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Every soul in Galorium respected the High Family. Yes, there were those who disliked them or disagreed with the decisions taken by the High Family. But everyone respected them.
And it was earned. From the very first generation, every member of the High Family, had proved themselves. Some were exceptional strategists, some exceptional scholars, some the best silver tongue, navigators, philosophers, and so on.
Lyra stood in her bed chambers, at the foot of her bed, looking at the lean but muscular body on her bed.
At the age of twenty, her son had already proved himself an exceptional swordsman. Very few in Galorium can fight him in sparing duels and win, and those numbers were dwindling every day. It was only three years ago when he had shown interest in swordsmanship, and began his travel across the lands of Galorium to hone his skills. Two years later, he returned a warrior. People called him High Son since the moment he was born, but only when he was nineteen did people mean it.
A smile crept on her lips.
Earlier that night, her night with him was interrupted by her duties as High Mother. She was going to wake her son up if she had to when she had finished her duties and continue her night with her son, but now that she was there, her heart couldn’t come to wake him. He looked so peaceful.
She turned to head for her mirror on the far side of the room. A quick brush to her raven black hair, get out of her gown, and she could get some sleep.
“Ha!”
The voice stopped Lyra stopped in her tracks. Her smile turned into a grin as she turned back to her bed.
Dalius was perched up on one elbow, showing all his teeth. “Did I fool you, mother?”
“Not even for a moment,” Lyra lied, walking toward the bed. She stood by the bedside with her hands on her hips.
Dalius studied his mother–the white translucent gown, split on both sides starting from her hips, the neckline going all the way to her belly button showing ample cleavage, and her nipples poking through the gown. When his eyes reached Lyra’s thinly veiled pussy, he couldn’t help but wet his lips.
Still on one elbow, Dalius leaned forward, placing his nose between her legs. He took a deep sniff through her gown.
“I did fool you. I smelled you and your womanhood standing by the bed for ages, mother. And you smell stronger now than before you left.”
“Are you complaining?” Lyra asked, watching her son breathe in her aroma.
She felt his smile spread against her skin. Lyra lifted a leg, the split on the gown parted softly, and she placed her smooth foot on the bed, between her son’s thighs.
Her juices had flowed down her thigh. Dalius kissed his mother’s exposed thigh, just above the knee. He tasted her juices, then ran his tongue along the length of her thigh.
When her son’s tongue reached her upper thigh, Lyra parted the gown, making a clear path to her pussy. She felt his breath on her pussy, his warm sigh as he began lapping.
Dalius snaked his hands under the thin gown on his mother’s ass, and pulled her into his face. Finally, he came up for air. His mother was smiling down Lefkoşa Escort on him. He reached up, touched her face, and ran his thumb softly on her luscious pink lips.
Lyra opened her mouth, and extended her tongue. Her son ran his thumb over her tongue. Spit was collecting on her tongue, and it began drooling on her cleavage. As the first strands of spit hit her cleavage, she took her son’s thumb into her mouth and sucked it like she would suck cock.
Lyra was a woman who lived by her principles. One of them stated–anything in her mouth is deemed to be treated as special as a cock, should be as respected as a cock, should be as revered as a cock.
“Yes, I think I have a complaint,” Dalius said.
Lyra didn’t want to reply. Speaking would mean no sucking on the thumb and she didn’t want that.
Dalius pulled his hand away. Lyra leaned with her tongue out, trying to follow the thumb, and take it back in her mouth. Dalius brought his thumb to his lips. His mother placed her tongue on his thumb and sealed his mouth with her lips, trying to suck his thumb, his lips, and when Dalius parted his lips and brought his tongue out, his mother sucked that too.
Lyra kissed her son deep, with passion and with need. She pulled back, and drooled her spit into his mouth.
Dalius reveled in her taste. He moaned as he swallowed her spit. When he opened his eyes, his mother was smiling down on him. She leaned for another kiss, but Dalius pulled back.
“I have a complaint,” Dalius said. “Will you give me audience, High Mother?”
Dalius had addressed her as High Mother, and as playful that may be, she couldn’t let it go unanswered. Lyra slipped from being a mother to being the High Mother.
“Yes, High Son. Speak your concern.”
Dalius threw the sheets off his body and got off the bed.
Lyra ran her eyes on her son’s lean and muscular body. He stood taller than her, almost as tall as her husband. She placed her hand on his warm chest, and planted her hip against his, grinding against the hard cock pointing up.
“You see, High Mother, I’ve spent so many days and nights ripping the gown off my mother’s body but somehow she keeps finding more of those.”
Lyra burst into laughing.
“Don’t laugh, High Mother. This is important. I don’t my whore mother to wear anything.”
“Well, what does the whore wear?”
“Something like…” Dalius said, running his fingers softly over down her neck, through the deep neckline, tweaked one of her nipple, and traced the finger all the way to her pussy. Lyra moaned as her son parted her pussy lips and pushed the finger. He brought the finger to his lips and licked it clean.
“Something like this,” Darius said.
Lyra raised on her tips to take her lips close to her son’s. She gave his lips a gentle lick. She stayed there, their lips brushing, their breaths mixing.
“Maybe you’re not doing it right, High son. Show me how you rip the clothes off the whore’s body.”
A smile spread on Dalius’s lips. Its slyness reached his eyes as he slipped his thumbs on both shoulder straps. He’d ripped her Kıbrıs Escort gown so many times that he knew the perfect way to rip it, a smooth motion that will extend the already deep neckline further down and rip the gown from front. He could do it with his eyes closed… And thumbs under the shoulder straps was definitely not the way.
