Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The sun had climbed up the stairs of heaven and was shining bright as Ira stood in the palace gardens, discussing the royal fair with her advisors. The air was filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and the distant hum of the city. She was dressed in a rich, emerald green gown, her long black hair adorned with gold ornaments, her eyes sharp and focused as she listened to the reports.
"Maharani," Lakshmi, her most trusted advisor, approached her, her eyes scanning the gardens. "The priests have finished their preparations for the ritual. They are ready to begin whenever you are."
Ira nodded, her gaze drifting to the training fields beyond the gardens. "And the warriors? Are they ready for the tournament?"
Lakshmi smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Arjun was coming up from behind, greeting the attending people with his usual charming smile. He was dressed in a simple white kurta and dhoti, his dark hair tied back in a neat ponytail. His eyes, a deep brown, sparkled with mischief as he approached them. "Mother," he said, bowing slightly. "Lakshmi. I trust you are both well?"
Ira turned to face him, her expression softening. "Arjun," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "We were just discussing the preparations for the royal fair. The priests have finished their preparations for the ritual, and the warriors are ready for the tournament."
Arjun's eyes lit up at the mention of the tournament. "Excellent," he said, his voice filled with excitement. While she turned back, Arjun’s hand went to the gown’s hem, to pull them up so his mother’s creamy fat asscheeks were available for his pleasure. He had been watching her from the balcony, her ass swaying as she walked, her hips moving in that way that always made his cock twitch. He had been hard since he saw her, and he needed to relieve himself. And what better way than to fuck his mother's royal asshole.
Ira turned back to him, her eyes narrowing as she caught him lifting her gown. "Arjun," she said, “You have any inputs to the plan son?”, knowing her asshole would be getting stretched soon, right there in the middle of the palace gardens. She was always ready for him, her son, her lover, her king. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the anticipation building inside her. She loved this, loved the thrill of being taken in public, loved the danger, loved the taboo.
Arjun grinned, "I have a few suggestions, Mother," he said, his voice low and husky. He reached out, his hand cupping her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “What is the status of the food and desserts?” he asked looking towards Lakshmi who was smiling at him, as he was aligning his cock with Ira’s hole.
“The food and desserts are ready, Arjun. The cooks have been working tirelessly to ensure that the royal fair is a success,” Lakshmi replied, her voice steady and calm. She had seen this scene many times before, and it never failed to make her smile. The love between the mother and son was unique, and it was a love that she admired and respected.
Ira looked at Arjun, her eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. “And what about the entertainment?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr as she leaned back against her son. She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her ass, and she couldn’t help but moan softly, her body already aching for him. Her son pushed the head of his cock in her asshole, as Lakshmi was about to reply. He waited for Ira’s eager slutty self to push her ass down on the rest of his cock. She did, and he felt her asshole stretch to accommodate his thick cock.
Lakshmi giggled , “Maharani should we continue our talk or you’d rather visit the chambers with our
Yuvaraj?”, she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Ira, with a flushed face, replied, “Lakshmi, you know I can’t resist him. Let’s continue our talk while he takes care of his needs.” She winked at Arjun, who grinned back, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move inside her.
Arjun chuckled, “Mother, you are insatiable. But I must warn you, I won’t be able to hold back for long. You feel too good.”
Ira moaned softly, her body already responding to his touch. “Then don’t hold back, my love. Take what you need.
I am yours, after all," Ira whispered, her voice a sultry purr as she pushed back against him, taking him deeper. Arjun groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her ass in a steady rhythm.
Lakshmi watched them, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and affection. She had known about their relationship for years, and she had always admired the love and respect they had for each other. She cleared her throat, her voice steady as she continued, "The entertainment is also ready, Maharani. We have musicians, dancers, and acrobats from all over the realm.
They have been practicing for weeks, and I have no doubt that they will put on a spectacular show."
Ira nodded, her breath hitching as Arjun hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Excellent," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "And the...the...tents?" she stammered, her body trembling as Arjun continued to move inside her.
