Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Krishan burst in the front door after school. His sister still trudged up the front walk behind him. "Mom?" He walked into the entry room and looked around. Something caught his eye to the left. Something white on the floor outside the locked door. He walked over to it and looked down. Drawn on the floor in white power was a crude bird with an arrow in its claw.

"What's that?" Shriya walked up next to her brother and looked down.

"That will rid us of our little ghost, problem. Supposedly." Ganesh descended the stairs and looked down at his kids. "There's a few of those symbols around the house. Don't disturb them or face the wrath of your mother."

"This is weird, Dad." Shriya looked over at her father.

"I agree. I'll have a little talk with the pastor about it on Sunday." Ganesh got to the bottom of the stairs. "Until then, don't mess with the salt pictures. They won't harm anything."

"Sure, Dad." Shriya said.

"Sure." Krishan kept his eyes on the symbol. Until he saw Nayanthara again, he'd worry. She had told him everything would be fine, but this sort of symbolism seemed ... well, Krishan wasn't sure, but it was certainly more than he'd expected.

Krishan let his sister wander off to do homework, and his dad went back to work on the house. He wandered around and found more symbols in the library, and in front of the fireplaces in his room and the main living room. He also found his mom jogging on the treadmill in the basement. He froze when he saw her wide hips and side-boob bouncing with each stride. Even in an oversized t-shirt and baggy shorts, she was a splendid sight.

"Hi, Mom."



"Oh, hello, pumpkin." Anushka looked over her shoulder at him and caught him staring at her butt. She didn't remember Karun checking her out that way when he was a teenager. Then again, she hadn't ever done naughty things with Karun. She blushed and turned her head forward again. "Did Dad tell you about the symbols?"

"Yeah, Mom."

"We should be free and clear of the Varma's now. Everything will go back to normal." Anushka frowned at that and hit the button to stop the treadmill. If things were going to go back to normal, why was her body still so darn curvy? She'd resisted buying new clothes in the day since she'd made that bargain, but at the very least she'd need some new bras soon. Her poor boobs ached and were spilling out of the sports bra under her shirt. Maybe she'd need some new pants, too. She couldn't even fit into any of her jeans now.

"I hope not." Krishan realized he still had his backpack on. He slipped out of it and dropped it by the stairs.

"What do you mean?" The treadmill came to a full stop and beeped. Anushka had to do a double take at her seven-minute-thirty-eight-second per mile average. She hadn't run like that since she was a girl in high school track. "The Samatars seemed very professional. I think we can put all this behind us." She grabbed her hand towel and wiped off her sweaty face.

"Nayanthara is helping us, Mom." Krishan closed the distance between them. He could smell her sweat from several feet away. It smelled like raw energy. He loved it. "And speaking of help, I need some assistance with my ..."

"Not a chance, Krish." Anushka kept her back to him, towel still up to her face. "I do feel a sense of clear headedness since the Samatars did their thing. I think what we did was very wrong. Maybe we should sit down and talk about -" Anushka sucked in her breath as she felt hands sliding down her hips. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking some advice, Mom." Krishan reached around Anushka and dug his fingers into the front of her pelvis. He pulled her back against the hard dick in his pants.

"My, gosh," Anushka whispered. "It's really hard, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Mom." Krishan moved his hips and rubbed against the back of her shorts. His hands wandered northward and cupped her breasts through her shirt and sports bra. This level of assertiveness didn't feel natural, but he didn't want to be the gelding like Nayanthara had said. "You can just use your boobs again. We don't need to have sex."

"I can't ..." Anushka shut her eyes. All her focus went to that goliath pressed up against her backside. "I can't think straight. I thought we could move on ... from this ... but ..." Her son's hands were so forceful as they kneaded her breasts. She could clearly feel how deeply he desired her. His own mother. Heaven help them. She turned around in his arms and she looked down at his gentle blue eyes. "Not here, sweetie. Anyone could walk down those stairs any minute."

