I am Queen Henriette - wife to the late and great King Gustav. I pen this private record for whosoever will wear the crown after me and take her place as the wife of my dear son Alfonse. If this tome is not revealed until after my passing, then know only that I deeply regret not being able to share this in person. Fate plays a fickle, queer hand, and I must be ready for it accordingly.

Though I mourn my husband's passing every day, I must remain stoic and ready to guide our son to his ordained role as King. in that respect I have adopted a role that goes beyond our familial bounds, one that my dear Sharena has no place in either. I have opined to commit to writings the fruits of my lessons, that I may never forget the extents upon which I have taken in service of my land.

What I am to do is possibly strange or outright verboten, yet know that I act only as Askr's tradition dictates. If luck may find you, then this should only be the latest in the records of the previous queens, who also reared their sons and groomed them to be kings as well. Though such a fate eluded my husband with his own mother's tragic passing, know only that I will not let such a close tradition die off.

I write as a wife who mourns her husband, a queen who must groom the next king, a mother who dearly loves her children...and a woman who has submitted herself for the good of her throne. Detailed within are the accounts of my efforts with Alfonse, for mine, and the future queens of Askr-'s eyes alone.

==THE QUEEN'S ROYAL WISDOM==

I started things as gently as I could. A simple matter discussed with Alfonse in confidence after a certain event that will remain undocumented. Looking back, I don't quite think my son realized the scope of what tutelage with his mother would evoke. To you, the future queen, who would read into this tale, I would suggest you find one of the prior passages I detailed about rousing my son in the morning based on the space I shall give henceforth.

The following pages are filled with the same matter, with minor deviations in matters discussed or performance.

One morning I had been blessed with good fortune that would play relevant to my son's tutelage. Rather than inform of this forthright, I elected to lead by example instead. I once more entered his chamber to begin our morning rituals, but the hour of my arrival was thrice as early as usual. That gave me time to rouse him as usual, but also to compel him to go further than our boundaries had usually permitted. Yet this was not merely a matter of pleasure - I had need to test my son's limits in his duties as King.

Especially in the bedroom.

"Oooh, that's it, honey - right there!"

Alfonse heard his mother's lustful cries and doubled his pace. His cock pushed and pulled against her moist, tight pussy as the early morning light peeked through the window. The very same window that he'd gone and pinned the queen against as he worked out his morning wood courtesy of her lustful mouth and an eager invitation.

Henriette let her grandchildren gargle out of her open mouth and down onto her large breasts. The glass kept then pinned in place while her son worked out the rest of his sexual desires on her. His desire was fueled by her lacy black smallclothes, including a pair of garters and stockings that were usually absent from her early morning romps.

More than that though was just how long they'd been going now. Long enough for her shapely body to leave imprints on the glass as sweat flew from her gooseflesh-laden body. In fact, it was only just now that she would usually begin her ritual to rouse her son. There was clearly a certain boon to her wicked scheme to start her morning blowjob even earlier today. More time for fun.

And what fun she got to have.

"M-Motherrrr."

Alfonse groped his mother's hips as he shoved her body against the window. The view of the gardens outside was mercifully obstructed by a misty morning that concealed him and the Queen's lascivious affair from the guards below. Hopefully, her bosom and tongue wouldn't leave a noticeable mark. Especially in her son's bedroom of all places.

But such matters were far from the royal MILF's mind. Her only focus and desire was to slam her shapely hips back and forth against her son's studly scepter as it split her pussy in twain. Each thrust sent a gasp from her lips and sweat off her body. A testament to the vigors of passion that had overtaken them both. "A-Alfonsh...h-hurry up," she panted and gargled jizz.

Her son heard her slurred words and swiftly obeyed the Queen's royal request. He clutched her hips and sped up until the cum on her breasts was smeared against the glass. Her toes curled in her stockings as the garter straps dug into her motherly thighs. She tried to look back with her cheek on the window and offered her son a loving smile. "T-Thank ooooou hahnii~"

Her slurred appraisal made his cock stir in her velvet loins. Already the sweet juices from his mother's arousal made it alarmingly easy to pump in and out of her royal loins. But with the added lubrication that came from his increased pace, he found himself running winded. Something that even the sex-addled Queen seemed to notice.

"H-Honey?" she panted as she turned back to face him. Concern was clear in her eye while the other remained shut from the exertion. She took one long, thorough look at her exhausted son before she reached back and grasped his palm with her hand. "Oh Alfonse...you shouldn't press yourself so hard," she softly pleaded.

