After an embarassing wakeup, Marcus learns his mother’s plans for him

"You...look so sweet like this, so beautiful, my darling boy. I wish I could leave you to rest and watch over you a little longer but..." The young prince stirred at the hushed murmur from somewhere above him. It...felt really early, and he was still tired, like he hadn't slept much at all. His bed was kind of uncomfortable for some reason, all hard and lumpy and he didn't seem to have any blankets over his naked body, but he didn't want to leave it just yet. He could sleep a little longer, right? Whatever was going on would just have to wait... "Marcus, wake up!" His mother’s voice snapped, and suddenly a hand had grabbed him by the shoulder. With a shocked yelp, Marcus struggled awake, his eyes fluttering open. The Queen was standing beside the bed and leaning right over him, an impatient scowl on her beautiful face.

"Mother?" The young prince whispered. He froze stiff against the uncomfortable little bed, staring up at her with wide, nervous eyes. What was going on? His mother never came to wake him up like this, not anymore. And...why were her cheeks so flushed? Was she angry at him?

"Come, get up, quickly now!" She urged. "I don't want us staying in this horrid place any longer than we have to." With a firm yank on his shoulder, she pulled him up to sit on the bed. Marcus yawned and rubbed his tired eyes, still struggling to catch up with what was going on. That's right, he gasped...they'd had to escape the castle together! To get away from Uncle Gaius! "Why are you just sitting there? Get up, I said!" The Queen ordered sharply. "Or must I carry you in my arms too, along with everything else?"

"No, mother, I'm...getting up." Marcus gasped quickly. So she really was still mad at him, but he'd done everything she'd said! Not wanting to upset her anymore, he hurriedly wriggled off the side of the bed, his bare feet on the rough, wooden floor. It was only then that he suddenly remembered he was still naked from last night. The cool air tingled on his pink nipples, his soft little dick utterly exposed between his pale thighs. With a shrill squeal, the young prince hurriedly covered himself with a hand, cupping his tiny pink balls awkwardly under his palm. Heat flooded into his cheeks, a shiver of tingling shame running down his spine. He was...naked, right in front of his mother...again!

"Don't be silly, Marcus." The Queen sighed impatiently, her blue eyes fixed on him. She could at least...look away, Marcus thought, squirming in embarrassment under that firm glare. "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm your mother. You don't need to hide anything from me." It was all very well for her to say that! She was fully clothed, wearing the same linen dress from last night, along with her cloak and boots. That only made the young prince feel even more naked and exposed. His gaze darted to the bed behind him, as he seriously considered crawling under it and hiding from her there. Had she gotten dressed while he was sleeping? Why...hadn't she woken him up then and given him his clothes too? "Now come here." His mother continued firmly, stepping over to a small wooden stool in the corner of the room. Smoothing down her dress, she sat perched on top, her back perfectly straight. Marcus watched in confusion, still frozen beside the bed, as she reached into a bag on the floor beside her and pulled out a wooden hairbrush with a smooth ivory handle. "I need to brush your hair" She added simply, as if that was the most natural thing in the world for her to do with her naked son. "It's looking terribly scruffy right now, and I won't have it."

"Mother..." Marcus stammered, still awkwardly trying to cover his soft dick. He was totally bare in front of her, his cheeks felt like they were about to burst into flame, and now she...wanted to brush his hair? "Shouldn't I get dressed first?" He asked hopefully. Where even where his clothes? Even that short little shift from last night would be such a comfort, but he couldn't see it anywhere!

"We'll be arriving later this afternoon and I need you looking as presentable as I can make you." The Queen snapped, her eyebrow raised expectantly, like him worrying about this was all his fault! Marcus felt cold, nervous guilt twisting in his belly, like always happened when she was upset at him. "Bad enough that you only have your sleeping clothes to wear and this awful place doesn't even have a bath for me to wash you, but I'll not have you embarrassing me even more with that awful, scruffy hair! So come here right now, sit in my lap and I'll see to it! Quickly!"

"Please...mother." The young prince protested, his voice trembling. "At least let me get dressed first." He so dearly wanted to do what she said, but, sitting in her lap, totally naked like this? It all felt too much. Maybe it shouldn't matter that he was bare in front of his mother, she clearly didn't mind or care in the slightest, but he did!

"What is wrong with you, Marcus?" She tossed her hair, her eyes narrowing. The young prince shivered at the cool glare she fixed his naked body with, but he still...didn't move, his heart pounding in his trembling chest. "I am doing everything for you, protecting you just like I always have...and this is how you behave? So ungrateful." She slapped the back of the hairbrush across her palm, the sharp crack making the young prince flinch. "That does it. I don't have the patience to argue with you right now. Come here, and sit down in my lap like you've been told. Or else I'm going to have to put you over my knee and use this brush to smack your bare bottom good and hard instead until you start behaving yourself. I understand that's what commoner mothers do to their naughty sons, and believe me I'm starting to see the appeal."

Marcus whimpered softly, a cold shiver running down his spine. She couldn't really mean she was going to...spank him? Even when she'd been absolutely furious with him, like the time he'd sneaked out to the stables to see the horses and talk to the grooms, she'd never once struck him in his life. Only they weren't in the castle anymore and the cool glare in her eyes seemed so very serious. Not to mention how the hairbrush was still hovering threateningly in the air above her lap. He couldn't help but imagine the firm wood cracking across his poor butt...that would hurt so much! With a frantic gasp, the young prince darted forward, still trying to cover his soft dick as he ran to his waiting mother. She smiled thinly, then leaned back in the chair and used her free hand to firmly pat her knee.

