Chapter 31: What’s normal?
: The Dawn of Devotion
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The royal chambers were still draped in the soft, golden haze of early morning, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood incense that had been burning all night. The morning light filtered through the ornate silk curtains, casting delicate patterns across the bed where Maharani Ira lay sprawled, her hourglass figure still draped in the remnants of last night’s passion. Her long, black braid lay splayed across the embroidered silk pillow, a few loose strands clinging to her damp cheeks, her lips still swollen from the fervor of their union.
She was picking up fruits from the platter, her fingers trailing over the ripe mangoes, the juicy guavas, the sweet bananas. She chose a mango, her thumb pressing into its soft flesh, testing its ripeness. Satisfied, she brought it to her lips, her teeth sinking into the golden flesh, the juice dribbling down her chin.
On the other edge of the room was Lakshmi, her best friend and the realms official messenger. The lady who had helped her raise Arjun, but in that moment she was serving Arjun. She was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down in Arjun's lap, her mouth full of his cock. The sound of her wet, sloppy sucking filled the room, a symphony of devotion and desire. Arjun's fingers were tangled in her hair, guiding her head, his hips lifting slightly with each thrust, fucking her mouth with slow, steady strokes.
Ira watched them, her eyes heavy-lidded, her body still humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking. She took another bite of the mango, the juice dripping down her chin, onto her breasts.
The warm, sticky trail made her nipples pebble, and she let out a soft, contented sigh. The taste of the fruit was sweet, but it was the taste of her son’s cum that lingered on her tongue—thick, salty, and intoxicating. She licked her lips, savoring the memory, and then turned her gaze back to the scene unfolding before her.
Lakshmi’s head was bobbing up and down on Arjun’s cock with practiced ease. The rhythmic slurping sound filled the room, mingling with the soft rustle of silk as she adjusted her position.
The day had started like any other. They had woken up, had some gentle sweet talks in bed. After a few hours Lakshmi had shown up, with a fruit bowl and some wine in her hands. Having handed Ira the platter, she had found Arjun, about to get up from bed.
He was sipping water, naked on the bed about to rise when she reached towards him, “Yuvraj, would you like my mouth for a while before you begin your day?” she asked, her voice soft and inviting.
Arjun looked at her, his eyes filled with surprise and desire. “Have I ever said no to you Lakshmi? You know besides my mother, it’s your holes that I have enjoyed the most”, his genuine answer brought a smile to her face. She leaned in, her hands reaching for his cock, but he stopped her. “No, let me see you undress first. I want to see that beautiful body of yours, before I fuck your mouth.” Lakshmi nodded, her hands going to the ties of her sari. She untied the knot at her waist, the silk fabric slipping down her body, pooling at her feet. She stood there, naked, her dark skin glistening in the morning light, her curves lush and inviting.
Arjun’s eyes roamed over her body, his cock twitching at the sight. While his mother was the most voluptuous slut he had had , Lakshmi’s body was something else entirely. It was the kind of body that made men forget their own names. Her skin was dark, smooth, and flawless, her curves perfectly balanced, her waist narrow, her hips wide, her breasts full and heavy. She had a few scars on her body, faint reminders of battles fought and won, but they only added to her allure, making her look even more desirable.
“Come here,” he said, his voice low and commanding. Lakshmi stepped forward, her feet silent on the silk carpet. She knelt before him, her knees pressing into the soft fabric, her body bending gracefully.
The morning light fell across her shoulders, highlighting the smooth curve of her collarbone, the delicate pulse at her throat. Arjun’s fingers traced the faint scars on her back, each one a story of battles fought and survived. He had seen her in battle, had watched her fight with the ferocity of a goddess, her sword a natural extension of her body. But now, she was his, and he wanted to see her surrender completely.
She knew the Yuvraj enjoyed the sight of important women on their knees, especially ones with curves as majestic as hers. She had seen
him with his mother, the Maharani, and she knew that he had a particular fondness for women who were not just beautiful, but also powerful. And Lakshmi was both. She was a warrior, a messenger, a confidante to the queen, and now, she was on her knees, ready to serve the Yuvraj.
She had spent years perfecting her body for this very purpose—her hips wide enough to cradle him, her back arched just right to give him the perfect angle, her lips plump and willing to take him in.
Arjun's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her head down, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth. She took him without resistance, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. He was thick, long, and hard, filling her mouth completely. She could feel him pulsing against her tongue, his precum already leaking out, salty and sweet.
With grace and ease, Lakshmi had taken his whole length down her throat and stayed there. Carefully she made her throat walls massage his cock in the morning hours, his hand gently holding on to her head.
“Mmmm, that’s good Lakshmi.” He praised her, then turned to Ira, “have you been coaching her how to suck cock mother? She is getting almost as good as you”. His words laced with humour.
Ira chuckled, her eyes twinkling as she took another bite of the mango. "I might have given her a few pointers, beta. But Lakshmi is a natural. She knows how to please a man, just like you know how to please a woman." She licked her fingers, her eyes never leaving the sight of Arjun's cock disappearing into Lakshmi's mouth.
Arjun grinned, his hips thrusting slightly, fucking Lakshmi's mouth with slow, steady strokes. "She does indeed. But no one can please me like you do, Mama." His eyes met Ira's, a silent promise passing between them. “But you do quite amazing too auntie”, he said guiding her down on his cock again.
Lakshmi moaned as she felt his cock poke at the edge of her throat, trying to enter her belly. It was such a turn on, that her King, the boy who she’d raised with her friend was pushing his cock so far down her throat, it threatened to enter her stomach. She could feel her pussy dripping, her juices flowing down her thighs, wetting the silk carpet beneath her knees. She wanted him to fuck her, to fill her with his cum, she knew he would at some point so she didn’t mind staying where she was letting her throat be used.
