Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Well, let's get you taken care of then." Anushka walked over to Krishan, rolled his chair way from the desk, spun him so that he was facing the monitor again, and kneeled down on the floor. She placed the towel next to her right knee. "You can look at that picture if it speeds things along."

"Thanks, Mom." Krishan didn't care much about the naked women on his monitor at the moment.

"Should I ...?" She looked up at the monstrosity, her brown eyes wide, her pupils dilated. "Should I use my mouth again?" Anushka reached forward with her right hand and tentatively caressed his right testicle. It was so heavy and full.

Krishan nodded.

"I can do that. The mouth isn't cheating. Right?" She looked past the penis at his skinny chest and thin arms. Such a miracle that this mighty tool would belong to her slight son.

"Right, Mom."

"Just don't tell your father, Krish." She circled the shaft with the fingers on her left hand and gently closed them. It was so incredibly thick. "Or anyone else." Anushka's focus when to the purplish top of his thing. Such an angry color for such a mild boy. She raised herself up a little on her knees and slowly slid the wide, flared head between her lips.



"I won't tell anyone." Krishan secretly crossed his fingers as he said this. He'd sure as heck tell Nayanthara.

"Ggggoooooogggghhhhh." Anushka had wanted to say good, but the cockhead got in her way. She bobbed her head in small quick strokes, remembering how best to service Krishan from last time. His thing was so dissimilar to his father's. This was an almost completely different act than the marital fellatio Anushka often performed. She moved her other hand to his pole and pumped up and down with both hands, squeezing tightly. The more she practiced, the more fluid it seemed.

"You're the best, Mom." Krishan sighed and slouched further into his chair. Anushka looked amazing with her pretty face contorted around his dick. Her crows-feet wrinkles etched themselves a little deeper as she struggled to blow her son. Her nostrils flared as she forced herself to breathe through her nose. "I hope Dad appreciates you."



Anushka popped her mouth off Krishan's thing and looked up at his young, handsome face. "He does, Krish." Then she went right back to sucking.

On the other side of town at that moment, Ganesh chewed on a pencil, reading through some very old files. He was close to something big. He just knew it. Something really big. He had no idea how close his wife was at that moment to something even bigger.

Back in the Mansion, Krishan looked up from his mother's bobbing brown hair to his monitor. Instead of the model he expected, he saw Nayanthara's beauty staring back at him. Confused, he blinked several times. On the screen, Nayanthara nodded her head and the camera panned back. He could see that the ghost sat naked in a wingback chair, by a roaring fire. Her heavy boobs,  and fiery bush were all on full display. She grabbed a breast in each hand, squeezed them together, and moved them up and down. Krishan understood. He nodded at the monitor and Nayanthara winked an eye back at him. She dropped her breasts and leaned forward in her wingback chair in anticipation of what was to come.



"Hey, Mom." Krishan looked down at Anushka as she worked his dick. "That feels ... really great. But could I ...?"

Anushka spit out his thing and looked up at him again. "What is it, Krish?" She panted a little. It was hard to get in enough air just breathing through her nose. "I'm here to help."

"Could you ... I mean ... would you ...?" Krishan stammered.

"Yes?" Her hands still slid slowly up and down his penis as she looked up.

"Could you do it with your boobs?" Krishan spit the words out quickly.

"With my ...?" Anushka turned it over in her head a moment and then understood. "Ohhhh. I see." Her hands kept up their work as she thought about the request. "Really, Krish?" She cocked her head at him. "Really?"

"Yeah, Mom. Please?" Krishan could already tell she was going to do it by the look in her eyes. "It wouldn't be cheating."

"I suppose not. It's not cheating if it's just the boobs." She let go of her son's thing and reached for the hem of her husband's shirt with both hands. She pulled off the shirt and tossed it behind her. Her boobs dropped and jiggled.



"They're beautiful, Mom." Krishan fixed his stare on those magnificent tits. They hung perfectly on her chest, large, round and full. With thick pink nipples and small areolas. Krishan pulled his eyes away and looked at the monitor behind his mom. Nayanthara smiled broadly. His eyes dropped down to his mom's face and he could see her cheeks were redder than usual.

"Thank you for the compliment, Krish." Dressed only in her black panties, Anushka held her breasts, scooted herself forward, and wrapped them around his tool. She figured there was enough spit left over from the blowjob for lubrication. "I've never done this before, so it may take me a minute to figure it out." She softly bit the tip of her tongue in concentration and tried one long pump with her breasts, using her hands to move her boobs up and down. Satisfied with the result, she did it again and again. Pretty soon she had an awkward, but consistent rhythm.

"Dad's missing out." Krishan couldn't look away from what his sweet mom was doing to him.



"It's okay." Anushka raised her eyes from Krishan's thing and looked up into her son's face. She could see the pleasure written there as he gritted his teeth. That she could bring her son such joy filled her with happiness. "I wouldn't be able to do this for Ganesh anyway. Not like this." She looked back down at the monster that slid between her tightly pressed boobs. "He's so different from you, Krish."

Back at the library, Ganesh held up a paper excitedly. The plans, he'd found the plans. This would make their work so much easier and might solve the mystery of the locked room. When he brought a copy home, Anushka would be so thrilled. This would surely be the most exciting thing she'd seen all day. He poured over the plans.