My Mother, My Queen

A/N - this story contains incestuous themes, it is purely fiction. If this offends you, please do not read.

This story is my first and a submission for the Valentine's Day Story Contest 2023, please vote and comment.

Title - My Mother, My Queen

The future was looking bleak.

James Norton III had just turned 18th today. It was supposed to be a day of celebration and positivity but everytime someone came to congratulate him, he kept on getting more depressed.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the party taking place, everything had been planned down to the last detail and was of the highest standards. It was the fact that as a prince there were a lot of expectations for the newly turned adult James Norton III. Now that he was 18th, his people expected him to start finding an appropriate lady to settle down with. Someone who will eventually help him lead this great nation of Cleves.

It was this expectation that made him depressed. Especially since the woman he wanted to marry was completely forbidden to him. He knew whenever he married, it would be a marriage of convenience, just like his parents' marriage. A depressing thought for a romantic like himself.

Additionally, his father, the King - Henry Norton who was not too old, but was very sickly, there was even more pressure for him to find a wife so that when James became King, he would already have a Queen to lead by his side. And while he did not like seeing his father sick and in pain, he was in no hurry to join all the other nobles who looked for pleasure outside the marriage bed.

I should just get out of here and get to bed. James thought, I'm really not fit company for a party.

As he made his way towards his parents, he couldn't help but notice his father, the King looking paler than usual, while his mother, the Queen was looking as radiant as ever. Where King Henry who at the young age of 53 looked old and withered due to years of a life of excess, Queen Zenobia, 15 years her husband's junior, looked healthy and youthful. He'd always admired his mother's sunny yet regal disposition.

The woman could light up a room and freeze you to a spot with just a glance. James always wondered if his romantic inclinations came from his mother, because his father did not have a single romantic bone in his body. Through the course of his life, James had seen his father with multiple mistresses, sometimes more than one at the same time. His father, like others before him, had only married for the sake of the throne, James knew there was no love between his parents.

Queen Zenobia smiled at her son, as he bowed in front of his parents and then came forward to kiss her cheek.

"Are you having a good time, dear?" she asked.

"I am, but I'm quite tired now, so I shall call it a night" she was surprised to hear this. Her husband, when young, had been the life of the party always.

"Already? This party is in your honour. Was it not to your liking?"

"No, of course it is. I'm just tired and want to go to sleep, that's all."

"Oh well, if you're sure."

"Yes, thank you for arranging this. Everything was perfect"

" Please come see tomorrow I have something to discuss with you" she said

"As you wish, mother" James kissed her one more time, bowed to his father and made his way to his room.

As he got to his room, he dismissed his valet, he was in no mood to suffer the lengthy night time routine. Misery loves company but there was no one who would understand him so he would rather just be alone - just him and his thoughts.

Lying in bed he tried to resign himself to the future. All this time he kept hoping that being in love with the most unattainable woman in the world was just a bad dream. He would wake up and no longer be obsessed with the one woman he could not have, instead he would fall in love with a suitable woman, and they would have a loving marriage and life together.

He was sure tomorrow his mother would have a list of prospective brides ready for him to get to know. As he thought of seeing his mother tomorrow morning, he could not help but think about how soft her cheek had been when he kissed her today. He hoped she had not noticed how he'd lingered the second time he'd pressed his lips to her smooth skin.

Soon thoughts of his mother enveloped him and even though he knew he should not, his hand reached in his pajamas and rubbed along his hardening dick. As the precum started to leak from his dick, he got hard and earnestly started to jerk himself off, using the precum as lubrication. Imagining instead of his hand, his mother's warm pussy, he tightened his grip and ardently fucked his own hand, panting for breath, his mother's name the only thing on this lips as he raced towards the end.

So consumed was he in his fantasy, he did not even care he was getting his clothes dirty, or that anyone passing by the door might hear him moaning for the Queen, he came all over himself.

"..mother..oh..oh god" he gasped. Wiping his hand on the pajama shirt which now already had multiple blobs of cum down the front, he realized he would have to change his clothes, there was no way he could go to sleep in these wet clothes.

