Take her now.

Your eyes feast on the beauty of a woman before, seeing what few being alive have seen. A beauty that is so profound that she was once considered a national treasure, and you feel a powerful urge to indulge in the pleasure of it. The raw, powerful urge is undeniable. The only thing you can do is to do it through persuasion, preferably without resorting to threats and ****.

You lean and kiss your mother's shoulder while whispering, "Mother, I am deeply sorry, but due to who you are to me, there is a part of you that no retraction of the royal title can touch, and I can't let it remain as it is,"

"What do you mean, son?"

"Your womb, it is the royal womb that gives birth to me. It stands to reason it will give birth to this kingdom's royal line. Therefore, I have to desecrate it with my cock," you say as your finger undo the bronze clasp that is holding your pants up. Your reasoning is just an excuse you thought of on the spot to give you a reason to fuck her.

Beatrice, your mother, is an intelligent woman and if she really wants to, could have exposed your bad lie. However, her eyes are transfixed to your cock, now resting above the crack of her ass. Trembling, she stutters, "You mean you intend to... Right here and now?" She was shocked that she couldn't bring herself to actually say it, and she even forgot to refer to you as her king, so you turn her around so that your cock slips between her legs and you are looking into her eyes.

You are a good five to six inches taller than her, so your cock shaft is pressing hard against her lisp as you say, "Yes, your king fully intends to plunge his royal cock inside of your womb, and he will not stop thrusting until his royal seeds seep outside of your womb. That way, they will now that your womb is no longer one that carries and births a royal, but has become the plaything of the king."

Her complete shock of having her life turned upside down to a point where she is now a little more than a commoner with a beautiful body. Accepting what you say, your mother says sadly," My king, you are right; even though you have stripped my body of the title of queen, my womb is still the place that you, my king, were born. If you don't desecrate it, someone could try to use that to usurp your throne." Your mother, the former queen, lowers her head as she forces herself to say, "A king must always do what is best for his country."

You place your hand on her tits, and she allows you to lean her back until your cock head moved toward her entrance. You hesitate and ask, "I'm going to enter you. Are you ready?"

Resigned to her fate, she says, "Do what is best for our country, My King."

"That's not what I asked of you,"

Your mother holds you in her embrace and whispers, "Fornicate with your mother, My King,"

Permission given, you enter the hole that once brought you to the world. You enter her a bit when you notice that in order to enter deeper into her; you need to press your bodies together. However, the position is still awkward. With your hard dick still buried inside your mother, you place your hands on her hips and lifted her. Surprised by the move, your mother put her hands on your shoulders for support. You slowly walk towards your throne.

Lady Beatrice realizes where you're carrying her and panics, "I'm not a royalty anymore. Therefore, I can't be there,"

"I want to do you there. Why do you think I can't?" you say while your cock shakes inside of her, causing her to moan.

"It's a lesse majeste for me touch the chair,"

So, she's afraid of committing an offence against you the king, even though it is you who brings her to the throne? Interesting "But the previous king probably did the same with many women on the throne,"

Beatrice holds on tightly to you as she attempts to prevent you from setting her on the chair. "That may be true. But those were his royal concubines..." she says while looking into your eyes. "Is that what you wish of me, My King? Are you making me your woman, or perhaps your whore?"

The questions catch you by surprise as you realize what's going on. You were angry because your mother is going to marry someone else that you took everything away from her. It had to be done because you don't want to risk a civil war later, but you felt vindicated doing it. So, do you claim her as yours, or do you let her go? If you fuck her on the throne, you have to take responsibility for what comes next.