The Queen's Son

“You’re… very beautiful,” Prince Simon stammered.



“If you say so,” said his mother, Queen Annie, trying to sound nonchalant. The truth was, Queen Annie was nearly 40, her figure a little softened around the edges. She hadn’t been called “beautiful” in years, certainly not by Simon’s father. His attention had long since strayed, hungering for younger members of his harem.



“You really are. Father’s a fool to have ignored you for so long,” said Simon.



“Don’t talk like that too loudly,” Annie teased. “You know, intact men aren’t even supposed to be allowed in here, not even you. It would create quite a scandal if you and I were caught in a… compromising position.”



Simon blushed and nervously giggled. Of course, Annie didn’t fear scandals, they were great entertainment to her. Any inconvenience caused would be worth it just to see the look on the King’s face - to see how upset he’d be when he found out what had been going on right under his nose.



Annie stroked Simon’s face, and she recognized all too well that worshipful look of lust and admiration on his face. The fact that Simon was her own son was just an extra turn on for Annie. Seducing him would be so easy. She would love the company, but… seducing him did have one real risk.



What if, by sleeping with her, Simon’s confidence grew? Maybe he’d start to fancy some of the other harem girls too? Some his own age? Like father, like son? Annie could abide a scandal, but she couldn’t abide being rejected.



What she really wanted from Simon was for him to stay just as he was. As the utterly devoted son, completely mesmerized by his mother’s beauty, completely dedicated to serving her… with no risk of him ever straying…



Of course, she realized. The solution was obvious



“We’ll have a little rule to keep things from getting out of hand between us,” said Annie. “If you get an erection - we’ll have to get you fixed.”



“Fixed?” Simon asked, his voice cracking.



“You know, like my attendants,” she said, winking a little. Annie lifted her thigh thigh, causing her little skirt to part, and for him to get a glance at her vagina, which was unshaved.



A little bugle formed in Simon’s pants.



“Uh oh, Simon, not doing well,” she said, pointing it out.



“Sorry,” Simon said, desperately trying to cross his legs. 



“Was seeing where you came from that exciting, or did you actually want to get fixed?” Annie said with a little laugh. “Come here, Simon,” she said, beckoning him forward.



“Want to sit on my lap?” she offered. He practically hopped up onto her. Annie slowly undid her top, letting one of her large, slightly sagging breasts flop down, brushing against his lips.



“Is this as good as you remember?” she said, guiding his mouth towards her breast. He started to suckle. “Don’t worry, Simon,” she said, as she saw the erection grow firmer. “It won’t hurt a bit. I’ll make sure it’s nice and gentle. You can be my attendant - spend all day with me, every day. Would you like that?”



Simon nodded, and her nipple slipped out of his mouth with a wet, popping sound. Simon’s heart was racing a mile a minute, his cock was throbbing.



“I’ll wait for that to go down a bit, just to make sure,” said Annie, slowly rocking him back and forth.



It took nearly 10 minutes, but finally, his erection subsided. 



“Now,” she said, leaning over him, pressing her lips against his ear. “Would you like Mommy to fix you? Would you like her to snip these off?” she asked, reaching down into his pants, into his underwear, and gently cupping his balls.



Immediately, Simon’s cock swelled. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life.



“That’s what I thought,” said Annie. She rubbed the head of his cock with her thumb, precum acting as a lubricant. It only took a few seconds for him to explode in his mother’s hands. “I’m glad I got to give you one last treat,” she said.



A few moments later, she was pulling those cum-stained pants off of him, then hiking down his underwear. She had a few herbs nearby to help deaden the pain, and in just a few minutes, her son’s balls were lying in a little dish next to her throne.



“You were so brave, my beautiful boy,” she said, stroking his face. “I know just the thing to celebrate our new life together.” 



She pressed him down to a kneeling pose, spread her legs from him, and then lifted his head into his mother’s vagina. He slowly started lapping, and Annie sat back in her throne chair. She affectionately stroked his hair with one hand, and with the other, she played with her son’s severed balls like they were little stress toys.

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