With her head still buried in his lap, she heard him speak to his mother, “What are you planning for the day mother? You up for more public fucking? We have a council meeting today if you wish to get fucked in front of the nobles. I can have them all watch you take my cock while you sit on my throne. What do you think, my queen? Which one would you prefer?
Ira’s fingers paused midway through slicing the mango, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. “ You know, beta, I do enjoy a good audience. And I do have to discuss the upcoming alliance with the neighboring kingdom today.” Ira’s voice was smooth, her fingers trailing over the mango peel, leaving a sticky trail down her wrist, “so, I guess you will be
fucking me in front of the nobles today, beta.” Her eyes met Arjun’s, a challenge in them, a promise of pleasure.
Arjun’s cock twitched in Lakshmi’s mouth at the thought. He loved fucking his mother in front of an audience, loved seeing the lust in their eyes as they watched him claim her, fill her, make her his. And today, he would have the added pleasure of knowing that Lakshmi was there, on her knees, watching, waiting for her turn.
“And what about you, Lakshmi?” Arjun asked, his voice low, his hips thrusting slightly, fucking her mouth with slow, steady strokes. “I won’t be available until tonight, would you like to get fucked now instead?”. That soothed Lakshmi’s heart. Slowly she pulled back, lips sliding over the slick hard length of Arjun’s cock with a wet *pop*. Her tongue darted out to catch the bead of precum that had formed at the tip, savoring the saltiness. She licked her lips, eyes never leaving Arjun’s as she spoke.
“You know I’d rather wait, Yuvraj. But if you’re asking, I’d love to be fucked now.” Her voice was low, breathless, her hands already reaching for her own body. “I’m already wet for you.”
Arjun’s grin was sharp, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Good girl.” He pulled her up by the braid, forcing her to her knees in front of him.
His cock was still dripping with her saliva, the tip glistening in the morning light. He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her down onto the silk bed, her back arching gracefully as she landed. His fingers traced the curve of her spine, feeling the softness of her skin against his touch.
“You’re so wet for me, Lakshmi,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I can smell it. You want me inside you, don’t you?”
Lakshmi nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze burning into her. She spread her legs wider, her thighs trembling with anticipation and she said “I do Yuvraj, both my holes are eager, fill any and I’ll be happy”.
Her voice was a low, breathy whisper, her body already arching towards him.
As his cock nudged at her asshole, Ira grinned at her friend who was about to take her son’s cock. It had become such a casual scene in their life.
The Maharani would lie in bed, her body still warm from their night’s passion, while her son and his most trusted confidante played out their morning rituals.
With a slow push, the thick cock easily plunged her hole. No gasps, no hesitation—just the wet, obscene sound of flesh stretching around his girth. Lakshmi’s head fell back onto the silk sheets, her dark skin flushed with pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Arjun’s fingers dug into her hips, holding her still as he began to thrust, his body slamming into hers with controlled force.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “I could stay inside you all day.”
Lakshmi’s nails dug into the sheets, her body arching to meet his every thrust. The bed creaked beneath them, the silk sheets dampening with their sweat. “Ahan!” Ira pouted, “then how will I get to enjoy the sight of my son fucking me in front of the nobles?” She bit into the mango again, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh. Arjun chuckled, at his mother’s pout, “Don’t worry, Mama. I’ll make sure to leave some energy for you. I know how much you enjoy our public displays.” He winked at her, his hips never pausing in their steady rhythm.
Ira laughed, “Mhm mhm…you better do that , beta. Because I want them to see how much I love you fucking me.” As she laughed, the juices from her lips dribbled down her chin, leaving a sticky trail on her huge soft tits.
Arjun's eyes followed the trail, his cock twitching inside Lakshmi. He loved seeing his mother like this, wild and uninhibited, her body glistening with sweat and juice. It made him want to fuck her even more, to claim her in front of everyone, to show them all that she was his.
Lakshmi, on the other hand, was lost in her own world of pleasure. Arjun's cock was filling her ass, stretching her, pushing her to her limits. She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge. She moaned, her body arching to meet his thrusts, her fingers digging into the silk sheets beneath her.
Arjun reached over Lakshmi, plunging his cock deeper into Lakshmi’s ass, and slapped that juice coated orb of Ira’s tit. The three of them laughed at that casual slap, that left her huge tit jiggling. Ira's eyes sparkled with mischief, her hand reaching up to squeeze her tit , while Lakshmi ended up wailing as Arjun’s cock ended up stretching her asshole so hard , she could feel her insides being filled.
The sound of their laughter filled the room, mingling with the wet, obscene sound of Arjun's cock sliding in and out of Lakshmi's ass.
“Lords you have become so brazen, so casual”, Ira chuckled looking down, holding her tit that had a red mark blooming on it, “fucking my friend’s ass, slapping my tit, Gods, I have spoilt you”.
Her voice was filled with mock disapproval, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Arjun grinned, his hips never pausing in their steady rhythm. “Well , Mama, you did raise me to be a king. And a king takes what he wants, when he wants it.” His eyes met hers, a challenge in them, a promise of pleasure. “And right now, I want to fuck Lakshmi until she can’t walk straight. And then, I want to fuck you, in front of everyone, until you scream my name.”
The way Arjun spoke of it, as if it were a right he had earned, made her want to surrender completely. She had indeed raised him into a man who would make her and any woman beneath him tremble. The way he spoke of taking what he wanted, of fucking her in front of everyone, of filling her with his seed—it was a heady mix of power and desire that made her nipples harden further.
The morning light spilled through the windows, casting golden streaks across the royal bedchamber. The door outside was knocked as Lakshmi had her hips held apart for him, letting him enjoy the entire depths of her asshole.
