Actress Sex Story Actress Fantasy Roleplays

[hotaks]

Guru-ji: Tomorrow morning we will meet at 06:30 am and I will let you know of your routine in the ashram and your treatment plan. You can go now Kajal.

I went out of the diksha room and went to my room with Sanjeev accompanying me.

Sanjeev: Good night Madam, I will call you at 06:15 am and will also deliver your sterilized undergarments. Nirmal will come with your dinner.

I was feeling very fresh I do not know why may be after that herbal water bath and was very pleased the way Guru-ji performed the puja. I took rest on the cot for sometime. Knock! Knock! Someone was knocking at my door. Since I was lying alone and the blouse that Sanjeev gave for me to wear was too tight, I had opened the hooks and was resting in that fashion, I swiftly buttoned the last three hooks of my blouse and wrapped my sari round me. The first two hooks remained open leaving almost half of my breasts oozing out above my saffron blouse. I was anticipating Nirmal and no one else now, it was nearly 10 o' clock at night, he must have come with the dinner.

My guess my correct and it was the dwarfish disciple, Nirmal, but my other guess was wrong. He did not come with the dinner!

Nirmal: Madam, how was the diksha?

Me: Okay, I really liked Guru-ji's puja.

Nirmal: Jai Linga Maharaj. Keep faith on Guru-ji, he will surpass all obstacles in your life.

He was smiling and his overall appearance amused me again. Frankly I was feeling very fresh with the herbal bath and hot too, as each time I thought of my bathing under such vivid lights, I was getting a faster heart beat. And now seeing this dwarf male once more, I thought of teasing him.

Nirmal: Madam, shall I bring the dinner for you?

Me: No, its only 10:00, I generally have dinner after 10:30 p.m.

I paused and little and then continued without giving him a chance to speak.

Me: But going back to our previous chat, you know, Nirmal, I later thought on your words and you were very right! The size I have grown to, I cannot wear a school uniform skirt. So I take back my words.

It was worth seeing Nirmal's face. The dwarf was looking so desperate and looked even funnier now. He did not expect that I would not allow him a chance on the school uniform topic at all.

Nirmal: But Madam, I mean... you said you would try once.

Me: Yes that was my initial thought, but I buy your words that I would not be able to wear a school skirt, as it will be too tight for my figure.

I avoided direct words denoting to my full-sized body like 'thighs' or 'buttocks'. Nirmal was looking as if he has lost something very precious, but I did not want to discourage him fully and altered the topic.

Me: But Nirmal, I am having a different problem. Can you sort that out?

Nirmal's face was still miserable, to say the least, but he looked up to listen to my problem.

Me: Actually the blouse that Sanjeev have given is not fitting me at all. Can you bring me another one? Nirmal's eyes as if lit up! He probably thought my twin mangoes would be a more enjoyable .

Nirmal: Didn't Sanjeev give you a 34-size blouse?

My eyebrows went up! He knows the size I told to Sanjeev in my interview privately. Everybody in the ashram knows my boob size is 34!

Me: Yes, but it is very tight. I doubt it is of proper size.

Nirmal: No, no Madam. The size is right for sure as we have separate bunch for each size.

Me: Can't be Nirmal, I use 34 blouses for the last two years, but why this one is so tight here?

I subtly pointed my hand to my fully developed milk tanks, as I wanted to provoke him a bit. Nirmal also took the opportunity and his face was again looking humorous with his jaws slightly drooping down.

Nirmal: Madam, since these are readymade blouses, you are feeling the tightness.

I was yet again getting peculiar fun playing with words with this middle-aged dwarf. I had neither talked to any male like this before, not had been in such a situation as in this ashram.

Me: Nirmal, it's so tight, I could not button the top hook.

Nirmal now looked directly to my youthful braless boobs and seemed as if he was trying to visualize my posture standing in front of him with the top hook open of my blouse. And in fact, if I actually had pulled my sari pallu down my condition was hugely indecent. I was not wearing a bra and through the ultra-tight blouse my nipples were distinctly visible and since the top hook of my blouse was open, I was advertising adequate cleavage show.

Nirmal: Oh Madam, then its really a problem. How can you be in that position? Shall I arrange another one for you Madam?

He seemed so worried for this housewife!

Me: Its already nighttime Nirmal and I will take my clothes off and wear the nightgown. So I do not require another blouse now.

I wanted to see his reaction to such direct comments. His comic facial expression was added on by a slight bulge in his crotch area. I felt a raced beat in my heart noticing this. Nirmal: Okay Madam. You can change in my absence and by that time I will bring you the dinner.

It was a crafty thinking from Nirmal's part I thought for his visual pleasure, as he knew I had no undies to wear and would look rather sexy that way in any nightdress whatsoever. I nodded to him, thinking that if I do not look decent enough, I will not wear it in front of him. He went off to bring my dinner.

I closed the door behind Nirmal and went to the cupboard where the nightdress that Sanjeev gave was kept. I seriously did not notice it previously. Now taking it in my hands I felt pretty secured that it was not any flimsy dress. It was also saffron colored, coarse material cloth stitched like a short nighty. It was with sleeves, thank god, and appeared decent to me though the length was short.

I did not go to the toilet as the room door was closed and started changing into it. I was nude in a flash and was much relieved opening that tight blouse though a couple of hooks were open throughout Nirmal's presence. My boobs were actually paining as the blouse cups were very tight on my youthful peaks. I wore the nighty over my head and looked in the mirror. The rough materials of the nighty touching my nipples made them harden instantly. Never in my life did I get a turn on so many times in a day like this.

Little did I know then that this was nothing in comparison to what's been waiting for me!

The dress was quite flowing and as the material was thick enough, my mature figure was not very evident through it. The dress ended just below my knees and hence I was not feeling too much exposed. After having looks at my figure wearing the nighty from different angles, I was quite convinced that am not looking vulgar without my undergarments. The only problem was my swollen nipple impressions, which no one standing in front of me could miss, especially any male. But I thought there was no way I could hide that and waited for Nirmal.

In no time, Nirmal was back. He was holding a tray that had my dinner, which included chapatis, dal, and vegetable. He was ogling at me I noticed and I tried to limit my movements to restrain the jiggling movement of my round, freely hanging breasts.

Nirmal: I can wait and you can have your dinner and if you want anything more I can bring that.

Me: So kind of you Nirmal.

I pulled the table on which the dinner was kept near the cot and sat on the cot to have the food. But as soon as I sat I became very conscious as my nighty rose up a fair distance exposing my knees completely. And without even looking up to him, I could bet Nirmal's eyes were glued to my exposed legs and knees.

Nirmal: Madam, you take your dinner and I will sit here.

Saying that without even giving me any chance to stop, he sat on the floor some feet away from me. Initially I thought that since they lead a sagacious life, they are habituated to sit on the floor and moreover, there was no chair in the room, so Nirmal sat on the ground. But the next moment I comprehended the wickedness of this dwarf. Being a small man his eye level is itself much lower than normal males and now sitting on the floor, he was actually getting an upskirt view.

I was extremely alert the next moment, as I was not wearing a panty even and closed my legs as far as possible. I tried to stretch the cloth of the nighty a bit lower, but my plump ass was not allowing that. I looked down at Nirmal and his eyes were on my legs, but there was a dissatisfied facial expression also as I had closed my legs and believe me, it again made me smile. It was so funny looking.

I finished my dinner as quickly as possible and went to the toilet to wash hands. Since Nirmal was seated still, he enjoyed a very appealing rear view of my swaying buttocks in that short nighty from a low angle, which was accented when I had to bend to pick up the towel from the floor, which was kept for drying purpose, but dropped somehow from the wall hook. Believe me, it was not a deliberate effort from my end at all, but that dwarf was lucky enough to get an unrestricted view of my prominent inviting ass cheeks as the material of the nighty stretched as I had to bend down.

