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It was an unusually cold day in the North, the kind that made you seek the comfort and warmth of a loved one.
Ned, however, was far away from the castle and wouldn’t return in a week's time. Catelyn had been looking forward to this trip he was taking for a while now. Although the halls of Winterfell were vast, Catelyn needed the ensured privacy and solitude that her husband's absence would offer. She was planning something very special- a bonding ritual between mother and daughter.
The moon had risen hours ago, it was deep into the groove of nighttime. However, Catelyn knew her eldest daughter well. Sansa would still be awake in her chambers.
Catelyn knocked twice on her daughter’s door, waiting patiently for an answer. For a moment, it was silent in the stone corridor. If Sansa waited a second longer to respond, Catelyn might have taken notice of the sound of Jon’s breathing. Unbeknownst to the Stark Matriarch, her nephew was watching her in the distance. His curiosity got the better of him, and he was keen to find out what Catelyn was up to at this hour of the night. Silently, he watched her.
“Come in.” Sansa spoke, her voice traveling through the thick oak door. Catelyn entered without hesitation, closing the door shut behind her. When the coast was clear, Jon took a few steps closer, placing his eye to the crack in the door.
Catelyn came into her daughter’s room sporting a faint, knowing smile. Her large pale eyes took in the sight of her beautiful daughter, laid out on her bed, in a state of undress and serenity. A sight to behold and savor, a scene so rare that it could only be shared in intimacy between mother and daughter. However, lingering eyes that belonged to an unknown voyeur were able to see it all.
“Sansa.” Catelyn spoke, taking hold of her daughter’s hand and squeezing her palms gently. “I came to you today for a very important reason. I’ll need you to listen very closely, alright?”
Sansa sat her book down, about to remove the blanket from her bed and stand, but Catelyn made a motion for her to stay right where she was.
“No need to rise. You’ll find that soon enough the bed is right where I need you to be, Sansa.”
Sansa raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“The time has arrived- you’ve come of age. You’re ready to learn the secrets of pleasure- how to properly make love.”
Sansa nearly scoffed with a laugh when she heard what Catelyn suggested. “Mother, I’m well aware of how children are brought into this world. There’s no need to coddle me.”
Catelyn smirked. “You’re arrogant, Sansa. That won’t get you far in life, especially not in the realm of marriage.” She shook her head of auburn hair and chuckled as she mused on her daughter's naïveté. “I came here tonight to begin teaching you the Tully secret.”
“Tully secret?” Sansa repeated in a questioning tone.
Catelyn nodded. “You’re a Stark, of course. But you’re just as much of a Tully as you are a Stark. You might not bear the name, but you are a Tully woman regardless of title.” Catelyn stroked her daughter’s fiery red hair, admiring her beauty.
“I’d love to know what you’re referring to mother, but you’re leaving me more confused than anything.” Sansa said, leaning into her mother’s touch. From the other side of the door, where Jon was, he watched in silence, careful not to breathe too loud.
‘Tully secret? What is she talking about?’ Jon thought to himself, brows furrowed. He was just as lost as Sansa was.
Without answering either of their curiosities, Catelyn replied “Not to worry, Sansa. I’ll start slow.” She patted the top of Sansa’s head, then moved her hands to the collar of her robe, slowly revealing her chest by pulling it to the side. “I’ll ease you into it. With the guidance of a gentle hand, you’ll find your footing in no time.”
“Mother?” Sansa asked, inching back on the bed as she watched her mother slowly strip. “What are you…?”
“My mother shared this experience with me when I was your age- and my grandmother taught my mother when she was your age as well. My great grandmother taught your great grandmother, and so on and so on. It’s a delicate, beautiful tradition that has been carried out for nearly a millennia.” Catelyn continued to explain, pulling out the pin from her hair and allowing it to fall down her back. She was still in a state of undress, her robe slowly falling down her body.
Sansa paused for a moment, pensive as she listened to her mother’s family tree lore exposition. It was a lot to take in all at once- but it didn’t catch Sansa entirely off guard. She had been noticing her mother acting differently lately- hovering over her more than usual, displaying more maternal affection, holding her hugs for just a few seconds longer than normal. Was it all leading up to this?
Without any further hesitation, Catelyn allowed her silk robe to fully drop to the floor. Sansa’s eyes widened when she saw the nude body of her mother on display. Her breasts, heavy and imposing, hung against her torso, pointing down towards her freshly shaven cunt. Her pussy, bare and naked, was already wet with anticipation. Sansa was taken aback, shocked to see the similarities between her body and her mothers. Catelyn’s nude form was like looking in a mirror to the future. Sansa couldn’t help but wonder if she would have that kind of body as well after giving birth.
“...Mother?” Sansa was at a loss for words. All she could do was match her mother’s intense eye contact. Catelyn stared her down with lustful intent, something Sansa was too naive to pick up on just yet.
“You’re ready, Sansa. I’ve been watching you. I’ve waited for so long to feel you- to embrace your untouched body before anyone else has the chance. It’s my right as a mother, and you’ll get to pass this on when you have a daughter of your own.” Catelyn caressed the jawline of Sansa’s pale face, slowly getting closer to her.
“…When I have my own daughter?” Sansa repeated the proposition, ruminating over the implications. She felt a giddy sense of excitement at the prospect.
“Yes, and when that time comes, you’ll be giving her a similar talk before the process begins.” Catelyn lets her hands fall down to Sansa’s exposed bare chest, caressing porcelain skin. Sansa felt a shudder of pleasure tingle down her spine, goose flesh rising and titillating her senses.
She swallowed the lump in her throat when she felt her mothers ice cold hands caress her breasts, her pale palms handling the underside of both tits with expert care. She held each one in her hand and squeezed gently, bringing them up and down as if she were weighing them, a shopper at a farmers market inspecting melons.
“You’ve grown into such a beautiful young lady.” Catelyn said with a faint moan, tracing her lips with her tongue. Sansa looked so good that Catelyn was salivating over the sight of her own daughter.
“I’m so proud of the woman you’ve grown into.” Catelyn breathes into Sansa’s ear, causing her to blush intensely. Shades of crimson flashed against Sansa’s delicate features as her mother continued to place delicate kisses along her neck. Catelyn puckered her lips and left a trail as she slowly made her way towards Sansa’s quivering lips.
She kissed her daughter, pulling her in close as the two women embraced, breasts pressed against one another. Sansa squirmed under her mother’s magical touch, mewling like a kitten as she felt her sensitive nipples brush against her mothers. She eagerly pushed herself against her mother, allowing her breasts to fit into hers like two adjoined puzzle pieces. Sansa looked down in awe at Catelyn’s impressive cleavage. Her large pale breasts hung heavy, light stretch marks decorating the perimeter of her nipple like rays emanating from the sun.
Sansa stared at them with admiration- the very same breasts that she used to feed on as a babe. A primal feeling, a recall to infancy when she would latch onto her mothers teet on instinct. Catelyn’s areolae were a light pink, reddish at the very center. Sansa licks her lips- eerily the same shade.
She began to salivate as if it were a learned response. Sansa couldn’t deny it- she was thirsty.
Without any prompting from her mother, Sansa leaned in with an open mouth, and latched onto Catelyn’s nipple. She began to suck, reverting back to an infantile instinct. She poked her nipple with her tongue, desperate for her mother’s reciprocation. Catelyn let out a moan, hugging her daughter in response, encouraging her to continue further.
Sansa was eager to prove just how well she could pleasure her mother. With increased vigor, she sucked even harder on Catelyn’s tit, careful not to accidentally bite down on the sensitive flesh.
The older woman moaned, biting her lip as she writhed with pleasure on the mattress. She gripped the sheets and tried to keep her composure to the best of her abilities.
“Oh, good girl, Sansa. Good girl.” Catelyn gasped, her breath hitching when she felt her daughter’s lips wrap tight around her nipple. She felt a cold dribble of saliva drip down the curve of her breast, adding to the shivering sensation Catelyn felt creep down her spine. “You’re a natural, Sansa.” Catelyn praised her daughter, patting her auburn head of hair with gentle hands. “That’s it, suck mommy’s breasts… you’re such a good girl.”
