Exile of the Crown Pt. 03

CHAPTER 5. COCONUT JUICE

Over the next morning, Caylan watched as more and more women accepted Adelaide into their group. She moved among them, her bare breasts now blending with theirs.

"They think your mother's finally accepted you as her breeder," Kanavasi said, his gaze lingering as the women laughed and guided Adelaide's hands to their swollen bellies.

Kanavasi turned, but Caylan was gone. He glanced around and spotted him hiding behind a tree, peering at the women and specifically at his own mother.

Less likely, hiding behind the tree, she would notice him peering at her sweet pink soft nipples. Mum's nipples weren't hard at all because of the warm weather, but so attractive, as were her entire breasts, large, the size of his head. It hovered over the ground, and shook every time Adelaide laughed, raising a hand to cover her mouth. Each thrust of her breasts made him shudder and blush. It felt like something inside him exploded or burst, filling his blood with honey.

Kanavasi turned with a smirk, blocking the view. "Looks like the itching plan worked."

"What do you mean?" Caylan asked, distracted.

"My mother. Used itching to... to make your mother stop wearing clothes. Now you can love her."

"I... umm... " Caylan was still hiding behind the tree, giving his hard-on time to loosen up a bit. "Thanks to your mother of course, but I love my Mum as it is... I'm not her... breeder."

"You. Are. Strange. You are her only son but you refuse to be with her," Kanavasi said, eyeing Caylan from head to toe. Well, eyeing part of Caylan that he could see. "I want you to join me in my hunt. Come, or stay here and hide all day."

Kanavasi, without waiting for an answer, headed into the jungle. Caylan sighed and followed. He glanced back one last time at his mother. Adelaide was laughing, surrounded by women who offered her amulets. Her breasts were now covered by a mix of colorful beads, twigs, flowers, seaweed, and pearls.

Why consanguinity is bad?

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Prince Caylan sat at his desk in the royal library, surrounded by rows of ancient books and scrolls. The soft afternoon light streamed through the tall stained-glass windows, painting colorful patterns on the marble floor.

Adelaide stood by the window, her amber eyes watched over him.

"Don't get distracted, Caylan. We're not done with today's lesson. Finish your reading, and then you can go play with your sisters. Or, if you'd like, we could visit the forest again, but only if you work very hard." She smiled for a moment, her dimples showing, but then her face returned to the stern look of a strict teacher.

"Mum," Caylan asked, looking up from his scroll. "Why did Uncle Darst lose his claim to the throne?"

Adelaide made a long sigh. "You've heard the rumors, haven't you?"

Caylan nodded. "He married his niece. I just thought is it really that terrible to marry family?"

A long silence followed, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind outside. Adelaide's face softened for a moment, but her voice remained steady.

"That's just how the world works. And also some traditions are there to protect our kingdom, Caylan," she said. "The royal bloodline must remain pure. Marrying within the family, especially close family, is just bad, Caylan. A taboo."

She walked over, standing behind him. Her hands moved through his light brown hair, her fingers gently scratching his scalp. Caylan relaxed under Adelaide's touch.

"There are things, rumors, for which you are still too young, sweetie. Even I know little about them. Your father once told me that blood mixing can be a path to dark magic."

Caylan opened his mouth in surprise though he really enjoyed the scalp massage. She had long nice fingers.

"We wouldn't want a wicked sorcerer to take the throne, would we?" Adelaide leaned down, meeting his eyes. "These are just rumors, my dear. Don't be afraid. But do you understand that loving family members in that way is wrong?"

Caylan nodded solemnly.

"Good boy," she said with a soft smile. "Now, give Mommy a kiss." She tapped her cheek with her finger.

Caylan gladly brought his lips to kiss her pale, warm, sweet skin. He loved kissing his mommy so much.

"Mmm... My sweet boy."

"I love you, Mum," he said as always.

"And I love you, my dear," she replied, as she always did. Her cheek seemed to glow from his kiss.

"Today we'll finish early," she said, stepping back. "Go play."

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"You're good... with bow, Cray-Laugh." Kanavasi and Caylan were dragging several boar carcasses behind them, while Kanavasi also carried a handful of colorful herbs.

"My name is Caylan," he corrected, a small grin tugging at his lips. "But yeah, thanks. I spent a lot of time hunting in the forests of Aetherfall. My mother and I used to ride out together, though she never quite liked it when I took down game. She's a peaceful soul, always more in tune with the quiet beauty of nature."

They were hauling boars when, suddenly, Ranraelci appeared before them. The people around were amazed by Kanavasi and Caylan's impressive catch. Caylan felt like a confident victor, but Kanavasi nervously watched his mother.

"We... brought... food. Caylan, great hunter. And I brought plants for the Water of Life," Kanavasi said in Caylan's language for some reason, though he was talking to his chief-mother. His eyes were on her as he offered the colorful herbs.

Ranarelci's expression didn't change. She said something in their native tongue, her tone clearly angry. Kanavasi stepped closer, his voice taking on an unusual tone, intense, almost fervent, as if he were confessing love. He pointed at the boars and then moved even closer. His lips reached toward hers, just upward toward her face, but she pushed him away, grabbed the plants for Water of Life, and walked off.

"She seems upset," Caylan said.

"She despises me." Kanavasi sighed. "You're the eldest son. You can have your mother. But you don't... I don't understand." And with that, Kanavasi walked away, leaving Caylan alone with the boars.

Caylan shrugged and dragged the carcasses back to his hut. He headed to the water to keep looking for food, adjusting his makeshift net. They need fish. He thought about how he kissed Adelaide, how he loved her breasts.

She's the most gorgeous woman and she's my mother. Life is cruel sometimes. I must be the unluckiest guy ever.

He was busy with fish and didn't notice Adelaide appear behind him.

"Caylan?" she called. Her neck was adorned with amulets, flowers woven into her hair. Her charms covered her bare tits, swaying slightly as she moved. In one hand, she held a coconut, sipping casually, her eyes locked on him.

"Uhhh. Hi, Mum... You look unusual," Caylan smirked.

"I've become pretty popular for some unknown reason," she said, taking another sip. She was acting a bit awkward. "This coconut juice is amazing. It's tangy, salty, and so addictive. It's just perfect for me."

"You know, I never asked, but why is your sense of taste so sharp, anyway?"

"Not sure," she replied, gazing at the sea. "Probably runs in the family. When you're from a bloodline with as many kings and queens as mine, you learn to savor every detail, especially when it's life or death. Poison detection has its perks. Guess that's why I taste everything a little... sharper. It sharpened my palate. But the best part? Wine hits me harder."

She giggled and took another sip, her eyes flicking to him as he worked. "You know," she murmured, "the women around here seemed really impressed with you. Now I'm starting to see why. Bringing back all that food? Pretty impressive."

"My skills with the bow came in handy, Mother."

He froze, feeling her fingers on his back and neck. "You kissed my neck so tenderly when we... were doing that thing yesterday," she whispered. Her voice was so sensual and slow. A sultry blend of heat. He turned around while she was still rubbing his hair with her long fingers. She used to do that when he was a little boy.

Adelaide's breasts were obscured by the amulets, but he thought he could see part of her right nipple.

"I wanted to talk to you," Adelaide began, her voice trembling as she looked away. "Yesterday, when we were hugging and you... saw me naked, something inside me shifted. For a moment, it all hit me, the weight of everything. My husband is probably gone. My daughters too. I've lost so much. You're the only one I have left, Caylan."

She gently moved her hand from the back of Caylan's neck to his chest, trailing her long, soft, and damp fingers along each muscle, shoulder and along his strong belly. Her other hand still held the coconut.

"But I still let myself be rude, angry at you, the way I always was when we were back at home. I was angry when you just wanted to kiss me or... When you talked about how you cared about my comfort and you didn't mind me not wearing tribe's garments... you put me first, and I let those old rules and fears take over. Ranarelci was so right, it's all so meaningless now. She's a wise woman. They know more than we do. There's nothing wrong with kissing with my big baby, and you seeing my bare breasts... Ummm... Caylan." She looked down, her eyebrow high." Do you have a boner now or did you have one before?"

"Ohh... Well. It was before. You just didn't notice." He lied.

She smiled, her lips curving with a hint of mischief, almost laughing. "See? I've changed so much; I would never be able to ask something like that before. I'm standing here, completely bare before you, and yet I feel safe. So free. No more boundaries, no more restrictions. We've grown distant over the last few years, but it feels like destiny brought us to this tribe, doesn't it?"

"I guess." Caylan gulped. He had an incredible hard-on. And the thought that she could see him and not care made his blood burn fiery. Her slender fingers continued to massage his muscles, and he couldn't help but wish they would go lower, to massage his most favourite muscle.

"These people, they love each other so purely, so deeply, as a mother and son should," Adelaide continued. "And now, they're inviting us to understand that kind of connection, to grow from it. It's beautiful." She stepped closer, her breath warm as she whispered, "I want to hug you. Let me hold you, dear."

She, with the coconut in her hand, hugged Caylan slowly and gently, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. Her cheek touched his face, her hair enveloping his eyes, his nose. He wanted to drown in her lush, beautiful hair. Her nipples made contact with his chest through the amulets. And his cock touched Adelaide's leg.

"I love you, Mum," he whispered.

"I love you too, my dear." Adelaide smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

Caylan grabbed her so she couldn't break free or escape, his lips trailing up the smooth curve of her neck, pressing into her skin just above the swell of Adelaide's big full breasts. He kissed her skin, soft, freckled, and impossibly sweet. Her breath caught as his mouth left a fiery trail, each kiss igniting a spark that made her shiver.

