Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Taking a deep breath, I replied, "Wow Mom. I had no idea. You're okay with this? Does she want anything from me?"

"She wanted a baby and her husband couldn't give her one. She's elated and doesn't want anything from you. You know, it's not uncommon," she told me, still locking our eyes together.

"Not uncommon?"



Explaining further she said, "Yes, wealthy women routinely find a young man to impregnate them when their husband can't or doesn't want to."

"Why don't they go to a fertility clinic and get inseminated," I asked, more relaxed from Mom's gentle caressing.

"They usually don't want anyone to know and they like the more discreet method. Most of the time the husband won't allow it, afraid his colleagues might find out and think he is less of a man for it."

"Trisha asked me to have this talk with you to make sure you're okay. She hated that she didn't ask you in advance, fearing you'd say no to her," she stated, looking for my reaction.

I smiled and told her, "It's fine Mom. I like Trisha and I'm glad she's happy now. It was quite a workout last week though."

"No details Sunny. A mother doesn't want to know those kinds of things," she laughed, breaking the tension.

She pulled back and we went to change for another day of work in the garden. Aunt Tamanna arrived mid-morning to help out. Several times Mom caught me staring at my aunt when she'd bend over and display her cleavage. My face reddened realizing I wasn't that sneaky, but Mom only smirked and continued to work. We ate at home and Tamanna left right after.



After our showers, we relaxed on the couch watching TV before retiring for the night. Mom dbangd her arm around me and stroked my upper arm again as she did in the morning. She moved my arm to do the same to her and we enjoyed the moment, massaging and bonding with each other. Her skin was smooth and soft. I could have remained there for the rest of the night. I gently squeezed her arm several times after she did it to me.

We were ready to call it a night when she looked over at me and said, "I really enjoyed the time we spent together during the weekend. It was fun working and playing together again. I've missed your company more than I thought I would when you were at school."

I replied, "I always have fun when I get to work in the garden with you and Aunt Tamanna. It's going to be a bummer to have to start looking for another job tomorrow." I secretly wondered if she had any more hot friends needing help.

As if she read my mind, Mom said, "Trisha told me some of her friends are really jealous of her now," as her eyes locked with mine. "You know, there is a way you can spend more time with me this summer and still earn money."

Observing my clueless look, she disclosed her plan. "Trisha says her friends would be willing to pay for the same service. It wouldn't take long and you could spend more time here with me."

Now it hit me. Mom wanted me to impregnate Trisha's friends. Trying to hide my excitement, I responded, "Gee Mom, you want to pimp out your son? That doesn't sound legal."

Squeezing my arm harder, she replied. "Not pimping. It isn't sex. You'd be inseminating desperate women. We would provide a service they need and they're willing to pay well for it."

"Umm, Mom. You do realize sex is part of it, don't you? How about the legality of it? What if they want to come after me for child support or something?"

She explained the process in length. She assured me these women had no intention or desire to establish a relationship with me. They didn't even want to see my face during the process. It wouldn't be lovemaking, it would be a simple infusion of sperm. They required secrecy because they didn't want to involve anyone else. Trisha had a loyal attorney draw up an agreement to protect both parties from further action. The women would be people we hadn't met to further cement anonymity.

The plan was well thought out. I wonder how long Mom and Trisha had been working on the details. It was hard to contain my excitement over my new summer job prospect. I told her in as steady a voice as I could, "Sure Mom. I'll help out. Giving me more time to help around here will be really nice."

"Great Sunny. I'm taking off work this week in order to spend more time together," she informed me, returning to the smooth-stroking on my upper arm.



*****

Sleep once again came easy dreaming of my new summer job. Awakening early I waited for Mom to show up for breakfast. She was later this morning and I was afraid she'd sleep in late since she was taking the week off. I was ready to go back to my room when I heard her door open and close. She kissed my neck and started the coffee. She wore a different nightie this morning. It was dark green and sleeveless. A small strip of her thigh was visible as she glided around the kitchen. The other difference was that she didn't go change, staying to prepare breakfast.

Once the food was ready she served us and sat down opposite me. Her new nightie had a thin gap in front which displayed a small amount of cleavage. I openly stared at the exposed flesh of the insides of her full breasts. She continued to eat as if nothing had changed. I was hard through the meal, barely hearing her talk to me concerning the day's events. Through the fog, I heard she was going to Trisha's for awhile work out the details.



As soon as we finished and I spotted her car go down the road I was already stroking my prick, quickly coming to the vision of my mother's sexy body. I worked in the garden and Mom showed up several hours later. We ate and decided to go out to the movies with Tamanna in the afternoon. It was a pleasant day and I wondered what she and Trisha had discussed today.

