Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"How's that, Mom?" Krishan looked back over his shoulder to see Anushka tossing her head back and forth. He leaned forward, planted his hands on the sheet just outside her knees, and slammed his hips into her again and again.


"Won ... wonderful ... aaahhhhhh ... sweetie." Anushka put her hands on his slight butt and pressed her fingernails into his firm flesh. "You're ... hitting ... me ... just right ... oooooohhhhhhhh." Another orgasm rocked Anushka. It seemed like her life was just a series of orgasms recently, each one better than the last.





Krishan went at it like that for a while. He relished the way he drove his mom's backside into the mattress with each thrust, and then she bounced up ever so slightly into the air, only to be caught by the following thrust.


Anushka offered this new position some verbal encouragement at first, but that soon descended into incoherent babbling. When Krishan finally unloaded in her again, she simply grunted and accepted his seed.


As his pulse slowed, Krishan pulled out of his mom and reached for his phone. He turned off the recording, and laid down next to her, with his head on Anushka's left boob. He could hear her heart thumping like a galloping horse.


"I'm the luckiest ... mother in the whole world." Anushka reached her right hand over and gently played with Krishan's blond hair.


"Yeah?" Krishan thought about maybe mentioning Shriya, but he let it slide. Whatever secrets Anushka held from him, he figured she'd share eventually.





"You weren't always easy." She sighed. "But man, what a payoff. I never would have believed such a thing was possible."


"Me either." Krishan enjoyed the slowing beat of her heart and the bitter, potent smell of her sweat. "But I was always easy. Karun was the tough one."


"You were all difficult in your own way." She ruffled his hair, pushed him off her, and slipped out of bed. "Each ... different in your own way." Anushka had a dreamy expression as she pulled on one of her husband's sweatshirts. She searched the floor for her panties and found them near the closet.


"Thank you for the video, Mom." Krishan watched her shimmy her panties up her shapely legs. She was so beautiful his heart hurt to look at her. But, of course, he couldn't look away.





"You're welcome, pumpkin." Anushka turned for the door, stopped with her hand on the knob, and gave Krishan a serious look. "It goes without saying that you have to keep that video safe. If your father ever saw it, he'd ..." Her voice trailed away.


"He'd probably die of a heart attack." Krishan nodded, returning her solemnity. "I'll make sure Dad never sees it. I'll keep it hidden."


"Thank you, Krish." Anushka smiled, opened the door, and slipped out into the hall. She could feel her pussy leaking into her panties. She'd have to get herself cleaned off and cleaned out before returning to bed. She shut the door behind her and hurried down the hall, accompanied by the tick tock of the persistent, invisible clock.


~~


Sneha watched Krishan walk across the parking lot. He hopped over a little snowbank, adjusted his backpack, and marched down the sidewalk away from the college. It was two hours until the final bell. The rascal had slipped out one of the side doors.





"This sort of truancy won't be tolerated in my college," Sneha said to herself. She thought about calling his parents right then and bringing her in for a conference. But no, maybe not. Sneha tapped her pen on her desk and thought things over. The tales her Thaun had told her about Krishan were beyond salacious. It had taken a while to get those stories out of her son. But once he'd told her he'd seen Krishan with an older woman, Sneha was beyond shocked.


Clearly Anushka  was letting her son run wild, and the best way to rein him in would be a surprise house visit. That always put the fear of God in her students.


That settled, Sneha turned her attention to planning for the debate tournament. So many needs always pushing up against her and demanding her time. She hummed to herself as she went to work.


~~


"Oh, God. That's the ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... hottest thing I've ever seen." Hansika lay on her back on the living room floor. One leg was on the carpet, the other high in the air as Krishan scissored her. She could feel the weight of his balls slap against her upper thigh with each vigorous lunge. Hansika held Krishan's phone above her swaying breasts and watched the screen as Anushka placed her arm next to Krishan's dick. "Damn, Krish. You're ... bigger than her forearm. That's crazy. And your mom ... isn't a small woman."


"Oh, yeah. That was cool. Right?" Krishan's slack jaw tightened as he smiled down at Hansika. He could hear his mom on the recording. "How did I get such a dirty son?" and then all of her oh goshes.


"Yeah, totally cool. You are such a nerd." Hansika glanced up from the screen with alarm, but Krishan didn't seem to care about being called a nerd at the moment. "Does she have sex on camera?"





"Keep watching." Krishan hugged Hansika's leg to his chest and watched her foot flop in the air as he plowed her.