Fantasy Actress Roleplays

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MHP-2

 
Saturday afternoon rolled around and Krishan found the perfect moment to try and follow through with one of Nayanthara's requests. Ganesh had just left to do some work on the Ileana house. Shriya left a few minutes later to go on a date with her boyfriend, Tarun. So, it was only Anushka and Krishan in the house for several hours. Krishan found his mother moving briskly around the kitchen as she prepared dinner.
 
"Hey, Mom." Krishan leaned against the door. His heart thumped like it always did when he tried to initiate something with her. "Whatcha doing?"
 
"Making dinner, pumpkin." Anushka's dress swished around her knees as she moved from the fridge to a mixing bowl. "Why are you still here? You should be out on a date like your sister. It's Saturday night. I remember how important Saturday nights were when I was single."



 

"I'm going out with friends tonight. As far as girls go, I'm a little shy about my size." He watched his mom's sideboob shake under her dress as she mixed something in the bowl with a large wooden spoon. "Any girl would freak when she saw my ... penis." He almost said 'dick'. He didn't want to get scolded before things even started with her.
 
"It's a numbers game, Krish." Anushka bit her lower lip, thinking about her son showing his monstrous thing to some teenage girl. Something about him conquering the girls at his school sent a shiver down her spine. Who was she kidding? It wouldn't even fit in most women, certainly not eighteen-year-old girls. It barely fit in her. That thought made her blush. She coughed to clear her throat. "Numbers game. You have to meet lots of nice girls, one of them will think your thing is perfect."
 
"But, if I have to wait to have sex until I'm married, it might not fit at all in my wife." Krishan had heard over and over again that he should wait until marriage. And he had planned on that until they moved into Mansion.
 
"Well ..." Anushka still mixed the bowl even though she didn't need to anymore. "I think that ship has sailed, sweetie. You have my permission to see where that thing will fit." She felt so ashamed saying those words, but the idea of him shoving his penis into other tight vaginas drove her a little wild. She felt moisture in her panties. Then a thought occurred to her. "But you'll need condoms. Really ... big ... condoms." Anushka turned toward Krishan. "Oh, gosh. I wish you wouldn't pull your penis out in the open like that. Someone could see." Her eyes went wide and her lips parted. She stopped mixing and let go of the spoon.
 
"Sorry, Mom. Your body just looks really good." Krishan had his dick in his right hand, the waist of his pants and underwear were around his thighs. He stroked it slowly.
 

 
"Thank you for saying sorry, Krishan. And ... thank you for the compliment." Anushka's eyes fell to the floor. "Do you want me to take care of you before you go see your friends?"
 
Ten minutes later, Anushka stripped slowly in Krishan's room as her naked son watched from his desk chair. Butterflies flapped in her stomach. Every time with him was like her first time as a teenage girl, so many moments filled with delightful nervous expectation. She realized that the guilt and embarrassment she'd felt with Krishan had evaporated. She dropped her dress to the floor, now only in her bra and panties. She pulled the panties off with a little shake of her hips and tossed them aside.
 
"Do you have any sexy underwear, Mom?" Krishan stroked his dick with both hands and watched his mother undress. He loved the triangle of hair peeking out from between her legs.
 
"I do." Anushka sighed. "I bought some to use with your father. But they don't fit anymore." She reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. "I did find a chemise and corset in the library closet. I bet that still fits."
 

 
"What's a chemise and corset?" Krishan's eyes zeroed in on Anushka's boobs as they dropped out of her bra. They hung and jutted perfectly. The little blue veins under her skin made them seem so vulnerable.
 
"It's like lingerie, Krish." She stood with her arms by her sides in the middle of Krishan's room, letting his gaze rove over her body as he masturbated. Her heart beat in her ears.
 
"Could you wear it sometime?" Krishan stood and maneuvered Anushka onto his bed. He put her on her hands and knees and admired her divine curves. Her ass was so wonderfully round and wide. The way it tapered from her hips made Krishan's palms sweaty.
 
"Sure," Anushka squeaked.
 
"Could you shake for me?" Krishan stoked his dick as he stood by the bed.
 
"What?" Anushka looked up at him over her shoulder in surprise.
 
"You know, shake your ass."
 
"Language, Krishan." Anushka arched her back. Was she really presenting herself to him like this? Just waiting to be mounted.
 
"Sorry, Mom." Krishan looked from Anushka's confused eyes down the delicate arch of her back to her pale ass. "It's just an expression. Can you shake your butt, please?" He stepped over to his desk, picked up his phone, and put on a song. He left the phone playing on the desk and stepped back next to the bed.
 
"Like this?" Anushka looked down at the blanket below as she shook her ass to the music's beat. She was doing this to help her son, she reminded herself. "This is so embarrassing, Danny." Her eyes took in the pattern of the astronaut-themed blanket pressed into her fingers. On the day she bought it in the department store all those years ago, she never thought she'd one day shake her ass above it. But here she was.
 

 
"That's awesome, Mom." Krishan grabbed his dick and stroked some more. "You look amazing."
 
"Thank you." Her cheeks were so hot. She felt the bed depress as Krishan climbed on behind her. "It's still a dangerous time of month for me. You can't do it in me, okay?"
 
"How about another place?" Krishan kneeled behind his mom, wondering what he'd use for lubrication. "Can I cum in your butt?"
 
"What?" Anushka looked over her shoulder back at her eighteen-year-old boy, his face eager with expectation. She stopped shaking her ass. "Your father asked me for that a long time ago. Before you were born. I'll tell you the same thing I told him. Not in a million years."
 
"But you can't get pregnant that way." Despite the continued argument, Krishan gave up and eased his dick into her pussy from behind as she glared at him over her shoulder. Her expression softened as he slid into her.
 

 
"You'd kill me with that thing, Krish." She turned her head back and stared down at his blanket again. "That feels good, pumpkin. Just do that and pull ... ooohhhhh ... out at the end. Okay?"