“I’ll think about it,” Ethel said sourly, not unnoticed by his friend.
“Why are you so sour? Because of a girl? Come on, you’ll find youself someone. By the way, you’re married to the queen. God, If I was you I wouldn’t be able to resist such a beauty. I would have her day and night…”
He shrudded. “You forgot that she’s my mother.”
“Yeah. Sorry. It must be difficult when your mother is so hot and unattainable.”
“Disgusting.” Ethel shook his head.
“Heh heh heh. Well, maybe. I was just trying to make light of the situation. So how are you going to… you know, be a man now? You can’t have mistresses, can you?”
“No, I can’t. I’ll face a death sentence for it,” he touched a tall bush in the garden, looking around to make sure there were no servants around.
Alfred put a hand to his chin, pretending to think hard. “Well, have you considered becoming a eunuch? That would solve the problem quite effectively.”
“Thanks for the suggestion, but I think I’ll pass on that one.”
“Yeah. That’s tough. Oh, I have another idea. You can ask her to undress and just imagine she’s another woman. Jerk off as much as you want.”.
“That’s even more disgusting, Al. Besides, she probably won’t agree to that.”
“But you’re the king after all, ain’t you? How can she say no? And the real friend is always here to help ya. You know how I seduced that girl besides my charm? I found a special recipe, look,” he said, taking out some herbs from his pouch. “It’s called xerpentine, I think. It’s very rare here. You mix it with lavender and a little bit of pepper, and voila. The sexual activity of any female increases a thousand times. She’ll beg you to look at her beautiful round breasts herself,” Alfred said dreamily, covering his eyes.
“Forget it. I’m not interested in that kind of thing,” Ethel said.
“Whatever you say, my friend. Whatever you say,” he said as he put it back in the pouch. “But when your balls are about to explode, you’ll speak differently.”
And they closed the topic, continuing to talk about something else.
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Finally, he reached his chambers, holding the crown in his hands. Tiredness ran through his whole body, all he wanted to do was sleep. Ethel longed for a moment of peace and quiet, but as he entered his room, he was met with his mother’s reflection in the mirror.
Beatrice was preoccupied with her own appearance, an indulgence that Ethel found somewhat exasperating. But, for a brief moment, he forgot about his weariness as he watched her primp and preen, admiring herself in the looking glass.
“Hello, dear,” she said, turning to face him with a smile.
“Hi, mom,” Ethel replied wearily.
“These silly questions about heirs… If your father and I had more children, everything would be much simpler,” she sighed.
“I guess,” Ethel added weakly, unsure of how to respond.
“You’ve been seeing Alfred again, haven’t you?” Beatrice asked, disapproval evident in her voice. “You’re the king now, Ethel. You can’t just go around seeing a mere cook.”
“I can see whoever I want, mother. I’m the king now, remember?” he snapped, feeling his exhaustion catch up with him as he slumped into a nearby chair.
“It’s not gonna end up well if you keep talking with me like that, Ethel.,”she slowly unbuttoned her dress, seemingly unfazed by Etel’s display of independence. “Do you mind, my king, if I change clothes?” she asked mockingly.
“I object.”
“And what does that mean?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“It means that you are my mother, but also my queen and wife. I know we can’t be together… physically. But I think there should be at least some level of intimacy we can have. Seeing you changing is the least we can do. I have needs and I see no harm in satisfying them this way.”
The queen’s eyes flickered with surprise. “You want to see me undress? I am your mother. Shouldn’t you be disgusted by the look of my old body,” she asked, her fingers already working to undo the clasps of her regal robes.
“We will see.”
She pondered his words for several seconds. “As you wish”. Slowly, she began to remove her regal robes, starting with the heavy velvet cloak that draped over her shoulders. As she slipped the garment off, her long hair tumbled loose, cascading down her back like a waterfall.
Next, she removed the jeweled crown from her head and set it carefully on a nearby table. With gentle fingers, she unfastened the intricate brooch that held her robes together at the neck, and let the fabric fall open, revealing a simpler gown beneath.
