“Then please your new king, too,” he grunted, reaching out and cupping the back of her head in the palm of his hand.
Straining against her resistance, he forced her head toward him at the same time he inched his hips forward.
“Take it,” he growled as the big, purple head of his cock nudged up against her full, red lips. “Take it in your mouth and show it your respect!”
Pressing his cock against her soft lips, he continued to pull her toward him. Finally, he watched her lips part and the head of his cock slowly slipped in between them.
“Suck on it, my queen,” he panted, thrusting his cock into her mouth. “Suck on it just like you sucked on father’s cock. Suck out its sweet essence.”
Pushing his cock into her mouth, he had almost half of his cock buried down inside it before he felt her begin to tentatively suck on it. He wanted to come in her mouth so badly. But he couldn’t. Not the first time. The first time must be reserved for her cunt. He must fill it with his seed and let her give him an heir. Once she was with child, his child, then he would make her drink from his fountain of youth. Make her drink from it and swallow its creamy load down into her belly.
“Harder—suck it harder—” he ordered her, reaching out and grabbing hold of a handful of her hair. Then he felt her suck harder as he held her head in between his hands and fucked her pretty face.
Tears were still streaming down her face, dripping down onto his muscular thighs and her bobbling breasts as he fucked her hot mouth.
At last, he slowly backed his jutting prick out of his mother’s mouth. As it came out she was sucking on it so hard, it made a loud, slurping sound. As he looked down at her, he saw that she couldn’t return his look as her eyes shifted from side to side avoiding his. Then, he reached down and took her hands in his. Gently pulling on them, he lifted her to her feet. As she stood, her big, heavy breasts bobbled and quivered making her swollen nipples bob up and down flinging drops of milk every where.
Atheling slowly peeled her dress down off her the slope of her shoulders and down her arms. Then, he dug his thumbs down under her dress and began easing it down over her rounded hips. Leaning down as he pushed her dress lower, he found one of her jutting nipples with his lips and began teasing his tongue back and forth across it. All at once, her dress went slithering down her legs to puddle at her feet. Stepping back, King Atheling saw that she was wearing a pair of shimmering, red, satin pantaloons. They were the only thing hiding her treasure from his hungry eyes.
“Please, my king . . . please don’t do this . . . I will do the other to respect your royal scepter, but please, not this . . .” she pleaded holding her arms crossed in front of her mammoth breasts.
“But my queen, how am I to father an heir, if we don’t’,” he said. “We must . . .”
Reaching down with both hands, he quickly pushed her red pantaloons down over the swell of her hips. As her pantaloons went whispering down her legs, Atheling saw the forest of curly, black curls covering the Y of her belly. But he had only a momentary glance at it before she covered it with a hand.
“Please, please, my king, please, anything but this . . . ” she wept, trying to hide herself from his prying eyes.
“Come, my beautiful queen,” he murmured, taking hold of the hand covering the mass of black curls at the base of her softly rounded belly.
“Please, my King, we can’t, not that . . . please . . . don’t hurt me,” she wept straining back away from him, digging her feet in to keep from being pulled toward the bed.
“Come, my Queen, and you will suffer no injuries, only pleasure,” he told her, tugging her toward the bed.
“Please,” she whined, tears running down her cheeks as she fought against him.
“I do not wish to harm you. So you must stop resisting. It is inevitable . . .” he growled, a hint of anger in his voice.
Suddenly, the resistance flowed from her body and she went limp, letting herself be docilely led to the bed.
“Crawl onto the bed,” he told her, releasing her hand.
Meekly, she leaned down over the bed, her huge tits swinging below her as she placed knee on the bed and crawled up on it. As she did, King Atheling lovingly ran his fingers over the soft smoothness of her perfect, round ass. This, too, one day, my Queen, he promised himself.
Unbuttoning his ruffled blouse, he watched her lower herself down onto her belly and then slowly roll over onto her back. He stood looking down at her massive breasts as they jiggled softly while she lay with her head turned to the side, softly sobbing and avoiding his eyes.
Peeling his blouse back over his muscular shoulders, he tossed it down onto the foot of the bed. As she lay with her arms at her sides, her mammoth breasts were so large they draped down over her arms partially obscuring them from view.
Leaning down over her, he eased his hands under her legs and lifted them, pulling her toward him at the same time. Pulling her toward him, he continued until her perfect, round ass was resting on the edge of the bed with the oozing, pink gash between her legs poised just above it.