Lakshmi smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "The tents have been set up in the palace courtyard, just as you requested, Maharani.
They are adorned with colorful fabrics and lanterns, and they will provide ample shade and comfort for the guests," Lakshmi continued, her voice steady and calm. She glanced at Arjun, who was now moving with a steady rhythm, his hands gripping Ira's hips tightly as he thrust into her.
Ira nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to focus on Lakshmi's words. "And the...the...guests?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. "The guests are expected to arrive later this afternoon, Maharani.
The palace gates have been adorned with fresh marigolds, and the guards are standing at attention, ready to welcome them," Lakshmi replied, her eyes flicking between Ira and Arjun, a small smile playing on her lips.
Arjun, hearing this, picked up his pace, his hips slapping against his mother's ass with each thrust. "And who are these guests, Mother?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his breath coming in short pants. "Anyone...interesting?"
Ira moaned, her body trembling as Arjun hit that sweet spot inside her again. "Y-yes," she stammered, her eyes fluttering closed.
"There are several dignitaries from neighboring kingdoms, as well as representatives from the various guilds and trade associations. They will be bringing gifts and paying their respects, as is customary."
Arjun's pace quickened, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a wet, slapping sound. "And what of the common folk, Mother? Will they be joining in the festivities?"
Ira nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Arjun. The royal fair is for everyone. The palace gates will be open to all, and there will be games, food, and entertainment for everyone to enjoy."
Arjun groaned, “Alright , sounds good. Lakshmi you can give me the rest of the details, Mother, why don’t you suck me off? I wish to begin the day by painting your face”, as he slowed his thrusts , his cock now fully inside her asshole. He pulled out slowly and Ira turned around to face him, her eyes filled with lust and love. She reached out, her hands gripping his hips as she guided him towards her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and lust as she took his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips sliding down the shaft. Arjun groaned, his hands gripping her hair as she began to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her mouth taking him in completely. He could feel her tongue, hot and wet, as it swirled around his cock, her lips sliding up and down the shaft.
He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her head, “Lakshmi?” he said to Lakshmi beside, expecting her to continue.
Lakshmi, with a knowing smile, took a step back, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "The common folk will indeed be joining in the festivities, Arjun. We have set up a large area in the palace courtyard for them to enjoy games, music, and dance. There will also be a grand feast, with enough food to feed everyone in the kingdom."
Arjun grunted in approval, his fingers tightening in Ira's hair as she continued to suck him. "And the tournament? Who will be competing?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
Lakshmi's gaze shifted to the training fields, where warriors were already gathering. "The best warriors from each region have been invited to compete, Arjun.
They will battle it out in the arena, showcasing their skills in archery, swordsmanship, and combat," Lakshmi replied, her voice steady despite the steamy scene unfolding before her. She had grown accustomed to the unique bond between the mother and son, and she admired their love and respect for each other.
Arjun groaned, his hips bucking as Ira took him deeper into her mouth. "And the winner? What prize awaits them?" he asked, his breath coming in short pants.
Lakshmi smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "The winner will be granted an audience with you, Maharani, and will be awarded a purse of gold coins. Additionally, they will be honored with a grand feast in their name, and their name will be inscribed on the walls of the palace as a testament to their skill and bravery," Lakshmi explained.
Arjun smiled, “That really sounds lovely auntie Lakshmi, now please join my mother in her efforts”. She smiled, her head shaking at the request. The prince had often taken full use of her as an experienced lover. He seemed to have more than enough, for his mother and anyone he chose to add to their bed. He was a man of great stamina and skill, and he knew how to use his body to bring pleasure to others. He had a way of looking at a woman that made her feel like she was the only one in the room, the only one who mattered.
Lakshmi in her late forties, with her salt and pepper hair tied back in a neat bun, and her sharp, intelligent eyes, was not immune to his charm. She had seen him grow from a young boy to the handsome, confident man he was today. She had been there when he took his first steps, when he spoke his first words, and she had watched him grow into a skilled warrior and a wise ruler. She loved him like her own son, and she was proud of the man he had become.
