You continue to play it slow.

"My king, I may longer be a royal, but we are still family, and I am still your mother."

With your finger still on her chin, you squeak a laugh. "Family... I see no problem with you being a family; over half the nobility we know are wedded to family, some even to siblings, and it no completely unheard of someone being with their offspring. And I would be a fullish man not to recognize your beauty. Do you believe your King to be a dim man?"

Not wanting to disgrace you paying pulling herself from your finger while also not wanting to look you in the eyes, she averts her gaze by shifting it downwards. "Only those how are dim themselves would ever believe my king to be dimwitted."

"Then meet your King's gaze and accept my compliments."

However, she still resists meeting your gaze. "I am sorry, my King, But as an individual who is no longer a royal, I am not worthy of meeting your gaze. And as a woman who is newly committed, I can not accept your compliments."

"Do you believe you are worthy of telling your king who can look him in the eyes"

to which she quickly answers, "Of course, not my king."

"Than look your king in the eyes!" Not willing to disobey a direct order from her king, her empressed fears snap to yours. "That better, As for you being a newly committed woman, your fiance is fully aware that you will be bedding your king to teach him the ways of a man and woman; thus, there is nothing wrong with you accepting your king's compliments. do you understand?"

Being too embarrassed to speak, your mother silently nods, allowing you to continue, "Then allow me to repeat myself." Just then, your fingers find the end of the string that is holding the back knot of her corset together. With one gentle pull, the knot comes undone, and the corset gently falls off her body, exposing her perky set of d tits. "You are one of the most beautiful women that your king's eyes have ever fallen on."

She has worked herself into a mental knot now; every part of her body is fighting with herself. Mentally she knows that her son should not be seeing her naked or saying those things about her, but she also knows that as a non-royal, she has no right to question his judgment. All while her hormones say that those comments are wrong, however, she is still starting to feel a warm wetness between her legs. Eventually, her upbringing about the importance of obeying a royal command takes over, and she answers, "Thank you, my king."

Your finger moved down the curves of her body to her ask while you say, "Your king asks you to start working on the thing we discuss by showing him how to please a beautiful woman." Before you can answer, your finger grabs her ass, and you lift her up so that you can set her down on your throne.

With her thong cover ass on her throne, you side between her legs, while she says, "Sire, by your decree, I am no longer a royal; thus I am not worthy to set in your throne."

You don't take your eyes off her thong-covered pussy as you answer, "What did I say about you telling your king about who is worthy of what? Now do as your king commanded, and tell him how to please a woman." You don't wait for her to obey your command, and your hand reaches forwards and pulls her thong to the side, exposing her slightly swollen lips.

She takes a deep breath when she feels your breath on her lower lips and her legs nervously squeeze your head. She slowly recollects herself and accepts that this will happen. Thus, after she gradually releases his head from the vice grip of her legs, she says: "ok, you would start by gently pressing your tongue into the sides on what you see before you."