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Chapter 2
The next morning, Newzang wakes up to the gleaming sun shining on her beautiful glistening curvaceous naked body, the bright light whispering into her ear to wake up. She slowly gets up, does some morning stretches, and goes to her gigantic wardrobe. Opening it, she sifts through piles of neatly folded and hanged clothes. Finally, she finds her royal morning robe and quickly dons it. The queen dashes off to the bathroom and executes her routine daily business: admiring herself in the mirror; taking a pee; flushing the toilet; washing her hands, mouth, nose, and face; admiring herself again; and finally, combing her soft ginger hair...
No wait! There's something that she forgot: masturbating to her son. This, she thought, will be a new thing, adding it to her 'routine daily undertaking'. She is about to go...Wait! She forgot something else: today is her birthday...and her son's.
By remembering this, Newzang's train of thoughts drift off to her secret, taboo, incestuous, wet dreams. She returns to the mirror again, and of course, adores herself, thinking about her handsome son penetrating his hard cock inside her pussy, and then cumming deep inside her womb. Picturing her naked son, Aland, with his perfectly toned athletic body, his six-pack abs; his short stylish brownish-blonde hair, which reflects a golden color when exposed to the sun; his dazzling green eyes, which attracts every girl and woman like a magnet to himself; and his handsome, cute face just can't let his mother's lustful eyes to get away from him. His 5'10" figure was the perfect size for her 5'5" figure.
She slyly smirks to herself and exits the bathroom. From there, she in turn exits the royalty bedroom. In the corridor, she shuffles down through it and heads to her son's bedroom.
Aland has recently woke up. Even though, he went to bed earlier than usual, he couldn't sleep soundly. His eyes were open the whole night, managed to shut them at 2 or 3. The causal agents were the shock of the dinnertime conversation, his fury against his own father, dreaming about his beautiful mother, the thought of incest, taboo, mother-son relationship (sexually), the kingdom's future...the list wouldn't end. Now, he was awake, he looks at the hourglass present on his book shelf, and reads (in modern time) 9:43 a.m. (to be precise). Wow! He only slept like 6 to 7 hours.
Now that's something to note: he slept 6 to 7 hours! He gets up from his bed and, suddenly, senses wetness on his crotch. Shit! He had cummed in his sleep. Must've had a wet dream or something, a succubus jerking off his cock, or performing a BJ on him, or even maybe he fucked the succubus. Come on! Think, remember! Slowly, slowly...slowly, slowly...Oh yes! It was Newzang, the queen, the prince's mother. Yes! This was his first time to have a wet dream, and the female he fucked was his dream woman: his mother Queen Newzang. He takes his cock out from his short and slowly starts to stroke it, picturing his buxom naked mother coquetting with him.
In his imagination, his mother continues flirting, while taking her son's cock and jacking it off. Aland starts to rub more vigorously, closing his eyes, relaxing himself. His mother gets down, puts his cock in her mouth...No! No time for that! Aland positions himself and gently thrusts his cock inside his mother's pussy. Oh yes! He thought. He rubs his cock even more vigorously. For no reason, he peeps in at the 'outside' world and peripherally looks around the room. Nothing to no- Damn it! He forgot to close the door fully. Never mind, he will just continue jerking off.
Meanwhile, Newzang is fingering herself, playing with her clit, while watching her son jack off. 'What a lovely cock he has!' she thought. Indeed, Aland had a lovely cock: his hard 9-inch prick wasn't circumcised and the foreskin extended over the tip when rubbed.
Aland has neared orgasm, and is about to shoot his load, when suddenly, Newzang enters. However, he doesn't care about his mother 'accidentally' coming in. No, no...He will cum no matter what.
He projects his semen like a launching missile, just as his mother comes in. "*Gasp!*" Newzang's eyes drop and puts her right hand on her mouth, just to let her son know that she 'wasn't aware that he was masturbating, didn't want to interrupt him, and didn't know what a huge cock he had'.
"Mom! What the hell are you doing here?!" Aland irritably asked.
"I'm so sorry, son! I didn't mean to. I just came here to wish you a happy birthday," Newzang 'apologized'.
Aland sighed. "It's okay, Mom, but please for the next time if you want to come in here, just knock."
"As you wish, sweetheart." Newzang gets on the bed, and kisses her son on the cheek. "Happy birthday, my baby boy! Wish you the best and a long life," she said triflingly, as she looks straight in Aland's sparkling light green eyes, managing to peek at his now-soft dick. He catches his mother staring down at him, and realizes too late that he didn't manage to pull his shorts up, and now his cock is clearly visible to his on-fire mother.
"Oh shit! Errrr...I'm sorry, Mom. I just wanted to relieve my stress."
"It's okay, baby! It's a normal thing to do for teenagers like you," Newzang muttered. She tried her best to eliminate her son's hopelessness.
"But I've become 18, Mom. Maybe it was normal when I was 14 or 15. But now, I have grown, and perhaps 'old' to masturbate," Aland muttered, a sense of despair emanating from his tone.
"It's alright, sweetheart. I'm gonna help you with this problem of yours, but beyond my motherly duties." Newzang reaches out her left hand and slowly gets hold of her son's soft cock.
"Woah, Mom! Weren't you mad at me for having an intense crush on you? What happened all of a sudden?" Aland gasps and his mother starts to stroke his cock slowly, gradually riding him to another orgasm. What an orgasm it would be! To be stroked by your mother, by your fantasized woman: this would surely be a massive propulsion, stream after stream of cum making a mess everywhere on the bed and floor.
"Thanks, Mom. Happy birthday to you, too. Wish you the best and a long life, too. And between us, to be my future bride."