Through a crack in the door, Jon saw everything.
He felt his heartbeat increase tenfold as soon as he realized the full scope of this unfolding scenario. This was real, it wasn’t a dream, as much as he tried to rationalize it.
Jon couldn’t deny the overwhelming sense of guilt he felt as he watched the mother and daughter in their moment of intimacy. However, that guilt still wasn't enough to dissuade him from taking pleasure in the scene before him. His cock was mercilessly hard, so full of blood that he felt like he was going lightheaded. The tip of his dick chafed against his trousers and he couldn’t bear it any longer. He unbuttoned his pants, and his well endowed penis flopped out, springing up at half mast.
“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath. Cock in hand, he pumped himself in a steady rhythm, intensely focused on the spectacle before him. He had never seen anything like it before- a picture that had never been painted. He wanted to capture it forever and forever ingrain it into his memory. Worked up in the moment, Jon didn’t even realize that he was panting like a wild, desperate dog.
Meanwhile, Catelyn continued to stroke her daughter’s hair, comforting her as she sat in her lap, breast in mouth. “I’m so glad that I can finally share this ritual with you, Sansa. We have a busy week ahead of us.” Catelyn used a free hand to squeeze Sansa’s tit, jiggling it gently.
Sansa’s ice blue eyes shoot wide open, she couldn’t help but moan at the feeling.
“You and I have the same breasts.” Catelyn smiled, laughing lightheartedly as she patted her daughter on the cheek. “I remember how sensitive I was when I was your age. I still am- but I’ve developed a bit of a resistance.”
“A resistance?” Sansa says, temporarily removing herself from her mother’s tit, thinking over the implication. Curious, and with a bit of mischief, Sansa tests her mother’s claim by lightly pinching her areola, right in its center.
“Cheeky girl.” Catelyn can’t help but snicker. Instead, she turns her attention to Sansa’s breasts.
Catelyn couldn’t stop admiring her daughter's perfect perky tits. Catelyn placed her parted lips onto Sansa’s nipple. Sansa was quick to yelp in reaction, squirming under her mother’s grasp.
“Shh, it’ll be alright. You just need to ease into it…” Catelyn calmed Sansa, who slowly felt the adrenaline decrease in her veins. Catelyn returned her attention back to Sansa’s areolae, wrapping her plump lips around them. Sansa squirmed under her mother’s touch, a wave of heat overcoming her.
Outside of the room, Jon was close to climax as he watched the two women fondling each other. He was lost in pleasure- but he still had his wits about him. He knew he couldn’t risk climaxing and leaving evidence behind on the floor. He did his best to restrain himself, slowing down his pumping motions so his cock wouldn’t get too excited.
Sansa on the other hand wasn’t interested in holding back at all. She let her head fall back with ecstasy as her mother pleasured her breasts, tweaking and fiddling with her sensitive nipples. Just as Catelyn had planned, Sansa soon came to orgasm under her touch. Her daughter let out a soft whine, legs spasming and ankles up in the air as the climax overcame her.
Steely gray eyes rolled to the back of her head and Sansa was utterly lost in the moment. A full body sensation overcame her, tingles spreading up and down her spine in repeated waves. Slowly, her orgasm petered out, until she was left trembling on the bed.
Smirking, Catelyn released Sansa’s breast from her mouth, a bit of drool traveling down her chin. “You’ve done excellent, little bird.” Catelyn patted Sansa on the stomach as she lay panting. Sansa could only nod in response, too worn out to verbally reply.
Catelyn picked up her robe, tying it around her waist. “Tomorrow, we’ll begin our next lesson.” She said as she prepared to leave the room.
Jon’s ears perked up. Tomorrow? Again? He panicked as he began to button up his trousers, scurrying away before he could get caught. As he dashed down the hall to his chambers, all he could think about was what would happen the next night.
~~~
A full day had passed since Sansa experienced her first orgasm. She went about the castle, nose up in the air and completely oblivious to her adoptive brother’s intimate knowledge regarding her chastity. He watched her as they ate during breakfast, dark eyes not leaving her figure. He bowed his head in shame when she glanced towards him, face heating up with embarrassment. But eventually, his eyes wandered again, landing on the curve of her back, admiring her figure. He wondered what Catelyn had in mind for Sansa later on…What was the next part of the lesson? The thought of it gnawed at his brain.
“I can see you staring, you know.” Sansa says sharply, snapping Jon out of his fantasy. She shares a cold look with him as she takes a sip from her morning tea.
“I’m not staring at anything.” Jon lied, his chair screeching against cobblestone as he stood up from the table. He then turned to Catelyn and said “I’ll be right back. If you’ll excuse me.” He hurriedly walked in the direction of the baths, still blushing from the brief encounter. He couldn’t let either of the two women notice the growing tent in his pants. He needed to relieve himself, as humiliating as it was to admit. He couldn’t stop thinking about what tonight would bring.
~~~
Later that evening, Catelyn entered Sansa’s room. And just like yesterday, Jon stood in the shadows of the corridor, approaching from behind.
Like clockwork, Catelyn stripped her robes, showing off her nude form to Sansa, and unknowingly, to Jon as well. She sat next to Sansa on her bed, and with one simple word, she commanded “Strip.”
Sansa immediately followed suit. She took off her nightgown, revealing the slight bruises that formed on her breasts overnight. Teethmarks were lightly embedded into her skin, and a hickey formed at the base of her neck as well. Catelyn nodded, her hand wandering south towards her cunt.
“Good, good girl… you listen to your mother, my beautiful…” Catelyn breathed heavily, enraptured by euphoria as she stroked her dripping pussy. “Follow suit. Watch how I touch myself and try it yourself.”
Fingers dipped in and out of her juicy pussy as Catelyn methodically rubbed herself. “You’ve done this before, have you not?” Catelyn asked her daughter, gesturing towards her genitalia as she pleasured herself.
Sansa watched her mother, hypnotized by the movement. “Y-yes. I have.” Sansa wondered why she didn’t feel ashamed to admit it. Maybe it was because she was witnessing her mother do it right in front of her.
“Join me, Sansa.” Catelyn moaned, using her free hand to pat the spot on the bed next to her. “We’ll pleasure ourselves together. We’ll reach climax together- and afterwards I’ll show you how to feel even more satisfied. I have many things to teach you.”
Sansa nodded, hesitating for a moment before she crawled closer to her mother on the bed, inching next to her on the mattress.
“Such an obedient girl.” Catelyn stroked her daughter’s hair lovingly. “You’re so good for me, Sansa. Always heeding your mother’s word.”
Sansa took in her mother’s praise, validation flooding through her. She laid side by side next to her, arms interlocked. With their free hands, they rubbed their cunts in unison. Echoes of pleasure filled moans danced throughout the stone walls, finding their way towards Jon’s ears. He licked his lips as he watched the two women masturbate hand in hand. He was mesmerized by Catelyn’s pussy, imagining for a moment that her nimble fingers were replaced with his thick cock.
Catelyn and Sansa’s hands worked at their own pace, rubbing their cunts up and down. The two women panted simultaneously, and Catelyn could hear that Sansa was already getting close to climax- too soon, she decided. She reached out to stop Sansa, hand around her wrist. “Here- lay down.” She instructed without further explanation, pinning Sansa to the mattress. “This position is an interesting one. You can’t perform it with a male- it’s only possible with another woman.”
Sansa was confused- but didn’t stop her mother from continuing. The older woman took hold of Sansa’s leg, inching herself forward so she sat on Sansa’s other thigh. She ran her hand up and down the length of Sansa’s calf, feeling how soft her skin was. Her cunt, more than sufficiently lubricated, pressed against Sansa’s thigh. Sansa flinched when she felt her mother’s clit rubbing against her, and she watched as Catelyn slowly glided closer towards her own pussy.
Locking her legs around Sansa’s waist, Catelyn laid down parallel to her. The dripping lips of their pussies made slight contact, brushing up against one another. Sansa gasped, eyes widening when she felt the initial contact.
