This story takes place in the Elder Scrolls universe.
The year was 4E 195. Havar and his mother Reyya are on a cart riding through the harsh cold of Skyrim. They sat huddled at the very back of the cart Havar had the blanket wrapped around him and his mother. Havar was an unusual Breton, his father was a traditional Breton merchant who had made a large amount of money before he was killed on an expedition when Havar was young, Havar's mother though was a from a very elf thick blood. The Bretons are known to be a hybrid betweeen men and mer, but his mother's blood ran especially thick with elf blood, which gave Havar a unique aptitude for magic, along with his somewhat more elfish looks like a more pointy chin and nose, and larger ears.
Havar was nine-teen and was now becoming a man he had made a lot of friends when they lived in Wayrest. Havar wasn't the best with girls though he had a few girlfriends but never had sex, he was waiting until he found the one person he wanted to marry. Havar was almost a whole foot taller than his mother he stood at five foot and eleven inches, he had long black hair, a little bit of stubble, and brown eyes. His mom was about five foot and two inches, she had vivacious D cup breasts, flowing dark brown hair, a shapely body and brown eyes.
Havar looked down at his mother wrapped in his arms she was scanning the surroundings of the road he caught a small glimpse down her robes at her breasts, he thought about his mother sometimes, however he knew very well that in high rock incest or even the fantasy of incest was punishable by exile and even death. Skyrim had no laws against incest between consenting adults though. He looked again down at his mother's bust examining it and wondering how they would feel in his hands.
The cart was slowing down and as they came around the hill Whiterun was visible off in the distance. Havar pointed out the towering city in the distance to his mother.
When they finally arrived at the stables outside Whiterun Havar couldn't wait to see what the city was like. They had already sent word to the Jarl Balgruf of Whiterun along with the coin needed to purchase a house in Whiterun.
They got settled in to their new home right away they didn't bring much furniture with them but they payed the Jarl enough to furnish it with some common necesities like a bed and a fire place. They only had enough money for one double bed. Havar had a small bed roll though.
It was becoming late and Havar had got the fireplace going, it had warmed the house enough so that they could take off their heavy clothing. Havar walked upstairs to the bedroom and found his mother getting dressed she was in the process of taking off her dress and putting on a night gown, the gown lay over the foot of the bed for his mom to put on she was undoing the string that held her robes shut she slowly undid the tie and spread open her robes. She slowly slid the shoulders of her robe off, her bra and panties were very sexy, they were a purple and black print. Reyya undid the hooks on the back of her bra and let it slide down her arms, she bent over a little and slid her panties over her beautiful cheeks and down to the floor. Havar was standing out of sight at the top of the stairs with a perfect view down the hall, His penis began to grow at the sight of his mothers bare ass.
Reyya put her clothes in the wardrobe closet to her left, she returned to the bed and picked up her night gown, she put it over her head and let it fall over her. Havar started walking towards their room.
"Hi mom," Havar said to his mother as he entered their room.