Nirmal left within some moments after that with the tray and bid me "good night". But his eyes said as if he was rewinding my bending down posture in his mind. I was feeling very uncomfortable as a woman. When he left, I went to bed, but was restless. I was constantly thinking did I cross the limit in front of Nirmal, what did he saw actually, was I looking too indecent in that bent position? Ultimately I got out of bed and went to the toilet straight and reproduced the scene before the mirror, as the toilet-mirror was almost life size, as I told before.

I bent down to touch the wet floor of the toilet and looked through my legs at the mirror behind. Oh my god! I am looking so very tempting in that pose with my full round buttocks on display with my nighty rising up as well exposing my fair legs adequately. Any male would love to see a matured woman in that compromising pose. I was shocked to see a slight hint of my long ass crack also through the nighty! It was natural though as I was not wearing a panty. I was feeling so ashamed, so guilty, and cursed myself. After some moments I went to bed somewhat dejected with me and with the mantra to be 'more careful' on the future days in the ashram. I muttered "Jai Linga Maharaj" for my actual goal, of conceiving a child, several times before going to sleep.

To be continued...

 

[hotaks]

#A Night of Error part -- 2

Nivetha came back to reality from her reminiscence. She proceeded towards the corridor, and stopped near the bed room of her elder brother Aditya. She rapped the door with hard knocking, and said in a loud voice, "Bhabhi (Sister in- law)...Wake up...wake up...it is morning...papa is waiting for tea in the Terrace. Mom has already prepared the tea, and kept it in kitchen room. Now, she is in Puja Room, and I am going to take bath. Please serve the tea to papa immediately."

Then she left for Bathroom.

-- -- -- -

Adity was 26 years old, very fair and tall like his father Viswanath. He had a masculine figure, and athlete body. He was a C.A.(Charted Accountant) in a big Corporate House in New Delhi. He was married to Nazriya, a Bengali girl, a stunningly beautiful white complexioned slim girl. She had sharp features with modern look, and she was slim. She was 33/26/35 in size. They had been married for 1 year and were the best couple made for each other. Nazriya was also working as IT Expert for a MNC (Multi National Company) based in Japan. She was the Head of its Branch in New Delhi. Since both of them were based on New Delhi, after marriage, they moved in to Aditya's Apartment which was provided by the Company. It was very big for them. It was a well furnished Apartment having 3 nos of Bed Rooms with full amenities. Being newly married couple, and without intervenes by anybody, they would make love all the time except office hours. Nazriya would move inside the Apartment only with panties and Bra. Aditya would wear only Boxer with bare upper body. Whenever they will have mood, they will fuck randomly.

In the night, at the time of going to bed, they will be stark naked like Adam & Eve. Now, it had been a week, both of them had come to Dhanbad for the marriage ceremony of Nivetha. The freedom of their love & Romance is restricted now at home, because of the presence of Aditya's parents, and other Relatives congregated for marriage ceremony, and it was difficult for them to come closer each other in front of others.

Aditya was very cautious to make a safe distance from Nazriya in front of family members. Nazriya, being the Daughter in law of the family was very careful, because of the presence of lot of Relatives, who were closely watching her always. Being the eldest son, Aditya had the responsibilities to help his father for making arrangements as it was a very big event in their household.

Vijay, the neighbor boy was like a younger brother to him, and he was assisting him in all affairs. Vijay was also his discreet and confident. Aditya would not take wine in front of his father, but in Delhi, every evening Nazriya would prepare a peg for him. Usually, Nazriya would not take drinks but with much insistence from Aditya, she would take small pegs occasionally.

Last night, his father called him along with Vijay, and they discussed till midnight about the details of arrangement of catering, music arrangement, and Decoration of flowers. After meeting is over, his father left for bed. Then, Aditya requested Vijay to wait for a moment. He went to his bed room, and found his wife Nazriya in deep slumber. He glanced towards her, a sleeping Beauty. Silently, he opened up his Travelling Bag, picked out the Bottle of Scotch, and entered in to the Room where Vijay was waiting for him.

"Vijay, prepare pegs for you and me, I am dead tired and exhausted," he said to Vijay.

Vijay was very much hesitant as he admired Aditya as his elder brother. Further, this was suddenly an unexpected surprise to him. He used to take drinks, but only with his close friends.

After seeing his hesitation, Aditya said, "Don't be shy! Vijay, you may be like my younger brother, but you are no longer a kid and we all are grown up...let us enjoy in the name of Nivetha."

Their drinking rounds went up to 2 'O' Clock night, consuming almost 4 nos of pegs each. Then, Vijay left. Being intoxicated, Vijay preferred to sleep on Sofa. Around 4.30 AM in early morning, suddenly, he woke up, and entered in to his bed room. It was still dark and every one in his house hold was in deep sleep.

He found Nazriya in deep sleep, in the similar condition, when he had seen her in the early night. She had only changed her sleeping position. She was in blue colored loose Capri (Lower dress covered from waist to knees) and sleeveless Tops in contrast to white hands, and legs coming out from the dress. With her breathing, her Boobs were also moving up and down rhythmically. He was very horny by seeing this. He bent over the couch, near lower portion of Nazriya.

She was sleeping in the side position, placing her right hand below the right side of the head, and her wide rounded butt was bulged to invite him. He touched her butt above the Capri. Then, he silently moved down her Capri up to knees. She was not wearing any panty inside. He was very cautious while trying to pull down the Capri not to wake her up.

A white flash of something brazened his eyes. The pair of white widened fleshy ass cheeks was popped off. He parted the ass cheeks, and could see the ass hole, and slight parts of her pussy. He parted the pussy lips which had a velvet red color inside. He slowly put his index finger, and touched the clitoris, which was hidden below within the folded pussy lips. He went down and started licking the clitoris. There was a slight movement of Nazriya, and she changed her sleeping position, turned on her back, thus turned towards him. He was holding his dick which was getting out of control.

She was extremely beautiful and sleeping very sexily. Her loose tops had slipped upwards from her long stomach, and a partial lower portion of Boobs were protruding from the tops. The Boobs were still standing straight, erect, and gazing at the ceiling of the room. The solid and beautiful rounded juicy mangoes were inviting him for a bite. She was not wearing any Bra inside her tops. The Bed lights coming from the above was enough to show her beautiful body, and curves. He sat down beside her on the bed and watched her beauty from close by.

 

[hotaks]

He was getting out of control, and his erection had become straight and was stiff. He slowly crawled on to the bed, and slept beside her. He turned towards her, and slowly kept his hands on her soft long tummy. His hands now were slowly moving over her tummy. He had to be careful not to wake her up. He was feeling her stomach, its softness, and started to press it gently. His erection was very tight. He reached the navel, and put his one finger inside her plump fleshy navel. He lay there motionless enjoying it for few moments. After some times, he moved his hands a little below her navel, cupped the protruding belly, and started rubbing it silently. He was doing all this very slowly step by step, and he was very careful not to disturb the sleep of Nivetha. It was a heavenly feeling for him.

Then, he moved his hands a little below on her pussy, and just felt the silky pubic hairs around it. The two huge fleshy boobs were under his hands. They were very tight as well as soft. His erection had also become very tight as if it would explode now with all it contained. He started gripping one of her breasts with his palm. He could feel its softness in his hand. He began to gently squeeze her breasts.

She moved slightly, let out a feeble moan, and again went in to deep sleep. He located her nipples and started to draw circles around it, along the areola. He noticed that this action sent shivers through out her body. He took a nipple between his thumb and index fingers, and started pressing it gently at first. The Boobs were huge with big areola and puffy nipples. He exchanged with her other boob for his fondling.

He closed the door, switched on the dim bed light, and laid himself close to her. She was looking very sexy, and at that moment, he closely watched her every parts.

He placed his legs over her thighs, near her pussy. She never reacted to his moves. Under the cover of darkness, he touched her pussy. Then she opened her eyes. She was awaked.

"You look very sexy in this dress," he said.

"Really!" She said. She was staring at his hard cock.