“ Come in,” Ira called out, her voice husky from the morning’s activities. The door creaked open, revealing a young maid, her eyes wide with surprise at the sight before her. She quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
“My lady, the council is ready for Lakshmi ji,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ira chuckled, “Very well, give us a moment.” The maid nodded, her eyes still cast downwards, and hurried out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Arjun, still buried deep inside Lakshmi, chuckled. “Well, it seems our little session will have to be paused for now” He pulled out of Lakshmi, his cock glistening with her juices, and helped her up from the bed. He smacked her ass playfully, leaving a red handprint on her dark skin.
Lakshmi yelped, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. “As you wish, Yuvraj.
I will be back later, my queen,” Lakshmi said, bowing slightly to Maharani Ira before turning to leave. Arjun watched her go, his eyes lingering on the sway of her hips, the curve of her back. He turned to his mother, a wicked grin on his face.
“Well, Mama, it seems we have some time to kill before the council meeting. What do you suggest we do with ourselves?” His voice was low, suggestive, his eyes never leaving hers.
Ira chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, I don’t know, beta. Perhaps you could tell me more about this alliance you want to discuss with the nobles. Do you prefer I suck you while you do it, or would you rather knead my tits and fuck my ass while you talk to me”. Her offer was as casual as their daily acts of obscenity.
The Maharani knew Arjun’s mind better than anyone else. She had raised him, shaped him into the man he was now—ruthless in battle, merciful in governance, and utterly uninhibited in his desires. He was a king who took what he wanted, when he wanted it, and she was the one who had taught him that no one could deny him.
He had fucked his mother’s closest confidante just then, and yet, the thought of her offering to pleasure him while they discussed the kingdom’s future made his cock harden further.
“Let’s fuck, that way you can keep munching on the fruits too. You’ll need the energy when we fuck during the council meeting,” Arjun said, his voice low and teasing, his fingers already tracing lazy circles over the soft flesh of his mother’s inner thigh.
“Hmmm, good point , beta,” Ira murmured, her eyes never leaving his. She slowly but very sensuously moved, raising her hips in the air for him.
Her fingers dug into the silk sheets, her body arching gracefully as she spread her legs wide, revealing her glistening asshole. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over her body, highlighting every curve and contour. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to catch the last drops of mango juice that clung to them as she looked behind, spreading her ass, welcoming him to use her.
“You’re the best” he said, climbing on and casually resting his cockhead on her asshole. He was already hard, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He had been fucking her for years, but each time was like the first. She was his mother, his queen, his lover, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
“You’re not so bad yourself, beta,” she replied, her voice a low purr. She wiggled her ass, her body already aching for him. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her asshole, ready to claim her.
Arjun chuckled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You know even though”, he said sliding inside her ass, “we fuck so often, the taboo nature just makes it so exciting everytime” , sighing as her ass accepted him all the way.
Ira replied, turning her head to smile at him just as his cock filled her completely, “I know, beta. But that’s the beauty of it. The forbidden thrill, knowing it’s your own mother you’re fucking. The taboo of it all, the sinful pleasure that comes from it, it’s what makes it so damn exhilarating”.
She smiled at him with love, knowing how much he appreciated that she so graciously gave her body to him. She was his whore for all purposes but he valued and appreciated what that meant. Just a nod of his head an he had her on her knees, her mouth open, ready to take his cock. Just a look and she would spread her legs, ready to be filled.
For a mother, especially a Queen to be doing that for her son was something that was surreal, a little too out
there, but for them, it was normal. It was their life, their reality, and they had embraced it wholeheartedly.
Arjun began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of his mother's ass. He watched as her body responded to him, her back arching, her ass pushing back against him, her fingers digging into the silk sheets. He could see the mango slices on the platter, glistening with juice, and the thought of them made him hungry, but not for food.
He reached over, his fingers grabbing a slice, and brought it to his mother's lips. "Here, Mama.Have a bite," Arjun said, and as she took it into her mouth, his hand found a dangling tit , squeezing it, making her moan around the fruit. The sound of her pleasure, muffled by the mango, spurred him on. He thrust harder, his cock sliding deeper into her ass, his fingers kneading her tit.
“Slut”, he teased her as she licked a dribbling juice drop from her chin.
His cock was buried deep inside her ass, his fingers kneading her tits like they were the only things that mattered in this world. “Mhm”, she nodded casually , letting him stretch her up. “Come on now, squeeze them harder, you know that’s how I like it beta”, she asked him.
Her son obliged gladly, kneading them hard, just as she liked. He could feel her asshole clenching around his cock, her body responding. Her tits jiggled with each thrust, “That’s it, beta” she coaxed, well aware he must be enjoying the sight of her like that. He liked when she so nonchalantly let him fuck her, while she either just rested or did something mundane. It reinforced that she did want him to feel free to use her body whenever he wanted.She was his mother, and was happy to fulfil the role of his queen if he needed and his slut if he wanted that.
“Hey mum”, he said switching from one tit to another, moving his cock slow in her ass. Ira chuckled, “Yes, beta?” she replied, her voice steady despite the slow thrusts of his cock inside her. She was casually eating the mango slices, her eyes meeting his, as if they were just casually hanging out in the late hours of morning, not with his cock buried in her ass. "What is it, beta?" she asked, her voice calm, her body relaxed.
Arjun grinned, his fingers still kneading her tits, his cock still slowly sliding in and out of her ass. "I was just thinking, Mama," he began, his voice low, his eyes never leaving hers. "About how much I love fucking you. About how you're the best fuck I've ever had."
Ira chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, beta, I would hope so. I am your mother, after all. I’ve spent years now perfecting myself into your whore. Now if you don’t think I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had, I’ll be sorely disappointed,” she replied.
