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[Krishan202]

"If you get any more beautiful, Anu, you'll burn a hole in my heart." Ganesh kissed her rosy cheek and looked down at the frying pan. "Speaking of which, we better get that exhaust fan working. This smells great, but we don't want grease all over our new kitchen."

"Our partially new kitchen, you mean."

"Our soon to be completely new kitchen, I mean." Ganesh gave her butt another satisfying smack and went to pour himself some coffee. "Don't miss me too much today, Anu."

"Don't worry, honey," Anushka said. "I'll have Krish to keep me company while you two are gone." The sudden unbidden image of Krishan's enormous penis flashed in Anushka's mind. She blinked and willed the thought away. "Back to normal, back to normal," she muttered.



"What was that, dear?" Ganesh took a long sip of hot coffee.

"Nothing, Ganesh. I hope you and Shriya have fun today." Anushka couldn't quite seem to get the image of her son's throbbing penis out of her mind. Maybe a good nap would really do her some good.
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Krishan tried to get up the courage to ask his mother for more help with his dick, just as Nayanthara wanted. But he put it off and put it off. Instead, when she went down for a nap, he took the opportunity to fap. Maybe once he came, he'd have the courage to ask her for a titjob. But honestly, he didn't know how she'd ever say yes.

Naked, sitting in his desk chair, he opened up the computer folder with pictures of  women. He hadn't found a model yet that really looked like Nayanthara, but these women helped him fantasize. Pretty soon he was really going at it, both hands on his dick and looking at a particularly busty, freckled woman. Maybe after his mom's nap he'd ask her for what Nayanthara wanted. Hopefully they'd still have enough time before the other half of the family arrived home.



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In her dream, Anushka walked out of the Mansion on a beautiful morning, the sun streaming down. There were trees around the house she did not recognize. She twirled in her dress, so happy for modern fashion with the abandonment of the bustle. These new dresses beautifully flared from her waist all the way to the ground. A carriage waited for her, the horses eager and whinnying. She took her husband's right hand in her left and walked down the merry front path. The scent of spring blossoms hung in the air. Her husband was a tall man she recognized from somewhere, but couldn't quite place him. It seemed she should know her husband, she thought. He was handsome and barrel chested, with a mustache, top hat, and long jacket.

"Who's the father, Anu." Her husband's grip became a vice on her hand and Anushka shrieked in pain.



"I don't know what you mean, Vijay." Anushka hollered as the bones in her hand popped. As things do in dreams, it became clear his name was Vijay. This was Vijay Varma. The thought seared into Anushka's brain. The delicate bones in her left hand broke one by one as Vijay squeezed harder and harder. Anushka screamed. "Please ..."

"Is it the boy?" Vijay turned his dark eyes on her and there was nothing behind them. Only a deep, unending blackness. "Give him succor now. Protect him as you will. But if it is he that planted that pernicious seed, I will away with you both."

Anushka sat up in bed gasping for air, clutching her blanket to her naked breasts. What a terrible nightmare. She managed to catch her breath and then looked at the bedside clock. It was eleven in the morning. Such a horrific dream for such a short nap. She held up her left hand and thought she could see the red imprint of fingers along the back slowly fading away. She made a fist and released it, looking at her wedding ring. Her hand was fine. It was just a dream. There was no red handprint now. She must have imagined it.



"Krish," she whispered to herself. "I must succor my child." Anushka climbed out of bed, her naked breasts bouncing. The words that escaped her mouth seemed both foreign and completely at home. "Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from Him," Anushka whispered. She only wore her panties and that would never do, so Anushka scanned the room. She found one of her husband's large t-shirts and threw it on, giving her some modesty. "To help Krish is to help Him. And God asks for the aid of the righteous." On bare feet, Anushka padded out of her room and down the long hall. She didn't know where she was going.

Once at the other end of the hall, she looked around. Why was she there? The stairs went up to the east tower just before her, but Shriya was at the library with her father. There was a bathroom to her left, but she didn't need that. A soft grunting sound came muffled through Krishan's bedroom door. Succor the child. Anushka knew what she needed to do.

A bath towel hung by the shower in the bathroom. Anushka stepped in there and grabbed it. She then crossed the hall and opened Krishan's door without knocking.

Anushka should have been shocked, embarrassed, or at least disturbed by what she saw, but all she could think was that Krishan needed her help. He sat naked in his desk chair, looking at a picture of a voluptuous, naked woman on his computer monitor. Both hands furiously pumped at that hard, giant penis between his legs. Sweat beaded on his arms, shoulders, and face. His cheeks were red with the effort of his task. His hands stopped when his mother barged in, but they still held onto the veiny shaft. He made no effort to hide or cover himself. Instead he pivoted his chair to face her.

"You can't get it to come out, can you?" Anushka stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. "I think God sent me a dream so that I'd help you."

"What?" Krishan glanced back at the picture of the naked with huge boobs and freckles. He then looked back at his mom. "Oh, yeah. I do need help." Krishan finally registered what she was wearing. One of his dad's big t-shirts and completely bare legs. Because the t-shirt hung so low, he couldn't even tell if she had panties on.



"Okay, pumpkin." Anushka flashed a brief, nervous smile. "Mom's on the job." She took a step into the room and stopped. She twisted the towel in both hands. "Unless ... it's too weird for you ... you know ... having me touch you again."

"No, it's okay." Krishan thought of Nayanthara and wanted very much to make the dead woman happy. "The last time you did it, I felt so much better afterward."