Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"It's good, Mom. But, could I rub your butt again?" Krishan's hands gripped the white porcelain of the toilet and he pressed his butt into the lid. This was almost too much. He watched her stand, turn her back to him, and lift up her dress to her waist. This was the first time Krishan had seen her ass without panties on. It was perfectly heart-shaped and almost as white as the porcelain he sat on.





"We'll have to be careful not to hurt your ankle." Anushka backed up and sat on his lap. Her son's monster stood up straight and pressed between her cheeks as it rose up to the small of her back. "I'll be gentle." She rocked up against him and felt the weight of his thing push back against her. He was incredibly large. "Since I don't have panties on, we have to be careful. Make sure it doesn't get close to my you-know-what."


"Okay, Mom." Krishan moved his hands from the toilet to her hips. His ankle hurt, but the pain felt so very far away. He watched her ass ripple and shake as she rocked and bounced back against him, rubbing her butt against the length of his dick. He stole a glance at the mirror and Nayanthara was still there making a circle with the fingers of her right hand and running it through with her left index finger. She wanted him to have sex with his mother and Krishan was far enough gone to want it too. He was pretty sure Anushka wouldn't let him, however.





A quiet knock sounded on the door and mother and son froze mid rub in the bathroom.


"How's it going in there? Is Krish, alright?" Ganesh sounded worried.


"Yes, honey." Anushka tried to keep the flutter out of her voice. "Don't come in, I know how you feel about blood. We're ... um ... cleaning him up."


"You've been in there a long time, Anu." Ganesh leaned against the door, but didn't try the handle. It was true, he couldn't stand the sight of blood.


"It was a nasty scbang, and Krish also turned his ankle." Anushka pushed back against Krishan's swollen penis ever so slightly as she talked to her husband. Goodness, gracious he had a brute of a thing. A surge of guilt swept through her, but then she reminded herself that what they were doing wasn't really cheating. Krishan stayed perfectly silent behind her.


"Okay, then." Ganesh nodded to himself. Anushka would take care of Krish. That was the great thing about marriage, the other spouse could always fill in when life played to one of your weaknesses. She had always been the one to patch up bleeding children. "I'm going to take Shriya down to the security officer station to file a report. It shouldn't take more than a couple hours. Then we can work on the west tower. Sound good?"


"Yes" Anushka rocked her hips again. Even with her poor husband on the other side of the door. What was she doing? "I'll be ready to help you when you get back."


"Great, bye." Ganesh walked down the hall.


"Bye." Anushka moved faster on her son's lap, almost forgetting about taking it easy on his ankle.


"Embrace it,Anushka." Nayanthara spoke from the mirror, a look of pure delight on her face. "Tend to your scion. Feed the family tree."





"What?" Anushka turned her head toward the mirror. "Do you see the lady in the mirror, Krish?"


"Yeah, Mom." Krishan dug his fingers into the flesh around his mother's hips, preventing the dress from falling back over her butt. "That's Nayanthara."


"We do need an exorcist." Anushka should have been terrified, but her fear floated so very far away from her. She pressed her hands into her knees and kept rubbing Krishan with her bare butt.


"No, Mom. She's helping us."


"Really?" Anushka watched the freckled woman in the mirror. Nayanthara did look like a friendly, innocent person. Maybe she was helping. "What do you want, spirit?"


"Complete the bond, Anushka." Nayanthara's smile was earnest and true. "Take Krishan whence he came."


"You can't mean ..." Sweat beaded on Anushka's forehead.


"Just the tip, Mom." Krishan squeezed Anushka's hips and lifted her about fourteen inches off his lap. He held her there, above him. He could see her pussy clearly with her legs spread and her feet planted on either side of Krishan's feet. Her lips protruded wonderfully and glistened. Krishan knew he was about to go home. "Just this one time."





"Okay, Krish." Anushka reached under her and grabbed the purple head. "Just the tip and just for a moment." She lined him up with her opening and lowered herself down on his penis. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. It's too ... big." The head lodged itself inside her vagina and spread her out. "It'll never ... fit ... ooooohhhhhhh."


"So ... tight ... Mom." Krishan had the perfect view as the pink interior of his mom's pussy gripped him like a vice. He hated to admit it, but Anushka was right. He would never fit in such a tight pussy.


"The bond, the pact, the contract made." Nayanthara watched from the mirror with mercurial, green eyes. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, sweet Anushka. Then you can have it all. You can feel it all. You can fit it all."





"Aaaaaahhhhh. Okay, okay. I ... approve ... let me ... have this." There was no pretense in Anushka's mind about helping Krishan with his ankle, or any other excuse. She had been swept up in the moment and wanted him desperately. "I'll pay ... any price ..."