Catelyn hushed her, placing a finger to her quivering lips. “Shh.” She smiled, grinding herself forward and allowed her vulva to make full contact with Sansa’s. Sansa squirmed, face feeling hot. Catelyn began to gyrate her hips in a circular motion, her labia stimulating Sansa’s sensitive clit.
“Ah- m-mother!” Sansa’s eyes shot wide open as she writhed on the bed. She bucked her hips forward, returning Catelyn’s movements with equal intensity. The two women’s bodies moved in sync, with Catelyn taking the lead. With her leg keeping Sansa in place, she grinded her pussy up and down, stimulating every nerve in Sansa’s vulva.
It felt much better than her fingers. Sansa could barely keep her composure as drool began to dribble down her chin. She looked up at her mother with the same gaze as a prey animal about to be devoured. All Catelyn offered in response was a smirk- it was all too satisfying to see her daughter lost in such unimaginable pleasure. Maternal pride overcame her when she saw the joy in her daughter’s expression.
It was only the second night of their training, and Sansa had already begun her transformation. She was blossoming into the ideal slut. Nothing made that more evident than when Sansa locked her legs around Catelyn’s lower back, urging her mother closer to her. She had never felt this level of intimacy with another before- the sheer intensity of it all left her feeling frazzled in a horny daze. She could feel her brain chemistry changing as Catelyn taught her more about her body.
“Faster!” Sansa begged, her legs spasming. She whined as she rubbed her pussy against her mother’s, aching for more. “Please, I can’t take it anymore!”
Catelyn chuckled, choosing instead to take her time as she slowly continued.
Just a few feet away, behind the door, Jon was gobsmacked by the scene. He never even considered two women in such a position. He tried to keep his breathing in check, but he couldn’t help but gasp when he saw how Sansa danced on the bed, her body moving in ways he’d never imagined.
Through the thin slither of a crack in the door, a single eye was seen. Pupils dilated, iris frantically darting up and down, back and forth. Focused on the incestuous duo like a magnetic pole, unable to look away. His cock was throbbing hard- he could feel it chafing against his clothing. Precum was dripping from the end of his veiny shaft, creating a small stain on the crotch of his trousers. He could feel the organ twitching, aching, begging to be held and caressed.
Mouth dry, he didn’t let his eyes leave the sight of them as he began to unbuckle his belt, hand wrapped around his large throbbing cock. He was beginning to forget what shame felt like.
~~~
On the third night, Catelyn was not hesitant to immediately take it up a notch. When she walked towards her daughter’s bed chambers she had one thing on her mind: teaching Sansa how to properly eat out a woman.
“Yesterday we pleasured ourselves.” Catelyn began her spiel as she dropped her robe to the floor, just like she did the night previous. “Tonight, we shall pleasure each other again- in a different position. Are you ready?”
Sansa blushed at the thought. “I have to be honest, mother. My legs feel slightly cramped after last night…” Sansa looked down at her thighs, blushing.
Catelyn grinned knowingly. “Not to worry, little bird. We’ll be using our mouths this time. A Tully woman is multi-faceted and a jack of all trades, able to use any part of her body to please her partner.” Catelyn walked towards Sansa, cupping her chin with her hand. “Your mouth. Open it.”
Sansa did as she was told.
“Stick out your tongue.” Catelyn ordered.
Sansa opened her mouth further and stuck out her tongue, and Catelyn began to inspect it.
“You used this well the past few days. You were able to pleasure my breasts and you’re an excellent kisser as well. But it’s time for you to learn the most important way you can use your mouth. Not through debate or conversation, but through the art of cunnilingus.”
Sansa let out a meager laugh. “I’m not sure I’m familiar with that phrase.”
“Soon enough, you will be.” Catelyn laid Sansa down on the mattress, running the palm of her hand over the younger woman’s body. “This position has always been a favorite of mine.” Catelyn said, pulling off Sansa’s panties. “I’m sure it will be yours too.” She leaned in to smell Sansa’s warmth.
The lips of her vulva glistened, well lubricated from Sansa’s dedicated fingers. Without further hesitation, Catelyn opened her mouth, dipping the tip of her tongue in between her labia.
“M-mother!” Sansa’s toes curled as she clenched her bed sheets, knuckles turning white. “Not so sudden!”
“I’m already taking my time, little bird.” Catelyn hushed her, bucking her hips downward so her own cunt was closer to Sansa’s face. “If it’s too much for you to handle, I know of a way to distract you.”
Sansa gulped when she saw her mother’s genitalia hovering above her. Catelyn’s musk was strong but pleasant, a magnetic aroma. She found herself subconsciously craning her neck to get a better look. Sansa had used a mirror to see her own vulva before, but it was a different experience entirely getting to see one up close, face to metaphorical face.
“Take your time, let me know if the position is uncomfortable.” Catelyn instructed patiently. “If you aren’t at ease, then it won’t be enjoyable. Lay back, let a natural pose come through.” She went back to dipping her tongue in and out of Sansa’s labial folds. Catelyn didn’t hesitate to let her tongue explore every part of Sansa. Her tongue glided up and down from the prepuce of Sansa’s cunt down to the fourchette.
Sansa shuddered at the invading tongue deep inside her. The sensation was better than the feelings of fingers inside of her- her mother’s tongue was warm and throbbing. It made her squirm with euphoria, and Sansa leaned in closer- her mouth inches away from her mother’s bare cunt.
She could smell the pleasant musky aromas of Catelyn’s natural scent and the soaps she bathed herself with. Sansa found herself drawn in, her lips parting slightly as she found herself magnetically attracted towards Catelyn’s clit.
The tip of Sansa’s tongue made contact with Catelyn’s nub, and the older woman moaned on impact. “Ah, that’s it.” Catelyn eased herself in, moving herself closer to Sansa’s tongue. “Just do what comes natural. Trust your base instincts, Sansa. I won’t be able to verbally walk you through this. Just follow my lead.” Catelyn explained before sticking her tongue out, dipping it into the fold of Sansa’s cunt once more. She suckled on Sansa’s clit, with a similar gentle nature as when she gave the same treatment to Sansa’s nipple.
Sansa shivered, inadvertently sucking harder on Catelyn’s clit in response. Catelyn moaned right into Sansa’s pussy, causing a domino effect between the two women. Sansa lunged forward into her mother’s mound with more intensity, her tongue lashing up and down between the warm folds of skin.
Catelyn tasted good, it took Sansa more than a few licks to determine the taste. A pleasant, mildly sour taste. Tart and tangy like yogurt. Sansa became incensed from the smell alone- she eagerly dove into Catelyn’s cunt, lapping up and down with vigor. It was so undignified- the sloppy sound of her slurping away at her mother’s throbbing pussy. It blended in perfectly with the sound of Catelyn’s moaning.
Catelyn was more than receptive, she bucked her hips upward into Sansa as she panted with approval. If her own mouth wasn’t already full, she’d be praising her daughter’s talented tongue.
She had only begun training Sansa for a few days, and the young Stark girl was already well equipped with her tongue. Catelyn decided it was only right to reward her daughter for her excellent oral abilities. She swirled her tongue deep into Sansa’s cunt, tasting the depths of her vaginal canal. Sansa tasted sweet with a mild salty aftertaste, a sensation that left Catelyn eager for more.
She slurped upwards, catching Sansa’s clitoris in between her lips and sucking gently. She stimulated it by licking the underside of it repeatedly, right before tickling the clitoral hood with the top of her tongue. Catelyn could hear just from the way Sansa was moaning that her daughter was in the dire straits of an approaching orgasm.
Jon was close as well, eagerly pumping away with increased intensity. His nails scraped against the wooden door, eyes half lidded as he was consumed with shameful lust. He couldn’t tell if he could control himself any longer- he felt as if he was about to burst into the room and fuck both of them.
Meanwhile the two women were locked in their position of mutual cunnilingus, each one working steadfast to help the other achieve orgasm.
“Good girl, Sansa.” Catelyn whispered, then immediately returned to sucking on Sansa’s sensitive clit. Sansa locked her thighs around her mother’s neck, as if to keep her in place. Every second that her mother stopped paying attention to her cunt felt like an eternity.
