Chapter 117 Exotic Garden! [R-18] (2)



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.

She sat upright again, continuing to stimulate his member with her talented tongue. Soon he was ready for another round, and she helped guide him back into place. This time she rode him, bouncing atop him, grinding her pelvis against his own.

Their bodies slapped together repeatedly, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through him. His hands rested on her bare thighs, his fingertips brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

She looked down at him and smiled knowingly.

"You should meet your father," she said, riding him. Her breathing was haggard and fast.

"...why?" He asked feeling his cock was going to be resigned after this session of mother and son. "Why would I want to see that old man?"

She leaned forward, pinning his hands above him, her face was damn close to his. He could feel her moist breath on his cheeks.

"Because he is a fool who doesn't appreciate what he has. You are beautiful. Strong. Intelligent. Kind. All these things your father cannot say of himself because he is blind to all of those qualities. Why else would I marry a man whom I despised for most of our marriage?"

She paused, letting her words sink in.

"Your father thinks he knows everything, but he does not. He thinks he will remain in power forever. That damn fool is arrogant. He believes that everyone loves him. What an idiot!" She spat angrily.

"No, Mother," he said softly, his mind racing. "Father cares for us. I know he does. We have a very strong family bond. No matter how bad he may treat you, he still dotes on me."

She scoffed.

"He did. Not does. Did," she corrected, emphasizing the past tense.

"What happened?" He asked, unable to hide his concern. The last thing he wanted was for her to be unhappy.

"After his reign, it should be you who should sit on the throne, not your sister," she said simply. Her hips moved up and down and up and down vigorously like a whore from a very prolific brothel.

"But I don't want to rule!" he exclaimed.

She shook her head.

"You're wrong, dear. You do. If you truly love me as you claim to then you'll accept my proposal. Please, just hear me out."

He considered her request, thinking long and hard about what she was saying. Was it true? Had his father really changed, or was he merely trying to convince himself that he hadn't turned into a monster during his lifetime?

Her hips slowed until they finally stopped completely.

"Power, it's something that I crave. And you can give me it. For years, I've been searching for someone powerful enough to serve me. Someone I could mold and shape according to my desires." She said, locking her eyes with her son. "I've sacrificed too much and gained nothing in return from your father. He doesn't respect me, he doesn't give me the power a Queen should have! Hell, he doesn't even fuck me like a man anymore. But you...you will. Oh yes, sweetheart. You are perfect. Just look at yourself."

He gulped, seeing his mother's frantic and needy expression. How could anyone resist her? She was incredibly sexy and intelligent. A woman any man would kill to possess.

"You are young, handsome, virile. I'm tired of waiting for your father to die off. He's getting older by the day, and we both know how stubborn he can be. So I thought, why wait? Why not seize the opportunity and take what I deserve now rather than later?"

"Mother, no." He said, but his voice was drowned by her lips invading his. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, exploring one another.

His arms came up behind her, wrapping around her waist while hers went under his shoulders, pulling him closer to her body. They kissed passionately, their hips moving together rhythmically.

As they broke apart, he gazed deep into her hazel-green eyes.

"After Father, I'm rightfully the heir to the throne. So why are you worrying?" He asked gently.

She smiled seductively, biting her lip.

"Unless he names your sister his heir," she said, her voice husky and throaty.

Suddenly they hear approaching footsteps from the other side of the garden, where the long bushes act like a wall surrounding the garden.

"Guards," she whispers to him. She was about to move and hide but he suddenly tightened his arms around her waist, pinning her on top of him.

"Where are you going, mother?" He asks, his mouth curled into a cruel smile. "I thought you wanted excitement, Mommy. This is exciting, right?"

The guards come into view; two men dressed in black leather armor carrying swords and wearing helmets. One of them had a scar across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones, while the other appeared more calm and relaxed. Both were tall and muscular.

Her heart beat faster and faster at the impending danger. It is over for both of them if they are caught here but there was something about that danger that made her more aroused, more excited.

Her mind went blank when he suddenly started to thrust his hips upwards, penetrating deeper and harder.

Her eyes rolled backward, and she had the urge to moan loudly, but she bit her hands to prevent that. As though reading her thoughts, he whispered in her ear,

"Shh, don't make noise Mommy lest you want us to get caught," he said teasingly, seeing her struggle. "It wouldn't be so fun otherwise, would it?"

Then he began to pump his hips up and down rapidly, fucking her furiously.

They could hear the guards talking just outside the long bush, walking slowly and leisurely at their own pace.

Soon the sound of their voices became faint and distant, leaving only the sounds of their heavy panting and slapping skin.

She felt she will cry out loud any time. Her eyes moistened and tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

Inch by inch, his cock penetrated her pussy.

When she was sure there were no more guards, she moaned out loudly, pushing herself onto his throbbing shaft.

"You little shit!" She said, her gaze that of a seductive succubus. "You almost made us caught!"

"Sorry Mother," he said, grinning widely.

Then he pushed her off of him, making her kneel on the flower bed below him.

Without warning or anything, he pushed his cock inside her mouth, forcing it between her parted lips and sliding deep down her throat.

With every stroke, his balls slapped against her chin, causing her to gag slightly.

"That's it, suck it, Mommy," he urged, looking down at her.

She gagged, choking on his dick. Then she forced it back into her throat, swallowing it whole.

She sucked on it eagerly, bobbing her head up and down, taking his entire length in her mouth.

She guided her hands between her legs and started to rub her clit, moaning loudly.

Within minutes, she was writhing uncontrollably beneath him. She grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him towards her, wanting to be filled with his cock.

"Yes, baby, fill me up," she cried out, her orgasm building within her.

He continued to piston his hips, driving himself deeper and deeper into her throat.

"I'll...talk to...father," he said, in between thrusting his cock inside her warm and heavenly mouth. "I'll make sure...that I'm the next one in line, not my sister, me. And after that, I'll make you my personal whore, mommy."

She was crying out in ecstasy, her fingers digging into his ass, squeezing tightly.

And then it happened.

With a loud cry, he exploded inside her throat.

Spurt after spurt jetted forcefully into her stomach. She swallowed quickly, trying desperately to keep up with his furious spurts. When he finished cumming, she let go of his buttocks, allowing his spent cock to fall limply from her open mouth.

But she didn't stop there as she quickly swallowed the flaccid cock again. This time with much sucking force. Her tongue made magic on the tip of his penis.

Before he had time to protest, before his cock had time to erect again, he exploded again.

This time, he shot thick ropes of sperm directly into her mouth, filling her mouth with his hot seeds.

His eyes rolled back and he fell back, hitting the ground.

Still kneeling, she licked the end of his cock clean, tasting his salty semen.

Then she stood up, smiling wickedly at her son.

"You've still ways to go before making Mommy your whore, baby." She said, collecting her clothes. "See your father. Kill him or not, your choice. But I want you to be on the throne after that useless limp bastard."

She left the garden, leaving him behind, naked and unconscious. This was her punishment to him for putting her in a dangerous position.