Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Almost." Krishan watched Nayanthara as she sank to her knees behind his mother, cradling her swollen belly.

"Oh." Anushka gave a start and stopped stroking Krishan with her breasts. "Something cold on my back. Ohhhh." Anushka shivered and felt her shorts and panties drop to the floor. "How?" Anushka tried to turn around, but Krishan's grip on her shoulders tightened and he held her facing him.

"It's Nayanthara," Krishan whispered.

"Oh, no. She was supposed to be ... ooooohhhhhhh." In one motion, those freezing hands spread Anushka's legs and pulled her butt up so she was bent further at the waist. Then a shock of pleasure spread through her as something amazing happened to her vagina. "What is she dooooinnnnnggggg?" But Anushka knew. She could feel those hands of ice, one on each butt cheek. And she knew the frigid thing squirming along her vaginal lips was another woman's tongue. For the second time in her life, and the second time in two days, someone was giving her oral sex.

"Wow, Mom, she's eating you out." Krishan could just see Nayanthara's hat and her perfect hair bob behind his mother's ass.

"Language ... Krishan ... uh ... uh ... don't ..." Anushka's mind trailed off. Her hands dropped her boobs and grabbed her son's penis. Her mouth descended and she took the head into her mouth. As pleasure surged through her from that icy tongue, she bounced her head with short strokes.



After a few minutes, Nayanthara backed off Anushka's nethers and stood. "She's ready, now. Hop down from there."

"Okay." Krishan pulled his dick out of his mom's mouth and slid off the washing machine. He stood next to his panting mother as she put her hands on the edge of the machine and tried to focus her mind.

"You have the tool of an animal, Krish." Nayanthara spread Anushka's legs a little more and lowered her hips so that Krishan could line up from behind. "Take her like an animal." Nayanthara smacked Anushka's backside and enjoyed the sound that reverberated around the Spartan room.

"Just the tip?" Krishan got behind his mother and looked down at her wide hips and gorgeous pale ass.

"Enough with that nonsense, lad." Nayanthara then slapped Krishan's little ass. The sound was not the same. "Take her like you mean it."

"Here I go, Mom." Krishan lined up his dick with her pink pussy lips. Clear precum mixed with Anushka's own secretions.

"I don't think we ... uuuuugggghhhhhh." Anushka's muscles spasmed as inch after inch slid into her. She gripped the edge of the washing machine as tightly as she could. Her son's monster was a key and she was the accepting lock. They were made to be like this. "Be ... gentle."



"Do not be gentle." Nayanthara leaned against the dryer and watched the couple. Such pure beauty to see this God-fearing mother falling and falling.

"Okay." Krishan grabbed Anushka's hips and held tightly. Once he was all the way in, he pulled most of the way out and slammed back in. He watched the ripples spread on Anushka's ass and listened to her grunt. He slammed her again and again. At first there was no rhythm, but then he fell into a predictable meter with each violent thrust. Krishan willed his orgasm away, he wanted to plow his mom like this forever. He could see the sides of her breasts swinging below her and the little muscles on her back tensing and relaxing with each thrust she absorbed.

"I'm ... I'm ... You're going to make me ... oooooooohhhhhhhh." Anushka didn't have much of a singing voice, but she sounded practically operatic as she orgasmed, head flailing side to side.

"Her hair, dearie. Take her hair." Nayanthara clapped and cheered them on.



"You ... feel ... so ... good ... Mom." Krishan let go of her hip with his right hand and took a pile of Anushka's brown hair in his fist. He pulled her back so that she looked up at the ceiling and arched her back.

"Oh ... oh ... nobody ... nobody ... has ..." Anushka was losing her mind. Krishan had complete control over her. She came again and again as he took her like he owned her. In the back of her mind, she knew this wasn't the sweet boy she raised. That the house, that Nayanthara, had influenced him and seduced him. But at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to care about anything but allowing him to use her as he needed.

"I'm getting ... close." Krishan's grip tightened on her hair. He looked down to see how grotesquely stretched her pussy was around his dick.

"Not ... inside." Anushka trembled through another orgasm. She could feel her vagina gushing. Oh no, she was squirting again. The second time in her life. Before she could feel any shame, the orgasm carried her mind away.



"Wow." Krishan looked down as the concrete floor, his legs, and his dick were suddenly covered in liquid. Even with the extra lubrication, she was still so tight. He looked over at Nayanthara with a question written on his face.

"It's just the downstairs flood. It means she likes it. Now, listen to your mother, Krish." Nayanthara nodded firmly. "Not inside."

"Yes." Of course. How could Krishan ever consider cumming in his own mother? Things were changing so fast.

Nayanthara leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Wait for permission on that one. One day she'll beg for it. We don't want any regression, do we?"

Krishan couldn't believe Anushka would ever beg for his cum. But then again, he had her bent over the washing machine, so anything was possible. He pulled out of his mother and Nayanthara grabbed his dick with her cold hands. Krishan looked down at her pale fingers, at the ring with those binary diamonds, as Nayanthara jacked him to completion. "It's ... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." Krishan let go of his mom's hair and screamed as he unloaded on Anushka's butt and back. Thick ropes of cum covered her.



"Krish, Krish, Krish," Anushka murmured. She hung her head and felt the hot splashes all the way up onto her shoulder blades. There was so much of it. When he was done, Anushka straightened and turned around. The apparition was gone. She hugged her son, cradling his head to the upper part of her left breast. His still hard penis slipped snuggly between her thighs.

"That was ... incredible." Krishan saw spots dancing before his eyes.

"It really was." Anushka squeezed his thin frame tightly. "I lived my whole life never knowing it could be like this. I brought you into the world. And you brought me this." She pressed her thighs together around his penis. "What are we going to do?"

"Round two?" Krishan looked up hopefully into her soft, brown eyes.

"Not a chance." Anushka pushed him away. She could feel his semen dripping down her back. "Your father and sister are home." Her eyes regained some of their focus. "I mean, goodness. They're home right now while we're like this. And I almost forgot, Karun and Hansika are coming for dinner tonight." She looked around the floor for her clothes and noticed the wet spot she'd made on the concrete by the washing machine.



"Karun?" Krishan frowned. He hadn't realized his brother was coming. That chased some of the high out of his brain. He hated his brother, but he loved his mom. He could see the worry in her eyes. "What do you need from me?"

"Help me clean and get dressed." Anushka walked over to the hamper and bent to look in. "I'll get something to wipe us off first. We'll both need a shower. Afterward, you can help me with dinner. Okay?"

"Sure, Mom." Krishan gazed at her round butt as she bent over the hamper. The way her boobs hung down in front of her was so inviting. But he was a good son. He wouldn't take her again however tempting it was. He'd help her clean and prepare. "Whatever you need."




To be continue.......