7 comments/ 40609 views/ 53 favorites Arbretia - The Crown Prince By: bumblegrum 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. ***** 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." "Never. Now let me leave or I shall call the guard." "I don't think so, mother. The guards on this door are my trusted personal guard. They obey me unto death, and are richly rewarded for doing so. Now, clothes off, or I shall cut them off." "Alexis, this is both absurd and totally obscene. How can you do this to me; I am your mother, for god's sake. How can you treat me this way—haven't I been a good mother to you? "A mere accident of biology, your majesty," Alexis' sarcasm was almost tangible. "And as to being a good mother, you palmed me off to a series of nursemaids and tutors, and I hardly saw you. Now you claim to have been a good mother. I don't think so. Now is the time for you to repent; you will crawl across the floor, naked, on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck you. Now, will you do what I demand voluntarily, or shall I make it happen?" "No, never, you demon spawn. Do your worst." "Thank you, mother—I rather enjoy a little resistance from my women. I well remember a little episode with the Countess of Richmond. She fought like a tigress, attempting to prevent me from taking her as I wished. In the end I had to tie her to the bed, face down with her bottom perfectly placed for me to ravish her. Her screams of fury rapidly changed to cries of ecstasy as I mounted her and took her without mercy. The dear countess can't get enough of me; I still see her occasionally, and she is most accommodating." The queen looked horror-struck. "Not Lady Fiona Richmond? But she's a pillar of our society, devout and devoted to her family. Surely you must be pretending?" "Oh no, mother. She is a delicate morsel and has the most amazingly sensitive tits. Such beautiful handfuls—a little pulling, a little squeezing, a little biting and she has a thunderous orgasm. Something I doubt the count will be aware of." "This is dreadful, you fiend. And you are to be betrothed to Princess Persephone of Caltrania, so your depredations must stop." "Oh no, mother, I am sure Princess Persephone will be most accommodating." The queen shuddered at the thought of the sweet and gentle Persephone being exposed to this suddenly revealed monster, but she took no action. She had her own concerns to focus on. "Alexis, if you do not release me, my maid will become worried and start a search." "Ah yes, Mistress Quiggin." He went to the door and instructed the sergeant of the guard, "Arrange for Alice Quiggin to be brought here immediately." As Alice entered the Crown Prince's apartment, the queen screamed to her, "Oh thank god you're here, Alice. My son has lost his mind and wants to take me as his slave. You must help me ..." But Alice Quiggin looked directly at Alexis who nodded. "I don't think so, mother. Mistress Quiggin is here to help me, not you." So saying, he grabbed his mother and dragged her to a high ended couch. "Take her left arm, Alice, and bind her wrist to the base of the couch while I deal with the right." Queen Carolyne screamed in rage and terror, but she was soon immobilised, bent over the end of the couch. Alexis flipped up her dress to show her smoothly rounded globes under her silken underwear. "Alice, you dress her majesty, don't you? Would you now like to remove her underwear?" Alice hurried to comply and they were both rewarded by the sight of Carolyne's luscious globes, an alabaster delight. "Now, mother, you will be taught a lesson in obedience." Alexis approached his mother and swinging his arm high into the air, brought his hand down forcefully on her unprotected bottom. Carolyne screamed with the pain as her son lashed hard at this tempting target, placing and timing each strike for maximum effect. He knew that his mother would be in agony over this persistent beating. Before he was halfway through, his mother was begging and pleading for mercy, but Alexis continued until she was a blubbering mess. Then he turned to Alice. "I know you have had some trouble with her majesty, Alice—would you like to deliver a few strokes? "Oh yes, your royal highness, it would give me great pleasure," and Alexis handed her a supple leather paddle which she grabbed enthusiastically and slammed it into Carolyne's bottom. "There you go, you snooty bitch, a payment for your stuck-up attitude towards me." Alexis smiled his agreement, and then gave Alice the rest of her payment and a safe passage pass as agreed. After Alice left, Alexis resumed his spanking until his own hand was sore. "Are you ready to obey me now, mother?" She nodded, sobbing her agreement. "Very well. Now listen carefully. You will apologise for your disobedience and thank me for correcting you. You will then remove all your clothes. Understood?" The Queen nodded again. Alexis untied her hands and waited, picking up the