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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Joffrey_Baratheon/Cersei_Lannister
  Character:
      Joffrey_Baratheon, Cersei_Lannister, Jaime_Lannister_(Mentioned),
      Margaery_Tyrell_(mentioned), Sansa_Stark_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Incestuous_relationship, I_Tagged_Rape/Non-con_Because_I
      Have_Portrayed_Cersei_As_A_Sexual_Predator, I_Have_Also_Portrayed_Joffrey
      To_Be_A_Mildly_Intuitive_Young_Man_(When_In_Fact_He_Is_A_Dick_Bag)
  Series:
      Part 4 of Tidbits
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-05 Words: 632
****** My Mother's Love Is Choking Me ******
by ch00se
Summary
     Joff lets Cersei come into his room on cold nights. He lets his
     mother touch him and pleasure him because its his duty as her son to
     keep her happy. Any way he can. Joff understands this. He doesn't
     quite understand why she continues even when Jaime returns from his
     battles.
"My darling boy," Cersei pants, and her mouth is stretched obscenely across her
face. Joff is pressed against the cold stone wall behind him and he wonders,
absentmindedly, when he grew shorter than his mother. Cersei changes positions
and shoves her leg between his thighs. Joff feels his cock begin to harden
under the assault of his mother's silk dress. 
He feels like he should be used to this. When Jaime first began to leave on
quests and journeys for battles, Cersei turned to Joff. He doesn't know if its
because he's Jaime's son and they are similar enough for her, or if her
incestuous desires branched out even further. Joff doesn't really care. He's to
be King one day, and Cersei will be his Queen; the Queen Regent, the Queen of
the Seven Kingdoms, and the Mother of the King. 
Joff lets Cersei come into his room on cold nights. He lets his mother touch
him and pleasure him because its his duty as her son to keep her happy. Any way
he can. Joff understands this. He doesn't quite understand why she continues
even when Jaime returns from his battles. 
Cersei distracts him from dwelling on this though. She distracts him with her
mouth, her sinful lips, and Joff wants to rip her hair out he wants to shove
her down and take her like he deserves to but he doesn't. Because he
understands that his mother needs this control.
(There will be times, later, when Joff meets other women; women like his
mother, women that are different. They will be named Sansa, and Margaery, and
Cersei again but the other two--- the other two will let him take control. And
he will rip their hair out and shove them down and take them like he deserves
to. Because he is the King. And he is a Barartheon Lannister.)
"Joffrey," Cersei half moans, and Joff turns his attention back to his writhing
mother. Once he tried to take control, and she had slapped his cock so hard he
couldn't piss for hours. He learned from that. Now, he stands that, and lets
her defile him. 
"Mother," he replies, rutting forward just slightly to hear her gasp. 
"You," she starts, and then she licks his lips, "You understand, don't you?"
Joff thinks he knows what she's talking about. He plays dumb. It makes her
happier, to think she is ahead of him. It makes her grind harder and that makes
Joff happier.
"No," he says, a little breathlessly, the only sign he's shown thus far that he
is at all affected by what his mother is doing to him. "No. What is it,
mother?"
She seems to get off from him calling her 'mother' too. When he says it to her
outside of these times, she flushes a little, and Joff smirks knowingly.
"You understand," and she stops to slow down a little and press her breasts
against his chest. He looks down but doesn't touch. He never touches her. "Why,
we must keep this a secret?"
Joff understands completely. This time he nods, because playing too dumb makes
Cersei frustrated, that she's bred such an ignorant child. His mother looks up
at him and her mouth curves viciously. Her golden hair bounces up and down and
Joff makes a reminded for himself to rid his clothes of her hair later. Its too
suspicious, otherwise, when his servants come to wash his undergarments and
they find traces of his mother. 
"Yes," he say solemnly, and that appears to be enough for Cersei. She stops
rubbing against him and moves backwards, the light of the torch making her look
younger than she is. She wipes her hands on his front. 
"Good," she says, satisfied, and pulls up her silken dress. "Now then---"
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