Chapter 1: The Ordinary World
The Palace of Mount Olympus
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the palatial home of the gods. The marble columns of the grand entrance shimmered like liquid honey, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of ambrosia and the distant hum of divine revelry. Inside, the great hall echoed with laughter and the clink of golden goblets as the gods of Olympus feasted and frolicked, their immortal bodies draped in silks and jewels that shimmered under the light of a thousand flickering torches.
At the head of the table, Gaia, the ancient and powerful goddess of life, sex, and seasons, held court. Her hourglass figure was draped in a gown of shimmering emerald that left little to the imagination, her huge pendulous tits threatening to spill out with every breath, and her thick ass resting on a throne of solid gold.
Her beauty was timeless, her eyes sparkling with a wisdom that spanned millennia, and her lips curved into a smile that could launch a thousand ships - or at least, a thousand divine erections.
To her right sat Apollo, her son, the god of art, music, poetry, and plague. His lean, muscular body was clad in a tunic of crisp white linen, cinched at the waist with a golden belt that accentuated his trim hips and the impressive bulge at his crotch.
Long golden hair cascaded down his back, framing a face that was the epitome of youth and vigor, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold the very essence of the sky. Apollo, the golden boy of Olympus, was a vision of perfection, yet there was a hunger in his gaze, a primal intensity that belied his angelic appearance.
Gaia, noticing the object of her desire, offered him a smirk that spoke volumes. She addressed the court while Zeus ran amock amongst the humans , making more bastard sons and daughters. "Apollo, my dear, why don't you entertain us with your lyre? I'm sure we could all use a reminder of your divine skill."
Apollo's smirk mirrored hers, the meaning behind her words not lost on him. He rose, taking his lyre from its stand. The instrument, crafted from the wood of a sacred tree and adorned with golden strings, seemed to hum with anticipation as he strummed it, the melody filling the hall and setting the very air ablaze.
Apollo's fingers danced over the strings, coaxing forth a symphony of desire that was as much a part of him as his divine essence.
Gaia, her eyes locked onto his, began to sway in rhythm with the music. Her hand, heavy with jewels, traced a path up her thigh, pushing the fabric of her gown higher and higher until the glistening lips of her pussy were visible to all. But none dared to look, for they knew who this dance was meant for.
Apollo's gaze, intense and hungry, followed the path of her hand.
He felt his cock twitch in response, straining against the confines of his tunic. The music seemed to grow heavier, the rhythm more insistent, as if echoing the pounding of his heart. Gaia's eyes, dark and inviting, beckoned him, promising delights beyond measure.
Without breaking eye contact, Apollo set his lyre aside, his movements fluid and graceful. He rose, his chair scraping against the marble floor, the sound sharp and definitive. The other gods fell silent, their attention shifting towards the mother and son, anticipation thick in the air.
Apollo, his eyes never leaving Gaia's, began to walk towards her, his steps measured, deliberate. Each movement was a promise, a tease, a testament to the raw, animalistic hunger that burned within him.
Gaia bit her lower lip, her breath halted as she watched him approach. Her pussy throbbed, her clit aching for his touch. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, her arousal dripping down her legs, a testament to her desire.
Apollo stopped in front of her, his chest heaving, his cock straining against his tunic. Without a word, he reached out, his hand gripping her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.
"Mother," he growled, his voice a low rumble in his chest, "you know what I want."
Gaia's smirk widened, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Do I, my dear? Perhaps you should remind me."
Apollo's hand left her chin, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, until it reached the swell of her breast.
His fingers curled around the fabric of her gown, pulling it down with a sharp tug, exposing her tit to the room. The cool air kissed her nipple, making it harden into a tight bud.
Gaia gasped, her back arching, pushing her breast further into his hand. "Fuck, Apollo," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "You've always been so impatient."
Apollo pulled her gown further down , revealing her entire torso , her huge pendulous tits heaving with anticipation. She was a feast, a goddess of flesh and blood, and he was starving.
"Fuck patience," he grunted, his hands cupping her tits, squeezing them roughly. "I need you now."
