Getting ready for bed with the Queen

Marcus watched uncertainly as his mother shrugged off her cloak, folding it neatly over one arm and putting it down on the shelf beside that small bed with the boots she'd already taken off. He wanted to speak up, to ask one of so many questions he had about what was going on or where they were going, but something about the thoughtful frown on her face told him he'd be better off keeping them to himself. The last thing he wanted to do was upset the Queen now, after he'd managed to be so stupid and forget his clothes already. So he just stood awkwardly against one wall, waiting for him to tell him what to do like she always did.

Then she reached behind her, fiddling with the ribbons holding her long dress in place. Marcus frowned in confusion, wondering just what she was doing now. It must be something her maids usually handled, because she was clearly struggling a bit, a frustrated scowl on her beautiful face. He watched nervously as she clumsily undid each tie in turn, leaving the dress barely hanging on over her shoulders. Then, with a hurried shrug, she let the dress fall from her body, landing in a heap on the floor at her feet. The young prince felt his mouth drop open in stunned surprise. Underneath her clothes she was wearing a filmy pink shift, so sheer it was almost see-through. Marcus couldn't stop his wide gaze from flickering to her boobs, way bigger than they'd seemed under the fancy dresses she usually wore and stretching the fabric tight across her creamy, pale skin. His cheeks burned as he saw the two stiff nubs of her nipples poking through the gown. He felt his dick tingle, stiffening up underneath the soft silk of his own thin shift.

"Mother!" The young prince stammered, glancing hurriedly down at the floor. He wasn't supposed to look at women in their underwear. It was...terribly indecent!

"Marcus, don't be silly." She sighed impatiently. "I'm your mother. Look at me." Marcus raised his head, his cheeks flushing even hotter as his gaze drifted over her long legs, the hem of the gown baring them below her smooth, soft thighs. His mother didn't seem at all ashamed despite her near-nakedness, standing there with her arms crossed just under her huge boobs. Biting his lip, the young prince tore his gaze from her body and tried to look at her face instead. "What, you don't expect me to sleep in the same outfit I've been riding around all night in, do you?" She laughed. The young prince shook his head quickly, shame twisting in his belly as she made him feel so small and silly in the way only she could. "In fact, the same goes for you." The Queen continued firmly. "I'll not have my son sleeping in dirty clothes, you could get sick like that. So come on now quickly, out of that cloak and shift."

"What?" Marcus gasped in horror. "But...I'm not wearing anything else!"

"Well, that's your own fault, isn't it, silly boy?" She frowned at him. The young prince made no move to obey her this time...he couldn't get naked right in front of his own mother! He opened his mouth too say as much, but before he could her eyes flashed impatiently. "Do I still have to do everything for you myself?" The Queen sighed, stepping forward. Before Marcus could even blink she'd grabbed the cloak by the hem and whipped it off his body, dropping it carelessly to one side. As she made to grab for the hem off his silky shift, the young prince shrank back. She couldn't strip him! Not like this! "Stand still, Marcus!" His mother snapped. The young prince froze, that hint of her displeasure holding him as tight and helpless as chains wrapped around his body. "I'm trying to help you, I just want what's best for you, why must you keep disobeying me?" She asked him firmly, grabbing the hem of his shift in a tight grip.

"I'm sorry...Mother...it's just..." Marcus whimpered, his chest aching at the thought of how much he'd disappointed her again. Why didn't he just do what she wanted?

"You're a young man now." She continued like he hadn't even answered her. "You should know better than to be so silly and childish. I'm trying my hardest to keep you safe right now, and you just keep questioning me. So, are you going to be a good boy and let me handle things from now on?" For a moment, Marcus wavered. He knew he couldn't stand up to her, not to his Mother who'd always known what was best for him, but he could at least ask her to let him take off his own clothes. When he opened his mouth to say as much though, the stern look she gave him froze the words in his throat. As they stood there facing one another, pressed together in this tiny room, her simmering blue eyes moved slowly down his shift. She was breathing a little harder, and there was a faint pink flush coloring her pale cheeks. She...must be so mad at him. The thought made his heart ache with guilt.