She spread her legs apart as he started fingering her pussy. He got up and made the lights on. There on the bed, lay his beautiful sexy wife. He bent down, and started sucking her pussy. As he sucked her pussy, she reached her orgasm in his mouth. She then started sucking his Dick, taking it deep down her throat.

She turned downward and slept on stomach position.

Aditya bent the both knees of legs of Nazriya upward, and started parting the two thighs by holding the two calves. He immediately knelt down to keep the balance, so that the legs would not fall down. He quickly grabbed her ass, and inserted his erected cock in her pussy from back by giving a hard push. He pushed his hard cock in her wet flowing pussy.

"Pucchhhhhhhhhhhh," a sound came, and his cock was now inside her pussy. He jerked her deep, and she responded by moving her ass up and down with the rhythm of his fucking. She was moaning. Aditya never wanted an early pregnancy of Nazriya as they had to enjoy for more years in future. He felt the urge of coming, so he withdrew his dick from the pussy hole, and Nivetha started sucking it.

"I am coming...coming," saying this, Aditya cummed inside her mouth holding her head tightly.

He removed the cock, and noticed that a stream of his cum was oozing out from the side of her mouth. She wiped out it with her left hand. The rest of cum, she gulped inside her stomach. Then they both embraced each other with kissing, and were unknown when the slept has overcome them. They fell asleep for few hours

-- --- --There was a sharp knocking at the door. Both of them awoke at the same time with sleepy eyes. Aditya heard the voice of Nivetha,"Bhabhi, (Sister in- law)...wake up...wake up..It is morning...papa is waiting for tea in the Terrace. Mom has already prepared the tea and kept it in kitchen room. She is in Puja Room, and I am going to take bath. Please serve the tea to papa immediately."

Nazriya pushed herself up from the couch. Aditya was awaken by Nazriya easing herself out of bed. He pretended to still be asleep, assumed she was looking for her cloths, and would be leaving. She hurriedly woke up, put on her Capri, and opened the door. She went to kitchen room, poured the tea in to cup, placed the cup in Tray, and proceeded towards Terrace where her Father in law was waiting for her.

Since, she was the newlywed Daughter in law of the house, she made it a point during her brief staying there to take care of every small needs of her In laws, creating an impression of her being a dutiful Daughter in law. After her departure, Aditya also got up and put on his Boxer and T Shirt.

- -- -- -- --

 

[hotaks]

"Papa," a sweet voice was heard from nearby. Viswanath was so merged in news paper that he heard no footstep of his Daughter in law Nazriya, who was waiting with a cup of tea in Tray, and standing beside him.

"Oh! Yes," he said. He kept the news paper aside, and glanced towards his Daughter in law.

"Good morning, Papa," said Nazriya, parting her very sexy natural rosy lips with a captivating smile showing her small chin. Her narrow jaw opened with prominent glistening pearls of white teeth.

"Good morning, Beta," Viswanath also wished.

Viswanath looked at his Bahu. She was looking stunningly beautiful like fresh morning rose. Nazriya was wearing a loose Capri and sleeveless tops, made of slack materials. Her very smooth white hands and legs visible below knees were protruding from the dress.

She appeared to be in disheveled stage, silky hairs falling on her high forehead with thin line of vermilion, almost wiped out in the parting hair line of middle head, may be due to sleeping. Her two wrists embellished with pairs of two gold Bangles, and 6 nos of green colored glass bangles in between in each of the wrists. She was tall with the height of 5'5", a very pretty, attractive, and beautiful woman. It was wrong to say her a woman, who was just married for only a year, rather she was a girl of 26 years old having a white oval face, with high cheek bones, wide set of black eyes, with thin eye brows, and sharp nose. The radiant sun ray was falling on her face, and she looked like Goddesses of Venus

She bent down to place the cup of tea on the wooden table in front of him. Viswanath noticed her slender white right hand from the sleeveless tops she wore, which had wider arm opening on the side. He noticed the bulging white flash, a part of the boob, and he could see the arm pit with very thin black patch of sprout of hairs, which must have been shaved off before few days.

He took up the cup of tea and said, "Thanks Beta."

She was standing before him. He noticed the bulging Boobs and visible nipples from the Tops. The shape of perky boobs were about to burst out from the tops and was juggling before him. He was sure; she was not wearing any Bra inside. The puffy with pointed nipples were already visible, which were erected upwards. Further carefully, he glanced towards her below waist line.

He also noticed the outline of very wide hips from the Capri. The Capri was sticked to the body from a very narrow waist, and a clear triangle shape had been formed with two fleshy thighs in both sides. She was not wearing a panty. He understood that his Bahu had not worn anything beneath the dress. It was morning, and usually at home in Metro cities, the girls prefer to wear nothing beneath the dress. Ohhh! What a shame but what was to be done, this was the trend of present generation.

Suddenly, he noticed some dried patches below the Triangle shape, half of it was in drying process, turned hard, and rest of it were in wet condition. Viswanath Mishra wondered what was it? He stared her silently for some moment without noticing of Nazriya.

She was so close to him, and the fragrance of Body spray from Victoria Secret mixed with her body sweat pervaded in the air. The aroma was so intoxicating that his all senses became paralyzed for a moment. He regained his consciousness.

Oh! God what evil things he was thinking about his Daughter in law, after all, she was his Daughter in law. It would be sin; he diverted his mind, and started sipping the tea.

"Beta, tell me at what time yours parents are reaching here? you know! They are the key persons on this occasion," he asked.

"Papa, their Train reaches at 12.30, Noon,"she replied.

"Then, tell Aditya (his son) to reach before time to pick up them," he said to Nazriya.

"Yes, Papa, I will tell him," replied Nazriya and left.

She turned away, and paved her way to inside of the House. He noticed the Rounded Butt cheeks, moving together up and down in a synchronized manner. The back portion of Capri clung so tightly in ass crack that he visualized her naked. Immediately, he felt a heat in his loins. Oh! God... what he was thinking? After all she was his Daughter in law. His eyes fixed on her for a moment, and then he turned his face away.

Nazriya was proceeding towards the inner corridor to enter the Hall. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Aditya appeared and embraced her tightly.

"Hey! What are you doing? Leave me, Mom or Nivetha may see us," said Nazriya with anxiety.

"Sorry, did not mean to startle you, don't worry! Papa is sitting in Terrace. Mom is in Puja Room. Nivetha is in Bath Room," said Aditya.

"You are looking very sexy in this dress," said Aditya. He squeezed her boobs and kissed on her cheeks.

"Please, leave me Aditya, you naughty boy, Are you not exhausted and satisfied? just few hours before, you have fucked me," replied Nazriya.

"What is this?" Aditya pointed out the dried patch, which was clearly visible in V shape of Capri worn by Nazriya.

"Oh, God! My pussy juice has dried up there. Papa must have noticed this. Shame to me," Said Nazriya shyly.

"Hihihihihi," Aditya smiled naughtily, "Papa must be thinking that his son had a nice fucking with his Bahu (Daughter in-law)."

Then, Aditya disappeared through the corridor, and she heard him fumble around Hallway looking for the Bath Room and Puja Room. He was sure that his Mom was in Puja Room, and his sister Nivetha was in Bath Room.

Nazriya standing there was waiting for him. Her Body still tingling with arousal, and she found herself sliding a couple of fingers in to her sodden pussy, as her mind drifted to what happened in early hours of the morning.

Aditya came back to her, and said, " I think you need warming up!"

He kissed her, she immediately responded softly at first, but it quickly became heated, and passionate. His hands glided over her body, and she realized their thirst for sex was not over. She reached down to grasp his cock, finding it already hard.

"You want to fuck again, eh?" Aditya laughed, pulling her with him so tightly that her Boobs were pressed in his chest.

"Yes," She said," "I want your cock in me again!"

All of a sudden, Aditya pushed her in to the Store Room which was situated in the right side of the corridor. It was a dark Room, and the inside was slightly visible only due to dim sunlight coming through the Ventilator above.