Everyone in the hall held their breath , the tension palpable. Apollo's hands were no longer gentle, his grip on Gaia's tits almost punishing. She moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her shoulders in a wave of dark curls.
"Show me how much you need me," she challenged, her voice a low purr.
Apollo's response was instant. He pushed her back onto the throne, her gown pooling around her waist, leaving her pussy exposed. He dropped to his knees, his mouth descending onto her, his tongue delving into her wet, welcoming heat.
Gaia cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, pushing him closer, grinding her pussy against his face. Apollo lapped at her, his tongue fucking her, his nose nudging her clit, the pressure building inside her with alarming speed.
"Fuck, Apollo," she groaned, her hips bucking, her tits bouncing. "That feels so fucking good."
Apollo growled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her. He looked up, his face glistening with her juices, his eyes wild.
"You taste like fucking ambrosia," he growled, his voice ragged with desire. "I could eat your pussy all day, Mother."
The view was immaculate, Queen Goddess Gai sprawled on the throne, her son sitting between her legs , munching on her goldy cunt.
Apollo was a sight to behold, his golden hair glinting under the torchlight, his face buried in his mother's pussy, his tongue lapping hungrily at her juices. Gaia's moans filled the silence of the hall, her hips bucking, her tits bouncing with each thrust of Apollo's tongue.
Apollo's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, holding her in place as he feasted on her. Gaia could feel his hunger, his desperation, it fueled her own, pushing her closer to the edge. She grabbed his hair, keeping his head down , "Don't fucking stop, Apollo. Make me come."
Apollo needed no further encouragement. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue fucking her harder, faster. He could feel her muscles tightening, her breath coming in short gasps. He knew she was close.
He slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them upwards, finding that spot that made her see stars. Gaia threw her head back, crying out, her pussy clamping down on his fingers as she came, her juices flooding his mouth.
Apollo lapped it up, his tongue swirling around her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering mess, her body slumped against the throne.
The world healed, rain fell down , flowers bloomed as the mother came convulsing on her son’s mouth.
Apollo lapped up the last of her juices, his tongue tracing the length of her swollen lips, making her shiver. He rose, his eyes burning with hunger, his cock tenting his tunic.
Gaia said, “continue the court please , Gods and Goddesses, bring forth the next matter” , she was in no rush to get off the throne, her legs still shaking from the intense orgasm Apollo had given her.
Apollo, unable to wait any longer, tore off his tunic, revealing his lean, muscular body. His cock, thick and long, sprang free, standing proud and ready. He approached Gaia, his movements predatory, his eyes locked onto her.
He stood beside her, his huge cock swaying in Gaia’s face. The next matter brought up and Gaia handled it masterfully while she sucked her son’s cock as she sat on the throne. She was a master of multitasking and she was doing what she loved most, slobbering on her son’s cock.
As Ares stood at the centre describing his issue, Gaia had slid onto her knees while Apollo sat in the throne while his mother kept bobbing on his cock.
Gaia was a master at multitasking, her large breasts swaying as she sucked Apollo's cock, her head bobbing up and down while her hands caressed his balls, his thighs, and his abs, feeling the tension in them as he tried to hold back his orgasm.
Ares talked in the background while Gaia kept slurping on Apollo’s cock and kept an ear out for the stately matters. “ ...and then Zeus took my thunderbolt without my consent!” Ares ranted. Gaia's ears were busy and so was her throat . Apollo's cock was hitting the back of her throat, gagging her with its sheer size. She loved it, loved the feeling of being utterly filled by him. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, her mascara running down her cheeks. Apollo's hands were fisted in her hair, guiding her head, controlling the pace. He was fucking her mouth, hard and fast, his hips lifting off the throne with each thrust.
Gaia could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth being stretched around his cock, could feel the drool dripping down her chin, onto her tits.
Other Gods were used to the kind of show Gaia and Apollo put on, but some of them were still watching with rapt attention, their cocks straining against their clothes, their hands discreetly trying to adjust themselves.