** ** ** ** **

"My lord" urgent shaking pulled James from his sleep.

"My lord, please wake up" was the sound of his valet, Green, he realised as he became conscious.

"Green, my god, man stop shaking me. What is it?"

"It's his Majesty" those ominous words were enough to completely wake James.

He immediately got out of bed, and started pulling on his robe.

"Is he..." James tried to ask, but he could not bring himself to finish the question.

"The doctor has been called, but according to him it does not look like His Majesty will make it through the night. His Majesty has called for you."

With dread settling in his gut, James made his way to his father's chambers. Upon entering the room, he saw his mother already there, the tears running down her face the only indication of her grief on an otherwise stoic face.

"Father!"

"James" Henry wheezed, reaching out to grab his son's hand.

"It's okay, you will be okay"

"No...it looks like this is it"

James wanted to assure his father he would be ok,that the King was too young to die, but before he could say anything Henry interrupted him, telling him to listen carefully.

"You will be king now. It is a lot of responsibility and at such a young age too, but I know you are strong. With a strong Queen at your side, you will be a great King" He gasped for breath.

James could tell it was getting difficult for his father to speak. He wanted to tell his father to save his breath, but the King continued

"I know you will do good. I ask that in addition to taking care of this country, you also take care of your mother." upon hearing herself being referred to, his mother gasped, another crack in her armor.

As King Henry reached out for her hand, she grasped it firmly and came to sit on Henry's bedside.

"I haven't been a good husband, too different, too selfish, but you are a strong Queen. I could always depend on you" he told Zenobia.

Bringing all their hands together, he turned back to his son, "Promise me you will take care of her, make sure she does not lack for anything"

When no promise came from his son, Henry gave the joined hand a shake and gasped, "Promise!"

"Yes of course. I will" James promised.

"Good. I can rest in peace now" he murmured "Thank you"

They sat in silence, keeping Henry company in his last moments, James realized that while he and his father may not have shared a close relationship, he did love the man who had sired him.

With Henry's breaths silenced, both mother and son closed their eyes in a moment of silence and finally James pronounced his Father dead.

"Prepare for the funeral, the King has passed" he told the staff in the room.

** ** ** ** **

After a month of mourning, it was time for James' coronation. Life seemed to be moving on, the country needed a new King, and all James wanted was for time to stop still. He was anxious, and moving into the King's chambers did absolutely nothing to ease his nerves.

As he sat on the bed, holding his head in his hands, he heard the door open quietly, but he had no energy to pick his head up. Let the servants see what they see...

All of a sudden, soft fingers ran through his hair lightly and he realized it was his mother who had entered the room.

"Are you okay, my dear?"

Instead of answering her, James simply moved his hands from his head and around his mother's waist. Holding onto her tightly, and breathing in her sensuous scent.

"It will be okay. You will do great, this is what you were born to do"

"What if I am a failure as King?" he asked.

"You won't be." she replied with complete certainty.

"How can you be so sure? What if I make wrong decisions?"

"The King is never wrong James. You decide what is right and wrong" she said.

Finally he picked up his head, and looked her in the eyes, "I decide what is right and wrong?"

"Yes. Today everyone will bow down to you. They will bend to your will, what you say will be the law. Because YOU are the King."

He stared at her, not saying anything. Trying to understand what she was saying. I am going to be the King. My word is law.

"Now come on, let green get you dressed". She pecked him on the corner of his mouth and caressed his face adoringly. He let her go as she took a step back.

"There isn't much time left till the ceremony, I'll send Green in" she said and walked out of the room.

His mother's words had given him hope, he wasn't as afraid of the unknown future anymore as he had been. And with a new outlook for the future, he got ready for the ceremony.

** ** ** ** **

As the King, James was kept very busy with all the new responsibilities. Being a King is exhausting, he thought to himself as he retired to his chambers and immediately stopped in his tracks at the sight of his mother sitting on the bed.

"Mother, I wasn't expecting you. How are you?"

