Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

MHP-4


"What happened to you?" Maxamed eyed his naked wife. She was in the middle of seducing him, which was an oddity, and now her body had clearly changed. Sometime in the last few days, her breasts had expanded dramatically. Maxamed crossed his arms over his naked chest as he sat on the edge of the bed.


"I've been eating more." Ileana didn't know how she had hoped it would go the first time he saw her naked after she'd taken that accursed deal, but it wasn't this. "That is all."





"Do not lie to me, woman." Maxamed squinted his dark eyes.


"Sorry." Ileana put her arm over her large breasts. Those boobs felt so out of place on her chest. "I believe it was the house. The Anushka boy is possessed by a demon."


"Who?"


"Krishan," Ileana squeaked.


"Did he touch you?" Maxamed raised his voice.


"No, no." Ileana stepped over to her closet and pulled out a long robe. She wrapped herself. There was no way she'd tell Maxamed the real situation. That she was trying to seduce her own husband to give his seed a fighting chance against that eighteen-year-old's sperm inside her. "But the last time we were there he looked at me in an unnatural way, and then this." She waved her hands at the slope of her robe over her round breasts.


"Are you sure it's him?"


"Yes, husband." Ileana nodded with solemnity.


"Then something must be done." Maxamed got off the bed and put on his own robe.


"Maybe we should leave it be." Ileana was glad he'd put something on. She used to think of his manhood as a mighty rod, but now she mostly felt sorry for her husband.


"And leave you like this?" Maxamed shook his head. "I will not have demons playing with my wife's body. Who knows what else they would do to you? No, we will drive the demon from that boy. And from our lives."

~~


"Morning, Mom," Shriya mumbled when she found Anushka making breakfast in the kitchen.


"Goodness, Shriya, you startled me." Anushka stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and stared at her slender daughter. "Look, we have to talk about last night."


"Can I get another bowl?" Krishan yelled in from the dining room.


"I don't want to talk, Mom." Shriya looked down at her socks. The thought of having a heart to heart about what happened mortified her. Even worse, all she could think about now that she was near Anushka again was how much she wanted to squeeze her mom's breasts. Good God, she really wanted to devour Anushka's sweet milk. Shriya wondered if Anushka's boobs were leaking milk right then. She winced at the thought. She needed to have purer thoughts.


"We're going to talk, young lady." Anushka grabbed Shriya's hand and led her out through the dining room. "Can you serve yourself, Krish? I can't get you more breakfast right now," Anushka said.


"Well, yeah." Krishan eyed them as they raced by. "Where's the fire?"


"Shriya and I just need to have a talk about boy troubles." Anushka flashed a stiff smile at Krishan and led Shriya out of the room and down the hall. She turned into the library and closed the door behind them. A dim, cool light filled the room as the sun worked its way over the horizon.


"Look, I thought I was dreaming. Okay?" Shriya tried to strike a defiant tone, but she found her gaze glued to Anushka's enormous boobs. Even under the ridiculously large sweatshirt her mother wore, her boobs stood out proudly. "I ... I ... just ..."


"Eyes up here." Anushka pointed to her own eyes. Had she ever been ogled like this by another woman? She certainly didn't remember it. And her own daughter, too.


"Mom ... I ... can't ..." Shriya's eyes didn't leave her mom's chest. She took a step toward her mother and tugged nervously at the hem of her dress. "... stop thinking ... about ..."


"Stop it this instant,." Anushka tried to look stern. "Listen to me, young lady."


"It wasn't like anything else I've ever tasted." Shriya's gaze flitted up to her mom's face for an instant and then dropped back down. "Could I have one more taste, Mom? I mean, you used to feed me all the time when I was a baby. You probably had Krish and me one on each boob, right?"


