Pearl was also looking for some alone time with her fiance

Pearl and Karla had been corresponding for some time, ever since her mother had arranged the marriage and of all the suitors that Pearl had garnered Karla was by far the most interesting. She was well read and was always happy to regale Pearl with a tale about her escapades as part of the Kevashlan military, each fascinating story was so unlike the sheltered life that Pearl led at the castle sequestered safely away in the center of Sigardia. Did the fact that she was a knight much like those in the romances that Pearl had read when she was younger help? Well it certainly didn't hurt, there were many nights where Pearl pored over their letters while imagining Karla as the brave knight that had come to rescue her from a dragon or some such danger.

Karla was even more impressive in person than she'd ever imagined, she'd seen pictures of her of course but they didn't really live up to seeing the woman in the flesh. She was a head or so taller than Pearl and she certainly spent quite some time thinking about how she would have to raise up on her tip toes to kiss the woman, or perhaps have her lean down to ravish her. The way her military suit was cut enhanced her handsomeness greatly, long muscular limbs shown off by a tight pair of trousers and a blazer lined with various marks of station and medals that Pearl wasn't entirely sure what they were for but she was impressed by them nonetheless. Her face was as attractive as the pictures had shown, sharp angular features with high cheekbones that enhanced the keen brown eyes above all of it framed by a fashionable military hair cut for her svelte black hair.

To say that Karla was exactly what Pearl had dreamed of when she was younger may not have been entirely accurate but if you had asked her what she would change about the woman she definitely couldn't think of anything. Their dinner together had been amazing, even though they had never met before they got along like old friends, instantly picking up where they had left off in their messages to one another. Their conversation felt natural and Pearl felt like she was swept along by the flow of it.

There was only one problem, her mother. Pearl loved Amelia of course, her mother always doted on her and left her wanting for nothing but the way that she was was lounging over her fiance made Pearl's stomach clutch with a possessiveness that shocked her somewhat with her intensity. The only thing that Amelia loved more than doting on her beloved daughter was teasing her, each time she caught Amelia rubbing against Karla in a particularly sensual way the Queen would give her daughter a knowing smirk, the battle for her fiances attention turned into a petty battle between mother and daughter. Pearl knew that her mother had a reputation for being an incorrigible flirt and had seen her teasing the various courtiers coquettishly but she never imagined she would be so indecent with her own fiance. Karla was hers!

The way that her mother had rubbed her breasts up against Karla at every opportunity had **** Pearl to competitively do the same, each time she won a blush from the flustered woman felt like a great victory and each time her mother stole away her attentions a devastating defeat. Well, Pearl had a plan for how to get one over on her mother, she had asked some of the castle servants where Karla was staying and after wavering back and forth for some time she had worked up the courage to head over there. She made sure to be wearing a faint pink nightgown not all too different in shade than her hair that while it looked dainty she was sure that it adequately showed off her body, if anyone was supposed to look at her body surely it would be her own fiance?

So that was how it came to pass that Pearl was wandering the corridors late at night seeking a midnight rendezvous with her beloved. The idea of being alone with Karla made her stomach flutter with butterflies but she had already decided to be brave so there was nothing to be done but to carry through with it. She opened up the outside doors leading into the parlor before sneaking onward to the inner door to the bedroom, inside she could hear someone cursing loudly, surely Karla wasn't in trouble was she?

Almost sick with worry for her betrothed Pearl threw open the double doors only to come face to face with something entirely unexpected. There on the bed Karla was laying down and in between her legs was her own mother! Karla's thick cock, the sight of which made Pearl blush slightly, was buried between Amelia's abundant bust and was currently spurting rope after rope of viscous cum over her mothers face and breasts. It wasn't the first time that Pearl had walked in on her mother in a compromising situation but it was definitely the first time that she was quite so furious about it.

"MOTHER!" Pearl yelled loudly, causing both inhabitants of the room to turn and regard her, Karla's face painted with shock while her mothers was painted with something else entirely. "HOW COULD YOU!?"

"Pearl, it's not what it looks like." Karla says instinctively at the sight of her fiancee, her cock still squirting out weak streams of cum to pool into Amelia's cleavage. Amelia turns to regard her daughter, unable to talk with the virile load that Karla had provided her still overflowing from her mouth.

