All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
Good gods. Cassia had allowed two deposits deep in her butt, and Vel worked his way to a third. Her son's curse was strong. She now gave herself to him like a dog, on her hands and knees. Cassia's ass should have been destroyed by now, but instead, joyful heat spread all through her body. The four-poster bed bucked and squeaked under them. How many climaxes had she had that day? Too many to count.
"Oh, Vel, I've never... never..." Cassia squealed as another orgasm rocked her sense of being. When she recovered, she found that his hands had tightened their grip on her cheeks, taking big handfuls of flesh and pulling her back onto him again and again. Why had she come in person to his room? Had she wanted this? She could have written a letter to her son and slipped it under the door. She had given Vel the opening, practically inviting him to make his move. And now... and now... she gripped the rumpled bedsheet with her fingers. She prayed to Juno that he would stay happy with her breasts, mouth, and butt. But she knew men rarely looked at the horizon without wanting to take it. Lost to Cassia, was the implied admission to herself that her newly discovered pleasures would not end on that day.
"I... did not... dare... dream this... Mother." Vel's hips went out of rhythm. "But... your... ass... is... perfection."
"Yesssssssss," Cassia hissed. Her back arched and her boobs swung wildly under her. "I... will... take... uuugggghhhhhhhh." The now familiar warm jetty pushed into her guts. She heard him bellow behind her and she let out her own scream. There were few paths forward from this that didn't end in catastrophe. But the chaotic ecstasy that clouded her mind didn't let her care. Bring on disorder and ruin. If it felt like this, she would welcome it with open arms. Or at least, that's what she vowed in the moment.
Later, as she lay on her belly on Vel's bed, she had second thoughts about so willingly accepting Discordia into her home. Vel kissed and playfully bit her butt cheeks and caressed the backs of her thighs. His enthusiasm for her body seemed to know no bounds. It had been such a long time since a man had taken to her so. Cassia thought about how to proceed. If Pax and Discordia could come to agreement to make magic, surly she could let some chaos in without inviting utter disaster. But Gallio would outsmart the queens regent eventually and return home. He was a shrewd man and would not miss what was sure to continue between mother and son. What would she do?
"So... perfect." Vel kissed her curving supple cheek, moving his head to give his eyes different angles to admire those half-globes. He could see the cum running consistently out of her ass. He hoped it wasn't bad for a woman's health to take such a deluge up there. "I can see my stuff running out of you." He bent a little and gently bit her soft flesh, just to feel its give and resilience. "Are you okay back there? I mean..."
"I don't know if I'll ever be the same. And I'm certainly not looking forward to sitting down." Her voice was muffled as she talked into the mattress. His playful bites stopped and she heard him draw in his breath in alarm. "But I think your curse must have spared me the full devastation that your big thing would otherwise have caused. In fact, I feel no pain at all." She didn't want to admit that a lingering haze of pleasure still moved through her. And while it was ghastly to be so on display for him, it was at the same time thrilling to know he could see her stretched hole cough up his seed. Thrilling and wicked.
Mollified, Vel went back to his bites and kisses. "So... perfect... Mother."
"So you keep saying." She moved her arms from her sides and folded them under her head, resting her cheek on the back of her feverish forearm. "A nobleman does not repeat himself, Vel. He must command his audience and convey his meaning -- ouch." She was cut off by a light, but surprising, smack on her butt. No one had ever hit her, a lady and a duchess, like that before. Her eyes widened in shock and she looked over her shoulder at her son sitting by her hip.
"Don't look at me like that." Vel's smile was mischievous. He was testing her boundaries, and so far, he liked what he'd discovered. "You deserved a little spank. I can't believe you, Mother, lecturing me at a time like this." He smacked her again.
"Stop it, Vel." Cassia sat up and crossed her arms over her bare breasts. "You cannot lose respect for me as your mother and your duchess because of what we've done. It was the curse."
"I have a mountain of respect for you and your station." Vel reached in and tickled her soft stomach, and moved his fingers to her sides.
"Stop." Cassia pushed at his persistent hands and giggled despite herself. She tried to recover and keep her face solemn, but he tickled her again and a peal of laughter escaped her.
"My respect does not exclude my affection, however." She tried to move away from him, but in a playful way, allowing him to catch her on the end of the bed and tickle her some more. The room echoed with her laughter. How rarely in life had he been the cause of his mother's outward mirth? "And my affection will at times win out."
They both tumbled off the bed laughing, Cassia landing on top of her son. A knock on the door quieted them both instantly.
"Who is it?" A wild look passed over Cassia's face. She jumped to her feet and raced across the floor to retrieve her mantle.
"I don't know." Vel stood, too. He wrapped himself in a sheet and moved cautiously to the door. At least he wasn't hard anymore. The sheet was not tented. "Yes?" He called at the door.
"It's me, Vel. Let me in." Naevia's muffled voice came through the door.
Vel paused a few paces from the door. He looked over at his mother as she frantically flung the mantle over her nakedness. She shook her head at him and gestured for him to shoo his sister away. He sighed. He wanted nothing more than to let her in, but he knew better. "Meet me in the library in an hour," he shouted.
"Can you leave your room?" Came back Naevia's voice.
"Can I?" Vel looked over at his mother.
Cassia sighed. Her plan to contain Vel had failed. She needed him as a duke and partner now in a myriad of interlocking ways. They would find a way through this, but not while he was locked up. She nodded at him.
"Yes. I can leave now," Vel said to the door.
"See you soon." Naevia's voice faded on the last word.
Vel could hear the ear-to-ear grin in his sister's voice, even through the door. It was clear she knew that her plan had worked.
"You cannot sleep with your sister anymore." Cassia frowned at the smile on his face.
"Normally, I would lie to you, and promise that I wouldn't, and then run to her arms." Vel spoke slowly, carefully weighing each word. "But I no longer care to deceive you, Mother." He watched her face soften and then harden at the implication of his words.
"It is for both your sakes that I ask, Vel. Don't you see? Our family will not survive if you get your sister with child, or if you're discovered." This was, of course, rank hypocrisy. But sometimes life's challenges called for hypocrisy.