Dalius slipped the thumb down her back, and yanked the strap away. Lyra jerked backward. She yelped. Before she recovered her balance, Dalius spun her, pulled her towards her, reached his hands around to grab the gown on both sides of the neckline, and ripped them apart.
Dalius spun his mother once again to face him, and pulled her hips onto him. He was hard, and his mother was already dripping wet. He pushed his cock inside her.
Lyra wasn’t ready for that. She thought like every time her son was going to tear the gown from the front. She wasn’t expecting the rough handling. When his cock went inside her, her mouth went agape with pleasure. Her pleasure soared as Dalius leaned down and spit into her mouth.
She closed her eyes, and began grinding her pussy on his cock, but Dalius pulled out. He kissed her cleavage, ran his tongue down to kiss her belly button, and then her mons pubis.
With the proper respect given to the High Mother, it was time to respect her like proper whore. He threw spit in his mother’s mouth again, and pushed her onto the bed.
Lyra fell with a giggle. Her son had seen her breasts so many times, and yet his eyes stayed glued to them as she fell. She sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled her son between her legs. She kissed his chest, then his pubic mound, right at the base of her son’s penis.
“Well, you rip the gown masterfully,” Lyra said. “Maybe your mother doesn’t want to stay naked around you. You need to give her a reason.”
“Trust me, High Mother,” Dalius smacked Lyra’s face with his cock. “I would never shy away from giving that whore a reason.”
Lyra held her son’s cock with both hands, squeezed a little. “Let me check that reason.”
She pecked the tip of his cock, gave it a little lick, then kissed along the side of the shaft all the way to its base. She spent few moments licking there, then came back to kiss the tip. This time, it was more than a peck. She licked the bottom of the tip, ran her tongue around the mushroom, then took the head between her lips… and sucked hard.
Dalius groaned.
The guttural sound made her proud. She licked the bottom of the shaft, from base to tip, and took sucked the mushroom again. Few more times, then she swallowed all of her son’s cock.
Dalius placed a hand on his mother’s head, keeping her there. When he let her go, she pulled back, panting for air, and gave a sly smile to her son.
She opened her mouth to say something, but Dalius shoved his cock back in her mouth.
“Stop talking, you whore,” Dalius said. He grabbed the sides of her head and began fucking her mouth. “You like that, don’t you?”
She wasn’t a High Mother anymore. She was a whore, and nothing more. And Lyra enjoyed it.
“Do Girne Escort you know how many in Galorium can’t see you for what you are,” Dalius said, continuing to fuck her mouth. “They see you as High Mother when you’re in front of them. But in their wettest dreams, you are their whore.”
Lyra moaned.
“Thought so,” Dalius said, laughing. “But they can’t pack the courage. They would fuck you as a High Mother, but I tell them, they haven’t experienced you if they haven’t fucked you like a cheap cock pleasure maid.”
Lyra twisted her nipple, her other hand played with her pussy. She felt her son was close to cumming. Her own orgasm was not far.
Dalius pulled his cock out, leaving an empty feeling in Lyra’s mouth. He picked her and threw towards the center of the bed.
Lyra spread her legs, inviting her son’s cock into her pussy, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and pulled him into her. her lips, both pairs were in ecstasy. Her sons cock went deep in her pussy, his tongue in her mouth.
Dalius fucked. His pushes were hard and rough, and throughout the fucking, Lyra desperately tried to keep their mouths locked on each other.
His thrusts were getting deeper and longer. Her son was close. He was about to cum inside her, and the thought alone made her orgasm. Lyra moaned into her son’s mouth, and bit his lower lip.
And then she felt him stop and throb inside her. She tightened her legs and pulled him deeper into her. She tried to kiss again, but Dalius backed his head, leaving Lyra opened mouthed, begging for a kiss.
Dalius spit into her mouth. To Lyra, that was better than a kiss, especially when her son was flooding her womanhood at the the moment.
Dalius let his head fall on her. They panted into each other’s mouth and stayed like that till they caught their breath. Then he rolled over and laid beside her mother, sucking her breasts. Lyra drooled on her breasts, watched the spit trickle its way to her nips and in the hungry mouth of her son.
“I will miss you, Dalius,” Lyra said.
“Where are you going?”
“Not me, you are. You don’t want to know who it was that interrupted us earlier?”
“Uh, I got distracted.”
Lyra laughed, and ran her fingers through her son’s hair. “It was a messenger. Your father’s messenger. He wants you to ready your army. You have two weeks.”
Dalius gave a little bite to her nipple. Lyra smacked his face, playfully.
“Two weeks is plenty, mother.”
“I want you to do something else to. Do you remember Hellena?”
Dalius shook his head without letting go of his mother’s breasts.
“The one that retired recently.”
Dalius shook his head again. Lyra laughed. Her son knew Hellena, but was pretending and she knew why.
“The redguard… early fifties… um let’s see… the one who beat your ass every time in a sword duel?”
Dalius frowned and bit her breasts.
“I want you to pay her a visit,” Lyra said. “See if she’s in trouble. But don’t let your purpose know outright. I have asked for Ironhand in the morning. I will explain more then.”
Dalius perked up. “That’s enough time for another round.”
Lyra burst into laughter. “And then you will sleep with your cock still inside me.”
Dalius kissed his mother. “Do you know you’re not just a whore, right?”
Lyra raised an eyebrow. “What am I then?”
“You’re a High Whore.”