But she also knew the power of his gaze, the way it could make a woman feel desired, wanted, and she had seen it many times before. She bowed, and then bowed further down , her eyes on the ground, "As you wish, Yuvaraj," she said, her voice steady and calm. She walked around to stand beside Ira, her eyes flicking between the mother and son, a small smile playing on her lips.
Ira, seeing Lakshmi's compliance, smiled up at Arjun, her eyes filled with love and lust. They both knelt before Arjun to use their mouths on the majestic cock of their beloved Yuvaraj. Arjun's hands were in their hair, guiding their heads as they took turns sucking his cock. The palace garden was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slurping sounds of their mouths on Arjun's cock. The scent of jasmine and the distant hum of the city seemed to fade away as the three of them became lost in their own world of pleasure.
Arjun's hips moved in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of their mouths. He groaned, his fingers tightening in their hair as he felt the pleasure building inside him. "You both feel so good," he managed to say, his voice husky with desire. “Suck me well you two, I want to paint your faces with my seed.” He could feel the pleasure building inside him, his body tensing as he got closer to release. He looked down at the two women kneeling before him, their eyes filled with love and lust as they took turns sucking his cock. He could feel their tongues, hot and wet, as they swirled around his shaft, their lips sliding up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust.
Ira, her eyes locked with Arjun's, could feel his body tensing, his breath coming in short pants. She knew he was close, and she wanted to taste him, to feel him release inside her mouth. She took him deep, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, her lips sealed tight around him. And soon he had pulled back, stroking his cock as the two beautiful women looked up eager to receive his load, lips and eyes shut tight, their faces upturned. Arjun groaned, his body tensing as he felt the pleasure building inside him. And then, with a final groan, he came, his cock pulsing as he released his seed onto their faces, painting them with his essence.
Ira and Lakshmi stayed still, their eyes closed, their faces upturned, as Arjun's hot seed landed on their cheeks, their foreheads, their lips. And like every time, the spray didn’t end with one or two spurts, but a long, steady stream that seemed to last forever.
It rained down on them, Arjun's hot, sticky seed painting their faces, their necks, their chests. They stayed still, their eyes closed, their faces upturned, as he poured his love on them. Cum poured down on the faces, only to slither down their cheeks and necks, dripping onto their chests. The scent of him filled the air, a musky, salty smell that was uniquely Arjun. It was a smell that Ira and Lakshmi had grown to love, a smell that made them feel desired, cherished, and complete.
Ira opened her eyes first, her lashes coated with a fine layer of his seed. She looked up at Arjun, her eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. "You always know how to make a woman feel special, my love," she said, her voice a sultry purr.
When it finally ended, they opened their eyes, their faces glistening with his seed. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and amusement.Arjun, still panting, looked at them, a satisfied smile on his face. "Well, that was...intense," he said, his voice still husky with desire. He reached out, his fingers gently wiping the seed from their faces, smearing it onto their cheeks, their lips. "You both look...beautiful," he said, his voice filled with admiration.Ira smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at her son. “I have things to do son, I am sure Lakshmi wouldn’t mind bending over and taking care of you until I can return”. She stood up, not bothering to wipe the thick load off her face and chest. She walked away, her hips swaying, leaving Arjun and Lakshmi alone in the garden.
Arjun turned to Lakshmi, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, Auntie Lakshmi, it seems we have some time to kill before the festivities begin. What do you suggest we do to pass the time?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Lakshmi, still kneeling on the ground, looked up at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I am sure I can think of something, Yuvaraj," she replied, her voice steady and calm. She stood up, her movements graceful and fluid, her eyes never leaving his. Removing a saree could be a very seductive art if one chose to, and Lakshmi did . She unclasped the brooch that held her saree in place, her fingers deftly unraveling the fabric until it fell to the ground in a soft rustle. She was left in a simple white blouse, her hips and legs bare, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.
