Not at all, in fact... You want this even more than before.

You had hoped to get no more than a little groping at first, perhaps a few lewd kisses and then send her off to bed, but as always, your sadistic side isn't quite so willing to be so gentle, even if if your mother is the target of such desires.

'What does it matter anyway?' Such thoughts dance through your mind. 'It's not like she'll remember a thing after I do it. I might as well go all in and fuck her.'

You ponder on these thoughts, dangerous thoughts, but exciting all the same. You stand up straight, whatever the case, you had to make sure she kept drinking. ''Giving up so easily, mother? I knew you were a lightweight. A couple of glasses of wine and you are all spent.'' You remark.

Your mother blushes, '''You are teasing me, aren't you?'' She asks.

''I'm not. I was just thinking, perhaps father was right after all...'' You say, pointing at the full bottle in front of her. ''There is plenty left in that bottle and you seem like you already can't handle even another glass.'' There it is, a direct challenge.

Katherine huffs, '''Fine, I'll have another glass.''

''Oh yeah?'' You say, smiling. A couple more glasses and she'll be wasted.

Katherine picks up the bottle and takes a swig of the wine, swallowing it quickly. She blinks, '''Mmm... This issss...'' Your mother blinks again, seemingly having forgotten what she was about to say.

''That was good. There's still plenty left, though.'' You quickly add. Drunk as she was, her attention span was rather short, so you were **** to repeat your words.

Katherine grins, '''Well, if you insist...'' She says, picking up the glass again. You take the bottle from her hand and pour her another glass of wine. She takes it and downs it, '''Ooh... So good.'' She sighs.

''Let's get you another one then.'' You say.

You refill the glass with wine. Katherine takes another sip of the wine, then sets the empty glass down. You wach her stare at the table in silence after that, her gaze lost as it bounced around the place, and then at last she stands up, wobbling slightly. You take her arm, making sure she doesn't fall.

''Giving up, Mother? You are still not done.'' You remind her, pointing at the bottle of wine.

Katherine tries to pull away, '''N-No. I got... A bit dizzy there for a moment.'' She says, stumbling.

You place your hands on her shoulders and guide her back to the chair. As she sits, she leans against you, placing her head on your shoulder. ''I feel w-warm, E-Edmund.''

Your heartbeat is accelerating, pounding on your chest as you feel the sudden urge to ravage her right there, but you resist. No, not here... You need to be just a little bit more patient.

''Hm... You do?'' You muse. ''How strange.''

''Hmm.'' She hums. You pour her another glass.

''Drink.'' You tell her, though this time the words came out more as an order.

Katherine takes the glass and downs it. ''Hmmmmm...'' She sighs, leaning into you again.

''Hm... You are looking a bit drunk, Mother.'' You mention. ''Should I take you to your bedroom?''

Katherine moans softly, '''Yessss... Pleasssse...'' She whispers.

'''Very well.'' You take her by the arms. You have no intention of bringing her to her bedroom though. You are gonna take her to yours. You lead her outside, shutting the door behind you. It seems she's not quite ready to pass out yet, so she's not too drunk to walk. You lead her to your room, in the highest floor of the castle. You take her by the arm again and help her inside.

''The bed is soft, Mother.'' You say, helping her lay down.

''T-Thish ishn't my roomsh...'' Your Mother manages to say. How very sharp of her!

You giggle, '''Oh, it is now.'' You nuzzle her cheek. ''You have been a naughty girl, mom. We all know you are not allowed to drink,as per dad's orders. You need to be punished.''

Katherine moans, '''Nn...'' She whimpers.

''Carol, come in.'' You say. You knew Carol was listening in, she always was. She opens the door instantly.

''My, you are looking quite tipsy tonight, aren't you, Queen Katherine?'' Carol says. If one person knows about your fantasies related to your mother, it is Carol. You had even made her roleplay a couple of times as her.

''I take it Grace is sleeping?'' You ask Carol. ''I don't think she's quite ready to see this yet.''

Carol nods, smiling, '''I believe she is tucked under her own covers, yes.''

''Perfect.'' You purr.

''Bring the ropes, Carol.'' You command the maid. ''Mom needs to be punished.''