She wants to their Mother to admit to her feelings

"I'm tired of your lies, Mother." Jenny sneered. "You've been lying to both of us for years now. It's time for you to admit the truth. The real reason why you made Father banish me! The reason you've hated me almost my entire life! Did you think I'd never notice? How much you despised me for getting between you and the son you first adored, then came to lust after?!" Her hand darted out, and Marcus let out a shrill yelp as she seized him by waist and yanked him into her body. "Say it, you lying bitch! Say you want to fuck him! I need to hear it now!"

"Jenny!" He whimpered, struggling to wriggle out of her grip. She had him pinned against her chest, her hand digging through his robes into the soft skin of his belly. He just wanted her to stop this, now! She was scaring him! But before he could say anything more their Mother darted forward to the bars of her cell, a look of panic on her gorgeous face.

"Let him go!" The Queen snapped shrilly. She'd grabbed the bars, her pale hands clutching them so tightly her knuckles had gone white. Underneath her tattered robe, her body was trembling. "Don't touch him!"

"Why shouldn't I touch him?" Jenny cooed, her voice alight with triumph. As she spoke, her hand wandered down to the hem of Marcus' robe. The young prince gasped, fighting to get away from her. No...she couldn't do this, not in front of their Mother! "Marcus and I are lovers, you see." His sister purred, her hand darting now between his legs. Marcus let out a little panicked yelp as he felt her fingers grab his soft little dick through the cloth of his robes, holding him there with a gentle, but possessive grip. "I got to him first. He's mine now, not yours."

"Genevieve...no, you can't have!" The Queen stammered in disbelief. She stiffened up, her gaze flickering down to the young prince still wriggling in his sister's grip. Staring back at his Mother, Marcus couldn't stop himself from letting out a sickly whimper of shame. The thought of her knowing what he and Jenny had done made his stomach twist and his cheeks flush hot. "You...you...did?" The Queen murmured, and the absolute shock and despair in her trembling voice made Marcus want to vomit. She must hate him now! For letting his own sister do these things to him! "Genevieve, you **** him?" Their Mother gasped. "Not my son...my only son."

"We love each other." Jenny purred in satisfaction. Her hand was creeping lower, and Marcus let out a little yelp as it suddenly slipped down under the hem of his robe, yanking it up along with the light gown he was wearing underneath. Suddenly he was bare below the waist. His shrill squeal of panic died in a strangled gasp as her groping fingers found his naked dick. Before he could even wriggle away, she'd started gently stroking him there, her callused fingers rubbing and squeezing along his soft shaft. In spite of everything, the young prince felt his body respond to her caresses, hot sparks of unwanted pleasure tingling along his skin. His little aching dick started to stiffen under her skilled caresses. He didn't want this, but he felt trapped in her grip. When he tried to open his mouth and say so, all that emerged was another gasping moan as she gently rubbed the achingly sensitive head of his dick. "We belong to each other." His sister continued. "I'm the only one who's touched his cute little cock like this. And he likes it, see?"

"No." The Queen shook her head fiercely, her dark, blue eyes wild as she stared through the bars at her children. Her gaze was fixed in utter horror on Jenny's pumping hand, like she couldn't even look away. Marcus blushed even hotter as his own Mother stared open-mouthed at his stiff little dick. A strangled whine escaped his lips. This was too embarrassing! She hadn't seen that part of him since he'd refused to let her bathe him anymore, and that had been almost five years ago now! "You **** yourself on him!" The Queen continued, gasping for air as she stared at his naked thighs. "My son would never willingly give you his innocence! He's a good, pure boy, I made sure of that!"

"I'm sure you did." Jenny chuckled, a taunting edge to her voice as she continued gently stroking her brother's throbbing dick. Marcus was helpless, his whole body heating up with a sickly mixture of arousal and utter shame. Why was he getting hard now? Not in front of his Mother! He could feel his sister's panting breaths on his ear, hot and hungry. It sounded like she was enjoying this a lot, but how? "Thank you for that, Mother." She continued hungrily, sounding almost as aroused as she did when she was riding his dick. "Everything you did to make sure it was you who'd one day take your son's first time. Keeping him trapped in this castle, getting rid of any other girl who might lure him away from you, even banishing his own sister when she refused to play along. All that effort, and I'm still the one who got to claim the prize. It must really tear you up inside, right? How I finally fucking beat you?!"

"Genevieve...stop!" The Queen pleaded frantically, sounding like she was on the verge of tears. "Please...stop touching him. Stop touching my son!" Her voice rose to a frantic, **** scream that echoed down the dungeon corridors. Marcus trembled, tears in his eyes at the awful sound of his Mother so distressed. Even as he watched the Queen sob and tremble though, his dick just stayed all hard and throbbing. It just wouldn't' stop, no matter how awful he felt! His sister kept stroking his tingling shaft, and he felt his balls start to ache and tighten. No! Not that. He couldn't cum in front of his Mother! He tried to wriggle away, but Jenny still had his chest pinned against hers with her other hand.