“Don’t stop!” Sansa begged, returning quickly to Catelyn’s sopping wet pussy. She moaned as she dove her tongue as deep into her mother’s vagina as possible, tasting her depths and savoring the flavor. Slowly, she allowed her tongue to glide upwards, tracing along her vulva, tickling her labia minora, right before finally reaching her glistening clit.
With both of their clitorises stimulated beyond belief, the mother and daughter came to a mutual simultaneous orgasm. A duet of whining moans filled the room- just loud enough for neither woman to notice the sound of Jon’s panicked grunting.
~~~
It was the fourth night of Ned’s absence. He will be coming home soon- Jon couldn’t help but wonder if that meant it would signal the end of his nightly fun. A small part of him had hoped that bad weather would delay Ned’s return. He had grown quite accustomed to the unknowing visits he paid the two Stark women every night. He considered himself the luckiest man alive, not getting caught.
That was the impression that he was under, at least.
Catelyn was already well aware of his presence. She knew that the young man was following her in the halls at night when she would make way towards Sansa’s chambers. Like clockwork, she could hear the feeble tiptoe of her nephew, stealthily dodging behind columns and walls as he traced her every step. Through a crack in the door that Jon thought only he was aware of, he would watch the mother and daughter explore and worship each other.
Catelyn was amused by his tenacity at first. She decided to allow him to have his fun- but now, she felt like he was simply pushing his luck too far. He wouldn’t get away so easily, especially not after leaving the evidence behind. He tried to wipe it off, but Catelyn could still see the streaks of cum lingering on Sansa’s bedroom door. Such arrogance, she thought. Tonight he’ll learn a lesson in privacy for sure.
It was a special night for many reasons- one of which being that Catelyn decided to move onto the next body part to teach Sansa about.
Her daughter was laid out on her mattress, legs spread, presenting her holes for her mother. Her vulva quivered with anticipation, but that wasn’t what Catelyn was focused on. Instead she was looking at the tight hole below.
Catelyn licked her lips as she admired Sansa’s tight little bottom. Her rear end was arched high in the air, her back bending ever so slightly. Catelyn placed the palm of her icy hand on Sansa’s back and traced along the delicate curve of her spine. Sansa shuddered when she felt her mother’s sudden touch, her slender fingers like icicles against her skin. Catelyn wasn’t subtle when she slapped both of Sansa’s butt cheeks at the same time. Pinching the fat, Catelyn pulled them apart, exposing Sansa’s hole.
Sansa gasped on instinct, her puckered hole winking open and closed as the cold air of the room hit it.
“My, my, such a pretty little hole.” Catelyn admired it, bringing herself closer towards Sansa. Sansa felt herself tense up when she felt her mother’s hot breath on her sensitive flesh. Taking in a deep sniff, Catelyn moaned. “Your scent is beautiful. I could get lost in it entirely…” Catelyn licked her lips before diving in and taking a taste. Sansa held back a whimper, her muscles clenching as she felt Catelyn’s tongue tickling the circle around her anus.
Catelyn couldn’t believe how innocent and gorgeous her daughter’s musk was. The smell was addictive, enough to drive her mad. Catelyn opened her mouth wide, tongue hanging out as she lapped up at Sansa’s sensitive hole.
Sansa bit her lip, gripping the bed sheets and sweating. Catelyn’s tongue felt foreign and funny inside of her. An invading object that Sansa wasn’t sure she wanted to eject. She inadvertently clenched her asshole, tightening itself around her mother’s tongue.
Catelyn gasped with a moan, squeezing her daughter’s ass even harder in response. She dove forward, eagerly tonguing Sansa’s hole. The tip of her tongue penetrated deep inside of Sansa, tasting every inch and detail of her most vulnerable area.
“D-do you really find this pleasurable, mother?” Sansa struggled to speak properly, she could feel Catelyn’s eager tongue deep inside of her, working her like a puppet.
“Mmhm.” Was all Catelyn bothered to reply as she was deep inside of Sansa. She muffled with approval, locking her tongue in place as she reached under Sansa and began to tickle her pussy.
Sansa let out a mild shriek, her eyes widening when she felt the dual stimulations simultaneously. Her mother gently poked her clit, catching it between gentle fingers. Sansa’s knees began to wobble under her weight, she couldn’t support herself like this. Not when her mother was tormenting her in such a fashion.
Catelyn targeted her ass and clit, her tongue digging in and her fingers gently manipulating her all at once.
“Mm- Ahh!” Sansa nearly collapsed onto the bed, no longer able to support herself on her elbows and knees.
“Shh.” Catelyn calmed Sansa, patting her shoulder. “I had a feeling it would be too much for you to handle.” Catelyn said as she removed herself from Sansa, instead moving to sit on the bed. She patted the spot in front of her, spreading her legs leaning forward to show off her pussy and asshole.
“Why don’t you take a break to collect yourself? Have a taste, see how it feels from the other side.” Catelyn gestured towards her dripping wet pussy and the pulsating hole beneath it.
Sansa felt intimidated just looking at her mother. She sat with such pride, exuding confidence. It seemed to be infectious as Sansa found herself crawling forward, attracted towards her mother’s ass.
“Don’t be afraid, there’s no wrong way to do it.” Catelyn said with a chuckle. “In fact, it’s much simpler to pleasure an ass over a cunt. Just put your tongue in and follow your instinct.”
It was easier said than done. Sansa stared down her mother’s asshole for a good few seconds before finally overcoming her hesitation. She thrust her tongue forward, circling the ring of Catelyn’s ass. It was an unusual taste, but not necessarily unenjoyable. Although, she’d die of embarrassment if anyone knew of this.
“Mmm…” Catelyn bucked her hips backwards, easing into the flow of Sansa’s tongue. “That’s it, good girl. Let your instincts take over.”
It had been an odd week for Jon, but this was the most interesting scene he had witnessed so far. He couldn’t deny the twitch in his cock as he watched, but also, he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Sansa eating ass. She looked like a natural doing it as well. Her pretty pink lips parted, an eager tongue exploring her own mother’s asshole. It was utterly unladylike, primitive in nature and practice.
But seeing Sansa stoop to such a level- Sansa, always so put together and confident… It made Jon go mad.
He knew what she thought of him, that she was better than him. Prissy, nose up in the air, a certain sense of entitlement that was impossible to ignore. But now, he was exposed to a side of her he never thought existed. He no longer felt any shame- he didn’t care about the flagrant disregard for privacy, or the possibility of getting caught. His breath hitched louder, he fondled himself with increased ferocity. He was panting, gasping, taking in the sight hungrily. Sansa was lapping up at her mother’s anus like a hungry dog, all with a smile on her face. She was enjoying it, too. What a filthy slut she was- god, she was beautiful-
Jon was too caught up in his train of thought for him to even notice Catelyn had left the bed and was approaching the door. He had no time to react when she swung the door open, exposing Jon whilst he was in the middle of masturbating. His rock hard dripping cock was on full display, cradled in his shaking hands.
Jon stood frozen in place as both the mother and daughter made eye contact with him. He was finally revealed.
Sansa’s pupils shrink and she begins to panic, grabbing a bed sheet and covering her nude body. “Y-you…!” She was at a loss for words, too ashamed to speak any further. Jon was speechless as well, unable to defend himself as Catelyn stood before him.
“You have nothing to fear, child. I was aware of your presence for quite some time.” She beckoned for him to approach. Reluctantly Jon stepped forward, still in disbelief if this was all a dream or not. He always knew that getting caught was a possibility, but he never imagined it would be like this.
“What?!” Sansa immediately yelped. “No- don’t let him come in! He needs to leave now!” She shouted, furiously hiding her frame in a fetal position. Face pink with embarrassment, she stared daggers at Jon.
“He won’t be going anywhere, Sansa. In fact, I want him to stay. His presence is necessary for this next demonstration. He has assets that I cannot offer.” Catelyn replied calmly, leading Jon to the bed. “Remember the feeling of my fingers inside you? It might have felt overwhelming at first, but it was just training you for the real thing.”
