It takes a full year.

The whole year had been one massive headache. Eventually, after settling the tribe issue, you return to the capital to continue your rule.

One night you are interrupted while reviewing some reports. You look up to see your mother knocking on the door.

“Mom, I have the new tribe, that despite my best efforts, won’t stop talking about rebelling. My nobles won’t stop talking about trying to wipe them off the face of the earth. The church is arguing about wanting money because it has graciously schooled me. So, if the thing can wait till some other time, I would greatly appreciate it.”

Your mother coughs. “I’m sorry, but it can’t. I have suitors that would like an answer.”

You rip your eyes off the documents, “Your suitors, but father.” you stop yourself before you say something that could upset her “ah... ok. Pick Whatever one you like, and I’ll endorse it.”

Your mother giggles, “Well, thank you for caring about my opinion, but as the mother of the current King, I must tell you that you might want to reconsider your stances.”

“Why, whatever makes you happy, should be enough for you.”

She smiles, “That is the sweet little boy that we sent to the religious school, but right now, that boy needs to think like a king, a king whose nobles don’t like him right now. A king whose mother still holds the title of Queen, that is until you are married. As a result, if your mother remarries before you are, her womb is a threat to your right to rule.”

You really do not want to deal with this, but for the sake of your loving mother, you try to listen to her. “So, what would you have me do, the nobles would like me more if I told everyone ‘no’ and that certainly wouldn’t make my loving mother happy either.”

She softly states, “You can take her off the market.”

You instantly jump to a conclusion and slams your fist on the table “MOTHER, I LOVE YOU, I WOULD SOONER LOSE THIS THRONE THAN HAVE YOU EXECUTED.”

Her eyes got huge, and she blushes before breaking out in laughter. “Ahaha, I value my life too much to ever suggest something so rash. However, you're not looking at this problem from every angle.”

What an odd way to word that, what does she mean by every angle? It is not like I have been given a lot of time to think about this. As you think to yourself, you notice your mother walk over to your other desk and bends over it, before lifting her nightgown before her ass and exposing her pussy. You stutter, “Ah, mom… I don’t think they would accept me marrying my mother.” You gulp as you find himself staring at the pussy that gave him life.

Sensing that you still haven’t taken the hint, she returns her nightgown back to its rightful place before sitting down on the desk “oh my dear king; I could never marry a man as foolish and kindhearted as you. Those nobles who have expressed interest in me may be good men, but they do not wish to marry your queen out of love. They wish to marry me to use my womb to superb your throne. However, if the current king would claim that womb as his own and give it a child before her suitor could formally ask for it, then it would stop efforts in their tracks. A Queen cannot have a child out of wedlock; as a result, she would have to trade her Queen title in and that of a concubine, forever protecting your right to rule from her womb.” She spreads her legs and lifts her nightgowns above her pussy, showing off her shaven pussy lips.

You're really left with two options: you could claim your mother's womb as your own and protect your throne or not. If you do it, you will likely be viewed as the lustful king that could not control your lust long enough not to breed your own mother.