"Yes Mother." Was all he could manage to squeak out. With a breathless gasp, she yanked the shift up, pulling it firmly over his head and off his body before he could even blink. The young prince yelped in shock as he was stripped, one hand darting down between his legs to cover his soft little dick. He almost reached out with the other to grab the shift and cover himself, but the Queen had already slipped it away, folding it firmly over one arm and holding it there like she never meant to give it back to him at all.

"There we are." His mother nodded, her voice trembling. "Not so hard, was it?" She paused in front of him, her gaze slowly moving over the pale flesh of his bare chest. Marcus felt her hot breaths tingle on his skin, his pink nipples itching and stiffening up in the cool night air. Her eyes seemed to burn hot in the flickering candlelight, her full lips wet and parted as she gazed down at her own naked son. The young prince shivered like a leaf, his cheeks burning so hot he felt like they were about to burst into flame. As he stood bare and helpless in front of his mother, a dizzying mixture of shame, nervousness and a certain unwelcome excitement fluttered madly in his belly. Her simmering gaze moved slowly down over his soft belly and he felt his dick stir under his palm, aching and tingling with feelings he didn't dare explore. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop his own eyes from darting back to her boobs, so big and soft under the filmy covering of silk that was all she wore.

"Mother...please..." He stammered, his voice soft and whimpering, hardly even sure what he was asking for. Part of him wanted his clothing back, or her to just turn away and stop staring at his naked body like this, but...beneath the embarrassment other naughtier desires stirred. His head spun, the tingling blush leaving his head so hot he could hardly think. With a sharp sigh, the queen suddenly tore her gaze from his naked body and turned away, putting his folded shift on the shelf with the other clothes.

"Now, time for bed." She sighed hoarsely, a stiffness to her posture as she faced away from him. "Get in first, Marcus, under those covers." Too nervous to even think of questioning her now, the young prince shuffled hurriedly over to the bed, one hand still carefully cupping his stiff, aching dick. At least she wasn't looking at him anymore, but he didn't want to risk her seeing he'd gotten hard because of her. The thought made his stomach twist painfully with shame, but this night had just been too awful and long for him to try and think about it anymore. Instead, he climbed up onto the small bed, slipping his bare body under the blankets and yanking them up to his chest. There, at least he was covered up now, but...where was his mother going to sleep?

That question was answered moments later, as the Queen turned back toward him and stepped over to the bed. Before he could even squeak in shock, she'd pulled the covers back and was climbing in with him, sliding her body into the space right beside him. He tried to wriggle back to give her room, but found his naked back pressed right up against the wall. There just wasn't space for the two of them, but his mother didn't seem to care in the slightest, pulling the covers back over her and shuffling forward. Soon Marcus found himself pinned against her body, his face right in her boobs. He tried to wriggle free, but with how big they were there just wasn't any room. All he did was end up pressed even more tightly against those pillowy mounds, his cheeks burning hot as he felt how soft they were. Meanwhile, under the covers, his naked legs rested on her bare thighs, the silk of her gown and the warm skin underneath pressed against his chest.

"Mother?" The young prince whimpered uncertainly into her boobs. His dick was aching and stiff again, but he was so tired he hardly noticed it this time.

"Hush, Marcus...no more questions." She replied softly from above his head, sounding rather exhausted herself. Marcus pouted faintly against her chest. There were still so many he just hadn't managed to ask. He didn't even know what her plan was, or where they were going, but he sensed if he tried to get answers now he'd probably make her mad at him again. Besides...he was exhausted, this all just felt like too much. He'd ask her...all those questions tomorrow, he decided, already slipping away to sleep. With a tired sigh, the young prince nuzzled helplessly into his mother's soft warm body, and slipped away into a deep, troubled sleep.