"Yeesssssss." Nayanthara cherished the feeling of his thin chest pushing against her belly. They fit together perfectly. The young gentleman and the mature lady, both at the height of vitality. "You need no permission. Win my heart through my body, as a ruffian would. Take what you want. This is what a woman wants. This is what your mother wants."
"I ... uh ... uh ... understand." Krishan's pleasure built as the pale woman undulated on his lap. He leaned forward, without asking, and pressed his lips to the chill of her breasts. He softly nibbled at the supple nipple between his teeth.
"That's it, dearie," Nayanthara hissed. She cradled his head in her hands, running her fingers through his blond hair. "Take ... take ... take ... all that I offer. And then push me to offer more."
"Mmmmmmmmm." Krishan sucked on the nipple and cold, sweet milk flowed into his mouth. He gulped the intoxicating drink down. His hands gripped her firm butt, pressing her onto his dick with each forward churn of her hips.
Nayanthara rode Krishan like that for a long time. She cooed and grunted as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, taking her milk from her. Eventually, she felt the spasms in his thighs and hips. He was ready. "Now it's ... oooohhhhh ... your turn to give, Krish. Fill me with your infernal seed."
Krishan barely heard her words, he was so lost in the ecstasy of the moment. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." He unloaded inside the apparition's pussy, convulsing with each shot of cum. When he was done and coming down from his high, he found that he'd already been tucked into bed. He was so tired. He looked up to see the naked redhead lean over him and give him a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight," Krishan said and closed his eyes.
"Goodnight, my prince," Nayanthara whispered. "May you conquer many in your dreams." She straightened up and smiled down at the boy as he drifted into sleep. And she, herself, drifted off, too, disappearing from the room like dust on the wind.
~~
The twins sat in the dining room eating breakfast before school. "How's the ankle?" Shriya said between bites of bagel.
"I'll live." Krishan paused his spoonful of cereal on its way to his mouth. "How's your hand?"
"I'll live." Shriya held up her lightly bandaged hand and offered a thin smile. "I just don't want to see that man with the top hat ever again."
"Me too." Krishan nodded and took the bite of cereal. That was so very true.
The doorbell chimed, playing the first eight notes from Beethoven's Fifth Symphony.
"I'll get it." Anushka stepped out of the kitchen and walked through the dining room. She wore a skirt and an oversized t-shirt.
"You look ... different, Mom," Shriya called after her.
"Don't be rude, pumpkin." Anushka smiled at her daughter. Her plan today was to pretend nothing was wrong. Fake it until you make it.
Krishan could just barely hear Anushka talking to someone as she answered the door. A few minutes later, she returned to the dining room with two people behind her. "Krishan and Shriya, meet our guests." Anushka smiled at her children. "This is Mr. Maxamed Samatar and Mrs. Khadra Samatar." Anushka stepped to the side so her children could say hello. Maxamed was a tallish man with dark skin, short black hair, and a crisp blue suit and tie. He did not smile at the twins. Khadra was a short, slim woman, wearing a dress that covered all but her hands, and a headscarf that covered her hair and neck. Her complexion matched her husband's, but she offered a wide smile with lots of white teeth.
"Hello, children." Khadra nodded to each twin in turn.
"Hello." Shriya returned the smile and looked at the equipment each guest held. They had all sorts of electronic devices in their hands and hung over their shoulders.
"Hi." Krishan hadn't ever met a woman with a hijab before, but he had seen them around. He thought Khadra was quite striking with her pretty, heart-shaped face. He wondered what her hair looked like. But, he guessed, that was the point of the hijab. "Are you helping with the remodel?"
"We are here to -" Khadra started to say something, but was cut off by her husband.
"We are experts with the paranormal." Maxamed's countenance looked grim. "We are here to investigate and rid your home of any demons that may linger. I get the feeling that we may be needed. I feel the presence of Dhegdheer. Do you not, Khadra?"
"Let's not scare the children." Kahdra's smile widened further as she tried to reassure the two youngsters.
"We're not children. We're eighteen." Shriya raised an eyebrow and looked at Anushka. "What's this about, Mom?"
"Nothing, pumpkin." Anushka stepped over to her daughter and patted her on the shoulder.
"Ghosts?" Krishan's face turned pale. He suddenly worried for Nayanthara. "You're here to rid the house of ghosts?"
