Marcus gets closer to his Mother

"I'm sorry Marcus." The Queen murmured softly. "We don't have a choice." Lying flat on his belly in front of her, the young prince buried his blushing cheeks against the floor of the tent. He knew she was right of course. It was either this or get whipped by the warchief, but he still couldn't believe what his Mother was about to do to him. Sticking her fingers in his butt...just the thought made him blush even hotter and wriggle with shame against the floor. She'd given in so easily too, after one shocked protest Shaharza had silenced with a glare. It was his own fault, he knew, for persuading her that he could take whatever punishment the Orc **** on them. When he'd told her that, he'd been expecting to get beaten or spanked again or something painful. Not this...

"You can start with your tongue." Shaharza rumbled from her throne of cushions. She had one hand on her massive soft cock, and was gently stroking up and down the length as she leered at the naked Mother and Son with obvious appreciation. "Get his tight little hole nice and wet before you start working it open for my cock." The Queen took in a shuddering breath, then straightened up, kneeling there on the floor naked and trembling.

"Here, Marcus." She said, and the young prince whimpered as he felt her soft hands on his waist. "I'm going to hold you, to make this easier. Just ignore that monster, okay, focus on me instead. Just think about me." Marcus shivered as her fingers stroked his naked skin. She was so gentle, but the way her hands tenderly gripped him sent little fluttering shocks through his belly. He yelped in shock as she suddenly lifted his lower half up off the floor, pulling him back towards her. She was nowhere near as strong as the warchief, but his slender little body was still helpless in her grasp.

"Mother?" He whimpered, as she guided each of his dangling legs up over one of her shoulders. She pulled him gently back again, his belly sliding across the tent floor. What she she doing? Somehow his Mother grabbing and yanking him about so easily was making him feel very hot and naughty. He liked...being held by her like this, naked and helpless, for her to do with as she pleased. Between his spread legs, his little dick was getting all tingly and hard again. He hoped she couldn't see that, even though she was lifting that part of him right up near her face.

He could feel her hot, panting breaths on the soft skin of his butt as she lent down over him. He froze in her grasp, too shocked and confused to even twitch. Was she...really going to lick his butt? His own Mother? The thought was so wrong, but at the same time it sent a naughty and tingling anticipation through his whole body. Did he want this? It was starting to feel like it, no matter that the two of them were being **** into it. His dick throbbed even hotter, fully hard now, and he could feel his butthole twitch and tense as her breath tingled on that achingly sensitive part of him. It was getting hard to think about anything but her hands on his skin. Any thought of how wrong or embarrassing this should have been seemed very distant now.

Without another word, the Queen pressed her face into his tender butt. Marcus let out a shrill yelp of shock as she dove between his soft, quivering cheeks. He felt her tongue on his skin, hot and wet and soft as it slid over achingly sensitive flesh. His whole body flushed with heat and he trembled like a leaf in her grip, his limp fingers clutching helplessly at the floor of the tent. Her hands gripped him tighter in response, firmly grasping his belly like she was telling him he couldn't get away that easily.

A hoarse little moan escaped his lips as her tongue found his twitching butthole. He felt her lick around that tight ring of muscle, leaving a trail of wet saliva that felt so very hot against his aching skin. He moaned again, his legs twitching helplessly on her shoulders. His whole body felt limp, as helpless in his Mother's grasp as a kitten grabbed by the neck. Her tongue teased across his aching hole, fluttering over so gently and tenderly. Marcus bit his lip, hardly able to bear the flood of feelings surging up from his lower body. Already, his tiny cock felt harder than it ever had. His butthole ached as she licked at it again, and he found himself wishing she'd stop teasing him and get her tongue inside already!

As if she'd heard his silent plea, he felt her tongue suddenly dart down, rolled into a little point as she thrust it firmly against his tender hole. The clenched muscles gave way in an instant, and the young prince squealed shrilly as her tongue darted inside him with almost no resistance from his limp and willing body. He could feel it licking roughly at his insides, hot and warm inside him, making his whole body throb and ache for more. He gasped for air, part of him willing her to slow She gave him no mercy, her head bobbing up and down against his butt, thrusting her face deeper between his plump, tingling cheeks as her tongue worked its way inside him.

