Strange dreams and an unfamiliar awakening

Marcus stood in the castle's great hall blinking blearily as he stared up at his father's empty throne. There...was something strange about this. He couldn't quite remember how he'd ended up here, his thoughts fuzzy and difficult to grasp. His brow furrowed in confusion, what was going on? Suddenly he had the strange sense he shouldn't be here at all but he couldn't figure out why that would be. This was his home, wasn't it?

"Marcus!" A shrill voice snapped, making him jump and squeak. Turning his head, he saw his mother standing just beside him, a familiar look of scowling disapproval on her gorgeous face. "What's taking so long? Just do it already!"

"Do...what, mother?" He asked anxiously, already knowing she wouldn't be happy to be questioned. Sure enough, her scowl grew even more thunderous and Marcus wilted under her icy glare, feeling like he wanted to disappear into the floor. She could make him feel so small and helpless with just a raised eyebrow, let alone glaring like this.

"Sit on the throne of course, you stupid boy." She continued coldly. "It's where i want you, and that's what is most important in your life." Marcus bit his lip at that. He knew he should mention that he didn't belong in this throne, it was his father's after all, but with his mother still staring expectantly at him it was way too hard to find the words to explain to her how she was wrong.

Instead, he started forward, stumbling over to the looming throne. It seemed even bigger up close, an intimidating slab of stone carved with emblems of his long lineage, an inheritance he'd never managed to live up to. It felt like the throne itself was telling him he didn't belong sitting on it, and with his pounding heart and skin tingling nervously, being bullied by his mother to even approach, Marcus couldn't deny the truth of that.

"Stop hesitating!" His mother snarled behind him, sounding even scarier. "I've done so much to get you ready for that throne, even if nothing much worked, but I'm done waiting. You're meant to be a king, just one who always listens to his mother because you know nothing and I know what's best for you. So sit down where I want you before I decide to put you over my lap instead and spank you in front of the entire court." With a shrill squeak, the young prince darted forward. He lifted himself awkwardly up onto the huge throne and turned to sit before his mother could decide to go through with her threat after all.

Just as he'd feared, it was far too big. His legs dangled off the front, not even reaching the floor, and he had to awkwardly reach up to get his arms on the sides. He definitely didn't feel as comfortable as his father had always looked sitting up here.

Swallowing hard, he glanced back at his mother, hoping she'd be satisfied with this. Instead he saw her shrugging off her light dress, letting it drop from her shoulders to fall to the floor at her feet. Underneath she wore only a filmy pink shift, so sheer it was almost see through.

"Mother, what are you doing?" He gasped. He knew he should cover his eyes to spare her modesty, but he just couldn't look away, gazing longingly at her ample curves the underwear barely seemed able to contain. The thin fabric was stretched so tight across her huge boobs he could see each of her pink nipples underneath.

"Stripping of course." The queen replied, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for her to take off her clothes in front of her son. She casually reached for the hem of her underwear and started slipping it up her hips, exposing even more of her perfect, smooth flesh. "I don't know why that's making you so worked up. You're naked too after all." Feeling the cool air on his bare skin, Marcus yelped in shock, before glancing down his body to see that sure enough he wasn't wearing anything! He blushed furiously, how could he not have noticed that until now!

To make things even worse, his mother had yanked off the shift and cast it casually down to one side. She now stood in front of him, totally naked. Perched awkardly on the throne, Marcus gawped at her, his mouth hanging open. His wide eyes drank in the sight of her perfect body, so much pale, smooth skin exposed. He couldn't stop his longing gaze from drifting over her huge boobs, imagining if those heavy orbs were as soft as they looked. And then down over her belly towards her wide, swaying hips and round thighs, above those long legs that curved so enticingly up towards her waist. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he just couldn't look away.

The young prince's cheeks blazed hot, a shiver of longing desire running down his spine. Between his own trembling thighs, his little dick began to ache and twitch, stiffening up. No...this was wrong, be shouldn't be getting turned on by his mother's body! No matter how soft and inviting her breasts were or how smooth the skin of her thighs looked, he should be looking away! Only he couldn't quite manage that, not when she stood right in front of him naked and without a care.

