The Pirate Queen

 

The Pirate Queen

My Mother was considered the most successful pirate on the entire coast. At a certain point she became the most wanted woman in all 7 of the region's major coastal cities. For years she was kill on sight, and then one day they captured her, and the crude drawing of a weathered old sea witch became a whole other kind of crude drawing. 

Mom was easily hot enough to be accused of witchcraft, secretly being a demon, and stealing men’s souls with a single, smoldering glance. She had long legs, capped with a perfect ass. Her tits were huge and she took excellent care of her waist length hair. Her only detractors were the battle scars that she proudly wore as badges of honor, and most would not have considered them detractors! Especially since, being proud of them, she’d taken to wearing less and less over the years in order to show them off. 

So, one day they finally captured her, paraded her through the streets, and turned into the fantasy of every man watching, half the women watching, another good 30% of everyone who heard the tale. But of course, Mom wasn’t called the Pirate Queen for nothing. Myself and a dozen crew members from her best scouting ship slipped into the crowd, make a quick analysis of the place, and had her out of her cell long before the execution at dawn. Instead of my Mom, they found a piece of paper saying “Catch me if you can boys”, and signed with the lipstick imprint of a truly captivating pair of lips. 

Of course, they didn’t know the half of it. Mom wasn’t exactly sexy by accident. I mean yeah, a lot of stuff she was born with, but that was far from all of it. My Mother absolutely exuded sexual energy. She was the flirtiest, naughtiest, sultriest woman I’d ever met in my life, and we kept whores on board every ship to keep the crew from missing home too badly, and to keep the coin flowing back to the Captains!

Life on a ship with my Mom was exciting, but the air was always thick with sexual tension, even for me. She was just too gorgeous and too flirtatious. Then, a new decree from the city that had captured her started floating through the rumor mill. The Queen of that city had decided that since my Mom had humiliated her guards, they would return the favor. It was make an official, royal decree, that Mom was no longer kill on sight, but capture. She was to be brought back to the city, paraded before the townsfolk again, and then publicly fucked by the soldier and guards. And yeah, I had to read that shit twice too! 

Apparently they planned on making an example of “The Beautiful Pirate Queen”, by “ruining” her beauty. Of course, by royal thinking, if she had sex or was even exposed publicly, it would be a fate worse than death for a woman. If they’d seen half the shit that went down on Mom’s ship, they would not have been so naive. 

Of course, pretty soon all the guards, soldiers, and “brave sailors” who would risk their lives to bring my Mom in alive demand that they also be able to “ruin her reputation” in the same way if they succeeded, and before any of us could process it long enough to believe it, there was standing order to group-fuck my Mom publicly if she was ever captured again. 

Naturally, we all found the concept openly hilarious and secretly hot. Mom played it up too, constantly joking that she was going to go buy some supplies, get captured, have her fun with the local soldiers, and be back the next day. Every time the crew laughed, and every time some of us wondered just how much she was kidding and how much she was being serious. I mean, after all, a life of robbing the most dangerous ships on the ocean does not spring from a sane, stable, boring personality. Mom was the fun kind of crazy, but she was still as wild and unpredictable as a person could be. 

Then, one day, it actually happened. They captured her. More importantly, true to their word, they paraded her through the streets in all her sexy glory, her weapons gone, her hands bound in front of her, her ass swaying in a sexy gait as her thigh high boots marked the end of her clothing from her toes to her panties and corset. Mom winked, and blew kisses at the crowd as they cheered for her “ruin”, and marched her to a massive block normally reserved for executions. 

Once she was there, a dozen grinning guards dropped their pants and prepared to show the crowd how they were about to break my Mom’s spirit. Once again, my and the crew were disguised among the people, ready to spring her from the dungeon as soon as all of this was over. But of course, we couldn’t exactly let her out of her sight before then, so… 

The guards were coarse, vulgar, and none too gentle. They marched my Mommy around the stage, then they shoved her over a crude wooden stool, jerked her panties to the side, and began to fuck her. 

They never stood a chance. The first words out of her mouth, after a very loud moan that shut the cheering up in a flash, were, “Harder you weakling, I’ve been pounded harder by rain!”. After a pathetic attempt to rebound from that, Mom rolled her eyes, looked at the nearest guard and yelled out, “Are you just going to stand there?! I thought this was supposed to be my undoing? The least you could do is give me a dick to suck so your pathetic friend back there doesn’t bore me to death!”

Because of course she would taunt and rile them. The second guard shoved his dick in her mouth, but he seemed content to let his fellow guards thrusts and Mom’s skills do all the work. Which was probably why a minute later she bit him hard enough to make him pull his dick out and leap back in surprise. He was reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there (the idiot's pants were still at the edge of the stage) when Mom clarified her intentions with a half angry, half lustful cry. “Queen’s tits boy, it’s a cock, not a seed you plant gently in my mouth to wait out the seasons! Now man up, put that thing back in here, and this time, try to do a better job fucking me with it than your loser friend back there!” 