"I am fine, thank you. I figure since you won't make time to visit me, I shall visit you instead."

"I'm sorry, I meant to visit you. I've just been very busy." While it was true he had been extremely busy recently, not visiting his mother was a purely conscious decision. Lusting after your mother tended to make you want to avoid her he thought to himself.

"Yes I see that." she said clearly not happy about this. "You are working yourself too hard, dear. There's no reason for you to work at this excruciating pace"

"There's things I want to get done."

"What could possibly be this urgent?"

"Forget that, mother. Why don't you tell me about your day?" steering her away from the topic, he came and sat down beside her.

He could tell how happy she was at his question as she practically glowed.

"Oh you know, I don't have much to do these days. But today I finally got rid of the dreaded black. Look! I can finally wear lighter colors" she motioned to her lilac dress.

"Yes, it looks very beautiful on you"

"Oh thank you" she blushed. "It's just that I absolutely hate black. It does me no favors"

"That's not true. You look stunning in everything. Even black"

"Oh you! It's sweet of you to say, but that is a lie"

James frowned, and gently turned her face so she could see the truth in his eyes when he said, "it's not a lie. You are gorgeous. You take my breath away with your beauty"

She searched his eyes, trying to determine the truth and she must have found it as her face turned scarlet.

Realizing the intimacy of their position, she tried to move out of his hold, but James kept her in place.

Now that they were here, he did not want to let her go. Did not want to break this moment between them. So slowly he leaned in and lightly kissed her. She must have been in shock since she did not react at all. Taking advantage of the moment, he pressed closer and firmly kissed her.

Finally she reacted and tried to pull back, but James kept on advancing and kissing her. She tried to push him with her hands, but it was futile.

"James- what are you doing?" she was able to get out as she turned her face away from him.

"Kissing you" was his simple answer and started kissing her anywhere he could reach; her face, her neck.

"That -" she struggled, "this is wrong, you cannot do this."

Finally he stopped to look her in the eyes, and said "Sure I can. I have fantasized about this moment since I knew what it was to desire someone. I love you"

"You are confusing love. You cannot desire me. This is wrong"

"I can and I do. There is nothing wrong here."

"Nothing? I am your mother" she reminded him.

"Yes I know you are my mother," he said. "But I am King. I decide what is right and wrong."

Zenobia stared at her son speechless as he continued "I have decided this is not wrong, and in a matter of days it will no longer be an issue."

"What-" she tried to ask, to stay focused but James had gone back to kissing her and as he sucked her ear lobe in his mouth, she realized he was really quite good at this.

"Don't worry" he told her, "I will make you happy so give up and be mine"

He pushed her back on the bed and kissed her passionately, tracing her lips with his tongue and forcing them apart, not giving her a chance to do anything but submit.

Slowly James brought up one hand to massage her breast through her dress, and despite the wrongness of the situation, Zenobia couldn't help but get excited.

When he felt her become pliant, he raised slightly to undo her dress. With each little bit of skin that came to light, he felt his desire increase.

As she realized her breasts were out in the open, Zenobia raised her hands and tried to cover them, only for her son to grab her hands and pin them above her head. She turned her face away and closed her eyes tightly.

"Are you embarrassed?" he asked, to which Zenobia nodded her head "yes" in response.

"You dont need to be, you look beautiful"

But all Zenobia could think about was how her body was no longer as firm as it used to be. Her breasts were no longer buoyant but sagging due to breastfeeding, and her body which had marks from her pregnancy, and even her womanhood was loose. James would soon realize she was not what he had fantasized about and let her go.

She could not have been more wrong.

Her supple breasts were a thing of wonder and James was fascinated with every inch of her body. His cock was about to burst out of his pants just looking at her. He reached out and cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples before bending down and sucking one of the delicate nubs in his mouth. The warm wet heat of his mouth was so good that Zenobia arched off the bed and pushed more of her breast into his mouth. Which he eagerly sucked into his mouth. Switching his attention to the other breast, he made sure to give both equal amounts of love; sucking, biting and squeezing. All the while, Zenobia could do nothing but moan out her pleasure, feeling her womanhood become wet.