"Right, Marcus, let's get this over with" The queen said sharply, stepping forward towards the throne. He was so absorbed in watching her naked body move and then suddenly she stood right in front of him, looming over him with a thin scowl on her gorgeous face.

"Mother?" Marcus stammered. She lowered herself down in front of him, crouching in front of the throne so that her face was right in front of his eager little dick. The young prince yelped in fright, his legs squeezing shut to try and hide his erection from her.

"Stop squirming." She growled, her blue eyes flashing with irritation. "How am i supposed to get my tits around your dick if you keep wriggling like that?" Marcus froze, sure he must have misheard her.

"What?" He managed to gasp.

"Why are you making this so difficult?" She snapped. "You can't expect to be a good king if you can't even manage to fuck your mother's tits." What? That made no sense! No, this was all wrong, the queen didn't talk like that, and yet here she was going on about her tits anyway! He wanted to tell her to stop, but when she glared up at him the words just caught in his throat.

Stunned into meek silence, Marcus could do nothing but sit in the throne as she grabbed her huge breasts in both hands and squeezed them together, forming a tight, inviting channel where those two mounds squashed against each other. Before he could even manage to squeak out a feeble protest, she leaned over between his spread legs and wrapped her boobs around his stiff, little dick.

In an instant his throbbing erection was buried in soft, smooth flesh, as his mother squashed her boobs together to firmly squeeze his length between them. His dick was utterly trapped, massaged and pinned between those two huge mounds. Only, the queen didn't stop there. She began to bounce her boobs up and down, squashing them together to rub all that soft, warm flesh along his shaft.

The surge of pleasure made him squeal, his legs trembling and hips bucking. No matter how wrong this should have been, it just felt way too good for him to even try and squirm awway. And with his mother looking coldly up at him he didn't dare even make a squeak of protest, if he could even have found the words to ask her to stop.

"You should be grateful." The queen glared at him from between his spread legs, her gaze as cold as ice. Even as she spoke, she kept bouncing and squeezing her boobs around his dick, ensuring there was never a moment where his erection slipped free of that tight, warm channel it was trapped in. "This is much harder than it should be on such a tiny excuse for a dick. You certainly don't deserve it, with how weak and girly you are." Her lip curled into a sneer that made his heart sink miserably despite the swelling pleasure from his lower half. "I'm the only woman who'd ever touch a boy as pathetic as you, and that's just because i'm your mother. I don't expect I'd bother otherwise. So, thank me, Marcus." She raised an eyebrow expectantly. Marcus shivered, utterly lost with this mixture of cold **** and pleasure from his mother. She'd never been this mean to him before and worse, he had no idea what he'd done wrong to make her so mad! If he did he could at least try and fix it to make her happy with him!

"Thanks mother!" He managed to gasp at last, his stomach twisting in shame. As if in response, she squeezed her boobs even tighter around his dick, drawing another little squeal of pleasure from his lips despite his misery.

"Small, weak, cowardly, I don't know how you turned into such a disappointment." She sighed, her icy eyes fixed on his with cold disdain. "And you were even the reason your sister left us, I hope you at least know that." Marcus whimpered at that, his throat sore. He'd never been told exactly why Jenny had suddenly been exiled, but he'd always felt like it must have been his fault somehow. Now their mother was telling him as much, that his beloved sister had only left because of him! He sniffled wetly, his tight throat threatening tears. "You're going to cum on my tits now, Marcus." The queen continued, her sharp voice and cold sneer demanding absolute obedience. "Cum and show me you'll always belong underneath your mother."

Even as those words left her sneering lips, the young prince felt a surge of crackling heat in his trapped dick, his stiff erection twitching between the twin pillows of flesh that had it imprisoned. With a shrill yelp, he came, a thin jet of sticky seed squirting from his shaft up into his mother's ample cleavage. She pressed her boobs in tighter, almost like she were squeezing out every drop he had, making him shudder at the pressure on his suddenly very sensitive dick. The mocking curl to her lips told him she found even his ejaculation to be pathetic, and with her sneering at him like that Marcus couldn't find the strength to argue with her assessment, even to himself. He knew his dick was way too small, and he'd always been embarassed about it. No wonder his own mother found him so pathetic.

