Taking Up The Mantle

You gaze at your beautiful mother who was looking more **** than you had ever seen her. She was so ashamed of her confession and the question she had just asked you. Coming from a society that demanded strength and independence she was humiliated to be seen as weak and dependent. But she was even more ashamed to ask the one man in the universe that she ought not EVER give such power to, her own son. Yet you were the only man she felt deserved to take up her king’s mantle. You were her prince, your father’s heir, and the only man she would give herself to willingly. It took a lot of courage for your mother to speak the truth in her heart to you. Wracked by the guilt of leaving you behind however had **** her to come to grips with that forbidden truth.

You are not sure if it was the open, honest and trusting way your mother looked at you or if it was some hidden internal need for power and control but there was only ever going to be one answer to her question.

Whether it was for her sake, your sake, or most likely a bit of both, you whisper softly and with love. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Before your eyes all her fears and uncertainties melt like the snow beneath an April sun. “You mean it baby?” Her soul shone as she looked upon you as her her hero, her savior, her gallant knight in shining armor. “You will…have me?”

“Of course I will.” You say with a kiss to her breast. “You heard them. I am a prince now. I was born to rule. Born to lead a harem. And raised to honor my mother.” You drag your lips back and forth across her soft mammary flesh then kiss it again. “It’s not weak to know yourself. It’s not weak to accept your real desires.” You say, then look into her eyes. “I would be honored, proud, to take Dad’s place as your keeper.”

“My…keeper?” She smiles. “Ohhh!”

“Give your burdens to me Mom.” You stroke her soft cheek with the back of your fingers as your other hand stroke, stroke, strokes her huge cock. “Be free of them and be happy.”

“Oh Jesse!”

“You sure you want this though?” You ask. “You’ll listen to me? You’ll obey me? Even if Peggy disagrees? Even if you have your doubts or don’t understand why I do things?”

“Mm hm.” She nods as tears of joy twinkle in her lovely brown eyes. “I know you love me Jesse. I know with all my heart you would never hurt me on purpose. I’ve never doubted you baby. Ever. And I never will.” She couldn’t give you power over her fast enough or fervent enough. It was clear that she had been waiting many years for a new King to serve. Well, this was going to make getting her on side with you, Elsie, and Button a lot easier than you imagined.

“You’ll do what I say?” You ask. “You swear?”

“I’ll do anything you say Jesse.” She beams with love. “Anything.”

“Anything?” You cock an impish brow and give her fat knob a teasing squeeze.

“Anything.”

Stroking her faster you say. “Give me an example. First thing off the top of your mind.”

“Oh Jesse…I can’t.”

“Mom. If I’m going to be your keeper I need to know you. Everything about you.” You say, eager to unlock your mother’s twisted mind. “Talk to me. What do you want?”

Reaching up she gently caresses her fingers down your temple and across your cheek. “You are so…pretty.” She whispers. “The prettiest man in the whole world.”

“Awww.”

“I want to look after you. I want you to come to me if you’re sad or down or…if you need anything at all.” She bites her lips, staring deeply into your eyes, then blurts out all at once. “And I want you come to Mommy whenever you get horny. I want you to use Mommy’s body to make yourself happy. Anytime…in any way. Even if I’m sleeping. You don’t even have to ask.”

“Geez!” Offering you free-use privileges was the first thing off the top of her mind!? She really was as cracked as you’d heard. But deep down you knew that already. It didn’t make you love her any less.

“It’s my fault you fell in with that nasty Allison.” She says. “If I would have…looked after my boy…like I should have…like I wanted to…she never could have hurt you.” She pets your hair. “You would have waited for a good girl if Mommy would have looked after your needs at home.”

“I’m not a child Mom. I knew what I was getting into with Allie. Don’t feel bad.”

“I know.” She coos. “But…”

“Never mind Allie.” You say. “She’s back there. In the past. Let’s look to our future.”

Bolstered by your accepting words she sighs and relaxes, enjoying the pleasure your stroking hand was giving her. “Mmm.”

“What else do you want Mom?” You whisper. “I want my queen mother to be happy.”

“Queen mother?” She giggles. “Oh my!”

“Tell me.”

“The truth?”

“The truth.”

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. “I want to see you pretty. I want to hear you moan. I want to feel you bouncing on top of me wailing with pleasure. I want to fuck your bum so good that your adorable little dinky prematurely squirts all over my belly.”

“Whaaat!?” You exclaim before quelling your voice quieter again. “Dinky? Prema…what!?”

“It’s SOOOO cute when a man bursts too fast. Especially when he’s getting anal. Like they can’t even control themselves. Silly men.” She laughs a jolly laugh. “The faces your father used to make those times he squirted early. Ohhhh, it’s just not the same with women.” She rustles your hair. “And your dinky is WAY cuter than his.”

“Uh, er, I don’t know what to say.”

“But more than anything.” Her eyes open and her face suddenly goes serious as she whispers. “I want to have your babies.” Gazing deep into your soul as fresh precum wets your hand she pleads. “I want you to put your babies in me Jesse.”

“Jesus!”

“Sorry.” She looks away. “I know I’m wrong.”

“No.” Again you turn her face back toward you. “Don’t be sorry Mom. It’s okay. Everything is okay.”

“You sure you still want a woman like me?”

“Yeah. I do.” You say. “I asked for the truth.”

You asked for it, and you certainly got it!