Aditya moved, pulled down the Capri and Tops of Nazriya. He guided the tip of his cock to her pussy as she sank down on it. He placed his hands on her hips as he filled her again, and soon he was buried inside down to the hilt. They moved together, finding a steady rhythm they both liked. Aditya's upward thrust met her downward movements, they both groaned, and gasped their pleasure.

Nazriya's groin was on fire, and bolts of electricity shot up her spine with every thrust. Aditya sat up, pulled her in to a kiss, and groping her Boobs as they hurtled towards a climax.

Nazriya whispered, "Today is my last safe period. From tomorrow I may not allow your cum inside me. I don't want to be pregnant now."

 

[hotaks]

Her insides danced wildly, and she cried out just as the heat of his cum flooded in to her womb, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried riding that sexy cock as it thrust in to her again and again.

Then, Aditya withdrew his cock from her wet pussy. His cock was bathed with his own semen as well as pussy juice of Nazriya.

"I need more because I may not get a chance to fuck you in the midst of these relatives till the marriage ceremony of Nivetha is over," he said. He pointed his soft cock to Nazriya and said, "Suck my cock till it erects hard again."

Nazriya took hold of the cock, and started to suck continuously. Within a second, it raised its head once again turning in to a hot iron rod bathed with saliva of Nazriya.

"Turn around," Aditya demanded.

She did as he asked, and he was behind her immediately, kissing her neck, shoulder, and cupping her Boobs with his hands. She could feel his cock pressed against the crack of her ass. She wondered, where thing was heading. He caressed her body, moving his hands to her hips, and then to her arse cheeks. His kisses moved too, kissing down her spine, and licking a trail down towards the crack between the cheeks. The realization of what he was doing hit her just as she felt his tongue push in to her hole.

Nazriya gasped at this unexpected turn. Her head was spinning. His tongue probed deep in to the hole and then he slid a finger in.

"Okay?" he whispered.

"Yes," She breathed, "I have never done this before, but I want to."

"Good, just try to relax, and if you want to stop, just say."Aditya said.

For the next few moments, his tongue and fingers massaged, and opened up the hole in preparation for his cock. It was a strange sensation, but Nazriya was enjoying a lot.

"Ready?" Aditya said.

She nodded, holding her breath. His arm circled her waist, and he guided her down to sit on his lap. The Tip of his cock pressed against her arse, and she braced herself. She felt it push and meet a little initial resistance, but it pushed again, and he was then able to slowly ease inside the tight hole. With a little adjustment, it was not long before the whole cock was inside her.

"Feel so good," Aditya murmured, "So tight."

"It does!" she breathed. She couldn't believe just how arousing this was as his cock was inside her arse. Nazriya could feel her body adjusting to accept this new visitor, and she turned her head to look up at Aditya.

"Fuck my arse!" she cried.

Aditya shifted, and felt his cock move. It took a few moments, but he was soon sliding in and out of her arse with a steady pace. They both groaned out, moving together, and her confidence was growing. She was being fucked in the arse for the first time, and loving it. The pace increased, and Aditya's hands moved from her waist to between her thighs. He pushed a couple of fingers in to her aching pussy and circled her clit with his thumb, and that was, when she came. Stream of juice exploded suddenly, drenching his fingers, she had ever experienced before.

Her body shook violently, but Aditya did not stop. He continued to pound in to her arse, whilst his fingers fucked her pussy for what felt like an eternity. When Aditya came too, filling her arse with cum just as he had filled her pussy earlier.

"Nazriya, you are so fucking amazing!" he panted, slowly easing him out.

She turned, allowing herself to be cradled in to his lap as their mouths crashed together in a kiss that said everything.

The day light was peeping through the holes of Ventilator. They lay together for a few minutes, exhausted, but happy. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then realized that Aditya was sitting up. He was looking for his cloths. This wonderful experience was finally coming to an end.

She watched him get dressed, and could n't help smiling.

He stood up, and gazed down at his beautiful wife, still naked on the floor. "May be we could do this again sometimes?" he asked.

"Yes, why not? Next day, after marriage ceremony of Nivetha is over?" she replied.

Then, Nazriya stood up, put her Capri and Tops. She said alarmingly, "Let us leave this Room immediately, Mom must have finished her puja, and she should n't see us in the Store Room."

Silently both of them left.

- -- - -- - - --

 

[hotaks]

Now, Viswanath heard the engine sound of a Truck below. Two big open container Trucks had arrived in the field. One with full of shamiana and another one with full of furniture. The Boys were busy in putting Bamboos in the holes. By tomorrow this entire field would be turned in to a big marriage Pendal covering whole area from the sides, he thought. The Decorator was a reputed one, who knew his job well where to make suitable arrangement for marriage pendal, sitting arrangement of Guest, and Dining Hall with required furniture.

He was satisfied with all the arrangements, and activities going on. He was happy that work was in progress there. He listened the noise in the ground floor; most probably Guests were being served Tea/Snacks by the servants.

"Good morning, Dear!" his thought was interrupted by wish of his wife Nayan followed by tingling and sweet sound of her Bangles and payal (worn around the ankle by Indian woman).

"Good morning, Nayan," Viswanath replied

He glanced towards the yellow saree clad woman standing beside him, Nayan, his wife, who was looking like a fresh dew of the morning. Freshly bathed in the morning, with her long wet hair falling, and touching on the waist, she was looking like a morning Goddess. her oval face was consisted of wide cheeks, a broad forehead, narrow chin, sharp nose, rounded jaw with thick lascivious pink lips. She had a red bindi between the eye brows, and she put sindoor in a long line in the centre of parted hair line. Her nose ring was adding beauty and charm to her loving face. Her Mangal sutra along with a thick Gold necklace were hanging around from her slender neck. She wore multicolored glass Bangles around her wrist, and amongst these, two nos of big thick gold Bangles were shinning. She was exotic and gorgeous.

-- --- --- -

His wife Nayan . She was extremely beautiful, and maintained her physique in such a way that she looked like a unmarried woman. she had maintained her physical shape in to 36-26-34. It was wonder that it was a God's gift of physique to her, and he was lucky that he had such a gorgeous wife.

Nayan would always wear Salwar and Kameez, but on few occasions, during marriage ceremony, and during puja , she would wear saree.

Nayan had noticed that whenever she would go outside, the sex starved eyes will follow her, even the youngsters, who must be the age of his son would sigh, "Ohhhhhhhhh...Aaaaahhhhhhhhh."

The Eve Teasers would pass sexy comments. Nobody in the earth would believe that she was the mother of two grown up children who was married, and a young girl. Viswanath was well aware of this fact, and he always felt himself a proud husband.

Viswanath remembered an incident, when Nayan attended a Parents' meeting at college where their daughter Nivetha was studying. The college Authority called Nivetha and informed her that they wanted to meet her Mom not her elder sister. With much difficulty, Nivetha convinced the college Authority that she was her mom, and not her elder sister. After meeting, when Nayan was coming out, the Girl class mates of Nivetha commented, "Hii, Nivetha, your elder sister is more beautiful and smarter than you."

The Boys of college, with mischievous smile, commented, "Hey, Nivetha, Your elder sister is very sexy yaar. Can you introduce her to us?"

At home, in that evening, Nivetha made a hue and cry, and said to Viswanath, "Papa, henceforth, Mom will not attend for any Parents' Meeting, only you will attend the same."

Both Viswanath and Nayan glanced towards each other and smiled.

Even, in one of the social gatherings, when both of them attended, some of the old pals of Viswanath directly asked, "Hey, Viswanath, Is she your Daughter? What is she doing?"

Viswanath replied, "No, Yaar, she is not my Daughter."

He wanted to give a clarification, and wanted to introduce his wife, but before his clarification, his friends just pulled him from the side of Nayan, and asked, "Where did you pick up such a young girl?"

