Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Too many times I had fantasized I was fucking my mother with my girlfriends but was careful not to call out Mom's name, nor exclaim my feelings I had of my mother. Able to fully enact my fantasy, I fucked her furiously because she was my mother in my mind.

I captured her blood-engorged nipples between my fingers, tweaking and pulling her sensitive buds. We were both excited from the enactment and weren't going to last much longer. Her pussy was quivering as she humped up each stroke to pull me in as deep as possible.

"Oh, Mommy. I'm going to come. I'm ready to blow my load. I don't think I can hold out any longer. I don't know if you're on protection, maybe I should pull out and ..."

I wasn't able to finish as she grabbed my asscheeks and pulled me in as tight as she could. I screamed, "Mommy, I'm coming in you. I'm filling your pussy with my sperm."



Streams of cum shot out the end of my prick into her welcoming hole. She came violently on my second release. Our mutual orgasms intensified our passions as we fucked as mother and son. I kept my prick embedded in her clasping cunt for several minutes after we were done. When I finally softened, I pulled out. Reaching down, I stuffed my fingers in her hole attempting to stuff as much sperm in her as I could.

"That's a giant load of cum in you, Mom. I imagine my sperm are fighting over your eggs from our first incestuous fuck. I'm so lucky to have such a hot mother," I said as I slowly pulled my fingers out. She closed her legs tight, trapping my fingers in her filled pussy. It was her way to communicate her approval and her attempt to keep in as much sperm as she could.

Backing off I pulled the sheet down to cover her. Putting on my robe I wondered whether this would be my last job since I disobeyed several of Mom's rules. After returning to my room, I jumped in the shower. I heard Mom's bedroom door open and close as I washed off the smell of sex.

While drying off, I heard a car leave. When I went downstairs Mom was dressed in work clothes. She smiled and said we needed to get to work on the garden. Nothing was mentioned over my performance and we both pretended my mother hadn't just set me up to fuck a woman.

After dinner, she sat by me on the couch and wrapped her arm around me. I did the same and we stroked each other's upper arms while we watched a comedy. She broke the silence asking me how it went this morning. I told her it was close to being a disaster. It was difficult to perform without any foreplay. She showed her dismay and hugged me tightly in consolation.



Enjoying the hug for a minute, I continued to explain, "Caressing her legs didn't help much. Her skin was tough and leathery from long hours in the sun, not very sexy. I think she was close to your age but I bet she looks at least ten years older."

Mom exclaimed, "Wow, you're good at guessing ages. She is my age and I did notice the sun's effect on her. It's a shame women don't realize the damage sun can do. So you were able to proceed anyway?"

As I squeezed and caressed her upper arm, I told her, "Yea, I had to visualize smoother skin as I was touching her."

My mom's hand went to mine as she shrieked, "You thought of your mother when you were with her?"

"No Mom. That would be weird, just the feel of your skin. It's so smooth and soft and I had to do something or I wouldn't have been able to proceed," I told her as she removed her hand from mine, allowing me to continue my caressing.

"I did put you up to this and if it helped the process, I really can't complain," she acquiesced.

"I hope she was happy with the results. I did the best I could," I cautioned, looking to Mom to see her reaction.

She retorted, "I told her I didn't want any details, but she did tell me you performed well and stayed within the boundaries we set. She said you were sweet and your soothing conversation put her at ease. She was quite pleased and I believe our first case was a complete success."

Thankfully, she changed subjects as I was getting hard reliving the time spent with our first client. It was good hearing the woman hadn't revealed the fantasy we enacted. Relaying too much information to Mom didn't seem like a great idea. I wondered if the woman had already fucked her son or if she even had one. If she did have a son, he might have quite a surprise in the near future.

*****

My aunt arrived around noon the next day to help us in the garden. Mom excused herself to run an errand leaving Tamanna and me to tend to the garden. That provided the opportunity to leer at Tamanna without the threat of Mom catching me. Mom was back in time for dinner. We ate and Tamanna left for home. We retired to our rooms early after the long day of work.



The next morning Mom was adorned in a short, pink nightie. The entire length of her luscious thighs was on display. As she turned, a flash of dark red panties peeked out. After we ate and cleaned up, Mom stopped next to me on her way to her bedroom. She turned to display a perfect view of the backs of her legs. She quietly asked, "Sunny, could you do me a favor? Could you see if I have any cellulite on my legs? It happens to so many women and I want to make sure I haven't started."

All this time I have been stealing looks of her luscious legs and now she was presenting them to me. Taking my time, I surveyed up and down her smooth toned legs. Her nightie barely covered her panties, allowing me to see all of her smooth thighs. Rapidly breathing, I stuttered, "No sign of cellulite Mom. Your legs look fantastic and incredibly sexy."

"Thank you, Sunny. I'm not sure you should be complimenting your mother's legs in that manner. I'm just worried cellulite will ruin my appearance. I am getting near that awful age," she added, referring her to closing in on forty.

