YOUR PRINCESS IS IN THE WRONG GAME

YOUR PRINCESS IS IN THE WRONG GAME:

(Princess Mom the Gamer)

Mom wanted to give me, “a very special Thanksgiving Treat”. And, I can’t tell you how excited I 

was about it! See, while most Mom’s might have meant, a slightly larger piece of homemade pie, 

the relationship that my Mom and I had was a slightly different one. 

You see, over the years leading up to that moment, some key facts had come out about Mom, 

Dad, & me. I’d learned (after I was 18 of course), that my parents were kinky as hell. I’d learned 

that my Dad’s favorite thing was my Mom, and that he loved to hear about, watch, and listen to 

his favorite thing being used in all kinds of fun sexual ways. I’d learned that Mom was okay with 

this, because, to put it gently, she was an insatiable slut for all things sex; and lastly I’d learned 

that, as long as I was an adult and okay with it, I was not exactly “off the menu”. 

So, when Mom told me she was up for giving me “a little taste” of something other than Turkey 

for our big family holiday, I asked her about my options. And… wow, was I underprepared. 

She went into a huge list of role-plays, dress-up’s, sex games, and sex tools that were so far 

beyond my existing experience, that I secretly had to look a lot of them up later on. 

But… I wanted to start small. So, I told Mom that, simply put, I hated the end of The Legend of

 Zelda (Ocarina of Time, of course). That, while I got that a woman wasn’t a prize to be won, I still 

felt like I got screwed when I traversed time and space to save a beautiful princess and, after 

accruing what had to be a hundred battle scars, I got a “gee thanks”. It was lame, but true. And 

since Mom had offered to dress up…

Well, yeah. My Mom is not super keen on video games, and I guess when she went looking for 

the right costume, she got someone who either lied to her, or also didn’t know what they were 

talking about. And that is probably why Mom called me aside after Thanksgiving dinner, and, 

while all the rest of the guys were watching sports, I followed a series of texts that led me back to 

my own bedroom; where my Mom was waiting. 

She was dressed like a naughty version of Princess Peach from Mario. I would have said 

something, honestly. But when she put a bottle of Baby oil on the bed-stand, began unlacing her 

top, and, in the most seductive tone of voice I’d ever heard, told me to close the door; I just 

nodded and obeyed. 

Mom then sat me on the bed, kneeled on the floor in front of me, and began to tell me that she 

was just, so, SO thankful to me for saving her kingdom. She promised me lands, titles and 

servants, but added, as she began to oil up her tits, that she also wanted to “thank me in 

person”. 

One agonizingly slow titfuck later, and my Mom was shushing me as I tried my best not to 

scream out in pleasure as she brought me over the edge with nothing but her tits, and the 

occasional brush of lips. 

When I was finished, I found myself in the surreal position of looking at my own Mother’s face, 

with a huge load of hot cum splashed onto it, and 3 times that amount covering her massive tits.  

But Mom just smiled up at me, still in character (for what it was worth), and asked, “how’s that 

for a happy ending”? 

And in that moment, I realized two things. That I honestly hadn’t believed her when she’d made 

the offer. And that no matter what it took on my part, this was going to become a regular thing 

somehow!