Marcus is pleasured by his Mother, but gets a shock from Jenny

"I can make my Marcus cum, anyway I want?" The Queen asked, her voice trembling with hungry eagerness. She was still sitting over her son's face, her dripping pussy pressed onto his lips. Even as he listened, Marcus found himself gently licking at her hot flesh, slipping his tongue between those plump folds to taste her again. By the slight quivering of her soft thighs on either side of his head, his gentle attention was stirring his Mother's lusts once more, just the thought sending tingles down his needy body. His dick throbbed, the painful aching making him moan into her delicious pussy. Could she just make him cum already? He didn't much care how at this point.

"Yes Mother." Jenny replied, the smirk obvious in her voice even from where he was. "He's been so very naughty, and since we had our little chat in the cells you've been behaving rather well. I think he can be both our toy so long as you keep being good. I play with you from now on, dearest, beautiful Mother, and both of us can play together with this naughty boy here. What do you say to that?" The young prince couldn't see, but by the way she shuddered on top of him his Mother was nodding rather frantically. "So, this is your reward then. Do whatever you want with bad little Marcus, make him cum however you please. I promise he's just adorable when he spurts. The way he squeaks and wriggles, so cute, it's almost enough to make me forgive the naughty boy for betraying me, almost." She sighed harshly, and Marcus yelped out as her hand smacked him rather firmly on the thigh, leaving a stinging welt on his tender skin. "Just no finishing in your pussy, like I warned you already."

"Thank you, daughter." The Queen breathed, sounding truly, genuinely grateful. Even buried in her pussy and tenderly licking away, Marcus found himself wondering again just what Jenny had done to their stern, proud Mother. Was...it really just the thought of playing with him like this that had made her so needy she'd do anything, even submit to her own daughter like this? Then she pressed more of her weight down on top of him, squashing him back into the bed, and suddenly he couldn't think of anything but the delicious taste of her juices covering his lips and chin.

Marcus felt the Queen bend forward, leaning over him until her boobs rested on his waist, heavy and soft. Then a pair of wet lips wrapped hungrily around the aching, swollen head of his cock and he felt her take his length into the warm heaven of her mouth. Her soft tongue fluttered over his shaft as she cradled his length inside her. He squealed in shrill delight into her dripping pussy, his hips trembling. Just from a few seconds, he felt himself on the verge of spurting into her mouth already! With a hoarse moan, he buried his lips right back against her dripping pussy, filled with a hot urge to please her as she was doing him. As her tongue brushed along his dick, he licked at her swollen skin, feeling her quiver and clench her thighs. She was getting close now, he knew...and so was he!

"You really do just adore that cute little dick, don't you Mother?" Jenny chuckled, but he could hardly hear her right now, focused instead on frantically lapping at his Mother's clenching pussy. "And he was so close already. I don't think naughty Marcus is going to last very long at all. How about if I...do this?" Marcus gasped in shock as he felt his sister's hand slide under him, drifting over his clenching butt. A single finger slid between his soft cheeks, probing down the cleft between them. The young prince trembled and moaned, caught between the pleasure of his Mother's tender licking and nervousness at what his older sister planned to do with his poor butt. Searching for what comfort he could, he kept licking and sucking at the pussy pressed over his lips, feeling those soft thighs on either side of his head trembling in pleasure.

A shrill squeal escaped his lips, muffled by his Mother's pussy, as Jenny's finger found his tender little hole and pressed against it, slipping inside him no matter how tight he clenched. His eyes bulged as he felt that probing digit slide deeper into his butt. Tingling, hot feelings fluttered through his belly as he felt his poor hole clench around her knuckle, her finger twisting and turning inside him. All the while, his Mother's lips slid along his dick, her tongue teasing at his throbbing shaft. Then Jenny's finger slid a little deeper, and curled inside him to press against a certain hot, tingly spot inside his clenching butt.

Just like that, he yelped in shrill shock as he found himself spurting into his Mother's waiting mouth, his legs twitching frantically in their bonds. The Queen moaned hungrily, slurping and sucking on his pulsing cock like she was determined to swallow every drop. Her tongue was working too, sliding around the head to lap at his sensitive skin leaving him moaning into her wet pussy. Jenny's finger kept twisting and curling, rubbing firmly on that tingly place inside him, never letting up even for an instant no matter how much he squealed. Each time she pressed against it, his legs quivered in their bonds and more hot sparks surged up his throbbing dick. It felt like she was milking every drop of cum out of him for the Queen to greedily gulp down. The young prince could only twitch and moan, his body just a helpless, bound toy for his Mother and Sister to play with all they pleased.

