He has a scary thought

As you stare at your mother’s perfectly shaped pussy, A single question pops into your head, ‘How did my brother, the crown prince, die.’ You were told that your brother perished, and Your brother's **** drove your father the King into such grief that he died as well shortly after. But no one has ever told you the reason the crown prince died. For something so important to the country, why haven’t you been told yet?

Come to think of it, who actually dies from grief? It is not unheard of, but how often does that happen to a king? Your eyes find their way back into your mother’s eyes.

You can’t help but think that they seem to be filled with lust and greed. “She couldn’t have… could she?” If she did, what could I do about it? She is still the crown the Queen, and to pull something like that off, she must have the support of at least some members of the nobility.” If she did kill your brother and you turn her away tonight, you might expect an ‘accident’ to befall you as well. As a result, the safest course of action would be to do as she said; at least then, you would have nine months before she would have you killed.

You do your best to hide your supposition as you unbuckle your belt. Both parties look down at your now free cock; it is in a state of limbo. It could not decide whether it wanted to be hard for the beautiful pussy in front of it or remain soft as if fearing for the threats from your mother.

Your mother giggles. “Oh, so that is what you’re so hesitant about. Don’t worry; that is a common problem with noblemen. My father even told me he had the same problem. Your first time?”

“Your first time?” you hesitantly asked.

“You know, your first time with a relative.” She moves her hand down to her pussy as she speaks, “My father, your grandfather, was quite the womanizer before your arranged marriage to your grandmother. He was known to be a little rough on women. So about six months before your grandfather’s wedding, your great-grandmother used her body to teach him how actually to treat a woman in bed. She told me that he had trouble getting it up your first time with her.”

You think to yourself, ‘is it a family tradition to have sex with their mothers?’

Your mother continues: “My Grandmother told me that it is a Nobleman’s duty to ensure your land runs in the presents while it is a Noblewoman’s duty to ensure he has set your land up for the future.” She kneels down in front of you. “And she told me that since there is a good chance you will be married to a relative, we have to be very skillful in our convincing of her.” She licks up your dick before pressing her nightgown clad tits around it, brings some life back to your cock. “Because of that, we noblewomen know how to convince you, noblemen.”

She smiled up at you as she slid back on the desk. She grabs your dick and pulls you between her legs “see, I made your kingly cock all nice and ready to do its duty.” She wipes its head up and down her pussy lips, “are you ready to do your kingly duties?”

You feel your cock head pressing into her wet clit as you moan, “yes.”

She blushes and moves your cock to her slit as she says, “good, then claim it.” Knowing no other way, you give in to your urges and drives your cock deep inside your mother. Both of you moan together as your cock strikes her cervix. “Good on my King, breed your Queen, give her your child, make her your concubine.” This is your first sex ever, and she felt amazing. Combine with your mixture of emotions; you couldn’t last long.

Within three thrusts, you’re was already blowing your load inside of her womb. Feeling lightheaded, you slowly drop to the ground. Now free from your cock, your mother giggles and quickly covers her cum filled pussy. “Don’t worry, my king, your mother, the new concubine, will take good care of your cum.” She quickly pulls her nightgown down and walks out of your office.

Your activities that night with your mother remain a secret to all but the two of you, that is, until her next month’s royal physical. By then, even the doctors could tell she was pregnant. The news that the Queen was pregnant, and she doesn’t reveal who’s the father of her newest child, quickly spread throughout the country.

About nine weeks after the news broke, she walks into your office, “I think it is time.”

Without looking up from your paperwork, he asked, “Time for what, might I ask?”

“For you to announce that you welcome me into your bed, and that will be my place from now on. I am already showing. You wouldn’t want any more rumors being spread about the King’s mother, would you?” You sigh; you really hoped that you wouldn’t be the one having to make the announcement, but as it is, it’s yet another headache he has to face.

By now, the former Barbarian tribe is openly talking about rebellion. They aren’t even trying to hide it, while at the same time, your nobles call for another expedition to punish them. Of course, you wouldn’t give in to them, but that only makes them angrier at him.

As in sensing your distress, your mother says, “Don’t worry, as a proper concubine, I will accompany my man to the council to where he will present me.” When you look up from your paperwork, you notice another thing that won’t help the situation.

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“Mom, do you think it is appropriate for you to go to the council?”

She spins around in front of you. “Why not, Your Highness? This is the first article of clothing I actually bought for myself. It certainly covers everything, and I think it is fitting of my new title. Anyway, all my clothes belong to my title and not to me; they will all be stripped from me after your announcement. Would you want other people to strip me of them while I am wearing them?” You just shake your head no as the two of you walk to the council past some people.