He kissed her again, this time higher, his lips leaving damp imprints that made her pulse quicken. Her grip around his back loosened with each loving kiss.

"Ughhhh... No... What are you... mmm... doing... dear... akgghhhh." She covered her eyes, drowning in his tender kisses. "Aghhhh, Caylan. Stop it... Right... ughhh... now."

He continued to hold her tightly in his arms, kissing Mum's chin. The coconut finally fell out of her hands, falling into the sand, the white liquid spilling out. Her hands gently cupped his head as he showered her with kisses.

"Akgghhhhhh, Mommy," he whispered unable to possess with emotion. Adelaide's breath hitched, her lips parted as she gasped for air. Caylan, winding his hands in the thick, luxurious curls of his beloved mother's hair, tried to pull her closer. His lips brushed against her cheek, teasing her nose, skimming the edge of her lips. His touch was getting dangerously closer to Adelaide's lips, until the distance between their mouths was almost nothing, just a whisper away from the kiss he craved.

His heart raced wildly, but everything came to an abrupt halt. The last remnants of her consciousness urged Adelaide to act, and she yanked Caylan away.

Then came the slap. A hard, resounding smack across his face.

Adelaide didn't say a word. She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling, the amulets shaking with each breath. She looked at Caylan, disappointment written all over her face. Deep disappointment, and it made him feel so ashamed.

Without a word, Adelaide turned and hurried back into the jungle.

Caylan stood there by the water, his heart heavy, a painful itch in his cheek.

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Adelaide nervously fiddled with the amulets as she sat in the chief's hut - the place hunters had taken her as soon as she returned to the settlement. The events on the beach still weighed heavily on her, and her wrist throbbed a little.

Ranarelci finally entered and sat down across from her.

"How are things between you and Caylan?" she asked. Adelaide avoided her gaze, looking anywhere but at chief's eyes.

"It's complicated. I'm trying to understand how you love, but some things... they scare me. Like how your sons kiss their mothers. Sometimes it makes me uneasy."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Kisses have no boundaries."

"I don't think I agree with that."

"Mother and son's love has no boundaries."

"With all due respect, I don't agree with that either." Adelaide paused before asking, "Would you mind if I ask where your husband is? Kanavasi and Lakanar's father? I never met him."

"Lakanar killed him. They had disagreements, and Lakanar took his place."

Adelaide paused, looking at Ranarelci with a strange expression and a hint of disgust.

"You mean that... Lakanar is your husband now?"

"Lakanar is my son," the chief answered calmly.

The two women just stared at each other.

"Huh. I'm sorry, just for a second I thought that he... and you... Forget it." Adelaide stammered, searching for the right words. Ranarelci raised an eyebrow and handed her a coconut.

"Would you like more juice?"

"Yes, I suppose," Adelaide answered, trying to avoid the awkwardness.

"Let's go back to Caylan. So you don't want to kiss your son like the mothers in our tribe do?"

"Kissing me is something only my husband, Alistair, does. But even he has never kissed me the way you do in your tribe. The way mothers kiss their sons." Adelaide took a sip of coconut water.

"Is it because of your homeland rules again?"

"I don't think it's about rules. It's more about common sense. I would never allow Caylan to kiss me inappropriately. He's my son, not my lover."

"And has this distance helped you? Are you sure your son loves you enough? Didn't you feel free the moment you stopped pushing him away?"

Adelaide looked down, taking another uneasy sip from the coconut. Ranarelci had been right about everything.

"Our relationship with Caylan had been distant for years; ever since he became 15 years old and pulled away from me, and I didn't even see it. I'm sorry, Ranarelci," she said quietly. "I'm sorry for my prejudices. It's hard for me to hear what you're saying, even though I know you're probably right. You were right."

"Your son is the only one you may have left."

This bitter truth cut deeply into Adelaide's heart.

"Do you have blood?" Ranarelci asked. She was clearly far removed from the formalities of conversation and politeness.

"I'm sorry? What?" Adelaide asked, still with a pain in her heart and a coconut in her hand.

Ranarelci pointed between her legs. "Blood. Can you have more babies?"

"Wh..." Adelaide was completely taken aback by the question. "Is that important?"

Ranarelci slowly, very slowly, nodded. Adelaide nervously shifted to make herself more comfortable, tucking her legs beneath her large ass.

"Yes," Adelaide simply said. "I wanted more children, but Alistair was against it."

Ranarelci smiled. "Coconut milk makes mother's milk taste better. And the nipples, too. Sons love the taste of mother's nipples."

Adelaide frowned and glanced awkwardly at her breasts, though they were hidden by the many amulets around her.

"Your breasts still belong to your son no matter how old he is. As do your nipples. Our women achieve unique intimacy with their sons by letting sons kiss their nipples again when they are adult. If sons want to."

Adelaide coughed, spitting some of the white liquid onto the floor. "Nipples? That's a bit too much, I'm sorry."

"You can touch his man parts in return. You don't want to hear it, I understand. You're too entangled in your overseas tribe's rules, but sometimes pain and disgust is the path to something truly great."

Adelaide's body was covered in goosebumps. The longer she stayed in the hut and learned more, the more uneasy she felt. "I hope by 'man parts' you don't mean..."

Ranalechi held out her hand, imagining she was holding something large and long in her hand. "Strong Breeder."

Adelaide sighed, trying to suppress a bout of nausea. She set the coconut aside."You know what? You're all crazy. I was right. You're savages, after all," she said, then quickly left the hut.

Ranarelci kept sipping the coconut juice, smiling with amusement. Next to her were several colorful herbs for the Water of Life.

CHAPTER 6. THE WATER OF LIFE

While the tribe enjoyed the evening, dancing and playing by the fire, Adelaide sat a bit farther away from the others, huffing and puffing over the boar's carcass, pulling out its innards and smearing herself with blood. It was disgusting, but she desperately wanted to vent her anger on something.

"Let Caylan kiss my nipples. Of course, I can't believe I didn't realize I needed to do that to get close to my son. Moron tribe," she grumbled, trying not to get blood on her amulets.

"Mum?" Caylan sat down beside her, brushing his cold fingers over her hunched back before settling. Her back was warm, hot and seductive.

"Caylan?" Adelaide flinched, her hands slick with blood.

"Mum, are you still angry?"

"Yes, I am," she replied, staring at her bloodied hands. "But not at you." She glanced toward the tribe gathered by the fire, her eyes landing on the chief seated in the leader's chair alongside Lakanar.

"I just can't wrap my head around what I've learned. It's all one big misunderstanding, and I don't want to hear another word from that... that crazy woman." With that, Adelaide grabbed the knife and drove it straight into the boar's eyes. "Do you know that your father would have definitely killed you for the way you kissed me on the beach? Also, for that kiss in the hut. I've never kissed another man in my life besides Alistair. But that time, you became the second. That's how badly this tribe is affecting us, do you understand? You kissed me. That shouldn't have happened."

She sighed, trying to calm down, and looked at Caylan, who sat silently, his hands folded. He reminded her of how he used to sit and behave years ago during their lessons in the library, back when he was a curious little boy who always loved kissing her. And she had loved receiving his kisses.

"Maybe... there wasn't anything wrong with the kisses. You know, I always saw you as a little boy. A little boy who sits at the table and reads scrolls, or studies, or runs around the garden, or likes to draw. But when we ran away from the castle, I saw for the first time that you were no longer a little boy. You're a man now. You're a fine grown man, Caylan."

She moved closer and offered her cheek, then touched it with her finger.

"You can kiss me if you want. Go ahead."

Caylan leaned in and, of course, kissed her. As he pulled away, he noticed the blood. His fingers brushed against her cheek, trying to wipe it off. His fingers moved along her cheek, smearing the blood further.

He glanced at her lips, then at her thoughtful expression. Their eyes locked. Caylan's fingers brushed against her chin and lips.

She whispered something tender in her lovely voice.

Could it be something nice?

His brain finally focused on the words, and he heard:

"I'll slap you again if you don't move your hand."

He quickly pulled his hand back just as Ranarelci approached them. She held two tribal cups filled with some kind of colorful liquid.

"The Water of Life," she said, offering the cups to Adelaide and Caylan, despite Lakanar, standing behind her, seemingly trying to convince her not to do so.

"Thank you, I don't want a drink," Adelaide said with a slight grimace, clearly tasting the blood Caylan had left on her lips. But Ranarelchi didn't seem to accept no for an answer. First, Caylan, and then Adelaide accepted the Water of Life.

Looks like everyone around was drinking it. Ranarelchi waited patiently.

"Just drink it, Mum. It's not a big deal," Caylan said as he did a huge sip. It was sour, bitter, and salty. Adelaide coughed the moment the liquid touched her tongue. Her sharp senses and heightened taste signaled alarm, but she forced herself to finish the entire cup. It wasn't poison, but something about this thing, Water of Life, was strange.

With a smile, Ranarelchi kissed Caylan's forehead as though he were her son, then collected the cups and returned to her place.

"The Water of Life," Caylan murmured, scratching his head as he tried to guess what game Ranarelchi was playing.

Adelaide went back to the boar. Caylan looked around the tribe; everyone was kissing, perhaps even making love. Women were moaning. It felt like being underwater. He rubbed his eyes. A strange, involuntary smile tugged at his lips, though he couldn't say why.