"No. I mean, yes I did, but no. Let's just talk about what happened. We can't --" Anushka sucked in her breath as her lithe, eighteen-year-old daughter deftly lifted Anushka's oversized sweatshirt and slid her head under. Anushka felt a line of soft, little kisses work their way up her belly. Warm fingers grabbed her bra cups and pulled them down. Then she felt her daughter's lips lock on her left boob. "Oooooohhhhhhh, sweetie." Her hands involuntarily moved behind Shriya and pressed her warmth into her. "Wait ... your father will be down in a minute. He'll come looking for me." But the gentle rhythmic sucking felt too good to stop. So, Anushka just held her and let her drink. They stood like that for several minutes in the brightening room.





"Mmmmppphhhhhh." Shriya, under the sweatshirt, guzzled the milk that flowed freely from the nipple in her mouth. She snaked her hands farther under Anushka's shirt and grabbed each tit. She squeezed the soft, heavy flesh in time with each gulp. She could get used to this. What would it be like to have this for breakfast every day? So sweet and filling. She felt her mom move backwards, and Shriya moved with her.


Anushka sat down on the sofa and let Shriya snuggle up in her lap, with her legs curled and tucked by Anushka's right thigh.


"Anu?" Ganesh's voice came muffled through the door as he walked down the hall. "Where are you, Anu?"


With a good deal of reluctance, Anushka pulled Shriya off her boob and moved her from under the sweatshirt. "That was ..." Anushka sighed. "... really nice. But we have to stop. Your father is looking for me."


"Right." Shriya nodded, her face lit by a satisfied half-smile. She had milk on her small chin. "You're the best mom in the whole world. I love you so much."


"I love you too, pumpkin." Anushka didn't know whether to reprimand her daughter, or promise her more milk at a later time. So, she did neither. Anushka pulled them to their feet, straightened out her bra, and walked to the door. She opened it and stuck her head out. "What is it, Ganesh?"


"There you are." Ganesh turned to them, standing at the foot of the stairs. He looked lost. "I'm going to need your help in the spare bedroom upstairs. What were you two doing?"


"Just having a heart to heart with Shriya." Anushka cleared her throat and walked down the hallway with Shriya by her side. "Girl stuff."





Shriya kept her eyes cast down. Seeing her father hammered home just how wrong it was to suckle her mother. And what they'd done last night with their hands? Had she made her mom cheat on her dad? She was pretty sure having another person's fingers in your pussy was cheating.


"Oh, cool." Ganesh looked at his daughter. He could tell she was in one of her teenage moods. "You have a little milk on your chin, Brit. You're always rushing through breakfast." He took a rag from his pocket and wiped off Shriya's chin. His daughter glared at him. "What?" Ganesh shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. I've been cleaning milk off that pretty face of yours since you were a baby."


"Just stop it, Dad." Tears welled in Shriya's eyes and she rushed past her father.


Ganesh watched her go, mystified. "What's with her?"


"Um ... boyfriend troubles." Anushka patted Ganesh's shoulder. She'd cheated on her poor, unsuspecting husband with both twins now. "She'll be alright." She kissed him on the cheek and moved back toward the kitchen. "Let me get the kids off to school, and then I'll join you in the spare bedroom."


"Sounds good." Ganesh scratched his head and then wandered off toward the basement to collect some tools.


~~


"Wow, Mom, your tits look great." Krishan gazed lovingly down at his mom as she kneeled on the bathroom floor and stroked his dick between her boobs. With a hand under each tit, she pressed them together and moved them up and down.



"Language, Krish." Anushka looked up at her son and smiled when she saw the blissful expression on his face. Like any mother, she just wanted her children to be happy. "And keep it quiet." She didn't think Krishan had noticed the milk slowly dribbling from her nipples. At least, he hadn't said anything about it. Anushka considered that her breasts, now rubbing against that magnificent penis, had been in her daughter's hands and mouth just minutes ago. And the night before, when Shriya had sucked her and they'd played with each other's privates, Krishan's semen had been deep in her butt. How had it come to this? "Hurry up now, Krish. You need to leave for the bus soon."


"Almost ... there ... Mom."