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Its with great pleasure I say hello to all that have found their way to my page, looking for a story. Should you continue reading and begin this tale, you should know a few things about the story you are about to consume. Before I talk about the plot, a fun fact about this story is that I wrote it all with the help of Ai Dungeon. Keep in mind as you read, this story was written by NOT JUST 1 horny author, but also, a horny Artificial Intelligence.

Key Plot Summary:

This is the story of Prince Michael, who lives in a magical version of Earth as the Prince of Wales. Earth is a planet with magical properties and creatures, and since his birth it has been Michaels quest to collect, have sex, and find connection with the inhabitants of this world, even if they are blood related to him 😉 There will be plenty of sex throughout this story, but its important to understand that with this piece I’ve really tried to make it something more of a drama and a story, and the writing wont be entirely focused on Michael having sex 24/7, or even every chapter. That said, there is PLENTY of sex, and you won’t find yourself having to wait long before finding gratification in the story. All in all, at the time of writing this, this story is an open ended adventure with no distinguishable end in sight. Meaning, I am still writing this as I post it! At the time of posting Chapter 1, Ive already completed in writing 10 chapters, and will be including those submissions shortly after chapter 1’s successful upload. This is my first attempt at writing such a story, so naturally, I am open to comments, criticism, and suggestions!

Enjoy…

CHAPTER 1:

My story is one that takes place in a fantastical, magical, and sordid version of Earth – a world where magical creatures and humans talked, interacted, and did so much more.

I am Michael, the Prince of Wales. I was born into the world as the heir apparent to my fathers throne, and immediately I began searching for the woman who would become my Queen. Growing up, I searched for a woman to bear my children, and I searched for a woman to share my life with. I searched for what seemed like forever, but there was nothing. Even though I could never find a woman, I never gave up. Still, it was hard to remain optimistic. There was something off about most of the women I interacted with. It seemed to me that they really nişantaşı escort only liked me, or cared about me, because of my Royal status. This led to a lot of failed dating stages, awkward kisses, and some painful rejections of peasant women at school.

So, you can imagine my surprise when, on my 18th birthday, I went up to my bedroom and saw my own mother, Gwen, the Queen of Wales, sitting on my bed… topless! Was this really happening? How was I so lucky? All of my life I had idolized my mother. She was a strong and present figure in my life that represented steadiness, loyalty, and unconditional love. We had always been physically close, even bathing together into my teenage years. She looked at me and smiled. I was speechless, and simply stared. Thankfully, she seized the moment, and began to speak.

“Michael, I must confess something to you. Ever since you were a kid and would shower with me, I enjoyed watching you grow into such an amazing young man, a Prince, the true heir to the throne. It has always filled me with pleasure to watch you physically grow and mature, but one day as we showered together in your youth, you pointed up at my breasts in the shower and giggled. I knew my boy was growing into a man at that very moment. Besides, for years prior, I had steadily noticed your cock get bigger every year. Then when you were 12, we had to stop showering together indefinitely because it was obvious you were entering puberty! But now, I’m here to beg you, please shower with me, your mother. I long for the touch of a gentle man. Your Father, the King, hasn’t serviced me in so long, and I ache for my son’s warm grasp.”

The room fell silent. I didn’t know how to reply to such an honest admission from my Mother. Of course, I appreciated and understood where she was coming from. Being married to my father, the King, was surely a stressful way for somebody to live their life. He was constantly out of the castle, hunting and tending to the business affairs of our kingdom. I couldn’t imagine they had been very sexually active, considering the desperation in my mothers voice. I was in awe. And then, she said the most romantic thing ever:

“Michael… after we shower… I want you to plunge your huge cock back into the pussy that gave birth to you. Do you think that’s something you’d enjoy?”

That nusaybin escort was music to my ears… She was my mother and my queen, but also my fated princess. We went to the shower, and she let me do all the talking, all the directing. I didn’t care that she was my mother. That first shower we shared together, after years of my body maturing, was incredibly intimate. We started it off with her bent over, ass out, grabbing the walls for balance as I rubbed my cock alongside the entrance of her pussy. Hot water cascaded down our bodies, for the moment fogging up the shower and obscuring perfect vision. I savored these moments, the last few seconds of my life I would remain a virgin. Then, I pushed my cock into her. She let out a moan that turned into a scream. It was happening. I was inside my mothers vagina. In my bliss, I couldn’t figure out what was hotter, the water, or her insides.

Then, she whispered in my ear,

“I love you, Michael! I love you so much!”

I couldn’t believe the sensation my mother’s pussy was giving me. As the hot water poured onto our bodies, the bathroom continued to grow steamier. I began to realize that this first time having sex with my mother was probably going to change my life forever. Water splashed around with the rocking motion of our bodies in coitus, each time my cock bottoming out in her pussy, our groins meeting with a pleasant wet slap. This really was like a dream come true. All of a sudden, it seemed that my years of worship and loyalty to her were now being rewarded. I wouldn’t have rather been rewarded in any other fashion.

When we got out of the shower, we looked at each other. She was still naked, drying her legs with a towel. I was obviously still hard as stone. I went to look for a razor to shave my face. While I was doing that, my mother, who was now my lover, sat down on the toilet in the bathroom and looked at me longingly, seeming like she had a lot on her mind. She said to me,

“Are you having fun? Having sex with me I mean? I am your mother after all.”

A grin spread across my face. I said in return,

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you how much I was enjoying this. Like, this is a serious realization of a fantasy for me. I love you…”

Pleased with my response, yet still with concern, she said,

“Aren’t you concerned odun pazarı escort that your father, The King Of Wales, might find out? If I were to have an incestuous baby with you, he might get suspicious to whose baby it is, as we haven’t been regularly having sex. Imagine the worst case scenario! What if he found out it was your child?”

Perhaps my good judgment was clouded by my horniness. But at that moment, I couldn’t have cared about any possible future involvement of the King. Our being here, naked in the bathroom together, it just felt so right. It felt like I had been waiting all my life to open the pages to this new story I was embarking on with my mother, and I wasn’t going to let something like her realistic concerns about my safety get in the way of our animalistic pleasure.

I said,

“That’s why we should go far away from the kingdom, to make sure he doesn’t find out about us. We should run away together and get married. Let’s leave tonight.”

She looked deep into my eyes for a few moments. It seemed to me she was seriously weighing my proposal – taking it seriously, and considering all the risks and ramifications. Still, she didn’t have to think for very long. She stood up, her breasts bouncing purposefully, and walked over to me. She pulled me in for a naked hug, my erect cock pressing against her stomach, and her massive tits squishing against my chest.

“My son,”she trailed off.

“Michael. We will run away together, and we will get married in a far away land where we can be happy. And one day, we will have a baby together. I love you, Michael. I love you so much.”

We embraced and had a deep kiss, our naked bodies melting into each other’s. After our kiss ended, she pulled a towel around my waist, grabbed my hand and walked me back to my palatial master bedroom. My father, the King, wouldn’t return that night, as he was out on a fox hunt. So, for at least one night, my mother’s body was going to be my playground, my safe haven.

The rest of the night was a blur of making love and showering together. We didn’t care. We were in love, and we were sure it was all going to be okay. Not many words were said that night. Moans and groans of pleasure were how we communicated in between our orgasms. Mother and son were becoming one tonight, and there was no social stigma or law that could have stopped us from enjoying each other’s warmth.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms that night, our juices staining the bed. I never once considered pulling out of her when I ejaculated; I was dead set on impregnating my mother.

The morning after, though, I came to realize that my sexual heaven in the Castle of Wales was going to be short lived.

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