"Mum?" Caylan called out, looking at Adelaide through faint flashes of a rainbow. His mother stared at her blood-covered hands, her cold, glassy eyes fixed on her fingers.

"Water... I need water," she said abruptly, standing up and briskly heading to the shore, shoving past kissing mothers and sons.

Caylan, nearly tripping over the boar's carcass, hurried after her. "Mum!"

Adelaide sat down and dipped her hands into the waves, breathing in the salty sea air. The waves washed over her feet and hands. She tore off all her amulets, letting the water claim them.

"I feel... drunk," she said, her eyes wide open.

"Mum?" Caylan had just caught up to her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She turned and splashed water at him. Once, then again and again. Caylan shielded himself with his hands, smiling and laughing a little. His gaze drifted to her boobs, watching it move with the swing of her arms.

"What are you standing there for? Defend yourself!" Adelaide laughed.

Still smiling, Caylan stepped into the water and splashed her with huge splashes, soaking her completely. She squealed like a girl, now drenched as if she had jumped into the sea.

Caylan couldn't control himself. He didn't care about anything at all. All he saw were her wet nipples and her large, alluring full boobs like watermelons, which he desperately wanted to touch. They were probably so soft and sweet.

He lunged at her, knocking Adelaide off her feet, trying to make her stop splash water.

"Ugh, Caylan," she protested, though not really meaning it. They struggled. Both of them lay in the sand, breathing heavily. Finally, he was on top.

Caylan leaned closer, unable to hold back any longer. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief, as if he'd been reborn. He knew what he had to do. His lips hovered dangerously close to Adelaide's.

"Your father will kill you if he finds out." She pressed her hand against his chest and tried to push Caylan away, but not too hard. Her muscles felt limp.

"I don't care about that old man." Caylan kissed his mother, his lips crashing against hers with a fierce urgency. He grabbed her head and pulled Adelaide closer, forcing his way in with his tongue, into the mouth of his own mother. His lips kissed her hungrily, locking together. It was unbelievable, it was perfect.

"Mmm... Don't, Caylan..." Adelaide said weakly, giving him a gentle push. "Your taste... you're sweet... we shouldn't, please." She tried to speak, breaking the kiss, but each time he found a way to continue, ignoring her half-hearted attempts to stop what was happening. He kissed her, showering her lips with kisses, falling into madness from what was unfolding.

His mommy was as sweet as the sweetest honey. With every vile, wrong kiss, every clash of their tongues and lips, every exchange of saliva, his blood blazed with heat.

"We shouldn't be kissing... it's wrong," Adelaide said, though she smiled. One part of her tried to resist, while the other continued to enjoy the wild kisses. Caylan kissed her the way sons kiss their mother in this tribe. With wild lust, a desire to possess, to love, and to kiss. He simply couldn't stop in his love; he kissed and devoured her lips.

And she kind of liked it. Part of her mind told her they were doing the right thing. Maybe Ranarelci was right?

Their lips were coliding again and again. Caylan had no intention of stopping.

"My breasts... kiss... lips," she said by accident as she closed her eyes and broke off one of the kisses. Goosebumps rose on Caylan's skin, he lowered his head, getting closer to mesmerizing tits and took her right big purple nipple into his mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned. It was the same boob he had loved so much as a child. As soon as his lips made contact with the sweet nipple it was as if he had been electrocuted, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Caylan bit down lightly on her breast flesh, unable to cope with the explosions of euphoria. His rock-hard cock shot faint clots of some kind of white liquid several times, right onto Adelaide's belly. Her nipple was sweet, truly the sweetest. It had a unique taste. His mother's nipples were the sweetest thing in the whole world.

Adelaide moaned softly, holding Caylan's head. She made feeble attempts to pull his head off, to pull him away from her full breast. But he was her baby son, and he loved her breasts so much.

"Consanguinity," she whispered, as if trying to convince her mind why she should resist. But her mind found no connection between what was happening and consanguinity.

Her son was just enjoying her nipple, her breast. Isn't that nature?

Caylan lay on top of Adelaide and greedily sucked on her right nipple, leaving teeth marks on her breast. It was madness. Her arms encircled him like he was a few months old again.

"My baby boy," she whispered, looking up at him through the moonlight. She saw his lips converge on her nipple, felt a slight tingle. Her hands tenderly massaged his head, neck, and back, every curve of the muscles on his back, only intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure.

She yelped when Caylan pressed something hard against the waistband between her legs. He'd completely lost his mind. As Caylan continued to kiss her nipple, his hips slid down between her legs. He was ready, he wanted to taste woman like a man and he didn't care if it was his mother.

She's a woman. The best woman he could ever have.

His waistband came off on its own exposing his big hard dick. He moved forward and Adelaide's hand gripped his cock. Her hand was both so cold and warm, long soft fingers wrapped around Caylan's shaft. It felt so good that he let her nipple out of his mouth.

"When I stop being drunk, I'll kill you, Caylan," she whispered, laying her head in the sand and looking at the sky. Each word was accompanied by heavy breathing.

She gently slid the skin down, touching the hot pink head with her fingers. Once, twice, a third time. He was so tense, so aroused. It was enough to make him finish. His whole body suddenly quivered. Her soft breast was against his face, his cock in her hand. His mind was overwhelmed by a burst of colors, a rainbow blending with the one he had seen after drinking the Water of Life.

"Ughhhhhhhhh, yeess." He jerked, jiggled, and spurted all that had built up inside him over the past few weeks into the sand and onto his mother's leg.

It was a climax unlike any other. The Water of Life had awakened something in him, made bare every nerve inside and especially in his cock. He thought only of her, only of his mother as she continued to gently drive the skin, feeling his cock twitch sweetly in her long fingers before each shot.

He moved, jerking his hips, his cock slipped from her fingers, and some of his cum got on her hands, right on her fingers. She grabbed it again and held it aiming for the sand.

He took his time, lying there, feeling every breath and heartbeat of Adelaide, her legs wrapped around his stomach just above his hips. His mother just made him cum with the touch of her divine hand.

His mother. Loving, strict, and loyal to her king of a husband. Adelaide. Right now, he rested on her tits.

"We've just done the unthinkable," Adelaide said, bringing her right hand to her face. The smell hit her instantly. She watched as her son's seed laced her fingers with slime.

"I'd let Alistair... execute you for this," she said.

Caylan crawled away and collapsed into the sand, feeling drained.

"He executed men for less." She lifted herself up, noticing and feeling the mark of teeth on her right nipple.

"He killed servants if he thought I was attracting them. What do you think he'd do to you if you weren't our boy?"

He heard her get up, and rainbows still danced in front of his eyes. He drifted into a doze, still thinking about lying on his mother, lost in that magical moment.

CHAPTER 7. MY MUM IS MY MUSE

Caylan woke up with a headache. Someone was standing over him. It was an old man with a long white beard, bald, and wearing a peculiar purple robe that went all the way to the ground. He also held a funny-looking staff with a smoking pipe at the end. The old man blocked the sun and rubbed his beard, staring at Caylan.

"Are you a hallucination?" asked the prince, sitting up.

"Oh no, I'm just Ornast. A messenger from Second Carondale. But it's easy to mistake me for a hallucination. It's true," Ornast chuckled. "And you must be Prince Caylan. I've heard of you. Your mother said you were relaxing on the beach."

Caylan's face lit up, but then the smile quickly vanished.

Are we going to leave this magical place?

"Hmm... Interesting expression. After meeting me, I've never seen such a look on someone's face, like a bass suffering from indigestion. Your mother doesn't seem well either." Ornast extended his hand and helped Caylan to his feet. The prince adjusted his waistband.

"Ugh. My head hurts after the Water of Life," Caylan said, holding his temples.

Ornast laughed and placed a hand on Caylan's shoulder. "It seems Ranarelci treated you to a peculiar intoxicating drink. You lose your connection to reality after drinking it."

"I felt like I was more connected to reality than ever before," Caylan said, swallowing as he recalled the events of the previous night.

What have I done? How am I going to look her in the eyes now?

They returned to the settlement. Adelaide sat by the fire while the tribe people walked around her. She wore a fur that covered her upper body. He felt relieved she was covered; he didn't want to be distracted or make her angrier.

She sneezed a couple of times, lowering her head. She was pale, her hair messy, sweat going down her gorgeous face.

"The old bones are buzzing. Let's have a seat. I found the prince on the beach, just as you sad, milady," said Ornast and invited Caylan to sit with him.

Adelaide didn't care to look at her son. Or she just didn't want to.

"So, Darst, right?" Ornast started to cuddle his beard. "We heard someone took control in Aetherfall, but didn't know who. It was easy to guess someone like Darst was behind it. When a man like him rules, the whole region is in danger."

"That's why we must reclaim my husband's throne. We need to get rid of Darst and put Alistair back in power," Adelaide said in a weak, tired voice, her hair falling over her face. She looked very unwell.

Is she unwell because of what happened between us on the beach?

"Alistair might already be dead, Adelaide. I'm sorry. It's too risky, and even if the Carondale tries to help your kingdom, our King Serenisviss has his demands."

Adelaide pulled her hand out of her fur cape and waved it away. "Alistair will meet any demands as soon as he's king again."

"We want the Crystal back," Ornast said.

"No!" Adelaide answered instantly.

What crystal?

"The second demand. King Serenisviss wants to take you as his wife."