While Krishan talked to the Samatars, Shriya stood and leaned close to Anushka. "Ghosts, Mom? This is weird. I don't think they're even Christian," Shriya whispered.
"They were free," Anushka whispered to her daughter as Krishan peppered the Samatars with questions. "I don't mind who they worship. I just want them to check the house. It's just a precaution." Anushka leaned away from Shriya and addressed the room. "The twins were just leaving for school. Would you like to put down your things?"
"We'll set them down below the main stairs and get started. This could take all morning." Maxamed eyed Anushka like he did not like what he saw. "Where is your husband?"
"He's up in the west tower." Anushka walked past her guests to the dining room doorway. "I'll lead you to him. You can drop your stuff on the way." She turned back to the twins. "Off to school with you two." She then left with the Samatars right behind her.
"I don't like it." Krishan furrowed his brows and stared at the empty doorway.
"It's weird, but whatever." Shriya picked up her backpack from where it leaned by the wall. "Does Mom look like she's putting on weight to you?"
"Maybe a little." Krishan slowly stood and moved toward his own backpack. He didn't want to leave the house and let those people harm Nayanthara. But what could he do?
"She looks good, don't get me wrong." Shriya didn't notice the far off look in her brother's eyes. "I'm just worried that the move may have been harder on her than normal. Gaining weight is a sign of ..." Shriya talked and talked as they made their way to the front door.
Beyond his sister's voice, Krishan heard a whisper pass down the long hall. It was Nayanthara's sweet voice.
"Never fear, dearie," Nayanthara said. "I've faced worse. I'll be here when you return."
Krishan smiled and looked at his sister. She was still talking about weight. She didn't seem to hear Nayanthara. He took a deep breath. This was good. Everything would be fine. The twins left the house to go catch their bus.
~~
When Maxamed and Khadra started their investigation, Maxamed switched to speaking Somali. He knew his wife preferred English, but he always thought the mother tongue would give them the upper hand on American evil spirits. "They have lots of white people books," Maxamed said in Somali. He surveyed the library, holding his electromagnetic field detector in front of him.
"What are white people books?" Khadra also spoke Somali. She was a good wife and tried to do what was asked of her.
"I'm picking up something on the meter. A heavy EMF." Maxamed stepped closer to the books and stopped with his detector touching a book titled First Love. "This, Khadra, is a white person book."
"Is it?" Khadra moved close to her husband and read the spine. "It's Russian, not American."
Maxamed turned off his detector and looked carefully at the spine of each book in the area.
"That is the problem with you, husband." Khadra shivered despite the warm temperature in the room. "It is always us and them with you. I am American. It is simply we, now."
"Watch your tongue, woman." Maxamed pulled out First Love and looked in the gap where it had been.
"Sorry." Khadra lowered her eyes.
"There is something here behind the books." Maxamed took more books from the shelf and stared. "Allah, have mercy."
"What is it?" Khadra peered into the opening her husband had made and gasped. "What malevolent spirit taunts us so?"
"Grab me a bag and tongs." Maxamed watched his slender wife dig into her bag. "Do you think it is the lady's? She was dressed like a harlot."
"No. She's the innocent sort." Khadra rose with the bag and tongs and handed them to her husband. "Look at the size. What woman could fit that inside her?"
"If you take my tool inside you, surely you could take this." Maxamed chuckled to himself. "Do not answer that. This thing is that of a giant."
Khadra giggled but did not answer. She watched her husband bag it up and stuff it in his tote. "What other tricks does this spirit have in store?"
"We shall see." Maxamed put the books back on the shelf. "We shall see."
~~
The paranormal investigators sat across the dining table from Ganesh and Anushka. They had spent the morning going through the house. Somewhere far off in the house a clock struck noon.
Khadra cocked her head and listened. That was odd, she didn't remember seeing a large chiming clock as they searched the house.
"Can we offer you lunch?" Anushka smiled at the couple.
"No thank you." Maxamed barely curved his lips in reply. "Ridding the world of evil spirits is payment enough. Of course, some people choose to donate to our cause. That would be greatly appreciated."
Ganesh shot Anushka a harsh look.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Samatar." Anushka patted Ganesh's hand on the table. "We're a little short on funds right now."
