Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

#Shriya & Tamanna

It felt good to be back in my room. After my first year of attending a University, I was back home for the summer. My name is Sunny and I live with my mom Shriya. My dad died more than a dozen years ago. Last year Mom bought the house we're now living in, located forty miles from where we used to live. We moved here right after my eighteenth birthday.

The house is bigger than Mom and I required, but it was the best value for the location. I live on the upper floor which consists of two bedrooms with a shared bathroom. We turned one of them into a study room and my bedroom has a great view out the front of the house. Mom's master suite is down a long hallway from the dining room and the living room overlooks the back of the property. Large windows face the gardens out back providing a peaceful and quiet atmosphere. There are a couple other bedrooms along the hallway to Mom's master suite which have been turned into hobby rooms.

Her sister, Tamanna, convinced Mom to move here to be closer. She divorced her husband three years ago and longed for her sister's companionship and finally convinced Mom to relocate close to her. Mom wasted no time to move here as soon as I completed +2. Neither have regretted it and have been inseparable. They have shown no interest in men, preferring to spend their time together and with me.

Physically similar, they would have no trouble attracting men if they desired. Both have their long hair, which frames their beautiful faces perfectly. Mom's large, deep brown eyes make you feel better immediately when she looks at you. She has long firm legs, proudly showing them off wearing short skirts. Her breasts aren't huge but large enough to sexily push out her tight blouses.



Aunt Tamanna has deep eyes which accent her blonde hair. I thought she was sexy before but her new hair color makes her look even better. At 31 she's 7 years younger than Mom. Her breasts look smaller than Mom's and her luscious legs look similar.




My mood is always at its best when I'm around either of them. We have a large garden at our new house and the three of us work together, keeping it maintained and treating ourselves to a dinner or movie after a day of hard work. My aunt lives a few blocks away and routinely walks over to visit us.

Tamanna never mentions her ex-husband, but she did obtain the house and a substantial amount of money when the divorce was finalized. Mom told me it was due to a dispute concerning children but wouldn't divulge whether my aunt wanted offspring or he did. Not knowing the true story but knowing him, I suspected he had an affair and was caught.

Our time together the last few years has really bonded Mom and me, working and playing together. Mom rented an apartment for me at the University believing I would be more comfortable than sharing a room in the dorms. I figured it was an incentive to keep me at school allowing her to develop a relationship. Coming home once a month I figured I'd give Mom plenty of freedom, but as far as I could tell she wasn't dating. After three months Mom pleaded with me to come home every weekend because she and my aunt missed my company. Gladly accepting her proposal I changed my schedule according to Mom's wishes.

My time with Mom and my aunt was increasing my sexual frustration. When I arrived back to school on Sunday night I'd call up one of several girls I cycled through. They didn't know why they received such a good fucking each time I came back and I wasn't honest enough to tell them I was fantasizing they were my mother. I picked girls that looked similar to Mom or Aunt Tamanna, avoiding an emotional attachment to any of them. They made it clear they were with me for the sex and didn't want to get tied down to anyone so I didn't mind using them to stave off my incestuous lust.

Mom and Tamanna were still close and neither dated. Their full attention was devoted to me when I came home for the weekends and I looked forward to being with them this summer. Jealous men would stare when we'd go out on the town. My aunt would dress less conservative; although, much to my dismay neither would go braless.

Eating out was especially hard as I would sit by Mom with Tamanna across from us. She wore a bra but her dresses showed a lot of cleavage from her full. She caught me more than once staring at her chest through dinner, not saying anything to my mother. She would go back to talking to Mom, smiling while acknowledging the admiration of her sexy wares.



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