Arjun's gaze roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every line. He could see the faint lines of age on her skin, the small scars and marks that told a story of a life well-lived. But to him, she was still beautiful, still desirable. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, the soft swell of her breast.
"You are still as beautiful as the day I first saw you, Auntie Lakshmi," he said, his voice filled with admiration. He could see the way her eyes softened at his words, the way her breath hitched slightly as his fingers brushed against her skin. He knew the effect he had on her, and he used it to his advantage, to make her feel desired, wanted.
Lakshmi smiled, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and affection. "And you, my dear Yuvaraj, are still as charming as ever," she replied, her voice steady and calm. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “Shall I bend over or you’d like an audience at the throne room?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr. Arjun grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “The throne room it is, Auntie Lakshmi. I want to show you off to the kingdom,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and desire. He took her hand, his fingers entwining with hers as he led her towards the palace, his steps quick and sure.
The palace was a grand structure, a testament to the wealth and power of the kingdom. It was built of white marble, its towers reaching towards the sky like the fingers of a god. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, depicting scenes from ancient myths and legends.
As they reached, Lakshmi waited for the nobility to greet the King before taking her position, her ass towards the throne. Arjun, with a satisfied smile, took his seat on the throne, his eyes never leaving Lakshmi's body. He could see the curve of her ass, the way it swayed slightly as she moved. He could feel his cock stirring again, already eager for more.
The nobility had welcomed the king’s antics with open arms and weren’t surprised when he walked in with half naked Lakshmi . The whispers of the courtiers were a mix of admiration and envy. They were used to the unconventional ways of the royal family, and this was just another example of their unique bond.
Arjun leaned back in his throne, his eyes roaming over Lakshmi's body. He could see the way her skin glistened under the sunlight streaming through the palace windows, the way her curves were accentuated by the simple white blouse she wore. “Alright auntie, bend over here, and dear Prime minister, please begin the day’s agenda” he said, his voice echoing through the throne room. The prime minister, a man in his late fifties with a long white beard and sharp eyes, bowed low before taking his position. He unrolled a long scroll, his eyes scanning the contents before he began to speak.
“Your Majesty, the first order of the day is the matter of the drought in the southern provinces. The farmers are struggling, and the crops are failing. They have sent a plea for aid, requesting that the royal stores be opened to them,” he said, his voice steady and clear.
Arjun nodded, his eyes still on Lakshmi as she bent over, her ass now fully visible to the court. “Very well.
We shall open the royal stores and send a shipment of grain to the southern provinces immediately. See to it that the farmers are also provided with seeds and any other supplies they may need to rebuild their crops,” Arjun ordered, his voice firm yet compassionate. The prime minister bowed, jotting down notes on a parchment.
Lakshmi, now bent over, glanced back at Arjun, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and amusement. She could feel the weight of the court's gaze on her, but she held her head high, her body language confident and unashamed. Arjun, noticing her glance, smirked and beckoned her closer with a crook of his finger. She raised her ass higher so he could take it in, his eyes lingering on the curve of her hips and the soft swell of her buttocks. The court held their breath, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of parchment and the occasional cough.
“What’s next , sir?”, the king addressed the prime minister with regard, while his cock was being swallowed up by Lakshmi’s asshole.
The prime minister, a man of great composure, cleared his throat and continued, “The second matter on the agenda, Your Majesty, is the matter of the trade agreement with the neighboring kingdom of Rajputana.” He paused, his eyes flicking to Lakshmi, who was now slowly moving her hips, taking Arjun's cock deeper into her ass. The court was a mix of shock and awe, their eyes wide with disbelief yet unable to look away from the scene unfolding before them.
Arjun, his voice steady despite the pleasure coursing through his body, replied, “Proceed, Prime Minister. I am listening.” He gripped Lakshmi's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her ass in a steady rhythm.
