Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Did the woman have a hijab?" She stroked Shriya's hair, slower this time. "You know, a head scarf?"


"I know what a hijab is, Mom. Ileana wears one." Shriya craned her neck and looked up at her mother. "Why do you ask? Do you think Tarun was telling the truth?"


"No, no." Anushka shook her head and caressed Shriya's smooth cheek. She looked into Shriya's eyes and did her best to lie. "Our Krishan would never do something like that. Tarun is a bad apple, Shriya. You deserve better."


"Thanks, Mom." Shriya snuggled into Anushka's side again and sighed. Her tears dried up. "There's plenty more fish in the sea. Right?"


"Right, pumpkin."



~~


A clock struck eleven somewhere in the house. "Before I take care of this." Anushka squeezed Krishan's thick penis. She sat on the edge of the tub in Krishan's bathroom and looked up at her naked son. "I have a question." She didn't mean to, but her hands started moving along the shaft. She could feel his protruding veins under her fingertips. She wanted to keep his focus on the conversation, but it was just such a nice penis. So hard not to play with when it was right in front of her.


"What's up, Mom?" Krishan looked down at Anushka and reveled in the sight. She wore that powder blue corset and chemise for him. She looked lovely. The corset pressed her cleavage together and accentuated her curves.





"Well ..." Anushka looked down at his thing, and then back up to his blue eyes. "Have you been having sex with other women? You promised me that you and Hansika wouldn't happen again, and I trust you. But other women?"


"Um ..." He didn't want to lie. "


"So, that's a yes?" Anushka wanted to take a firm stand with her eighteen-year-old son, but that was hard to do while she pleasured him with her hands. She should have had this conversation elsewhere. But it was a private conversation, and anywhere the two found privacy these days her hands found his monster.


"Sorry, Mom." Krishan nodded. He figured he wasn't going to get in too much trouble, the way Anushka stared at his dick.


"Well, I did say you could try out other women." Anushka sighed and her face inched toward the flared head as she worked him. "Was it a girl from school?"


"No."


"Was it a magic woman?" Anushka knew Shriya's ex-boyfriend had been telling the truth.


"Mrs. Ileana." Krishan put his hand on the back of Anushka's hair, but she resisted his gentle push toward his dick.


"How is that even possible?" Anushka licked some precum off him. "She's married. And ... and everything."


"My winning personality?" Krishan flexed his penis in her hands.





"I'll get you some of those condoms we talked about." She breathed in deeply, his scent was so disarming. "Until then ..." She finally let the pressure from his hand guide her mouth onto his penis. She sucked eagerly. A little while later, she rose, lifted her chemise, dropped her panties, and put her hands on the edge of the sink. "Go ahead, Krish."


"Remember what you said about your butt?" Krishan got behind her.


"Yes, I remember." She grabbed a little bottle she'd brought with her into the bathroom and reached behind her to hand it to Krishan. "Use this oil."


"Why do you have lube, Mom?" Krishan squeezed some out and spread it all over his dick.


"Sometimes, my vagina doesn't respond to your father the way it used to." She felt him place his penis at her rear entrance. She was tense with expectation. "So, your father and I use that oil to ... ow ... ow, ow, ow." She had never felt so invaded and stretched. Her poor butthole strained as he sank into her. She willed herself to relax. "Is it all the way ... in?"





"Almost." Krishan basked in the glorious sight of his mom giving him her ass. She'd told Ganesh never in a million years, and yet she'd given it up to Krishan in a few days. The whole thing was spectacular. "There, it's in."


"Go ... ow ... ow ... slowly, pumpkin." Anushka's knuckles turned white on the edge of the sink. She looked up into the mirror and wondered at the sight of this hedonistic woman surrendering to her infidelity.


"Okay." Krishan accelerated gradually, until he was humping her with about half his normal ferocity. Her butt squeezed his dick perfectly. "How's ... uh ... uh ... that, Mom? Does it hurt?"


"No. It ... ugh ... ugh ... doesn't hurt." Anushka's own words surprised her. But she was correct. In fact, a completely new kind of pleasure had started emanating from her once tight butthole. "Oh, gosh. You're doing me ... doing my ... Oh, my ... It feels good, Really, really good." The Anushka in the mirror looked like a wild harlot, humping her rump back at her own skinny son. Her hair fell about her face and she grimaced as a powerful orgasm swept through her. She knew in the future she'd give him her backside anytime he asked.





They humped like that for a good long while. Neither of them noticed Nayanthara open the bathroom door a crack and check in on them. The woman wore a long nightgown. She watched for a few minutes and then closed the door.