Then, just as the sneering queen started to stand back up, he heard a hammering thump fill the empty hallway, the sound booming loud enough to shake the floor at his feet. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the walls of the castle start to fall apart around him, stone crumbling to dust with each dull thud. He only just had time to yelp in fright before the throne just disappeared underneath him, sending him tumbling to the ground.

With a start, Marcus jolted awake. Still dazed and disorientated, he found himself laying in a strange room he didn't recognize at first, the rough, wooden walls definitely not those of his own room. He reached up to rub his eyes, struggling to remember what was going on. Right...this was his room in Aunt Theodora's castle. He and his mother had run here after Uncle Gaius attacked, and they were staying here for now to keep safe, only he wasn't sure exactly what that would mean yet. He bit his lip, shifting a little under the sheets. As he moved, he felt a hot, sticky wetness on the sheet under him, just below his dick. Oh no...that weird dream, had he...?

"Marcus? Is everything alright?" His mother's voice almost made him jump out of the bed, coming from just across the room and through the door there. She knocked hard, that same dull thumping that had jolted him awake. "What's going on in there? Why aren't you answering?" She continued, sounding worried. "That's it, I'm coming in, right now."

"Mother, wait!" Marcus squealed, frantically trying to squirm free of the sheets. He was still naked! And he'd just cum on his bed during the night! She couldn't see him like this! Where were his clothes? Even as he lunged for the shift he'd taken off last night and left on the dresser, the door swung open and the queen darted inside, holding a bundle of fabric in her hands. Her wide blue eyes darted to him immediately and as as soon as she saw him laying there sprawled across the bed naked and uncovered, she froze stiff. For a few long moments she gazed at him, her full lips parted and a faint pink blush on her gorgeous face. Cheeks blazing bright red, the young prince just stared back at his mother from the bed, too ashamed to even squeak. Was she going to scold him again?

"Oh, Marcus...you're okay. I was worried when you didn't answer me." She sighed at last, before stepping over to the side of the bed. Marcus shrank back into the sheets as she loomed over him, her stern gaze fixed on his naked body. She could see everything! His bare butt wiggling in the air...and his little dick too! Just like that night in the tavern yesterday where she'd made him sit in her lap naked so she could brush his hair, though he didn't find it any less embarrassing the second time around. Worse, what if she saw the mess he'd left on his sheets? "Come, out of that bed already." The queen ordered. "It's time for you to get up."

"Mother..." The young prince stammered, glancing longingly at the shift on the dresser, too far for him to reach. It hadn't covered him much at all, but at least it was something. "I...need to get dressed."

"Yes, you do." His mother nodded, though she made no move to leave the room and let him. "But you didn't bring any clean clothes with you, remember? Luckily Theodora provided a few sets for you when I asked. I brought these from her." She held out the bundle in her hand. "Put them on now, so I can make sure they fit." Marcus wanted to protest, to tell her that he was perfectly capable of putting on clothes by himself, but it felt like she'd just ignore what he said anyway. Better to get it over with so at least he'd be wearing something.

Blushing furiously, the young prince awkwardly squirmed off the bed and got to his feet in front of his mother. At her height, he only stood about level with her chest, the swell of her large boobs obvious even in the plain woolen dress she wore. He found himself blushing hot as he stared at those ample mounds. Even if that weird dream was already fading from his mind, he'd hardly forget the part where she'd wrapped her breasts around his dick and made him cum between them. Marcus shivered and blushed even hotter, the cool air tingling on his bare skin an unwelcome reminder of just how exposed he was if he got hard again now. The way the queen was staring at him didn't help much either, her blue eyes settled firmly on his naked body without the slightest hint that she meant to ever look away again.