"NO!" Adelaide shouted, rising to her feet. "NEVER! Death would be better! I'm married to Alistair, I am his wife, and I love only him! I'd rather see the entire kingdom fall than marry anyone else or share a bed with anyone but Alistair! Go back to your king and tell him that Queen Adelaide loves only one man, and it's not him!"

With that, she turned and vanished into her hut.

Ornast took the pipe and puffed thoughtfully. "Looks like the negotiations are over, but she'll have to agree. I mean, what other choice does your mother have, right?" He glanced at Caylan as if expecting him to be on his side. "I'll head back, but I'll return in a few weeks. You'll have time to think about our proposal. By the way, does your mother know about the peculiarities of this tribe?" Ornast smirked from the corner of his weathered mouth. "About mothers and sons? A horny little Matrokai tribe."

"I know, but Mum doesn't," Caylan said quietly.

"Hehe, wise. Though I think she might figure it out herself. Di'Rose and I often visited this place together. Before us, the Matrokai tribe killed all foreigners who entered their lands. And there were quite a few of them. They say there is something mysterious hidden in these lands and powerful. They gave us the Water of Life. It helps to increase... you know... man and woman's activity. You are old enough to understand. In return, me and Di'Rose taught them our language. Actually, we only taught Ranarelci. The others weren't really interested. Oh, and we taught her son."

"Lakanar?"

"No, the younger one. Kanavasi, I think. Poor guy, he was following his mother everywhere and tried so hard to impress her. But she was only interested in the older one, the grumpy guy."

Ornast stood up. "Think about our demands, talk to your mother. I'll return to Carondale. By the way, I have a gift for you, Caylan. I found out you're alive and brought something for you."

Ornast pointed to the hut, and Caylan only now noticed an easel on the ground.

====

Adelaide wrapped herself in fur and lay on the bed. Caylan pressed a damp cloth to her forehead. She remained silent, as if ignoring his presence, in a constant state of semi-sleep.

"I feel like I got terribly drunk," she finally said. "This woman... she's like a snake. She poisoned me... She poisoned our relationship. This insane tribe... look what they've done to us."

Caylan sighed. "We were under the influence of the Water of Life, Mum."

"What difference does it make? What we did... what I did with my baby son. I'm a terrible mother. After yesterday, we'd have no right to the throne anymore," she whispered.

She let these words sink in. They had committed a sin. Her eyes darted nervously to the wall.

"I feel like I can see Alistair's condemning gaze. Your father knows what we did. He's watching. This tribe... I think I'm starting to understand their secret."

A slow smile curved her lips as she looked at Caylan, really seeing him for the first time.

"Ranarelci always tried to fool me, smiling at me as if I were blind. And I played along, too afraid to see what was right in front of me. They do terrible things here... to their sons."

Caylan took her hand. So soft. The same hand that had touched him yesterday.

"Forgive me, Mum. It was my fault."

She pressed her soft sweet thumb against his lips.

"Shhh... baby." Her eyes wandered over his lips, his strong arms, and his chiseled muscles. "You should've resisted... We can't be like them..."

"We're not like them," he said, staring at her full lips.

He leaned in and kissed her. To his surprise, Adelaide didn't resist, instead, she melted into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. She was gently kissing his lips with a smacking sound, a sweet exchange of saliva. Their warmth intoxicating, like the sweetest honey. Every kiss deeper, wetter, more consuming. She kissed him, so hot, her lips warm like milk.

It was not how mothers and sons were supposed to kiss.

"Mmmm... my baby," she whispered against his lips. "I'm losing it... I'm losing my mind... you're so sweet... dear... I love you." She sank into his lips, pushing her tongue in, kissing him like he was Alistair. She deepened the kiss, her tongue hungry. Caylan shuddered, every nerve alive with pleasure, nearly losing his balance. She was kissing him for real.

Finally, Adelaide, her mouth full of her son's tasty wet saliva, collapsed back into the soft cushions of vines and fur, falling into a deep sleep instantly.

"I love you too, Mum... Wow."

She whispered something under her breath. "Consanguinity."

====

He took care of her all day and, closer to evening, took Adelaide outside.

He could have carried her, she was a bit heavy with her thick hips and ample breasts, but he could manage it. However, the risk of her fur cloak slipping and baring her breasts again stopped him. He didn't want to see her fury spark to life once more, no matter how captivating she looked, even in anger.

Adelaide's slight fever made her lean into Caylan, resting her head on his chest as they sat by the fire. He wrapped his arms around his mother, holding her close, his touch steady and protective.

She nestled her head against him, pressing close and hugging him with a particular tenderness as Caylan stared into the fire.

Maybe she thinks I'm Dad again?

"Mmm... Caylan," she whispered. "My baby boy."

For some reason, that brought a smile to his lips.

She knows now that I'm her man...

He didn't notice Kanavasi approach them and offer Adelaide some kind of drink.

"No, we've had enough of the Water of Life. Thanks," said Caylan.

"This is healing... a herb. It will help her recover from the effects," Kanavasi said.

Reluctantly, Caylan took it and tried to pour the liquid into his mother's mouth.

"Don't... put unknown liquids in my mouth," she tried to resist, but in the end, she drank the liquid.

"Mmm... minty," she said, settling her head back onto Caylan's strong shoulder.

"We all react differently to the water of life. It part of love ritual. My mother... she angry. Herbs for water of life... Lakanar was to bring. Not me."

Lakanar stood near the chief's hut, watching them. Something was happening there, but Caylan couldn't quite piece it together. Not that it mattered to him right now.

"We both know," Kanavasi said, his voice low, "sooner or later, only one of us will remain. If not for our mother's wrath, we'd have killed each other long ago."

Caylan's eyes drifted to the figures near the hut. He spotted old Ornast, who still hadn't left the tribe, as well as people he hadn't seen before. Some wore bright green garments, while others wore dark fur cloaks. They entered the chief's hut one by one, and Lakanar followed them inside.

"Who are they?" Caylan pointed at them.

"Other tribes," Kanavasi replied. "They meet in mother's hut to speak."

"Other tribes?" Caylan's voice rose slightly, almost waking Adelaide. He placed a hand on her head and pulled his mother closer to his chest.

"Long ago, one tribe. Then... many tribes. Tribe grow, change, spread over island. But all remember the first tribe. When important, leaders come here. Meet in chief hut."

"And what are they talking about in there?" Caylan asked.

"Secrets of tribe," Kanavasi said, shrugging. "Maybe. I not know. If I replace Lakanar, I know. But... someone must kill him first." His eyes shifted to Caylan.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I... cannot kill brother. But if you kill... I become chief husband. My mother won't angry at me. Then I help you. Help you take back your home."

"What are you talking about? I can't... I can't just kill someone. I'm not a killer. Even your brother."

Kanavasi's expression darkened with anger. He stood abruptly. "Then you not deserve call mother breeder!" he spat, before storming off.

Adelaide stirred a bit against Caylan's chest. "What did he say..."

"Bread," Caylan said with a deep sigh. "He was talking about bread, about food, Mum. Don't worry."

"I didn't know they know what bread is... Mmm... Caylan. You smell so good," she whispered.

"Have some rest, Mum."

====

The next morning, Caylan set up an easel and sat in front of it, holding paints and a brush. Before him was the best view he could find: amidst the jungle, a small window to the sea opened up, where the waves played. Mixing the paints, Caylan dipped his brush into green and began to paint.

After yesterday, we'd have no right to the throne anymore.

He was drawing and thinking. Yesterday, he hadn't had time to focus on the Water of Life evening because of Adelaide's condition.

We kissed, I touched her breasts, and... and... I was so close to being inside her.

Caylan stopped the brush and looked at the waves.

I almost penetrated Mum. That's against all the laws of nature. And yet, for this tribe, it feels like the laws are unwritten.

He watched the waves as the sounds in his ears faded away.

"I wanted to fuck my own mother."

He let those words sink deep into the crust of his mind, to grasp the full horror of what had happened. And what could have happened. But instead of feeling the horror, he got hard.

Suddenly, hands rested on his shoulders. He flinched but then recognized his mother's warm touch.

"Mum?" He wanted to turn his head, but she wouldn't let him.

"Don't get distracted," she said calmly, gently massaging his arms, shoulders, and back. "You're doing great. Keep drawing, dear."

He continued moving the brush, the blue waves turning out better than he had expected.

"Feeling better?"

"Yes, much better. Thank you for taking care of me. I really mean it."

She must have covered her breasts again. There's no way she's walking around naked after what happened

Her hands gently massaged his shoulders, sliding along his arms. Her long, delicate fingers tugged softly at his skin.

"I'm a little embarrassed about the silly things I said yesterday. I don't remember everything... something about sons and mothers... But," she squeezed his shoulders too tightly, "I remember that evening very well. Even though I was drunk."

"Ouch. I already apologized, Mum."

"An apology isn't enough. You attacked me, knocked me down, and threw me into the sand... I never thought you were capable of something like that. Caylan I raised is a shy and timid painter. The way you were kissing and touching me..."

"The Water of Life made me act, Mum. I wasn't myself."

"Maybe." She tightened her grip on his shoulders even more, leaving red marks, then she slapped his back with a forceful smack. "You deserve to be properly spanked for what you did. I wouldn't care that you're already a man, I would spank you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk."

He imagined Adelaide spanking him, and for some unknown reason, he even wanted her to do it.

"I thought you'd be angrier after what happened. I'm so sorry, Mum..."

"You have no idea how angry I can get, but you made it up to me yesterday when you took care of me. That's why I'm not so mad. And then there's Carondale..." Her voice faded. He hated seeing her like this, so he quickly shifted the topic.

