Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

MHP-6


"If it's bride is my wife, the house takes my life," Maxamed rocked back and forth on his sofa, whispering to himself in the dark room. "It's a colonizer. My nation but its plantation. The house will furrow into her soil a crop of toil." He wasn't sure what he was saying. "The house will supplant me as it delves her. I have seen it. That is prophesy. I have a foretaste. The house has spoken."


"Maxamed?" Ileana walked into her living room and switched on the light. "Who are you talking to?"


"No one, my darling." Maxamed stood, took his wife's hand, and gently kissed her dark knuckles. "You are radiant this evening."


"You are acting so strange. I think the Anushka' place still pulls at your mind, husband." She drew her hand away from him gently. "Maybe I should go back there and see if I can get us some closure."





"No, no, no," Maxamed hissed. "Never go back there. It wants you." He looked around the room like a hunted animal. "Where are the children?"


"At my mother's." Ileana sighed. She missed the kids. They were always at her parents' recently.


"Good, good." Maxamed nodded and leaned onto Ileana's shoulder with all his weight. "You are mine and it cannot have you," he whispered in her ear. "I have seen what it would do, and you would never be the same."


"There, there, Maxamed." Ileana patted him on the back tenderly and steered him toward their room. "I am yours, never fear. Let's get you to bed. It's late."


"Yes, I fear it is too late." Maxamed let his wife guide him to bed and tuck him in. "But maybe I can change the course of things to come."


"Maybe." Ileana kissed her husband on the cheek. "Now get some rest. You'll feel better in the morning."


~~


"Mom?" Krishan looked over at his bedside clock. It was almost morning. "Wake up." He and his mother had really gone at it last night, and she'd fallen asleep still mounted on him. His dick was big enough to stay inside her even when soft. Krishan ran his hands down her soft sides and over the wonderful curve of her hips. Her large breasts pressed into his clavicle, and her head rested on the pillow with her mouth right next to his ear. He could hear her gentle breathing as she slept. "It's almost morning, Mom. You have to go back to Dad."





"What ... what was that ... pumpkin?" Anushka opened her eyes. It took her a moment to figure out where she was. When she realized it was her son's room, her blood froze. "What time is it?" Goodness, was that his soft penis still inside her vagina? Her pussy gave an involuntary squeeze. Oh, no, and he was growing.


"It's four-thirty." Krishan's fingers pressed into the soft, pliable flesh of her butt even as he knew she needed to leave.


"Oh, dear, oh, dear." Anushka lifted her hips and pulled him out of her. Cold semen ran down her legs. "I was worried this would happen. If your father ever found out ..." She picked up her bra and panties, finding them on the floor in the moonlight. The cold air sent goosebumps along her arms and legs. She wrapped her nakedness in a robe. "I have to go, sweetie." Anushka turned for the door.


"Bye, Mom. I love you."


"I love you, too." Anushka turned back to the bed and hurried over to Krishan. She kissed him on the lips and on his soft cheek, then rushed for the door. "I'll see you at breakfast in a few hours." She looked back over her shoulder as she opened the door and could see her eighteen-year-old son's penis very hard again and sticking up in the air. It was such a beautiful sight.


"Mom?"


"Yeah?" Anushka stopped in the doorway.


"Remember that time we did it after you were running on the treadmill in the basement?" Krishan watched her soft, pretty face hovering in the shadows.


"Yeah." Anushka shivered when she thought about how he had taken her from behind on their washing machine.


"Could you, maybe ... um ... go for a run naked on the treadmill when I get home from college?"



"Naked? No, I can't do that. My breasts need support. And your father will be home this afternoon, and so will your sister for that matter. Why would you even ask such a thing?" Her question came out harsher than intended.


"Sorry." Krishan hung his head. "I just thought it would be sexy."


"Sexy?" The thought of pleasing her insatiable teenager was still quite new and titillating to Anushka. He really did want her. "Maybe another time, okay?"


"Okay." Krishan watched her robed figure disappear out the door. He needed to fap. Just thinking about her jiggly body on that treadmill sent waves of pleasure through his nerves.


~~


"Do you hear that, honey?" Ganesh stopped working on a drywall patch in the guest bedroom, kneeling on the floor and listening.


"What?" Anushka paused as she made the bed. Karun and Hansika would be staying with them tomorrow night, and she wanted the guest room ready for them. She listened to the house. "It sounds like ticking. It's a clock, Ganesh." She finished tucking in the top sheet.


"I know it's a clock." Ganesh put down his tools, took off his gloves, and stood. The way his wife filled that dress was otherworldly. It hurt his heart to gaze on her beauty. "But we don't have a grandfather clock. Or any ticking clock for that matter." He moved up behind her and grabbed her wide hips. His hand moved up her belly. There was more of a curve there than he remembered. Maybe those larger breasts were a harbinger of more fat to come. Ganesh didn't care.


"Stop, Ganesh. I'm making the bed." Anushka pushed his hands away. "Maybe it's water dripping somewhere." But Anushka knew it was a clock. She'd never seen it, but she'd heard it for months.


"I hope not. Can you imagine that disaster?" He spun her around and kissed his wife on the lips.


"You're filthy from work, Ganesh. Maybe later." Anushka half-heartedly pushed him away again.


"You look too good, Anu." With a smile, Ganesh pushed her down on the bed, lifted her dress, and mounted her.


"You need a condom." But Anushka didn't insist on it. She let him have his way. It was only fair that he got a turn after what his son had done to her last night.





"I'll be ... careful." Ganesh pulled her panties aside and entered her. Three minutes later, he lay panting on top of her, completely spent. "How was that?"


"Amazing," Anushka lied. She'd barely felt him. It had ended almost before it began. She'd spent so much of her life thinking that sex with Ganesh was good sex. She'd been so wrong. "Now get off, I have to make the bed again."


"Give me a ... minute." Ganesh huffed and puffed.


"Your son and daughter-in-law are sleeping here tomorrow. In this  bed. Have you no shame, Gani?" Anushka swatted at his shoulder playfully, thinking of all the times Krishan had destroyed her pussy in Ganesh and Anushka's marital bed.


"None." Ganesh rolled off his wife and pulled up his pants. "Back to work, I guess."



~~


"Dude, your sister-in-law is here again." Hassan nudged Krishan as he watched the gorgeous blonde woman stroll across the library. She was perfectly put together with a black purse slung over her shoulder, a knee-length green dress that hugged her curves wonderfully, and just a touch of makeup. Hassan tried not to drool.