My aunt left for her house afterward, leaving Mom and me on the couch again. Mom told me she had met a client at Trisha's and she had made arrangements for us to meet tomorrow. Locking her beautiful eyes on mine, she explained, "Our client will show up here while you wait in your room. You won't meet her as they don't want to be able to recognize you if they happen to see you later. I'll prepare her for the procedure. She'll be on my bed, covered by a sheet. Your job is to uncover her far enough to do your business. The client will never show her face nor talk to you."

I nodded to acknowledge my instructions. Concerned on whether I'd be able to get hard without any foreplay I rebuked, "I don't know Mom. No kissing, no talking, slight touching. I don't know if I'll be able to adequately perform."

She was silent for a moment thinking over what I said and replied. "It might be a challenge. I'll let them know you may have to caress their legs to advance things and you can talk to them if it helps. They won't respond to anything you say. They want success so I'm sure they'll be tolerant for whatever it takes."

Mom remained clad in her nightie the next morning as we ate. I went to my room to wait for her to let me know when my services would be required. I didn't change out of my robe keeping my thoughts on anything but Mom. I didn't want to be tempted to blow off a load. I heard a car pull up and soon after, muffled voices drifted up from downstairs. Mom was preparing our client. I heard a light knock on my door and opened it to see Mom still clad in her nightie. Seeing my surprised look, she told me the clients felt more relaxed if she was dressed in less formal attire.



No complaints from me as I wouldn't mind if she wore it all day. She stroked my upper arms as she held me. I did the same, relishing in the texture of her smooth, soft skin. She asked, "Honey, we didn't talk about payment and how much you'd like after expenses."

"Mom, keep whatever you get. You're putting me through college. You deserve it and I don't really need any money. You take care of everything as it is."

She smiled and pressed her thinly covered body to mine in a tight hug. I felt her braless tits squash on my robe-covered chest as we stroked each other's arms. I was hardening fast and released her before it became too obvious. She smiled and told me to wait a few minutes before coming down. Apprehension swept through me as I anxiously waited to start my new summer job.

Nervously I went downstairs to Mom's bedroom, closing the door behind me. I removed my robe noticing my hard prick was already softening due to the pressure of the moment. A thin, silk sheet was attached to Mom's headboard, covering a woman's body to her feet.

Her breasts pushed up the sheet as well as her pelvic bones. I walked up close and moved the covering up exposing her legs below her knees. They were a deep brown, not from her race, but from suntanning. This woman was a sun worshiper. Her legs were closed together and she was tense as I ran my hands up and down her lower legs.

Her skin felt tough from the damaging sun. Her skin was more like leather, hard and dry. Seeing her nervous state, I quietly talked to her, trying to ease her stress. I moved the sheet up further stroking her upper legs and thighs. Her hands were at her sides and were clenched tight. She was so nervous I was afraid this wasn't going to work and we might have to call it off.

I was completely soft now as my mind raced to try to think of how to proceed to put this woman more at ease. Suddenly it hit me. She loved to lie in the sun and was probably really proud of her skin.

Complimenting her on her deep-brown skin, I continued to gently massage her legs. Feeling her relax I told her to think of when she was in the sun enjoying the warmth. Her hands relaxed as she took herself to her happy place.

As I stroked her thighs I told her to imagine it was her hands spreading oil on her legs. As her thoughts shifted to a more pleasant environment, she spread her legs apart a few more inches. Gently I moved the sheet to her waist exposing her pussy. There was a pillow under her lower back elevating her hips. I wasn't sure if this was part of the procedure to hold in my sperm or if it was to help me penetrate the woman without having to lie on top of her.



Her pussy was smooth except for a landing patch above her slit. I could see a lighter tone of skin where she had worn a bikini bottom for some of the time in the sun. I slowly ran my fingers up and down her slit. Her legs were still too tight together to allow me to enter. My best chance would be to put her at ease in the setting she felt most comfortable.

I felt her body soften as she opened her thighs wider allowing more access to her slit. She was responding as I had hoped. Pressing on with the scene, I said, "You must in your backyard, but you have to put on your bottom at times in case friends or a delivery man shows up."

Her hips moved in excitement as I proceeded with the fantasy. "I wish I was the lucky delivery man, coming in the yard and seeing sexy, nude woman on display."

Moisture was appearing on her slit as her fantasies overcame her nervousness. "You have to be careful when laying out in the sun nude, not knowing when a friend or a family member will arrive unannounced."

She didn't react until I mentioned family. I was narrowing in on one of her hidden fantasies.