discarded paddle. "I am s ... sorry I did ... didn't ... obey you, Alexis," Queen Carolyne stumbled over her words, her humiliation almost getting the better of her. "Can you please forgive me?" When Alexis started to flick the paddle against his thigh, she blanched and added, "Oh and thank you for disciplining me, sir." "Thank you for reminding me, mother. You will now always refer to me as Sir unless there are others present, when you may call me by my first name. Do you understand, Carolyne?" "Yes...Sir," she responded. "Now then, remove your clothes." "Yes Sir," Carolyne said, hurrying to undo buttons and bows, and then slowly peeling away each garment until she stood naked, with one arm across her breast and one hand in front of her crotch. "Never cover yourself in front of me, mother. Now link your hands behind your head, back straight, shoulders back and feet apart."" Carolyne obeyed these demeaning commands, and in so doing, displayed her beautiful body in its entirety. Her breasts jutted forward, with puffy areolas surrounding rosy nipples which stood out, pointing directly at her master as if begging to be handled. Her slim waist flared to a delicious round bottom which tapered to long, perfectly shaped legs and small, delicate feet. Alexis knew he had never seen such a delightful specimen of femininity. Alexis could scarcely control his excitement. "Turn slowly, so I can fully appreciate the treasures of your bottom." he ordered. She turned gracefully and Alexis reflected on how effective a simple spanking had been on his beautiful mother. "Come here, mother, I am going to play with your body." She moved close to him, closing her eyes. This brought hard slaps across her breasts, causing her to scream with the added pain. "Don't close your eyes while I play with you. I want you to see what is happening." Carolyne stared at her son's face as his hands fastened onto her sweet firm tits. He took each nipple between a thumb and finger, twisting and pulling them away from her body. She squealed with the pain, but Alexis caught a suggestion of erotic pleasure as he handled her. "Good, is it, mother? Now, let's check on just how good." So saying, he stroked down over her stomach and worked a finger through her downy hair and along her pussy. "Well, well, would you look at that," he said to his mother. "You're really wet down there; you seem to be getting excited by your son's treatment. Quite worked up, aren't you?" and he removed his finger from her slit, telling her to lick it clean. "Tastes good, too, doesn't it?" Carolyne had never felt so ashamed or humiliated in her whole life and she remained silent until Alexis barked, "I asked you a question, slut." "Yes Sir," she mumbled, shocked both by the experience of tasting her own juices but also by her increasing arousal. Alexis continued moving his hands over her body, stroking, exploring, pinching, slapping and Carolyne became increasingly tense. She flushed a bright deep red and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Alexis understood that his father would never have taken Carolyne to this place and he revelled in the power he had over his mother. "Excellent, mother, now you will remove my cock from my pants and suck it until I cum in your mouth." "Oh god, no ... I've never done anything like that. Please ..." She hesitated; this was both unexpected and frightening. "You are not here to question my orders; you are here to obey them. Clearly you have not learned the lesson of obedience. Back over the couch with your bottom held high. "No, no, please not again" Carolyne pleaded. She started to panic and her voice became hysterical. "Please, Alexis, no more; I'll be good. I'll do anything you want, I'll be anything you want only I beg you not to thrash me again." Alexis knew he needed his mother to have no doubt whatsoever about her new role, and he needed to ensure that this was burned into her brain. He tied her down again, and using the paddle this time, Alexis struck his mother across first the right buttock and then the left. If his hands had been bad, the paddle was ten times worse. A pain like fire spread across her bottom and she wriggled and writhed to try to avoid it. "Please, I beg you, no more, please have mercy," she sobbed and screamed. "I promise I will obey you; you don't need to punish me any more." However, Alexis had not yet finished, and was determined to show his mother no mercy and stamp his authority firmly over her body. He lashed both cheeks and the soft insides of her thighs. Her screams and shrieks of pain became an incoherent sobbing until Alexis decided that she would probably have learned her lesson. "Would you like some more, mother, or is this enough?" "Oh god, enough, please, Sir, no more." He untied his mother from the end of the couch and had her stand facing him. "Very well. Now, as you did before, you shall thank me for providing you with the discipline that you so