started rubbing my private rod again. I could not help, the smell of my genitals came up again. She leaned down and said, “No no never ! You can not be Paresh ! I can say without any fail you are not Paresh ! I know this smell ! This smell belongs to my Son !”
I was stunned. She have got me even without seeing in this darkness. I found no words. I was fingering her pussy and she was rubbing my manhood, such a terrible situation was that, how I could say I was her Son and she was my Mother.
She hold my rod and jerked it, “Sab jakhon ghente felechis takhon aar oto lajja peye kaaj nei, katha bal !” It means, “When you have caressed my nude everything then what left to shame for, please talk with me now !”
I uttered, “Maa … .”
I was shocked to see she was so calm and natural even after knowing my identity. It seemed so mysterious to me.
From her words it was clear she didn’t got angry. She kissed on my chest and asked, “ You are Nirmal, isn’t it ? Please reply !”
“Yes, Maa.”
“Badmash Chhele, aamar maan ijjat aar kichhu baki rakhli na.”
It means, “Naugty Boy, you didn’t have left anything to hide for me !”
She was hot and I was excited too. My rod got erect like a bamboo and touching her thighs. Her lecherous words made me aroused. I grabbed her ass and pulled her towards my lower part.
“O maa, ki shoytan chhele ! Tale tale dhokabar tal korchhe !”
Or, “O God, what a devil you are ! Trying to enter me from below !”
“I can’t stop myself”, I uttered and pushed my daring manhood into her lustful hole. She welcomed me inside and clasped my waist with her right leg. I started fucking her in that standing position. She was hot and passionate. I found her weak point and entered into it. Our body responded in a rhythm of harmony and she cried in pleasure, “Oooooooh oooooooh, Chod aamay Sona, aaro jore chod aamay !”
In the darkness of amavasya I fucked my Mother before the actual play started.
After half an hour my Mother Nisha parted from me and warned, “Your father is coming.”
We separated and took position in dark bush beside the stairs. My father appeared behind the banyan tree and his large shadow went behind it. He was hiding himself.
Within a minute Paresh came there in a loin cloth and a kamadulu. He bathed in that pond and came up. As he came out of water my Mother appeared before him naked and said, “Eso batsa aamar kachhe … !” Or , “Hey Son, Come near me !”
He looked at her nakedness, but smiled, “I have left the World and left everything in its attachment. I don’t need any human body.”
“I am not a common human body. I am full of desire and passion. I can make you happy.”
Paresh said, “I don’t need anything from you.”
Mother said, “I am Bhauravi Maa, want whatever you like. I can fulfill your desire.”
Paresh said, “ Instead, I bow before you as my Mother. You bless me as your son.”
My Mother said, “Ok my Son, you succeed in my test. You are pure and the right person to get enlightenment.”
Paresh bowed before my Mother, touched her feet and went upstairs. My father came out and received him, “I am glad to get you, my Son. Your test is over.”
Both of them went out of that place without knowing anything that happened before this incident. My Mother was naked and so was I. She whispered, “Now I want to bless you my Son.”
I kissed her, “As you wish, Maa.”
She caught hold my masculine rod and started rubbing again and I started playing with her beautiful and hot genitals, her hot clitoris. The darkness of amavasya covered everything inside its blindness. Only the warm whispers could be hard.
“Oh Maa ! You are so hot ! I want to fuck you !”
“Stop talking Ooooosh, what are you doing you bastard !”
My Mother’s Blessings