Sansa gulped. “The real thing…?”
“Although my fingers are dextrous and experienced, nothing compares to the real thing, my dear Sansa.” Catelyn smiled, then turned to Jon. “You’ll be my volunteer. I need a man to practice on, to give Sansa a demonstration.” She looked down, eyes settling on Jon’s heavy balls and massive cock. “It looks like you’ve already prepared for it.”
Jon almost choked on his own breath when he heard the command. “Right now?” He nearly stuttered as he processed the request. Catelyn didn’t bother responding- instead, she knelt down, taking charge of his throbbing cock. Jon swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, unable to move. Her hands were wrapped around his length, squeezing gently and stimulating him in ways he wasn’t familiar with until now.
“Watch closely, Sansa.” Catelyn said before bringing the tip of his dick to her lips. She kissed the tip tenderly, causing Jon to flinch on impact. Sansa watched, taking in everything her mother had to teach her. She laid back on bed, hand wandering down towards her pussy.
Slowly, Catelyn leaned forward, her mouth opening wide to accommodate Jon’s girth. Jon bit his lip and held back a whine- he was overcome with pleasure flooding throughout his entire nervous system. His veins felt like they were on fire and his legs felt like they were made of jelly. He looked down at Catelyn, who kneeled before him in such a submissive position. But yet, she held all the power in her hands as she cupped his heavy balls in her palms.
Sansa rubbed her pussy, admiring her mother’s tenacity. She was able to swallow Jon’s cock so easily despite its length. She was confident with her movements, bobbing her head back and forth, not gagging at all.
Jon curled his toes against the carpet, gripping his sweaty palms into tight fists. Cateltyn made direct eye contact with him the entire time, slurping loudly, knowing just how much pleasure she was giving him. She was obviously experienced in this, as he barely felt any teeth. She had somewhat of a smug look on her face, like she knew she had him wrapped around her finger at that moment, completely at her mercy.
It felt too good, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He took hold of Catelyn’s head, grabbing onto both sides of her face firmly. He began to rock his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm, encouraging her to move along with his movements.
Catelyn wasn’t taken off guard, instead she was able to deepthroat him with more precision. She moved her head in tandem with his hips, eagerly sliding his cock as deep as possible down her throat.
Sansa was panting as she watched, fervently rubbing her clit as she watched her own mother pleasure her brother. She wouldn’t dare look him in the eye- it would be too humiliating. Instead she focused on her mother’s lips, how they stretched thin the more of his cock she took in her mouth. Such a thick cock too- Sansa wanted to feel it as well.
Slowly Jon lost his stamina, he was feeling light hearted- reaching climax soon. His hands went limp and he allowed Catelyn to finish him off. Squeezing his balls with just the right amount of pressure, she took the entirety of his cock all at once, and he immediately burst down her throat.
For a moment, Jon was blinded by ecstasy as he orgasmed, hot white cum shooting out of his cock and right down Catelyn’s throat. The sheer amount of it didn’t deter her, and she was able to take it all. Moaning, she allowed his cock to flop out of her lips, cum dribbling down her chin as she watched Jon’s member dangle in front of her.
Jon felt invigorated and exhausted at the same time. Like he just ran a marathon, triumphant yet tired.
“I hope you learned something from that, Sansa.” Catelyn said calmly, wiping cum off her cheek. She then turned to Jon, who was still trying to regain his composure. “Now it’s time to teach you a lesson as well.” She stood up, hand on his shoulder, guiding him to Sansa’s bed.
Jon was too lost in the daze of post orgasmic bliss that he didn’t even realize what Catelyn had planned. She laid out right next to a masturbating Sansa, spreading her legs and exposing her vulva on full display. Using two fingers, she spread her labia and showed off the entrance to her vagina.
“Are you hungry, Jon?” She asked. “You look like you haven’t eaten all day.”
It didn’t take long for him to pick up on the implications. Letting his animal impulses take over, he joined her on the bed, his hands finding her thighs and separating them further. He didn’t hesitate to lick her right away, allowing his tongue to explore the folds of her cunt and take in her tangy taste. His hands migrated towards her tits, taking hold of them and squeezing roughly.
“Yes, that’s it, don’t be shy.” Catelyn moaned, wrapping her legs around Jon’s back and keeping him in place. His hands were larger and rougher than Sansa’s, causing a different reaction from her. “You learn fast.” She said, thighs pressed against the sides of his face. This only encouraged him more, licking deep inside of her, pinching her nipples simultaneously. Catelyn writhed with pleasure on the bed, gasping.
Sansa was taken aback, she had never seen her mother like this. She seemed so vulnerable and desperate, eager for more of Jon. His hands left prints on her breasts as he squeezed them, abusing them for his own pleasure. Catelyn was more than wet enough for his cock he decided. He quickly changed positions, taking hold of Catelyn’s thighs and sitting up straight. He pressed the tip of his cock against her vaginal entrance, teasing her one last time before thrusting all the way in.
“Oh- oh gods!” Catelyn panicked, clawing at the sheets as she was at Jon’s complete mercy. She bared her teeth as he fucked into her, all his stamina seemingly at a ten. He grunted and puffed, unable to stop the rhythm he’s worked himself into. He thrust in and out, Catelyn’s tight pussy clinging to him at every turn.
Sansa bit her lip as she watched, rubbing her entire vulva with the palm of her hand.
To Jon, Catelyn felt amazing, but he couldn’t help but wonder what Sansa felt like as well. He looked at her for just a moment, then returned his gaze back to Catelyn. He had been under a lot of stress lately, and admittedly, didn’t receive much support from the Stark matriarch. But right now, it felt like the perfect way for her to make it up to him.
He wasn’t afraid to treat her tits even more harshly- surely she was able to take some rough treatment. He groped them mercilessly, squeezing hard as he fucked deep inside her cunt. The mattress creaked and rocked with his movements, jolting Catelyn back and forth.
He wasn’t sure how, but he was ready to climax yet again, he could feel the rush coming. He already shot such a fat load down her throat, he didn’t know it was possible for him to have more.
Gasping for air, Catelyn lost all composure entirely. She seemed so cool, calm, and collected before. Now she was reduced to a mess, begging him for more. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she screamed. “Faster!” She pleaded, her cunt gripping tight around his cock desperately. “Fuck me as hard as you can!”
Jon couldn’t help but smirk. He rammed into her one final time, the hilt of his large cock making contact with her g-spot. Catelyn let out a yell, and a small stream of squirt sprayed out of her, the liquid landing on Jon’s chest. He decided to repay her the favor by whipping his cock out of her at the last minute, pulling out and shooting his load all over her exposed stomach and chest. His head hung back and he groaned, riding out the waves of his climax.
“More…” Catelyn whined, her head spinning in circles. “Oh gods, Jon, fuck me again!” She said in between ragged breathing.
“I don’t think I have any energy left.” He replied, despite being more than eager to fulfill her request. Waves of euphoria still washed over him in a dizzy haze.
Sansa couldn’t hold onto her pride for much longer. She leaned into her mother, taking in the sight and smell of Jon’s potent seed. For a moment, she was jealous her mother got to experience that, on her own bed too of all places. Without thinking, she licked up some of the cum that accumulated on her mother’s breast, taking in the salty taste.
Eager for more, she continued to lap up the cum that covered Catelyn, who laid on the bed panting and sighing in post orgasmic bliss.
As Jon calmed down, he came to his senses. A feeling of embarrassment washed over him, and he quickly began to put his clothes back on. It was odd, he felt nervous being nude in front of Sansa, regardless of what just happened.
As he made his way to leave, Catelyn called out to him.
“Wait.” She said from the bed. “Come back again tomorrow night. We aren’t finished, Jon.”
Jon swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.
~~~
“Ah! Ah!” Catelyn whined as Jon pounded her backside. He had her on all fours as he fucked her, furiously taking out all his frustrations on her. Years of resentment bubbled to the top and he was finally able to relieve himself. Her large breasts swung like pendulums as she fucked her deep into the mattress, each thrust less forgiving than the last. He was hesitant at first to use her asshole, but Catelyn was insistent that it would be a beneficial training exercise for him, as well as a learning experience for Sansa. After all, a dutiful wife should be willing to offer any hole she has to her husband.
