Title: Oedipus Revised
Author: Qaddafi the Ripper
Summary: Olympias wants Alexander to prove that he loves her. NC-17 for graphic sex, incest, and underage.
Notes: This story is very, very wrong. I'm not saying anywhere that this is right. It is dark and disturbing and it's supposed to be. So, I won't be offended if no one chooses to read this or can only comment "that was really sick," because I completely agree. In case the summary didn't make it obvious enough, this is Olympias/Alexander when Alexander is very young. Consider yourself warned!

Olympias smiled down at her son and stroked his hair. The boy gazed up at her from where he lay beside her in her bed. Her son, her Alexander. She kissed his forehead.

"Are you still angry, Mama?" the child asked. He'd come into her room while she was yelling, at some length, about the insufficiencies and disloyalty of men in general and her husband in specific. He'd been frightened by her anger, and she'd had to take him in her arms to calm him down.

"Not any more, dear," she replied. It was hard to stay angry when she held Alexander. She played with his blond hair. "Promise me you won't grow up like your father."

He answered seriously, "I won't. I would never hurt you."

She laughed, a soft, throaty sound. "I know you wouldn't, Alexander. You're not at all like him." She kissed his cheek. "You'll always be my wonderful, loving son, won't you?"

"Yes, Mama." He smiled brightly for her.

She trailed her hand down from his head to his thin chest. "Do you love me, Alexander?" she asked.

"Yes. I love you, Mama."

Her hand moved lower, sneaking beneath his loose tunic. "Would you do anything to make me happy?"

His eyes as he looked at her held only trust and love. "Of course, Mama. I want you to be happy."

She smiled a deep, mysterious smile. "Make me feel happy now, Alexander." She leaned down and touched her lips to his collar bone. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a clumsy, little boy hug. She laughed softly and placed her other hand on his thigh and started pushing up his edge of his chiton. He trembled but didn't try to stop her.

She reached up further and grasped his cock. He jumped but she made a soothing sound and he calmed down somewhat. She studied her son's cock closely; the only other one she'd seen was Philip's. His was large and powerful and would already be standing erect at her touch. She ran a finger slowly down the shaft. Philip had enjoyed it when she'd done that, back when they were still in love; but Alexander shivered at her touch and tried to pull away.

"Don't pull away from me," she whispered. "You'll hurt me if you do." She grasped his short length and rubbed it firmly. He trembled and bit his lip, trying to lie still. "Such a good boy," she praised him. She pulled her other hand out of his chiton from where she'd been stroking his chest and caressed her breasts. She moaned and her hand continued downwards. She pushed up her gown and stroked her womanhood.

Alexander's eyes were wide as he watched her pleasure herself. He tried not to think of the way she was touching him. He felt like crying, but told himself not to since it would upset his mother.

Olympias pressed two fingers inside of herself, touching and stretching in a way that made her groan aloud. She was in control here. She only felt what pleasure she desired. Alexander lay beneath her, powerless in the face of her femininity. She laughed.

This was so different from when Philip lay with her. He was strong and domineering; she could do little but lay back and let him ravish her. But now, she could be the strong one. Alexander trembled beneath her, just she would tremble beneath Philip, and she felt powerful. Immensely, impossibly powerful. She looked down and fixed her eyes on Alexander hungrily. "You are my son," she panted, hot from her own caresses. "You belong to me. Me, and never Philip. Do you understand?"

He nodded frantically. "Yes Mama. I love you." He griped the sheets hard, trying not to shake. She saw the fear in his eyes, fear of her, and she came in a heady rush of power. It was so much more than she'd ever felt with Philip. She sighed and collapsed on the bed, exhausted and satisfied.

She didn't notice Alexander slip out of the bed as soon as he could, nor did she hear the way he fled across the room and out the door. And she never heard how many baths he took that day and in the next few days, trying to wash himself clean of something he didn't yet understand.

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