"It's a shame we didn't finish your portrait, Mum," he said, his voice a little strained as his shoulders and back throbbed from the blow.

She stepped back, her hands leaving his back. He noticed her move away, hearing her footsteps beside him. She slipped behind the easel, and when Caylan looked up, there she was.

Adelaide sat on a rock, obscuring the sea little. Her legs were stretched out on top of each other. Her hair was thrown back, on the rock, and her breasts...

She was naked.

Her large firm tender breasts lay on her stomach, her nipples hard. She ran her hand through her hair to straighten it a little. The sun was shining on her body.

"Draw," she commanded. It was the same tone she used when she would say "eat" when he was child, while sneaking him the nutritious food he didn't want to eat.

Caylan's mouth was open, and he almost dropped the brush. She looked like a real goddess. The most stunning woman ever. In that moment, he knew for sure that there was no woman better than her.

There's no better tits than mother's. The very breasts that nourished him, that gave him strength and raised him to be who he is. The breasts that gave him life.

"Is something wrong?" she raised an eyebrow. "If you want, I can get up... and you can go back to painting the waves."

"No, no! Stay where you are, Mum." He lowered his head and began to draw.

"I hope the result satisfies me," Adelaide sighed, lifting her head and closing her eyes. She enjoyed the sunbeams, effortlessly combining the drawing session with some time relaxing under the sun.

At that moment, Caylan hungrily devoured her tits with his eyes. Moving his brush, he started by painting her hair, face, and neck.

"You won't regret it, Mum."

His waistband could barely contain the monster that threatened to break free. The tip peeked out from beneath the waistband between his legs, its pink head visible. His arousal was unmistakable.

And sometimes he caught Adelaide's gaze on him, but she didn't seem bothered by it at all.

If this is a violation of nature's rules, then why do I feel so incredible...

His hand holding the brush trembled, as did his entire body. He simply couldn't contain the emotions exploding within him at the sight of Adelaide. He stared at her boobs, studying every curve, every detail, every vein, every little mark he hadn't noticed before.

Her breasts had incredible tan lines, left by countless days in the sun. She had never tanned before, but now she had this kind of tan... on her boobs.

She had reluctantly agreed to wear a dress with a slight neckline in the castle before, and now he was drawing her naked.

"It feels like we're in the castle again," she said, her eyes closed. "The sun is burning us on the fortress roof. After a delicious breakfast, I changed into my white dress after the bath, you grabbed your easel, and as usual, you let me go ahead so you could walk behind. I always found it amusing that you wanted to walk behind. We'd sit on the roof, and you'd paint me as your muse."

"You really are my muse. The only one and the most perfect," Caylan said, barely catching his breath, not hiding his admiration for his hot mother.

"Thank you, darling," she said calmly with a smile with dimples. "I never thought I'd be posing for you like this."

"Yes, me neither."

She opened her eyes. Her eyes travelled along his body. She noticed his legs and arms trembling with over arousal.

"Even though I've changed my opinion about Ranarelci for the worse, she's right about one thing: our bodies are just our bodies. And there's nothing wrong with that. You literally came from me. Apart from your sisters, you're the one I'm closest to. When you were born, you were so tiny, I honestly thought you were just another daughter at first."

She laughed, recalling the past. Caylan noticed how her boobs moved, and his heart beat a little faster.

"Do you understand how deeply we sinned that night, Caylan?"

He nodded, not wanting to tear his eyes away from the easel, but his head was hidden.

"Caylan?!"

"Yes, yes, Mum."

He raised his head again and continued to draw, outlining his mother's shoulders, her arms, her neck.

"If only your father could see us now... We're doing exactly what he joked about that day. It's a testament to how much this island has changed me. Alistair was right, as always, who else could be more deserving of painting me like this, exposed and raw, than you?"

Her face noticeably darkened.

"Are you upset about Ornast's proposal?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered honestly. "I don't really know what to do anymore."

He remembered Kanavasi's offer. What did he mean when he said he could help me get our home back? What could their tribe do against Darst's army?

"I'll find a way, Mum. After all, it's my throne we're fighting for." He let that sink in before adding, "By the way, what was that crystal Ornast mentioned?"

She hesitated, thinking. "Better change the subject. How do I look on the canvas? Or are you going to hide the painting from me again? Just so you know - I'm not posing nude a second time."

"Yes, you won't have to, Mum." He quickened his pace; such an opportunity really came only once. "By the way - you're not fully naked."

She raised an eyebrow, adjusting the cloth around her hips.

"Sorry, it just slipped out... I just..."

She fell silent, following his gaze as it shifted between her breasts and trying to peek behind the cloth.

"Such a naughty boy, Caylan. Please, don't make me think you're dying to see me without my waistband."

He hid his face behind the easel and swallowed. "Of course not. I never said I wanted to. Why would I... want to see your body? Ahem."

"That's more like it."

Caylan went back to work. Sitting was so uncomfortable because of the bulging cock. He peered at her. Caylan felt like he studied every detail of her breasts.

He looked at the colors and dipped his brush into the pink and purple paint. It was time for nipples.

He painted for a long time, studying her breasts more and more. Every bit, every detail and curve of her beautiful breasts and nipples. Her tan lines that only enhanced the effect of her breasts.

She leaned back, letting him drink in the sight of her. This time, she didn't look away in thought like she usually did in the castle. Her eyes stayed locked on his, and for some reason, it sent a shiver down his spine, leaving him with goosebumps.

"Does my... chest look good?" she asked after a brief pause. He held the paints to the side, so she could see what colors he had been using. There was definitely nothing pink or purple around that she could notice.

"Your breasts are perfect, Mum." He didn't take his eyes off the easel as he brought out her breasts, matchless, incredible. Full of detail. His hand trembled as he drew every line.

She smiled. "Are you saying that as a son or as a man?"

Caylan lifted his head, greedily looking at her. The blood hit his head too hard.

I don't care what she'll think.

"I am your son, but I'm also a man now."

Adelaide smirked, pushing her breasts slightly forward. She didn't quite like his tone. Her patience was running out. Time had passed so quickly, so Caylan hurried to finish the work.

"Maybe you think I'm not angry, but I'm still upset about that evening, dear. More than that, I'm disappointed. I'm trying to be softer because we've got bigger problems now. You are the only person I can trust on this island, but do you realize the punishment we'll face if anyone finds out what happened? Execution."

Caylan carefully drew her legs out on the canvas, trying not to imagine the way they'd be executed.

"For lying naked, kissing, and you touching me... like a son shouldn't. I can't believe I didn't stop you. And now I'm posing naked in front of you. God, what am I doing?" Adelaide stood up. "Enough... Caylan... I..."

She approached, and Caylan flinched as he finished drawing the last line.

The picture was complete.

Adelaide glanced at it. She wanted to get angry, but how could she be angry at her beloved son? The portrait was stunning. She studied it quietly, taking in the landscape, her own face, her body, her curves and her breasts...

"My boobs are not as... young and beautiful as you draw them," she said softly.

"Your breasts are better in real life, Mum."

She looked at him, then back at the drawing.

"Fine, darling. Today's your lucky day." She smiled and lightly touched her tits, as if comparing it to the version in the drawing.

Caylan set aside the paints and brush, stood up, and placed his hands on her hips.

"Caylan? Don't push your luck," she said, leaning her torso back slightly, her eyes on his hands as they stroked her sides.

"I know you miss dad, but know that I'm always here, and I can always take his place. I can always be better than him." He pulled her closer, while Adelaide looked at him as if he were speaking some tribal nonsense she couldn't understand.

"I AM better than him, Mommy," he said, pressing his member against her leg.

"Oh... You've never called me 'Mommy' before, dear. What are you..."

His hands moved higher along her back, feeling her folds, the dryness of her skin, tracing the lines from her tan, and finally pulling her close to him.

He wrapped his arms around her, her nipples pressing against his chest. His cock jerked a few times, pressed by the waistband and her leg.

Adelaide sighed. "I want to be a good mother, to not hold anger against you, but you're making it so hard, darling. You're still a boy, and what you did on the beach proves it."

She pulled back slightly and looked into his innocent eyes. He looked so sweet, like the little boy she once taught to ride on a horse. Her baby, the one whose first word was "Mum," then "breast," "milk", and that love stayed with him, even now.

She can't fight the laws of nature.

"I love you, Mum," Caylan said, noticing how strangely she was looking at him, her anger fading away.

"I love you too, dear," she said softly. And then Caylan suddenly pulled her head toward him and kissed her.

For a moment, she flinched, wanting to stop him, but he held her firmly by the sides. Their lips met in a kiss, wet and full of love. He tried to push his tongue to her mouth, but she resisted, and their tongues finally collided.

"Mmm... Mommy..."

He just did it again. He called her Mommy. Adelaide tasted his minty flavor, his sweet tongue.

"Caylan... ughhh... khmmmmm... my baby, stop it please..." She closed her eyes, but then opened them when she felt his hands touch her waistband.

It was a mistake on his part. She pushed him, shoving Caylan back. He didn't expect her to be this strong. Her hands grabbed her waistband, adjusting it so it wouldn't slip off.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO YOU, CAYLAN?!" His taste was still on her lips and in her mouth. That sweet kiss. "You keep disappointing me, over and over... Grrr... You drive me wild!" She turned and stormed back to the village.

He touched his wet lips. "Mmm... It was worth it. She can't stay mad at me. No matter what I do or how far I go, I'm still her baby. And calling her mommy was so nice."

