Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Karan found his wife sleeping in their guest bed. He shook her awake. "What are you doing, Hansika?"

Her eyes fluttered open. "I was having the most wonderful dream." Her lips fell in a frown as her vision focused on her husband. "Oh, Karan. I was just taking a nap."

"I can see that." Karan furrowed his brows. "We've been looking all over for you. We thought you went for a walk and got lost. Krishan said you were crying. Was the little shit lying?"

"No, I ..." A far-off look clouded her eyes. "Krishan's not a little shit. He's a ... a ..."

"Douchebag?"

"Stop it, Karan." Hansika pulled back the covers and stepped out of bed. Her t-shirt went down to about mid-thigh, but she had nothing else on. "What time is it?"



"It's after nine." Karan gave her body a strange look. She seemed different to him. "You missed dinner, but Mom saved you some food."

"Yum." Hansika picked up a pair of panties and pulled them on. They felt tight on her hips.

Hansika tried to shimmy on some jeans, but they wouldn't go past her thighs. "My pants shrunk." She pulled them off and pulled on some yoga pants instead.

"Actually, maybe you should lay off the food. Maybe it's time for a diet." Karan eyed his wife. She didn't look bad, but she was certainly putting on weight. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed before. A cold pit formed in his stomach. Fear gripped his heart. The one thing he couldn't abide was being married to a fatty.



"Stop it, Karan." She playfully swatted his shoulder. "Don't you dare comment on my weight." She slipped on some socks and walked to the door.

"Since when do you tell me what I can't comment on." He followed her out into the hall. The t-shirt covered her butt, but he could tell her ass was wider and rounder than when they'd married.

"Sorry, babe." Hansika looked back at him and forced a smile. "Everything's fine. Everything's normal. Now, I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat."

"Um, okay." Karan followed her down the stairs. "It's late, so I guess we're sleeping here tonight."

"That'll be nice."

"I thought you couldn't stand this house."

"Maybe I've changed my mind." As she thought about it, she realized she had changed. She'd changed quite a bit.



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"What're you reading, Mom?" Krishan walked into the library. A clock somewhere in the house struck twelve, lumbering chimes. Krishan thought it likely the clock belonged to the Nayans and to another time. He was pretty sure his family didn't own a chiming clock. He wondered if anyone else heard it. He closed the door behind him and moved toward his mother.

"It's called First Love." Anushka took off her reading glasses and looked up at her son standing near the closed door.

"What's it about?" Krishan walked awkwardly toward her. He was already hard.

"Well, um ..." Anushka bit her bottom lip and looked down at the book. "It's about a teenager that falls in love with an older woman."



"Oh, cool." Krishan stopped next to the armchair where his mother curled her body. He looked down at the way her dress dipped and swelled over her many curves. It was glorious. "Does she love him back?"

"Well, no. She doesn't." Anushka looked up into Krishan's eyes and knew why he'd sought her out for. "Not like me, I suppose."

"Well, I guess I'm luckier than that dude." His hands moved to his waist to unbutton his pants. "Where's Dad?"

"He's sleeping." Anushka stole a quick glance at the closed door. "But we've got a full house tonight." She wagged a finger at his crotch. "We can't do that here."

"Really?" Krishan went ahead and unbuttoned his pants. He lowered the zipper. "Everyone's asleep. No one's gonna know." He dropped his pants around his ankles and lowered his boxers. He watched his dick spring out.

"My, gosh." Anushka stared at his monster, taking in all thirteen inches. She glanced at the door again, and then back to the twitching penis. "I don't know, Krish." She took a deep breath. "Well ... um ... maybe ..." Anushka bit her bottom lip. "Can you be quick?" She set her book and glasses on the end table and reached for Krishan.

"I think so." He watched her soft, pretty face lean over to his dick and slide the head past her lips. Little crow's feet formed by her eyes as she contorted her mouth to suck him in. Her face was so pure, innocent, and loving. His dick was not. Krishan loved seeing the two come together.



"Tell her," Nayanthara's voice whispered in Krishan's ear.

Krishan looked up and saw the Nayan apparition standing behind Anushka, by a bookshelf, gazing down at an open book. It was a dictionary. She looked up at him. He raised his eyebrows quizzically at her and moaned as his mother's tongue swirled around the head.

"I don't remember your word for it. Starts with an S." Nayanthara's pink lips curled into a friendly crescent. She rolled her eyes like she was thinking. "Whatever the word, tell her dark things, Krish. Ribald things."



"Oooohhhhhh, Moooommmmm." Krishan laced his fingers in Anushka's  hair. He shook his head at Nayanthara, realizing that only he could hear her. He didn't want to talk dirty to his mother.

"Mmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhh." Anushka was in heaven helping her teenager cope with his manhood. She felt so important and connected in that moment.

"Women long for coarse discourse." Nayanthara ran her fingers down a page in the dictionary. "We are told to be good and sweet and becoming. But we long to be made a strumpet by a prodigious engine such as you possess. See how she loses herself in the act?"

"Mom?" Krishan looked down at his mother.

Anushka gagged a little as her head bobbed with short, slurping strokes. She milked his thick shaft with her right hand and squeezed her left breast with the other. She gave no indication that she could hear Nayanthara behind her, her eyes shut tight as she worked her son toward climax.



"Tell her ..." Nayanthara's finger stopped on the dictionary's page. "Here we are. The word is slut. Tell her she's a slut."

Krishan shook his head at Nayanthara.

"Careful with your recalcitrance, Krishan." Nayanthara slid the book silently back on the shelf and started over at mother and son with a darkening visage. "Tell her now. Do not make me cross." As her words wound themselves around Krishan's ears, the apparition faded until only Anushka and Krishan were left in the library.

"Uh ... Mom ...?" Krishan loosened his grip on Anushka's hair. "You ... um ... look like a slut."

"Hhhhmmmm?" Anushka spit out Krishan's penis and stopped stroking him. Saliva dangled from her chin. "What did you say?"