The crowd was transfixed! An angry Mom of hundreds had turned into her fans in a matter of minutes. They laughed at her jokes and insults. They awed at her skills, and they blushed at her mix of vulgarity and beauty. 

When the first guard came, the second was quick to follow, and after he stepped away, Mom spat out a giant mouthful of cum to splatter across the boards of the stage. Then she cleaned her teeth with her tongue, smiled brightly out at the crowd, and yelled out, “Could one of you beautiful bastards shout out, NEXT? If we leave these cowards in charge of it, I’ll be up here for DAYS, just waiting for another one of them to work up the nerve to step up!” 

From the crowd, a man yelled out “Next!”, and a guard, taking the hint, stepped up behind Mom, spread her lips, and spread her insides. And once again, the loud and sincere sounding moan had every man there adjusting awkwardly, myself included. Another cry of “Next!!” came from the crowd, and once again, someone stepped up to Mom’s face. This guard slapped her face with his cock a few times, looking like he was the world’s greatest villain, but his ego deflated when Mom smiled up at him, and yelled out, “Finally!” and then, addressing the crowd once more, she called out, “Amiright!?”. Now fully on her side, the crowd cheered. 

Both men were giving it her hard when a woman in the crowd yelled out, “Next!!!”, to a series of laughs and cheers. But, Mom did something and the guy in her mouth once again jumped back. Then she ordered, and I mean, pulled our her Mom voice and straight up ordered the guard behind her to stop, and god help him, after looking at the hundreds of people who were hanging on her every word, he fucking obeyed. 

“There’s an idea”, she yelled. “We can do better than 2 at a time for a Pirate Queen, can’t we?!” The crowd cheered, some looked confused, but all the ones who were still there went along with it. Mom ordered the guards still on the stage to help her up. Then she told one to lay down on his back. He hesitated, she gave him a look I was all too familiar with, and he quickly complied. Once he was down there, she lowered herself on top of him, stopping near the tip to tell him, “Well, put it fucking in, my hands are still bound!” She held up her very securely locked up hands as evidence, and he fumbled for a minute before finding his mark. Once more, that body warming moan vibrated it’s way though the crowd, and the guard on his back yelled something through gritted teeth like, “So fucking tight!”. Mom just grinned, commenting “Damn right I am”, and then ordering the next guard to stand in front of her. He asked where he should stand, which Mom rewarded him for by calling him a “good little boy” for asking. Then she clarified that the answer depended on whether he wanted to feel her lips or her tits. He hesitated, stammering that he didn’t know. And Mom searched the crowd until she found me with her eyes. Then staring straight at me, she said, “These people were promised a pirate whore being sexually ravished, and you haven’t even taken one of my tits out yet. These people want to see some titties! Don’t you!?” It was weirdly intimate as she stared into my eyes. Of course, I’m sure everyone in my general direction was thrilled to have her looking this way. But I was still looking at my Mom’s smiling face as one of the guards shoved his hand down into her top and forced one of her massive tits out of it. When he reached for the second, she snapped her teeth at this hand causing him to leap back. There was an uncertain pause, and then Mom declared, “If you want to see the second one, you can EARN it by KNOCKING it free. No more of this gentle love making shit. These people want to see you FUCK ME!” 

Another cheer from the crowd. In no time, Mom had a guy in front of her fucking her mouth (since she’d denied him access to her tits). But what he was denied was gifted freely to everyone else as we watched my Mother’s free tit bounce as she rode the guard underneath her. Another guard worked his way into her ass, and after the first guy came in her mouth, she held up her bound hands and ordered a guard to put his dick in it. Once she was stroking him off, she turned her head to the side and barked out, “Someone yell Next!”. 

They yelled next. They yelled “Fuck her harder”. They yelled Cum on her face”, “Cum on her tits!”, and even “Put a baby in her”! By the end of it, a dozen guards were spent and panting in various stages of heavy breathing around the stage and Mom stood up in front of a cheering crowd, cum dripping from everywhere, and one tit still secured in her top. Before they dragged her off to the dungeon, she told the gathered people that, “That was fine, I guess. But my ship crews 70 STRONG men, so if you can’t muster better guards, at least try to bring me more of them!” 

As the guards marched her to the dungeon with one tit out, cum dripping off her chin, and a smile and wink for every 20th man she passed, the crowd followed; and you can bet your ass that they were suddenly afraid to hurt her. That night, we broke Mom out, and we were back at sea before noon the next day. 

A month later, Mom was captured again. Same rules in play, but a different city. Things played out in a similar fashion. Then, a month later, she was captured again. 

