The Mother’s Roles

Deep in the heart of the Orclands, you eat a hearty dinner alongside the Orc King and Queen, Kiara, and your mother. Clara was being tidied up to be returned to you. There was also talk of the King allowing you to pick anyone from his collection of whores as your own.

“So. I am presuming you do not know of Orc wedding customs?” the King asks.

“I do not.” Mom blushes.

“Well, all Orcs and other guests are required to be fully nude within the Unity Shrine. And you and Kiara will have sex.” the King apologizes. Mom looks thunderstruck.

“Ordinarily, it’s a swap of parents. The father of the groom gets a night with the bride, and the mother of the bride gets a night with the groom. I will be having sex with Jakob. And because Elba is dead, you are his only remaining parent.” Elara shrugs. Mom flushes darkly.

“Isn’t that unfaithful?” she protests.

“No. It is simply tradition.” Bathrok smiles. Mom gulps.

“Um, King of Orcs! I would like to be placed in a room with my mother.” you announce, and the King nods.

“Of course. After all, you and Kiara can not be intimate until after the Sex Kiss.” the Orc King grunts, his eyes locked on Mom’s gorgeous cleavage. She doesn’t notice, too occupied with looking at Kiara, who was ravishingly beautiful. Mom was probably sizing up the woman she’d have to fuck.

“Let’s go, baby.” Mom whimpers, and you oblige, standing to hold your shivering mother in your arms and escort her out of the dining hall, where Bathrok (and every other male’s) eyes were trained on her naturally bouncy, swaying ass.