"I love you, Mom." Krishan leaned up and gently nibbled at her soft, full lower lip. His tongue entered her mouth and soon they were making out.

"Mmmmmmmm." Anushka wanted to tell him how much she loved him, too. But she didn't want to break their kiss. Her hands moved around his shoulders as he groped and rubbed her back. They kissed for a good long while. Eventually, she pulled back. "Not in here, I said." She took his hand and led him toward the door to the utility half of the basement, where the washer and dryer and other mechanicals were. She noticed he still walked with a slight limp, but he seemed much better. He'd healed very fast, it seemed. She opened the door, turned on the light, and they walked into the unfinished room. She closed the door behind them.



"Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate the help." Krishan pulled down his underwear and pants and left them on the concrete floor. He walked over to the washing machine and pulled himself up so he was sitting on top. He took off his shirt and dropped it. His dick stood out proudly, the dark-purple head swaying side to side slightly with his elevated pulse. "Here?"

"Yes." Anushka wanted to make eye contact with her son, but her gaze was drawn to that monster between his legs. She pulled off her shirt and then she pulled off her sports bra. A chill ran through her as her sweaty boobs were exposed to the cool basement air. She walked to her son. "There's something magical about you, Krish. I never thought ..." She stopped in front of the washing machine and took hold of his penis. "I just never thought." Her hands stroked him up and down.

"You're so beautiful." Krishan's eyes moved from Anushka's full boobs, with their large, pink nipples and small areola, up to the mesmerized expression on her pretty face.



Soon, Anushka was bent at the waist, enveloping her son's thing with her breasts. She performed the act like she'd done with him before, a hand held to the outside of each boob, pressing them up and down. She spit down on that purple head for lubrication. She took a peek up at Krishan's face. Judging from his expression, she guessed that she'd become pretty good at this new sex act. "What a good boy," she breathed. She didn't have a towel with her to soak his seed up. Well, she supposed she'd have to swallow it all up. Nothing to be done about that. She stroked him like that for more than ten minutes.

"It's not ... uh ... uh ... coming out, Mom." Krishan's face was red and he grunted as he worked hard to hold back his orgasm. "Can I put it ... inside you again?"

"No sex, Krish." Anushka shook her head and watched the monstrous organ sliding between her breasts. "I am not going to cheat on your father again. Can you imagine what he'd do if he found out?"

"Yeah, he'd go crazy." Krishan didn't mention that he thought his dad would probably go crazy if he caught his wife giving their son a titjob, too. Krishan considered the lies everyone tells themselves. "Can I just put the tip in? Please?"

"I said no, mister." Anushka looked up into his sweet face. She could see sweat dripping down his forehead. "No whining. You should be happy I'm doing this for you."

"I am." Krishan put his hands on his mom's shoulders. He could feel her little muscles working as she worked her boobs up and down with her arms. "Sorry." He tried to focus on enjoying the titjob. It was, after all, miraculous in and of itself.



At that moment, Nayanthara descended the basement stairs on bare feet. Her bustled dress trailed behind her. She entered the basement and looked to her left.

One of those ghastly symbols glowed a pallid green at her from the floor by the fireplace. This one showed a crude frog holding a trident. Nayanthara stepped over to the thing and tried to annihilate the frog by spreading the salt with her foot. But she found she could not touch the thing. She crossed her arms and frowned. The frog symbol stared back up at her. Why did it glow in such a sickly way? Nayanthara turned away from the symbol and silently crossed the basement. She would eventually put the Samatars in their place. But first, she needed to help Krishan.

The door to the unfinished half of the basement silently opened and Nayanthara stepped through. She could hear the slick wetness of Anushka's breasts as she tried to bring her son to completion. Nayanthara caught Krishan's eye as she shut the door behind her, but Anushka was too busy staring at his steed to notice the entry of a third wheel. Nayanthara smiled at Krishan and held her finger up to her pink lips for silence. She then stalked across the floor until she was right behind Anushka.



"Are you close?" Anushka's arms were tiring.