• 1-Suikoden V - Genso Freyjadour
• 2-Voyeurs
• 3-Sharing is caring
• 4-Fun for the whole family
• 5-Sialeeds, unabashed

He was super hard. Why did she have to be gone just this morning? Faroush looked around the room. Peaceful, silent. Soft sunlight was basking the Sun Palace and illuminating the room in a calming silvery tone. He had been waiting for a while now for her to come back. Then there was his cock. He had tried not to touch it, but almost involuntarily, he had given it a few strokes. It was still up, so hard, aching, demanding. But he wanted to save it for Lyon.

He couldn't take it anymore. The waiting, sitting on his bed doing nothing, with his hard cock jutting straight up from his crotch, without knowing when Lyon was coming back. He stood up, which made a drop of precum dropped from the head, and wrote a quick note, then dragged a pair of baggy orange shorts on. His unrelenting erection rubbed teasingly against the fabric, and he almost rubbed the bulge, but with a sigh he stopped and rushed out of his quarters, not even caring to cover his upper body.

Right into the lion's maw, so to speak. Just a few steps into the corridor, he came across a very tired-looking Sialeeds. That is, until she saw him.

"Oh-oh! What a strapping lad you are, Faroush," she said, her eyes intent on his obvious manhood, and then going up his bare chest. He was already very self-conscious of himself, and then he caught himself staring at the revealing purple dress and especially the open cleavage of his aunt.

"I could take care of that, you know," she said and with a surprisingly simple and quick movement, she suddenly lowered the sides of her dress off from her shoulders, revealing her supple breasts and their inviting nipples to Faroush in the open corridor. Faroush almost wanted to grab them, and to ease his aching erection between them, but instead, he just blushed fiercely, turned his face down and rushed past Sialeeds, leaving her standing in the corridor with her tits bare, a little flabbergasted, and she didn't move until he was already gone.

It was for his luck and the early morning hour that he didn't run into anyone else, managing to avoid the few servants and guards making their rounds as he made his way through the silvery cool corridors of the palace. He stopped by a portway and watered some plants - several feet away. In his condition, he was lucky to spray straight forward, aiming down would have been impossible. He almost kept on shaking, but managed to tuck the pestering piece of meat away and continue.

And finally he arrived at the royal baths. They were not as big as some of the public bathhouses in Sol-Falena, but then again, they were limited to the royal family. As he hoped, the baths had been prepared already, with a steaming hot pool and a cooler pool. Still his cock persisted, now with his shorts in the dressing cabinet. He took a sponge and cleaned himself off, not being able to resist taking the sponge around his erection, it felt so good...

No! Another drop of precum dripped to the bathroom floor, but he made his way to the cooler bath. It was... not warm, not cold. Mild, and he felt like stroking himself off, even right there in the water. Suddenly the image of Sialeeds came to his mind, his aunt standing in the morning light of the corridor, her tits bare and obviously offering them to him, squeezed together a little between her arms, their nipples pointed... would she have done it? Faroush breathed heavily, and his cock spasmed. If it had been going a little softer, it was as hard as it could be again.

Frustrated, he went to the hot bath. It was not scalding hot, but almost. Pleased with himself, he couldn't jerk off in this hot water, even if he wanted to. And he wanted. As he lay in the hot water, relaxing, his cock standing up under the surface, he hoped Lyon would arrive soon. He thought of her cute smile first, but that quickly changed to the ecstatic expressions she would make in the heat of passion, and her moans, and her naked body, her pert tits and the soft yet firm feel of her back, buttocks, thighs...

He couldn't help it, and gave his aching cock a few strokes in the hot water. He couldn't keep that on... not in that bath. So he moved to the cooler bath, but this time only put his legs in, and sat on the ledge. Faroush really hoped Lyon would arrive soon as he started stroking off, finally giving his cock the attention it had demanded. He thought of Lyon, kissing her, making love to her, the feeling of her pussy... and on, to raunchier memories, like when he had woken up like now, but with Lyon beside him, and feeling immensely horny, didn't wake her up but instead stroked off and then blasted his cum all over her cute, sleeping face. She woke up, but instead of reprimands, she just licked his sloppy cock clean, her face and hair splattered with his sperm, and they took it as a habit...

Images flashed in his mind, of fucking Lyon in the palace garden, to Sialeeds, just before, and images of having sex with her, and... his mom. His mother, the Queen. But he couldn't stop, so he stroked his member, feeling hot regardless of the bath, thinking of Arshtat Falenas' voluptuous, supple breasts, the naked, curvy body of his mother... when the door to the baths opened, and Faroush snapped from his reverie.

"Lyon!" he exclaimed.

"Not quite," came a voice.

"M-mom!" yelped Faroush, and quickly scampered down into the bath to hide his erection.

"Good morning, Faroush," she said. She wasn't stopping, she was coming straight for the bath he was in, and naked, of course. Faroush couldn't take his eyes off from his mother. Her full breasts hung beautifully over her chest, and her hips were curvy in a way that Lyon didn't quite manage, though Sialeeds might. She picked up the sponge he had used, and casually wiped her body, her tits hanging so full, tantalizing Faroush's eyes along with the rest of her body.

"Didn't you see my sign on the door?" he said.