Her voice was light, teasing, but there was a hint of seriousness in her eyes. She knew her son’s prowess in bed, had seen him with countless women, but she also knew that he valued her opinion, her approval.
Arjun laughed, his hips thrusting harder, his cock sliding deeper into her ass. “Oh, Mama, you know you’re the best. No one can compare to you.”
Ira smiled, her heart swelling with love and pride. She reached back, her hand finding his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “I meant it though, genuinely” she said, “I have spent years perfecting myself for you.” Her fingers slid down his neck, her nails lightly scraping his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. She was talking about the years they had spent together, the countless nights she had spent teaching him how to make her scream with pleasure. “I made sure that even the rules of our kingdom changed accordingly, so if you ever desired to fuck me anywhere outside,you could do it without any hesitation.
I made sure that our laws would protect you, protect us, so that we could fuck freely, without any fear of being judged or punished. I made sure that our kingdom would be a place where you could take what you want, when you want it, without any consequences.”
Arjun's eyes softened at his mother's words, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of the mangoes she had been eating.
With tear laden eyes she continued, “I wanted to make sure that since you enjoyed my holes, you’d have access to them anywhere, anytime. My ass that you love more than my cunt, over the years I’ve tried to make it more plump, so when you fuck it, it stretches to accommodate you better. I’ve even started eating more ghee and coconut milk, so that my asshole stays soft and welcoming for you.”
Arjun’s breath hitched as his mother’s words washed over him, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with the scent of mangoes, sweat, and the musky tang of their combined arousal. He pulled out of her ass with a wet, obscene sound, his cock glistening with her juices. He turned her onto her back, his mouth crashing onto hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entry.
She opened for him, her lips parting as his fingers slid down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips, and finally settling between her legs. “Keep talking , ma”, he said as he slid three thick fingers and began to finger her like a jackhammer. “Fuck fuck fuck…” she squealed at the sudden invasion, her body arching off the bed. “I made my ass more fat, so you’d enjoy slapping it, so you’d enjoy the jiggle when you fuck it. I even started having my tits massaged so they’d get bigger, so you’d have more to grab onto, more to squeeze, more to fuck. I did all this for you, beta. For us. So we could enjoy each other, freely, openly, without any shame or guilt.”
Arjun's fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing down on her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. His mouth captured hers again, swallowing her moans, her cries of pleasure. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Thank you…thank you…thank you” he murmured reverently into her mouth, for she had truly made herself a living temple for him. His fingers were still buried deep inside her, his thumb relentlessly circling her clit, driving her towards that precipice.
“You’re welcome, beta” she whispered back, her voice thick with desire. “I want you to enjoy every inch of me, no matter where we are, no matter who’s watching. I wanted you to be able to fuck me anywhere, anytime. And more than that, i wanted that you’d want my body , that as your mother I’d be the one you’d come to when you needed your balls drained”.
He pulled his fingers out just as she came, and while she was still riding the high of her orgasm, he plunged his cock back inside her ass while she lay flat on the bed, arms wide open, her huge tits jiggling with each thrust. Her body was slick with sweat, her skin glistening in the morning light. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein, as he slid in and out of her ass, his hips moving with a steady, relentless rhythm.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Mama,” Arjun groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, his body slamming into hers. “I love fucking you. I love how you take me, how you give yourself to me.”
Ira smiled, her eyes meeting his, her body arching to meet his thrusts. “I love giving myself to you, beta.
That’s why I’ve spent years making myself perfect for you,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust and devotion. “I want you to be able to take me anywhere, anytime. I want you to know that I’m yours, completely.”
Arjun’s breath hitched as he thrust harder, his cock filling her ass with every stroke. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mixed with the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her lips. “Slow down son, your whore isn’t going anywhere,” she teased, her voice thick with lust as she spread her legs wider, “fuck her ass slow, you’ll enjoy it more that way.”
Arjun chuckled, his hips slowing down, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with languid strokes. “You’re right, Mama. I do enjoy it more this way.” He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, teasing her.
He broke the kiss, his hands trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, until he reached her tits. “Mmm, best tits in the kingdom,” he murmured, then squeezed both the fleshy mounds.
“I love how they fill my hands, how they bounce when I fuck you.” He held them, admiring the sight while he pumped casually in her fat ass.
His mother's tits were indeed a sight to behold. They were large, round, and firm, with dark, puckered nipples that were always hard and ready for him. He loved the way they jiggled when he fucked her, the way they filled his hands, the way they tasted when he sucked on them. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of her nipples, his tongue flicking over it, his teeth grazing it gently. Ira gasped, her body arching, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. "Yes, beta, just like that," she moaned, her voice low and husky.
"Suck on my tits, fuck my ass, make me your whore." Her words spurred him on, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into her ass. He could feel her body responding to him, her muscles clenching around him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He switched to the other tit, his tongue swirling around the nipple, his teeth grazing it gently. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew she was close, he could feel it in the way her body moved, in the way she moaned his name.
He pulled away from her tit, his eyes meeting hers, a wicked grin on his face. "Not yet, Mama," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I want to enjoy this a little longer." He pulled out of her ass, his cock glistening with her juices, and flipped her onto her stomach. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under her hips, lifting her ass higher in the air. "I want to see your ass jiggle while I fuck you," he said, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her asshole.
Ira moaned, her body already aching for him. “Once you cum on my cock, we can go join the council meeting, sounds okay ma?”, he asked as he slid back in the gaping hole.
His cock was already slick with her juices, and he pushed in with a slow, deliberate thrust that made her moan. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a wet, obscene sound that made him grin. He loved the way she took him, the way her ass stretched around him, the way she welcomed him inside her with open arms.
“Yeah, that sounds perfect,” she panted, her voice thick with desire. “I’ll be ready for you when you are, beta.”