"Please Jenny." He tried to tell her, but his voice was strangled and hoarse with a horrible mix of shameful lust and awful, keening sympathy for his sobbing Mother. "Let go. Please!"

"You want me to stop, Mother?" Jenny just sneered at the Queen, like she hadn't even heard his gasping whimper. "Then admit it. Admit that you want this for yourself!"

"I don't...I never." The Queen wept, trembling against the bars like she was about to fall to the floor. She was still staring down at his naked dick, her tear-filled gaze fixed on it with a fierce intensity he just couldn't understand.

"Enough with the lies!" Jenny snarled viciously. "If you don't tell us both the truth right now, I'm going to strip him off and ride him right in front of you! He'll enjoy that even more! Do you want to see me screaming in pleasure as he cums inside my cunt! Because you will!"

"Okay!" The Queen moaned hoarsely, a sea of wet tears glistening in her pretty blue eyes. Her despairing gaze tore away from Marcus at last, flickering up to Jenny's face. She straightened up a little, forcing herself to stand against the bars of her cell. "I admit it, Genevieve." Her voice trembled hoarsely as she spoke. "Is that what you want to hear?"

"Say it properly, Mother!" Jenny snapped back. Finally, her hand had stopped moving, but she still held Marcus' stiff dick between her fingers. He'd been so close to cumming that it was aching really badly now, his balls hot and swollen underneath. As horrible as it was to admit, a tiny part of him just wanted her to keep going even if it meant spurting in front of their Mother. "Not to me, to him! He deserves to know the truth after all you've done to him! Say it to his face. Tell him what you've dreamt of ever since he was old enough for you to lust after!" The Queen tensed, swallowing hard. It seemed like she'd given up trying to fight now, because rather than arguing with Jenny her dark blue eyes moved back down to her son's flushed face. She stared at him for a moment, as he felt his skin tingle with a strange mixture of arousal and anticipation. Was she...going to say what Jenny wanted her to? Was it all true? Did his own Mother really think about him that way?

"Marcus...I never wanted you to know this." She breathed, looking him in the eye. Her voice was calm again, but there was a strange longing edge to her words that made him tremble in his sister's grip. His own Mother..."I would have kept it hidden from you forever, found you a suitable wife I approved of once you were mature enough to be a husband, and buried these feelings deep inside no matter how much it hurt me. Now, it seems, I have ****. I love you, Marcus. As deeply and fiercely as any Mother should love her son, but I...desire you as well. So much it burns me up inside." Marcus froze stiff, his mouth dropping open in shock. Part of him had known this was coming, but to hear those words in his Mother's sweet voice still hit him like a lightning bolt from the sky. She...loved him, but she wanted him too. In a sexy way. After Jenny, maybe this should have been easier to grasp, but this was his Mother! The woman who'd raised him! He found himself blushing furiously, his wide-eyed gaze flickering over her gorgeous face and then down to the curves of her perfect body. She was so very beautiful, but how could she want him that way? His own Mother...

"Finally." Jenny sighed. "You made that so much harder than it needed to be. And now, Mother. Watch this." The hand on his dick suddenly started to move again, pumping and squeezing along his stiff shaft. Marcus let out a shrill little yelp as she brought him back to the aching edge of orgasm in just a few frantic moments. He wriggled in her grasp, trying desperately to resist the wave of need boiling up inside him. But she was just too good at this, she knew his poor dick too well. With a strangled groan, the young prince came, dribbling sticky cum down onto the dungeon floor. His Mother stared at him the whole while, her face pale and her mouth hanging open as she watched her own son spurt right in front of her. "See, he likes it!" Jenny crowed. Her hand slipped away from his dick at last, and she licked a few drops of pearly cum from her fingers with a hungry moan of pleasure.

"No!" The Queen shrieked, collapsing to her knees in her cell. "No, no no." She stared at the floor, her pretty blue eyes hollow now and full of despair. Marcus felt his heart ache in sympathy. He wanted to run over there and hug her tight, but Jenny was still holding him! And how could he hug her now he knew she wanted him...what would it mean? "He's mine." The Queen whimpered hoarsely. "He should be mine."

"Not anymore, Mother." His sister sneered, staring down at their Mother with cold contempt. "You'll never touch him again. Come, Marcus, let's leave the bitch to stew." She started trying to turn away, but Marcus was frozen in her grip, limp and trembling. He couldn't leave his own Mother like this, could he? No matter what she'd just told him.