Then, with much difficulty, he clarified them that she was his wife, mother of his two grownup young children. Ohh...God...suddenly, there was a hush, everybody was staring at Nayan. People were intentionally coming nearer to her for a glance, requesting Viswanath for an introduction. Nayan understood everything; she was looking at Viswanath meaningfully, and smiled.

Viswanath became an important personality in the crowd, and he was a proud husband.

Very few people knew that he had a child marriage . Both of them became parents in their early maturity stages.

-- -- -- -

The ray of morning sun was directly falling on her face, making more radiant to her face. Without any makeup, her radiant cheeks were glazing; she was looking gorgeous, stunning, and sexy like a Bollywood heroine. Their sexual life was very much active, but they were very cautious, because Nayan was still fertile and had a healthy period cycle. There was every possibility that she could get pregnant, so both of them were very cautious by using condoms, otherwise, it will be an embarrassment for them before their grownup children. Further, now, they had a Daughter-in-law.

All of a sudden, Viswanath had an urge to kiss her. He stood up, embraced her, and kissed her on the glazing cheeks. Nayan sprang up quickly, and backed some distance.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" she said in a nervous tone.

"Control yourself. Yours son and Daughter-in-law are here. If they happen to see us in this position...think about the embarrassment!" she exclaimed, "Let this ceremony be over. Have patience. I will be here only, and I am not leaving you."

 

[hotaks]

"I don't know Nayan, what happens to me, the moment, I see you. I get mesmerized by you always," he said.

Nayan was often very surprised to the sexual urge of her husband. At this age, her husband had a regular demand for sex. He had an 8" length of a very big cock. Secretly, they both will watch imported porn video containing African and American fuckings. They would follow the similar positions and enjoy their fucking. Because of the hectic activities going on in the household, and the crowd of Relatives, they had hardly any chance of fucking. Last night only, they had a nice fucking after a long time.

"You are a naughty boy. Last night, you have made me tired, still I feel the sweet pain throughout my body," Nayan said smilingly.

He recalled the last night affairs. After, discussing with his son Aditya in the night, he left for his Bed Room. Nayan was lying in the Bed Room in flat position, bending her two legs, and keeping her left hand covering her eyelids. Due to bending of her legs, the saree, she was wearing was pulled up above, and her two white smooth anklets were glazing with light. The portion of saree was sided from the waist line, and the portion of her flat naval area to wide waist was clearly visible. The two big Boobs were swaying up and down. Immediately, he developed a hard one.

Nayan was half asleep. At the sound of opening of the Door, and footstep of her husband, she opened her eyes, and woke up.

"You look too tired," she looked at her husband, and asked questionably.

"Yes," replied "It is a matter of this week, I wish God will help me to overcome all the problems."

Nayan noticed the hardness above his pajama. She got up, embraced him, kissed him on his lips, and touched his hardness.

"Ohhhh, God!" she exclaimed. "How this iron rod has been created suddenly?" she asked in a smiling and mischievous manner.

[mg]SexDug • Indian Adult Blog

"You see, Nayan! When I entered the room, you were sleeping in such a position, that my dick suddenly woke up," he said, and planted kiss on the face of Nayan.

He reached up, and touched her cheek with his hand. He leaned in again, this time his lips caressing her with more force. Nayan let out a sigh, and she began to return his kiss. Her lips parted as he pushed his tongue against them. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in to him closer as he explored her mouth. She tangled her tongue against his, melting in to his embrace, and losing herself in this amazing moment. It had been a long time since he had visited her like this, because of his pre-occupation in Nivetha's marriage affairs.

Both of them parted, breathing hard, and gazing in to each other's eyes. he removed her saree completely. He silently opened up his blouse. He began to slide the blouse over her shoulder.

"Very nice," He whispered, observing, Nayan sitting in front of him in her white lacy Bra.

Her breasts of 36" were heaving as she tried to breath. Then, He tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head to expose that well toned torso, and pulled Nayan in to another kiss, more passionate, and heated than before. His hands reached behind her, and she felt her Bra loosen and fall from her body.

His kiss moved to her neck, and then down, suckling on her breast with satisfied groans as she settled back to lie on the bed. He grasped the other breast hard in his hand as he licked, and sucked the other. Nayan had a sexy slim body with two big Boobs of 36" with bunch of hairs under her arm pits, and in crotch area. Nayan only used to trim her hairs, knowing well aware of the fact that he liked hairs on her body.

He began to unfasten her petticoat , pulling it off easily. Nayan was completely naked. Easing her thighs apart, he lay beside her, and moved his hand up her thighs towards her pussy. His fingers slid inside, making her gasp, and then both kissed as he thrust them in and out.

"Yes! Yes!" she parted her hips, rolling involuntarily, and cried loudly.

Her groaning was a fire, and that fire was rapidly up the length of his spine.

"Shhhhhhh!" he put his fingers on her lips, "Our son Aditya and Daughter-in-law are in the adjunct room. They will hear your voice."

His thumb grazed over her clit, and that was enough to send Nayan over the edge. She cried softly, feeling her internal muscles clamp around his thirsty fingers. He stopped, sitting up to unfasten his pajama, and wriggling out of them, followed by his underwear. His cock sprang up, long and hard. He took the hand of Nayan, guiding it to the hard shaft.

Nayan pumped that shaft hard, cupping his balls with the other hand as he leaned back. Then, Nayan shifted, taking the tip in to her mouth, and swirling her tongue over it.

"God!" Viswanath cried.

She began to suck, taking a little more of the length in to her mouth. He was soon on his back. She twisted round to get a better angle, straddling her legs in either side of his shoulders. His tongue probed in to her aching pussy, and began to fuck it as she greedily sucked on his cock.

They both gasped, and groaned, their hips rolling, and backs arching as the lust between them intensified. They rolled on the bed, getting in to position. She lay back, parting her legs as he settled between them. His hard cock pressed against her stomach.

Nayan whimpered, "I want you."

"I want you too," He grunted.

He shifted the tip of his cock, and pushed against her wet pussy. "God, I want this so much," he moaned.

 

[hotaks]

"Fuck me! I am in the safe period," Nayan begged.

Nayan gasped his hips, trying to guide him to where she wanted, but it was not needed. His cock pushed in to her, opening her up wider than she ever remembered having to before.

"That's it!" she cried out, "Yes!"

Deeper and deeper he sank; she thought he was never going to stop. It felt amazing. She clung to him, then finally, his heavy balls pressed against her body, and he was buried fully inside her.

Then, it began. Slow at first, but building up pace quickly. The bed creaked beneath them as he fucked her hard and fast.

She cried, "Yes! Yes!" She felt the cock deeper, which resulted her orgasms, made her entire body convulse.

Finally, Viswanath's body jerked, and he let out a cry as his cock exploded in to Nayan's body. His hot cum filled Nayan. She clung to him, barely able to breath, and her body quivering as it drank these juices. He thrust again, shooting a second load in to her, and Nayan could feel her womb sucking, and drawing more cum.

By the time, Viswanath rolled off, and withdrew his softened cock, Nayan was gasping. Viswanath pulled Nayan in to a tender embrace, stroking her hair as both of them recovered. Then, they fell asleep till morning.

Viswanath was still in the dreamland of last night. His dream was interrupted by the voice of Nayan.

"When the parents of Nazriya are reaching?" asked Nayan.

"They are reaching today, afternoon, by Train from Kolkata. I have told Bahu (Nazriya) to inform Aditya (Their son) to pick up them from station," replied .

To be continued.....

 

[hotaks]

# Nayanthara's Mansion

Part -- 5

Anushka waited in the den just behind the half-closed door. She felt like a fool hiding in her own house, but here she was. She listened to her children across the hall in the library but couldn't quite make out their words. They were arguing about something in a good-natured way. The twins were always so agreeable. It was her first-born, Karun, who had really tried his parents' patience. Finally, she heard them leave the library and walk down the hall. Once Shriya and Krishan disappeared out the front door of the house, Anushka tiptoed out of the den.

