In a different place in the Autumn Palace, at night, specifically in the royal garden, where exotic and luscious flowers were blooming, two people were having a dilly dally.
A mother and a son, to be exact.
"Oh, come on, son, don't be a pussy," the mother said, grabbing her son's shirt and pulling him closer.
"Let go, Mother," he protested. "There are always people here. If someone saw us, that'll be the end of us." The boy was right about this; there weren't many places where they could have their little rendezvous without being seen by other people passing through.
The woman smiled at his concern for her reputation, but she didn't let him off so easily after all. She grabbed both sides of his head with one hand as though trying to force it into hers before kissing him hard enough that he felt the imprint of her lips on his skin even when she pulled back. His eyes widened in shock, then closed against the pain. He gasped softly once more as she released him from between her fingers.
She stood up straight again, still holding onto his face while looking down at him. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like silk sheets and brushed across the smooth surface of his cheek. A faint scent drifted around them, an aroma similar to wildflowers or fruit trees mixed with something sweetly musky. It reminded him vaguely of how women smelled during sex.
"Let us have some fun here. I want you to devour me here. On this very garden." The Queen said, looking down at her son with no tenderness nor mother's love but rather lust and desire. She leaned forward and kissed him once more, harder than ever before.
"But mother..." he gasped in between trying to impart the wisdom that if someone saw them, a mother and a son, a queen, and a Prince, then that'll be the end for both of them.
He tried desperately to resist her kiss, but her lips pressed upon his own forcefully until finally giving way. For a moment he thought she had won, only to feel himself surrendering under the onslaught of pleasure coursing through him.
"Come on, baby, the Summer Kingdom does this. It's normal for them to wed brothers and sisters and uncles and nieces, cousins... why can't we?" She asked rhetorically, breaking away from their embrace long enough to look down at him. They were now standing just inches apart. There wasn't any space left between them anymore, either physically or emotionally.
Her hands slid along his chest slowly as she spoke.
"This...this is not the Summer Kingdom and this type of relationship is forbidden here. You know that!" He said sternly. But despite his protests, his body betrayed him yet again and began responding to the warmth emanating from her touch. He couldn't help but moan quietly.
His resistance was weakening fast.
"Yes, yes, I do," she cooed, leaning in towards him again, pressing her full breasts together against his chest. "Aren't you going to grant your mother at least this pleasure?" She had puppy eyes now, and her voice sounded almost childlike.
It worked.
"Mother, please," he pleaded, his mouth open wide. He wanted to push her away, but instead, his arms reached out instinctively, grasping hold of her waist.
She laughed gently.
"You're such a good boy, aren't you? So obedient. Your father would've been proud if he was not a bastard."
As much as he hated to admit it, she might actually be right about that. His father never talked to him except when necessary. And whenever he did talk, it seemed to be mostly complaining. About work, his wife, and his life.
Her fingers traced his stomach before going down and stroking the bulge beneath his pants. He groaned loudly. She pulled his pants and reached out to grab his manhood.
She cupped his balls in her free hand, squeezing them lightly before releasing them. She rubbed her palm back and forth along the length of his shaft, causing him to shudder involuntarily. She looked up at him with a smirk, knowing exactly what effect her actions had on him.
"I'm sure you must think I am too old for you. That my body has grown weak and soft since giving birth. Well, let me tell you that your mother is still quite fit! Do you believe me now?"
He nodded fervently. He knew better than to deny his mother anything she desired of him.
·ƈθm "Good," she said, smiling wickedly as she took control of his member again, gripping its base firmly and tugging upward. "Now, shall I show you?"
She crouched down and pulled his pants down quickly, exposing his fully erect cock. She gripped the base tightly with one hand while using her other to stroke upwards along the underside.
With every motion, the head of his dick grew larger and darker red in color.
"See how big it gets when it grows hard? Isn't that wonderful?" She whispered huskily in his ear.
When he nodded vigorously, she continued to fondle his penis, watching intently as it became increasingly engorged in front of her eyes.
She brought her face close to his pulsating cock and smelled it. Its scent filled her nostrils and made her smile.
Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip of his shaft, sucking gently on the swollen flesh. As soon as she touched it, he cried out in surprise and pain, but she didn't stop. Instead, she sucked on him, making slow circles around the head, licking and nibbling at it occasionally.
Slowly she moved further down his shaft, taking inch after inch of his meat inside of her throat. Then she stopped, keeping him trapped within her wet lips.
After a few moments, she removed herself from his crotch altogether, leaving a trail of saliva behind.
"How's that?" She purred, running her tongue over her lips. "Is it bigger now?"
Again he nodded emphatically.
"Do you want me to suck on it some more?" She asked, her voice dripping with seduction.
"Yes, please!" he replied breathlessly, already anticipating the sensation of her warm mouth engulfing his entire length.
She obliged, wrapping her lips around his erection once more and beginning to bob her head. Her movements were gentle and teasing, but also firm enough to keep him contained in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the ridge of his crown, which caused him to gasp audibly.
She repeated this several times before moving her mouth lower, taking the bulbous tip of his cock between her lips. She circled the rim of his glans with the tip of her pink tongue, flicking it rapidly.
Soon he couldn't take it anymore.
"Please, Mother, make me cum." He begged, thrusting his hips upwards.
"Mmm, I'd like nothing more. Let me taste you first." She said, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.
She moaned happily as she tasted his essence, swallowing roughly half of his length before removing her lips entirely.
"That was delicious. Now, I need to return the favor. Come here." She said, beckoning to her son. He crawled towards her eagerly.
The willy grass of the garden tickled her ass.
When he arrived beside her, she grasped his member once more and guided him to her entrance.
"Ahh, ohhh..." She sighed deeply as his throbbing cock entered her folds, spreading her walls apart.
Once more he felt the overwhelming rush of pleasure, feeling her inner muscles squeeze tight around his girth. After a short time, she withdrew her legs from his torso and pushed backward slightly, guiding his cock deep inside of her.
"Fuck me, baby," she said, her voice low and sensual.
And fuck her he did.
He pounded her relentlessly, pounding into her with his full weight.
She held onto his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, moaning loudly as he plunged into her.
He felt her pussy clamp down hard around his cock each time he bottomed out. Each impact sent waves of pleasure radiating throughout his entire body.
He came suddenly, shooting rope after rope of seed into her depths. She grunted and shuddered as she felt his hot fluid fill her.
They remained in position for a few minutes afterward, catching their breaths. Eventually, he rolled over onto his back and lay there, spent and content.
He was done, but not her.
Even after cumming two times, she hasn't cum a single time. It was not fair, and she wasn't going to leave him be. She rose above him and straddled him, rubbing her clitoris against the top of his cock.
"Wait..." he said, his voice was desperate. "It's sensitive, and it's not even hard yet."
"Oh? Is that so," she said, looking at the flaccid cock in her hand. "Let me fix it for you, baby."
She slid down and again took the flaccid cock inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Within seconds, it was growing stiffer, returning to its previous state.