The Entertainer/Charle wants to "play"
Little Charle had the most pleasant idea. What if he was to join them? It seems fun, and he wants to learn more. He undressed himself and let his clothes flop on the ground. "Son, what are you doing?" His Dad "I hope this isn't not what I'm hearing." He continued. "Truly our son." Mara had a soft giggle. "M-Mara! NO!"
He slipped himself into the covers, placing himself on top of his father, who was on top of his wife. The King had no choice, but to roll over and release his wife while letting his son fall, uncovering all of them. The King then tried his best to cover him and his wife. "Charle, you knew this would have happened. We left the door unlocked." "No...I was hoping for a maid or a Guard. I didn't think our son would do something like this." She sighed. "This is what we get for being so reckless." Meanwhile, little Charle sat up, two hands barely hiding his little dick who began to beg for attention.
"Come on! How do we play this game?" The two of them looks at him, then back at each others. Mara rolled her. "Son, this a game that plays alone, you can't join us." She said. He advanced toward them. "No way! I know this can play with three people or more!" "How did you know? Have you seen someone do that before...?" His Father ask, more worried than pissed off now. "Did someone touch you?" Mara ask. "No? And no? I just like playing with myself from times to times! Why not with other people?" The king and Queen looks at each others. Then look back at their son. "Have you played with someone else like that before?" Mara ask. "Did someone taught you?" The King ask. "No, and no! I've learned it all on my own!" He said as he began to jerk himself off. The King slumps himself gently on his Queen and both let out a sigh.
"Truly our son..." Mara said once more. "What do we do...?"