=====

"How is your relationship with your son, Adelaide?" Ranarelci slowly sipped something hot from her cup and welcomed Adelaide inside.

"I didn't come here to chat," Adelaide said, sitting a little farther away, glancing at Lakanar, who stood by her side.

"Why then?" the chief asked with a sly smile.

"All this talk about me and my son, about how I should touch Caylan's man parts, stop making a fool of me. You're doing horrible things here that go against nature. And you tried to drag me and Caylan into this... The Water of Life..."

"No one forced you to do anything." Ranarelci set her drink aside and ran her hand gently down Lakanar's leg, who relaxed a little at his wife's touch. "You yourself gave your son a view of your breasts, you allowed him to do what you did by drinking the Water of Life. We gave you privacy and you took advantage of it."

Adelaide looked with disgust as Ranarelci caressed her son.

"Didn't you end up growing closer to your son? Didn't everything that happened bring you a joy you've never felt before? And freedom. Your son is closer to you than ever."

"This is not the kind of closeness I need!" Adelaide's cheeks reddened with anger, and she breathed heavily. She really wanted to strike the woman in front of her for her audacity and for daring to interfere in her relationship with Caylan.

However, Lakanar, standing nearby with a spear, held back her intentions.

"It seems you're still not entirely sure of what you're trying to say. What do you think we're doing here with our sons? We kiss them; we love them, as every mother should."

Adelaide swallowed hard, feeling a lump in her throat. "They... Your let your sons act like husbands," she said in horror. Thinking it was one thing, but saying it out loud felt like a shock.

Ranarelci smiled. Adelaide's expression was the complete crystal opposite.

"They don't act. They are their mother's husbands. They're their breeders."

"Breeders?" Adelaide whispered, stunned It only clicked in her mind now. "So, all these pregnant women... and their sons. I thought... I thought you just touched them. This can't be real!" Her face went pale. She hadn't considered this side of things at all.

"All sons want to be their mothers' husbands and, most important, breeders. Do you think Caylan..."

"No! Don't you dare!" Adelaide screamed. "Don't you dare speak of my son! Caylan is different!"

Ranarelci let out a smirk. "Why lie to yourself? We both know it's not true. When a hunter becomes a man, he gets to choose a wife. And every man you've seen has picked his mother. Caylan will have that choice too. Then we'll see who he chooses."

Adelaide couldn't take it anymore. Her hand jerked on its own and slapped Ranarelci across the face. It was a hard blow, followed by the sound of a smack. Ranarelci said something to stop Lakanar, who had already raised his spear to strike.

Adelaide stood up and hurried out of the chief's hut.

"My Caylan would never do that. He never... He's not like that."

=====

At that moment, Caylan, sitting by the water, was enjoying his painting and had no idea what had happened in the chief's hut or what huge consequences it would have.

He blew on the canvas to dry the paints a bit. His eyes were focused on his mother's face, which was looking at him. He tried not to look lower, but he couldn't help it.

I really put effort into her breasts. And she definitely liked what she saw. Mommy.

He smiled like a child, completely pleased with himself.

I feel like I've spent my whole life learning to draw just for this moment. To draw her naked.

He stared at her nipples again, unabashedly.

Why was I born in a place where such attachment is bad, and not, for example, in this tribe? Just imagine. My mother gives birth to me here, I become a hunter, and then everyone is happy that we're together.

The thought that they could be together and that Adelaide wouldn't be against it sent shivers down his spine again. He set the canvas down and looked at the sunset.

I don't care if it's wrong. I want to touch her breasts again and...

He thought of her taking off her waistband and being completely naked in front of him. Seeing his birth place.

To calm his nerves, Caylan approached the water, washed his face, and sat by the shore.

Maybe I can convince her to pose completely naked? Completely... completely... Gosh, what am I even thinking?

He stared at his reflection.

Is it the play of light, or do I see another face?

He couldn't quite tell what he was seeing. A face? A figure? It looked so much like Lakanar.

Caylan managed to jump back when a spear flew into the spot where he had just been sitting. The spear fell into the sand and water, and the hunter lunged at Caylan with bare hands.

"What are you doing?"

There was no one around to save him. Caylan landed a strong punch to Lakanar's jaw, but the chief's son knocked him to the ground and started choking.

"You... will die... and then... mother..." hissed Lakanar.

"God, you're annoying." Caylan grabbed the bone in Lakanar's nose, pulling and ripping it out.

"Arghhhh..." Lakanar got up, clutching his nose, and tried to stand. He looked for his spear when suddenly Caylan, coughing, heard a disturbing loud crack.

He looked up.

Kanavasi stood beside his brother, the spear lodged deep in his chest. The sharp end of it protruded from his back, dripping with blood.

The hate in Lakanar's eyes met his brother's for a brief moment before they emptied, losing all life. He crumpled to the sand, the spear falling with him.

"You..."

"I finally killed him," Kanavasi said.

CHAPTER 8. GRIEVING MOTHER

"We have to get rid of it!"

"No." Kanavasi crouched beside the body.

"Do you want your mother to find out?"

"She will anyway." Kanavasi closed the dead man's eyes. "She should say goodbye."

After that, Caylan helped him lift the bloody corpse. He looked at the lifeless face of the man who, just a moment ago, had tried to kill him. Kanavasi walked ahead in silence.

Men and women stepped forward to get a closer look at the chief's dead son and husband. Ranarelci emerged from her hut, watching as Caylan and Kanavasi placed the body before her.

"You need to hear what happened. Lakanar attacked me, and Kanavasi just..."

Ranarelci shoved Caylan as he stepped forward, pushing him so hard that he fell painfully. Then she turned to Kanavasi, grabbing him by the throat, choking him, and striking him while muttering harsh words.

Caylan tried to get up, but a moment later, he felt something large and silky press against his back, two soft ovals. It was Adelaide's breasts.

"I have to stop her. He shouldn't be punished for trying to save me."

"No." Adelaide held him back. "You will stay down. She's not in the mood to listen to your story now... Let her grieve."

Ranarelci sank down beside Lakanar's body, cradling her dead son's head, stroking his hair, whispering tender words. The other hunters took Kanavasi away, injured, scratched, and a bit beaten.

"Now, tell me what happened, Caylan." Adelaide helped him up.

=====

"If something had happened to you, I would have lost my mind."

She kissed Caylan's cheek as they returned to their hut and tended to his post-fight scrapes. The fact that he didn't even try to glance at her bare breasts unsettled her a little.

"They live by their own rules. There's nothing we can do."

"That doesn't mean I'll stand by and watch." Caylan frowned.

Adelaide smiled with motherly pride. "You're so much like Alistair," she chuckled. "I never noticed before."

He gave her a surprised look. "Last time we were talking, you ran off angry."

"You tried to pull down my waistband and see me naked." She punched his leg. "I'm still waiting for an apology."

"I'm sorry, Mum." He placed his hand on her naked back, stroking her tan lines, folds, dry and sexy hot skin. "Thanks for agreeing to pose naked, by the way."

"What!? Is that really what you want to thank your mother for?" She poked one of his scrapes, making Caylan gasp.

"Ouch."

"I think you could use a good spanking for your behavior. Maybe then you'd stop being so reckless." There was no anger in her tone, just gentle amusement.

"I'm so lucky to have a mother like you," he said.

Adelaide couldn't help but smile, tilting her head as she looked into his beautiful eyes. She wasn't bothered when he glanced at her nipples for a moment before meeting her eyes.

"I love you, Mum."

"And I love you, dear." She hugged him, kissing one of his scrapes. His hand casually brushed the lower part of her right breast, and his index and thumb squeezed her nipple before Caylan pulled his hand away and placed it on Adelaide's back.

"Don't overstep the limits of my kindness and patience, young man."

"Sorry, and you know what? This tribe... I know it's strange and ugly, but for some reason, it's made me appreciate our relationship even more, Mum."

"Of course, you'll appreciate our relationship more when I'm always walking around naked. You're a man."

"No, Mum," Caylan said, taking her hand. "I really do love you more. We've been through so much, and we don't know what's ahead. But I'm glad you're with me, even in this... strange place."

She smirked and let out a shaky laugh, holding back tears. "Yes, it's a strange place... and a crazy tribe."

She leaned in and, surprising herself, pressed a small kiss to his lips. Her heart pounded wildly.

Caylan smiled, his cheeks flushing. He was still holding her hand. "I'll find a way to get our homeland back, Mum."

Then, he stood up. "Also you were right, Mum. As a man, I can't help but appreciate that you're naked. You're a gorgeous woman."

"What did you say?" She tried to grab him, but Caylan had already run off.

Adelaide chuckled, and was left standing alone. She tucked her hair behind her ears and sighed. She felt so... young, and so conflicted.

"This boy is going to ruin me, Alistair. I can't believe I'm not mad at him for saying that. Ugh, the more I repeat the word consanguinity to myself, the more it loses its meaning. We're not doing anything wrong, right? Despite everything, we're closer than ever. Our relationship has only grown stronger, purer, and more intense than it's ever been."

Stepping out of the hut into the night, she stretched, raising her arms. Her breasts moved with the sharp movements of her hands. She looked at the stars.

"What if Lakanar attacked Caylan because of what I did to Ranarelci? I hit her. How foolish I've been, putting us all at risk. I could've lost my boy today... I could've... I can't even bring myself to think about it."