Pearl is shaking with rage, entirely unsure of how to handle such an intense emotion so suddenly brought on and resorts to the tried and true strategy of crying. Her tears coming on quick and strong and **** gasps sounding out between sobs. Both of the women on the bed weren't entirely sure how to approach the situation they now found themselves in, Karla's body still surging with post-orgasmic bliss while Amelia felt regret for the first time all evening. Seeing her beloved daughter crying in front of her brought all of her actions into light, while she had hoped to tease Pearl by "beating" her to her fiance, she realized that she had gone too far and had perhaps mistaken her daughters feelings for a girlhood crush when they were possibly so much more.

Amelia quick swallows the thick load filling her mouth, letting Karla's cock drop from between her breasts, the still erect length flopping back down onto the Futa's stomach and smearing her own clothes quite messily with cum. She took a quick chance to grab the pillow Karla had been using earlier to hide her erection and clean what she could of the sticky load covering her features and tits, letting it drop back down onto Karla's lap and grant her some small shred of modesty before heading over to her daughter who had collapsed on the ground. Seeing her there, so small, weeping made Amelia's heart break, she had gotten far too caught up in her night time tryst and was not too proud of a woman to admit her wrongdoings, she would apologize to her daughter and try and make things right however she could.

"Shhhh, Pearl." She knelt down next to her daughter, wrapping her up in a warm, if messy, embrace as she powerfully wept, whispering soft reassurances into her ear. "It's okay, mommy's here."

Pearl leant into her body, tears still flowing from her eyes, occasional letting out anguished whimpers that tugged at Amelia's heart strings, Amelia knelt there stalwartly, one hand on the back of Pearl's head, softly stroking her hair as she comforted her. Pearl's emotions overwhelmed her, all the feelings that she was unsure how to say coming pouring out, not only her Mother's betrayal but Karla's actions too, not to mention her somewhat complex feelings about the woman, she hadn't even had a chance to mention to her how much she liked her before she had been snatched away, the swirling maelstrom of feelings let out in one furious if cathartic crying session.

Karla was still entirely unsure how to approach the situation, she wasn't certain if she should begin apologizing to her betrothed or if perhaps she should use this as an opportunity to sneak away, a night time tryst followed by a strange mother daughter squabble was not at all how she thought the night would go. Not to mention the tears her betrothed, Karla had only just me the woman in person though they had technically been corresponding for some time and the sounds of her weeping made her feel wretched, she didn't know if she should comfort the poor woman as well, Amelia seemed to be doing a good job and she wasn't sure if she would do more harm than good, perhaps Pearl hated her now after all? Cheating on her betrothed with her mother was certainly not something that she had considered dealing with when she had left Kevashlan and for not the first time in her life Karla scolded herself for thinking with her dick.

Eventually Pearl stopped crying, her blubbering wail reduced down to the occasional whimper and sniffle, finally she turned to look up at her mother, her cheeks reddened and tear-stained. Through blurry eyes she stared up at Amelia, a look of concern plastered onto her face, one of her hands wiping tears off of Pearl's face and moving her hair out of the way, while the other hand softly rubbed circles into her back in a soothing pattern. In that moment Pearl found herself unable to hate her mother, the wind in her sails had somewhat been ripped out from beneath her by her own therapeutic crying session, the burning red hot anger dying down to just the embers after seeing her mother's clear adoration. Not that she had completely forgiven the woman, mind you, she still meant to give Amelia a piece of her mind, Karla was her betrothed after all and her mother had clearly gone too far this time.

"Are you okay now, Pearly?" Amelia looked down, genuine concern for her daughter overwhelmingly apparent in her eyes.

"Mommy, how could you do this to me!?" Pearl pouted, her anger only slightly ruined by the pathetic sniffle she let out. "Karla's my betrothed, if there's one person in the castle you should keep your hands off of, it's her!"

"Mommy's sorry darling." Amelia whispered, her eyes failing to meet her daughters in her embarrassment. "I thought I was just teasing you, I let things get out of hand and I ended up hurting you, I never meant for that."

"Hmph," Pearl's face morphs into a well practiced pout, her cute nose scrunched up adorably.

"Will you forgive me darling? I really didn't mean to hurt you."

Pearl let out another indignant harumph, looking away from her mother and refusing to meet her eyes.

"Don't be like that Pearly, how about mommy makes it up to you?"

It takes a second for Pearl to come around, the potential at getting something in return quickly cutting through the last remnants of despair the spoiled princess was feeling.

"What do you mean?" Pearl said softly, her intrigue getting the best of her.

"Well, to show you just how sorry I am, I'll do whatever you want to make it right." Amelia whispers to her ear as she gently rocks her back and forth. "Making sure her daughter is happy is a mother's duty after all."