Home Sweet Home

“Oh Gods~! Come in, my daughter!” The sweet voice of the beautiful Penelope can be heard between the soft breathy moans plaguing her marital bed. As her daughter, Telemacha, slowly pushes open the door she is to find her mother in a very similar position to one she has seen many times before: In bed with a potential suitor.

“Mother?” The girl says, her voice slightly breaking as she watches her own mother getting roughly fucked by a stranger who, not so long ago, was defiling their household name in the dining hall. “I wish to speak with you about these…” She hesitates as the suitor lets out a deep guttural groan of satisfaction as he slaps Penelope’s ass. “About these men.” The girl finally finishes.

“Oh FUCK~! Ngh~! Yes~! Yes of course darling! Just… if you would please… Give Mommy a second.” At this point Penelope had begun to shake her ass and grind against her partner, pulling more and more moans from the man as his body began to feel limp.

“Oh my Queen! I’m gonna cum!” The man finally moaned, which only caused the Queen to smile below him as she began to pull him out of her and turn around.

“You have not earned the right to defile my pussy with your seed.” She says, as her hands begin to wrap around the meaty cock of the man. “However, I will allow you to cum on my face as a show of gratitude.” She says, stroking the mans cock with a gusto as if she had forgotten her own daughter had been watching this whole time…

Not that it isn’t something she hasn’t seen before.

“Thank you my Queen! Oh fuck! Thank you! Ugh~! I’m cumming~!” The man moaned as his hips bucked, and before he knew it he was unloading ropes of cum along Penelope’s face, coating her beautiful skin with his vile juices.

The Queen let out a soft moan as the warm juices began to coat her face, before rising to her feet and dragging a single finger across her cheek, licking up the cum off her tip before looking the suitor in the eyes again, her gaze becoming cold.

“Leave us. My daughter and I have important business to attend to.” She says, her voice sounding just as regal and important, as if she was not fucked and defiled by this man just a second ago. She watched as he scurried out the door without a second word, before sliding on her robe once again to make herself look decent, despite the massive glob of cum still holding over her face.

“What is it you wished to discuss, my love?” Penelope said, motioning to her daughter to take a seat across from her with a small smile on her face, warming, loving, just as a mother should. Telemacha couldn’t help but return the warmth as she sat across from her mother.

Telemacha took a deep breath to steady her nerves, her fist balling by her side as she collected her thoughts… however the rage of the past few days began to boil over in her head. The sounds she had heard from her own mother, mixed with the torture of seeing what they had done to their home outside.

“These men are rude, vile, and I wish for them to leave.” The younger woman finally said, her voice cracking slightly as if she were admitting something that she had been holding back for years. “Ever since mother left they have beeb defiling our castle with their disgusting habits and lewd behavior. Half of our staff has been impregnated, our kitchen staff cannot keep up with the amount of food they have eaten, and most of our custodial crew refuse to clean their mess due to the extent of it all!”

The words come as a stead stream, unable for Telemacha to stop, as her mother just stared and nodded. The cum of her last suitor dripping from the corner of her mouth, landing between her deep mound of cleavage, as if to show off yet another spiteful act of the suitors.

“I understand your concern, my darling. But it is Zeus’s law that we must greet these men with respect and dignity.” Penelope says as she stands, her robe barely long enough to consider herself clothed despite her ass freely wobbling behind her, a bright red tan to her otherwise beautiful light skin. “If we are to remain in the Gods good graces then we must follow this law. Not only for our sake, but the sake of your mother.” She continues as she softly puts her hands on Telemacha’s shoulders and begins to rub, lovingly massaging the stress from her daughter’s shoulders.

“If mother were here she would kick out every last one of them…” Telemacha muttered under her breath. “And she would probably kill them for what they have done to you. Why am I not allowed to do the same, mother? Why am I bound by Zeus’s law and not able to protect my home?” Tears begin to well up in the young girls eyes now, but as her mother continues the massage a deep breath starts to calm her down.

“My sweet, darling girl… You are not yet Queen.” Penelope says, as if the fact were obvious. “Odysseia is the one true Queen of Ithaca, only she can lay such waste to the filth that stay just outside my chamber doors.” She says, glaring to the door as the sound of cheers and applause come roaring from just outside, no doubt once again in celebration of the man who was just inside her.

“And what of you?” Telemacha asked, standing and meeting her mothers eyes. “Will you remain on your back, taking the cock of every degenerate man out there like a common whore, while our mother fights for our country like- AH!”

Telemacha’s words are cut off as Penelope raises her hand and smacks across the younger woman’s cheek. Her eyes are wide, cheeks are bright red, but she was cold… dangerous even, as she stared her own daughter down.

“I am doing what I must to not only protect our kingdom, but also to protect you.” Penelope growls, her voice booming, as if she were once again proudly on her throne giving orders. “I am a gracious host to keep us in the loving eyes of our Gods, but if I do not do such depraved acts with those vile men who in the royal bloodline do you think they would target? Our servants are already defiled, and it is because of me that you have not ended the same way.”

Penelope had begun to cry now, unable to meet her daughters eyes before she grabs one of her 3 legged tables and threw it across the room, smashing the hand painted vase that stood on top, as she screamed and began to fully fall into tears.

“I want Odysseia home…” Penelope finally choked out as she sat down onto the couch and sank, unable to meet her daughters eyes once more. “My love is strong… but it is not strong enough to save my kingdom.” She whispers, pulling her knees to her chest as another tear rolls down her cheek. “I need her home…”