Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Why are you holding your panties, Mom?" Krishan looked at Anushka's left hand where her underwear was balled in her fist.


"Oh, ah ... that's not important." Anushka set the panties down on the floor by the door and silently cursed the dearth of pockets in women's fashion. "More importantly, who chased you, Krish?" Anushka bent at the waist, pulled her son's pants down to his shins, and got a good look at the abrasion on his knee. "That's a nasty scbang, let me get the peroxide." Anushka straightened and opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror.





"I don't want to talk about that man." Krishan's gaze traveled up his mom's curvy body, hidden as it was, under her dress. Conflicting emotions surged through him. With the medicine cabinet open and Anushka rummaging through it, only Krishan could see the bathroom mirror now. In the mirror, Nayanthara stood inside, smiling down at Krishan as if the mirror was a window with her freckled forehead pressed upon the glass.


"I can understand you were very frightened." Anushka put the peroxide bottle on the sink and rummaged some more. "But you'll have to tell me and your father so we can figure out what happened. We might have to call the security officer."


Nayanthara made a motion with her hand like she was holding something large in front of her mouth. She moved her hand backward and forward and bulged her check out with her tongue again and again. It was clear she wanted Krishan to talk his mom into a blowjob.





"No." Krishan shook his head.


"What's that, pumpkin?" Anushka searched through the bandages, looking for the ones for knees and elbows.


"Nothing, Mom." Krishan continued to shake his head at Nayanthara. Even if he wanted another blowjob from his mom, it was the wrong time. Not with his father and sister just down the hall. Not with his ankle throbbing. "I just think we shouldn't bother the security officer about it." Krishan thought about his mom's mouth wrapped around his dick. Maybe he did want more attention from Anushka. But it would have to wait. Later, he mouthed at Nayanthara.


Now, Nayanthara mouthed back. Or, she shook her head and her face darkened.


"Well, you and your sister can tell us all about the man once we get you cleaned up." Anushka pulled out the correct bandages and closed the medicine cabinet. The mirror went from a window to the spirit world to a plain reflective surface again. "There now, let's get you patched up." Anushka got to her knees in front of Krishan. He still sat where she'd left him on the toilet seat. She reached out and removed his left shoe. When she wiggled his right one, her son whimpered. "Sorry, sweetie. It has to come off. We'll get some ice on that ankle. I'm sure it's just a sprain." She worried that it might be something worse. She thought about x-rays, multiple trips to specialists, and medication. They really couldn't afford all that.
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt that bad."


"Here goes." Anushka pulled the shoe gently off her eighteen-year-old son and set it beside her. "That's a brave boy." She then gingerly pulled off his pants and socks and placed them on top of the shoes. "Now let's have a look at that knee, mister." Anushka turned the open peroxide bottle over on a cotton ball, placed the bottle back on the sink, and leaned forward. "This will sting a bit."


"Ouch." It didn't feel great but looking down his mother's dress at her cleavage took some of the sting out of it.


"There, now." Anushka finished cleaning the wound, opened the bandage, and placed it snuggly over the abrasion. "One down, one to ..." Anushka lost her train of thought as she looked up to discover that Krishan was hard. How could he have an erection at a time like this? Teenagers were curious animals. "Um, what's going on with that?" She pointed at the boxers that couldn't contain all his thirteen inches. She could see the outline of the upper part of his glorious penis under the bottom of his shirt.





"Sorry, Mom. When you were fixing my knee, I could kinda see your cleavage." Krishan couldn't make eye contact. He looked off toward the mirror and saw Nayanthara looking out from the inside again. The apparition smiled and nodded at Krishan.


"You ... uh ... like my body that much?" Anushka frowned.


"It's really nice." Krishan nodded and stole a quick glance at Anushka, his eyes meeting her eyes ones. He looked away again.


"Well, I guess that's a nice compliment." Anushka blushed. Her poor son looked so nervous. She wanted to put him at ease. "I suppose with the internet you've seen more boobs than all your ancestors combined. So, if you still like mine ..." Anushka shrugged and smiled. Her brain went fuzzy for a second and then she had complete clarity. Anushka knew what she had to do. "I don't think we can deal with your ankle until we deal with that. I know how much you need relief sometimes." Anushka pointed to his penis again. "What do you think?"


"You want to touch it?" Krishan could hear his pulse in his ears.


"I don't know about want, pumpkin." Anushka reached up to Krishan's waist and hooked his micro-boxers with trembling fingers. "But I need to do something. We can't have you swelling in two places. It's my responsibility to take care of you." She pulled down the boxers and gently removed them. Anushka's breath caught in her throat as the purple-headed monster swung out in the open. In all respects but one, Krishan was a meek, delicate flower. But that one aberration was a beast. "Now I'm just going to use my hands and a towel. That's not cheating."


"No, it's not cheating," Krishan echoed. His eyes lingered on the mirror where Nayanthara silently clapped her hands in anticipation. He then looked down at his gorgeous mother as her fingers wrapped around his thickness. In that moment, Krishan didn't care what Leviticus or his conscience told him. He wanted his mother. He wanted to possess her completely.





"My Gosh, Krish. Your thing is so manly." Anushka bit her bottom lip as her hands stroked up and down. "It's even bigger than ..." She was going to say her new dildo, but she didn't want Krishan knowing about that.


"Dad?" Krishan let the pleasure move through him. He wanted to bask in that feeling forever. "Were you going to say that I'm bigger than Dad?"


"No." Anushka looked up at her son with his messy blond hair and that little half-smile on his face. "Well, yes, actually," she lied. "But let's not talk about your father." Her gaze fell down to that huge pole in front of her. Her eyes distant as she gazed at the savage beauty of it.


"Okay." Krishan watched her work his dick in silence for several minutes. "You know, we already agreed that using your mouth to help me isn't cheating on Dad."


"Yeah." Anushka nodded. "How's your ankle doing?"


"My ankle?" Krishan had forgotten about the throbbing pain in his ankle. "My ankle would feel better if you used your mouth."


"Right." Anushka moved her left hand down to Krishan's left ball and cupped its weighty substance. She looked at the little purple veins that crisscrossed the rough flesh of his testicles. Anushka had never seen balls like Krishan's, but they looked right to her. This was how a man was supposed to be. "Not cheating," Anushka murmured. She lowered her mouth to the wide, purple head and gave it a quick lick. "You taste salty, Krishan." Anushka then opened wide and sucked on his penis. She bobbed her head with little short strokes, a new method for blowjobs that was fast becoming familiar to her.





"You're the best ... mom ... ever." Krishan's eyes trailed from his mom's bouncing hair up to Nayanthara watching from the mirror.


The beautiful redhead's breath seemed to fog up the inside of the mirror and she wiped it away with her pale hand so she could continue to watch this mother fall as so many others in this house had fallen before her.


Ten minutes passed as Anushka pumped Krishan's penis with her mouth. She pulled off him and looked up. "Is this helping?"