This story contains elements of mother/son incest, BDSM and other deviant issues. If these are likely to offend you, please read no further.
All characters are aged eighteen or older, and the story is entirely the product of my fevered imagination. However, I would like to acknowledge the assistance and support of my long-time editor and friend, Hatsuda.
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Queen Carolyne of Arbretia admired herself in the mirror. She admired her firm body, kept in shape through rigorous activity, now encased in a revealing silk gown. At thirty-five, she was in perfect shape, a trophy for her ageing husband, King Philip the Sixth, monarch of the Dragon Throne of Arbretia, but now aged eighty-five and in deteriorating health.
Carolyne was above medium height with deep, well formed breasts that showed no tendency to sag and her wide hips framed a curvy bottom. She had long thick, fine blonde hair down to her shoulder blades and china blue eyes
Carolyne knew that her husband had little time left to him, and, as dowager, her position was uncertain. It was the custom for attractive widows for who there were no fixed financial support to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Carolyne's future would depend entirely on whether her son would be prepared to support her, and she was by no means certain that this would be the case.
She remembered that Philip had not taken her for several years, and the sexual pressure had built to the point where she had to relieve herself regularly. But this was no substitute, she thought, for being plundered by a big, hard cock.
"Admiring yourself, mother?" came the voice of her son, Crown Prince Alexis. "But there is a lot to admire, isn't there?" Alexis was now eighteen, a tall, beautiful young man, a true Adonis, thought Carolyne. And admired in court as a warrior. Even as young as he was, he had led two expeditionary forces to outlying parts of the kingdom, successfully putting down insurrections.
Carolyne loved her son in her own way, but was growing a little uncertain as he developed some worrying characteristics. She knew for a fact that, even at his early age, he had impregnated two ladies of the court; Lady Eloise, wife of the champion knight, Sir Hubert of Grange, rendered impotent in battle, and Lady Florence, widow of Sir Richard de Clancy. Neither lady had the slightest objection; bearing the child of the Crown Prince was deemed a signal honour. And it was rumoured that Alexis had also fathered children by palace maids.
More worrying to Carolyne was Alexis' growing closeness with Baron Porteous, the Lord High Chancellor, the power behind Philip's throne, and now the de facto ruler in Philip's declining years. Carolyne believed Porteous to be totally corrupt, and tried to warn Alexis away from him, but her son simply laughed and ignored his mother's concerns.
Carolyne blushed at her son's frank assessment of her beauty, and invited him into her chamber. "So, how are you spending your time now, my son?" she enquired. "I do hope you are not preying on more ladies of the court."
"Mother, preying is such a loaded word. Neither of my previous 'conquests' you might say, had the slightest objection to my attentions. In fact they both encouraged me in the frankest possible terms. Lady Eloise begged me to fuck her hard and ruthlessly. Lady Florence told me it had been so long since she had had a cock in her cunt that she was almost dying for me to take her."
Her son's vulgar descriptions shocked the rather prudish Carolyne, and she told him, "Alexis, these are two important ladies in our kingdom. How can you talk like that about them?"
"Mother, I am simply reporting what they said. They begged me for sex in most graphic terms, although I suppose you may find this hard to believe."
Carolyne blushed but said no more and Alexis left with an unpleasant smile on his face. 'Your turn will come, mother, and I'll have you begging me to fuck you before long', he thought.
Alexis made his way to Baron Porteous' chamber. "Ah, Alexis, I trust I find you well?" The baron sounded affable, but he was not totally comfortable with the heir to the throne. Corruption recognised corruption, and Porteous was at a disadvantage with Alexis, who had obtained incontrovertible evidence of the Lord Chancellor's dishonesty.
"I understand that the negotiations for my betrothal to Princess Persephone of Caltrania are now almost complete?" the Crown Prince asked.
"That is so, your Royal Highness. There are just one or two procedural matters to complete and then an announcement will be made."
"Excellent, Porteous. I understand she is a beautiful young woman—and highly compliant, having been trained in the austere court of Caltrania?"
"So I believe, your Royal Highness."
"Good. Now is the time for me to request your co-operation in accordance with our agreement. Nothing arduous, I assure you, it is simply that I shall make my mother my sex slave. She will be totally submissive to me, and I shall take great pleasure in training her for that purpose. I simply require you to take no action that will jeopardise my plan, and keep this matter concealed from my father. I have the unquestioned loyalty of my personal guards, and of several ladies of the court who have pledged themselves directly to me."
"I understand, sir, and I shall ensure that your training will be a confidential matter limited entirely to you. I have no doubt that Queen Carolyne will become a highly satisfying submissive for you."
"I understand that the widowed Lady Florence de Clancy is due to be offered for auction, although she will bring my bastard with her. I also know that she is pining for someone to keep her bed warm. She is a delicious piece, and I believe she would fetch a good price at auction. Should you be interested, however, I can arrange it so that no auction will take place on the grounds of a prior offer from, shall we say, 'a powerful nobleman'. I have no doubt that Lady Florence would not be averse to a match with the powerful Baron Porteous, if this stirs you to some enthusiasm."
"Your royal highness, I have watched Lady Florence from afar and was prepared to bid at the auction, although I realised it would cost dearly."
"Think no more of it, my dear Baron. Lady Florence shall be with you in a few days. And I have no doubt she will be delighted to become the property of a powerful man such as yourself, and be spared the uncertainty of the auction."
As the Crown Prince left, Porteous shook his head. He was not surprised at what Alexis had proposed, but he also realised the depths of depravity into which the young man was prepared to descend. He was also mildly irritated at being offered one of the Crown Prince's "cast offs", but he also knew that the Lady Florence was both beautiful and very enthusiastic in bed.
Two weeks later, Alexis summoned his mother to his chamber, an unusual move but not wholly unknown.
"Yes, Alexis; what is the reason for this summons?' she asked in a slightly irritated voice.
"Ah yes, mother, the time has come for us to adjust our relationship."
Carolyne's finely sculpted eyebrow raised, showing her doubt and uncertainty.
"I am anxious to avoid you being subjected to the indignities of the auction after the king's death. I have therefore decided that from here on, I should own you. You will submit yourself to me as my sex slave. Please do not argue or I shall be forced to punish you."
At first, Carolyne was struck dumb, but then erupted in fury. "You foul pig. I shall certainly do no such thing, and as soon as I leave here, your father shall be informed. I am the Queen of Arbretia and demand that I be respected as such."
She turned to leave, but Alexis moved more quickly and locked the door. "No, mother, you are not going anywhere. Now, remove all your clothes so that I can get a better view of your delicious body."