clearly needed." She nodded. "And you will apologise for your poor obedience," he continued. "You had better make it convincing, or you can expect more kisses from the paddle. " She hesitated, unsure what needed to be said, but Alexis was in no mood for delay. "Now," he shouted, striking her with the paddle across her left tit. "No, no more, I beg you Sir. Please don't strike me again." Walking around to stand in front of her, Alexis held the paddle out to her and instructed her to kiss it, and to thank him for her punishment. Between sobs, she managed to whimper, "Thank...you...for...my...punishment, Sir. Thank you for correcting me." "Now the apology," said her son, raising the paddle. "And persuade me that you really mean it." Carolyne took a deep breath. "I am sorry that I have disappointed you, Sir but I have never been a servant in the past. Now I know I must serve you as my master. But please give me another chance. Please let me prove that I can obey your commands." "Well that's as maybe, mother. Let me put you to the test. Ask me to play with your juicy cunt, you incestuous slut." The Queen had never been exposed to such language, and if anyone had used such words in her presence, that person would surely have been punished. She had certainly never used such language herself—but the idea of asking her son to feel her private parts, and the suggestion that she was a ... a slut, had a strange effect on her. She felt her body become heated, stemming from her crotch, but she almost physically resisted this degradation, this humiliation contained in her own son's words. Carolyne felt herself caught in a trap. If she accepted her son's demands, she would brand herself as the worst kind of slut. If she refused, she would be beaten again. She whimpered, "Please sir, can I ask you to wait ..." Too late. Alexis was in no mood for prevarication, and he again lashed out at his naked mother, paddling her hard against her glowing bottom. "You don't seem to understand these simple rules, mother. When I give you an order, you obey immediately and don't question my instructions. Failure to obey or even to delay will result in severe punishment." Arbretia - The Crown Prince Her screams of pain rang through the chamber as the Queen begged her son for mercy. "No more, please, I beg you. Play with me, play with my cunt. Do whatever you want with my body." "It's taken you long enough mother—I'm tempted to give you a few more strokes of the paddle." "Oh Alexis, please ... please don't hit me again. Play with my cunt—put your fingers in me, treat me like a whore only please don't use the paddle again." "Very well, mother. Now tell me how much you want to feel my hands all over your most private parts." "Oh yes, Master. It will be so wonderful to feel my own son playing with me, making me feel so excited. And I hope I am good enough to give you pleasure as well." Alexis swept his hand up the soft skin of the inside of her thigh, and Carolyne gasped as she felt the lightest touch on her now engorged clit. Her gasp turned to a moan as Alexis worked his finger across her super-sensitive nubbin. "I'm a little surprised at your enthusiasm, mother—I expected you to resist me rather more strongly. What is it that gets you so excited, having your curvy bottom spanked or knowing you are being dominated by your son? Or, perhaps, both?" Carolyne realized that she was beginning to have strange feelings towards her son, new feelings of desire and submission, feelings that she needed to be his plaything. She, who was Queen Carolyne of Arbretia needing to debase herself to her own son, and to have him humiliate her in whatever way he chose.. The effect of her son fondling her private parts caused her to become highly aroused. She had never experienced anything like this during her marriage to the king, and it was becoming overwhelming. Carolyne needed more and was prepared to undergo any humiliation, any degradation to get it. She pushed her mound into Alexis' hand and closed her eyes as the sensations built and deepened. "Yes ... yes, please don't stop. So good. I've never ... oh please, give me more, I beg you. I'm losing all control, I want this so much." "Then let's go the next step, your majesty. You shall beg me to fuck you." Alexis stood and moved across the room. He dropped his pants, and could feel the thrill building up in his rigid cock—he was about to fuck his mother, perhaps the most depraved action he could take. Just the idea of this nearly made him cum with that thought alone. "If you remember, mother, I told you you would crawl across the floor, naked, on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck you. Beg for my cock like the common slut you are. Do it." Carolyne had lost all sense of propriety, all sense of herself as a modest and upright woman. She knew she had been humiliated by her own son, but accepted that enthusiastically. Now all she could think about was her son's