She was a queen, but she was also his mother, and he had no reservations about taking her right then and there. He pulled out slowly, the wet sound echoing in the room before he slammed back into her, his cock filling her completely.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her again and again. His mother’s body was a temple, a place where he could lose himself, where he could forget everything else but the pleasure of being inside her. She didn’t take a whole lot of time to cum.
“Oooo…ooohhh…aaaiiiyyeeee !” her voice was a guttural groan, her body trembling as she came hard, her asshole clenching around his cock like a vice. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into the sheets as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
As he felt his load ready, he gave her a choice “Mmmm, nice . So would you like me to cum now or you’d rather drink it during the council meeting?” Arjun asked, his voice low and teasing, his hips still moving in a steady rhythm, his cock buried deep inside his mother's ass.
Ira chuckled, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, beta, I do have a reputation to maintain. I can't exactly walk into the council meeting without looking like I had you fucking my ass, now can I?".
Arjun laughed, his hips slowing down, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with languid strokes. "I suppose not, Mama.
You're right," Arjun replied, his voice a low, teasing rumble as he pulled out of her slowly, his cock glistening with her juices. "Alright you can drink it once we are in the council meeting. Something for you to stay busy when I’m talking to the nobles” he said.
With that , he reached for a fruit platter and tossed a ripe mango into her mouth. She caught it mid-air, her lips parting slightly to let the juice drip down her chin. He watched as she licked it off, her tongue slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. The morning light filtered through the window, casting a golden glow over her body, highlighting the curves of her voluptuous form.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice a low purr, her fingers tracing lazy circles over the silk sheets.
“Of course I am, Mama,” he replied, his voice thick with desire. “You’re my mother, my queen, and my favorite whore.
I can’t help but enjoy this,” Arjun said, his voice a low growl as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, his touch light but deliberate, as if he were memorizing every inch of her body. The scent of mango and their combined arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating.
Ira smiled, her lips parting slightly to catch the last drops of juice from the mango she had been eating. She turned her head, her gaze meeting his, “let’s get going. I don’t think I’ll be needing clothes, will I?”.
Arjun replied as he got up, “ No, you won’t. You can walk like a queen, with your head held high, your tits swinging with each step. The nobles will be talking about this for years.” He smirked, his eyes lingering on her naked body, the mango juice still glistening on her lips.
Ira chuckled, her fingers trailing down her body, savoring the afterglow of their lovemaking. “Mmm, okay. Let’s go then,” Ira said, her voice a low purr as she swung her legs off the bed, her naked body glistening in the morning light. She stood up, her tall, voluptuous frame towering over her son, her long black hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She stretched, her body arching, her tits pushing out, the nipples hard and ready. Arjun watched, his eyes darkening with desire, his cock twitching at the sight of his mother's body.
“You’re a sight to behold, Mama,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
He grabbed her hand, his fingers entwining with hers, and led her out of the royal chambers. The palace was quiet at this hour, the servants still asleep, the guards stationed at their posts, their eyes straight ahead, their faces impassive. But Arjun knew they were watching, their eyes following his mother's naked form, their minds filled with images of her, their cocks hard and aching.
Ira walked beside him, her head held high, her back straight, her tits bouncing with each step. She was a queen, and she carried herself like one. She was naked, her body on full display, but she didn't care. She was the royal whore, her son’s slut and nothing more. The guards, the servants, the courtiers—all of them knew what she was. And they wanted it. They wanted to see her, to touch her, to own her. But she belonged to Arjun, and Arjun alone.
The council meeting was in the grand durbar hall, a cavernous space with towering pillars carved with intricate stories of their royal ancestors. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood incense, the faint tang of sweat from the courtiers who had already begun to gather. The morning sun streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting prismatic colors across the marble floor, but none of that mattered to Arjun or his mother.
Ira walked ahead of him, her body swaying with each step, her large, pendulous tits bouncing with every movement. The nobles in the hall turned their heads, their eyes glued to her naked form. Some whispered among themselves, their voices barely audible but filled with desire and reverence.
Others openly stared, their eyes roaming over her body, their gazes lingering on her tits, her ass, her pussy. Arjun could see the bulges in their pants, the way they shifted in their seats, trying to hide their erections. He smirked, his hand tightening around his mother's, his cock throbbing at the sight of her, at the knowledge that she was his, and his alone.
Ira walked up to the dais, her steps measured, her back straight. She didn't acknowledge the nobles, didn't give them a single glance. She was a queen, and she knew it. She didn't need to prove it to them.
She was the Maharani, the widow who had taken the throne with a sword in one hand and her son’s cock in the other. The nobles knew it. The priests knew it. Even the servants in the kitchens whispered about her—how she had been a queen before her husband’s death, how she had ruled with fire in her eyes and honey on her tongue, how she had made her son her heir not just by blood, but by the way she let him fuck her until he could walk without stumbling.
The dais was a throne of polished black marble, its edges carved with the faces of their ancestors—warriors, scholars, lovers—all watching silently as she ascended. She didn’t sit. Instead she kneeled between her son’s legs, her full breasts swaying as she leaned forward. The nobles gasped—some in awe, others in lust—as her fingers took his bare cock in her grasp.
“Let’s begin”, Arjun said to both
the council and his mother, his voice carrying through the grand durbar hall like a king’s decree. His mother’s lips parted, her tongue flicking out to lick the mango juice still clinging to her lower lip. She was a queen who had just been fucked, and she knew it.
The chamberlain, an old man with a silvered beard and a face like carved mahogany, cleared his throat. "Your Majesty, the council awaits your wisdom."
Arjun smirked, his hand guiding his mother’s head she knelt before him. The nobles watched in stunned silence, their eyes flicking between the two of them—one a warrior-king in his prime, the other a queen who had just been fucked well, ready to suck his massive cock while he discussed royal business.