The moment you walk into the council, you announce, “Listen. I have an announcement to make” All eyes turn towards you but stop at your mother.

Sir Trindon’s weasel voice squeaks out. “You may be King, but I won’t have you marching all over all of our Traditions. There is a dress code for even the Queen in the council.”

Your mother walks up to Sir Trindon and runs her finger across his chin. “Oh, come on, Sir Trindon, we all know you’re only upset because you wanted your baby inside my belly. I am sorry you were not man enough to do it.” She takes her seat next to the King’s throne and confidently crosses her legs under her belly bump. “But as you insisted, I have dressed appropriately.” She waves at you as a signal to start speaking. You cough, “A little over three months ago, My mother gave up her title as Queen for the favor of my bed.”

Sir Trindon quickly turns away and stomps out of the room, while the others can’t take their eyes off your month.

Sir Dietrich says, “With all due respect, my dear King, But didn’t you think you should have told us your loyal council before three months has passed? We have costumes and privileges that she has enjoyed under the title of Queen for the past month that she was no longer privileged to.”

“On that, you all have my sincere apologies. It was just that when the former Queen approached me with her idea, and I accepted, due to everything that has happened and the unrest, I asked her to continue acting as if she was still the Queen for as long as possible.” He takes a breath to examine the room. It may have been a lie, but it appears to be an effective one. Hence, he continues, “However, if you still think she owes the country some debt for the duration of that time period, I see no reason why the members of the council cannot use her ass and chest at this precise moment to settle that debt.”

You look over to your mother. She has fury in her eyes due to you offering her body to these men. Then you look back at the council. Each man is looking at each other. All of the men are excited about being able to fuck the former Queen, but, at the same time, they are waiting for someone to have the courage to go first.

The tension is finally broken by Sir Dietrich, “No, after hearing what transpired, I think if there is any debt. It is the debt the country owes to you and your family.” He bows his head, allowing both you and your mother to leave.

The moment the two of you are out of earshot, your mother grabs you by the arm, “Don’t you ever offer me to anyone ever again.” Before stomping off

That night your mother was **** out of her room; without anywhere else to go, she found herself sleeping in the same bed as you. Which made it even more awkward on you because, due to her pregnancy and the heat of late summer, she sleeps in the nude. For the first week, you could not sleep all night out of fear that she would kill you in your sleep. Even after that week, you could never get as deep of asleep as you did before she started sleeping in your bed.

4 month later, a week before the due date

You find yourself in front of the council again, listening to their annoying arguments.

Sir Trindon says, “With all due respect,” Despite his words, there is no respect in the voice, “the barbarians are stockpiling weapons, every day we pay to teach their daughters, and at night they go home and teach their son to use it against us. I strongly suggest we send our army in, take all their possessions, and sell them all off as slaves to pay for the debt they are building.”

You mock him, “Now, my good Sir Trindon, is it you that is the barbarian?”

Sir Trindon growls, but Sir Strongwelds speaks up before he can. “I don’t agree with Sir Trindon on many things, but I do believe we should send our army in, at least as a show of strength.”

You slam your fist on the chair. “I WILL NOT BE A TYRANT, and I will not have my nobles be tyrants either. They are my subjects, as I do with all my subjects; I will not draw my sword until they draw theirs. And even after they draw their swords, I will only use enough **** to make them but their swords away. No, I won’t hear any more of your words.” he quickly stands up and exits just to run into Dobra and her two daughters in the hall.

“Lady Dobra, what is it that you need? I am busy dealing with your people trying to rebel.”

She softly says, “I believe the problem has finally found its solution.”

Your eyes get really big as he looks both ways. “Then follow me to my office so you can tell it to me in private.”

Inside the office,

“So what is it? How do you suggest we stop your people from trying to restart the war.”

Lady Dobra answers, “My daughter would be best at explaining it since she was the one that found it.”

You turn to Misha, “So my dear girl, let’s hear it.”

Misha bows her head and steps forward. “Before coming here, we told the people of our tribe that we will be requesting for at least a representative in the council.”

You shake your head, “You know the council will never accept a female as a member, especially three females from the barbarians tribes.”

Misha places her hands on her hips in annoyance at her plan being questioned: “That is why we also told them that we will be requesting spots on your bed as well.”

You consider her words in amazement. “Interesting, Misha, you have done your research. Concubines can accompany and even speak for the King in some cases.”