"Well, maybe when you spend some time in your lovely house without the company of spirits, you will find some funds. Yes?" Maxamed nodded to himself. "Our instruments picked up many anomalous results. The library was of particular interest to us. We found objects that had lingering traces of an entity." Maxamed placed Anushka's copy of First Love, on the table. "Do you know this book?"
"Yes." Anushka nodded and thought about Nayanthara's interest in the novel. "That's my book."
"Strange." Khadra opened the book and peered at the first page. "Perhaps -"
"Perhaps it is of little interest." Maxamed cut off his wife. "We also found this tool in the library. I must warn you, this is ... um ... uncomfortable for us." He reached into his tote. "But that is what the spirits desire. To make us uneasy." He pulled the massive, black dildo, out of his tote. It was still in a clear plastic bag. He placed it on the table.
Ganesh's eyes widened, but he said nothing.
"Um ... um ..." Anushka stammered. How did it get back in the library? "I've ... we've never seen that before."
Khadra eyed Anushka closely. Was this her phallus after all? Khadra could not imagine this innocent woman taking such a thing inside her. She adjusted her headscarf and tried to think purer thoughts.
"Just as I thought." Maxamed nodded with gravity. "These evil spirits love tricks. We will dispose of this for you."
"Thank you." Ganesh glared at his wife.
"We have made symbols of protection with salt on the floor of the library, the main living room, and the boy's room upstairs," Maxamed said. "Also, the fireplaces. Wherever our sensors picked up activity. Please do not disturb the symbols."
"Is that really necessary?" Ganesh sighed. He couldn't believe his wife got him to agree to this.
"Most necessary." Maxamed's dark lips pressed together. He did not like being questioned. "The last thing to discuss is the locked room by the main stairs. We must gain access."
"We don't have a key." Ganesh shrugged. "I'll get to it eventually. The best we can tell from the original house plan is that it was some sort of drawing room. Smaller than the other living rooms."
"I do not think that is right." Maxamed shook his head slowly. "That I do not like. I will place a very strong protection symbol outside that door. In a week's time, we will return to freshen our symbols. If the door is unlocked by then, that would be very well for all."
"Sure." Ganesh would get to it when he got to it.
"We will now finish up with your home." Khadra offered her pretty smile and stood.
"In a week, we'll return. We encourage you to consider a donation at that time so that we may continue our invaluable work." Maxamed gathered his things and stood next to his wife.
"We'll think about it." Anushka stood too.
"Thank you." Maxamed nodded and the couple exited the dining room.
"What a scam," Ganesh whispered.
"They've calmed my nerves, dear." Anushka patted Ganesh's shoulder. "Maybe we will give them a small donation when they come back."
"And how did that huge black thing end up in the library, Anu? I thought you threw it away." Ganesh stood, suddenly very nervous that his wife had been using that monster behind his back.
"It wasn't me." Anushka looked into his eyes with complete sincerity. "I don't know how that thing got in the library."
"Okay, fine." Funny thing was, Ganesh believed his wife. She hadn't put it there. Maybe the house was haunted. Or maybe she was sleepwalking. Whatever was happening, Ganesh wished his list of projects wasn't quite so long. He didn't want his family to spend any more time in the Mansion than they had to.
~~
Krishan burst in the front door after school. His sister still trudged up the front walk behind him. "Mom?" He walked into the entry room and looked around. Something caught his eye to the left. Something white on the floor outside the locked door. He walked over to it and looked down. Drawn on the floor in white power was a crude bird with an arrow in its claw.
"What's that?" Shriya walked up next to her brother and looked down.
"That will rid us of our little ghost, problem. Supposedly." Ganesh descended the stairs and looked down at his kids. "There's a few of those symbols around the house. Don't disturb them or face the wrath of your mother."
"This is weird, Dad." Shriya looked over at her father.
"I agree. I'll have a little talk with the pastor about it on Sunday." Ganesh got to the bottom of the stairs. "Until then, don't mess with the salt pictures. They won't harm anything."
"Sure, Dad." Shriya said.
"Sure." Krishan kept his eyes on the symbol. Until he saw Nayanthara again, he'd worry. She had told him everything would be fine, but this sort of symbolism seemed ... well, Krishan wasn't sure, but it was certainly more than he'd expected.