Gently, he lowered her legs until her dainty feet were resting on the stone floor. Now he was standing in between her legs as she lay half on and half off the bed. Then he slowly lowered himself down to his knees between her legs. Suddenly he found himself face to face with the weeping love wound at the pit of her mother’s softly rounded belly. It was just as beautiful as he remembered it being. Maybe even more beautiful now, because it was his. Its thick, meaty lips were wetly cleaving together, hiding the secrecy of the forbidden opening between them. And above the fleshy, dusky-pink lips, her clit jutted out hard and swollen. It was the biggest clit he had ever seen, and by its size and swollen condition, Atheling could see that despite his mother’s protestations, she must be feeling some element of arousal.
Reaching out, Atheling ran his fingers along the smooth softness of her quivering thighs, pushing on them, spreading them wider apart and opening her to him.
“Please . . . no . . .” he heard her softly plead as he leaned closer to her and eased his tongue out.
Then he slowly, teasingly ran his tongue over the jutting bulb of her clit as it jutted up out of its fleshy hood.
“Nooooo . . . ohhhhhhh,” he heard her murmur, the protest seeming to change into a murmured surrender.
Slowly, he began to flick his tongue back and forth across her vulnerable clit. Teasing and tormenting it, he saw her clawed hands dig down into the bed sheets as the muscles in her belly tensed and quivered. Was she fighting to come . . . or to keep from coming, he sickly wondered as he continued to attack her defenseless clit?
“No . . . No . . . No . . .” she whimpered out. But even as she protested, he felt her ever so gently begin to thrust herself against his hungry mouth.
As she lay quietly sobbing, Atheling could see that the big, purple nipples jutting up out of her breasts were painted with her milk. Reaching up over her straining belly, he wrapped one hand around one of the flattened giants and gave it a rough squeeze. As he did, a stream of milk shot up into the air, dropping back down and coating his hand and her breast with a splattering of warm, sticky milk.
The protests had ceased, replaced by soft, murmuring moans as the thrusting of her hips became more and more insistent. Raising his other hand up under his chin, he stuck out two fingers and slowly eased them up to her pussy. Fingering open her goo-covered pussy lips, he pushed his fingers up into the hot clutch of her cunt.
“Unnnnnnnn . . .” she groaned out, the muscles encircling her vagina collapsing down around his fingers, clutching at them and squeezing them.
Working his fingers in and out of her gooey cunt, Atheling could feel his mother growing more and more agitated. Her whole body was tensing, straining as she thrust herself back against his hand and mouth.
“No—no—no—” she groaned out, her head twisting from side to side, but he wouldn’t relent as he kept licking his tongue back and forth across her clit.
Sensing that she was teetering on the edge, he slowly lifted his mouth away from her clit. Smirking, he looked up over her heaving belly to her grimaced face.
“Would my Queen like to come?” he asked her, smirking at her through his juice-smeared lips. “Would she like to finish . . .”
“Yes—yes—please—please let me come,” she pleaded, thrusting her pussy up at him, lifting her beautiful ass up off the bed. “Please—please—touch it—touch it and lick it—make me come—”
“But, Mother, how could I let that happen,” he smirked again, slowly pushing up to his feet between her outstretched legs. “You know the King comes first . . . he must be pleased first before he could allow you to finish . . .””What—what my, King—what can I do for you . . . I’ll do anything you say,” she groveled out. “But please let me come . . .”
“I will take care of that, Mother,” he told her, reaching down and grasping hold of one of her long legs. Thrusting it up into the air, he rested its back against his belly and chest. Then he lifted her other leg up into the air. Her calves were resting against his shoulders and her dainty feet brushing against his temples as he reached down and wrapped his fist around his big, jutting penis.
Stepping closer, he aimed the tapered head of the jutting monster down at the weeping slit between her fat, gorged pussy lips.
“Does the queen want the king to fuck her?” he asked her, slowly rubbing the head of his dick up and down between her juice-slathered cunt lips.
“Yes—yes—” she hissed. “Yes, my king—fuck your queen.”
“Would Mother like her Son to fuck her?” he maliciously asked, fitting the tapered tip of his cock down into the oozing, weeping hole at the bottom of her pussy. “Would Mother like for her Son to fuck her with his big, hard cock?”
“Yes—please—put it in,” she murmured, her eyes tightly clenched together. “Put it in and fuck me with your big, hard cock . . .”
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