"Maybe I shouldn't do this," Anushka whispered to herself. She looked down the hall toward the main stairs. Ganesh was up in the west tower and he'd asked for her help. And here Anushka was, sneaking around like a teenager with her first crush. She took a deep breath and walked into the library. She'd help her husband later. She just needed to see that giant fake penis one more time. She'd just get it out of her system.

Five minutes later, she sat on the toilet lid in the bathroom next to the den. Her dress was bunched around her waist and her panties lay on the tile floor. "Just for a minute," Anushka mumbled. She took the head of that jet-black phallus and rubbed it against her moist vaginal lips. She grasped the thing with both hands and marveled at its girth.

"Uuuuugggggghhhhhhhh." Anushka trembled as she pushed it into her. "Oh, gosh. It's too big." She got about half the head in and stared down at her poor stretched vagina. She hoped things would tighten back up quickly after she was done. She didn't want Ganesh noticing anything different during their intimate time. She pushed and a little more of the veiny thing moved into her.

"That's quite task you've undertaken." Nayanthara stood by the bathroom door, watching Anushka with cool eyes.

"What?" Anushka shrieked and dropped the dildo to the floor, where it made a solid whack.

"Oh, don't stop on my account, dearie." Nayanthara smiled and took two steps toward Anushka. She bent down slowly, cradling her large belly with one hand, and got to her knees. Her long, bustled dress flowed out around her on the floor. She picked up the dildo in her left hand. "This magnificent steed is quite wet, my mischievous lady."

"I'm dreaming ... I'm dreaming ..." Anushka's brown eyes went wide and her breath shallow.

"Well, then dream away, Anushka." Nayanthara leaned forward and pushed Anushka's dress back up her legs from where it had fallen in her fright. "Nothing but the most pleasant dreams for you." Nayanthara lowered her gaze to that trim bush between Anushka's legs and the protruding lips just beneath. "You kept your legs open for me, that was very good." She brought up the dildo and rubbed the head against Anushka's nethers. "Such a strange thing this is. I had one fashioned of wood, but this is a better material. What do you call it?"

"Silicone," Anushka squeaked.

"Well, it certainly does the job." Nayanthara pushed the phallus's head into the vagina before her. "My, you are tight. That Ganesh of yours must be Lilliputian."

"What? No ... he's got a ... big one," Anushka lied. Her pulse beat like a heavy drum in her ears. She watched the dildo push its way in again, this time the whole head made its way inside her. "Aaaahhhhhhh. It's too ... much. I don't want to ... squirt from down there ... again."

"Oh, you had the downstairs flood?" Nayanthara felt the resistance in the poor woman's vagina and stopped her pushing, letting the round head of the thing sit in its new snug home. "Some women spend a lifetime without knowing that pleasure. You're a lucky one." She looked up into Anushka's eyes and gave the woman her most reassuring smile. "Attend, Anushka. Krishan is larger than this." She wiggled the dildo a little for emphasis. "Imagine the ecstasy when you stretch to accommodate him."

"That would be ... cheating." Anushka shook her head. "I'd never do that to ... ooohhhhhh ... Ganesh. Or to ... Krishan. He's my ... son."

"You say that like it's a point against the endeavor." Nayanthara pulled the counterfeit cock from the woman and looked at its glistening head. "But his relation to you is a point for. Many points, actually. There is nothing like letting your son know you completely. And knowing him ... every inch of him. Until then -"

Anushka stood and pushed Nayanthara to the side. she moved past woman toward the bathroom door. "I am dreaming, I am dreaming. None of this is real." Anushka looked back at the woman now sitting on her butt by the vanity. Her dress looked very uncomfortable in such a position.

"Careful, Anushka." Nayanthara watched the frightened wife carefully. "Such rough treatment is most unagreeable to me."

"You're not real." Anushka opened the door, jumped out into the hall, and raced toward the stairs.

Ganesh walked toward her with a look of concern on his gentle face. "There you are, Anu. I really could use your help ..." He stopped when he saw her face. "Are you okay?" His wife had a frantic look in her eyes, and her dress was rumpled.

"Fine ... I'm fine." Anushka thought things over. If Ganesh was here, then what had just happened in the bathroom wasn't a dream. For the first time in her adulthood, Anushka considered the existence of ghosts plausible. Heck, it was a likelihood now. "I was just ... having trouble with the bathroom sink." Anushka smoothed out her dress.

"Oh, really? Let me have a look." Ganesh gave his wife a tender kiss on the cheek and stepped past her toward the open bathroom door.

"No," Anushka shrieked. That specter was in there. And even if she was all hallucination, the dildo was in there. Ganesh would be crushed if he found Anushka using it behind his back. "Let's go work in the tower. Don't ..." She trailed off and hung her head as Ganesh entered the bathroom.

"Jeez, Anushka," Ganesh called out. "You shouldn't leave your things lying around. What if the children wanted to use this bathroom?"

"I ..." Anushka walked toward him. He was taking it better than she thought he would. She arrived at the open door and looked in to find her husband holding her forgotten panties in his right hand. He offered them to her and Anushka reached out and took them. "Sorry, Ganesh. The sink must have distracted me."

"Right, the sink." Ganesh turned the hot tap and then the cold. Water ran into the basin as it should. "Everything seems in order. What was wrong with it?"

Anushka didn't answer him, she looked around the floor for the abandoned dildo, but she couldn't see it.

"Did you lose something else?" Ganesh watched her with bemusement. "Drop your bra, too?"

"No." Anushka shook her head. "I've got everything." The dildo wasn't there. Maybe the ghost had taken it with her to pleasure herself. The thought sent a chill down her spine. "I was just thinking, Ganesh. Maybe we should bring in someone to rid our house of ... unwanted spirits."

"That's crazy, Anu. Did you see a ghost?" Ganesh laughed and placed his hand on his wife's slim shoulder. As funny as this was, she did have a worried look about her.

"Yes ..." Anushka could see he was laughing at her. "I mean no. I don't know."

"Don't be silly. There are no such things as ghosts." Ganesh ushered her out of the bathroom. "Let's stick together and the house won't seem quite so spooky. Right?"

"Right." Anushka didn't know what to think.

~~

Weeds brushed against the twins' legs as Shriya and Krishan turned the southeast corner of the house. The old, uneven cobble path did its best to turn their ankles, so the twins tread with some caution.

"What do you think the garden looked like in its heyday?" Shriya looked over her shoulder at Krishan as he followed her.

"The Nayantharas probably had servants tend the garden. I bet it was full of flowers and very neatly trimmed." The fresh air around them invigorated Krishan. A stiff breeze blew into their faces from the north. "Thanks for getting me out here, Shriya. I haven't really explored the exterior yet."

"Me neither." Shriya walked around the northeast corner. "Oh, they're beautiful." The rose bush seemed even more prolific viewed from ground level. The flowers were a deep crimson, with large petals nestled together. "Scissors, please."

"Sure." Krishan stopped next to her, fished the scissors he'd brought out of his pocket, and handed them to her. He watched her hop through the weeds over to the rose bush. Her body was so relaxed under her billowing dress and her face carefree as she circled the plant looking for perfect flowers.

"This bush is marvelous, don't you think, Krish?" Shriya reached up with her scissors and snipped a stem, careful not to grab the thorns.

"Yeah, it's nice." Krishan smiled. He felt so removed from all the strange happenings that had gone on inside the mansion next to them. It was both a gnawing worry and a relief. He desperately needed to see Nayanthara again soon. But he also knew that the licentious path he and Anushka traveled would lead to irrevocable events. Krishan didn't want to do anything that would harm his relationship with his loving mother. But even without Nayanthara's prodding, he felt drawn to further things with Anushka. It was all so confusing.

"Who's that?" Shriya gazed toward the northwest corner of the house.