Krishan let his sister wander off to do homework, and his dad went back to work on the house. He wandered around and found more symbols in the library, and in front of the fireplaces in his room and the main living room. He also found his mom jogging on the treadmill in the basement. He froze when he saw her wide hips and side-boob bouncing with each stride. Even in an oversized t-shirt and baggy shorts, she was a splendid sight.
"Hi, Mom."
"Oh, hello, pumpkin." Anushka looked over her shoulder at him and caught him staring at her butt. She didn't remember Karun checking her out that way when he was a teenager. Then again, she hadn't ever done naughty things with Karun. She blushed and turned her head forward again. "Did Dad tell you about the symbols?"
"Yeah, Mom."
"We should be free and clear of the Varma's now. Everything will go back to normal." Anushka frowned at that and hit the button to stop the treadmill. If things were going to go back to normal, why was her body still so darn curvy? She'd resisted buying new clothes in the day since she'd made that bargain, but at the very least she'd need some new bras soon. Her poor boobs ached and were spilling out of the sports bra under her shirt. Maybe she'd need some new pants, too. She couldn't even fit into any of her jeans now.
"I hope not." Krishan realized he still had his backpack on. He slipped out of it and dropped it by the stairs.
"What do you mean?" The treadmill came to a full stop and beeped. Anushka had to do a double take at her seven-minute-thirty-eight-second per mile average. She hadn't run like that since she was a girl in high school track. "The Samatars seemed very professional. I think we can put all this behind us." She grabbed her hand towel and wiped off her sweaty face.
"Nayanthara is helping us, Mom." Krishan closed the distance between them. He could smell her sweat from several feet away. It smelled like raw energy. He loved it. "And speaking of help, I need some assistance with my ..."
"Not a chance, Krish." Anushka kept her back to him, towel still up to her face. "I do feel a sense of clear headedness since the Samatars did their thing. I think what we did was very wrong. Maybe we should sit down and talk about -" Anushka sucked in her breath as she felt hands sliding down her hips. "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking some advice, Mom." Krishan reached around Anushka and dug his fingers into the front of her pelvis. He pulled her back against the hard dick in his pants.
"My, gosh," Anushka whispered. "It's really hard, isn't it?"
"Yeah, Mom." Krishan moved his hips and rubbed against the back of her shorts. His hands wandered northward and cupped her breasts through her shirt and sports bra. This level of assertiveness didn't feel natural, but he didn't want to be the gelding like Nayanthara had said. "You can just use your boobs again. We don't need to have sex."
"I can't ..." Anushka shut her eyes. All her focus went to that goliath pressed up against her backside. "I can't think straight. I thought we could move on ... from this ... but ..." Her son's hands were so forceful as they kneaded her breasts. She could clearly feel how deeply he desired her. His own mother. Heaven help them. She turned around in his arms and she looked down at his gentle blue eyes. "Not here, sweetie. Anyone could walk down those stairs any minute."
"I love you, Mom." Krishan leaned up and gently nibbled at her soft, full lower lip. His tongue entered her mouth and soon they were making out.
"Mmmmmmmm." Anushka wanted to tell him how much she loved him, too. But she didn't want to break their kiss. Her hands moved around his shoulders as he groped and rubbed her back. They kissed for a good long while. Eventually, she pulled back. "Not in here, I said." She took his hand and led him toward the door to the utility half of the basement, where the washer and dryer and other mechanicals were. She noticed he still walked with a slight limp, but he seemed much better. He'd healed very fast, it seemed. She opened the door, turned on the light, and they walked into the unfinished room. She closed the door behind them.
"Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate the help." Krishan pulled down his underwear and pants and left them on the concrete floor. He walked over to the washing machine and pulled himself up so he was sitting on top. He took off his shirt and dropped it. His dick stood out proudly, the dark-purple head swaying side to side slightly with his elevated pulse. "Here?"
"Yes." Anushka wanted to make eye contact with her son, but her gaze was drawn to that monster between his legs. She pulled off her shirt and then she pulled off her sports bra. A chill ran through her as her sweaty boobs were exposed to the cool basement air. She walked to her son. "There's something magical about you, Krish. I never thought ..." She stopped in front of the washing machine and took hold of his penis. "I just never thought." Her hands stroked him up and down.
