Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Several days passed quietly as Krishan mustered the courage to ask his mother for what he needed. He finally made his move Sunday afternoon. His dad was having his nap down on the sofa in the basement while football played in the background. His sister was out with some friends. He found his mom in the library, shelving books. Krishan stopped in the doorway. He took in the swell of her ample sideboob under her stained t-shirt and the womanly curves that her hips and butt presented in her jeans as she reached for a high shelf. She was a beautiful woman. He realized he'd always known this, but had placed those thoughts deep in the far-reaches of his mind.



"Hi, Mom." Krishan stepped into the room and stood next to a stack of paperbacks.

"Hello, pumpkin." Anushka tucked the book onto the shelf and turned to face her son. Her smile faded when she saw his face. "What's wrong?"

"Remember how you said to come to you if anything changed with ... my thing?" Krishan looked at the floor. "Well, it hurts and I can't seem to finish no matter how hard I try."

"Oh, dear." Anushka swept her brown hair out of her face. "Our  wouldn't approve of my saying this, but have you tried the internet?" Anushka tugged at the neck of her t-shirt. "You know ... porn?"

"I've tried."

"Oh, I see." Anushka thought for a minute. "Maybe it's time to go see that doctor."

"No, Mom. I know how expensive that is. And with all the house repairs ... I think I just need a little help to finish."



"You mean me?" She put her hand to her breast.

Krishan nodded.

"I touched you the one time so we could find you the right underwear." Anushka took an unconscious step toward Krishan. "To do it again would be a sin."

"Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from Him." Krishan smiled. "To help me is to help Him."

Anushka was going to refuse him again, but a sudden shift in energy flowed through her. She felt almost as if she stood before him in a dress and corset, rather than her ragged work clothes. "Oh, Krish. You always had a way with words. I can't believe I'm going to do this." She walked past Krishan and closed the library door. "We have to be quick. Your father will be up soon." She looked around the room but didn't see anything to catch the coming mess. "This old t-shirt will have to do as a rag." She pulled her shirt off and held it in her hand. Her breasts wobbled in their supportive bra. "Eyes up here, mister."

"Sorry, Mom." Krishan unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. His dick was hard and poking out the top of his underwear.



"Those mini-boxers look very supportive." Anushka stepped in front of Krishan and lowered herself to her knees. "They almost contain your hard thing." She giggled as she reached up and pulled down his underwear. Her giggles stopped dead when his penis sprung out in front of her. The purple head swayed only inches from her face. A small drop of precum dripped down. "Good, Lord. I hope this is the right thing to do."

"It is, Mom." Krishan stepped out of his underwear and stood before her in only his shirt. "It really hurts." Krishan knew that lying was also a sin, but despite his upbringing, he didn't have much of the fear of God in him.

"Let's get this done." She put her shirt by her knee, reached out with both hands, and placed them on his thing. It was astoundingly thick and the bulging veins pulsed slightly under her fingers. She carefully stroked him back and forth. Her dream from the other night came back to her. Nayanthara and her son Sunny copulating in this very room. Had that actually happened, or was her mind overwhelmed by life's changes? One thing Anushka knew, she'd never cheat on her husband. Especially with her own son. No amount of sweet talk could make that happen. "It's a very manly tool, Krish." Her hands moved faster on the shaft.

"Like Dad's?"

"Different." Anushka shook her head and looked up at her handsome son. "Let's not talk about your father. I don't think he'd approve of this."

"Yeah." Krishan put his hands on his hips and looked down at his mother's pretty face and her jiggling boobs inside her bra. "Probably not." He was happy Nayanthara had forced him to do this. His mom's handjob was quickly becoming his new favorite moment in this house.



They were quiet for a while as Anushka worked Krishan's dick. His precum had made his cock slick and the sound of wet hands sliding on skin was all they heard for a while.

"I see what you mean about not being able to finish. Are you close, Krish?" Anushka looked up at him with plaintive eyes. She wanted to complete her task before Ganesh woke and tracked them down.

Krishan grunted and shook his head.

"Oh, my. Well ..." She looked back down at the organ in front of her. "My mouth isn't cheating, right? And by helping you, I'm helping Him."

"Right ... uh ... Mom."

Just like that, she leaned forward and took him into her warm mouth. She rarely did this for Ganesh, and his thing was so different from Krishan's thing. It was awkward at first, but she persisted. She gave little bobs with her head, not daring to try to take more than the head. Eventually, she swirled her tongue too. After a while, she decided it wasn't so bad. Even the salty taste of his precum was something of a delight in its own way. "Mmmmmmmmmm." She groaned and murmured around his fat, purple head. She could see her wedding ring as it bounced and blurred with her hand's movement in front of her. It was okay, her mouth wasn't cheating.



The library was now filled with slurping and popping sounds. Nayanthara, unnoticed, watched from the shadows by the closet. She never tired of witnessing a mother's first suck of her son's cock. The spectacle was pure magic. Such moments were worth every bit of the Devil's due. The only thing better than watching a mother teeter on the edge, was watching her fall.