Ventorino Kingdom - Collapse or Fall (8)
Thwup.
With a sinuous, seductive curve, the queen’s outstretched toes finally touched the prince’s most intimate place and pressed down hard.
Katarina had not meant to bring her foot to her son’s groin. Her original intention was simply to use her toes to strip away his trousers. In her flustered state, though, she had lost her balance while stretching out, and that was where her foot had ended up.
So she had been about to jump back in shock and apologize.
But she didn’t. No, she couldn’t.
“Hngh, ah, a….”
“……”
Alfonso could feel it clearly.
The strangely contorted expression on his face, the moans spilling from his mouth—everything told her that her son was getting his penis steadily pressed by her foot and savoring the pleasure.
“See? He likes it, doesn’t he?”
Valdes snickered from the side. But Katarina could not say a word. He had been the one who’d said that even something as simple as having his foot used on him was enough to make Alfonso enjoy it.
It felt strange. By her common sense, she could not understand how being touched by a foot could feel good. Hands or a mouth, perhaps, but a foot? That seemed odd. She could not help but think it gave off a certain perverted impression.
“Wouldn’t it be better to just take them off already? At this rate….”
“Ah.”
Katarina, who had been mindlessly pressing down with her foot, finally came to her senses.
She had ended up finding this amusing—pressing and caressing her son’s penis with her foot. A chill ran up her spine. She was doing something that should never have happened, and yet she was aroused. Not only her husband and daughter, but that profane excitement had now reached her son as well.
“……”
Until now, she had consciously tried as hard as she could not to think about Alfonso at all. It had all been in vain.
“Nngh, haa, ah, o, mom….”
In Katarina’s eyes, she could see her son’s face as he was being toyed with by her foot and getting thoroughly worked up.
Alfonso, the son she had never once imagined seeing in such a state of arousal.
With her attention fixed on the sensation at her toes, she could tell that the prince’s tool had become far larger than before. She had done all of this herself. Because of her, her son’s manhood had grown even harder.
So then—
“Al….”
“Hah, uhn, y-yes….”
If her son liked it—
“Does it feel… good…?”
“Y-yes… it, it feels… haa… good, mom….”
—then maybe it was all right.
“I see… I see… ♡”
A lewd smile bloomed on the queen’s face.
It was not the mother’s expression she had desperately been trying to maintain until now, but the face of a female delighted in toying with a man. Katarina’s mind became a little clearer. Having found a justification she could accept, the mother was no longer merely a mother.
“Heheh….”
With a coquettish laugh, her foot lifted slightly, then eased back. The moment the pressure on his shaft disappeared, Alfonso’s face twisted in blatant disappointment. Katarina, who had been waiting for exactly that expression, felt a surge of satisfaction.
From the beginning, Katarina had regarded her children as half the property of their parents, or as extensions of herself. In truth, that was a common trait among most royals and nobles. They valued the family line above the individual. Among them, Katarina’s inclination was especially strong.
So she had tried to raise her daughter and son into ideal members of royalty, while also teaching them what she believed they absolutely needed. To Katarina, the sight of her son moving exactly as she wanted was deeply gratifying.
“You’re focusing only on your son, Katarina. That’s a little hurtful, don’t you think?”
Valdes complained in a wounded tone to the woman who was pouring all of her attention into Alfonso.
Of course, he wasn’t truly hurt or disappointed. On the contrary, he found it amusing. In fact, this was shaping up to be the best possible outcome once Alfonso had been brought into the picture.
Alfonso was a troublesome target to touch directly or harm openly, but once Katarina was inserted between the two men, the situation changed. Using her, he could draw exactly the picture he wanted without much trouble.
He had no intention of teaching Alfonso the real taste of a woman. Even if he did, it would be with a woman who had nothing to do with him, one he had not touched himself. In other words, so long as he didn’t lay a hand on Valdes’s women or targets, there was no reason for him to care who Alfonso was bedding.
Well, I don’t know whether he’ll still be able to make love normally with another woman after a week…
That wasn’t really his problem, was it?
“Ah, I-I’m sorry… I, it was just… c-cute, the thing….”
Valdes barely held back a laugh.
What a ridiculous thing to say.
“Is that so? Well, I suppose that’s possible. He is a lovely son, after all.”
“R-right…?”
“Then I’ll tease him in my own way, too… go ahead and do as you please.”
Saying that, he accelerated the hands he had briefly slowed, moving them faster and more aggressively. Under that relentless groping of her breasts and sex, Katarina straightened the leg stretched out beneath the bed and shuddered all over.
