Not... yet

You barely hold on to your rational thought instead of giving in into your lust. Your experience with Dobra has taught you how to control it and right now, you're summoning every inch of self control that you have. But your mother's enticing body isn't making it easy and the rapidly hardening of your dick reminds you that you don't have much time to lose.

"It seems that your little king maker is happy to see me," your mother quips, smiling at the sight of your erect dick.

"Yes, it does."

"Then, let us not wait and perform the duty required of us," your mother said as she takes a step toward you.

While the statement should have goaded you into taking her then and there, it has a contrary effect. To be reminded every so often about your 'duty' tends to bore and annoy you. You're the king. You're the one whose supposed to assign duties to other people. You fucked Dobra not due to a sense of duty, but because you're horny. Your mother is an attractive woman by all means. But having to 'work' with her body doesn't sound as exciting as it should.

Then you notice something else. Your mother is making an argument that the heir is supposed to be of a royal blood. While it is true, history has shown that having royal blood wouldn't prevent nobles with malicious intent from revolting against the king. For those nobles, not having pure royal blood is just an excuse. In fact, they probably would use the incestual act you're about to commit with your own flesh and blood mother as the pretext to revolt, all the while quoting the scriptures to hide their greed and ambition.

Even if you're put that aside, there's one small little thing: the two of you are talking about royal bloodline. Despite your mother's attempt to mislead you, you recall that you do have a sister around your age, Elizabeth. Maybe your mother is a bit **** to involve Elizabeth in this matter but since she tries to invoke that 'royalty has duties to perform' with you, the same should apply to Elizabeth. In fact, letting you fuck Elizabeth would elevate your mother's position in a perverse kind of way since she would be the mother of the king and the queen of the country.

No, you decide as you slowly sit back, not hiding your erection anymore. There's something else that your own mother is hiding from you. "Mother, I'm now more experienced in the way of life, so you might as well tell me the truth."

The former queen frowns. "Do you imply that I am lying?"

"No. But a lie is best hidden between two truths. While you have told me truths, there is something that you purposely left out." You cross your legs in a manner that shows that you're not to be played with. "And I want to know what it is."

Your mother drops her shoulders in defeat. "Very well, I will tell you, my son."