Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

It was a Wednesday when Anushka first accepted the truth of what had happened to her. She was on her knees, lovingly sucking Krishan's purple head. He stood with his butt resting against the sink. Her stomach had felt a little off for a few days and it seemed to be getting worse. She pulled back and gagged. "Krish ... I ... I'm sorry ..." She scooted over to the toilet and lifted the lid. "I don't feel ... so ..." And Anushka threw up. She tried to make it as ladylike as possible, but it was hard to do with such dreadful retching.


"Oh, Mom." Krishan stepped over to the toilet and held her hair back for her. "What's wrong?"





"I'm not ... aaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhh." She emptied her breakfast into the toilet. As awful as it was, it was comforting to have Krishan hold her hair and pat her tenderly on the back. Even if she knew his giant dick was still hard and hanging over her. A few more retches and she was done. "I've felt off the last few days." She stood and went to the sink. She washed her face and rinsed her mouth out.


"Are you sick?" Krishan stood quietly and watched her freshen up. The thought that something bad might happen to his mother chilled his bones.


"No, no. I'm okay." Anushka didn't really feel sexy at that moment, but she couldn't send Krishan on his way without taking care of him. "No kissing or ... other stuff with the mouth right now." She turned her back to him, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties to the side. "You can take me like this." She bent over the sink and spread her butt cheeks with her hands.


"Um, okay. Is your pussy okay?" Krishan got behind her.


"Yes." She'd given up trying to stop him from using the word "pussy." It wasn't that bad, after all. "You can use my pussy, Krish." She grunted as he slid it in. Given how many loads he'd dumped in her unprotected womb, it wasn't any wonder that Krishan had planted a baby in her. She gritted her teeth as he revved up his pace behind her. Ganesh certainly hadn't been the one. "That's it ... Danny ... let it all out." She moved her hands from her butt onto the edge of the sink and gripped tightly. She looked at the woman in the mirror with her brown hair flopping with each thrust, her cleavage bouncing, and the ecstatic expression on her face. What a sight. She looked up to her son. He had a look of serious concentration and effort on his handsome face. He was going to orgasm soon.





"Do you want me ... uh ... uh ... to pull out today?" Krishan slapped her ass and enjoyed the additional ripples that spread from the area of impact.


"No, it's okay, sweetie. Do it ... ooohhhhh ... inside." Anushka wondered if he was playing dumb, or if he really didn't know that it didn't matter where he spurted now. He was only eighteen. He might not know. "Oooooohhhhhhhh, yeeeessssssssssss." Anushka's pussy spasmed as he unloaded yet again inside her. Her orgasm carried her off into the clouds. When she came back to the bathroom, Krishan was already pulling up his pants.


"That was awesome. Thanks, Mom."


"You're ... welcome ... pumpkin." Anushka pulled her panties back into place and lowered her dress. She turned and kissed Krishan on the cheek. "Be good today."


"I will." Krishan nodded. He couldn't wipe that stupid grin off his face.


"The bus is almost here. Go get 'em." Anushka smacked him on the butt and sent him out of the bathroom. When would she tell him that he'd made her a grandmother? Or that he'd given himself another sibling? Anushka tried to wrap her mind around it and had a hard time accepting the inevitable. Maybe she'd tell him when she sorted it in her own head. Or maybe when it became obvious. Whichever came sooner.



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"Are these getting bigger?" Shriya whispered as she groped her mom's boobs. She wiggled on top of Anushka, halfway under the covers. Faint starlight fell through the circle of windows in her tower room onto the bed. Shriya lowered her face to a soft, warm nipple and continued drinking.


"I don't think so." Anushka wasn't sure. They shouldn't grow so soon, but they shouldn't have milk either. "I don't know." Anushka grabbed the sheets as she felt her daughter move off her nipple and kiss the underside of her boob.


"You're ... so ... soft ... and ... warm," Shriya said between kisses. She worked her way down over the slight curve of Anushka's belly.





"Wait, . Don't ..." Anushka gripped the sheets in panic and anticipation as her daughter kissed her way under the covers down to between Anushka's legs. "Oooohhhhh, swwweeeeettttiiiieeeee." Anushka's hips rocked as Shriya's tongue found her vagina and then worked up to her clit. Anushka clenched her teeth and twisted her upper body back and forth. Strange guttural sounds escaped her lips. "How ...?" She wanted to ask her daughter how she was so good at going down on a woman. Was she a natural? But Anushka's brain locked up and no more words would form. Her daughter's fingers entered her pussy, and Anushka grunted her way through a massive orgasm.


Over the past several days, Shriya had practiced quite a bit with Nayanthara. She was very happy with the fruits of her labor as she felt and heard her mom going crazy. Her sweet, churchgoing mother writhed on her tongue, completely at Shriya's mercy. The only thing better would be if Shriya was getting some attention, too. She turned her body around so that her butt stuck out of the covers, near Anushka's head.



"I don't think I can, pumpkin." Anushka looked up as Shriya lifted one of her legs over Anushka's face. She was now gazing at the tight, smooth curve of Shriya's upper thighs and butt. And hovering above Anushka's chin was her daughter's pussy.