Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

That night, Anushka secluded herself in the study. She shopped for new bras online, but didn't really know what size she needed. Drunk and exhausted, she was really just waiting for her husband to go to sleep before she went to bed.

Much later, in the darkness of her bedroom, she removed her clothes down to her panties and slipped under the sheets next to the snoring Ganesh. What would she tell him when he finally noticed her more womanly body? Would he even notice?

Anushka lay in her bed a long time, her mind returning again and again to that deep penetration by Krishan's oversized thing. She knew that after those events, she'd never be the same. But she hoped that if they could exorcise the house, she and Krishan might return to some semblance of normal. Without thinking about it, her hands moved down under her panties. She quietly stroked herself to orgasm while her husband snored next to her. She was terrified of getting caught by him, but she couldn't stop. After about ten minutes, she shuddered through ecstasy and worked to catch her breath.



The masturbation had a calming effect. A little while later, sleep took her and she dreamed of giving herself to dark creatures. It was a fitful night of tossing and turning.

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The hallway was a scary place at night. Of course, Krishan was old enough that the dark shouldn't frighten him. And that was true until Vinay changed it. Now the great mansion was a looming threat with all its lights extinguished for the day. Unfortunately, Krishan had to pee and the only way to get to the bathroom was to cross that gloomy hall.

Krishan flipped off the blanket and limped across his room. Moonlight bathed the floorboards in a pale glow. He adjusted his micro-boxers, the only thing he wore, and shivered. He looked both ways, but the long hall offered nothing but still shadows. He wanted to dart into the bathroom, but his gimpy ankle wouldn't let him. He slowly moved across the hall, flipped on the bathroom light, and relieved himself. When he was done, he turned toward the bathroom doorway and froze. He still held his torpid dick in his hands.

"No smile for me, Krishan?" Nayanthara stood in the hall, looking in at him. She wore a long, white nightgown and cradled her  belly with her left hand. Nayanthara looked down at the soft penis. "Your leviathan sleeps, I see. I can understand that it would be tired. Such a busy day."



"I'm sorry." Krishan tucked his dick back in his underwear. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands at the sink. "You startled me. I thought you might be ... him."

Nayanthara arched an eyebrow and looked to her left and right conspiratorially. "He does indeed search, even now. But his anger blinds him, dearie. He is ... attenuated at present. Never fear." She held her arms open in front of her. "Now, let me embrace my little conqueror. We have much to celebrate."

Without thinking, Krishan finally gave her that smile and limped into her arms. Despite the cool temperature of her skin, he felt so perfectly at home pressed up against the swelling mountains of her breasts and belly. He squeezed her tight and looked up into her mirthful, green eyes. "I did it, Nayanthara. I don't know if I should have, but I did it."



"You certainly did." Nayanthara kissed him on the forehead and took his hand in hers. She led him back into his bedroom and closed the door behind them. "Never feel shame for what you do with your mother, Krish. It is the most natural thing and will bring you both an ocean of happiness." She brought him to his bed, moving slowly so as not to push his sprained ankle too much. They sat down on the edge of the mattress. She gazed at a picture on the wall with lots of curving lines and circles. "What does that illustration chart?"

"That poster?" Krishan glanced at the wall. "That shows every mission beyond Earth's orbit. You see that's Earth there. That's Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, and so on."

"Missions? You've lost me, I'm afraid." A slight frown crept across her freckled face. There was so much to this new world that was beyond her.

"Well ... um ... maybe I could explain it later?" Krishan regarded the gentle curve of her feminine jawline and her dainty, alluring neck. "We were talking about my mom?"

"Yes, of course." The sadness disappeared and Nayanthara's white teeth reappeared, framed in a bright smile. "You found a task worthy of that mighty bludgeon." She looked down at his underwear and could see his penis hardening. "And it's not as weary as I thought. All to the good."

"So, you're happy?" Krishan pushed his blond hair back on his head and gave her a look full of eagerness. "Can we ...?"

Nayanthara let out her jaunty, melodic laugh. "Young men have a mind for only one thing. But first, some discourse. While I am pleased that you maneuvered Anushka into bed, I have some disquiet over your manner once she opened her flower to you."



"What do you mean?" Krishan's fingers twisted the blanket in his hand. Had he done something wrong? Well, of course he'd done something wrong. He'd had sex with his mother.

"Attend, Krishan." Nayanthara reached up and caressed his soft cheek with her fingertips. "You are no longer the meek thing you were. If you mate with acquiescence, you'll lose your women to the stallion in the neighboring pasture. Understand? You don't want to play the part of the gelding, like your father."