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[Krishan202]

"Krish, are we ...?" Anushka came down from her orgasm to find herself pinned by Krishan's monster. He was going to mate her again, and there was nothing she could do about it. The penis sunk into her, and she found that there was nothing she wanted to do about it. He filled her up so perfectly. As his balls came to rest on her butt, she felt the tip of his thing nudging at her very soul. "If we keep doing ... it ... we'll never be able ... to stop." Anushka grunted and felt that magical tool slide in and out of her. "How does this keep ... happening?"



"I don't know, Mom." Krishan looked down into her soft, brown eyes with pure adoration as he pumped her pussy. "But I love you." He knew in that moment that whatever Nayanthara gave him, or any other women that came into his life in the years ahead, nothing could replicate the pure rapture of bonding with his mother.

"I love you ... so much ... Krish. I would do ... anything ... mmmmppphhhh." Her words were lost as his handsome face descended and he kissed her again. Their bellies slapped together, his trim and flat, hers more supple and curved. Ganesh had never kissed her with such passion or longing. Oh, no, poor Ganesh. The thought of her husband was almost enough to break the spell. But then Krishan rolled his tongue around hers and shoved her organs around with his tool, and she lost herself in rapture again.

Krishan broke their kiss and lifted himself up so he could look down on Anushka again. He placed his hands behind her knees and held her legs open. He could see Anushka's belly bulging with each stroke. It was mesmerizing. "Look, Mom. Look what I'm doing to you."

"What?" Anushka looked up at him and saw where he was looking. She lifted her head and looked past her wobbling breasts down to her tummy. "Oh, gosh ... Oh, gosh. How can that ... be?" She could see his thing protruding underneath her flesh as he bottomed out each time. The sight of her deforming belly sent her over the edge. She lost herself in another orgasm.

More than twenty minutes, and several orgasms later, Anushka sensed that Krishan was close. "Not ... uh ... uh ... inside." Anushka opened her eyes and looked up as Krishan still held her legs, sweat dripping off his nose and landing on her chest. She scarcely recognized his cute, sweet face as it twisted with purpose and desire. "Not ... inside ... please."



"Okay." Krishan pulled out of her and fapped his dick for all he was worth. He looked down at Anushka, her hair damp with sweat, her mouth hanging open with something akin to reverence, her breasts heaving with each breath. "You're ... so ... perfect ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Cum blasted out of him and sailed through the air. It splashed down on her boobs, stomach, face, and hair.

Anushka closed her eyes and accepted his seed all over her. There was so much of it. She felt spurt after spurt land and she listened as Krishan's groans died down. Eventually, he finished and she wiped the sperm out of her eyes. "You are some sort of miracle, Krishan." She opened her eyes and was happy to see the look of complete satisfaction on his face.

"I'm so lucky, to have you." Krishan slumped forward. He didn't care if she was covered in his cum. He wanted to lay his head on her breast, have her arms surround him, and drift off to sleep.

"No you don't, mister." Anushka held up a hand and caught his chest, stopping him from lying down. "If we fall asleep in here ..." She looked down at herself. "... covered in your stuff ..." She sat up and moved to the side of the bed. "... someone is going to catch us." She stood and held her hand out to him. "We're lucky this is such a large house and the family members are heavy sleepers. It's shower time, pumpkin. Let's get cleaned off."



"Sure, Mom." Krishan took her hand and let her lead him across the hall into the bathroom.

Of course, Anushka shouldn't have been surprised by what happened next. Once the shower was going, and they were rubbing each other's bodies with soap, things got out of hand. Anushka found herself on her knees lovingly sucking Krishan's thing. The young man could just keep going and going. After a while, he unloaded in her mouth. She devoured all his salty seed.

They finished cleaning and each went back to their own bed. Anushka curled up on her side next to her warm husband, her vagina stretched and her belly full of semen. How had it come to this? How was she going to rein them in? She drifted off to sleep thinking about her crazy day. Her son had taken her twice and she had loved every second of it.



~~

Ganesh sat on a horse, the saddle creaking under him as he adjusted his weight. He'd never ridden a horse before, so it was odd to sit on one. Before him a wide dirt road wended off through the prairie. His horse shuffled its feet with anxiety as it waited.

Behind him, the sound of hooves appeared and gradually grew louder. Ganesh turned his head to see a man in a top hat riding a midnight black horse up the long road. The man pulled the reins and stopped next to Ganesh. The horse and the man were quite large. So much so that Ganesh had to look up to see the man's pallid face. Ganesh's gaze hung on the dark drooping mustache and then moved up to his eyes. Ganesh had never seen eyes so devoid of light.

"You're a fool." The man's voice was slow and gruff. He brushed at the lapel of his long, velvet jacket.

"Why?" Ganesh wanted to ride away from the man, but he didn't know how to make his horse move.

"You countenance the buck's face." He leaned forward and offered a grim smile.

"What?" Ganesh gulped and felt his throat constrict.

"Horns." The man shook his head and his smile drooped along with his mustache. "They saddle you with horns. They do it right under your nose."

"Who?" Ganesh wasn't usually a monosyllabic kind of person, but this man brought it out in him.

"Who am I?" The man reached up and briefly tipped his top hat at Ganesh. "Mr. Vinay  at your service." His smile did not return. "Heed me. Or become the gelding." Vinay's eyes absorbed more and more light as darkness fell around them.

Soon, shadows spread across the prairie. Ganesh kicked his horse but it wouldn't budge. Vinay leaned toward him with malevolence written all over his stony face. Ganesh screamed and the dark moved upon him. There was nothing but black.
"No." Ganesh sat up in bed with real fear in his heart. Cool morning sunlight fell in through his bedroom window. He put out his hand and felt his wife's reassuring warmth next to him. Just a dream. Well, not a dream really. More of a nightmare. Maybe there was something to Anushka's fears about this house. Ganesh decided to be more supportive of his wife.

~~

When Hansika woke, she expected to find herself on the cold hallway floor. But instead, she was snug in the guest bed next to Karun. She peeked out from under the covers and could see their bedroom door firmly shut.

What a strange dream. Like in all dreams, things that made sense in the dead of night now seemed absurd. Anushka kissing her own son? That was crazy. And a naked lady roaming the halls talking about deals? That was bonkers. Hansika sighed and stretched.



There was one thing she couldn't quite figure out. Given that she'd dreamed about upsetting, perverted, and morally reprehensible things, why was her pussy so wet? As she fell back asleep, she pondered that fact. No answers came to her.

~~

Sunday afternoon rolled around and the family loitered in the main living room.

"The pastor said the temple doesn't acknowledge ghosts or demons." Ganesh sat on the couch and watched his wife. She was still wearing saree with a cardigan over it. Ganesh eyed the little peep hole that her bust . Her breasts looked ... bigger. "According to him, they don't exist."