"What?" Krishan slipped out of his reverie and followed her gaze. A tall, square man with a top hat strode toward them with purpose. The hem of his long, velvet jacket just brushed the tops of the weeds below him. His black mustache drooped around the corners of his mouth, and his black eyes seemed to look right through them. Good God, Krishan thought, his eyes were so very black.

"What mischief have you brought upon my garden, you scoundrels?" The man balled his hands into fists by his sides. He was about thirty feet away from the twins.

"Who is that?" Shriya squinted at the man, but squinting didn't make his presence any more logical.

"Let's go." Krishan could see Shriya wasn't about to run, so he stepped over to her and grabbed her free hand in his. Krishan recognized the voice from the night Nayanthara led him down the secret stairs. This was Vijay in the flesh. Or whatever ghosts are made of. "Now, Shriya." As Vijay closed within twenty-five feet, Krishan pulled hard on his sister's hand and they were off and running.

"What's going on, Krish?" Shriya dropped the scissors in the weeds and clutched the roses she'd picked in her right hand. She ran with Krishan back the way they'd come.

"Crazy dude in our garden." They rounded the northeast corner at a sprint. "What's it look like?" Weeds flew by their knees. Neither of the twins looked back.

"Get back here you thieves." Vijay's voice hung in the garden air, reverberating around them. "I'll hunt you down, miscreants."

Krishan hazarded a look over his shoulder. Vijay stood at the corner of the mansion they'd just passed. The man's hands hung stiffly by his sides and his eyes welled hate. Relief filled Krishan, as it seemed Vijay had given up the chase. Just then, Krishan's foot went sideways on a cobblestone and his ankle rolled over. He tumbled into the weeds with a short yelp.

"Come on, Krish. Get up." Shriya bent down and helped him back to his feet. She put his arm around her shoulders and they limp-jogged around the southeast corner of the house. She didn't dare look back.

The twins burst in the front door and slammed it behind them. They leaned their backs against the door and looked at each other with wide eyes.

"That was crazy." Shriya let out a nervous laugh.

Krishan, panting, watched his sister as her laughter picked up until it was an uproarious cackle. He couldn't help himself, he laughed, too.

Their parents, having just left the main floor bathroom, found the twins scuffed, scraped, bleeding, and sharing what seemed like either a hilarious or insane moment.

"What happened to you?" Anushka rushed up to Krishan. The right knee of his pants was torn and blood stained the fabric. He wasn't putting any weight on his right ankle. She looked to her daughter, where blood dripped from her right fist as she clutched the thorny rose stems tightly.

"Some ... guy ... chased us." Shriya's laughter slowed. "With a ... top hat."

"Oh my, Gosh." Anushka bent down and moved Krishan's arm from his sister's shoulders to hers. "Just now?"

The twin's laughter died completely.

"In the garden." Shriya nodded.

"It's okay, Mom." Krishan looked up into his mom's soft brown eyes. "He wasn't very fast." His blond hair fell down over his forehead and into his eyes.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Anushka said to Krishan. "Ganesh, can you see if the man is still outside?"

"On it." Ganesh ran to the study and came back out with a wood baseball bat. He opened the door and jogged outside.

"Shriya, pumpkin, you better toss out those flowers and clean your hand off." Anushka helped her limping son toward the bathroom.

 

[hotaks]

A minute later, Ganesh reentered the house and slammed the massive front door behind him. "No one there." He breathed hard from the run around the house. "You two sure you saw somebody?"

"Clear as day," Shriya said. "You must have scared him off, Dad."

"Hhhmmmm." Ganesh looked at his wife and Krishan as they disappeared toward the bathroom. "Where are you going, Anu?"

"I'm taking care of Krish, Ganesh." Anushka got Krishan into the bathroom, sat him on the toilet lid, and closed the door.

"Okay, I guess." Ganesh looked over to his daughter as she marched off toward the kitchen. "Where are you going?"

"To put these in water." Shriya held up the roses. Their ruby hue matched the blood that trickled down her arm. "And to clean my hand off. Turns out, thorns are sharp."

"Every rose has its thorns, Shriya." Ganesh locked the front door and followed her into the kitchen. "I'll keep you company."

"Thanks, Dad." Shriya walked into the kitchen and headed for the sink.

~~

"Why are you holding your panties, Mom?" Krishan looked at Anushka's left hand where her underwear was balled in her fist.

"Oh, ah ... that's not important." Anushka set the panties down on the floor by the door and silently cursed the dearth of pockets in women's fashion. "More importantly, who chased you, Krish?" Anushka bent at the waist, pulled her son's pants down to his shins, and got a good look at the abrasion on his knee. "That's a nasty scrape, let me get the peroxide." Anushka straightened and opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror.

"I don't want to talk about that man." Krishan's gaze traveled up his mom's curvy body, hidden as it was, under her dress. Conflicting emotions surged through him. With the medicine cabinet open and Anushka rummaging through it, only Krishan could see the bathroom mirror now. In the mirror, Nayanthara stood inside, smiling down at Krishan as if the mirror was a window with her freckled forehead pressed upon the glass.

"I can understand you were very frightened." Anushka put the peroxide bottle on the sink and rummaged some more. "But you'll have to tell me and your father so we can figure out what happened. We might have to call the police."

Nayanthara made a motion with her hand like she was holding something large in front of her mouth. She moved her hand backward and forward and bulged her check out with her tongue again and again. It was clear she wanted Krishan to talk his mom into a blowjob.

"No." Krishan shook his head.

"What's that, pumpkin?" Anushka searched through the bandages, looking for the ones for knees and elbows.

"Nothing, Mom." Krishan continued to shake his head at Nayanthara. Even if he wanted another blowjob from his mom, it was the wrong time. Not with his father and sister just down the hall. Not with his ankle throbbing. "I just think we shouldn't bother the police about it." Krishan thought about his mom's mouth wrapped around his dick. Maybe he did want more attention from Anushka. But it would have to wait. Later, he mouthed at Nayanthara.

Now, Nayanthara mouthed back. Or, she shook her head and her face darkened.

"Well, you and your sister can tell us all about the man once we get you cleaned up." Anushka pulled out the correct bandages and closed the medicine cabinet. The mirror went from a window to the spirit world to a plain reflective surface again. "There now, let's get you patched up." Anushka got to her knees in front of Krishan. He still sat where she'd left him on the toilet seat. She reached out and removed his left shoe. When she wiggled his right one, her son whimpered. "Sorry, sweetie. It has to come off. We'll get some ice on that ankle. I'm sure it's just a sprain." She worried that it might be something worse. She thought about x-rays, multiple trips to specialists, and medication. They really couldn't afford all that.

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt that bad."

"Here goes." Anushka pulled the shoe gently off her eighteen-year-old son and set it beside her. "That's a brave boy." She then gingerly pulled off his pants and socks and placed them on top of the shoes. "Now let's have a look at that knee, mister." Anushka turned the open peroxide bottle over on a cotton ball, placed the bottle back on the sink, and leaned forward. "This will sting a bit."

"Ouch." It didn't feel great but looking down his mother's dress at her cleavage took some of the sting out of it.

"There, now." Anushka finished cleaning the wound, opened the bandage, and placed it snuggly over the abrasion. "One down, one to ..." Anushka lost her train of thought as she looked up to discover that Krishan was hard. How could he have an erection at a time like this? Teenagers were curious animals. "Um, what's going on with that?" She pointed at the boxers that couldn't contain all his thirteen inches. She could see the outline of the upper part of his glorious penis under the bottom of his shirt.

"Sorry, Mom. When you were fixing my knee, I could kinda see your cleavage." Krishan couldn't make eye contact. He looked off toward the mirror and saw Nayanthara looking out from the inside again. The apparition smiled and nodded at Krishan.

"You ... uh ... like my body that much?" Anushka frowned.

"It's really nice." Krishan nodded and stole a quick glance at Anushka, his eyes meeting her eyes ones. He looked away again.