"Fuck, that's hot." Shaharza growled suddenly. Marcus gasped frantically, somehow managing to turn his head even as his body twitched limply in his Mother's grip. He'd forgotten the Orc was even there! Her meal forgotten, the warchief was glaring down at them with hungry golden eyes. Her massive cock was fully hard now, stretching out like a pillar of thick, green flesh. As she stroked up and down the long shaft, a glistening drop of pearly pre-cum dribbled from the tip. Marcus stared at that white drop for a few moments, his own tiny dick aching as his Mother's tongue thrust in and out of his butt. He couldn't help but remember how the Orc had **** her massive shaft between his lips, pressing it down into his throat before spraying him full of her hot cum. His mouth was suddenly dry, and as that drop of pre-cum dribbled down onto the floor of the tent he found himself wishing he'd been there to catch it on his tongue. Not just that, he wanted to wrap his trembling lips around her swollen head and suck for all he was worth, milking another thick load out of her fat, dangling balls. "Enough." The warchief snapped sharply. The Queen didn't seem to hear. She just kept going, her tongue working hard and fast, driving in and out of her son's throbbing butthole. Marcus was whimpering and moaning hoarsely. He could feel his little balls getting hot and tight. Was he going to cum? Just from his Mother's tongue in his butt? "I said enough!" Shaharza repeated, slamming a massive hand against the floor of the tent.

The Queen froze, her tongue still buried inside the young prince's tender hole. Then she slowly drew away. Her tongue slipped out, leaving his butt clenching tight on nothing. Marcus twitched helplessly, groaning in disappointment. His balls were aching, and so swollen and hot they felt like they were going to burst. He'd been so close! The young prince whimpered against the floor. He could hardly even think. His poor butt ached and throbbed. It felt so empty, and his dick was so hot and hard. All he wanted was for her to keep licking him like that, or to suck the warchief's massive cock again...or something. It was getting all confused in his head. He just wanted to cum!

"Mother..." He gasped, struggling to lift his head and look back at her. She still held him by the waist, keeping his butt up near her face. Her pale cheeks were flushed scarlet, a wild look in her dark blue eyes as she stared down at his naked body like it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"I'm sorry, Marcus." She murmured, so quiet he could hardly hear. "I'm so sorry. I can't...stop myself."

"Seems like you both enjoyed that." Shaharza grunted. The anger had left her voice, and now she just sounded amused. "That's good, because you're just getting started." The Queen's blush darkened, and she tore her gaze from Marcus, turning her head to glare viciously at the massive Orc. "Time to use your fingers, pretty cow." The warchief smirked back, wiggling her own fat fingers at the Queen. "Start with one, then work your way up. The way your little calf is blushing and twitching I think he'll spurt from that little dick of his as soon as you get two inside him. After that, you'll try again with some fun toys of mine. I use them to get slaves like you ready to ride the real thing" Still stroking her fat cock with one hand, she waved the other to her right. There, on a small shelf, were what looked like a set of carved ivory dicks, lined up neatly. They were all carved quite realistically, with swollen heads and veiny shafts.

Marcus found himself gawping at them longingly, each carved, ivory cock calling to his tender, aching butt. That thinner one would go in so easily, and it was nice and long to reach ever so deep inside him. But what about the big fat one, almost as thick as the warchief's cock? It would stretch him out so deliciously, forcing it's way through all his resistance. His cock twitched forlornly between his legs, begging for any one of them to make him cum from his butt. He'd never even thought that could happen before, but after just a little licking by his Mother's tongue he'd been so very close.

He squealed in delight when the Queen suddenly moved him again, pulling him down off her shoulders and then over back over her lap as she sat down on the tent floor. She seemed to be trying to ignore Shaharza again, focusing instead on touching as much of his naked body as she could. Her warm hands darted over his skin, rubbing his chest for a moment. He wriggled and cooed happily as her fingers found his stiff, aching nipples. This felt so good, the way she just touched him all she wanted! One hand moved round to settle on his back, holding him gently down against her lap. He lay there limply, gasping for breath and eager for more.