The prince bristled at her tone. Not the lustful queen that had commanded him, but the gentle mother that consoled him. Against his own wishes, his body slowed against hers until he'd set a tepid stroke in and out of her snatch. Once given the chance to collect his breath he tried to speak out for his own case. "Bu-But mother-"

"No buts - if you cannot handle this burden just yet, you need only tell me," she shook her head and told him. Henriette turned back to face Alfonse without care of her disheveled state. She showed no heed to the bra that dangled under her massive breasts, nor the erect nipples that had scraped against the glass. She didn't even care about the puddle of cum that had settled in her cleavage and been smeared in as she was pressed by the window. Instead, she merely reached back and gently pushed the disparate locks from his face. "I am your teacher, yes...but I'm also your mother, you know," she reminded him.

His eyes glanced up and were nearly blinded the sun that crept through the window made her sweaty skin glow. Yet brighter still was the proud smile that graced her lips. "So don't worry about trying to impress me - just relax and let your mother's aid guide you, my lord-son~" she purred.

With such a tone, he couldn't help but comply. The Queen felt him throb in her loins as she shifted back against the glass once more. Her arm perched overhead as her other hand went flat against the glass to brace herself. "Let's go together honey - at whatever pace you need," the Queen decreed.

Alfonse nodded as he clutched her hips once again. His fingers pressed her garter straps into her thighs before he slowly pushed her body off his cock. Once the tip remained in her pussy, he pulled her back until her thighs clapped against his. He repeated this process, with no change in speed as he instead sought to please his mother through long, thorough strokes.

"Ooooh, honey," Henriette cooed and arched back. Her plush rear squirmed against her son's lap as she let him set the pace he wanted. It was far slower than before, but the sheer depth he dragged her along was enough to make her lustfully pant again. "Y-Yes Alfonse - just like that."

Mother and son enjoyed this tender taboo until long after the sun had risen over the castle's walls. The morning mist slowly dissipated and exposed more of her realm's crown jewel. And with that came the pride of Askr's sword and shields - her loyal knights and guards who stood vigil over the castle boundaries.

Henriette bit her lip before a throaty moan would escape her mouth. It was becoming more and more of a risk to engage in such antics. With the sun's rise and the mist's departure, that meant that the guards along the outer walls, or even the patrols from the skies, would be able to see the queen being sexually accosted against her own son's window. It wouldn't take long or much to put the rest together.

Yet fortune smiled on her as her son's pace suddenly picked up. The Queen's eye darted back in concern at his sudden shift. Yet before she could coax him back from his limits a sudden and abrupt thrust actually pushed her against the windowsill. Right in line for her erect clitoris to graze the cold metal rim.

"O-Ooh." she squeaked in shock. Her body's reaction was far more impactful as her already-tight velvet pussy locked down on her son's invasive rod. He tried to thrust in and out again but the friction swiftly pushed him past his own limits. "M-Mother!"

Henriette's eyes rolled up as a subdued scream made the cum gargle in her mouth. Her nails curled against the glass until she'd left streaks on the condensated windows. Her right hand blindly fumbled as she struggled to draw, of all things, a heart with her finger. Something so childish and innocent to exacerbate this debaucherous, incestuous romp.

Her lord-son pumped a copious morning load into his mother's womb, just as his first load had filled her belly. His hips still twitched and spasmed as the last of his seed flung into her stuffed garden. The rest managed to drizzle down between her walls and his shaft until it leaked from her plugged pussy lips. He pulled out as she slumped forward against the window.

"Haaaah...s-soo full~" Henriette mewled as she slumped down to the floor. The mess from her crotch and her cleavage left rather disturbing streaks that the lustful queen elected to ignore. Instead, she remained on her knees engulfed in a world of orgasmic bliss, with drool and cum still leaking from her lips.

"Gods, its already so late," Alfonse mumbled to himself as he struggled with his leggings. He glanced at his mother and how she was still prone on the floor. The prince stepped over to her with concern on his face. "Mother...the meeting?" he gently reminded her as he coaxed her to her feet.

"Hmm?" she blinked away her blissful orgasm as he gave her room to breathe. Her hand blindly groped against the glass until she scooped up a good wad of her grandchildren between her fingers. Realization came to her as her eyes widened. "Oh, did I not tell you?"

