It was almost morning when I was jolted awake from a nightmare. The memory of the dream was foggy, but I was able to remember that it had been about my father, James, the King of Wales. He had been chasing me through the forest, as if I were a fox he was hunting. It had been terrifying. That said, I regained my bearings and ascertained that, yes, I was safe at home in the castle, in my private room. Everything was the same as usual; my cat laid at the footstep of the bed, and my mirror on the dresser had a crack in the corner. Everything was the same, that was, except that I had my own mother laying naked asleep next to me. I leaned in and gently kissed along the nape of her neck, waking her. We had to talk about last night.
She rubbed her eyes and asked, “What’s wrong, Michael? Why are you waking me up?”
“It’s almost morning,” I said. “You should return to your royal chambers before The King returns from the fox hunt.”
She looked into my eyes blanky for a second, as if in a split second remembering all the sordid details of the sex we’d enjoyed the night before.
“Okay,” she replied, grabbing her bra and panties from the floor and putting them on. “Let’s talk more about this, our relationship later.”
She quietly closed the door and left my room.
I sat there in the morning glow in silence, thinking about the previous day’s events. I spared a moment to relish in the fact that I was fucking my mother, whom I loved with all my heart, and that she’d loved everything we’d done together. Then I had to get serious; I knew I had to do something to keep from getting caught. The King of Wales, my father, was a terrible man. He could have me executed for my indiscretions. I would have to do everything I could to keep this a secret from the public, and the rest of my family members. Growing up it actually was a good thing that I was never close with any of my brothers. We had grown up fighting like most children do, but, because we were royalty, we’d never really stopped. In fact, although our conflicts had grown more subtle over the years, in my opinion they’d gotten worse. The question of succession was a weight pressing down on all of our chests. My brothers felt cheated, as all younger sons of kings do, and I felt their resentment and ambition, constantly wondering if one or more of them had finally decided to make a move. My father certainly wasn’t above pitting us against each other. He dangled the faintest hope that he might name some other son his heir, if only the stars aligned – if I displeased him too much, or if one of my siblings accomplished something truly exceptional, or, obviously, if there were an ‘accident.’
I looked over to the clock, and realized I’d been fretting for quite awhile. Soon, my servants would come to dress me and take me to the royal Didim Escort kitchen. I would have to pass through the great hall to get there; I wondered if I could find a way to catch Gwen alone and speak with her.
I got up from the bed and walked over to my dresser. Suddenly, my bedroom door loudly creaked, and my servant, Jennifer, entered.
“My Prince” she exclaimed. “Good morning! Please, don’t bother dressing yourself, let me do that for you.”
She walked over to me with a tired look on her face. I wondered what was troubling her.
I obliged her, dropping the shirt I had previously begun putting on to the floor.
“How did you sleep, my Prince?” she asked, oblivious to the fact I was still grinning ear to ear from having hours of unprotected sex with my own mother.
“Didn’t get much sleep, in all honesty,” I replied.
“You haven’t had any breakfast yet; am I correct in assuming that, Your Highness?” Her hands moved swiftly over my body as we spoke; she was quite practiced at getting me dressed.
She motioned for me to lift my leg, as it was time to put on some royal trousers.
“Oh, excuse me,” I said, awkwardly putting my first leg into the right hand pant leg.
“Next leg.” Jennifer motioned for me to lift my left. This time, I didn’t stumble like a fool.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye her intense focus on my private area as she pulled up the pants. Normally, she never seemed to stare. But today felt different. Perhaps Jennifer was aroused by the sight of my manhood in my boxers. There had indeed been something noticeably different about her mood this morning. If anything, the conversation had felt more unfocused than usual. So when she zipped up the fly of my trouser, I wasn’t completely shocked when I felt her hand linger on my crotch for a few extra seconds.
I was finally ready to go to the great hall for breakfast, and I was ready to talk to my mother about our relationship. But before that, I had to finish with Jennifer.
“Thank you Jennifer. You may make your way down to the great hall for breakfast now.”
She bowed and left my room. I looked myself over once thoroughly in the mirror, donned my crown, and left my chambers.It was then, as I closed my bedroom door, that I heard the loud, booming noise of the castle’s moat door opening.
Oh no, I thought to myself.
My Father had returned from the fox hunt. I quickly steeled myself mentally and rushed down the hall to my mother’s room. I peeked through the door, but she was still asleep. I would have to talk to her about our relationship later. I wouldn’t even have time to extract a promise that she’d keep our sex a secret. I didn’t think she’d tell anyone, but it would have made me feel better to look her in the eye and hear her say Didim Escort Bayan it. The King wasn’t merely vicious; he was cunning.
