Size matters

Lyonel was as shocked as everyone else in the room. Maybe more so. His sister had told him the royal family was to take turns and bathe, before everyone would feast with their hosts, House Tallhart. Nothing strange here. Back in his old world Lyonel had regularly taken a shower before bed or before dinner. A little strange was Myrcella telling him he had to go first. He would have assumed she, the pampered princess, would rush into a tub of hot water before anyone had the chance to tell her any other order. His second guess would have been his moth- Queen Cersei. With Robert busy dealing with his men-at-arms, the Queen outranked everyone else. Or maybe she didn’t? Lyonel was a little unsure if his princedom trumped being the kings wife and it was hard to draw on the memories from this world in a situation …. A situation like this.

Before him stood a his THE blonde MILF of Westeros. Turns out there had been a mix-up and him as well as his mother thought themselves to be the first to wash the travels away. And his mother had beat him to it. He wanted to get this over with as fast as possible, so he fully disrobed in the adjacent room, not even a towel in hand. When he had, thus nakedly, walked into the bathroom, he found the tub already occupied with his mother. Who, shocked by his sudden appearance, stood up and revealed herself to him in all her glory. So now they stand in front of each other.

Cerseis mouth hangs open. Usually she had a witty remark or a wine-driven comment on everything, but seeing her speechless is still oddly fitting, Lyonel would think to himself. If his mind wouldn’t go a hundred miles an hour. His eyes unapologetically roam her body, Her golden hair covers the upper slope of her breast and her hands instinctually rest on her nipples, but the shape and visible plumpness of her breasts alone is raising his pulse. Her flat tummy forms the dent necessary for an hourglass figure and slides down into her bulging dairy. In the middle of which the queens meticulously shaved pussy-

Upon seeing his eyes go to her now heating core, Cersei rushed both her hand down to obscure her privates. A move that reveals her now visibly hard nipples, a view that Lyonels cock rewards with a twitch.

“By the gods~”, Cersei mutters under her breath and her arms relax and drop a little, exposing the top of her pubic mound.

“I’m sorry mother! I thought it was my turn, I really did. But it isn’t, is it?”, Lyonel tries his best at a charming smile, but it is in vain. The Queen is not looking at him, not at his face at least. She’s looking at his still exposed junk. He has not made any attempt to hide his cock and seeing her impressed look now makes him certain that was the right decision. To get her attention, Lyonel gives his third leg a soft swing to the side. Which does the trick and shakes Cersei out of contemplation.

“No, no young man it is not”, she tries her best to sound authoritative, but fails hilariously. ”How could you assume that? You were fighting outside with your club -mhm- swords, I mean, so why would you go first? At the very least, me and your sister will go before you.”

Lyonel hears a shuffle somewhere around him, but he pays it no mind. Before him stands a dream woman, that is scolding him while her boobs are out and proud.

“And why do you just barge in here, wearing *nothing* at all? You can’t just run around like… like that. You could seriously hurt someone~”, she gets calm and dreamy at the end. It doesn’t take a three-eyed raven to know what she’s thinking. Lyonel sees an opening and doubles down.

“What do you mean mother? I would never hurt you”, he starts gesticulating with his hands and his body, one part on particular, is set in motion.

“My training has really done wonders for my body control, be it spears, clubs, mazes, warhammers or longswords. I know my weapons, mother. When I’m using a weapon, I know how to handle it with care. I can do as much or as little damage as I want.”

“Of course you do”, she mumbles under her breath.

“Still, I’m very sorry. My apologies mother, it was really inappropriate to just come in here. I could have at least knocked, just to be sure. It was not very chivalrous of me to interrupt a beautiful woman in such an intimate moment.“

Next he does a soldiers bow, but does it fast enough that when he straightens his upper body again, his massive cock is thrown upward and claps on his muscled stomach. Like a whip it snaps on his body, a good amount above his belly button, and generates an actual whiplash. The shuffling sound somewhere in the room repeats, but again Lyonel is too enamored with the woman in front of him to react to it.

Cersei was so shocked and deeply aroused by the impact of the absurdly huge cock in front of her, she jumped a little and raised her hands in front of her mouth. So now she stands before him fully naked and, as Lyonel sees in a passing glance, increasingly wet. In both senses of the word.

“I will leave you to it then mother. I’ll train some more, maybe seeing how I compare to uncle Jamie-“

He’s no comparison!, Cersei screams in her head and her pussy lips quiver in agreement.

“And when everyone else has freshened up, I’ll try again”, Lyonel turns around and wants to depart, but in a **** attempt to contain any kind of authority, Cerseis maternal instinct kick in.

“Even then, you better knock young man!”, Cersei raises her nose while reprimanding her son, but Lyonel doesn’t turn around to witness that.

“Of course mommy”, Lyonel leaves the room.

Lyonel is gone, but his sister is still present. Her mouth stands open enough, from the outside one could mistakenly think her jaw is dislodged. They would be wrong, but it is hurting the young princess a little after keeping it open since witnessing *it* for the first time. Now that it is gone, she realizes her mouths sorry state and closes up. What just happened?! This was supposed to be a prank on Lyonel, to get their mother to verbally tear him to pieces and humiliate him. That did not happen. Not at all. Lyonel just strolled in here, sporting a fucking third leg, played with words and their high and mighty mother just-

*squelch*

glides into her tub. As if having waited for her son to get out of earshot, Cersei, now that the coast is clear, rapidly sits down into her bath. She lets out a long held in moan, after which she uses her hands to splash water in her face. No matter if the gesture was to cool her down or get her back to full-consciousness, it succeeds at neither.

From the safety of her hiding place, Myrcella breathlessly watches her mother start to touch herself. Cerseis hands trace over her body and while Myrcella can only make out her left one circling over her breast, she could imagine where the right one has disappeared to. Probably the same place her own had snuck into. The princess ashamedly looks down at herself and then turns her eyes towards her little brother to see if he noticed.

Which he didn’t.

Because he is ****.

Her baby-brother had fainted. If from their *big* brother or their *wet* mother, Myrcella can’t tell. But she honestly doesn’t care. She rolls her eyes at her brother leaning on the wooden door and, feeling unobserved now, lets her hand act out what it had started on its own.

Myrcella feels her loins tenderly and probing. So far she has felt the pleasures she now teases from her bottom lips only while riding a horse and that commotion was only a clumsy comparison to what her hand seems to now accomplish by instinct alone. It had snuck its way into her undergarments, directly stroking her tender lips and every now and then faintly touching that special place where they meet. Josselyn Rollingford, one of her ladies-in-waiting, had told Myrcella once how she heard that this gesture was something strictly reserved for husbands and every damsel that committed it on her own would surely be damned by the Seven. Nonsense! It was feeling so good and so right to do this and even though she felt uncomfortable that her brother prompted these urges in her, but it also felt strangely fitting. At that thought something starts to boil up in her, it grows and grows until a tingling sensation spreads through her whole body. Myrcella has no idea what is coming over her and she’s afraid that she might be about to release a sound, giving away her loca-

“Lyonel!”, her mother lets out a barely suppressed scream and with that sets in motion Myrcellas own release. Her eyes roll back and her hand claps down on her nether lips making it twitch rapidly and spread wetness all over the inside of her clothes.