The throne room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the wet, sucking sound of his cock sliding in and out of her ass. The scent of sex filled the air, a musky, earthy smell that was intoxicating and alluring.
The prime minister, his voice barely above a whisper, continued, "The Rajputs have proposed a new trade route, Your Majesty. It would allow for the exchange of goods and resources between our kingdoms, but it requires the construction of a new road through the treacherous mountains to the north."
Arjun grunted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked Lakshmi's ass.
The prime minister's voice was barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together, but Arjun was listening intently. He knew the importance of this trade agreement, and he wanted to ensure that the interests of his kingdom were protected.
"The construction of this road would indeed be a significant undertaking, Prime Minister," Arjun said, his voice low and husky. "What are the proposed terms of the agreement?"
The prime minister cleared his throat, his eyes flicking to Lakshmi, who was now moaning softly, her body trembling as Arjun's cock slid in and out of her ass. "The Rajputs have agreed to provide the labor and materials necessary for the construction of the road, Your Majesty.
In exchange, they request a reduction in the tariffs on their goods entering our kingdom, as well as a guarantee of safe passage for their merchants and caravans," the prime minister explained, his voice barely audible over the sounds of Arjun's hips slapping against Lakshmi's ass.
Arjun, his breath coming in short pants, considered the proposal. He knew that the reduction in tariffs would mean a loss of revenue for the kingdom, but he also understood the strategic importance of this trade route. He looked at Lakshmi, her body trembling with pleasure, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her ass.
“Auntie would you please ride me, I need to sit to discuss this in detail with the minister” he said.
Lakshmi, with a knowing smile, stood up and turned around to face him. She straddled him, her hands on his shoulders as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Arjun groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she took him deep inside her. She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, her body grinding against his.
The prime minister, his eyes flicking between Arjun and Lakshmi, cleared his throat. "Your Majesty, I suggest we send a delegation to Rajputana to negotiate the terms of the agreement”. Lakshmi who was bouncing her asshole on the king’s thick cock sighed , her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Arjun, his hands on her hips, guided her movements, his eyes locked with hers. “Who do you suggest, Prime Minister?” he asked, his voice steady despite the pleasure coursing through his body.
The prime minister, his eyes flicking to Lakshmi, cleared his throat. “I would recommend sending the experienced diplomat, Our beloved Queen, if you can spare her from her duties and…her duties to you”. Arjun guffawed , his grip tightening on Lakshmi's hips as she continued to ride him. "You are a sly one, Prime Minister. And no, I need to keep the Queen here, for her duties to the kingdom and to me," Arjun chuckled, “but perhaps we can send find someone else who can handle this delicate matter. What about Lakshmi? She has a sharp mind and a keen understanding of trade. Plus, she has the advantage of being well-known and respected in both our kingdom and Rajputana."
Lakshmi, still riding Arjun, opened her eyes and looked at the prime minister. "I would be honored to represent our kingdom in this matter, Your Majesty," she said, her voice steady and calm, despite the fact that she was currently impaled on the king's cock.
The prime minister bowed, "An excellent choice, Your Majesty.
I will begin preparations for her journey immediately."
Arjun, his eyes locked with Lakshmi's, nodded. "Very well. Now, let us continue our discussion in private." He turned to the court, "The audience is dismissed. We will reconvene later today."
The court bowed in unison, their eyes flicking to Lakshmi one last time before they filed out of the throne room, leaving Arjun and Lakshmi alone. Arjun stood, lifting Lakshmi with him, his cock still buried deep inside her. He carried her to a nearby divan, laying her down gently before beginning to move again, his hips rolling in a slow, sensuous rhythm.
“Take off that stupid blouse aunty, else I might have to rip it off” he said with a mischievous grin. Lakshmi, still riding him, chuckled and slowly began to unbutton her blouse, her eyes locked with Arjun's. She slipped it off her shoulders, her breasts spilling out, her nipples hard and erect.
Arjun groaned, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of them, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. Lakshmi moaned, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her.