“Keep going!” Catelyn demanded, eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Don’t slow down!”
Jon heeded her request, pushing himself as far in as possible. Catelyn squirmed and moaned on his cock, savoring the full feeling it gave her. She felt so complete with him inside of her, like it was a perfect fit.
“I’m going to- oh, oh!” Catelyn gasped as tears flooded her cheeks. She felt a rush of pressure, and her cunt squirted, letting out a light stream of ejaculation.
Sansa frowned. She’d need to have her sheets washed again.
~~~
Jon’s wish had come true- the Stark family received news that Ned wouldn’t be returning for another week due to inclement weather.
The past few days felt like a dream. He couldn’t look neither Catelyn or Sansa in the eye. They went about their daily lives in the castle calmly, as if nothing had occurred between them. As if for the past few nights he hadn’t been relentlessly fucking Catelyn in the ass while Sansa watched.
Sansa, on the other hand, was restless. She didn’t know how to feel about Jon intruding on the intimate time she shared with her mother. At first, she was mortified by the invasion of privacy, and then, a bit jealous that he was pleasuring her mother. It didn’t help that Catelyn’s moans were louder when it was Jon going down on her.
But she was also jealous of her mother for receiving Jon’s affections. She was tired of watching, so she wanted to participate in the lesson. Sansa was sick of demonstrations, she wanted to experience it.
Tonight, she decided to work up the courage and take the initiative.
Jon had Catelyn laid against the bed as he fucked her missionary position. He had her legs up in a mating press as he pumped back and forth into Catelyn, her breasts shaking as she moaned with overwhelming euphoria. Catelyn had orgasmed five times already, squirting each time.
Sansa had never done that before- she wanted to know what it felt like to orgasm and let out a release at the same time. It only further emboldened her to find out.
“Mother.” Sansa says as she’s in the midst of rubbing herself. She had grown so tired of her fingers, longing for something more substantial. “It’s been days. I think I’m ready to try it myself.”
“Try what, Sansa?”
“Don’t make me say it out loud.” Sansa’s face twinges pink with embarrassment. “I love cleaning you up after, but I want to feel the same way you feel.” Sansa reluctantly looks at Jon. “I want to know how he feels.”
Jon felt a twitch in his cock, a burning sensation that desired Sansa. Although he was more than happy to release his frustrations onto Catelyn, he couldn’t deny the feelings he had for Sansa.
“Hm.” Catelyn pondered for a moment, as if in deep thought. “I don’t know, Sansa. Do you really feel you’re ready to take on such a huge responsibility?” She replied, moaning on Jon’s thrusting cock. She could feel his veins bulging inside of her, he was about to burst.
“Yes!” Sansa begged, her voice gaining an octave as she desperately rubbed her pussy. “It-it’s not fair! I need-“ She whimpered, unable to finish her sentence. All she could do was gasp, eyes fixated on Jon. And he felt her eyes on him as well.
“Catelyn.” Jon said, slowing his movements down. “May I?” He gestured towards Sansa.
“You’ve always been so thoughtful.” Catelyn said, voice low and lustful. “Go on, but go slow with her. Don’t listen to her demands. Treat her like a lady.”
“I’m not a fragile doll.” Sansa furrowed her brows and frowned at her mother. She doesn’t notice Jon approaching her. He took her by the hand and gently pulled her in, placing a kiss on her begging lips. Her eyes widened at the intrusion, but she fully accepted his lips and kissed him back. His tongue was hot and wet when he pushed it inside of her, and Sansa fully reciprocated, kissing him back with equal passion.
Knotting her pale fingers among his black hair, Sansa pulled him closer, aching for his touch. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, encouraging him to go further.
“Jon.” Sansa pulled away from his mouth, her voice low. “Please. Fuck me.” She spoke with a tremble.
Jon shook his head silently, ignoring her request. Instead he pulled her back into a bear hug, squeezing his sister and respecting her mother’s wishes. When she brought his hand to her breast, he didn’t squeeze harshly, but instead fondled them with reverence. He trailed kisses down from her lips to her breasts, placing tender pecks all over her porcelain skin.
Sansa whined, high pitched and joyful. She clawed at Jon desperately, begging him in between sloppy kisses for him to fuck her, throw her against the mattress and pound her til she saw stars. But every request went ignored, and instead Jon simply shut her up by kissing her tenderly. Instead of shoving her to the bed, he placed her on it gently, right next to her mother.
Catelyn was busy enjoying the show, rubbing her cunt with eager fingers.
“Wait!” Sansa begged, gripping Jon by the shoulders so hard her nails bore red marks. “Fuck me, please!” She nearly choked on her own desperate words, aching so desperately to feel her big brother inside of her. Instead, Jon continued to worship her breasts, jiggling them with care and groping them firmly. When she realized she wasn’t going to get what she wanted, she pushed him away, taking control of the situation.
Before Jon had time to react, Sansa was bent over, kneeling close to his cock. She took his shaft in hand, massaging it with expert care, just like how she saw her mother treat it. Jon is too flustered to speak, but he relents, allowing Sansa to do as she pleased. She was finally able to admire his cock up front and personal. It had an impressive length and veins that wrapped around it, and two heavy balls that swung behind it. Eagerly, she opens her mouth and tries to fit his entire cock down her throat all at once.
Of course, she wasn’t prepared. Sansa immediately gagged on the large cock inside of her mouth, the girth choking her. For a moment, Sansa could not breathe, all she could focus on was Jon’s cock, and the aftertaste of her mother’s ass.
Jon couldn’t help but let out a laugh, she looked ridiculous trying to stuff his cock down her throat. Sansa grunted in frustration. She pulled his cock out and adjusted the angle of her jaw, opening as wide as possible. She started to slowly embrace the tip of his cock in between her lips. She brought it further inside until the hilt of his cock hit the back of her throat. With his massive member entirely inside, Sansa was able to work up a quick rhythm.
Jon moaned, placing a tender hand atop Sansa’s bobbing head. Her throat was tight, contracting around his cock just like Catelyn’s. Except Sansa was clearly inexperienced despite her eagerness. She let her tongue explore every inch of his cock, taking her time to lick and pleasure it. It was more of an experiment than anything else.
Jon couldn’t hold back any longer, he climaxed directly down Sansa’s throat. Her mouth overflowed with his cum, and as he pulled his cock out, the remainder of his seed splurted out all over her face, dripping down to her tits. Jon’s face felt hot as he looked down at her- she had never looked so beautiful. He wanted to drown her in his cum, drench her in it until she couldn’t taste or see anything else.
His thick white spunk dripped down between her breasts, and Jon had a devilish idea. Holding his cock like a mighty sword, he fit it in between her tits, pushing them together to squeeze his cock. Sansa was quick to reciprocate, eager to feel Jon between her breasts. The organ felt warm, veins pulsing. Sansa bit her lip and blushed as she saw the cock harden and stiffen, upright like a flagpole.
Catelyn stroked her chin, entertained by their antics. She hadn’t even suggested that position, yet they were already coming up with deviant ideas of their own.
“That’s it, Sansa. Good girl.” Catelyn placed a supportive hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Push your breasts together, keep his cock nice and tight…” She placed a kiss on Sansa’s cheek, leaving a trail of kisses down towards Sansa’s backside. Without hesitation she spread Sansa’s pale thighs, showing off her tight hole. Sansa felt her mother’s breath on her asshole and she gasped, fondling Jon’s cock with her breasts even more fervently.
“Fuck, Sansa.” Jon whispered, voice a low growl. “You’re perfect.” He had to hold back a whine, concentrating his energy on his approaching climax instead.
Sansa shuddered with delight when she felt Catelyn’s tongue slither into her ass, licking in a circular motion. “Ah!” Sansa moaned, tears of joy forming at the base of her eyes. “Jon, I want to make you feel good.” She blushed, working hard to bring him to orgasm. “I want your seed all over me, I want it- I need it!” She looked up at him, her icy eyes meeting his darker ones.