Alfonse blinked in confusion. A sight that must've titillated the queen so as she brought her sticky hand to her now-curled lips. One by one she plopped a finger in her mouth to suckle her son's salty seed. She stepped forward with a sway in her hips until she was right before her squirmy son. With casual, predatory ease, she coaxed his still-hard cock against the brim of his leggings. "M-Mother?"

"The meeting has been postponed. You have all the day to yourself...as do I," she cooed as her hand wrapped around his shaft. "It's time for your next lesson, my dear son - how long can you fuck your mother~"

Alfonse's performance didn't fail to impress, though perhaps I overestimated him based on hearsay and rumor. I shouldn't have pushed him as hard, and it's quite fortunate that he had some of those potents that the Order of Heroes employs. Such tinctures are not often privy outside the palace, but with the effects in display, I feel it may become necessary to increase its range of use.

I pen this part in a brief respite as my Son bathes himself before we began anew. The postponement of the royal council meeting has proven a grand boon, and I have been able to appraise my son's performance as King in a manner that sates my…

…

-In a manner that will give me a chance to refine his flaws. I hear him readying himself in the washroom, so I will set this journal aside for now. Fate will dictate when I have the strength to resume my writings.

"Ngh. G-Go faster, my prince," Henriette smiled through her wince. Her hips rolled and crashed against Alfonse's crotch as he bucked back and forth behind her. She pushed her palms into the sheets for much-needed support as her son fucked his mother on the bed.

His bed.

The wind tapped against the windows as a cool Askr night stole into the sparsely illuminated room. The candles, now low, cast such tantalizing shadows against the walls. Visages of the widowed Queen as she was taken by her own child in a ritual meant for lovers, not family. Such boundaries were far behind them - farther back than the meaningless drivels of day that had compelled such a verboten union.

"M-Mother it feels so good," He grunted as he squeezed her hips for support. The steady, rhythmic clap of his mother's rump against his lap made the young noble's ear twitch. He peeked over her shoulder and relished the sight of her heavenly bosom as it rose and fell with every thrust. The queen's lascivious, husky moans spurned her incestuous lover to greater and greater heights.

"Oooh, Alfonse - You're insatiable, my prince~" she cooed back. Henriette's fingers dug into his sheets as she fought back the urge to pant like a bitch in heat. Her mind, usually keen and sharp, was mere puddles of mush as she allowed the next heir of Askr to take her so vigorously.

Slowly, Alfonse leaned forward until his pants rattled her ear. Her disheveled bangs swayed to and fro as the threats of euphoria built in her stuffed, boiling core. She felt his hands shift around until he cupped her rump and massaged her thigh. The contrast as his fingers danced over her stockings to her bare leg made the Queen shiver in bliss. She was so caught up in her own pleasure she nearly missed her son's labored pants as he muttered in her ear.

"Mother...who's crown do you wear?"

Henriette blinked in confusion. Her addled brain tried to process this statement even as her hips swung back and forth along her son's long, thick cock. The slight distinctions of size from her prior partner meant nothing as the widowed mother did her best to fulfill her duty. Not as Queen. Not as Mother. Not as a Mentor.

"I am...I am your royal whore, my prince," she purred out as she finally realized what crown she'd adopted. The role she'd elected upon herself this night, far from the duties of a lonely throne. Her hand shifted up and back to wrap over the Prince's nape as she crooned out more. "I am the royal whore of Askr - she who will straddle the throne to my King's whim and desire."

Alfonse shuddered, both from bliss and from guilt. Bliss at the way his lovely mother so easily cooed out her words, but guilt at the crass title she'd deigned to assign herself. His own misgivings were lost, however, as he felt his own mother's pussy tighten around his cock.

"Whatever you may desire, whenever you may wish it - I will be here to offer myself unto you, my liege," Henriette recited as a smile curled on her lips. Her nails dug into the sheets and his nape as she let him slowly take more and more charge over their incestuous liaison. "Tell me - what do you desire of me?"

"I...I…" Alfonse bit his lip. He struggled with this part, if only because it was so hard to see the kind and loving Henriette in such a light. She may have exposed him to the crowns beyond her motherhood, but that last, most sordid and sinful one still loomed over him.

"My prince?" Henriette slowed down and turned back to him. From the carnal clouds that had constricted her eyes shined something more warm and familiar. Concern.