cock, thrusting into her needy, quivering centre, her trembling ... cunt, as she was now becoming accustomed to call it. "Oh god, yes, Alexis, please do me now." And she dropped to her hands and knees, crawling across the floor to kneel in front of her dominating son. Her majesty, Queen Carolyne seemed to have lost all sense of coherent speech as she looked up to see his cock straining upwards, ready to rape his own mother. "Please, Sir, I beg you, fuck me now, fuck me hard and don't stop. I need your cock to fill me and make me cum. Please, take me without mercy and make me your woman ... make me your slut." Positioning himself behind Carolyne's delicious bottom, he demanded that she should bend over the end of the couch. As she did so, he grabbed her hips and rammed his cock deep into her. With one sudden thrust, he was buried, balls deep in his mother's hot, wet, clinging pussy. As he had fondled and caressed her body, Alexis had raised his mother's sexuality to an explosive high. Now the forceful thrust of his thick, plundering cock took her into delirium. She didn't know where she was or even who she was as she became overwhelmed by the sensual excess of this incredible fuck. Sensations flooded through her body in a multi-coloured climax, and she screamed and thrashed under her conqueror as her orgasm blew her apart. "I want to handle your tits while I fuck you. "Oh please, Sir, please play with my tits," Carolyne replied quickly, uncertain if this was intended seriously or made simply to hear her beg again. Either way, she would have said anything to get him to continue to stroke into her. She suspected that a second climax she was building up to would be even bigger than the first. She stood, and felt his hands come from behind to pinch her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "Yes, mother, you have such superb tits, just made for the right man to handle. And deliciously sensitive, too. Tell me," he enquired, pinching and pulling those nipples, "did my father ever fuck you as well as this?" "No, Sir, he never ... fucked me like this." Carolyne's mind went blank to everything but the sensations boiling through her body as her son fucked her fiercely and continued the erotic torture of her nipples. But now pain blended with ecstasy as Alexis manipulated her body, driving his mother closer and closer to her climax. Alexis possessed amazing stamina, and continued to pump into his mother's body, long, solid thrusts that massaged her clitoris and reached her G spot. He showed her no mercy as he totally dominated the woman who had given birth to him. As he thrust forcefully into her, he slapped her bottom and the added heat led to her second orgasm, a kaleidoscope of colour and erotic images that had her howling and screaming his name. But Alexis was far from finished. He continued fucking his mother, now in short, fast, powerful strokes that had her gasping and whimpering. "Please, master, please make me cum again—I can't get enough of your magic cock." Carolyne felt her son's pace increase, and as she approached her third orgasm, she sensed that he was also close to his own explosion. He seized her hips and thrust backwards and forwards like a man possessed. He felt his cock expand as it was gripped by the seemingly frenzied muscles of her cunt, and as she flew into the rapture of yet another orgasm, she heard her son howl in triumph as he emptied himself into her, ejaculating deep into her quivering cunt. Alexis pulled away from his mother. "Well, well, your majesty, that was a performance I would not have expected from the Queen of Arbretia. Such a hot and enthusiastic fuck by such a noble lady. You learn fast, mother. Now, finish the job and clean my cock of our combined juices." At his command, Carolyne rolled onto her side and slithered down her son's body to remove all the remaining evidence of a hard and satisfying fuck. This, too, was a new experience for Carolyne, but she desperately wanted to prove her submission to her son, and knew that this was an important part of her submission. "Excellent, mother—you will clean my cock every time I fuck you. So how does it feel to be a royal slut for your own son?" She hesitated for a minute, and then, "Please, Sir, use me in any way you want. I've never had sex like this before and I need to be your plaything, your sex toy, your ... your slut." "Even though you are my mother?" "You told me a little while ago it was, 'A mere accident of biology' and now I agree with you. You will make a fine king when your father passes, and I will be there to comfort you in every way possible.' "Mmm, yes. I shall present you to the nation as the elegant, grieving queen dowager, a dignified public figure. And then in private, you will crawl to me and beg me to fuck you and to take you up the arse. I shall enjoy that." Carolyne sighed deeply, her mind suffused with images of being taken by her son in such degrading, debauched