“Hhngh…! Y-yes, ah, ahh…! V-Valdes… ♥ T-there, yes…! Nngh! Ah, it feels, oh, so good… ♥”
“……”
Alfonso was disappointed that he had not received his mother’s footjob. Still, watching his mother being toyed with by Valdes’s hands was enough to keep his eyes busy and his body heated.
“Katarina.”
“Y-yes, heheh… ♥”
“Your son’s waiting. You’re not going to do it?”
“U-uhn, hah, I-I should… do it….”
Throwing off the annoyance that had just surfaced, Katarina moved her foot again.
It was her first time stripping pants with a foot, but it was still a little easier than using her mouth. It wasn’t that difficult. Alfonso was also thrusting his waist toward her foot as if eagerly asking to be undressed. She only needed to hook the waistband with her toes and pull downward.
The hardest part, in fact, was Valdes’s interference. And a little, just a little irritation. In the end, it took only a few minutes before Alfonso’s trousers came off.
Whether it was lucky or unlucky, his underwear came down with them, snagging on his thighs. Taking the rest of the lower garments off was a little cumbersome. And because she had kept her leg lifted the whole time, her thigh was already at its limit.
“Uuuhn….”
Valdes read the faint trace of pain mixed into her moaning, intoxicated excitement.
“Looks like your leg is bothering you.”
“A-ah, y-yes….”
“Then shall we let you rest for a moment?”
“……!”
That sounded to Alfonso like a polite way of saying, That’s enough, now go back.
To be sent away while so thoroughly worked up was horrifying just to imagine. There was no way he could go back to his room alone, learn how to handle himself, and awkwardly use what he had learned—or wait until the desire finally subsided.
“Pfft.”
“Nngh, w-well….”
“I know, I know. You don’t want to leave like this.”
“……”
Alfonso’s face turned bright red, and he could neither affirm nor deny it.
Answering was embarrassing. Strangely enough, he did not feel much in the way of negative emotion toward him right now. No, one thing remained. Fear. It felt similar to, yet slightly different from, the feeling of looking at his father, the king.
One thing was certain: he felt as though he must not defy him.
Valdes was still a commoner who had not yet been knighted, and a half-blood with filthy demonic blood mixed in. But from Alfonso’s perspective, he was a strong man he could never hope to beat. In raw force, and as a man. Alfonso understood that viscerally.
“Alfonso.”
“…Yes….”
“Your mother, Katarina, says her leg is getting tired. What should you do?”
“……”
The boy’s mind whirred rapidly. Under normal circumstances, the answer would be to massage her, but the clever prince realized that was not acceptable.
Right now, his mother was his mother, yet not his mother. He could not touch her carelessly, and if he did, he would not get what he wanted.
After a moment’s thought, he found the answer quickly.
Thud.
He knelt on the floor beneath the bed.
“Smart boy.”
“Hih-! …Ah, haa… y-yes, that’s right… my Al is, heeek… s-so smart….”
And at almost the same moment, Katarina shuddered and came, scattering her release. The arousal and pleasure that had been building since before Alfonso’s interruption now burst free at last.
Spurt! Spurt-spurt!
“Ah….”
At that distance, Alfonso naturally took the full force of the fluid sprayed from his mother’s body across his face.
“Hahaha! Well, that’s bad timing. …Or maybe it’s good timing?”
“Ugh….”
The boy frowned at the wet fluid that soaked his face. So startled was he that he almost sprang upright. For someone who knew so little about such delicate sexual matters, it was easy enough to mistake this for urine. The room was not very bright, either, which made it worse.
But it did not take him long to realize it was not urine. For one thing, the smell was different.
“That’s called squirting. It’s the fluid a woman releases when she really comes hard. It’s not the same as urine… probably.”
“When she… comes hard….”
Valdes had only said it to let him know it was different from urine, but Alfonso did not hear the second half of the explanation. His attention fixed instead on the first part.
“Ah, uhn, hngh….”
Katarina was shocked by the fact that she had sprayed her release onto her son’s face, and her cheeks flushed red. She was mortified. But when she tried to cover her face with both hands, Valdes stopped her.
By squeezing her breasts hard.
“Hiee! V-Valdes s-sir… hauh, ah, it h-hurts….”
“Hurts? Don’t be a drama queen. You’d better hurry and move, wouldn’t you? Your son’s waiting.”
“……R-right….”
That was right. Her son was waiting.
