Chapter 13
Once When I Was Eating
Harry was the first to wake up the next morning. They both were in the spooning position, different from their usual position. He was the one spooning his mum from behind, while his arms were wrapped around her.
It was a bit odd since he was shorter than his mother. Not much, but there was still a few inches of difference. So, it resulted in his face being pressed on her upper back while his crotch was flushed against her arse, her bare arse since they both were naked.
The underside of his morning wood was conveniently snuggled between her butt cheeks. Harry moaned a little as her soft and bountiful arse felt so good and warm around his cock.
The thought of sinking his cock inside her was pleasant and urgent, but he controlled himself since he wanted to try something new.
He sat up and gently pulled on her shoulder. With a soft mumble, his mum rolled over. So, now she was lying on her back instead of her side. Harry gulped down his excitement as her firm big tits made an appearance along with her beautiful pussy.
He caressed her tits lightly, brushing his thumb around her big coin-sized pink areola. But he shook his head again, not wanting to get distracted. With an effort, he moved his gaze away from her big round breasts and stared at her womanhood. If they both hadn't showered last night after the hours of intense sex then he wouldn't have tried this. But they had showered and so here he was.
He placed his hands on her hips and pushed them apart, making some space between her legs. And then he took a seat in that newly made space. Leaning down, he nuzzled her slit with his nose, smelling her pussy. He experimentally gave a light lick with his tongue along her labia. Not finding anything bad, he closed the distance and latched onto her lower lips with his mouth.
Lily, who had been peacefully sleeping until now, opened her eyes lazily and moaned incoherently. It took her half a minute to realise that it wasn't a wet dream and that Harry was really sitting between her legs, kissing and lapping on her pussy.
She groaned loudly when he probed her entrance with his tongue and tweaked her swollen clit. She pulled her knees in, goosebumps rising on her skin.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Lily gasped and trembled as she felt a pressure building up in her nether region. He looked up and finally unattached his lips from her womanhood. She felt herself getting wetter at the sight of her juices smeared over her son's mouth.
Harry grinned sheepishly which just made her heart flutter in adoration.
"Just wanted to try something. I can stop if it doesn't feel good to you." He said earnestly, squeezing her mound and thumbing her sensitive nub. Her hips shuddered instinctively as his palm pressed down onto her.
"No need. You can continue. It feels good. Very good." His mum agreed hastily. It was all that was needed for Harry to put his mouth back between her legs.
"Mmmm! Harry. Wow, Right there!" Lily cried out, putting her hand on his head and guiding him toward that spot. He obediently did as she asked, nibbling on her mound while pushing his tongue inside her.
After a minute of kissing and lapping and rubbing her clitoris, his mum shuddered and pulled onto his head tight against her crotch by her hips. Arching her back, she came over his ever-moving tongue.
"Harryyyyy!"
A few seconds later, she relaxed her hips and freed him from the prison of her lovely thighs.
Harry licked his lips and gulped down her sweet nectar before deciding to lie on top of her, his face pressed into the crook of her neck. His mum cradled his head lovingly and ran her fingers through his black messy locks.
"That's one way to wake me up." Lily laughed softly. He looked up from her neck sporting a content smile.
"I just wanted to taste you. And unsurprisingly you taste divine." Harry smiled. "Do you even have any faults?"
"You're such a flatterer but you glorify me too much, sweetie. Yes, I have many faults if not physical then emotional or mental. No one is perfect after all." She giggled, pulling on his cheeks playfully. He shook his head, pushing her hands from his face.
"Doesn't matter if you consider yourself perfect or not. Because I already know that you are perfect." Harry said stubbornly, moving up until his face was hovering over hers, his eyes glowing with infinite love.
"I mean you have the most beautiful eyes. And I'm so pleased that I have those too. Then your lovely red lips. And after kissing and nibbling on them from yesterday, I know they are perfect too. Your face as a whole is the prettiest face I've ever seen. And then these, your big breasts," He said, squeezing her tits while staring at her, "are so big and yet firm without any sag, always retaining their shape, like do you know how rare that is? You are amazing! Your breasts are amazing. And then there are your legs and arse,"
Harry caressed her hips and fondled her bum.