Swallowing hard, Marcus reached out hesitantly and grabbed a pair of brown shorts from the bundle in her hands. **** to cover himself with something, he bent over and stepped into them, hurriedly yanking the clothing up to his waist, hiding his dick at last. To his dismay, the shorts barely reached halfway down his thighs, leaving a lot of his bare legs still exposed below. And...they felt rather tight around his butt as well, clinging to his round cheeks.

"They're a bit short." Marcus stammered, staring pleadingly up into his mother's gorgeous face. "And tight."

"Nonsense, they fit perfectly." The queen shook her head, her gaze lingering on his bare legs for a few long moments before flickering back to his face. "You'll wear those today." Her tone invited no further argument, and the young prince felt what little resistance he could muster wilt in the face of her coolly expectant gaze. "Here, take this shirt next. It'll look very cute...I mean handsome on you, I'm sure."

Sighing inwardly, Marcus took the garment from her hands and pulled it on, buttoning the front up over his bare chest and belly. At least it wasn't tight, but the fabric was sort of filmy and thin, and the way it flowed briskly down to highlight the slight curve of his waist made him feel a little embarrassed to wear it anyway. Combined with the tiny shorts, this felt like a very girly outfit for a boy like to him to wear. At least his mother seemed satisfied, by the beaming smile on her face as she stared at him wearing it. She'd said...Theodora had given her these clothes? Maybe his aunt was confused about what sort of outfits he liked or something.

"Good boy." The queen nodded. "Now we'll get your shoes and socks from my room and you'll be ready for the day ahead." Wanting to sigh again, Marcus just nodded, having already decided it was easier to just go along with her. She started to turn back towards the door, then froze suddenly, taking a sharp breath in. Marcus froze, feeling an icy chill in his chest as his mother leaned past him to look down at the bed he'd just been sleeping in. Worse, looking right at the wet, sticky stain in the middle of the sheets. "What's that...?" She murmured. The young prince's stomach dropped like a stone, a sickening feeling of guilt churning in his belly until he felt like he was about to vomit. Frozen in place, he could only watch in horror as his mother leaned over to inspect the stain. No...she was going to see what he'd done. And worse, this wasn't even his bed! She'd be so angry at him!

"Sorry..." He managed to stammer, **** out the words through his suddenly tight throat. "I...didn't mean to..."

"Oh!" The queen leapt back, scarlet flooding into her pale cheeks. "I see. Ah..." She glanced down, looking at the floor, her lip trembling. "Well, you are a young man now. It's to be expected, I suppose...for there to be some pressure built up, especially in these circumstances." Her blue eyes flickered back to his, meeting his wavering, tear-filled stare. Only, instead of the furious judgement he'd been expecting, she looked rather embarassed herself. "Was...this because of that night...in the tavern?" She asked uncertainly. Not sure exactly what she meant, Marcus just nodded quickly, **** for this all to over, or at the very least for a hole to swallow him into the floor. "I...know boys have trouble controlling their urges sometimes." His mother continued breathlessly, her eyes fixed on his face. "It's...not your fault, really, you just need to be more careful with these things."

"Mother!" Marcus yelped shrilly. This almost felt worse than her being angry at him!

"Right, yes." She stammered, before taking a deep breath in. That seemed to steady her, and she straightened back to her full height. "Well...we'd better get this bed stripped." She continued, slipping back into her usual stern tone so quickly Marcus could almost believe he'd imagined she'd changed at all, were it not for the faint, pink flush still colouring her cheeks, and his own **** shame that this had happened to him at all.

Already she was leaning over the bed and yanking up the sheets, and he let out a gasp of relief as she folded them neatly over the wet stain, hiding it from view, if not from both their memories. Gathering up the fabric into a neat bundle, the queen held it all up, close to her chest.

"We'll take these back to my room, I can slip them in with the other washing, and none of Theodora's servants will ever have to know." She proclaimed, turning back towards the door. "Come, Marcus. You still need to get ready before we meet your aunt again." His head spinning and cheeks blazing, the young prince meekly followed his mother out into the corridor, silently praying that the rest of this day was going to go better than the start.