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[Krishan202]

In the Mansion, Krishan looked over his mother's shoulder as she worked so hard to bring him off. On his monitor, he could see Nayanthara, still naked in her chair, biting her fingernails in expectation. Nayanthara nodded at Krishan and made the same volcano explosion motions with her hands that she'd made while watching him and Anushka in the study the other day. Krishan resolved not to disappoint her this time.



"Are you close, sweetie?" Anushka stared down at that purple dome as it slipped between her cleavage.

"Not ... yet ..." If Krishan warned her, she'd use the towel to finish him. Nayanthara didn't want that. So instead, he grunted and let loose. Cum rocketed out of his dick, splashing up into Anushka's face and hair. It also flew through the air and landed on the wood floor all around them.

On the computer monitor, Nayanthara silently bounced up and down on her chair, clapping her hands wildly and laughing with great joy.

"Eeeewwwwwwww." Anushka closed her eyes, let go of her boobs, and turned away from the spewing thing. "Oh, my gosh, Krish. It's in my face." She could still feel cum landing on her side as she wiped the hot, salty mess off her lips and out of her eyes. "You can't just do that, Krish. You have to let me know." Anushka blindly reached for the towel by her knee, found it, and brought it up to her face. After a few seconds, she felt no more sperm landing on her, so at least he was done.



"Sorry ... Mom." Krishan didn't have a bible verse for this situation, but he did have a handy aphorism. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission. He chose not to share it with her. "It was just ..." he panted and looked at the mess he'd made. There was cum all over his stomach, thighs, and his mostly naked mother. The floor around them was a mess. It really had been a volcanic eruption. "It was just so ... sudden." Krishan glanced at the monitor and the image of Nayanthara was gone, replaced by the model from before.

"It's okay, pumpkin." It dawned on Anushka that in trying to do God's will, she'd just bathed herself in what seemed like a gallon of teenage cum. That realization, was followed by another. She was incredibly wet. She'd been so focused on her son's pleasure, that she hadn't even noticed how much her body had responded to the acts they'd just committed. "I'm going to go take a shower and wash all this off." Anushka stood gingerly, rubbing the towel against her breasts to remove some of the congealing sperm there. "I want you to clean up this mess right away." She walked to the door.

"Of course." Krishan didn't move from the chair. He watched her panty-clad butt as she walked to the door, opened it, and disappeared down the hall. "Sorry." He called after her. And he was sorry. Or at least a part of him was. But another part of him reveled in what had just happened and how Nayanthara would reward him the next time she paid him a visit.



When Anushka got in the shower, much to her surprise, she found her hand moving to her vagina. She took a long, hot shower and orgasmed several times as she masturbated, thinking about how she had just satisfied her son. They were some of the best orgasms she'd had in years. Maybe, just maybe, she'd offer to help Krishan out another time. Only if he still needed her help.



To be continue...