Paul finds his mother, a woman so beautiful that few can match her in the galaxy, walking in loose-fitting night clothes, ready for bed.
He corners her against the wall.- "Hello, mother."
"Paul, what are you doing?"
"I know you only got with dad to make me," he says, his hand brushing against her face, slowly moving down her body where he parted her night wear, revealing her bareness underneath, the hardening of her peaks as she gasps in shock at what's happening.
"Tell me something, mother, what is it you truly want now that I'm here?" he questions as his hands slowly creep up.
"I… I am your mother, I will support you to the end and provide you with anything you require," she says after a bit with conviction.
"Anything?" he asks in almost a whisper as his hands reach her breasts, slowly groping them.
"Mm, yes," she gasps.
"Earlier, you asked what I am doing. I am taking what is mine by right!" he says in a growl as his hands grasp her breasts, pinching her nipples, causing her to moan as his head descends to taste. His lips eagerly seek out his prize as his tongue works her hard tips, bringing out more of her moans. Before making his way up to seal her lips with his own, stripping her of what little clothing she has left.
Pushing her legs apart, he sheds his clothes, lining himself up,- "We will cross the desert where we will grow in power and forces before taking this planet and crowning myself king, but king not just here but across the galaxy for we will control the spice, with you right by my side like you've always wanted." he says pushing his full length right into her, as she wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding on for dear life as he had his way with her, claiming her, growing harder and harder with every yes, with every moan that escaped from her sweet lips.
She was always his, even before he was born; she knew she was always his to do with as he pleased.