Jon was overwhelmed by the sight before him. Catelyn on her hands and knees, eagerly eating out Sansa’s ass, which only caused Sansa to squirm and yelp with joy, which led to her pleasuring his cock even more fervently. A chain reaction, he could feel the energy passing through each of them. “You’re such a perfect little slut, I can’t- I can’t take it anymore.”
Sansa smirked at him, slowing down her bouncing tits, as if to tease him for his moment of vulnerability. She knew just how to push his buttons.
“Sansa.” He gasped, seconds away from reaching orgasm. “You’re so beautiful.” He said it with genuine love, not just lust. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Sansa spoke, unsure if she was in the right state of mind. “I want you to cum all over my breasts. I want you to cover me in it- to claim me as your own.” She begged, looking up at him with that seductive stare. That was the final straw, Jon couldn’t handle it anymore.
His cock pulsated, and he groaned as he shot his load all over Sansa, a geyser of white spraying all over the redhead. Sansa basked in it as if it were a shower, rubbing the cum all over her and moaning. She played with her breasts, rubbing it on her like massage oil. Catelyn emerged from her backside, wrapping her arms around her daughter and began to lick the excess spunk off of her.
“You’ve done so well, Sansa.” Catelyn says, moaning as she laps up the thick cum. “You as well, Jon. I’m so proud of both of you.”
~~~
Sansa woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, a brand new person. She felt so confident in her sexuality, liberated even. All she wanted was to tease Jon even more and make him feel weak in the knees. It got her excited, to think the big, strong, stoic Jon was reduced to a moaning mess, all at her hands.
She wasn’t subtle about her flirtation attempts throughout the day. She purposely went out of her way to walk near Jon, making sure to catch his eye as she bent over, pretending to pick something up. She did this several times throughout the afternoon, and it wasn’t lost on Jon either that she chose to wear one of her more low cut dresses, showing off her breasts- the very same breasts he came between last night.
She made sure to push them up, smirking when she caught him looking.
“What are you trying to do, exactly?” Jon asked, already knowing the answer.
“I don’t know whatever you could be referring to, big brother.” She winked mischievously .
Jon hummed in response, brows lowered. She had a real sick sense of humor sometimes- teasing him like this when she knew he couldn’t do anything about it. He could feel the swelling in his nethers, a feeling of pressure like he was about to burst.
“Maybe you should keep your eyes to yourself, hm?” Sansa smiled, then began to strut away, her gait showing off the sway of her hips. He knew she was doing it on purpose. It annoyed and charmed him at the same time. He couldn’t wait to pin her down and fuck her silly.
~~~
Later that night, Sansa and Jon were lying side by side, Jon licking her pussy fervently while Sansa was deepthroating his cock. Catelyn watched from the corner, supervising. It only took a day for Sansa to become an expert cocksucker just like Catelyn.
They were both lost in a symphony of moans, each one sucking on the other at their own pace. Sansa was faster, deepthroating Jon’s cock as if she were starving for it. Meanwhile Jon was slower, taking his time as he licked at Sansa’s folds. Each movement of his tongue was enough to send shockwaves throughout Sansa’s nervous system, but she was determined not to let him win. She deepthroated his cock, taking the entire length in, and sucked on it with as much force as she possibly could.
Jon felt like she was sucking the life force out of him- and he moaned while he was nose deep in her pussy. Sansa squirmed, the vibration causing her to whine with joy. She couldn’t hold back any longer and her legs tremored and spasmed. A full body orgasm took over, and she was nearly paralyzed with euphoria. She let out a soft whine, it almost sounded like a melody.
It was Jon’s turn to tease her now. “It’s that easy to make you squirm, huh?” He chuckled, tongue circling her clitoral hood.
“St-stop it.” Sansa blushed before returning to his cock. He had already made her orgasm five times already- he only came twice. Sansa was determined to even the score as she bobbed her head up and down, her hand massaging the base of his shaft. Squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, she was successful.
She had majorly blueballed him throughout the day, her teasing had a clear effect on him. He clenched the bed sheets and his hips canted forward as he came, gritting his teeth. Thick, pulpy cum shot out of him in an upright stream, falling down and coating Sansa. She moaned, feeling satisfaction as she was covered in his cum.
Covered in sweat and lost in euphoria, Sansa couldn’t take it anymore- she needed his thick cock inside of her, now. She wanted him to cum inside of her, filling her up deeply.
“Jon.” Sansa says between breaths. “I want you to finally fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Sansa…” Jon wanted it too, but he was hesitant. He turned to look at Catelyn, who gave him an approving nod.
“Go on.” She urged. “You two have had more than enough practice.”
That was all the encouragement Jon needed.
He crawled atop of her, looking down at Sansa as they both breathed heavily. He took hold of his cock, slowly positioning the tip against her entrance. Sansa bit her lip and curled her toes, a rush of excitement overtaking her. The fleshy tip rubbed against her vulva, tickling her gently.
“P-put it in already.”
“Shh.” Jon hushed her. Instead he took his time, swiping his cock up and down, teasing her labia. A bit of revenge for how she acted earlier. He could feel her self lubrication, her pussy was trembling, aching for him to enter. He could feel the heat and desperation from her.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself forward. The tip of his cock entered her opening, then the rest of his shaft. It inched in slowly, filling up Sansa’s cunt just right. It felt like a perfect fit, stretching Sansa in all the right places. She immediately moaned, clawing at the bedsheets like an animal. It was agony for Sansa, waiting for him to push himself all the way in. Finally, he was inside of her, his balls slapping against her cunt as he lodged himself in.
Sansa immediately clung to him, holding him tight and hugging him against her slender frame. “Fuck me as hard as you can!” She begs, her legs wrapped around his back.
“Go on, she can take it.” Catelyn nodded in the affirmative. “Show her what manhood feels like.”
Jon nods, and begins to hump Sansa, pushing himself in and out. She lets out a joyful whine, her body clenching against his. This continues for a few minutes as Jon picks up a steady rhythm.
“Does it feel good?” Jon asks breathily between repeated thrusts. He’s slamming himself against her on autopilot, his consciousness lost in a horny haze. All he could think about was Sansa- her body, being inside of her, and wondering how she felt about himself inside of her.
“It does.” Is all Sansa can say as she’s being fucked back and forth against her own mattress. The one she had spent her adolescence in- never once had imagined she’d lose her vaginal virginity to her adoptive brother.
“It feels so good.” Sansa moans, her vision shaking back and forth as Jon rammed himself into her. “K-keep going. But not so fast, I want to feel it longer.” She clenched her fingers around the bedsheets, trying to savor the feeling of Jon inside of her. Her hips involuntarily spasmed upward and she felt herself tighten around his cock.
Jon nodded in response to her request. He took his time as he bucked his hips backward, bringing his entire shaft out of Sansa’s dripping pussy. She immediately gasped as soon as she felt the emptiness inside her. Her pussy lips quivered. Longing to be stretched again. Jon teased the entrance of her vulva, rubbing his throbbing head against it. Sansa bit her lip, writhing on the sheets as she squirmed in wait for Jon to thrust forward once more.
He took his time, his hips swaying as he dipped the tip of his cock into her vulva, slowly inserting the rest of his length. Jon went so slow that Sansa could feel every vein and groove in his cock as he inserted it inside of her. Sansa squirmed, wishing she hadn’t made that request as she couldn’t take the teasing much longer.
“Now you’re just taking your time. Are you trying to upset me on purpose?” Sansa said through grit teeth, avoiding eye contact with Jon.
“What’s wrong?” Jon asked quietly, only half of his cock inside of her. “Aren’t you savoring the feeling?”
“F-fuck, ah…” Sansa shut her eyes, refusing to look Jon in his dark eyes. “Just put it in already…”
Watching from the sidelines, Catelyn couldn’t help but smirk. ‘I’ve taught her well, but she still has plenty to learn.’ She thought to herself.
