Reborn As Joffrey Baratheon!

Joffrey was now walking through the halls of the Red Keep; he wanted to meet his mother and have some fun with her. 

But when he was walking up the stairs, he came across an old man. 

The old man looked like he was in his late 70s, with deep wrinkles on his face; his blue eyes had long lost their shine, while his hair thinned and whitened, resembling snow.

"Good day, your grace." The old man said as he bowed a little. 

Joffrey observed the man for a while, his green eyes scrutinizing his face. 

"Good day to you too, my lord." He replied; the old man was none other than Jon Arryn; in a way, it could be said he was the one who started the series. 

'Let's see if you suspect any folly about my birth!' Joffrey mumbled to himself, even though the Lannisters didn't actually kill the old man and it was actually his wife; they were blamed nonetheless. 

The old man looked at Joffrey, his gaze stern as he looked at his bruises. "Were you practicing, Your Grace?"

Joffrey looked down at his body. "Ah, yes. Uncle Jaime and I had a spar, though I must say I am nowhere near winning against him," he replied with a chuckle. 

The old man nodded his head, "I am sure you will one day defeat your uncle, your grace." He said with a small smile on his face. 

"Let's pray to the gods for that!" he replied with a chuckle and walked away from the hand of the king. 

'Looks like he doesn't suspect yet,' he mumbled to himself as he looked back to see Jon Arryn walking down the stairs. 'I guess he hasn't met that fat pig's bastards yet.'

In the show, Jon Arryn started to suspect when he saw that all of Robert's bastards had the same dark unlike Joffrey and his siblings, who had Lannister traits. 

'I should let nature take its course,' he mumbled as he turned around, 'he'll die by his crazy wife anyway.'

Joffrey did not meet anyone else during his walk and had reached Cersei's chambers in a few minutes. 

His eyes fell on the two guards that were guarding the queen's room; he could feel that they were very trained, but weren't loyal to the crown, but to the Lannisters, especially, Cersei. 

"Leave!" 

That was the only word he said before opening the door to her mother's room.

The two guards looked at each other, exchanging knowing glances, knowing better than to ignore the prince's command, as ignoring it would mean angering the three Lannisters. 

They knew their place and didn't wish for their heads to be decorated on a spike.

THUD

The door closed behind her with a thud, startling the queen, who was writing something on a parchment. 

She turned around with a frown on her face to see who had the audacity to enter the queen's room without announcing their presence. 

But the moment she turned around, her face was smashed with Joffrey's as he pressed his lips against his mother's. 

Cersei's eyes widened in surprise when her son kissed her without warning, 'Did something happen?' she thought to herself, but she ignored her thoughts when she felt his tongue invading her mouth. 

'Whatever, I will deal with it later,' she mumbled as she kissed him back, her hands wrapping around his neck as she entered his mouth. 

Their tongues intertwined, dancing and coiling around each other as saliva dripped from their mouths. 

"Haah! What happened, dear?" Cersei asked, looking at Joffrey. 

"Nothing, I just wanted to meet you," Joffrey said as he looked around. 

The place was filled with fragrant candles to light when it was dark; vases filled with flowers exuded a faint fragrance while the midday sun glared at them both through the window. 

"Where's Myrcella?" he asked while cupping her face. 

"She went out to play with the court ladies," Cersei replied, her green eyes twinkling with anticipation. 

Jiffrey nodded his head and took Cersei's hands. "Come," he mumbled as he dragged her to the big bed in the middle of the room and pushed her down onto the soft sheets. 

Joffrey was still about half a head shorter than Cersei, but it did not stop him from pouncing on her like a hungry lion. 

Cersei let out a surprised gasp as her son leaned forward and captured her lips, his hands roaming over her body. 

"Mmmhhm~" Cersei moaned under her breath, her fingers digging into her cub's shoulders.

His kisses began to trail, from her lips to her cheeks, then down the column of her throat while his hands worked it's magic. 

Like a pro who had done this thousands of times, Joffrey undid her mother's laces, letting her dress fall off and revealing her ample chest. 

"Aahn!~"

He kissed her collarbone, nibbling it before kissing the swell of her chest, traveling down before stopping. 

Joffrey stared at his mother's breasts, her pink nipple standing erect, his green eyes shining possessively as he leaned in, gobbling up her nipple. 

"Aaahn!~" Cersei's moans became louder, her back arched as her hand tangled in his hair while the other pushed him in. 

"Aahn!~" she moaned again, feeling her son's tongue licking and flicking her rosy bud, sending electric jolts down her spine. 

He switched to the other side, giving equal attention to the other, his tongue swirling around her buds while his teeth nipped on it. 

One of his hands traveled down south, between her thighs. Cersei moaned as she felt her son's fingers grazing over her cunt. 

And without any warning, Joffrey plunged his two fingers down her cunt, making his mother arch her back while her eyes rolled in pleasure as she moaned like a virgin in heat. 

SLICK SLICK

Joffrey's two fingers thrust in and out of her pussy while his thumb circled her clitoris, making her shiver as she came closer and closer to orgasm. 

"Cum for me, mother!" Jiffrey said as he thrust his fingers faster while his tongue did its magic, flicking and nipping at her nipples.

"Fuck! Joffrey!!" 

Cersei yelled as she became undone, her liquids pouring onto the bed, drenching his fingers in her nectar. 

Joffrey let go of her breasts and captured her lips. The mother-son pair kissed slowly, showcasing the love they had for each other. 

"I love you, Mother," Joffrey whispered as he fell on top of her, closing his eyes. 

A small smile bloomed on Cersei's face as she caressed her son's hair. "I love you too, my son."

The pair stayed like that, drifting off to sleep in the loving embrace of each other with no care for the outside world.