Arjun looked around the room, his gaze meeting each of the nobles, nodding in acknowledgement, a gracious smile on his face for their time.
His mother, however, was already busy. She opened her lips wide, her tongue gliding out to wet them, her eyes fixed on his cock, her breathing shallow and quick. The chamberlain's voice was barely audible over the sound of her soft moans, the wet slurping sounds of her mouth as she began to suck him.
"Your Majesty, the council has been waiting for your presence," the chamberlain repeated, his voice a little more insistent this time.
Arjun glanced down at his mother, her full lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head, her fingers lightly gripping the base. “Your queen needed to be sated gentlemen, I apologise for the delay,” he said, his voice steady, his gaze never leaving the nobles. A few of them shifted in their seats, their eyes darting between the queen's naked body and the king's calm demeanor. The chamberlain cleared his throat, his face a mask of professionalism, but Arjun could see the bulge in his pants, the way his hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his robes.
“Of course, Your Majesty,” he replied, his voice a little too high-pitched. “We understand completely. The queen's... comfort is of utmost importance.”
Ira moaned around Arjun's cock, her fingers tightening around him, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside.
The sound of her pleasure echoed through the grand durbar hall, a symphony of wet, obscene noises that filled the air, drowning out the soft murmurs of the nobles. Arjun's hips moved in time with her, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, his fingers tangling in her long, black hair, guiding her, controlling her.
The nobles watched, their eyes wide, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Some had their hands in their laps, their fingers discreetly rubbing against their cocks, their faces flushed with desire. Others had their hands clenched into fists, their knuckles white, their bodies tense with the effort of holding back.
“I believe our work is to decide on the new dam on the Godavari, right?”, Arjun asked, eyes briefly flicking down to give his mother a reassuring smile.
She nodded, her lips still wrapped around his cock, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper. The nobles adored them, at how loving the mother-son duo was, how they were so open about their affection. They were in awe that the queen was sucking her son's cock while they were discussing the future of their kingdom.
"Indeed, Your Majesty," the chamberlain replied, his voice a little hoarse. "The engineers have presented their plans, and the council is divided on which design to approve."
Arjun nodded, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of his mother's mouth. "Let's hear their arguments, then," he said, his voice calm and collected, as if he wasn't being blown by his mother in front of the entire council.
His mother's mouth was a wet, sucking void around his cock, her tongue working magic as she sucked him deep.
“We have two proposals, your highness. We like them both, but they have different merits,” said the chief engineer, a portly man with a thick mustache and sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes flicked between Arjun and Ira, lingering on her naked body, her lips still glistening with saliva and precum.
Ira, her mouth full of her son's cock, looked up at the engineer, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She pulled back, her lips popping off Arjun's cock with a wet sound. “Go on, tell us about them,” she said, her voice husky, her hand still stroking Arjun's length.
The engineer cleared his throat, his eyes darting between the queen and her son.
"The first proposal, Your Majesty, is a traditional stone dam. It's sturdy, reliable, and will last for generations. However, it's also expensive to build and maintain. The second proposal is a more modern design, using concrete and steel. It's cheaper to build and maintain, but it might not last as long as the stone dam."
Arjun listened, his gaze fixed on the engineer, but his hand never stopped moving in his mother's hair, guiding her head, controlling the pace. Ira, in turn, never stopped her task, her lips and tongue working in tandem, her hand stroking him in rhythm with her mouth. The nobles watched, entranced, as the queen sucked her son's cock, her full tits swaying with each movement. A goddess alive, who preferred being her son’s whore.
“Thank you,” Arjun said, “I appreciate your thoroughness.” He looked around the room, his gaze meeting each of the nobles, a gracious smile on his face. “Let’s discuss the merits of each proposal, shall we?” He looked down at his mother, her lips glistening, her eyes shining with lust and devotion. “Mama, what do you think?”
Ira looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and desire. She licked her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip of his cock. “I think we should consider the long-term benefits, beta. A dam is not just a structure, it’s a symbol of our kingdom’s strength and resilience.
It should stand tall, as a testament to our power, for centuries to come. I say we go with the stone dam. It might cost more, but it’s an investment in our future. And as the queen of this realm, I believe it’s my duty to ensure that our kingdom remains strong and proud, for generations to come."
Her voice was steady, her gaze unwavering as she spoke, her hand still stroking Arjun's cock, her lips still glistening with saliva and precum. The nobles listened, their eyes wide, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. They had never seen a queen like her, so open, so honest, so...aroused. And yet, her opinion was sound and beneficent.
Arjun nodded, his fingers tightening in Ira’s hair just enough to make her whimper. “Mama’s wisdom is always perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. He guided her back to his cock, and she happily resumed sucking. Relaxing her jaw so he could use the entire length of her throat, since his length was so much more than just her mouth.
Arjun nodded, and another engineer started with the merits of the stone dam. The hall was filled with the sound of the queen’s throaty moans and the wet slurping of her mouth as she took him in.
“Your highness, with a stone dam , we can ensure a steady supply of water for our kingdom for centuries to come,” the engineer was saying, his eyes flicking between Arjun and Ira, his voice barely audible over the sound of Ira’s mouth.
Arjun listened, his gaze fixed on the engineer, calm and sure, helped by the steady rhythm of his mother’s mouth on his cock. She was gently massaging his length in her throat so he’d be relaxed and ready to make decisions.
The engineer's voice droned on, "The stone dam will also provide a natural barrier against floods, protecting our villages and farmlands. However, it will take longer to build, and the cost will be significantly higher."
