Lady Lysa tending to her Sweetrobin.

Robb had never seen his aunt, and so her appearance was something of a surprise. She looked very much like his mother, only a trifle heavier--still, Robb would say, on consideration, that she bore the extra weight very well.

Of course, that consideration would come much later, as when he first saw her, the Lady Lysa was utterly naked, her massive breasts bouncing, and her ass cheeks trembling as she rode the cock of the young man lying on the table beneath her. "Ohh, oooh! That is it Sweetrobin!" she moaned. "Give it to Mommy! Mommy will make you feel better!"

The young man grabbed one of the swinging udders above him, and began to tug at the nipple. "Ohh, Mommy! Mommy! You are sooo tight!" Robb realized with a sense of shock that this was his cousin. Robin Arryn was a slender, delicate young man, who had a boyish look despite his nineteen years. Of course, there was nothing boyish in what he was doing to his mother.

"That's because you're sooo big!" groaned Lysa, as she drove her body down against her son's. "You're Mommy's big boy! Aaaaaah!"

Robb turned to his mother, to see that she was staring at the blasphemous sight before her, mouth open, eyes wide with shock. Glancing back at the Arryns, the pair were pitching against each with increasing speed, their coupling reach its climax.

"Ohh, Mommy! Mommy!" shouted Robin. "I'm going to cum!"

"That's it! Cum for Mommy!" screamed Lysa. "Give her your seed! Your strong seed! Ooooaaaaah!"

Robin gave another shout in reply, and the pair squirmed against each other, groaning in lust. After a pair of loud cries, they calmed down, resting against each other. After a moment, Lysa yawned and glanced at the door. "Why, Cat?" she said, beaming at her sister. "You're here!" She turned to regard her nephew. "And with... Robb, I believe. Oh, you should have said something! We're being such bad hosts..." She raised her naked form from her son's, and turned to regard the Starks with a smile. "We've so much to talk about!"