The Prince girded himself. He pushed his hips as deep into her loins as he could before he abruptly stopped. The Queen bounced in his grasp ever so slightly before she too ceased her motions. He looked at her - in her state of dishevelment and sin, and finally spoke with a voice both soft...yet clear.

"Call me...Call me your son."

Henriette blinked before her eyes flew wide. The rose on her cheeks deepened in the dim lights. She cast her gaze away as her own doubts started to well up. "I...Whatever is-"

Do as I have bid, Mother," he tersely declared. He punctuated his decree with a single, abrupt thrust out and back.

CLAP

"Oh!"

The Queen's gasp echoed in his quiet chambers. Her hair slumped down and covered her eyes. She said nothing to him for what felt like an eternity. Yet finally she stirred again as her hips slowly undulated against his crotch. "Ooooh my son - my loving, lustful son."

Henriette's head tipped up and exposed the lust in her eyes and the fringes of drool on her lips. Her fingers squeezed the back of his neck as she slowly pumped herself back into tempo against him. "Whatever you wish my wonderful son~"

Alfonse leaned forward and took her lips. The Queen blinked before her eyes drew shut as she joined the engagement. The incestuous duel of tongues and the union of hips flickered in and out of the dim lights as the moon peeked in.

"That's it Alfonse - fuck your mother. Fuck me into your own bed until I am yours in whole," she panted back. The words, both slurred and broken, resonated in the Prince's ears as she babbled on and on. "Take from me my holes- my mouth, my pussy, my ass. All of them are yours!"

"I will be here for you, whenever you please," she stressed.

"Where...morning?" he growled as his pace pitched higher and higher.

"I shall be here with my lips sealed around your magnificent cock!" She grunted back.

"Office?" he asked.

"Bent over your desk, as you please!" she cried out. The thunderous claps rattled her already-addled mind as drool poured down her chin. Her breasts clapped and crashed as she struggled to stay up on one arm as her other hand squeezed his nape.

Her nails dug in and made him wince as he persisted on. Slowly, his hand shifted up her thigh and around her butt till he had a palm pressed against her back. "T-Tomorow night?" he snarled.

"EVERY NIGHT! TAKE ME ALFONSE - TAKE YOUR SLUTTY, NAUGHTY MOTHER!"

Whomf!

"OOOOH!"

Alfonse pushed his mother down and began to drill her sopping wet snatch. Her broken words passed into utter gibberish as she accepted his royal rule against her mature, seasoned body. The Queen's breasts were smashed into his bed along with her cheek. Loud, thunderous claps of incestuous sin rattled the very walls for what well could've been hours.

Not that she noticed.

Henriette's cheek rubbed against the sheets as more and more of her drool pooled out of her open maw. Her tongue lazily flicked and twitched as her son's vigor rattled her whole. The last light flickered out over her upturned eye as she heard Alfonse's final roar before he pumped her full of her own grandchildren for the first time that evening.

Only the first of many to come.

I may have trouble on my hands.

Alfonse has more potential than I anticipated, and what he lacks in experience, he compensates with physical and educational acclimation. I fear I will be unable to assume my normal duties as Queen unless I can buy the silence of a medically-proficient healer. Perhaps one of the Heroes could be coaxed into compliance?

Or perhaps I should consider the other potential this matter could offer - to scope out prospective queens to take their place at my son's throne.

I know that there are quite a few of the Realm's native princesses that boast healing ability. Princess Veronica's aged form has great potential of course, and if nothing else it could prove insightful to see what her thoughts are on Askr with the boon of aged experience. Although, there are also the princesses of Muspell and Nifl, who have taken up healing as part of festivities. Princess Fjorm herself looks quite adorable as a bride, though perhaps I must consider that her heart could belong to the summoner instead. And sadly I know very little of what Princess Laevetain could offer as far as compatibility with Alfonse.

How vexing.

Still, I will not be deterred. I have chosen this path, and my son has accepted. No longer can we simply remain as family - we are, in effect, lovers now. Though my heart yearns for my dear Gustav, I know that he rests well and is free of Hel's thrall. He is beyond my reach now, and even the chance of the Branch's unwinding to draw forth a Hero of him would not bring him back to me. For now, I shall remain at my children's side - to act as the mentor they need for the path's they have chosen.

To you, the future Queen of Askr, I beg only your patience. One day my son will be ready for you. Of this, Queen Henrietta of Ask swears.