Gaia, aware of the audience, added a little extra flair to her performance. She pulled back, letting Apollo's cock slip out of her mouth with a pop. She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft, swirling around the head, before taking him back in, her eyes locked onto his.
She needed to address Ares’s concerns and for that she needed her mouth free, she knew what to do. She pulled out Apollo's cock with a wet pop, her saliva coating it, making it glisten under the torchlight. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and mischief. "Let me ride you , Apollo," she commanded, her voice hoarse from her earlier exertions. "I need to deal with Ares." Gaia said, standing up, her massive tits swaying. "But first, I need to deal with you." She pushed Apollo back onto the throne, straddling him in one fluid motion. Her gown was still bunched up around her waist, her pussy glistening and ready.
Apollo's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Fuck, Mother," he growled, his cock nestled between her pussy lips, "you're so fucking wet."
Gaia smirked, grinding against him. "That's all for you, baby. Fuck me while I sort out Ares and his bolt ," Gaia said, her voice laced with authority and desire. Gaia began to move, her hips rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. She could feel every inch of him, filling her, stretching her. She spoke “ Ares, Zeus just wants to teach you a lesson, he didn’t mean to take your thunderbolt permanently. I’ll have a word with him,” she said, her voice steady despite the fact that she was currently impaled on her son’s cock.
Ares grumbled, unconvinced, but Gaia had already turned her attention back to Apollo. She began to move faster, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
“Next matter , please” she spoke mid moan , her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. It was Dionysus’s turn
, the god of wine and intoxication. He stood up, his eyes glazed over with lust as he watched Gaia ride Apollo, her tits bouncing, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.
“Speak up, Dionysus,” Gaia commanded, her voice steady despite the fact that she was currently in the throes of passion. “What brings you to the court today?”
He cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his tunic. “It’s just...the mortals, they’ve started worshipping a new god.
Some eastern cult, they say. They’re neglecting our temples, our offerings.”
Gaia's hips continued to roll, her pussy gripping Apollo's cock like a velvety vice. She could feel the tension building in him, his fingers digging harder into her hips, his breath coming in short gasps. She knew he was close. She leaned forward, her tits pressing against his chest, her breath hot on his ear. "Fuck them, Dionysus," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Let them worship their new god. It is us who blesses them, if we don’t they will realise who they need to worship. Like my son worships me right now.” She continued bouncing on her son’s cock as she described her solution and waited for the next God to bring their problem forth. They were Gods and could go on for days, weeks even in their throes of passion, so managing some minor court matters was nothing big. Gaia, with Apollo's cock still buried deep inside her, addressed the next Goddess in line. Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, stood tall and proud, her eyes flashing with anger.
"It's that bloody Diana, Gaia. She's taken my sacred deer, Ceryneian Hind, and claimed it as her own! The mortals are now worshipping her as the new Goddess of the Hunt!"
Gaia's hips continued to roll, her pussy gripping Apollo's cock like a velvety vice. “Do you need our intervention or do you want to handle it in their own?” Gaia asked as she continued to ride Apollo, her voice steady as he pumped her wet cunt. She wanted to make sure she was in control before she took care of Artemis' issue. Apollo groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, his breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck, Mother, you're going to make me come." Gaia smirked, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm. "Not yet, baby. I need you to hold on a little longer." She leaned back, her hands grabbing onto his thighs for support, her tits bouncing with each thrust. Apollo's hands moved from her hips to her tits, squeezing them, plucking at her nipples.
Gaia moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her shoulders. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, the tension coiling in her core.
Artemis saw the incestuous coupling and decided she would handle the matter on her own
, she wasn't going to interrupt the mother-son fucking session. "I'll handle it myself, Gaia," she said, her voice cold and steady, then she turned and left the throne room.
Gaia, her eyes locked onto Apollo's, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm, said, "Good, now where were we?"
Apollo's hands squeezed her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "You were about to make me come, Mother," he replied, his voice ragged with desire.
Apollo's hands moved from her tits to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling her harder onto his cock with each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the hall, a symphony of desire that was as old as time itself.