"Well, I guess that's a nice compliment." Anushka blushed. Her poor son looked so nervous. She wanted to put him at ease. "I suppose with the internet you've seen more boobs than all your ancestors combined. So, if you still like mine ..." Anushka shrugged and smiled. Her brain went fuzzy for a second and then she had complete clarity. Anushka knew what she had to do. "I don't think we can deal with your ankle until we deal with that. I know how much you need relief sometimes." Anushka pointed to his penis again. "What do you think?"

"You want to touch it?" Krishan could hear his pulse in his ears.

"I don't know about want, pumpkin." Anushka reached up to Krishan's waist and hooked his micro-boxers with trembling fingers. "But I need to do something. We can't have you swelling in two places. It's my responsibility to take care of you." She pulled down the boxers and gently removed them. Anushka's breath caught in her throat as the purple-headed monster swung out in the open. In all respects but one, Krishan was a meek, delicate flower. But that one aberration was a beast. "Now I'm just going to use my hands and a towel. That's not cheating."

"No, it's not cheating," Krishan echoed. His eyes lingered on the mirror where Nayanthara silently clapped her hands in anticipation. He then looked down at his gorgeous mother as her fingers wrapped around his thickness. In that moment, Krishan didn't care what Leviticus or his conscience told him. He wanted his mother. He wanted to possess her completely.

"My Gosh, Krish. Your thing is so manly." Anushka bit her bottom lip as her hands stroked up and down. "It's even bigger than ..." She was going to say her new dildo, but she didn't want Krishan knowing about that.

"Dad?" Krishan let the pleasure move through him. He wanted to bask in that feeling forever. "Were you going to say that I'm bigger than Dad?"

"No." Anushka looked up at her son with his messy blond hair and that little half-smile on his face. "Well, yes, actually," she lied. "But let's not talk about your father." Her gaze fell down to that huge pole in front of her. Her eyes distant as she gazed at the savage beauty of it.

"Okay." Krishan watched her work his dick in silence for several minutes. "You know, we already agreed that using your mouth to help me isn't cheating on Dad."

"Yeah." Anushka nodded. "How's your ankle doing?"

"My ankle?" Krishan had forgotten about the throbbing pain in his ankle. "My ankle would feel better if you used your mouth."

"Right." Anushka moved her left hand down to Krishan's left ball and cupped its weighty substance. She looked at the little purple veins that crisscrossed the rough flesh of his testicles. Anushka had never seen balls like Krishan's, but they looked right to her. This was how a man was supposed to be. "Not cheating," Anushka murmured. She lowered her mouth to the wide, purple head and gave it a quick lick. "You taste salty, Krishan." Anushka then opened wide and sucked on his penis. She bobbed her head with little short strokes, a new method for blowjobs that was fast becoming familiar to her.

"You're the best ... mom ... ever." Krishan's eyes trailed from his mom's bouncing hair up to Nayanthara watching from the mirror.

The beautiful redhead's breath seemed to fog up the inside of the mirror and she wiped it away with her pale hand so she could continue to watch this mother fall as so many others in this house had fallen before her.

Ten minutes passed as Anushka pumped Krishan's penis with her mouth. She pulled off him and looked up. "Is this helping?"

"It's good, Mom. But, could I rub your butt again?" Krishan's hands gripped the white porcelain of the toilet and he pressed his butt into the lid. This was almost too much. He watched her stand, turn her back to him, and lift up her dress to her waist. This was the first time Krishan had seen her ass without panties on. It was perfectly heart-shaped and almost as white as the porcelain he sat on.

"We'll have to be careful not to hurt your ankle." Anushka backed up and sat on his lap. Her son's monster stood up straight and pressed between her cheeks as it rose up to the small of her back. "I'll be gentle." She rocked up against him and felt the weight of his thing push back against her. He was incredibly large. "Since I don't have panties on, we have to be careful. Make sure it doesn't get close to my you-know-what."

"Okay, Mom." Krishan moved his hands from the toilet to her hips. His ankle hurt, but the pain felt so very far away. He watched her ass ripple and shake as she rocked and bounced back against him, rubbing her butt against the length of his dick. He stole a glance at the mirror and Nayanthara was still there making a circle with the fingers of her right hand and running it through with her left index finger. She wanted him to have sex with his mother and Krishan was far enough gone to want it too. He was pretty sure Anushka wouldn't let him, however.

A quiet knock sounded on the door and mother and son froze mid rub in the bathroom.

"How's it going in there? Is Krish, alright?" Ganesh sounded worried.

"Yes, honey." Anushka tried to keep the flutter out of her voice. "Don't come in, I know how you feel about blood. We're ... um ... cleaning him up."

"You've been in there a long time, Anu." Ganesh leaned against the door, but didn't try the handle. It was true, he couldn't stand the sight of blood.

"It was a nasty scrape, and Krish also turned his ankle." Anushka pushed back against Krishan's swollen penis ever so slightly as she talked to her husband. Goodness, gracious he had a brute of a thing. A surge of guilt swept through her, but then she reminded herself that what they were doing wasn't really cheating. Krishan stayed perfectly silent behind her.

"Okay, then." Ganesh nodded to himself. Anushka would take care of Krish. That was the great thing about marriage, the other spouse could always fill in when life played to one of your weaknesses. She had always been the one to patch up bleeding children. "I'm going to take Shriya down to the police station to file a report. It shouldn't take more than a couple hours. Then we can work on the west tower. Sound good?"

"Yes" Anushka rocked her hips again. Even with her poor husband on the other side of the door. What was she doing? "I'll be ready to help you when you get back."

"Great, bye." Ganesh walked down the hall.

"Bye." Anushka moved faster on her son's lap, almost forgetting about taking it easy on his ankle.

"Embrace it,Anushka." Nayanthara spoke from the mirror, a look of pure delight on her face. "Tend to your scion. Feed the family tree."

"What?" Anushka turned her head toward the mirror. "Do you see the lady in the mirror, Krish?"

"Yeah, Mom." Krishan dug his fingers into the flesh around his mother's hips, preventing the dress from falling back over her butt. "That's Nayanthara."

"We do need an exorcist." Anushka should have been terrified, but her fear floated so very far away from her. She pressed her hands into her knees and kept rubbing Krishan with her bare butt.

"No, Mom. She's helping us."

"Really?" Anushka watched the freckled woman in the mirror. Nayanthara did look like a friendly, innocent person. Maybe she was helping. "What do you want, spirit?"

"Complete the bond, Anushka." Nayanthara's smile was earnest and true. "Take Krishan whence he came."

"You can't mean ..." Sweat beaded on Anushka's forehead.

"Just the tip, Mom." Krishan squeezed Anushka's hips and lifted her about fourteen inches off his lap. He held her there, above him. He could see her pussy clearly with her legs spread and her feet planted on either side of Krishan's feet. Her lips protruded wonderfully and glistened. Krishan knew he was about to go home. "Just this one time."

"Okay, Krish." Anushka reached under her and grabbed the purple head. "Just the tip and just for a moment." She lined him up with her opening and lowered herself down on his penis. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. It's too ... big." The head lodged itself inside her vagina and spread her out. "It'll never ... fit ... ooooohhhhhhh."

"So ... tight ... Mom." Krishan had the perfect view as the pink interior of his mom's pussy gripped him like a vice. He hated to admit it, but Anushka was right. He would never fit in such a tight pussy.

"The bond, the pact, the contract made." Nayanthara watched from the mirror with mercurial, green eyes. "We **censored** and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, sweet Anushka. Then you can have it all. You can feel it all. You can fit it all."

"Aaaaaahhhhh. Okay, okay. I ... approve ... let me ... have this." There was no pretense in Anushka's mind about helping Krishan with his ankle, or any other excuse. She had been swept up in the moment and wanted him desperately. "I'll pay ... any price ..."

"Very good, my lady." Nayanthara bowed her head slightly to Anushka and disappeared. The mirror was just a mirror again.