"Yes, I saw... but I didn't expect anything like this," she said with a smile.

So she had seen. Faroush blushed, but with the bath and his heat, it didn't add much. Then she stood up, and Faroush watched apprehensively as she came closer and descended into the bath.

"Enough room for me I hope?"

"Y-yes," gasped Faroush, watching her beautiful body settle in the bath, right across his standing erection.

"Waiting for Lyon?" she asked, fitting snugly across him in the oval-shaped bath.

"Y-yeah," he said.

"Mm," she uttered in response, then looked away, to the light-spreading window at the far wall. Faroush couldn't help staring at her breasts, their large areolas partly over the water. This was not the first time he had fantasized about his mother... but it was the first time he was feeling so strongly together in the baths with her. But then, he suddenly found her caressing her foot up the way of his leg, and then she reached his hardness.

"With this?" asked Arshat, turning a burning gaze toward him. Faroush looked at the Sun Rune at her forehead, but just as quickly her expression softened. "We may need to something about this, dear Faroush," she said, her tone soft and calm, like the touch of her toes and her foot on his hard shaft.

He breathed heavily, lying in the bath stunned and unmoving, yet taking his eyes on his mother's beautiful silver hair, smiling face and ample bust. She was caressing his penis softly with her toes and the whole foot under the water, then moved to his balls and back again. Faroush finally caught control of himself, and felt a rush of excitement course through him. He had wanted this for so long. He looked at her beautiful thighs, what he could see of them under the water, and grabbed the leg caressing him to stop her, then he stood up, revealing his standing hard-on and lean, wet body to his mother.

"Do you really want to this, mother?"

"Well, Lyon really should take better care of all your needs, but since she's not here..." she uttered lightly, yet her face intent with temptation.

"Then hold up your tits," he said.

"Anything for you, Faroush," she said and gathered her ample breasts in her arms over the water. With a serious look on Faroush's face masking his excitement, he approached Arshtat and once he found solid footing in front of her, he thrust his cock straight forward in her cleavage. As he continued, he felt his cock spill several spurts of precum as he started to relax and let his tension go.

"How does it feel?" she said.

"Feels so good... I love your tits, mom."

"Oh thank you," she cooed. He moved lower, thrusting his cock up the Queen's cleavage, and she helped him by massaging the hard rod between her now slick bosoms. There was some red on her face, and instead of the bath, most of it was from giving her son a breastfuck.

"Now open your mouth, mom," he commanded.

"You're not going to spurt your thick load in your mother's mouth, are you, my son?"

As much as the thought tempted Faroush, he replied, "No, I want to come all over your face and tits. I can do that, can't I?", going suddenly meeker.

"Yes, certainly," the Queen affirmed, and then accepted Faroush's slick cock into her mouth. She licked the head and took her lips back and forth over it at first, but then Faroush pressed her head against the ledge, and started fucking her mouth fast. She muffled and gasped for air, but Faroush was relentless, thrusting his cock between her lips and deep into her mouth in rapid succession. She breathed heavily through her nose and tried to accommodate him the best she could with her tongue and lips. She was also caressing ballsack, and thought about giving him an iron squeeze if he got too harsh.

However, she didn't have to harm the royal jewels when he suddenly stopped, flushed and heaving for breath, looking hazily down at her as he started stroking his slimy meat.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," he uttered in teenage exasperation and lust.

"Yes," started Arshat, but then she was already cut off by the surprise of the first spurt. She lifted up her bosom again as Faroush's cock sprayed her face from close distance, shooting thick white loads all over her features. Her nose, cheeks, forehead, lips and tongue were quickly covered with his son's sperm, and with her eyes closed, she felt him lean over her, still groaning and heaving, as his spurts now sprinkled on her tits. A few thick loads flew all over the round mounds from his spasming cock, and more dripped from her chin.

In the end, Faroush's spooge was all over her face and chest. She was a complete mess with her son's cum. The area from her forehead to left eyebrow, over the left eye and onto her left cheek along the ridge of her nose was completely glazed with his spunk, and she took a taste of all the jism splattered on her lips and tongue. And there was more, drooling down her throat and dripping off her chin to cover her busts, their curves already covered with strands of semen trailing into her cleavage or over her nipples.

"Mm... such a nice load of royal seed, much like your father's," said Arshtat, smacking her sloppy lips together. Faroush was still heaving, and leaning over her, supporting himself on the ledge with one hand and holding his slimy dick with the other, still dripping some more spunk on his mother's tits. Arshat gave his deep red cockhead a kiss, and just after that, Faroush suddenly spun around and laid heavily down on the floor beside the bath, his feet still in the water.

"Let me see," he said, a high note in his tone despite the heaving.

Arshtat stood up, keeping her jizz-covered eye still closed, and turned to Faroush.

"Wow, mom..."

"I'm sure you give Lyon the same kind of attention," she replied, wiping cum from her eyelid and trying to get the sticky stuff off from her hand in the water. Her fingers remained sticky, but she got both her eyes open. Then she bent down and wrapped Faroush's member between her cum-slick tits again, feeling the semi-soft dick quiver as she massaged it and Faroush watched her. "Oh, you're a healthy young man, Faroush..."