Gaia's breath hitched, her fingers digging into Apollo's thighs as she felt the pleasure building inside her. "Fuck, Apollo," she groaned, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm. "You feel so fucking good." Apollo's voice was strained, his eyes locked onto Gaia's as she rode him, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm. She could feel every inch of him, filling her, stretching her, the friction of their bodies driving her closer to the edge.
Gaia bit her lower lip, her nails digging into Apollo's thighs. "Fuck, baby, your cock is so big. It's hitting all the right spots." "I want you to fuck me harder, Apollo.
Your mother needs it rough," Gaia growled, her voice laced with desire and dominance. Her hips rolled, her pussy gripping Apollo's cock like a velvet vice, urging him on.
While this happens, the courtroom is still busy with Gods and Goddesses watching, some with their cocks out, stroking themselves, others with their hands up their skirts, fingering themselves, the sight of Gaia and Apollo's raw, animalistic fucking too much to resist.
Apollo, his eyes wild with lust, obeyed his mother's command. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and began to pound into her, his hips lifting off the throne with each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the hall, a symphony of desire that was as raw and primal as the gods themselves.
Gaia's tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and aching, rubbing against Apollo's chest. She could feel the tension building inside her, the pleasure coiling in her core, ready to explode.
"Fuck, Apollo," she groaned, her voice thick with desire. "Your cock feels so fucking good. I'm gonna come, baby. Make me come all over your big cock."
Apollo, his eyes burning with lust, continued to pound into her, his hips lifting off the throne with each thrust. "Come for me, Mother," he growled, his voice ragged with desire. "I want to feel your pussy clamping down on my cock." "Fuck, Apollo," she groaned, her hips rolling in time with his thrusts. "I'm so close, baby.
Keep fucking me like that," Gaia gasped, her fingers digging into Apollo's thighs, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin. Apollo, his eyes locked onto Gaia's, pounded into her, his hips rising to meet each of her downward strokes. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, the tension coiling in her core, ready to explode.
She looked down at Apollo, his face contorted with pleasure, his muscles taut as he fucked her harder, deeper. She loved seeing him like this, wild and uninhibited, his control slipping away as he chased his orgasm. "You're going to make me come, baby. Keep fucking me like that."
Apollo's hands moved from her hips to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling her harder onto his cock with each thrust. "You feel so fucking good. Your cock is so big, it's stretching me out." Gaia groaned, her voice laced with pleasure and pain. Apollo's hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, giving him a better view of his cock disappearing into her pussy. The sight of it, the feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping him, was enough to push him closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Mother," he growled, his hips pistoning up into her, his cock slamming into her cervix with each thrust. "Your pussy is so fucking tight.
I can feel you squeezing me, Mother," Apollo grunted, his voice laced with lust and strain. His hips continued to piston up into her, his cock slamming into her cervix with each thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the hall.
Gaia, her breath coming in short gasps, her fingers digging into Apollo's thighs, could feel the pleasure building inside her, the tension coiling in her core, ready to explode. "Fuck, Apollo, you're going to make me come," she groaned, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
"I want you to come with me, baby. I want to feel your hot cum inside me."
Apollo's eyes flared, his grip on her ass tightening. "Yes, Mother," he growled, his hips slamming into hers, his cock swelling inside her. "I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to breed you."
Gaia's pussy clenched at his words, her orgasm barreling down on her. "Fuck, yes," she hissed, her hips rolling, her clit grinding against his pelvic bone. "Breed me, Apollo.
Fill me up with your hot cum," Gaia moaned, her hips rolling, her pussy gripping Apollo's cock like a velvet vice. She could feel the tension coiling in her core, ready to snap, ready to send her spiraling into oblivion.
Apollo's grip on her ass tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her harder onto his cock with each thrust. "Fuck, Mother, you're so tight. Your pussy is milking my cock," he growled, his voice ragged with desire.
