A Fine Line Between Love And Lust

“Mother I want another turn!” Telemacha moaned pathetically as she watched her mother have her third orgasm while riding Antinous. “I only got to cum once! That is totally unfair!” She pouted, crossing her arms underneath her bust.

Penelope giggled in a lustful haze as she met her daughter’s eyes and lovingly brushed her hair behind her ear. “I am sorry, my love. I got too caught up in the pleasure, I forgot to worry about your needs. Please forgive me for being such a terrible mother.” The words were teasing, but a slight undertone of truth could be heard as if Penelope was apologizing for more than just the orgasm. But still, she rose off of Antinous, and motioned for Telemacha to find her spot on top of him once again, which she quickly took advantage.

“If it is alright with you, Daddy, I want to see you as I ride you.” Telemacha moaned as she straddled Antinous again, holding his gaze as she began to lower himself with a deep moan of pleasure. “Ooooooh fuuuuuck~! I… I want you to see how much I love you~!” She moans, right before she begins to bounce on him once again.

Penelope watched from the side as her daughter took her turn with the king. Orgasm after orgasm she was enraptured by the pleasure that would quickly overtake them both. Penelope knew exactly what her daughter was going through, and the feelings she felt, as she had felt those same emotions for Antinous years ago.

Before she gave up hope for Odysseia, before she feared for her daughter’s safety. No, it was the first time her and Antinous had met in the dining hall. He had grabbed her ass hard, and claimed she would become his before Troy fell. She laughed at such an insult then, but the butterflies in her stomach were real.

That night she had invited Antinous into her bed. She was lonely after only a week of Odysseia’s absence. She needed pleasure, and as Antinous disrobed in her bed, the same bed her and Odysseia once shared, she felt true affection, and love, towards the man.

However now, as the years strolled by, Penelope understood that this was not love, but a desperate addiction that she felt towards him. The cock that she craved, the touch that she hungered for, as her body ached every hour she went without it. That was not love, her emotions she felt were a mere illusion in a facade of lustful temptation. The curse of Aphrodite had destroyed her morality, and her rationale, and now her daughter shares the same fate.

In time she will understand. She thought. For now, let her enjoy her delusions, the same as I once did.

Penelope smiled as another orgasm completely enraptured the young woman, causing her to squeal and moan at the top of her lungs as she practically collapsed on top of Antinous.

“Mother…” Telemacha moaned as she pushed herself off of him, landing pathetically on the bed next to him with a drunkenly goofy smile on her face. “Our King desires more… and I cannot provide.”

Penelope chuckled at her daughter’s haze, and then glanced down to the still hard cock of Antinous with a sigh. “Then allow me to continue where you left off, my darling.” Penelope said as she once again straddled his cock, smiling softly, and lowering herself with a soft moan as she once again felt herself blissfully fulfilled by his presence.

Despite her beliefs Penelope was still very aware of the other very real truth… her addiction persisted, despite her revelations of falsity. As she began to bounce on his cock and she felt his pleasure all of the same feelings began to stir.

Did she love him? Was he better than Odysseia? Is he truly what Ithaca needs as a ruler?

As his cock pounded into the mature blonde woman the world around her began to blur and stir out of control. Her mind became blank, with only the thought of pleasuring her new King filling what little mental capability was left. Whether it was love, or it was a frivolous loyalty derived by lust, one thing was for certain:

A new day has dawned on the coasts of Ithaca.