Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
"Bring your face closer," mom ordered as she lowered her right hand to her twat and slowly started rubbing her clit right in front of me. When my face was merely an inch from her hand, she whispered, "That's it. Keep it right there. Don't move!"
When our eyes met, she moaned, "Don't look up. Look at what I am doing!"
I redirected my gaze at her hand, watching her masturbate feverishly. Her twat was so close that I could see, hear and smell everything. God, it was so cheap and vile... and yet, it was the sexiest and most arousing thing I had ever witnessed.
She continued for several more minutes, fingering and rubbing herself -- her hand constantly bumping into my chin. Then, to my surprise, she actually started cumming in that lewd position. Her body started quivering and shaking, as her rubbing and fingering became a lot more frantic.
"Oooh fuuuuuuuuck," she screamed at the height of her orgasm. When she was finally done, she took her hand off her twat and stood up. By shifting her ass off the table, her pelvis automatically moved forward and her soaking wet pussy got shoved in my face. God, I loved that!
"Excuse me. Coming through," mom whispered, as she put her hands on the back of my head and rubbed her drenched twat all over my dumb face for a few seconds. Then, she put her weight on her right leg, so she'd be able to swing her left leg over my head. Naturally, she didn't swing high enough and ended up wiping her wet twat over the whole height of my face.
To make matters worse, she pretended to loose her footing when she reached the top of my head, rubbing her wet pussy all the way back down over my face. She repeated this multiple times, each time pretending to lose her balance. My god, this was so incredibly humiliating... so disrespectful... I fucking loved it! I could feel my pussy throbbing.
When she'd finally succesfully swung her leg over my head, I had lost my poker face. My eyes had rolled back in my head and my tongue was lewdly hanging out of my mouth -- both clear indications of how fucking raunchy I was. Mom didn't care and simply gathered her clothes.
"If you'll excuse me," she whispered, "I have to go eat out the help, several times. Maybe her ass too."
Shocked, completely humiliated and horny as fuck I was left there, all by myself. I quickly put my clothes back on and sprinted to my section of the castle.
I made my way to my bedroom, locked myself in and fingered the living daylights out of my pussy for the next twenty-five minutes, replaying all the humiliating stuff that had happened to me. Two massive and several smaller orgasms later, I got up, took a shower and headed to the library, where most of my private lessons took place.
Two lessons, lunch and another three lessons later, one of my staff members came to inform me that the queen requested my presence in the guest wing. Surprised, as that part of the castle was rarely used, I cut my lesson short and made my way over to the designated location.
"Down the hall, to your left, princess," one of the guards said, as he saw me passing by -- realizing I was looking for mom. I walked over to the last room on my left and carefully poked my head in through the half open door -- not sure what to expect.
Imagine my surprise when I saw mom, sitting on her knees on the floor, fully dressed, facing the door, staring idly out in front of her, with Titus -- her personal guard -- wanking his fat dick inches from her face. I gasped and quickly closed the door behind me.
They didn't act caught or panicked. Mom just briefly glanced at me, while Titus just kept pumping.
"Andrea," mom said, without moving an inch, "Took you long enough. Luckily Titus here was kind enough to give me something to do."
Not sure how to respond to that, I simply stared at Titus's fat cock, which he'd obviously been pumping for quite a while already.
"How... uh... did it go with Gloria?" I asked, a few awkward seconds later.
"Oh fine," mom replied, "I had to send the poor thing home. She was completely worn-out."
That's when Titus arched his back and gasped, "Oh, you fucking whore."
Mom hardly moved for the next twenty seconds as he ejaculated all over the left side of her face. It was quite an impressive load. By the time he was done, there were multiple disgusting ribbons of gooey cum hanging down her nose, cheeks and chin.
He then took a small step towards her and pushed his half-hard dick in her mouth. Mom cleaned it thoroughly and for as long as he wanted. When he was done with her, Titus simply stuffed his dick back in his pants and left the room.
"Jeez mom, you're just letting him cum on you? Whenever he wants, and in your face?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"Basically. I wouldn't be much of a whore if I didn't, now would I?" mom replied, shamelessly.
"My god," I gasped.
"We'll talk about this later, Andrea," mom replied as she used her hankerchief to wipe Titus's freshly deposited spunk off her slut face, "Right now, we've got a more urgent matter to attend to."
"What kind of matter?" I inquired.
"A personal issue," mom replied as she walked out of the room, stuffing her hankerchief back in her pocket. I followed her as she led me towards another room. She walked in, clearly expecting me to follow her.