"They too are perfect. Curvy, firm, and shapely. You're the sexiest woman in the whole world. You're just so perfect. And you left everyone and everything a decade ago to save me and keep me safe. You tried your best to give me a good life in a war-torn country. You provided me with everything I ever needed. You loved me and cared for me even when you were mourning dad's death. You're perfect, no arguments, in all the ways whether it be your body, mind, or soul. You are just perfect."
She chuckled happily and pulled his face down on hers, his lips mashing hers as they shared a passionate kiss. He dropped his hands on her breasts and groped them while sucking on her lower lip.
Lily moaned in the kiss when he pressed down on her nipples with his thumbs, burying them in the centre of her tits. Her hands wandered over her son's arse while she mapped his mouth with her tongue.
Half a minute later, they pulled back, their lips swollen red from so much kissing since last night. Harry had been obsessed with her mouth since he first kissed her and hadn't skipped any chance to snog her.
"Good morning, mum." He finally greeted her, giving her a gentle peck on the lips.
"Good morning, little knight. I think I should go and start preparing breakfast before you decide to poke me with your sword." She replied amusedly, pushing her hand down and wrapping her fingers around his girth. Harry wetted his lips and squeezed her perky boobs.
Lily bit back a moan.
"Then just polish this sword for now and I'll stop it from piercing you." He said, twisting her nipples. His mum, barely containing her laughter, just did that. She gave him a handjob while he laid on top of her, lazily playing with her breasts and staring at her lovingly and lustfully.
The summer vacation before Harry's fourth year was filled with sex. And this morning was no different.
"Seriously, Harry?" Lily asked with an exasperated groan as he flipped the nightie over her bum and pulled her hips back, making her lean forward on the kitchen counter and stick her arse out toward him.
"You know what mum, I love that you don't wear any knickers. It always saves me some time and gives me easy access." He chuckled, grunting as he slipped inside her pussy with one push. His mum tried to roll her eyes but ended up moaning his name instead as he began pumping her with his hard throbbing cock.
Lily had just washed her hands after breakfast and her son too had come up to rinse his arms. But instead of going back to his room, he had exposed her arse and decided that he needed to plough her pussy, not that she was complaining.
"Oh, God! Yes. Yes! Faster, Harry! Faster!" She screamed on the top of her lungs as he clutched her waist and thrust harder than before, slapping his hips on her arse. Leaning forward, he tugged her nightie down to her elbows, making her tits spill out. He grabbed onto her breasts and squeezed them while his dick disappeared in and out of her, reshaping her insides.
He pinched her nipples and sent her over the edge, making her climax while screaming his name. Harry too was close seeing how his thrusts were getting faster and erratic. With one last push, he released inside her.
He pulled out, giving her arse a squeeze.
"I'll be in my room, mum. I have to finish the remaining school homework." He said, turning her around and giving her a long lewd kiss on the mouth before he left the kitchen. Her eyes fixed themselves on the up-down movements of her son's arse cheeks.
Damn, he had a nice arse for a 14-year-old boy.
"I need a shower now. I'm definitely spoiling my son but who cares. He deserves all the spoiling." She sighed to herself and hurriedly went to the bathroom, white cum trickling down her leg.
In the afternoon when she would see the Daily Prophet, her relaxed attitude would get a hit as she read about the 'presumed' Death Eaters attack at the Quidditch Cup Finals. She would vow to herself to protect Harry and be alert for the upcoming Hogwarts year.
Chapter 14
Once When I Was Getting Head
Harry was walking with Luna, toward their common room after the last class of the day. It had been a week since he had returned to Hogwarts. And honestly, he already missed his home where he was free to fuck his mum whenever and wherever he wanted.
Unfortunately, he couldn't do that here in the castle. The only time he was able to have sex with her was at night. Even then only for a couple of rounds because she had so much work to do and was eternally tired.
