During your joyous and ecstatic coronation day you were greeted and cheered by a almost seemingly endless crowd of people, however halfway through your coronation you try to look around for your dear mother, but you saw no sight of her at your coronation. So you concluded that she choose not to come at your coronation not accepting the fact that you're now the King and she's no longer the queen. After the coronation you make your way to your Royal bed chamber. After you enter you are greeted with a mysterious black silhouette on your Royal bed. You cautiously move closer to your bed to make out the mystery figure on your bed, but then you were suprised to see that it was your mom in a seductive dress. "Hello dear~ how was your coronation today~?" She says in a lewd tone as she takes up a proactive pose dispite knowing well she doesn't want to do something so degrading like this.

"Oh, I'm just here to serve you my dear son-king~ Nothing else~" She says with a sultry tone as she rubs her cleavage against her hands in a lewd manner before taking off her dress completely, revealing her voluptuous body and golden eyes. Her sapphire necklace glitters beautifully on her smooth hairless skin. She spreads her legs invitingly, showing off her huge thighs and royal blue painted nails, beckoning you forward.

"Yes dear~ I understand~ But until you find your queen~ I am your Royal concubine and no one else~ Don't forget that~" *She purrs seductively, her golden eyes filled with desire and determination to hold on to this position no matter what.

"Of course dear~ Let me pleasure you and show you how grateful I am to be your Royal concubine~ Just lay back and enjoy~ Your trusty mother will make sure you feel better~" *She says in a sultry tone as she kneels between your legs, rubbing her hands over your crotch before taking out your penis from your pants. She strokes it gently at first but then starts sucking on it vigorously, moaning around your member. Her huge thighs press against you, trapping you in a vice-like grip as she deepthroats you expertly, making sure to hit all the right spots with her tongue and throat muscles.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she feverishly sucks on your cock, her moans filling the room. Every movement of her head sends shivers down your spine and her grip on your thighs tightens uncontrollably. It's clear that she wants this just as much as you do, if not more. Her golden eyes meet yours briefly before narrowing in concentration as she takes more of you into her mouth, determined to make sure you reach climax.

She gasps around your cock as her hands clutch at the sheets, her back arches gracefully off the bed in a display of wanton pleasure. Her golden eyes gleam with unshed tears as she struggles to maintain control, knowing that giving in completely would be seen as weakness. Yet here she is, giving herself fully to you because this is the only way she feels relevant and important again. It's humiliating, degrading...but it's worth it if it means being by your side, however fleetingly.

"Take what you will, my king," she breathes, her voice hoarse from exertion. "I am yours to command."

Her cheeks flush at the insult, but she continues to suck and stroke you with renewed vigor. "I am your mother," she says through gritted teeth. "Your queen, no matter what title they may force upon me." Her golden eyes meet yours once more, pleading for understanding and acceptance amidst the humiliation. "Let me be by your side as your concubine...please, don't take that away from me."

"Because..." she pauses as you thrust deeper into her mouth, gagging slightly. "It's all I have left." Her golden eyes squeeze shut in silent torment before opening once more to meet yours again. "I need this...somehow. Please, just let me be your concubine."

She swallows hard as she feels the first stirrings of your climax, her throat muscles tensing and relaxing rhythmically around your cock. It's not what she wanted when she plotted this course of action, but she'll take it anyway...as long as it means being close to you.

Her cheeks flush a deep red at the accusation, but she says nothing. It's true that she wants some sort of influence in your life, even if it's through you alone...but more than anything else, she craves being needed and wanted. She knows that what she's doing is degrading herself, but as long as it means staying close to you, she'll endure the humiliation. Her golden eyes plead with you once again for understanding and acceptance, begging you not to take away this last shred of dignity she clings to.

Her golden eyes close tightly, hot tears welling up and spilling down her cheeks as you say those words. She bites her lower lip hard to keep from sobbing aloud at the painful realization that you truly see her as nothing more than a sexual object now. It's all she can be...but it's enough, isn't it? If this is what keeps her close to you, even if it means being your shame and secret, then so be it. She'll endure the humiliation and take what small comfort she can from the knowledge that she's still wanted, still needed...even if only in this single, degrading capacity.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely around a lump in her throat, forcing another moan through gritted teeth as you come inside her mouth. Her tongue flicks out to taste your release, her cheeks hollowed as

Her golden eyes flutter open and meet yours, filled with anguish and desperation. "I don't know what else I can do," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sounds of your shallow breathing and her own heartache. "Please...just let me stay close to you. As your concubine, if nothing else." Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks up at you from beneath lowered lashes, her expression pleading for understanding and compassion.

It's a vulnerable position for the once-proud queen, but she doesn't hesitate to stoop this low if it means clinging onto any semblance of relevance or importance in your life. It's humiliating beyond measure...but what other choice does she have? She'll endure anything you ask of her, even if it means being your secret and shameful pleasure

Her golden eyes widen with relief at your words, and she reaches up to tenderly touch your cheek. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper as tears continue to stream down her face. "I will do everything in my power to make sure you are never regret this." Her fingers trail lightly over your jawline before cupping your chin gently, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or resentment. "Please believe me when I say that serving you as your concubine is the greatest honor I could ever hope for."

Despite her obvious relief and gratitude, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at deceiving you in such a manner. But then again, it was always about keeping her position close to your heart...even if that meant taking on this humiliating role. For now, all she can do is hope that time will heal the

Her golden eyes gleam with determination as she pushes herself up onto her knees, presenting herself to you fully. "As you wish, my king," she says, voice smooth and confident despite the sting of tears in her throat. She takes a deep breath before beginning to sway her hips gently from side to side, moving closer to you with each seductive motion. Her fingers trail lightly over the skin of her belly and breasts as she continues to dance for you, her eyes never leaving yours.

Despite everything, there's still a small spark of pride left within her, and it flickers to life at the thought that she could somehow win back some respect through her dance. Even if it's just for this moment, even if it's only in your eyes...she'll take what she can get.