"Mom, there's no cellulite and even if you did, you're still a beautiful and sexy woman," I complimented her, blushing as I was surprised at my bold remark.

She turned to face me and smiled, seeing my flushed state. "Thanks, Sunny. Let's get dressed and do some yard work."

We met in the garden and worked for a few hours. At three in the afternoon, I asked her if Aunt Tamanna was coming over. She hesitated as if she were making up a story. Finally, she explained, "No, not today. I told her we were going to be busy tonight. What I didn't tell her was that we have an appointment at four with a new client. I met her yesterday and scheduled her for today. I hope it's okay with you."

Taken aback by her announcement, I hesitated, but not long enough for Mom to continue. I retorted, "Sure Mom. It'll be fine. I have to clean up first. I'll head in and wait for you in my room."

After my shower, it didn't take long before a car pulled up. I heard the door and muffled talking as they walked down the hall to Mom's room. Soon after, I heard a soft knock on my door. I let Mom in and immediately smiled seeing her dressed in her short, pink nightie. She told me our client was ready and hugged me tightly. My face was pressed to her neck as I breathed in her natural scent I've come to love.

She held my hands with hers and guided them to the backs of her thighs above her knees. Leaning close to my ear, she whispered, "Sunny, could you feel my legs to see if you can detect any cellulite. You said you couldn't see any, but maybe you can make sure."

This was incredible. Mom was asking me to caress her hot legs, the same ones I've been lusting after for so long. I slowly ran my hands up to the backs of her smooth, firm legs relishing in their feel. My cock was at full staff now and uncomfortably lodged between us. I ran my hand up to her panties line, then back down. I explored up her legs once again, stopping to squeeze her succulent flesh as I neared her ass. Her hot breath washed over my neck as I groped her thighs. Moving up I started to cup her ass when she grabbed my hands and pulled me away.



She smiled as she said, "Careful honey, that's not my legs. Did you find anything unusual?"

I replied, "No Mom. They're terrific. No sign of any cellulite. In fact, they're the best legs I've ever felt."

"Oh stop it," she giggled.

She stepped back, signaling it was time for my services. As she left I lustfully leered at the beautiful legs I had fondled. After a few moments, I proceeded down the stairs to take care of the next client.

As soon as I entered Mom's room, I dropped my robe. Approaching our covered client, I slowly moved the sheet up. I left her pussy covered as I stroked her legs hoping to relax her in this uncomfortable setting. Her skin was smooth like Mom's and she looked like she might be five years older.

I stroked her legs and when I ran my hands up to the back of her thighs I felt the dimples. It was cellulite and I thought back to Mom asking me to look and feel her legs for the signs. Now it was clear Mom was helping me through this client as I told her she helped me on the first one. She interviewed this woman yesterday. She must have noticed the cellulite and was concerned.

I didn't dwell on her dimpled skin, not wanting to cause concern for the poor woman. She was probably already self-conscious and I didn't want to add to her apprehension. I talked softly to her, telling her how great her legs and sexy thighs looked. I felt her relax as I stroked her inner thighs. I moved the sheet up above her waist to expose her pussy.

No sign of hair to distract from her puffy, clean-shaven pussy. This was definitely her best trait and I think she knew it. I ran my fingers up and down her fat lips while complimenting her on full pussy. She spread her legs, relaxing as I played with her treasure. I inserted a couple of fingers into her hot hole and discovered it was steamy and wet. She massaged my fingers with her tight sheath with amazing control.

I pulled my fingers out even as she attempted to hold them with her muscled pussy. I stroked her thighs again thinking of the vision of Mom's displayed bare legs. That was enough to get me to full hardness. Crawling up closer I scbangd my prick along her thighs as I made my way to my target. She spread her legs out wide giving me complete access to her hungry, oily cavern.

Pushing my bloated head through her outer lips, her pussy clamped down hard, pulling my shaft in without my help. Her sucking snatch devoured my prick, enabling me to quickly hit bottom. I fucked her steady for several minutes, reveling in her experience of cock handling. Her pussy walls contracted at different times of my strokes enabling her to rub my hard prick against her sensitive spots. Her hips moved in sync with her pussy as she took over the direction of the fucking.



I held onto her waist, squeezing her firm skin, holding on tight as she thrashed beneath me. Her skin reminded me of Mom's and my mind flashed to the times I would stroke Mom's arms. My prick was hard as steel getting a workout it had rarely experienced. I was nearing my climax from the intense fucking. I shoved in deep and held it there letting it soak in an attempt to prolong my orgasm. Her pussy massaged my prick and it felt like her hand was stroking me.

I paused my pumping, enjoying the moment. Images of my Mom's legs flashed before. I stroked the waist of the woman fucking me as I relived the moment I caressed Mom's legs. Harder contractions on my prick brought me back from my fantasy. To my surprise, sperm was gushing out of my prick.