"You are thinking about it again, Harry." Luna smiled unnervingly, tilting her head adorably to the side.
"Doing what, Luna?"
"Thinking about putting your peepee in your mum's vagina." She simply answered.
Harry abruptly stopped in his place and looked around him cautiously. Thankfully, no one was near enough to hear that.
Grabbing Luna's hand, he led her to the nearest empty classroom. He quickly cast as many powerful privacy spells around them before whirling around and facing his best friend.
Luna was just looking curiously at him, unperturbed. He knew Luna enough not to ask her how she knew this secret.
"This is a very big secret, Luna. Please don't mention it to anyone. No one, not even your father. Do you promise?" He asked seriously.
Luna just nodded easily and pushed forward her pinky finger.
A smile took over his face as he crossed his own pinky against hers.
"I won't tell your secret, Harry. I promise." she promised solemnly.
"Thank you, Luna."
She smiled brightly and closed the distance between them before pulling him into a tight hug.
Harry chuckled but wrapped his arms around her waist.
After the Chamber of Secrets incident, Luna had become very open and affectionate toward him, which he didn't mind in the least.
As she pulled back, she tilted her head and stared at him.
"What?"
"Will you put your peepee in my vagina?" She questioned him with a straight face.
Harry froze, both his mind and body. "Huh?"
Luna rolled her eyes as if he was an idiot, and dropped her robe down to the floor. Pulling up her skirt, she showed him her cute white-blue knickers. Using one hand to hold up the skirt, she used the other one to push down her underwear, letting him see a growing patch of blonde hair over her pussy.
"Will you put your peepee in my vagina?" She asked slowly as if talking to a five-year-old kid, pointing her finger to their said body parts when she named them.
Harry immediately turned away, blushing like a maiden.
"No, I won't do it. Now put on your clothes." He yelled in embarrassment.
Luna pouted and pulled up her knickers and dropped the helm of her skirt. She also put on her robe reluctantly.
Harry turned back to sigh in relief.
"You can't just show your precious flower to anyone, Luna."
"But you are not anyone. You are Harry." She told him dubiously, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.
"I'm flattered that you consider me worthy enough to see your pretty flower, but I can't 'put my peepee in your vagina' since that would be cheating on my mum. And you know how much I love her." Harry smiled, stepping forward, patting her head affectionately.
Luna just sighed.
"Fine. I have to find someone else to put their peepee in my vagina. I think it will be fun." Luna mumbled idly with a ponderous look.
His eyes widened in apprehension and he grabbed onto her shoulders.
"Okay, here are some rules for you, Luna. You won't let anyone put anything in your vagina and arse unless you absolutely love them. And please inform me when you finally love someone enough to want to do that. Can you do that for me, dear?"
"Yes, Harry." She agreed without a second thought.
"Good girl." He smiled in relief and kissed her on top of her head. She beamed at him and pressed her lips on his cheek in return. Laughing at his friend's antics, he grabbed her hand, ready to leave the room.
But Luna interrupted again.
"Will you put your peepee in my arse?"
"No."
"I was just confirming."
"Mm-hmm."
Lily was sitting at the study desk in the living room of her personal quarters. A tower of parchments was stacked on her left, the unchecked assignments. And a small number of parchments were piled on her right, the checked assignments.
She frowned at how much bigger the unchecked pile was than the checked ones. She had been at it for an hour and barely scraped the surface, she still had so much work to do.
At this pace, she would need at least 4-5 hours just to finish marking these assignments. She groaned audibly, slumping down in her chair, and laid her head over the table.
'I'm tired. I'm not built for this job. I'm amazed that I've lasted this long as a History Professor.' Lily thought introspectively. She closed her eyes and sighed, she honestly was burned out and had no energy left.
"Mum, you okay?" She heard her son's voice. She opened her emerald eyes and sat up in the chair.
Harry was standing across the desk, leaning on it with his hands.
He was giving her a worried look, and just like that, she had enough energy to smile at him.