"Your daughter might see you and get embarrassed seeing her nude mother. Or maybe even your son."

Her hips involuntarily bounced when I mentioned her son. My plan was set now. I stroked her wet slit as she mulled over what I said. I was hardening knowing this woman was mentally fantasizing about her son.

"I can imagine how it might happen. One day you're nude and you hear the phone ring in the house. You're slow to get up to answer it and the recorder is already on. You hear your son talking and you're getting ready to pick it up when you stop and let the answering machine take the call. He explains that he's getting off work and will be home earlier than normal. Thinking you're visiting friends, he tells you he's going to get some sun until you get back."

She opened her legs wider as I talked her through the incestuous fantasy. I alternated from stroking her thighs to caressing her engorged cunt lips. "You know why he called. He still lives at home unable to afford his own place after graduation. He came home early once and caught you sunbathing nude. He yelled out in surprise and when you looked up, he ran back inside. After you put your suit on you went in to see him being careful to avoid any discussion concerning the incident. His face was red but more important his pants were bulging out. Your son's prick was rock hard from looking at his beautiful, naked mother."

She moved her hands to cup her ass cheeks, massaging them, raising her pelvic area up to my exploring hands. She was really getting worked up with my fantasy. My manhood was at full attention, living out her mother-son seduction.

"You know what you should do as a good mother. Wearing your suit would be the proper course of action. You wouldn't want to embarrass him again. He doesn't think you're home. He's assuming you're out. Your excited, throbbing cunt overrides any sensible thoughts. You get up and move the lounge so your horny, motherly pussy will be on full display to the door. Hearing his car pull in the drive, you get in position and spread your legs to put on a show for your son. Your dark sunglasses prevent him from seeing you looking as you pretend you're asleep."

Bringing her knees up she spread her legs out wide, opening her glistening groove as the familial fantasy proceeded. I massaged her pussy and the surrounding her fiery hole. Her skin was much smoother and reminded me of Mom's arm when I was stroking it.

"You hear the patio door slide open and see him through your shades. He's wearing trunks, ready to get some sun when he stops and stares at your nude body. He softly calls out your name, not loud enough to wake you but enough to see if you're sleeping. You remain silent. He advances closer unable to take his eyes off your pussy. He pulls his trunks down and you see your son's hard prick for the first time since he was a child."

She thrashed her hips while she visualized her aroused son standing before her. Her hands went to my back and stroked up and down. Inserting two fingers into her wet cunt, I slowly slithered them in and out of her leaking pussy.



"Your son slowly strokes his hard cock while staring at his mom's open gash. He cups his balls after a couple of strokes and proceeds back up to the head."

She moved her hands from my back to firmly wrap them around my prick. She followed the act I described her son was doing. She lightly squeezed my balls as she pumped my slick shaft, twisting my fat, bulbous head on the upstroke. Both of us were leaking pre-cum as we executed our fantasy.

"You sense him move closer to the lounge. Your son's forbidden prick is dangerously close to your open pussy. He calls your name again, gaining confidence when you groan and moan as if you're having a dream. You murmur his name and hump your hips up as if you're fucking him in a dream. You hoarsely whisper out your fantasy of how much you've wanted his hard prick."

Her hands left my prick and went to hold my sides. She was gripping tight anticipating the moment her son fucked her. I closed the gap between us and ran my slippery, engorged head around the mouth of her pussy. She bucked up, capturing and pulling my prick into her hungry canal.

"Your son is hard as a rock now and can't pull out. He didn't want it to go this far but by mistake, his prick entered his mom's sacred canal. Even though he thinks you're still asleep, he tells you he's sorry and asks for forgiveness. He's wanted to do this for a long time and can't resist any longer. Exclaiming his love for you, he slides his hard cock into your horny pussy."

I fed my prick into her tight sheath. It was well lubricated and I had no problem pushing in until my balls hit her ass. I pulled back and plowed in again. I could hear her gasping for air under the sheet. I fucked her hard and fast for several minutes, elevating our passions. She was humping and gyrating her hips, fully immersed in the incestuous fantasy.



Squeezing my waist hard she pulled me in tight on each down stroke. I had already gone way past Mom's restrictions. I chanced pushing the limit. I moved my hands up under the sheet approaching her breasts. I decided it was time to switch the role-playing to a more personal technique.

"Oh, Mom! Your pussy is hot and tight. I've dreamed of this for years. I have to hold your breasts. They're perfect and I love you more than you know," I choked out. I cupped her tits, massaging her full globes as I continued to pummel her pussy. Her head was turning from side to side under the sheet and her moaning was getting louder.