“Oh Arjun, your mother has taught you well,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pressing him closer to her breast.
Arjun chuckled, his breath hot on her skin. “She has taught me many things, Auntie Lakshmi. But you already know that, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and husky, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Lakshmi smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at him. “Yes, I do. And I must say, you have exceeded all expectations,” she replied, her voice filled with admiration and affection.
Arjun grinned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he continued to fuck her, his mouth still on her breast. His thick cock was stretching her asshole, Lakshmi had always loved that slightly painful stretch, and now that he was King she could indulge in it more often. She moaned, her body writhing beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she held on for dear life.
"You feel so good, Auntie Lakshmi," Arjun murmured, his voice muffled against her breast. "I love the way your ass squeezes my cock, the way your body responds to me."
Lakshmi could only moan in response, her body arching into his as he hit that sweet spot inside her. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to release.
Arjun's mouth was still on her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the throne room.
"Oh, Arjun," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm close. So close."
Arjun looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "Come for me, Auntie Lakshmi," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
Lakshmi cried out, just as Queen Ira was returning from her chores. She arrived just as Lakshmi wailed in ecstasy, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. The queen's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself, a small smile playing on her lips. "I see you two are enjoying yourselves," she said, her voice filled with amusement.
Arjun, still buried deep inside Lakshmi, looked up at his mother, a satisfied grin on his face. "Yes, Mother. We are indeed," he replied, his voice low and husky.
Lakshmi, still trembling from her orgasm, looked up at the queen, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Your Majesty," she said, her voice soft and breathless, “Let me get up, you can take the place”. Ira grinned as her friend lifted herself off of, her son’s cock.
“Did you atleast take care of the court son?”, she said slipping out of her green gown. Naked as ever, she replaced Lakshmi on the divan, her ass facing Arjun. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire. "I trust you took care of the court, Arjun?" she asked, her voice steady and calm, despite the fact that she was currently in a compromising position.
Arjun, his eyes roaming over his mother's body, smirked. “I took care of the court," he replied, his voice low and husky. In one smooth motion, he was back in his mother’s ass, pumping gently as Lakshmi finally draped her saree back on. "I sent them away, so we could...discuss the matters in private." He emphasized the last two words, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Ira chuckled, her body rocking back to meet his thrusts. "I see. Well, I must say, you have a unique way of handling state affairs, Arjun." Her voice was filled with amusement, but there was also a hint of pride.
Lakshmi, now fully dressed, turned to face them. Her eyes were soft, her expression tender as she watched mother and son lost in their dance of passion. "I will leave you two to your...discussion," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Both women were wearing his first load on their faces and tits as if they didn’t have to meet eminent people and do their duties. "I will await your orders, Your Majesty." She bowed low, her eyes flicking to Arjun one last time before she turned and left the throne room, leaving the mother and son alone.
Arjun, looked down at his mother face laden with his drying cum, nicely propped on her elbows on the deewan, laying on her side, swaying gently as his pumped his massive cock between the fat cheeks of her ass into her welcoming hole. Ira was very much enjoying the sensation of her son's thick shaft filling her, the way his hips slapped against her ass, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the throne room. She knew this was just sheer love, albeit shown in the most crude fashion, but love nonetheless. Why else would her son have her there, naked , with her legs spread enough to allow him to fuck her ass so thoroughly? She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his balls slapping against her skin, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to release.
Arjun, his breath coming in short pants, looked down at his mother. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed with pleasure, her lips parted as she moaned softly. He could see the way her body trembled with each thrust, the way her breasts swayed with the motion. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, her nipple hardening at his touch.
"You are so beautiful, Mother," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I love the way your body responds to me, the way you moan and writhe beneath me."
Ira opened her eyes, her gaze locking with his. She could see the love and desire in his eyes, the way his breath hitched as he looked at her. She knew that he loved her, that he desired her, and she felt a warmth spread through her at the thought. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down to her. Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, their tongues clashing as they explored each other's mouths.