At long last, just as his dick was starting to wilt, Jenny's finger slipped free of his clenching, wriggling butt, and at the same time the Queen leant back with a shuddering moan. His softening cock popped out of her lips, skin tingling with her saliva. As she sat back over him, her pussy settled firmly on his mouth. Marcus found himself licking away again as her juices gushed down his chin, feeling that hot flesh clench and tremble against his tongue and lips. In just moments she was shrieking out her own climax, her soft thighs clenching tight around his head. He swallowed down her juices just as eagerly as she had his cum, lost in a haze of satisfaction and submission. It suddenly just felt...right somehow, for him to be squashed under his Mother like this, licking her to orgasm right after his older sister had just finished playing with his butt. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all...no matter that Jenny was still mad at him and wanted him punished.

He lay there limply, flushed and panting, as his Mother gently lifted herself off him, kneeling beside his head. Her blue eyes stared down at him, glistening wet and full of an aching mixture of love, shame and desire. Her lips trembled and for a moment he was sure she was going to say something. The young prince stared back, still hardly daring to believe that he'd just licked his own Mother to two climaxes. Then a pale hand reached over to the Queen's flushed cheek and lifted her head, turning it away.

"Good girl, Mother." Jenny purred, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on their Mother's waiting lips. The Queen shuddered once, but then seemed to surrender meekly, kneeling there as her daughter pressed eagerly into her. Marcus watched limply from the bed, still tied up and helpless. His bleary eyes drifted over his Mother and Sister, watching as Jenny's tight, muscled body rubbed against the Queen's soft boobs. They were both so gorgeous, their skin pale and perfectly smooth, one dark-haired, the other silver. Even after that long, shuddering climax that had felt like it had drained him dry, Marcus felt his soft dick twitch between his legs at the sight of them kissing so hungrily. "Ah, you taste delicious, just a hint of my little brother's cum on your tongue." Jenny murmured as she broke the kiss at last. "Now, are you going to keep being a good girl for me, Mother?"

"Yes Genevieve." The Queen replied, her eyes flickering briefly to Marcus as she spoke.

"Then you can sleep beside me, nice and close so I know you're not up to any trouble." Jenny nodded towards the head of the bed, where some fluffy pillows waited. "As for Marcus...I'll untie the bad boy so he can lie by our feet where he belongs. Make sure he knows his place as our toy, so he doesn't get any naughty ideas about betraying either of us again, okay?" The Queen nodded hurriedly, looking rather dazed. Marcus meanwhile, felt his mouth drop open. He hadn't done that...it was all just a horrible mistake, but it was obvious Jenny just wasn't going to believe him no matter what he said. If he spoke now, he might just make her angry again, so he carefully pursed his trembling lips shut.

Even as his sister leant back over him and unfastened those horrible leather cuffs at last, the young prince didn't dare move or even make a squeak of protest. He felt his Mother's longing eyes fixed on his naked body, but she just knelt obediently where her daughter had told her to wait, clearly not daring to move even to help him. She'd always protected and sheltered him, but now she was as helpless as he was against Jenny.

"Now lie here flat, Marcus." Jenny pointed sharply at the end of the bed, her voice brooking no disagreement. The young prince stretched out his tired limbs at last, whimpering softly. They felt so stiff after all that time trussed up tight. He wriggled awkwardly onto his belly and lay down where Jenny had told him, too anxious and tired to even try and argue with her. If even his Mother couldn't, then what hope did he have of persuading her? Better to just be good and do what she wanted, hoping that maybe she'd feel like he'd earned her forgiveness and stop being quite so rough with him. "And Mother, you get to sleep next to me, okay?" Jenny continued.

"Yes, daughter." The Queen murmured, her voice trembling. She glanced at Marcus one last time, something helpless in her pretty blue eyes. Then with a little shudder, she eased her naked body down on top of the sheets, resting her head against the pillows. Her gaze flickered down to Marcus, then back to his sister. With a satisfied purr, Jenny leant over the bedside table and blew out the candles. A satisfied smile on her face, she lay down next to the Queen, face to face, both of them lying across the bed with Marcus curled up at their feet. He felt like some kind of pet lying here, which was starting to seem like just what Jenny intended as his punishment.

"There, you see?" Marcus heard his sister's voice, followed by a wet smacking noise that made his cheeks burn. Jenny was kissing their Mother...again. "You enjoyed that a lot, didn't you Mother? You just keep being good, keep listening to me, and I promise you can play with Marcus all you want." There was a muffled moan from the Queen, that to the young prince lying near her feet sounded rather like an agreement.

Only he was too exhausted to worry what that might mean for tomorrow. After all the pain, worry and pleasure he'd suffered through during this horrible day, he just wanted to sleep right now. Maybe when he woke it would all just be some crazy nightmare. To the sloppy sounds of his Mother and Sister kissing hungrily above his head, the young prince slipped away into a light, troubled sleep.