Her hands began to remove the straps of her dress, exposing her full breasts. Ethel tried to restrain his admiration, swallowing hard. Her dark large aureoles stirred his consciousness, the wavy veins on her chest and barely noticeable stretch marks that spoke of a life well-lived. The subtle imperfections only made her more alluring, a woman comfortable in her own skin. It was difficult to look away, an irresistible desire to touch her, to feel the soft weight of her breasts in his hands. A desire to bury his face in them. As she revealed more of her flesh, Ethel could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the blood rushing hotly to his groin. He saw a woman’s breasts so close for the first time.
Despite the inherent discomfort of the situation, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his mother was secretly pleased by the way he was looking at her. It was as if she relished the attention, savoring every furtive glance in her direction. He couldn’t help but feel conflicted – part of him was repulsed by the thought of lusting after his own mother, but another part of him was drawn to her undeniable sensuality.
He tried to ignore the swirling emotions inside him, but it was no use. His eyes were inexorably drawn to her curves, her smooth skin, her full lips. He found himself imagining what it would be like to touch her, to kiss her, to make love to her.
The air was heavy with unspoken tension as she looked at him expectantly. “Should I continue?” she asked. Ethel just nodded, unable to find words as his desire threatened to overwhelm him.
Her hands gripped the edges of the dress and slowly began to pull them down, exposing her thighs. Soon some of her pubic hair became visible wich gave Ethel goosebumps. With each movement she exposed more and more of her body until finally the dress was completely off. He saw her labia, his first labia in life and it belonged to his own mother, covered by a small layer of black pubic hair with beckoning cheeks. He could see it for a couple of seconds, as she quickly covered herself with her nightie, pulling it over herself. Apparently him seeing her lower private parts were too much to bear.
“Are you happy?” she asked, running her fingers through her dark hair.
Ethel released a deep sigh, his cheeks still tinged with warmth. “I think I do”
“I won’t do that again, Ethel. So I hope you get a good look. Let’s go to sleep now”, she replied, settling into the pillows.
He didn’t protest. When they settled, he closed his eyes, trying to push the images from his mind.
The images of what he had witnessed swirled relentlessly in his mind, taunting him and robbing him of any hope of peaceful slumber. Every toss and turn brought him no closer to escaping the unyielding grip of his thoughts. The images that had played out before his eyes left an indelible mark on his mind, a mark that he knew would never fade away. His mother, once the symbol of unconditional love and safety in his life, had now taken on a different persona, one that was shrouded in a secret, taboo love that he could not ignore. In that moment, he realized that he could never look at his mother in the same way again.
Despite the horror that gripped him, he could not deny the thrill that coursed through his veins, the intoxicating feeling of breaking the rules, of venturing into uncharted territories. It was a feeling that he had never experienced before, one that he could not quite comprehend, but it was there, pulsing within him, urging him to explore this forbidden love that had blossomed in his heart.
The more he thought about it, the more he began to feel consumed by his desires. It was like a secret flame burning within him. The forbidden nature of their possible love only fueled the intensity of his desire, despite the societal taboos and moral implications. The picture of her naked body lingered like a tantalizing dream, tempting him to indulge in the forbidden fruit that was his mother.
CHAPTER 2. BAD DRESSING
The next morning, Ethel awoke to find himself alone in bed, the soft sheets cold and empty. He couldn’t help but absentmindedly trace his fingers over the place where the queen had slept.
“Can it be true? Do I truly harbor such forbidden desires for my own mother? Am I really want to breed her?”
Shaking off the unsettling thoughts, Ethel proceeded to dress himself meticulously, paying extra attention to his appearance, and made his way to the council room where he met his mother. The queen was dressed in a light gown with her black hair cascading down her back. She sat in her chair, her head propped up with her hand, staring into the void. Perhaps yesterday’s scene, the excited look of her own son staring at her naked body, stood before her eyes. Ethel cautiously passed by some advisors, meeting his mother’s gaze.
“You finally woke up,” she said briefly, and removed a lost look from the face.
“Yes… And unfortunately, alone.”
“I wanted to discuss what happened yesterday. I understand you’re young and your desires are raging. But I’m not the right person to direct your desires towards,” she said.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Mother,” he adjusted his royal camisole and looked around, making sure no one was overhearing them. “I was just watching you change. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”
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