Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"I don't think so, Krish." The color drained from Anushka's face. She bit her bottom lip. "Unless ... unless ... you think it's really important for your comfort."



"I need your help, Mom."

"Okay, okay, okay." Anushka took a deep breath and looked back down at the flaccid penis. "I'll help you this one time so we can get you the proper underwear." Her left hand made one tentative stroke up and down the shaft. She paused. And stroked again. And again. Pretty soon, she had a nice rhythm. She could feel the thing in her hand swelling as Krish's blood rushed into it. "There we go. Is it all the way hard yet?"

"Not ... yet." Krishan watched her boobs shake under her t-shirt as she worked frantically to get him all the way hard.



"Not yet? Okay, okay." Anushka grabbed him with her right hand too and worked both hands on the shaft together. She'd never given a handjob with two hands before, there hadn't been enough room on those other men. Oh, no, she thought. She was giving Krishan a handjob. It was really happening.

"You can ... measure ... now." Krishan panted and tried hard not to cum in his mom's unsuspecting face.

"Thank goodness." Still stroking with her left hand, Anushka reached down and grabbed the tape measure with her right hand. She should really stop the handjob now, but for some reason she couldn't. "Holy Moses, Krish. It's thirteen inches long." That was an unlucky number, she thought.

Behind Anushka, Nayanthara nodded encouragement to Krishan. With her stark, white hands, she made a motion like an erupting volcano. She mouthed the words all over her.

Krishan shook his head at the woman. "Mom ... you ... have to stop. Or ..."

"Sorry, Krish." Anushka's left hand finally stopped and she let go of the wakened leviathan. "Go take care of that in the bathroom."

Nayanthara frowned, and for a second her pretty, freckled face looked quite dark. She turned and walked to the study closet, opened the door and disappeared inside.



"Thanks, Mom." Krishan in only his t-shirt, stepped around his mom and raced to the study door. His giant cock bounced wildly in front of him. He opened the door and vanished down the hall on his way to the bathroom.

Anushka turned to watch him go. It was almost comical, how disproportioned he was. She took a deep breath and stood. She was about to turn back to her laptop and order Krishan some micro boxers when she noticed the open closet door. That was odd. She walked over to the door and put her hand on it to close it, but stopped when she saw what was hanging inside.

All by itself on a black hanger was a powder blue chemise and corset. lingerie. It looked a little unwieldly, but also quite pretty. Anushka wondered if Ganesh would like seeing her wearing that outfit. Then she wondered how Krishan would feel if he saw her like that. Would his thirteen inches harden when she presented herself to him? What was she thinking? That was crazy. But she would certainly wear it for Ganesh. Anushka turned and walked back to the laptop and ordered some new underwear for Krishan.



"What do you think, honey?" Anushka twirled for her husband in the middle of their bedroom. The kids were in bed, it was late, and Anushka felt lively for the first time in days. The perfect recipe for romance.

"I guess it has a certain, understated appeal." Ganesh looked her up and down from his position on the bed. The corset did push her boobs up, and the chemise did accentuate the contours of her hips. But it was certainly no Victoria's Secret. "Where'd you find that, again?"

"In the study closet." Anushka stood and cocked her hip to the side. She felt so sexy in that lingerie. Her pussy had started dripping the moment she'd fastened the corset.



"And you just put on someone else's lingerie?" Ganesh wondered how he'd ever get that getup off her.

"I washed it first, silly." Anushka gave him a pretend pout and stalked to the bed. "Come on, Ganesh. I want to feel your little thing inside ... your big thing. Your very big penis inside me." She crawled up onto the bed.