Arjun nodded, his fingers tangling in Ira's hair, guiding her head, controlling the pace. "What about the concrete dam? Do we lose out on protection against floods?" Arjun asked, his voice steady, his gaze fixed on the engineer. His mother's mouth was a warm, wet heaven around his cock, her tongue swirling, her throat contracting in rhythm with his heartbeat. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The engineer cleared his throat, his eyes darting between Arjun and Ira. "The concrete dam is cheaper and faster to build, Your Majesty. But it's not as sturdy as the stone dam. It might not withstand the force of a flood as well.
But it's a compromise we might have to make, given the kingdom's current financial situation," the engineer said, his voice trailing off as he noticed the queen's hand moving faster, her mouth working harder on the king's cock. The nobles in the room shifted uncomfortably, their eyes flicking between the queen's naked body and the king's calm demeanor. The chamberlain cleared his throat, his voice barely audible over the sound of the queen's wet, obscene noises. "Your Majesty, perhaps we should take a break and reconvene later?"
Arjun looked down at his mother, her eyes shining with lust and devotion, her lips stretched wide around his cock. He guided her head, pulling her deeper onto him, “No no, gentlemen” he assured them, “mother is just trying to get me to feed her the load I promised her, we can continue. I actually believe we should go ahead with the stone dam. What is your consensus?”, his voice steady as he prepared to let Ira have his cum.
The nobles understood his words and nodded in agreement, their eyes still glued to the sight of the queen kneeling before her son.
“We agree my king,” the eldest noble, a man with a long white beard and a face like a weathered mountain, spoke up. “The stone dam is the way to go. It’s a symbol of our kingdom’s strength and resilience. It will stand tall, a testament to our power, for centuries to come.”
Arjun nodded, his fingers tightening in Ira’s hair. “Excellent. Then it’s settled. We will proceed with the stone dam.” He looked down at his mother, her eyes shining with pride and desire. “Mama, you’ve made your son proud today.”
Ira smiled, her lips still wrapped around his cock. She pulled back, her lips popping off with a wet sound. “Well then may I have my reward, beta?” she asked, her voice thick with lust and need. Her hand slid down his chest, her fingers tracing the damp outline of his cock before wrapping around it, stroking him slowly, teasingly. The nobles watched in rapt silence, their eyes locked on the sight of their queen kneeling before her son, her full breasts swaying as she stroked him.
Arjun let out a low groan, his hips jerking slightly as his mother’s hand moved over him. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you, Mama?” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He looked around the hall, his gaze lingering on the nobles, their faces flushed with arousal.
"Gentlemen, I believe we've reached a decision. Let's start with the planning on a stone dam, while mother drinks up my load, I hope that’s good with you?”.
Arjun’s calm voice settled the nobles’s worries.
They nodded in unison, their faces flushed with a mix of awe and anticipation.
Ira didn’t wait for permission. She leaned forward, her full breasts swaying as she gripped Arjun’s cock with both hands, her fingers slick with saliva and precum. Her lips parted, and she took him deep into her throat, her tongue swirling around the base, her throat muscles contracting in waves. The nobles watched, their eyes glued to the sight of their queen worshipping her son.
The chamberlain, his robes clinging to his sweat-slicked back, cleared his throat again. "Your majesty we have some drafts, we can go over them”.
“Sure”, Arjun said and set his eyes on the scrolls, as he begun unloading with a slow stream of white in her mouth. They had never seen anything like this, a queen so devoted to her son, so open about her desire for him. His mother hummed in pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the taste of him, her tongue lapping up every drop.
His flow was steady and sure, thick creamy load down her throat, sweet and tasty. She moaned and played with her tits casually, kneading them herself.
An engineer got up with scrolls, spreading them for the council to see.
Arjun, still seated on the throne, his mother kneeling between his legs, her mouth full of his cock, watched as the engineer pointed to the plans. The nobles leaned in, their eyes scanning the scrolls, their faces a mix of concentration and arousal.
"As you can see, Your Majesty," the engineer began, his voice a little shaky, his eyes flicking between Arjun and Ira, "the stone dam will be built in three sections. The central section will be the tallest, providing the most resistance against the river's current.
The foundation will be laid deep into the bedrock, ensuring stability for generations to come."
The engineer's voice was steady, but his eyes kept darting toward the queen's naked body. His fingers trembled slightly as he pointed to the scrolls, his gaze lingering on the way her full breasts swayed with each movement, her lips stretched around Arjun's cock.
Ira moaned softly, her throat vibrating around Arjun's length. The sound echoed through the hall, a wet, sensual melody that made the nobles shift in their seats. She felt the first warm pulse of his release, his cum filling her mouth, thick and rich.
She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the taste of him, her tongue lapping up every drop. The nobles watched in awe, their eyes glued to the sight of their queen, her naked tits swaying as she drank her son's cum, her fingers playing with her nipples, pinching and rolling them, her moans of pleasure filling the hall.
Arjun's fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her head, controlling the pace. "That's it, Mama," he groaned, his hips jerking slightly as he fed her his load. "Take it all.” Arjun murmured, guiding her head as she swallowed his cum. He let the flow increase from a slow stream, to the way she liked it, a thick, steady gush.
The engineer's voice faltered, his eyes wide as he watched the queen pleasure her son. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, his face flushed with arousal. He continued, while Ira relaxed her jaw letting the flow of cum fall straight into her belly with a loud echo of the thick jet falling into her stomach. "The outer sections will be lower, providing a gradual slope for the water to flow over, reducing the risk of flooding downstream."
Arjun nodded, his fingers still tangled in his mother's hair, guiding her head, controlling the pace of his release. His gaze was fixed on the engineer, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in the sensation of his mother's mouth, her throat, her belly, all filled with his cum.