"You're so beautiful." Krishan's eyes moved from Anushka's full boobs, with their large, pink nipples and small areola, up to the mesmerized expression on her pretty face.
Soon, Anushka was bent at the waist, enveloping her son's thing with her breasts. She performed the act like she'd done with him before, a hand held to the outside of each boob, pressing them up and down. She spit down on that purple head for lubrication. She took a peek up at Krishan's face. Judging from his expression, she guessed that she'd become pretty good at this new sex act. "What a good boy," she breathed. She didn't have a towel with her to soak his seed up. Well, she supposed she'd have to swallow it all up. Nothing to be done about that. She stroked him like that for more than ten minutes.
"It's not ... uh ... uh ... coming out, Mom." Krishan's face was red and he grunted as he worked hard to hold back his orgasm. "Can I put it ... inside you again?"
"No sex, Krish." Anushka shook her head and watched the monstrous organ sliding between her breasts. "I am not going to cheat on your father again. Can you imagine what he'd do if he found out?"
"Yeah, he'd go crazy." Krishan didn't mention that he thought his dad would probably go crazy if he caught his wife giving their son a titjob, too. Krishan considered the lies everyone tells themselves. "Can I just put the tip in? Please?"
"I said no, mister." Anushka looked up into his sweet face. She could see sweat dripping down his forehead. "No whining. You should be happy I'm doing this for you."
"I am." Krishan put his hands on his mom's shoulders. He could feel her little muscles working as she worked her boobs up and down with her arms. "Sorry." He tried to focus on enjoying the titjob. It was, after all, miraculous in and of itself.
At that moment, Nayanthara descended the basement stairs on bare feet. Her bustled dress trailed behind her. She entered the basement and looked to her left.
One of those ghastly symbols glowed a pallid green at her from the floor by the fireplace. This one showed a crude frog holding a trident. Nayanthara stepped over to the thing and tried to annihilate the frog by spreading the salt with her foot. But she found she could not touch the thing. She crossed her arms and frowned. The frog symbol stared back up at her. Why did it glow in such a sickly way? Nayanthara turned away from the symbol and silently crossed the basement. She would eventually put the Samatars in their place. But first, she needed to help Krishan.
The door to the unfinished half of the basement silently opened and Nayanthara stepped through. She could hear the slick wetness of Anushka's breasts as she tried to bring her son to completion. Nayanthara caught Krishan's eye as she shut the door behind her, but Anushka was too busy staring at his steed to notice the entry of a third wheel. Nayanthara smiled at Krishan and held her finger up to her pink lips for silence. She then stalked across the floor until she was right behind Anushka.
"Are you close?" Anushka's arms were tiring.
"Almost." Krishan watched Nayanthara as she sank to her knees behind his mother, cradling her swollen belly.
"Oh." Anushka gave a start and stopped stroking Krishan with her breasts. "Something cold on my back. Ohhhh." Anushka shivered and felt her shorts and panties drop to the floor. "How?" Anushka tried to turn around, but Krishan's grip on her shoulders tightened and he held her facing him.
"It's Nayanthara," Krishan whispered.
"Oh, no. She was supposed to be ... ooooohhhhhhh." In one motion, those freezing hands spread Anushka's legs and pulled her butt up so she was bent further at the waist. Then a shock of pleasure spread through her as something amazing happened to her vagina. "What is she dooooinnnnnggggg?" But Anushka knew. She could feel those hands of ice, one on each butt cheek. And she knew the frigid thing squirming along her vaginal lips was another woman's tongue. For the second time in her life, and the second time in two days, someone was giving her oral sex.
"Wow, Mom, she's eating you out." Krishan could just see Nayanthara's hat and her perfect hair bob behind his mother's ass.
"Language ... Krishan ... uh ... uh ... don't ..." Anushka's mind trailed off. Her hands dropped her boobs and grabbed her son's penis. Her mouth descended and she took the head into her mouth. As pleasure surged through her from that icy tongue, she bounced her head with short strokes.
After a few minutes, Nayanthara backed off Anushka's nethers and stood. "She's ready, now. Hop down from there."
"Okay." Krishan pulled his dick out of his mom's mouth and slid off the washing machine. He stood next to his panting mother as she put her hands on the edge of the machine and tried to focus her mind.
