Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Sure, Mom." Krishan stepped behind her and brushed his fingertips down the alabaster curve of her ass. She gave one quick shiver and he thrilled to see her shake. He lowered her panties down her thighs and rested his dick along her butt crack. "You have the best ass, Mom."

"Language, young man. It's a butt ... or a backside ... or ... oooohhhhhhh ... that feels good." She pushed back at him as his dick slid along her butt and the tip pushed repeatedly into the small of her back.

Nayanthara stood in the doorway and watched mother and son. There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses. That was a good one. But Krishan's quote about patience was most apt for Nayanthara's calling. The apparition had plowed a steady course over the centuries and would continue onward, ensnaring all those in her orbit sooner or later. Nayanthara smiled and stepped into the room, her bustled dress rustling ever so slightly.



"You can spray it on me, Krish." Anushka wiggled her butt as her son slid his long rod back and forth. "Just don't get your stuff on the plans."

"I ... won't." The war in Krishan's brain between obedience and desire was over. He spun her hips and turned her around to face him, her boobs shook in her bra at the sudden movement.

"What are you doing?" Anushka stood just before him with a confused look on her face. She saw Nayanthara standing behind Krishan and her eyes widened further. "She's behind you."

"Who?" Krishan froze and looked over his shoulder. He relaxed when he saw who it was. "Nayan is friendly, remember."

"She is not." Anushka turned sideways and bent down to retrieve one of the sachets from her purse. "Go away devil. I command you to ... oh ... Krish? ... uh ... uh ... uh ..." While she bent over, panties now around her ankles, her son slid his monster into her wet vagina. It was odd how such a large thing could so easily slip inside her. She felt his fingers press into the flesh around her hips and just like that he was banging away at her backside. Her vagina stretched to accommodate him. "You ... did ... thiisssss ..." Anushka hissed at Nayanthara.

"Me?" Nayanthara arched her eyebrow in surprise. "I wouldn't deny myself the joy of watching you do this." Nayanthara smiled her sweet, innocent smile and folded her arms over her belly. "Sure, I may have helped things along with wayward Hansika a little. But you?" She slowly shook her head as Krishan increased the power of his thrusts. "For you, I only lit the path."



"Oh my gosh, it's ... happening ... ooooohhhhhhhhh." Anushka shuddered out an orgasm as Krishan's monster plundered her depths. Only minutes ago, she was so sure she'd never have sex with her son again. And now, as she recovered from her orgasm, she was actively humping back at him. Ganesh could not compete with his son. Heck, the mundanity of life couldn't compete with the thrill and passion she felt speared on that oversized penis. Was it true? Had Anushka done this to herself? She doubted it. But either way, she couldn't bring herself to care. The sachet dropped from Anushka's hand to the floor.

"Can I ...?" Krishan gritted his teeth. He was so close. "Can I do it inside?"

"I ... don't ... know ..." Another orgasm built inside Anushka. She turned her head and looked at Nayanthara who returned her gaze with an expectant smile. Anushka closed her eyes. "Yes ... Krish ... fill me all the way ... up." In a brief flash, she had an image of herself the day they moved into the Mansion. The woman she was then would never have cheated on her husband. She'd certainly never let her son consummate her adultery. She would have been disgusted at the thought of someone watching her have sex, least of all some sort of devilish apparition. She'd never dreamed of a penis the size of the one currently inside her. And, on top of all that, the woman she had been would not have played pregnancy roulette. That woman had fallen far, far down a well of lust and desire. "Fill ... me ... with your stuff."

"Thank you ... Mom." Krishan watched the rippling shockwaves move their way over her ass again and again as he smashed into her. He closed his eyes. "I'm ... cummminnnnggggg." His hips jerked on their own as his dick spouted inside his mom. He could hear Anushka shrieking as she came with him. Her high, sweet voice distorted and throaty.



A minute later, without letting him slip out of her, Anushka straightened, reached back, and caressed his narrow hips. She let out a sigh as Krishan's hands slid up her sides and cupped her boobs. Her butt fit so snugly against him, his penis wedged perfectly inside her. "I can't believe you did that, sweetie."

"Me neither." Krishan's grip on Anushka's heavy tits tightened. He bounced his hips gently against her wide butt.

"Oh my goodness, Krish," Anushka cooed. "Again? You already finished in me." But she didn't resist his movements.

"No one's home, Mom." Krishan pulled himself out of her, lowered his head a little, and held her ass cheeks apart so he could see the cum dripping from her pussy. His white stuff leaked from her splayed lips and ran down the inside of her legs. "Let's do it again."

"Okay." Anushka couldn't think up a better response. She blushed as Krishan inspected her vagina, and then let him manhandle her. Turning her around to face him again, he pushed her right leg a little to the side. She grunted when his penis slipped back into her, making a crude sound as it displaced copious amounts of sperm.

Facing each other now, the mating couple kissed. Both wrapping their arms around the other.

Anushka broke the kiss. "I've never done it standing like this." She marveled at her son's stamina and energy as he thrust his hips against hers.

Nayanthara clapped and giggled off to the side. "You are now open to all sorts of new delights, Anuska. Just you wait ..." Nayanthara burst into a fit of cheerful, sing-song laughter. "... just you wait."



An hour passed and Anushka found herself riding her son like a cowgirl on the floor. "I ... I feel like a teenager ... myself." Her bra long since discarded, she held onto her boobs and pressed them against her chest as she bounced on that long pole.

"Suck on your ... uh ... uh ... nipple." Krishan gripped her hips and helped guide the rhythm of her motion.

"I've ... never ..." Anushka added something to her list of firsts. She cupped her left breast and brought it up to her mouth. She sucked in her large pink nipple and rolled her tongue around it. The feeling was incredibly naughty and sublime.

The sight of his mom pleasuring her own boob sent Krishan over the edge. With a series of urgent grunts, he dropped another load inside Anushka.



The nipple popped out of her mouth when she felt the hot jets of cum coating her insides. "Ohhhhh, Krishhhhhhhhh." She leaned backward and let another orgasm sweep over her. Her arms flailed out to the sides with her fingers making awkward, mindless gestures. "I feel it ... I feel it ..." Anushka's whole body convulsed and her vagina rhythmically spasmed around Krishan's penis.