She couldn't stop thinking about his stunning painting and the times he'd called her "Mommy" during their hug and kiss. But then there was the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, like he saw her as more than just his mother. Like a man.

"He is a man. A strong, handsome man with... such a big... Khm... constantly hard. Because of me? My aging body? I shouldn't be thinking about this. It's strange how we've grown closer in this horrible, repulsive place. He hardly ever calls me 'Mommy' anymore, and the last time he did, it was right before trying to kiss me and see me naked... Are the lines between mother and son really that blurry?"

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Caylan approached the place where Kanavasi was kept. It was a deep hole in the ground, and none of the guards stopped him as he drew near.

Kanavasi sat in the corner. Beaten and scared.

"I tried to talk to the chief, but your mother refuses to speak to me... I was trying all night but... Nothing. What will happen to you now?" Caylan sat down beside the pit.

"Death."

Caylan sighed. "That's not fair. Death? For saving me?"

"You blind." Kanavasi's voice was quiet. "You don't see she don't want you. You don't do what she want."

"And what does your mother want?"

"You and your mother. Together..." Kanavasi stood up. "Tonight is the wife-choosing ritual... If you choose your mother... If you mate..."

Caylan gulped. "Mate? With my Mum? No, I..."

"If you do what you must... the chief will hear you."

"I can't do what you're asking! My mother won't let me mate with her. You just don't understand."

Caylan nervously scratched the back of his head. He imagined stepping forward and choosing Adelaide from among the women.

"You're insane! Stay away from me, monster," she tells him.

"What if," Caylan tried to think. "I just choose her as my wife and do nothing when we're alone? Then your mother..."

"She'll know if you deceive her. You must mate. Take this."

Caylan looked at what Kanavasi had extended to him. It was a strange piece of coal.

"Mark her when you are inside."

To mark my Mum when I'm inside?

Then Kanavasi handed him something else.

It was a small, glowing stone. As soon as Caylan touched it, warmth spread through his hand, and he felt the intense power of the crimson-purple shard.

"Save me and you won't regret it."

CHAPTER 9. LOVING MOTHER

Adelaide sat across from Caylan at the large wooden table. She gently pushed a scroll.

"The Elyrithians," Adelaide was talking, "a great empire, once unmatched in power. They harnessed forces we barely understand, bending the world to their will. When they fell apart, the nations we know today were formed, and Aetherfall is one of them."

Caylan barely glanced at the scroll. He stared out the window, watching the winds swirl through the trees beyond Aetherfall's towering walls.

"Aetherfall stands on the ruins of their empire," Adelaide continued. "It is still unclear how they had the power to conquer so much land. For some reason, little information has reached us, some of it was destroyed, possibly by the Elyrithians' own descendants."

She paused and watched for any sign of interest. "Recently, one of our scouting parties found something in Carondale, mentions of strange stones. They uncovered shards of an ancient, powerful crystal. Deep violet, and..."

She sighed. "Caylan, you're not listening."

"I am. You were talking about some crystals or whatever."

"If you have something to say, just say it. What's on your mind? Your teacher complains that you're getting distracted."

"I just... I liked it better when it was just the two of us, without an extra teacher. He never lets me leave early and always tattles to the king."

"Well, he'd be in trouble if he didn't." Adelaide chuckled. "I can't believe how fast you're growing. I'm always so busy, and I'm sorry I can't be with you like before. But I made time just for this lesson."

She scooted closer. "After we're done, we can take a walk around the city, maybe sketch some landscapes... or just lie in my bed, cuddling, like you love, honey. I'll squeeze you so tight you won't be able to breathe."

"I'm not that little anymore, Mum."

"Alright, alright, big boy. But I know you won't say no to cuddling with your Mommy in a warm bed. You love that."

Caylan sighed. "Fine. But I'm too old to call you Mommy."

She giggled. "Are you too old to be my sweet son? Ugh, I still remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. Oh, hush, let me have this moment. You were such a tiny thing, all red and wrinkled, screaming loud enough to shake the castle walls."

Caylan's face turned red. "Do you have to tell this?"

"But then, as soon as I held you, just placed you right here, on my chest, you went silent. Completely. Everyone panicked! One of the midwives was about to shake you when you suddenly let out the tiniest, most dramatic sigh, like you had just finished the hardest battle of your life, and then promptly fell asleep. Right there, on my breast. No more crying, no fussing. Just this peaceful little prince who decided the world wasn't worth the trouble yet. Right from that very moment, I knew we would have a special connection that no one else would understand. My baby boy."

He smiled.

"And also, I figured out you really like napping."

Caylan shook his head, trying to fight the smile. "I don't nap that much."

Adelaide arched a brow. "Mhm. Says the boy who used to fall asleep on my lap during lessons until he was ten."

"Okay, okay, Mum! No more embarrassing baby stories."

Adelaide leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before he could dodge. "Alright, my grown-up little prince. But you'll always be my baby, no matter how much you fight it."

Caylan rolled his eyes, but the warmth in his heart told him he didn't mind as much as he pretended to.

"I... I love you, Mum. I just... Sorry if I don't always show it."

Adelaide squeezed his hand. "Oh, Caylan. I know. There are many ways a son can show his love. I know you love me, and I love you more than anything in this world."

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In the chaos with Lakanar, he had forgotten something important.

Adelaide's portrait was lying in the sand, its edges damp and damaged by the waves. Still, she looked perfect, gorgeous. One of her nipples had faded, along with part of her breast.

Maybe I can restore it?

He lowered the portrait and sighed.

No, I can't restore anything. I'm sorry, Mum, I can't restore us, and the way I see you.

At that moment, Adelaide was already sitting by the fire with the tribe, having finished her meal.

Ranarelci sat in her seat, still mourning, with a green waistband in her hand.

Adelaide curled her legs to her breasts, watching the play of flames. What were they to do to win back their homeland? Every time she asked herself that question, there was no answer.

She felt uncomfortable among Matrokai women, especially the pregnant ones, now that she knew who fathered their children. She tried not to think about it.

"Maybe I'll have to marry the King of Carondale after all. He always looked at me the wrong way. But if it's the price to save my husband and daughters... and to give him the Crystal..."

She noticed Caylan. He was sitting farther than usual. Why?

"Is he trying to avoid me?"

Her sharp eyes caught his, and he quickly looked away.

"Maybe he's still ashamed of what he told me about appreciating seeing me naked?"

She noticed something that looked like coal in his hand. "I wonder what he needs that for?"

When the ritual began, Ranarelci handed Adelaide and the other women a cup of liquid. It was the Water of Life. Adelaide recognized it instantly by the way it shimmered with colors like a rainbow.

She didn't refuse, not after striking her, and not after Ranarelci lost her son.

"Maybe just a little. Just pretend it's wine, Adelaide." She took a sip to calm her nerves.

The young men each chose a partner, one by one. Adelaide watched as they approached their mothers, she saw it clearly now, and led them to their huts.

This wasn't just a ritual where young men chose partners.

This was sons choosing their mothers.

"I can't believe I didn't notice it before... Perhaps, I just didn't want to."

When the last young man led his mother into one of the huts, Adelaide noticed Caylan suddenly stand up. She glanced at Ranarelci, who made no move to stop it. Whatever it was.

Ranarelci turned to Adelaide and smiled, a rare smile, one that cut through the pain of losing her son, meant only for her.

Caylan walked nervously between the rows. The sounds around them faded, the wind stilled.

Adelaide did another sip, sip after sip. She tried to ignore what was happening. Tried not to think about it.

The silence and the absence of footsteps made her open her eyes. She saw Caylan standing before her. Everyone was watching them.

"Mum?"

She gulped and wiped the droplets of the Water of Life from around her mouth.

"What are you... doing, Caylan?" She whispered, looking around.

"You know what, Mum."

He took her hand and helped her up. The people around them smiled.

Adelaide blushed deeply when he touched her lips with his. They kissed in front of the entire tribe; rather, he kissed her, and Adelaide, frozen, didn't move.

His eyes met Ranarelci's. She still looked shattered after the loss of her son, but a faint smile played at the corners of her lips.

Caylan took Adelaide's hand and led her to their hut on the outskirts of the Matrokai settlement. She followed, unsure of how to react. What was she supposed to do in this situation?

As soon as they were inside the hut, Adelaide pushed him away.

"Stay back... I don't know what's happened to you." She pressed herself against the wall. "I don't even know who you are anymore."

"Mum, listen..."

"No! You make me sick, Caylan. You... you... We are not like them! You had no right to choose me! You shouldn't have... You're insane, I'm your mother, not just some woman. We've already broken so many rules, done things that would have gotten us executed in Aetherfall long ago. But you keep pushing... You keep... I don't even know. Doing whatever it is you do."

"I did it to save Kanavasi. I had to choose you as my wife for that."

"How could that possibly be connected!?"

"It's directly connected. Ranarelci will only believe my story if you and I..."

"If you and I what?" She crossed her arms, slightly lifting her breasts. Her brow arched, both angry and questioning.

Caylan sat on the bed, gently running his hand over it.

"I don't understand what you're trying to show me, sweetheart."

"No, I think you do."

She slapped him across the face.

"Do you understand my answer?" she nearly shouted. She raised her hand to strike him again but fell silent when Caylan pulled out a small, glowing stone.

"I think you know better than I do what this is. A chance to stop Darst."

He was right. The look in her eyes said it all. Adelaide knew

"Let's face it. We're stuck. Carondale won't help us unless you suddenly decide to marry their king. Maybe this is our new chance."

He lifted the stone higher.

