To the Bedroom

“Are you ready for another round, young man?” the Queen asks. You nod, vigorously. “Yes mom,” you say. “Good,” she responds. She starts walking to the bedrooms. She notices one is already set up with Azia’s things, so she concludes the other room must be yours. “Then you better go to your room, mister. Mommy would like to have a word with you.” You watch as your mom heads into your room. You stand up, place an arm around your sister, and the two of you go your room.

Once you get their, you see your mother, on your bed, on all fours. She finally have a chance to look at your mother’s rear-end and you can help but admire her bubble butt. You take this opportunity to look at your sister’s ass too. Much like much of her, she is a carbon copy of your mother. The only difference is she’s slightly smaller. Your mother turns around and is now laying on her back on your bed. “I don’t know which position I want you in most, baby boy. My favorite position is Doggy Style, but you being the tit man that you are may prefer Missionary. What do you say? Do you want to see my ass or do you want to see my tits?”

You’re foaming at the mouth at the question, but you find enough self-control to say, “Before we do that, and trust me I definitely want to do that, can I just ask you something?” If your mother is disappointed that you’re not fucking her already, she doesn’t show it. “What would you like to know?” she asks. You gesture to Cora and yourself. “Well, we look to be about the same age, which tracks, but you look like you’re no older than 30. How does that work?” you ask. Both the queen and princess chuckle at the question.

“Wow, you really don’t know anything about us, do you?” Cora asks. “No. No, I don’t,” you reply. Your mom answers your question, “Fae age differently than human. Most age normally up to a certain age and then age much slower from that point on. Others, like our type of Fae, age normally up to a certain point and then just stop aging. I don’t look too bad for a woman who’s over 200 hundred years old.”

“So, I’ll just age normally & then stop?” you ask. “That’s why I said there will be plenty of time to knock each woman in your family,” your mother answers. “What kind of Fae are we?” you ask. “We are High Elves,” Cora responds. That explains the ears. “Now, do you have any other questions or can we get back to our bonding time?” your mother asks. “No, I’m good. We can get back to business,” you eagerly respond. “Good. So, I ask again, Doggy or Missionary?” your queen asks.