There was nothing left to do but head downstairs to breakfast. Even with the return of the King weighing on my mind, I was ravenous. I’d had a strenuous night, after all.
The Royal Portraits of my ancestors seemed to glare at me as I passed through the halls, as if somehow they knew I was an incestuous degenerate. Fortunately, they were incapable of revealing my secret to my father. That was all that I cared about. I didn’t feel ashamed at all.
I found my seat at the end of the long breakfast table and began to stuff my face with food. It wasn’t until I was nearly done with my second bagel that my father, The King of Wales, entered the room.
I was in the middle of a bite from said delicious bagel when he playfully slapped me on the back and said, “Good Morning my beloved son, Michael! How did you sleep?”
I swallowed the bite of food in my mouth and replied, “I slept very well. Thank you, Father.”
Visions of my mother’s naked, sweating body from the night before floated through my mind. Meanwhile, my father began a conversation with one of his servants about preparing the fox he had brought home. He wanted the entire royal family to sit down and eat it for dinner tonight. Personally, I dreaded having to spend more time with my father, and had begun to resent the idea of having to do anything at all – besides dumping more hot semen into my mother’s pussy, that was.
It was obvious to me soon after my father’s entrance into the dining room that he was completely oblivious. Cunning though he was, he wouldn’t have been able to contain his rage or his vengeance if he had any knowledge. At the very least, he would have interrogated me at the table. I chuckled evilly to myself. For once, my father was the fool.
We stayed in the dining hall long into the morning. I finished my meal and sipped some morning wine. Then I excused myself and left the dining hall to visit a bathroom. It was along my way to the bathroom that I noticed what could only have been Gwen’s royal purple cape disappear behind the closing bathroom door. I was desperate to speak to her – so desperate that ambushing her in the bathroom seemed like a good idea. I opened the door without knocking and barged in.
Gwen was standing in front of one of the sinks, her back to me. She had one hand expertly moving a brush through her thick hair, the other hand propping herself up on the sink.
I closed the door behind me and said, “Don’t worry about your hair. You look beautiful.”
She turned around with a shocked look on her face, only to realize it was me.
“Oh my God, Michael, what are you doing here?” she asked nervously.
I Escort Didim smiled mischievously at her reaction. “What, a young boy can’t be alone in the bathroom with his mother?”
She couldn’t help but blush at my comment.
“You’re in here with me, Gwen.” I continued. “Your hair is beautiful, and I think you’re beautiful too.”
She locked eyes with me and said, “I appreciate all the compliments, it’s just you barging in here that surprised me. I guess after last night I’m just a little on edge.”
I smirked and said, “I get that; it’s my fault for coming in without knocking. I also wanted to talk with you.”
She turned away from me and looked in the mirror. “I’m not quite sure how to talk with you after last night,” she said.
“What I said last night,” I replied, “about loving you, wanting to be with you, about wanting you to have my babies… it is ALL true. I want to support you not just as a son, but as a lover and confidant.”
She turned around to face me. She placed her hands on my chest and said, “Michael, after leaving your room this morning to sleep in my bed again… I can confidently say I never want to sleep in a bed without you again! But the path to our love might be incredibly complicated… Our sex was so amazing and I can’t stop myself from imagining more of it, or what our child would look like. But in reality I couldn’t even imagine getting pregnant now!”
“Mom,” I explained, “you need to realize I have seen you as more than my mother for quite some time. I masturbated to the thought of you hundreds of times growing up. I definitely want to get you pregnant, but I know it can’t happen right now. Maybe one day we can figure out how to be together.”
She stepped away from me and looked into my eyes once more.
“What if we get caught?”
I shrugged.
“We’d have to drastically change our lives. I mean, there is no escaping our royal heritage. You are the Queen of this country and if you get pregnant, people are going to think it’s my Father’s child, not mine! So in that regard, I think we are safe from being caught in the public eye. But, I can’t imagine a life without you being mine, and only mine. I know you’ve been with the King for some time, but now that we’ve been together, the idea of living a life without you is almost too painful to even contemplate.”
Gwen paused for a moment to think, and looked away from me.
“I love you, Michael; that much I know for sure. But I can’t be with you like that right now. I’m sorry.”
She lowered her head and meekly, but quickly, brushed past me. A moment later, I was alone in the bathroom.
I was stunned. I knew she loved me. I knew she wanted me. The woman I loved was being forced by the constraints of the ‘normal’ world we lived in to turn her back on me. I knew we’d have a difficult road ahead of us, but I was already fully committed to making it work. For the moment, I decided that I needed to give the Queen more time. It wouldn’t do to push too hard; that would turn me into my father. I would just have to be patient.