Ira, her eyes shining with lust and satisfaction, pulled back, her lips popping off Arjun's cock with a wet sound. She looked up at him, her face flushed, her lips glistening. “Now let it paint my face and tits, so when you fuck me it’ll slide all over me,” she whispered. Arjun smiled and aimed his cock at her face, as the engineer began describing the second phase of construction.
"The next step, Your Majesty, will be to reinforce the dam's foundation with iron rods, ensuring its stability against the river's current." His voice was a little hoarse, his eyes flicking between the scrolls and the queen's naked body, now glistening with Arjun's cum.
Ira closed her eyes, as the torrent had started to paint her face and chest, the thick white streaks glistening on her skin.
She moaned, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, her back arching as the hot cum splashed onto her tits, sliding down her curves, mixing with the sweat and saliva already there. It splattered onto her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her eyes fluttering shut as she savoured the sensation of his load covering her body. It flowed down on her as rivulets, covering her tits like a warm, sticky rain.
She moaned, her fingers tracing the lines of his cum, spreading it over her skin, rubbing it into her flesh.
Arjun watched his mother. He loved seeing her like this, covered in his cum, her body glistening, her eyes shining with lust. He guided a slowing stream onto her face one last time, so she’d be dripping with his seed. The nobles watched, their faces flushed with a mix of awe and arousal, their eyes locked on the sight before them.
Ira licked her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste the cum on her face. She moaned softly, her fingers tracing the lines of his seed down her chest, her nipples hardening as the warm, sticky fluid coated her skin. She looked up at Arjun, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted in a silent invitation.
"Beta," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Now fuck me. I need you inside me."
Arjun nodded, his gaze never leaving hers.
He stood up, his cock still hard, glistening with their combined fluids. The nobles watched, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, their eyes wide with anticipation. The engineer, respectfully moved some sheets aside, so Ira could place her hands on the table they had been discussing the dam plans on.
Ira was a sight for the noblemen, her son’s cum all over her, glistening and sliding on her skin like milk.
Her hair was still braided, but it had come loose in places, strands clinging to her flushed cheeks and neck. Her lips were parted, swollen from sucking him, and her bare tits were heavy with the weight of his seed, the nipples dark and tight. Her body was a temple of desire, and the nobles watched in silent awe, their eyes tracing the sticky trails of cum down her curves.
She looked every bit the whore she claimed to be, a queen who worshipped her son’s cock and let it paint her like a living painting. The chamberlain’s breath hitched as he saw the way Arjun’s cum dripped from her breasts, pooling in the hollows of her waist, glistening like molten gold under the flickering oil lamps.
She bent over at the table, her body slick with their fluids, her tits heavy and full, her nipples hard as pebbles, already glistening with the cum that had splashed onto them.
“Gentlemen don’t mind please, I’ll just take my son’s cock in my ass while we discuss the dam plans. I’ll be more focused if I’m fucked” she said if she wasn’t about to get fucked by her son in front of the entire council. She spread her legs wide, her ass high in the air. In the middle of the hall, she was waiting, bent over, ready to have her ass fucked, her son’s massive load sliding and dribbling on her face, her huge tits.
And so, Arjun stepped forward, his cock still hard, glistening with their combined fluids. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with lust and love. "Mama," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're so beautiful like this."
Ira moaned, her body shivering at his touch. "Thank you, beta," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. He guided his cock to her asshole, the head pressing against the tight, puckered hole. With the amount of times he had fucked her there, it welcomed him like an old friend.
The tight ring of her asshole clenched around his cockhead, her body already slick with the cum he had painted her with. He pushed forward, his cock sliding in with ease, the tight heat of her ass enveloping him inch by inch. She moaned, her voice a low, throaty sound that filled the hall, the sound of her pleasure mingling with the rustle of silk and the occasional clink of goblets.
"Ahhh, beta," she breathed, her fingers digging into the tabletop, her body arching slightly as he filled her. The nobles watched, their eyes glued to the sight of the queen being fucked by her son, their breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps.
A slow cheer rose from the chamberlain and the other courtiers, their voices hushed but filled with reverence. They had never seen such a display of devotion, of a mother and son bound by more than just blood—by desire, by power, by the sacred contract of their kingdom.
Arjun’s cock filled her ass with a deep, rhythmic thrust, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the hall. The nobles shifted in their seats, their robes damp with sweat, their fingers twitching with the need to touch themselves. The chamberlain, his face flushed, adjusted his position, his eyes locked on the way Ira’s ass tightened around Arjun’s cock with every thrust.
He swallowed hard, his voice barely audible as he spoke, “Your Majesty, if I may suggest, we should proceed with the third phase of the dam construction while you... uh... while you and the queen are... engaged.” His eyes darted between Arjun’s cock disappearing into Ira’s ass and the scrolls laid out on the table.
Arjun, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, nodded. “Excellent suggestion, chamberlain. Please, continue.” His fingers relaxing on his mother’s hips, now gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them to give the nobles a better view of his cock disappearing into her asshole. The nobles leaned in, their eyes wide, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The chamberlain, his voice barely audible, began to speak, “The third phase, Your Majesty, involves the construction of the spillway. This will allow excess water to flow over the dam safely, preventing flooding downstream.”
Ira moaned, her fingers tightening on the tabletop, her body arching slightly as Arjun’s cock hit her sweet spot. “Yes,” she hissed, her voice thick with lust, “Tell us more, chamberlain. I want to hear every detail while my son fucks my ass.” Her voice was a low, sultry purr, her body moving in rhythm with Arjun's thrusts, her ass tightening around his cock with every word the chamberlain spoke.
The chamberlain swallowed hard, his eyes flicking between the scrolls and the sight of the queen being fucked. “The spillway, Your Majesty, will be built on the left side of the dam. It will be a sloped channel, allowing water to flow over it safely, even during heavy rainfall.”
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