There was a knock at Prince Robert's chamber door. “Prince Robert, the Queen has requested your attendance.” It was the strong voice of a Queen’s Guard, the castle's elite security force.
“Okay, okay. I'm coming.” Robert was annoyed. He had been expecting a nighttime visit from one of the scullery maids, instead of whatever nonsense his mother had planned. When he became King he'd have that guard scrubbing his boots.
If only his mother could see reason. It was time for her to pass the throne down to Robert. The kingdom had been without a strong male leader since his father died five years ago. The police force and military had shrunk. The citizenry were more outspoken and the royal family, in Robert's estimation, looked weaker and more compassionate. The nation needed the strong leadership of a King. His country had become soft. It was embarrassing.
The Queen was sitting on her bed, propped up by a mountain of pillows. She looked up as her son entered, “Have a seat over here by me, Robert. Thanks for coming honey.” The Prince scowled, It's not like he had a choice.
The room, dimly lit by candlelight, smelled of lavender and perfume. The Queen’s auburn hair fell over her shoulders framing the perfect symmetry of her royal features. Her makeup was impeccable and the Prince wondered which of his mother's many lovers she was dressed to entertain. The Queen's sexual appetites were well known among the castle gossips.
“I hope I didn't ruin your plans for this evening.” The Queen smiled. Yes, she had ruined his plans. Robert thought of the sexy young scullery maid and bit his tongue.
“Lets talk about the future. I know how eager you are to become a leader, and you know I can't be Queen forever. There needs to be a time when I step aside.”
Roberts' heart lept in his chest. This was the moment he had been waiting for. Finally, after five long years, the Queen was ready to give him his birthright. Tonight was the night he had dreamed of.
“Be a dear, Robert and rub my feet.” The Queen passed him a bottle of lotion. “The endless politics of this place wear me out. I need a bit of pampering.”
Robert noticed Queen’s well manicured toes and the deep red shade of nail polish. He dutifully massaged her delicate feet and felt a stirring inside as he inhaled the spicy scent of his mother's lotion.
“Mmmm. That feels so good, Robert.” The Queen closed her eyes, enjoying the ministrations of the Prince. As she shifted positions her elegant camisole parted revealing the Queen's generous cleavage. Prince Robert tried not to look.
“Can you rub my calves honey? It's tiresome being head of state. It's so much stress for a lady like me.” Robert rubbed the fine curve of his mother's calves. Her legs were alabaster white and soft and smooth. Robert couldn't help feeling aroused by the scent of the Queen's chamber and the sight of his mother. He looked at the wide curve of her hips as he rubbed her legs. Her eyes were shut as she lounged, and her ruby red lips wore a contented smile. As his mother dozed, Robert took in the sight of her large round breasts under the translucent lingerie. The Queen's nipples looked proud and erect. Was she finding this as arousing as he was?
“Can you rub a bit higher?” Her legs were smooth and white and impossibly sexy. He could see little glimpses of the Queen's panties beneath the camisole. She shifted again and the ball of her foot brushed the Prince's little erection. He gasped and moaned, but continued to rub the pungent lotion on his mother's legs. When he looked again at her pretty face, her eyes were open, staring at him intently. She licked her lips and he felt in awe of her beauty.
“Isn't this nice, Robert? Sharing a special time together like this?” The Queen's blue eyes softened. Robert thought about kissing her. He felt her foot rubbing against his hard cock. The smell of the lotion and the candles made him dizzy. He looked down in embarrassment. Was she judging him? Did she notice that his member was smaller than the other men who visited her bedroom?
“It's such a shame that politics have come between us, don't you think?” Her voice was sweet and sexy. “This is much better than the plotting and the scheming, don't you agree, Robert?” She was impossibly beautiful -the most desirable woman in the whole kingdom. Robert looked between her legs. The Queen's panties were red and lacy.
“We could do this again tomorrow, my Prince. We could do so much more. I'm the Queen so I make the rules. Who has the right to say that the things that happen between a Queen and her Prince are wrong?” Robert's head was spinning and he felt a little drunk, but what she said made sense to him.
“Climb up on my bed, Robert. Remove your breeches.” The prince eagerly obeyed. His erection was stiff and leaking precum.
“There's just one little thing that's in the way of a perfect arrangement, my son” The Queen leaned towards him and the Prince let her kiss him. There was something intoxicating about her lipstick. Robert leaned back to steady himself.
The Queen ran a fingernail along the underside of his cock. “There's just this one thing that causes all that nasty infighting and politicking. It's such a tiny little thing, and it's getting in the way of something better and gentler -a better kingdom for everyone, and a better life for you, my sweet son.”
The Prince swooned at her touch. He stroked the top of her thigh. Robert had never been so aroused.
The Queen picked an ominous looking tool off her bedside table. “The stable master gave me this.” The Queen turned it over in her hands. Robert’s eyes widened in shock.
She lifted the Prince's cock and slid the implement around his scrotum. Robert held his breath and watched her hands position the tool just so. “Do you know what this is, Robert?”
The Prince nodded. He had worked at the Royal Stables as part of his education and had seen geldings many times.
“Give me this one special gift, Robert.” The Queen moved his hand to her breast. Her nipple was hard with excitement. “Forget your nasty ambitions and we can share so much more.” The scent of her perfume was overwhelming. “You can be here at my bedside, attending to your Queen, being my sweet and gentle Prince, forever.” Robert didn't dare move. Every nerve ending in his engorged member pulsed with arousal. The Prince wanted to protest, to get away and save his manhood, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
“You'll be so much happier afterwards. Imagine rubbing my feet every night. You'll be the envy of thousands of men.” She parted her legs. There was a spot of moisture on the lacy panties. “This is for the best, my Son. For both of us.” He felt the pressure increasing as the Queen's grip tightened around the tool's metal handle. Robert could feel the rush of an impending orgasm. It would be his last.