Once inside, I was startled, but also pleasantly surprised to see Paulo there. He was sitting, clearly uncomfortably, in the center of the room, on a wooden chair -- the only piece of furniture in there.
There were two guards watching him, standing several meters behind him.
Mom looked at them and said, "Give us the room."
As soon as the guards had left, Paulo got angry.
"What are you people playing at? First you fire me and have me kicked out of the castle for something I didn't do, and then you drag me back here and lock me up like some sort of criminal!"
"Something you didn't do?" mom interrupted him, "Did you or did you not see our beloved princess here completely and utterly naked, lying on her back, legs spread high and wide, with two fingers lodged up her dumb twat?"
"Well uh... yes," he whispered, slightly surprised by mom's choice of words, "But... that... uh, wasn't my fault."
"We're not here to point fingers," mom said.
"Then why am I here?" Paulo asked, determined.
"I want to offer you a job."
"Ha," he snorted, "You could have saved yourself the trouble!"
"You haven't even heard what kind of job," mom whispered.
"Doesn't matter, I am not interested," Paulo replied, clearly wounded in his pride.
"If you'd just..." mom added, trying to reason with him.
"If you weren't my queen, I'd tell you where to shove your job," Paulo grunted, all rallied up and very confrontational. Mom realized, as did I, that he was still way too angry to have any kind of intelligent conversation with.
Mom glanced at me for a moment, trying to determine her next course of action.
"Why don't you show me?" she suddenly said, as she turned her head back towards him, swiftly unzipped her skirt and pushed it down to her knees - after which it fell to the ground by itself.
Baffled, Paulo gawked at my mom's legs, her white stay-ups and her black panties.
"Wha... what?" he mumbled flabbergasted.
"If you don't want to tell me where I should shove my job..." mom replied, as she hooked her thumbs behind the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, "... why don't you show me?"
Paulo gawked -- nearly drooled -- at the sight of mom's pussy. After letting him blatantly stare at her most private area for about three long seconds, mom snapped him out of it.
"Well?" she asked.
"Well... uh... what?" Paulo stammered.
"Where should I shove it?" mom asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"My queen, with all due respect..." he whispered, clearly still starstruck by mom's pussy.
"Respect?" she chuckled, "It's a little late for that, don't you think?"
"But... but," poor Paulo stammered, not knowing what to do or how to behave himself.
"Here, I'll make it easier for you," mom said, turning around and bending forward slightly, presenting her backside to him.
"I can't... do that," he whispered, hesitating, "The guards..."
"Don't worry about the guards," mom replied, "They won't come in, unless I call for them."
Paulo glanced at mom's perfectly formed ass for a few seconds, then at me. He went back and forth a few more times - desperately trying to figure out what to do.
"So, what's it going to be?" mom asked, addressing Paulo, but looking me in the eye, "Are you going to make good on your threat? Or do I have to call in a real cock to fuck my royal ass... right in front of you?"
"You fucking bitch," Paulo grunted, as he stepped up to her, put his right index and middle finger in his mouth for a moment and then slapped his hand against his queen's ass, promptly wiggling both wet fingers up her butt.
"Oh," mom gasped as she felt Paulo's fingers enter her and stretch her ass a little bit. She placed her hands on my shoulders, bringing her face closer to mine.
"Is this what you want, bitch?" Paulo grunted, now harshly fingering her ass.
"What I want is for you to shove your cock up my ass," mom grunted defyingly, looking me in the eye, "If you're man enough, that is!"
Paulo, annoyed and eager to prove himself, pulled his fingers out and started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as he grunted, "Fine, you want my cock up your royal ass..."
"Moooom..." I whispered softly, looking her in the eye, slightly worried.
"It's okay sweety," she smiled, almost amused at the situation.
"... then you take my fucking cock!" Paulo growled as he placed the tip of his fat dick against mom's asshole and started pushing. She grunted and squirmed as Paulo pushed on.
"Oh fuck yeah," she uttered.
Without any lube, he was relying on the sheer hardness of his dick and his anger to enter and fuck mom's ass. Which he did. I could see she was very uncomfortable, and yet she didn't object or protest once.
"Jeez mom," I whispered softly, absolutely shocked and highly impressed.
"The things I do for you," she grunted, uncomfortably, but no worse for wear. Then she glanced over her shoulder, looking back at Paulo, who was trying to establish a rhythm, moving back and forth only about half of his dick in and out of her ass.
