A secret mutal masturbation session.

"Oh, Gods, yes! Yesssss!" groaned Catelyn, fingers plunging in and out of her cunt, while her thumb stroked the hard nub of her clit. Robb stood in the darkness, stroking his meat as he watched his mother's nude form writhe in the water, droplets running over her full breasts. He sped up his strokes. "Like that! Just... like that!" she hissed. "Aaaaaah!" Robb felt a wave of excitement sweep over him as he realized that he was seeing his mother climax. A familiar tingle began at his cock, and he realized he was going to cum himself. With a stifled grunt, he shot his load, the jism striking the wall opposite.

As he recovered, he realized his mother was lying back in her bath, panting. Stepping further back into the darkness, he knocked on the door. "Mother! It's Robb," he said muffling his voice. "We need to talk."

His plan worked just as he had hoped--Catelyn gave an absent glance back at the door, and then, not seeing him, stood up, allowing him an unimpeded view of her naked, including one exceptionally fine ass. "Give me a moment, Robb," she said, stepping out of the tub. "I'm just finishing up my bath."

Robb watched as she stepped from the water, toweled herself dry--oh how he envied the cloth as it traced over the swell of her breasts with their erect nipples--and then shrugged on a robe. "Are you ready now?" he asked.

"Almost," she stated, straightening her robe. Robb slowly opened the door, positioning himself so that he appeared to slide out from behind, a task made easier by his mother's distraction. Her eyes went wide as he stepped forward, as she was tying up her robe. "Robb! Please! You might see something!"

"Sorry, mother," he said, trying to suppress a chuckle. "But this news would not wait." He told of the news from King's Landing, and the royal order.

Catelyn frowned as she considered the news. "Dark wings, dark words," she muttered.

"What do you think I should do?" asked Robb.