This was a first for me, coming without stroking. I pulled back and shoved in hard, shooting the last of my load deep into her spasming cunt. Her powerful walls continued to milk out every drop of virile sperm from my balls. Even after I was empty and embedded deep in her pussy, she continued to massage my prick.



I softened, pulled out and stopped to look at her wonderful gash one last time before covering her with the sheet. Leaving the room exhausted, I headed upstairs. I plopped down on my bed after taking a shower reliving the erotic episode. I rested and nearly fell asleep when I heard her car leave.

When I made it downstairs I found Mom preparing dinner. We ate and afterward when we were settled on the couch, she brought up the subject of my performance. She told me the client was quite pleased again, adding I had done an excellent job. I was surprised as I felt I didn't do much to excite her. Maybe that was what turned the woman on, being in complete control of the coupling.

With a concerned look, she asked, "Sunny, did you have any problems this time?"

"No problems Mom. Thanks to you the cellulite didn't bother me," I assured her.


She blushed as she smiled and said, "Glad to help Honey. I wanted to make it easier for you."

Switching topics we talked and watched TV for an hour when Mom turned and locked eyes with me.

"Sunny, I hope you don't mind but I made another appointment tomorrow morning at ten."

Trying to contain my excitement, I replied, "No problem, then we can do some things in the afternoon and go out for dinner. I guess you and Trisha must have interviewed more than one client yesterday."

"At least two," she confirmed, leaving for her bedroom. I wondered how many more she had lined up for me.

*****

Breakfast the next morning was a quiet affair with neither of us saying much. Mom was wearing a white nightie I'd never seen before. The material was opaque and I could tell she was wearing a bra. It was longer than normal, going below her knees. It dawned on me that Mom wore a different kind of nightwear for each client. Did color have anything to do with it? Suddenly it hit me, it was the style, not color. The green one exposed her arms so I could stroke her smooth skin. The pink one was short so I could feel her thighs. What did this white one signify? I guess I wouldn't know for sure until she retrieved me for our guest. It was after nine when I excused myself to go wait in my room.

I was lost in thought and didn't hear a car or any sounds from downstairs until soft knocking brought me out of my daydreaming. Mom came in and hugged me tight, nestling her mouth on my neck. The scent of her hair and the pressure of her body against mine was enough to convince my prick to rise to the occasion. She pulled back leaving us face to face and whispered, "Good luck, Sunny."



She brought her lips to mine and kissed me. She didn't open her mouth but left her hot lips pressed to mine. I could hear air rushing in and out of her nostrils as our lips were locked. She opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue across my lips. Ready to stick my own tongue out to meet her's, she pulled back, smiling. Was that lust in her eyes or was it teasing?

After she left I made my journey to our next client. Still hard from Mom's kiss, I gave myself a quick stroke while surveying the sheet-covered woman on Mom's bed. I could tell she was younger from the perky breasts pushing up the fabric, showing no sign of sagging. I moved the covering up to her knees revealing her lower legs.

They were smooth looking and milky white. I don't think the sun had ever seen these legs and when I touched her, goosebumps appeared. The poor woman was nervous and would require some patience on my part. I lightly stroked up and down her lower legs, quietly talking to her. Consoling her I told her everything would be fine and I'd go as slow as she wanted. I complimented her as I caressed her smooth and sexy legs.

When it looked like she was comfortable, I pushed the sheet up to reveal her upper legs. I didn't want to go too fast so I left her pussy hidden beneath the sheet. White, luscious thighs appeared before me. Perhaps the best looking legs I've seen, other than my mother's. I sensuously stroked her thighs as I kept up with my quiet dialogue pertaining to her beauty. She relaxed, opening her legs several inches.

Her white skin exalted purity. My arousal increased as I ran my hands up and down her smooth white thighs. Sun had never seen this skin as well as any other person in public as it was evident she fully covered herself. It was a special connection between us and I became excited, knowing I was the only one to witness her hidden beauty. 

Leaning down I kissed one of her luscious thighs, allowing my lips to linger against her soft skin. There was no perfume or shampoo smell as I inhaled her intoxicating natural scent.

Opening my mouth I sucked in a mouthful of delicious thigh meat. Unlike the other clients, thoughts of Mom didn't materialize as I continued to relish in her beauty. I heard a muffled groan from under the sheet when I sucked on her thigh and her legs opened wider. While I sucked on one leg I massaged the other with my roaming hand. Pulling myself off her thigh was hard but I was getting anxious to continue. I pushed the sheet up above her waist revealing a full, black, hairy bush.



It was a striking contrast to her lily white skin. Trimmed into a perfect triangle and uniform height I could tell she had spent time grooming her mound. I softly told her how beautiful her pussy looked as I ran my fingers through her silky forest. I captured her hair and teasingly pulled up, opening her moist slit.