"The price of Carondale's help is marrying their king. But the price you ask for... is us." She took the stone. "Why don't we just pretend? How would she even know if we did what she asked?"

"She'll know."

"How?"

"We have to do this, Mum."

Adelaide sat beside him, her breasts just inches away. "You don't actually expect me to do that."

"Think about what's at stake."

"I know exactly what's at stake. And I'm not about to commit... consanguinity."

"I'm ready." He kissed her shoulder.

Adelaide was horrified. She grabbed him by the hair and neck. "No! You shouldn't be ready! You shouldn't say that! You're the future king. We can't fall to the level of Darst... We... you're my son."

"I see no other way." He slowly moved her trembling hand away from his neck. "We had such a good time on this island. Don't you think? I've never felt this free, this close to you. Only here, away from everything, did I truly realize how much you mean to me, Mum. How important you are."

He leaned in, his breath warm against her lips, barely brushing them. "Just once... it could save the entire kingdom."

His hand traced over the surface of her right breast, gliding over it, over the nipple, as if massaging the top layer of skin or polishing her breast. He touched it, but didn't squeeze.

She stared into his eyes for a long time. Long and intense. "Are you really ready to... enter me? Into the place from whence you came? Into the place from which you emerged? It's against nature."

Caylan's throat went dry as he swallowed. His already hard cock, which neither of them were paying attention to anymore, got even harder and even shuddered a little.

"If that's the price..." he said. Adelaide jerked her hand, her right breast bouncing gently upward. She ripped off his hipbelt. His cock, leaning slightly to the left, looked straight up and was turned exactly in her direction.

She stared at it for a long time. At the cock she created and nursed. Adelaide, her heart pounding, stood up and slowly lowered her waistband down.

Caylan opened his mouth in amazement. There was a faint light in the hut, a pleasant odor reached him and right in front of him, just below the level of his face, was...

Adelaide's pussy. Beneath the lush brown triangle of hair was a two dark-pink tender cheeks, curved to either side. Left and right, with a barely open space between the two cheeks. With a small hole inward, the one where he came from. Around that hole was white skin that wasn't touched by the sun. Her whole groin was white as milk.

She put her hands on her hips. "Now look closely and tell me what you see? What do you feel? You can't feel..." She fell silent. His cock remained hard. Perhaps even harder and firmer than it had been.

"You look magnificent, Mum... Like a goddess," he whispered. His ears were insanely red.

"You can't like what you see. You just can't. It's not right!"

"I love what I see." He got up. His cock at the level of her hips.

"Don't come too close." She extended her hands and took a step back. "Do you understand exactly what we're going to do?"

Caylan, barely able to look away from his birthplace, nodded. Weakly.

She draped her hair over her breasts. "Don't you feel disgusted by this?"

He shook his head.

Adelaide sighed deeply. "I just can't believe this."

Abruptly she turned around, showing off her voluminous pink and white ass in all its glory. Voluminous, firm and sweet. She bent over. "I don't want you to see my face, and I don't want to see your face. This will be the fastest penetration... possible. Just so that... Ranarelci is sure... Please, make it quick before I change my mind."

She begs me to penetrate her.

His cock aimed precisely at her, exactly at the level of her ass and vagina. He slowly placed his hands on her thighs, licking like mad with thirst. Her skin was warm, tan stripes on her back.

"We're going to do this to save Dad and my sisters, Mum."

"I don't want to do this so much, baby. Please, just... don't mention your father when... Akgghhhhhh!" Adelaide shrieked. Caylan, having found the entrance, slammed into her at full speed. He rose up on his tiptoes, jerking his whole body, finding himself completely inside his mother. His cock was inside his birthplace. Inside Adelaide.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhh... MUM!" His brain burned with fire, and his blood boiled. He bit his lip, almost to the point of drawing blood, and his thighs moved, tightening. "Holy fuck."

"We did it... we did..." Adelaide put her hands on her knees. "You're inside... me..." She gulped. She could feel him... feel his big cock. "My baby is inside me."

Instead of finishing it, however, Caylan jerked back and entered again. It wasn't just entering, it was full-on thrusting.

Full-on sex.

"Stop... Caylan. It's over! What are you... doing..." Adelaide's breathing quickened. Caylan didn't stop. He came out and in again, out and in. "We didn't agree... on that... Oh my God. You are fucking me."

"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Mum... Shhhh... Let me... take this moment. This is... incredible..." His hands slid off her hips a little further, touching her sides, her ribs. "'akgghhh, akghhh... akghhh..." The air came out jerkily with each rough, nervous raw thrust. "Dad is such a lucky bastard. It's amazing!"

"Don't say it! Don't get caught up in it! Please... Stop..." Her skin on her ass split in waves with each hard penetration, her body jerked forward, stroke after stroke. Nothing could stop Caylan anymore.

"Ughhh, ughh... ughhh... Stop it! CAYLAN!"

"This is better than I could have imagined... oh yeah... It's... incredible... Your pussy is... You are a goddess, Mum! You are so tight, holy fuck."

"Caylan... stop... Akgghhhhhhhhh." Her knees failed and she fell, managing to put her arms out. She sat up on her knees, but Caylan was still behind her. He placed his hands on her back, pressing Adelaide down. She lowered her head, her hair falling over her face.

"Akgghhhh... this can't be happening Caylan... this can't be happening... We'll be killed if we go back... us. We are doing consanguinity! And it's so... horribly nice."

"Akgghhhhhh... Mum... Mommy!" He bent over, touching her back with his chest, and gently cupped his hand around her right breast, stroking the softness and cupping the nipple between his fingers. His lips kissed her back, her neck.

"Don't call me... Mommy... It's wrong... but so... good..."

Her inner cheeks clenched, each time he reached inside, trying to stop him from penetrating her, but making it worse. Her vagina clamped down on him so hard he almost cried out in pleasure.

"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Mum... You're my first woman. I'm fucking my mother... I can't fucking believe it."

Ranarelci and The Matrokai tribe won. The squelching sounds of two bodies colliding filled the quiet hut. Moans came off Adelaide's lips with a light cry.

Mother and son, for whom incest was the worst curse and sin imaginable, were now fucking with each other. All for the greater good, in their opinion, at least in Adelaide's opinion.

"You are my wife now, Mum... I don't care. You are my wife, and we are mating."

"Stop... while we still can... this is wrong, Caylan! We'll get killed for this." She moved her ass left and right as if that might stop his penetrations, but it only intensified each of his passes inside, each collision of his hot young cock with her pink spunky tight insides.

"This is the best feeling... It feels so good... I can't believe I didn't try this before... So fucking good... ughhhh... I'm mating with my Mommy."

"Don't say... Mommy... We've been turned into monsters." Adelaide closed her eyes, her whole face burning. She couldn't deny that it was bringing her pleasure. Her son fucking her was bringing her euphoria. All that was burning in her mind was a red light. A red bright light that said this had to stop. But she couldn't.

He squeezed her right breast hard, then slapped her ass with his other hand.

.."Ohhhh... I want to... finish on you... Ohhhh... you're so good." He pressed harder against her smoothly tender back, massaging both big firm breasts. She almost cried out as her orgasm overtook her. Her body shivered slightly and she threw her head back and opened her mouth.

"Caylan..." she muttered, clenching her teeth. "You are not my son... anymore."

"I'm here, Mum... I'm with you. Agghhh, agghhh... agghhh... I'm your son... and I'm... fucking you... Ughhhhhhhhh! Mommy!" His orgasm caught up with him just as suddenly. He pulled his cock out at a steep angle and Adelaide fell on her side, breathing heavily. He climaxed, aiming straight for her body and her face. "AKGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

As she recovered from her orgasm, white jets of fluid aimed at her stomach, her breasts, and her face. It almost hit her eye, another ended up on her cheek, on her nose, at the edge of her mouth, on her forehead and on her nose.

Caylan's brain stopped working, and melted away. He thought of his beloved mother, and of cumming on her face, on her breasts...

Fuck those rules. Fucking mum is the best moment of my life.

These were the thoughts that rattled through his skull in the blasts of euphoria. Finally he was empty - all the seed was on Adelaide, who was lying flat on the floor. Covered in the viscous liquid, her nose absorbed the odor. A drop of seed dripped into her mouth, and she tasted that vital sweet flavor.

She couldn't think about anything, it was as if her thoughts were absent. Caylan had one thing on his mind, holding his swollen cock in his hand.

Even if I die tomorrow, life was worth living. I just fucked the best woman in the whole world, and I don't care if she's my mother. She's the best for that very reason.

Caylan took a bite of coal. His whole face was still burning. While Adelaide was distracted, he made a noticeable mark on her ass. She didn't even feel it. Caylan lay down next to her, watching her breasts heave with each deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Mum. I couldn't stop." His arms and legs still didn't obey well. His body was too relaxed.

"You just... fucked me. Despite me pleading... I don't know you anymore. I don't know who you are. What you've become. You are not my baby boy. Ugh... I can't believe I'm saying this but... if you couldn't hold yourself perhaps you should be castrated then. God, I never cheated on Alistair. What have we done? She wiped his cum from her face with her clothes.

Caylan took her hand. "We did it to save dad and my sisters. No one will know about this but us and Ranarelci, Mum. Do you understand? What happened doesn't mean you stop being my Mum. I love yo.."

"No. Don't say that you love me. Don't you dare! Because I know now that you don't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have done that. You betrayed me in the worst way possible, baby. You... I don't love you anymore."