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[Krishan202]

"No." She shook her head, her hair still firmly in his grasp. "No, impose ... upon me, Krishan."


"Take ... my ... cum ... Nayan ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." Krishan shot his load deep inside Nayanthara's frigid pussy. His hips fell out of rhythm but kept bucking.





Nayanthara gasped and took the heat deep in her. It felt so good to be filled to the brim with life. Eventually the boy behind her stilled and released her hair. "We still have work to do, but that was fine. Mighty fine." She moved forward and dislodged him. "You've filled my crinkum crankum, and that's always a good thing, dearie." She turned onto her side and looked up at him. "Now get dressed and get yourself back to your family."


"Um ... okay." Krishan nodded. He stood and went to fetch his clothes.


"You're a good boy, Krish." Nayanthara luxuriated in the post-coital feelings that swept through her. She watched the skinny boy shrug into his clothing. "Soon, you'll be a great boy." She smiled. "Now get you away to your dear mother and request the aid you so rightly deserve." Cum leaked out between her legs and pooled on the rug. She had so much to teach that young eighteen-year-old. And he seemed eager to learn.


"Now?" Krishan opened the door.


"Yes, now." Nayanthara smiled her warmest smile up at him as the fire crackled behind her. "Take the reins, Krish."


Krishan nodded, waved to Nayanthara, and walked out of the living room.


~~


A space battle raged on TV as Krishan returned to the basement.


"You smell funny." Shriya looked up at her brother as he awkwardly walked behind the couch and sat down on the other end by their mother. "Anyway, you missed a lot. The good guys are taking control of the mothership."


"Oh, yeah?" Krishan's hard dick pressed painfully into his soft belly as he sat down. He moved his butt around on the cushion and tried to get comfortable.


"You do smell strange, Krish." Anushka lifted her head off her husband's shoulder and looked at her son. He smelled like some sort of pungent tropical flower. "And why are you squirming like that?"


"Sorry, Mom." Krishan finally stuck his butt toward the end of the cushion and leaned back. Now his dick wasn't poking him anymore. "Just having a hard time getting comfortable."


Anushka looked down at Krishan's pants and saw the clear outline of his mammoth package. "Oh." Her eyes went wide. The poor boy had such a hard time with his thing these days. "I see."





"Quiet everyone." Ganesh didn't take his eyes off the TV screen. "We're about to see the aliens."


"Sorry, Dad." Krishan leaned over and whispered in his mother's ear, "I'm having trouble again and I need your help."


Anushka shook her head and squeezed Ganesh's hand tighter. Ganesh squeezed back, but his attention stayed on the movie.


"Please," Krishan whispered. "I tried in the bathroom, but it didn't work." He found that ever since moving into their new house, lies came much easier to him. "I'll be quick. We'll be back in time for the end of the movie."


"Krishan ," Anushka hissed and gave Krishan a steely glare. But her heart softened as she looked into her son's pained eyes. She disentangled her arm from Ganesh's arm, stood, and looked down at her lovely husband. "I have to help Krishan with something. We'll be right back."


"Can't it wait?" Ganesh looked up at her and frowned.


"Apparently, it cannot." Anushka walked off toward the stairs.


"You're missing the movie," Ganesh called after her.


"We'll be back in a jiffy, dear." Anushka climbed the stairs, her dress billowing behind her. "Come on, Krish."


"Right." Krishan blinked his eyes. He couldn't believe she'd agreed. He rose from the couch and walked around the back again so his stiff dick wouldn't be obvious to his father and sister.


"Don't be long." Ganesh said as his son followed his wife out of the basement.


"We won't," Krishan said over his shoulder. He climbed the stairs and entered the long main hall.


"I can't believe I agreed to this." Anushka waited for him, standing with her hands on her hips and tapping her bare foot on the floor. "Come on, let's get you taken care of." She grabbed Krishan's hand and pulled him into the bathroom. She then shut the door and locked it behind them. "Okay, pants off. We have to hurry."


"Thanks, Mom. I really needed this." Krishan pulled off his pants and boxers and his dick flopped out.


"Yes, I can see. It looks really ... um ... engorged." Anushka reached out and gently brushed her fingernails along the purple head. "What is that smell? It's musky and flowery ... like ..." Anushka scrunched up her nose and moved her hand away from his penis. "Did you already take care of yourself? You smell like sperm and I'm not going to be doing this if you can do it yourself."





"No. I promise." Krishan's mouth sprouted lies like they were trees in a growing forest. "It's just the precum. I get a lot of precum when it won't go down."


"Oh." She reached back for the long, heavy thing and grasped the shaft in her left hand. "Well, I suppose that's unusual and a bit unseemly, but I'm your mother and I've seen it all. And ... the thought is actually kind of ... um ..." Her hand moved back and forth. "... interesting."


"Can you do it with your mouth again? It's not cheating." Krishan watched as she lowered herself to her knees on the tile. He had a wonderful view of her pretty face as it went slack, absorbed, as she was, with watching the slightly pulsing dick.


"It better not be cheating ..." Anushka licked the head and tasted Krishan's salty flavor. "... or I'd be a very bad wife." She opened wide and took the head inside. That was all she could fit. She remembered her technique for taking care of Krishan and bobbed her head with little short strokes while pumping his shaft with both hands. Her hair danced as she worked to bring Krishan off.





"You're ... aaaahhhhh ... a great wife." Krishan looked down at her pretty lips as they contorted around his dickhead. "And the ... best mom in the world."


"Mmmmmmmmm," Anushka said.


Down in the basement, Ganesh let out a woop as the protagonist took control of the mothership. Shriya smiled at her father.


A little later in the bathroom, Anushka still worked Krishan, giving him short pumps with her mouth and long strokes with her hands. She pulled her mouth off his thing and looked up. "We ... really need to ... get back to the ... movie." She panted from the effort, but her hands kept working the shaft. "Are you close? Do you need my boobs again?"





"Yeah, Mom. That'd help this go way faster." Krishan watched Anushka shrug out of the top of her dress, and reach behind and unclasp her bra. He held his breath as her tits dropped out of confinement. They were so perfect, with her large pink nipples, and the blue web of veins that ran just under the skin. They made his mother look so vulnerable.