Squeezing both breasts together, James sucked both the nipples into his mouth so hard that the shock of the action and the suction made Zenobia cum with a scream "Ahhh..."

She let the pleasure take over as James continued to suck her. Finally he let her nipples go with a "pop" and gave her a sweet kiss as she came back down.

"That was amazing" he said, "I didn't know you could cum from just your nipples"

"I didn't either" she panted, which only made him smile and say "Good"

While Zenobia lay on the bed, the aftershocks of the orgasm still running through her, James got to work getting rid of her dress fully and undressing himself. As he stepped back to the bed she was shocked at the size of his manhood. Not only was it long and thick, but to her eyes, it was very dangerous looking. Like it could really do some damage. As someone who hadn't felt the touch of a man in years - decades really, when Henry had decided a spare was no longer needed and stopped visiting her bed - she was very worried what would happen to her.

As she tried to scoot back and away from the approaching threat, James smirked, and caught the foot, stopping her from retreating any further.

"James," she pleaded "this is not a good idea, that thing will never fit"

"Oh , it'll fit mother. I know you can take it"

He got back on the bed, kissing her to take her mind of the size of his cock and to focus on the sensations.

As she started kissing him back, licking and sucking his tongue into her mouth, he slowly moved his hand down her body, tracing the slight curve of her belly, and through the little hair that hid her pussy, he palmed her mound before dipping his finger inside.

The feeling of his finger inside her moist slit made her quiver with desire, and as he grinded his palm on her clit, Zenobia became wetter and wetter. She was practically leaking. My goodness, it has been so long, she thought. As James pulled back, she finally dared to look at him. He was flushed with excitement.

"Mother...I cannot wait any longer," he told her. She didn't say anything in reply, but if she was being honest with herself neither could she. The arching of her hips, the only indication of her consent.

James grabbed his hard cock and slowly pushed inside. The tight, wet heat of her pussy felt so good, he was afraid he was going to cum just from entering her. It took all his will power to not do so. He would not waste this opportunity by spilling too quickly.

"oh ... James" she moaned openly, too deep in pleasure to care anymore. "You feel- you feel So good, darling"

"You feel good too, mother" he panted, "Your tiny little pussy is amazing!"

His crude words only made her more aroused and she squeezed down harder on his cock. Trying to hold him in every time he retreated, and wrapped her slender legs around his hips.

Her voluptuous breasts bounced with each thrust, the hard nipples were like a beacon, calling him to pinch and twist the stiff nubs.

Zenobia shrieked with pleasure, she'd never known how wonderfully sensitive her nipples were and urged her son "harder!"

Not quite sure whether she meant to thrust harder inside her or to pinch her nipples harder, James grabbed both her nipples and pulled. Almost pulling her up off the bed and immediately felt a rush of wetness around his cock. She likes it rough, he realized, thrusting harder, losing any finesse he had had.

Mother and son, both feverishly rushing towards the climax, no artfulness to their movements. They kissed with tongues and teeth, their bodies covered in sweat and saliva, but even in his race to the finish line, James wished to make Zenobia cum first.

He reached one hand between their bodies and firmly rubbed her clit. "Cum for me, mother" he whispered in her ear, "cum and squeeze my cock".

And with a solid pinch to her clit, Zenobia came with a scream that was probably heard in the far corners of the palace.

The walls of her pussy milking his cock, James could hold on no more and with a few fumbling last thrusts, came inside his mother. Panting to catch their breaths, they lay in each others' arms, until his flaccid cock withdrew from her pussy, James rolled onto his back and pulled his mother into his arms.

"That was better, even better than all my imaginations combined" he told her, "you are perfect".

"Oh James, we should not have done this," she lamented.

"Enough!" he declared, his tone unyielding. Zenobia had never heard him speak this way and looked at her son, surprised.

"You said so, yourself 'I decide what is right and wrong' and I have decided this is not wrong. How could it be, when I love you so much?" he told her, "I will not have you regret this. I will always love you"