"I can feel you squeezing me, Mother. You're going to make me come." Gaia's eyes flashed, her hips rolling, her pussy gripping Apollo's cock like a velvet vice. "That's it, baby. Come for me. Fill me up with your hot cum." Apollo's hands moved from her ass to her back, pulling her down onto him, his hips lifting off the throne with each thrust. Gaia could feel his cock swelling inside her, his balls tightening, ready to release.
She braced herself, her fingers digging into his thighs, her pussy clenching around him. "That's it, baby," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "Give it to me. Fill me up."
Apollo's eyes locked onto hers, his hips slamming into hers one last time. "Fuck, Mother!" he roared, his cock pulsing, his hot cum shooting deep inside her. Gaia moaned, her pussy clamping down on him, milking him, drawing out his orgasm. She could feel his cum filling her, overflowing, dripping down her thighs.
Apollo's hands moved to her tits, squeezing them, his fingers pinching her nipples, drawing out her orgasm. Gaia's head fell back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, her back arching, pushing her tits further into his hands.
"Fuck, Apollo," she moaned, her pussy still convulsing, milking every last drop of cum from his cock. "That was...fuck, that was amazing."
Apollo's hands moved from her tits to her back, pulling her down onto him, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Gaia could feel him, softening slightly, but still filling her completely. She looked down at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, her breath still coming in short gasps.
"Fuck, Apollo," she whispered, her voice hoarse from their earlier exertions. "That was...intense."
Apollo smirked, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. "You're telling me, Mother. Fucking you is always intense."
Gaia chuckled, her hips rolling slightly, her pussy still gripping him.
"You're insatiable, aren't you, baby?" she said, her voice still husky from their earlier fucking.
Apollo's hands moved to her hips, pulling her down onto him, his cock stirring back to life inside her. "With you, Mother, I am. You bring out the beast in me," he replied, his voice laced with lust.
Gaia's eyes flashed, her pussy clenching around him. "Good," she growled, her hips rolling, her tits bouncing. "I like it when you're a beast.
It makes me feel like a goddess," Gaia purred, her hips rolling, her pussy sliding up and down Apollo's hardening cock. She could feel him growing inside her, his length and thickness stretching her, filling her completely.
Apollo's hands moved to her tits, squeezing them, his fingers pinching her nipples. "You are a goddess, Mother. My goddess," he growled, his eyes locked onto hers. "And I'm going to worship you like one."
Gaia's breath hitched, her pussy clenching around him. "Fuck, Apollo.
Your cock feels so good inside me," Gaia moaned, her hips rolling, her pussy sliding up and down his hardening cock.
Apollo's hands moved from her tits to her hips, gripping them tightly, guiding her movements. "Ride me, Mother," he growled, his eyes locked onto hers. "Fuck my cock like the goddess you are."
At this point the courthouse was far from empty , only the Gods and Goddesses who were close to Gaia and Apollo remained, their eyes filled with lust as they watched the mother-son duo.
Gaia, her eyes burning with desire, did as she was told. She began to ride Apollo, her hips rolling, her pussy sliding up and down his cock.
She leaned back, her hands gripping his thighs, her tits bouncing with each thrust. "Fuck, Apollo," she groaned, her voice laced with pleasure and pain.
"Your cock is so big, it's stretching me out."
"Gods, Mother," he growled, his hips pistoning up into her, his cock slamming into her cervix with each thrust.
I can feel your walls clenching around me, trying to suck me in deeper."
Gaia bit her lower lip, her fingers digging into Apollo's thighs, her tits bouncing with each thrust. You're filling me up so good. I can feel your cock hitting all the right spots."
Apollo's hands moved to her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, giving him a better view of his cock disappearing into her pussy. "Look at that, Mother," he said, his voice ragged with lust.
"Look at how your pussy swallows my cock. You're dripping all over me." Gaia looked down, her eyes watching as Apollo's cock disappeared into her pussy, her juices coating him, dripping down his balls. The sight of it, the feeling of him filling her, stretching her, was enough to push her closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Apollo," she groaned, her hips rolling, her pussy clamping down on him. "You fuck me so good."
Apollo's hands moved back to her hips, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.