settings. She trembled, as much from the realisation of how quickly she had succumbed to her son's domination as from the depraved joy she now felt at being treated that way. "So shall I, Alexis. You've created a need in me, a longing for your control, and I will do anything to surrender to you in that way." "Excellent, mother. Now I have another role for you. As you know, I am about to be betrothed to Princess Persephone of Caltrania. We will have to go through all the formal rigmarole before the wedding. After the ceremony, and when she is properly installed as my bride, I expect you to train her to my needs and ensure that she will obey my demands without question. And you can advise her of what will happen if she fails to obey." The formal betrothal of Princess Persephone to Crown Prince Alexis took place in an extravagant ceremony in the capital of Caltrania, with the pomp and ceremony deemed suitable to such an occasion. Members of the royal house of Arbretia, hand picked by Alexis flattered and fawned over him and his mother; the king looked decidedly unwell, and speculation was rife that he wouldn't make it through to the wedding. The protocol officials of both countries settled on a wedding date in six months' time, but in the meantime, King Philip passed away from a massive heart attack. There was much mourning throughout the nation, but only Carolyne and Alexis knew that the heart attack had been precipitated by a bout of unusually vigorous sex initiated by Carolyne. She told Alexis that he had "ridden her hard, spanking her as he went" in a display of rampant sexual energy that she hadn't experienced from her husband in many years. Of course, a little stimulant in his wine contributed to the eventual outcome. While he was both amused and pleased, Alexis punished his mother, demanding that she strip herself naked and then crawl across his room, begging to be punished for her part in his father's death. She received a powerful spanking, which reduced the now dowager queen to tears, but she kissed her son's feet, proclaiming her undying devotion to him and begging forgiveness for her misdeeds. Which he generously gave her. The funeral was, as Alexis had predicted, a perfect piece of theatre with Queen Carolyne dressed entirely in black, with a black veil, elegant and graceful, playing the part of the grieving widow to perfection. After the ceremony, Alexis summoned her to his quarters. ''Yes, your majesty?" "Strip slowly for me so I can see your delicious body gradually exposed. But keep the veil on." Carolyne obeyed, trembling with excitement before she stood in front of her son, naked, but with her nipples obviously engorged and evidence of moisture slowly trickling down her legs. "Now, mother, crawl across the floor and beg me to fuck you, still wearing your widow's veil." She hurried to obey, panting in her desire to be taken hard by her son, now the reigning monarch of Arbretia. "Bend over the end of the couch with your bottom pointing upwards to allow me a fast, hard entrance." Carolyne obeyed without question, her juices now flowing in her excitement. Alexis shucked his clothing quickly and was behind her in an instant. He wiped his erect member along her drooling slit causing Carolyne to gasp and sigh in anticipation of what was about to happen. She didn't have long to wait. Taking her by the hips, Alexis spread them wide, and in one smooth movement, thrust his cock into her expectant channel. Carolyne screamed, partly with surprise, partly with the pain of the sudden thrust of her son's plundering cock, and partly from the delight of being taken in such a delicious way. Alexis was highly aroused; fucking his own mother had that effect on him, and this was heightened by the totally depraved thrill of taking her immediately following her husband's funeral. His arousal meant that he neither could nor wanted to hold off his orgasm but was ecstatic over the idea of flooding his mother with his seed quickly and brutally. Somewhat to his surprise, he felt his mother's cunt start to contract and her velvety channel began to pulse and milk his cock towards his climax. As he pumped himself into her, Alexis howled in triumph which generated a loud scream from his mother when her pussy clamped around him and she shook like a tree in a gale. "Lift your veil, mother, and clean me with your sweet mouth." This she did with long, loving sweeps of her tongue, laving his cock completely clean. "Now, mother, remove that veil; I never want to see it again. Return to your room and dress in something appropriate, and then return here. You shall feed me my evening meal with your fingers, and make sure you do a good job." "Yes, your majesty. It shall be as you demand." And she left to obey his instructions. ***** Thank you to everyone who has read this far, and especial thanks for votes and comments. There are a few "hooks" in this story suggestive of at least one sequel - eventually!