Katarina fought to calm her pounding heart and once again extended her foot toward Alfonso’s groin beneath the bed. But because he had knelt down, the distance had increased and the length came up a little short.
“Might I move a little closer?”
“Of course.”
“Th-thank… y-you….”
She wondered briefly whether this was something she should really be thanking him for, but still, she rose from between Valdes’s legs and moved toward the edge of the bed. And just as she was about to perch herself in a suitable spot, Valdes swiftly moved underneath her.
“Eh? V-Valde— uhn?! Ah, ha, ahhngh— ♥”
“!!”
Alfonso’s eyes widened.
Because the distance had shrunk considerably, he could see it. Valdes’s cock, thrust precisely into the opening of his mother’s body. It was the joined image of male and female sex that he had failed to see properly before, because he had been too far away and blinded by rage.
Gulp.
The boy swallowed.
Instinctively, he knew. He knew how obscene, how indecent, that sight was.
“A-ah, a-at least say… haah, something… ♥”
“I just thought of it now. It’d be boring to just grope your breasts and pussy, wouldn’t it? Do your best to move around and satisfy two men.”
“Hah, hahn… y-yes, yes… ♥”
Katarina finally reached her foot out toward her son’s erected shaft.
“Hehhn…!”
“Uhn, h-hah….”
Mother and son both let out moans heavy with pleasure.
Their reasons were different.
The mother because the adulterous partner’s cock was stabbing at her womb. The son because the sole of his mother’s foot and his penis were meeting directly. Neither reason was normal, but no one cared.
“M-mom… haa, uhn, y-yes, it feels good….”
“Haa, heh, heheh… to get off while being stepped on by your mother’s foot—our Al really is a filthy pervert, isn’t he?”
“Hngh! …Y-yes, yes. Al was a pervert… s-so… p-please step harder….”
“Heheh, ah, kyaah!! H-hehe… ♥ S-sorry… ♥ Mom is, haa, b-busy getting pierced by Valdes… s-sir… so… hurr, hurry up and, yes… ♥ C-come already… ♥”
The abuse was so vicious it was hard to believe she was speaking to her own son. And yet Alfonso was delighted. The pleasure of having his penis steadily crushed beneath his mother’s foot. Even when the thickness of his shaft was pressed down to half its size, the boy did not feel pain; he only felt happiness.
The sensation from that most sensitive place was blissful, and so was the sight of his mother’s pussy being filled to the brim. And the way his mother whispered to him so softly was wonderful too. His beloved mother was lending him her foot for his sake.
“Ah, ah, nngh, hngh…!”
“Huhng, ah, hngh, haa, Valdes sir… ♥ Katarina did well, didn’t she? I even gave my son a sex education, and I’m keeping him happy… ♥”
Katarina, barely bothering to control her strength, lazily twitched her right foot. She pressed down lightly, withdrew, and repeated the motion. Even so, she swayed her hips and waist softly, savoring Valdes’s cock with every sense her pussy could muster.
“Yes, yes. You’re doing wonderfully. That’s our Katarina. Seeing you like this… I think it might even be more enjoyable than Clara.”
“Ah… ♥ R-really? I-I’m so happy… ♥ Hah, hngh…! Uhn, Valdes, Valdes sir… ah, Valdes sir… ♥♥”
She forgot even the manner of speech she had been using until just now to try to seem younger, and pressed her back and hips tightly against Valdes. A naked mother, acting coy and cute toward a man only a few years older than herself. Alfonso thought it was beautiful and lewd in equal measure.
“There’s something I’m curious about….”
“Y-yes, yes ♥ Uhn…! Ask me a-anything ♥”
“What do you think of your son’s cock?”
A question sharp enough to hit her at her most sensitive moment.
But Katarina had already discarded reason.
“Al’s… cock? Well, it’s far too small, of course ♥”
“Ugh…! M-mom…?”
“It takes after his father, too—his cock is ugly, and its size is barely anything at all…. Haa, compared to Valdes sir, it’s a different world… ♥”
“……Sob! Hngh, hah…!”
Even through her son’s moans, mingled with tears and arousal, Katarina did not stop speaking. Rather, she pressed harder with her foot, rubbing and pinning down the shaft. That left Alfonso with no choice but to become even more aroused, despite the unreasonable hurt and anger churning in him.
“That rotten son’s ugly little cock… take this!”
“Ah, nngh—!!”
“Step on it quickly… kyaah!”
Spurt! Spurt… spurt….
“Ah, ahhh….”
The prince looked at the white fluid staining his mother’s foot and felt, for some reason, tears welling in his eyes.