With enthusiastic encouragement.

"Pound those highborn sluts!" came a voice from the crowd.

"Look at those whores take it!" said another. Catelyn and Lysa groaned at the praise, rubbing their tits against each other, caressing and kissing as their sons urgently fucked them, seeming to put on a show for the crowd. After a moment, the pair broke the kiss to groan aloud.

"Oh, that's it, baby!" groaned Lysa. "Fuck mommy's slutty cunt!"

"Show the world what a dirty whore your mother is!" shouted Catelyn. "I'll take my own boy's cock! My... own... boy's... monster... cock..." Robb grunted and fucked her even deeper. Catelyn and Lysa grinned, fondling each other's breasts, and groaning as their sons' dicks hilted inside them.

If he expected shock and horror from the crowd on any level from the revelation of the incestuous depravity they were witnessing, he didn't get it. "What lucky sons," came a man's voice, "to have such doting mothers."

"What lucky mothers," said a woman, "to have such gifted sons. Look at the size of those pricks!"

"Aye," said the man. "And look at the mammoth tits that fed them! Oh, it's no wonder they fuck!"

Robb and Robin both groaned at that, and fondled their mothers' breasts, tugging their engorged nipples. Cat and Lysa grunted and moaned as their sons' giant cocks pleasured their gushing pussies. Robb stared at his mother's curves jiggling as they coupled, her tits bouncing in his hands while her ass jiggled as it struck his hips, her asshole flexing with each thrust. Suddenly, a notion occurred to him. Spitting on his fingers, he drove them into his mother's tightest hole, moistening it.

"Robb?" said Catelyn confused. "Robb... what...?" Robb pulled his cock out of her pussy, sopping with both their juices and plunged it into her asshole. Cat gave a scream of delight. "Oh, fuck, yes! Fuck my mommy's ass, Robb! Bugger your mother's ass!"

Robin watched and followed his cousin's example, pulling out of Lysa's cunt to fuck her ass. Lysa swiftly joined Catelyn in shouting in delirious pleasure. "Oh, yes! YES! Fuck that ass! Fuck me as people watch! Show everyone your mother's a whore!" screamed Lysa. "Your whore son! I'm your whore!"

The two mothers screamed in ecstasy as their sons pounded them, to the encouraging hoots of the crowd. Robb and his cousin thrilled at the tightness, the perversity of their acts. Robb felt the tingle in his balls and pulled out, staring a moment at his mother's gaping ass, then gripping her face and pulling it to his cock. "That's it, mother," he hissed. "Taste your ass on your own son's dick!" Catelyn swallowed eagerly, inhaling Robb's dick, and licking at it frantically. Glancing over, he saw his cousin forcing Lysa's face on his own oversized cock.

"Gag on it, mommy!" snarled Robin. The cousins groaned, flooding their mothers' mouths with seed. As Robb and his cousin pulled their breeches back up, Catelyn and Lysa kissed, swapping their sons' cum between themselves, and playing with each others breasts.

"You two are mad," said Robb, with a fond chuckle.

"We're making up for years of neglect," said his mother with a pout.

"Your dresses are ruined," noted Robin, glancing at the tattered bits of fabric on the ground.

"Maybe we'll just do without them from now on," cooed Lysa, playing with her nipples.

Robb grinned at that. "I suspect you depraved sluts would enjoy that." He took his mother by the arm, and raised her from the ground. "Come. I'm certain we can find the right clothing for you two here before we set out for Maidenpool." He lead his mother through the town, Robin following with his. It seemed clear to him that his mother and aunt were basking in the lustful looks and catcalls of the crowd. And somehow, he did not mind either, the crowd seeming to treat him and Robin with a sort of familiar respect.

You heard them, he thought to himself. All the men wish they had a lady so fine. Aye, and many of the women, too. To be the man who can satisfy such a gorgeous whore is no small thing. And when she is your own mother... They wish they were so daring as to make that attempt, so virile as to succeed. And so they cheer me. For the world's gone mad, and the men who can master it and take what they want in such times, they are men to admire. He saw a small tent, offering 'Gowns in the Lyseni Style', and smiled to himself. Somehow, that seemed just what was needed.