Biting his lip, Marcus turned on his heel and awkwardly sat himself down in her lap. His soft butt rested across her thighs, the rough fabric of the dress tingling against the sensitive skin of his smooth cheeks. Without another word to him, she lifted the brush and started pulling it through his hair, smoothing out the silver strands at the back of his head first. Marcus sat where he was, trying to keep as still as he could with his hand still resting between his slightly spread legs to make sure his dick was hidden. This was just...so embarrassing! His cheeks were burning so hot he was starting to feel a bit dizzy. It was a struggle not to wriggle away and hide somewhere, but he definitely didn't want his butt spanked! Slowly though...as his mother kept brushing out his hair, the young prince found something relaxing in the slight, rhythmic tugging on his scalp. Even the warmth of her body on his bare skin was a little comforting. The young prince felt his pounding heart start to slow, the churning shame in his belly at being naked in his mother's lap easing away ever so slightly. She was just trying to help him. He should have done what she wanted from the start.

Then the queen leaned in to reach the hair on the side of his head and her ample chest rubbed against him, the softness of her huge boobs pressing into his bare skin through the dress. Her slow, even breaths tingled on the back of his neck, sounding ever so relaxed and content. Suddenly, the young prince was struck by just how...intimate this all was. Here he was, sitting totally naked in an older woman's lap while she brushed his hair for him. It was just....like a scene from one of his racier books where the brave lady knights cuddled and pampered their younger lovers after bedding them, only she was his mother! He felt a fluttering feeling in his belly, tingling heat spreading over his skin and down between his legs. Under the cover of his trembling hand, his soft dick twitched. No...not again! The young prince glanced down in horror, seeing it start to stiffen under his warm palm, the pink skin throbbing with desire. He couldn't get hard now! His mother was right there! What if she saw? **** to distract himself, Marcus opened his mouth, deciding he'd better ask the question that had been bothering him since last night.

"Um...mother, can I ask you something?" He stammered, hoping that speaking up wouldn't make her mad at him again.

"Yes, Marcus." The Queen said behind him, her breaths tickling on the back of his neck. The brush continued gently pulling through his hair as she briskly tugged out the silver strands while she spoke. "Now you're being a good boy again and doing what I tell you, we can talk nicely."

"I know we had to escape the castle, but where...are you taking me?" The young prince asked, keeping his hand firmly cupped over his little dick like he could ignore how hard it was right now if he just couldn't see it. The insistent aching didn't fade in the slightest though.

"Oh...I thought you already knew." His mother paused, the hairbrush caught in a few strands of hair. "Come now, you silly boy." She laughed lightly, making the young prince's cheeks burn even hotter, before going back to brushing his hair out. "Think a little, where would I be taking you? Where would Gaius never dare to send his soldiers after us, no matter how many men he has?" Marcus glanced down, thinking as hard as he could, but...nothing came to mind. He'd never traveled very far at all from the castle, and she was the one who'd made sure of that!

"I...can't think of anywhere." He admitted, feeling rather stupid. It wasn't his fault! How was he supposed to know? But her faint, disappointed sigh from behind him still made his heart ache.

"You're so lucky you have me, you'd be utterly lost and helpless on your own." She said, the tugging on his scalp getting a little firmer as she moved to brush out the last few stubborn strands. "I'm taking you back to my family home. Marwell Castle, a little way across the border in the Free Marches. Where my elder sister, your aunt Theodora rules as Countess." The young prince gasped in shock. His aunt...Theodora? He'd never once met her, he only vaguely knew that his mother even had an elder sister. And they were going to stay with her now? For how long? "There, done!" The Queen announced while he was still struggling to gather his thoughts. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Such a fuss you made over nothing at all, but at least we learned the threat of a good spanking is all it takes to settle you. Though I'll warn you now, Marcus. Next time you start acting out like a naughty boy, I think just a warning won't be quite enough..." She smacked the brush against her palm again, the sharp crack ringing in his ears. Marcus felt a cold shiver run down his spine, the skin of his soft, **** butt tingling against her thighs. He'd better be good and do as she said from now on! "Come on now, up you get."

His mother pushed his back gently with her hand, and the young prince slid obediently off her lap to stand in front of her, one hand still awkwardly cupping his stiff dick. He waited for the Queen to tell him what to do now, standing naked and trembling under her gaze, but she said nothing. Instead, she just stared at him for a few long moments, her piercing blue eyes slowly moving down the skin of his chest and over his soft belly. Her full lips were slightly parted, her huge boobs rising and falling under her dress with each long, even breath she took. Marcus swallowed nervously, his belly fluttering like a whole swarm of butterflies were nesting there. Under his palm, his stiff dick was throbbing even hotter, and he found his own uncertain gaze darting over the ample curves of her chest. What was going on? He'd never...seen her looking at him like this before. And why did it make him feel so warm and tingly?

"You’d better get dressed." She breathed at last, a roughness to her voice he hadn't noticed before. Leaning over, she reached into her bag and pulled out the silky scrap of fabric that was his shift from last night, before holding it out to him in one hand. "Quick as you can. It's almost time for us to leave. We have a long ride ahead of us, and I want to be safe at my sister's before nightfall..."