The Queen deserve to be served!

"Mother, I will give you an order, this is the only order you have the right to refuse. If you refuse we will never talk of it again but if you carry it ... I will expect to carry every following order I give you." You explain softly watching her breath come short and her pupils expand rapidly, there was little doubt in your mind that she wants you at this moment, the question was if she was ready for the kind of perversity that fills your mind almost constantly. You could be gentle and loving but that would never be enough for you and feel like you're misleading her, no, you need to let her know from the start what she's getting into.

"After today, I have a lot of stress building up. And seeing your ... hmmm, fat ass swaying all day makes it very difficult to hide this." You say crudely while hicking your dress to show her your now raging boner, you almost moan when you see your mother's eyes shoot open at the sight of your cock in all its glory. You can't hold the moan when you hear her next sentence and then see the lust entering her eyes.

"It ... It's way bigger than what I remember." The milf say before looking away in shame.

"Get on your knees and worship your new Queen, mother. Show me your devotion and do not let etiquette get in the way, let me see if you are the one to take this responsibility or if I should look for someone more suited" You challenge putting very little pressure on her shoulder guiding her to the ground.