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[Krishan202]

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"Already?" Krishan let go of Hansika's arm and handed his sister's drink back to Shriya. "I've got to go talk to Mom before midnight. I'll be back." He winked at Shriya, who winked back. Anu Emmanuel and Hansika frowned at him as he walked off through the crowd.

"Mom?" Krishan found Anushka having a lively discussion with a bunch of people, including Sneha, her husband, and Sneha's son, Tarun, who had tried to rat out Krishan to Shriya. Tarun looked down at his shoes.

"What is it, pumpkin?" Anushka gave Krishan a quizzical look.

"Can we talk?" Krishan offered her a small smile.

"Yes, of course." Anushka took Krishan's hand and led him out of the room. Krishan seemed like he needed her urgently, so she led him down the hall, past the library and into the den. She flipped on the light and closed the door behind them. "What is it, Krish?"

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"It's almost midnight, Mom." Krishan stepped closer to her and put his arms around her shapely body. Her growing belly pressed into him. He let his hands drop to her perfect ass. "And there's no one I'd rather kiss to ring in the new year."

"You're so sweet, pumpkin." Anushka put her arms around his shoulders and rested her head against his. The floral smell of his shampoo filled her nose. "But maybe I should still kiss your father at midnight. It's tradition." She didn't move. The tick-tock of that great clock echoed through the house.

"Dad's dumb. Stay with me." He squeezed her butt, taking big handfuls of each cheek through her dress.

"Yes, your father is a bit dumb. I don't know why I didn't see it before." Anushka sighed. "But still, maybe I should go back --" She was interrupted by the chiming of the clock. The spartan den shook, and vibrated with each sonorous peal, almost like it wasn't really there at all.

"Too late, Mom." Krishan turned his face to hers and found her lips with his. Mother and son stood pressed together, as the house swooned around them. In the distance, they could hear the crowd cheering in the living room.





Midnight passed, and they still stood with their lips locked. Neither noticed the Victorian woman sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room.

"Go on," Nayanthara whispered.

Anushka broke the kiss. "We have to get back to the party." She put her finger on Krishan's handsome chin. "Don't look so dejected. What kind of mother would I be if I left you high and dry? Do you think you can finish quickly?"

"Yeah." Krishan nodded eagerly.

"Good boy." Anushka turned, lifted her dress, and put her hands against the wall. "Do you want my pussy or my butt, sweetie?"

"Those are some fancy panties. Are they for Dad?" Krishan dropped his pants and underwear and stepped up behind her. He admired the expanse of her ass clad in some lacy red panties.





"I wore them for you, Krish. I thought something like this might happen. Do you like them?" Anushka noticed Nayanthara sitting and watching them. She didn't say anything about it to Krishan. It seemed almost natural to have that phantom in the room at a special moment like New Year's.

"I love them." Krishan pulled her panties down to Anushka's knees. "How about I take your pussy and then your butt?" Krishan rubbed the purplish head of his dick against her pussy lips.

"Whatever you want. But we have to be quick, okay. People will ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Anushka convulsed. Her son had only just slid his penis into her and she was already climaxing.

"This is the year you're gonna have my baby, Mom." Krishan dug his fingers into her hips and got into a good rhythm.





"Yeeeessssssss." Anushka came out of her orgasm, pleasure tingling all over her body.

"And Dad thinks it's his." Krishan looked over at her wedding ring pressed up against the wall. Whatever those diamonds had symbolized when Ganesh had first put them on her finger had crumbled almost completely. "But it's not his baby."

"No ... not his ... uh ... uh ... you're going to be ... a father ..." Anushka arched her back for him. "You're only eighteen ... but you're ... growing our family ... Krish." The rhythmic slap of her wide butt against his narrow hips filled the room.





"This is the year of ... ah ... ah ... ah ... babies." Krishan was really getting into it. He noticed Nayanthara for the first time sitting in the armchair. She smiled encouragement at him. He smiled back. "I don't want to ... use those condoms, Mom. Not with ... anyone."

"Oh, gosh." Anushka had a hard time denying that she wanted him to spread his seed.

"I'm going to knock up everyone."

"Not ... everyone." Anushka trembled, another climax on the way. "Not ... your sister."

"Shriya wants it, Mom. Don't ... ugh ... you want our family ... to grow more?"





"Oh ... yeeessssssssss." The orgasm seized Anushka. Her mind spiraled away from her. When she came back down from the clouds, her son's monstrous cock was in her ass.

"I'm going to ... breed ... Shriya ... too." Krishan's hips fell out of rhythm. His mom had asked him to be quick, and all the talk about babies had really pushed him toward the edge. "Tell me you want me to put a baby in her. This is the year of babies, Mom."

"Yes ... ugh ... ugh ..." Anushka grunted like a hog. Her son was so deep in her guts. "The year of ... ugh ... babies. Put ... a baby ... ooohhhhh ... in your sister."





"Cummmminnnngggg." Krishan let out a series of soft grunts and unloaded in his mom's ass.

Nayanthara clapped her hands in excitement and faded away.

It took several minutes before Krishan could bring himself to pull out. "Wow. That was perfect."

"Yes ..." Anushka still panted. "It was." She automatically turned, got to her knees, and cleaned him off with her tongue. It didn't bother her in the least that that huge thing had just been in her ass. How strange.





"Did you mean it?" Krishan reached down and gently caressed her pretty face as she finished up his cleaning. "Can Shriya and I ...?"

"Oh, Krish." Anushka gave his penis one last kiss and pulled up his underwear and pants, tucking his thing away under his waistband. "I just can't say no to you." She stood up and straightened out her panties and dropped her dress down over her legs. "I'll think about it, okay?"

"Thanks, Mom." Krishan leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He knew when she said that it was as good as yes. "You're the best mom ever."

"And don't forget it." Anushka slapped his scrawny butt and moved him toward the door. "Now let's get back to our party." Anushka shivered as she thought about being a good hostess with a gallon of her son's cum up her ass. They walked out into the hall and rejoined the party.





To be continue...