Several fires lit inside of Sansa simultaneously. Her big brother's cock felt so good inside of her pussy. She felt herself involuntarily clench around his meat
“I want you deeper inside of me- I need it!” Sansa gasped, her nails digging into Jon’s shoulders as she desperately held onto him. “Fuck me harder, fuck me faster!” She demanded, a tear running down her reddened cheek. Jon couldn’t help but smirk- he loved the sound of her begging, but he was adamant about being a gentleman.
It felt so good to have him lodged deep inside of her, his throbbing cock hitting all the right nerves. Sansa jolted with joy as he rammed himself in and out, her cunt clenching on his cock. Her older brother felt so good inside of her- she needed more, and she needed it now.
“Harder, all the way inside! Don’t stop!” She locked her legs around his back, keeping him in place. “I need it!” She whined, clawing at his back while he rammed inside of her.
Jon was in no position to refuse, nor did he want to. He rammed himself inside of her furiously, it was a miracle he hadn’t lost any stamina.
The entire night the two of them made passionate, wild love. They fucked continuously, neither one growing tired of the other.
Hours passed, and soon the morning sun rose once more. Birds chirped, and the light of the day shone in through the window.
Neither one was keen on stopping. Not a moment of rest to be had, both Catelyn and Jon were ravenous, fucking like rabbits, hungry for eachother.
Catelyn, yawning, decided to leave the two of them be. With tired eyes she retired to her own bed chamber. While leaving the room, she stopped a servant before entering.
“No need to change the bed sheets today.” Catelyn raised her hand. “Catelyn isn’t feeling well- up all night coughing. Let her rest for the day. I don’t want anyone to disturb her, is that understood?”
The servant nodded, bowing to Catelyn and heeding her order.
~~~
A few hours had passed. Catelyn, curious, knocked lightly on Sansa’s door. When she opened it, she smirked.
Sansa was completely covered in equal parts semen and sweat, lying on the bed as Jon hugged her from behind, rutting against her. The two were spooning as they fucked, each of them muttering “I love you” with every thrust.
Catelyn was not hesitant to approach- she sauntered over to the two lovers, placing a kiss on each of their lips and whispered: “I’ll be joining you two tonight. Try not to tire yourselves out too much.”
More hours passed, it was now the middle of the day. Catelyn entered the room, unsurprised to see Jon and Sansa still fucking eachother silly. They had changed positions- Jon was standing, holding Sansa as he fucked her against the window. The heat from their encounter caused the glass to fog up- neither one caring if anyone passing by outside could see them. Catelyn bit her lip, admittedly turned on by the sight before her. She approached them, and cupped Sansa’s face in her hand while she was being jolted back and forth by Jon. Sansa had a glassy eyed look to her, lost in a lustful trance, hypnotized by Jon. She didn’t even register her mother leaning in for a kiss, tongue deep inside her mouth.
~~~
An entire day had passed. It seemed inhumanly possible for both of them to not tire after an entire day of intense love-making. And yet, they defied all odds.
When Catelyn entered the room she saw Sansa on her hands and knees in a doggy style position, ass up in the air while Jon was straddling her hips. His cock was well lubricated, coated in both his cum and her arousal. The tip of his cock poked at her asshole, but he was worried he’d hurt her.
“Trying something new, I see?” Catelyn said as she slowly approached the couple. Her hand stroked Sansa’s fiery red hair, patting her daughter intimately on the cheek. “How are you feeling? Sore?”
“Ah, just a little…” Sansa hesitated to admit. Jon had fucked her pussy repeatedly throughout the day, leaving her feeling beaten but not any less satisfied.
“Care for any assistance?” Catelyn offered. She nodded at Jon, giving him a wink. “Slowly ease yourself into her, and when you feel her hole stretched out, conforming around your girth, then you can begin fucking her as fast as you please. She just needs to be prepared first.” Catelyn explained as she crawled under Sansa, making her way towards her cunt. She could see Jon’s seed dripping out of her, a whole day’s worth of it drying on her thighs and even more spilling out of her vagina. Her cunt was tender, and Catelyn was careful when she lunged forward, tongue gently on Sansa’s vulva.
Sansa bit her lip at the sudden intrusion- and it was just then when Jon finally thrust forward, lodging half of his erection inside her ass. Sansa’s muscles tightened, squeezing Jon’s cock and causing him to moan. He pinched her hips as he slowly forced more of himself inside of her, feeling her walls clench around him.
“Fuck, Sansa.” He gasps, struggling to squeeze his fat cock entirely inside her. “You feel perfect.” He pushes himself entirely inside, and for a moment, savors the feeling of her tight ass strangling his cock like a tourniquet. It was pure bliss.
Sansa could only whimper in response, clearly overstimulated by the new foreign feeling. It wasn’t anything at all like taking Jon inside her cunt- it felt more primal, more debased. The thought of it made her pussy leak, and Catelyn was right underneath her to lick up her sweet juices.
Sansa was paralyzed with lust, completely lost in her own ecstasy as both her holes were pleasured. Jon fucked into her, rocking her back and forth, and Catelyn moved along with him, following his lead as she kept her tongue deep inside of Sansa’s used pussy, tasting Jon’s seed.
Sansa was a moaning mess, delirious with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She must’ve looked ridiculous, Sansa thought in the back of her head. She usually cared so much about keeping up appearances, being prim and proper, behaving like a lady. But now, she was free, a wild animal let loose out of her gilded cage.
She felt pressure building up, an orgasm was well on its way, she could feel her cunt spasming.
“Who do you belong to?” Jon asked as he rammed himself inside of her.
“You!” She yelled, tears of exhilaration streaming down her face, tongue hanging out of her mouth lewdly. “You’re the only one I want!” She cried out, enjoying every moment of the ride he was taking her on. “I want you- I want you to be the one to get me pregnant!” She whined, and then nearly collapsed on top of Catelyn when she licked her clit with enough force to cause her to squirt. Sansa whimpered, intoxicated by lust as she released a modest amount of liquid from her cunt. Her vaginal canal throbbed with want, aching to be filled again by Jon’s massive cock.
Catelyn didn’t bother to wipe the squirt off her face. Instead she kept going, determined to make Sansa cum again. She could feel her daughter writhing, reacting to every lash of her tongue and every thrust Jon fucked into her. Catelyn had never felt more proud- her daughter had blossomed into the perfect slut.
Jon was grunting like a wild beast in heat, driving himself in and out of Sansa’s ass and feeling her tightness constrict his cock in the best way possible. Her tight ass felt almost as good as her pussy, Jon was enraptured, it was as if her body was pulling him in like a magnetic force, consuming him.
“I want to be with you forever, Jon.” Sansa whimpered. “I want to have your children, I want you to fill me up!” She felt lightheaded, almost seeing double. “Fill me up, please!” She pleaded, and that was all Jon needed to hear to reach climax one final time. He propelled himself forward once more, exerting all his energy into one last thrust. He jammed his cock all the way inside her ass, cumming buckets that began to leak out of her and drip onto Catelyn, who was more than eager to lap it all up.
After 24 hours of passionate, wild sex, Jon finally reached his limit. He collapsed onto the bed next to Sansa, the two of them breathing in tandem, holding hands.
For a moment, they were silent, the only sound filling the room their exasperated breaths.
“Well, it seems my job here is done.” Catelyn said, wiping Sansa’s juices from her lips. “You two really do make the perfect couple. I was able to tell ever since you were young.”
Slowly, Sansa sat up, yawning and rubbing her eyes. “Thank you, mother.” She spoke serenely. “Really, thank you- without your influence, I never would have even considered…” She trailed off, glancing at Jon.
“There’s no need to thank me, Sansa. I was just doing my job as your mother.” Catelyn smiled warmly, patting her daughter on the cheek.
Sansa took hold of Catelyn’s wrist, catching her slightly off guard. “But, I really do want to thank you. I’m sure Jon does as well.”
A knowing smile formed on Jon’s face, and he began to caress Catelyn as well. “I can think of a way to thank her.” He pulled the older woman in close, bringing her on top of him as he brought his cock to her asshole. Sansa positioned herself on top of Jon as well, ready to lick Catelyn’s cunt.
It was the best way to thank their matchmaker.