The Kings, Queens, Princes, and Princesses began to attend her “public punishments”. After the 5th time, we found Mom dining on steak, and sitting in a luxurious cell with the door left wide open. She’d become a darling of the people, and a favorite of royalty. When the soldiers and merchants complained of her continued raids, they were told, “fight better then”, and it was left at that. 

Several of the Royal Families tried to convince Mom to retire from being the Pirate Queen. They promised her a life of obscene wealth and luxury if she would join their courts and warm their beds; but Mom loved excitement, action, and thrill of the unknown. She didn’t want to be any kind of Royal behind her already hard won title of “Queen”. 

During one such meeting, one of the Prince’s, sporting an obvious hard-on, tried to deny that he enjoyed “watching the show”. But everyone gasped in surprise when Mom laughed and said, “Oh please! Even my Son enjoys watching me, and he’s my Son!” After that, a new game ensued. Royal’s from every city began offering my Mother kingly sums in secret if she would reveal my identity and put on a private show where they could watch me watch. 

Mom laughed at all of them of course. She would read them out loud to the crew, and everyone would joke about what losers the royal families were. But, Mom kept giving me these looks… 

One night, she called for me, and when I reported to her cabin, she showed me one of the offers. I read it over, but it seemed pretty standard. I asked her if they were offering more money or something and she gave a derisive snort and said, “No. Of course not. I mean, I picked this one at random from the pile. That’s… That’s not what I’m asking…” 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and I hoped my pretend outrage covered up my blush as I asked her what she was thinking. But she just gave me that knowing, Mother’s smile. She leaned back on her bed and said, “Sweetie… We both know that you like to watch, and by now, you should know that I like that you are watching. So, that’s not really the question.”

“Do we want to take these fools' money, and have a little fun while we are at it?” She raised an eyebrow to me, and waited patiently for my answer. Eventually, I caved. I admitted that, fuck yes I would be okay with it. It was really hot watching her be this moaning, panting, half naked, sexual thing. I was actually super fucking into it! At my answer, Mom said she would have word sent, in secret, to whatever family had offered the biggest prize. 

But, before I left the cabin, she stopped me. Then she warned, “You know Son… these royals… perverts all.” She had a wicked little gleam in her eye that I was very interested in, and so I played along and gave my Captain my utmost attention. “Never can tell what they might ask for”, she continued. “Why, they may even offer us more if we uh, let you join in, a little bit.” She licked her lips, and her roamed over me as she waited for an answer to her unasked question. 

“Might be good money,” I offered. At that, Mom smiled, sat up at the edge of the bed, and beckoned me over to her. She had my pants undone and on the floor in moments, and as she took my cock into her hand and pointed it at her oh so lovely lips, she said, “Might be at that. Maybe we should give this a quick practice run. Just in case?” I nodded, and she started to move towards my cock. But then she paused, looked back up at me and said, “Actually sweetie. We both know why they are asking for this. I think maybe we should work on playing it up some. You okay with that?” 

I wasn’t sure what she meant, and it must have shown on my face. Because Mom gave me a wicked grin, and mouthed the words, Yes Mommy. I gulped, but after a second, I did what I now knew she wanted me to do. “Yes Mommy”, I said. And she gave a little moan of approval before saying, “Good! Boy!”, and taking my cock down her throat. 

That was the first night my Mom made me cum with her body, and not just thoughts of her. The second time was a week later in the throne room. The royal guard gangbanged my Mommy while I sat with the Royal Family and watched. Just like Mom had guessed, they played it up hard. Told me how tight my Mom’s pussy was, how skilled my Mom was with her mouth, and where on my Mom they were going to cum. When it was all done, Mom crawled towards us on her hands and knees, cum dripping from every part of her shredded outfit and gorgeous body. Then, as if out of her mind with lust, she panted, and in a pleading tone she said, “Oh baby, Mommy is so turned on right now! If they’d paid me double, I don’t think I’d be able to resist one more cock. The sight of you is making Mommy’s mouth water. I just…” 

She was just staring at my bulge, like a starving woman staring at a feast. Then she turned her head away, stealing herself, and saying, “No. I can’t. I couldn’t. He’s my own Son.” Then she looked over at the royals and said, “We should stop there. I did what I was paid to do, and that didn’t include my Son’s big, throbbing cock finding its way down his Mother’s nice, warm, throat. Right?” 

Without hesitation they blurted out that they would pay her double, and without hesitation Mom sucked me off in front of the whole royal court. Only stopping at the last second to pull my dick up out of her throat and demand that I, “Cum all over Mommy’s Face!” 

We ran a variation of that con in every one of the royal courts, and swore every one of them to secrecy if they ever wanted to see us again. 

As for my relationship with my Mom… What can I say? It’s the pirate’s life for me. All the way. 

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