"I'm fine, little knight. Just a bit tired." She waved off his concern. He shot her a disbelieving look and walked around the desk purposefully until he was behind her.
"Stand up, mum." He ordered seriously.
Her heart quickened at seeing her baby boy trying to act all authoritative. She fought off a grin.
Following his command, she got up from the chair. Lily had expected him to kiss her or grope her since she knew how lustful her son was. The last time they had sex was in the early morning and it was evening now. He must be stressed and so pent up. Her poor baby boy.
But unexpectedly, he sat on the chair and took her place. He didn't even touch her for a second. One instant he was staring at her with concern and the next he was plopped down on her comfy chair.
"Go take a nap, mum, we still have three hours until we have to go to the Great Hall for dinner. I'll finish your work by then." He turned his face to her and gave her a kind smile.
"You sure? It is my work. You shouldn't waste your time doing my job. Go out, play with your friends or something." She admonished him gently, trying to pull him up from the chair so she could do her work. Instead of standing up, he tugged her hand hard and made her fall into his lap.
She instinctively put up her hands on his shoulders as she perched on her son's thighs.
"It's fine, mum. I'm free and bored. I won't mind helping you for a bit. And it's not like I'm doing it for free. You'll reward me for being a good boy, won't you?" He smirked, pulling her so close that there was merely a few inches of space between their faces.
She could feel his warm breath blowing over her face, she could feel his body heat mingling with hers.
"But—" Her protest died on her lips when he pressed his mouth over hers in a slow teasing kiss.
She stifled a moan as his tongue traced her lower lip, wetting it. She also felt his hands slipping inside her robe, cupping her bra-clad breasts. She let out a moan this time when his fingers sank into her soft mounds.
They pulled back after a minute, both staring at each other lovingly and lustfully.
"No buts. Let me help you. And when you wake up from your nap, you can reward me for the inconvenience. Deal?" He asked, his hands now cupping her face, his thumb gently running over her wet lips.
"Deal. I know I can't stop you when you get in this stubborn mood. But I'll definitely give you a big reward." She pouted at having to give in to his demand. Harry melted her pout with his lips, as they engaged in a slow gentle kiss.
She had a small smile on her face when they disconnected.
"Now go. I want you to be fully energised and relaxed to give me my reward." Harry mumbled, running his fingers through her crimson hair, tugging her curls and straightening them.
Lily nodded and reluctantly departed from his lap.
"Okay, Harry. If that's what you want." She smiled genuinely.
"See you in the evening, mum. Have some nice sleep." He wished her with a slap on her arse.
Lily just rolled her eyes at this. She didn't mind a bit that he had developed a playful habit of slapping her butt now and then. It was charming in its own way.
"Don't get too stressed. If you get bored then drop the work. I'll do that later." She patted his head and went to the bedroom.
When three hours later, Lily entered back into the sitting room, she found Harry soundly sleeping on the desk.
When she got closer and examined the desk, she found out that he had finished all of her work. She smiled and shook her head in exasperation. Harry had always been an overachiever. She took a moment to admire his cute sleeping face, her motherly instincts brimming with awe and love that this perfect boy had come out of her. That he was made of her.
Lily went over to his side and shook his shoulders lightly.
"Wake up, baby. We have to go to the Great hall for dinner." She said gently. His eyes lazily opened. He yawned and stretched his hands over his head, loudly popping his back.
"Go wash your face, little knight." She told him warmly, combing his hair with her fingers.
He nodded and stood up.
"I'll be back in a minute." He spoke, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek before going to the bathroom.
When they returned to their room after dinner, they were in the mood.
As soon as the door closed behind them, they threw themselves at each other and kissed passionately, their hands moving on one other's body hungrily. They walked blindly to the bedroom and continued snogging and letting their fingers wander.
Lily pushed him down on the bed.
"Lose your clothes and sit on the edge." She said and let her robe fall on the floor, leaving her in sexy green lingerie.
Harry quickly took off his clothes and sat naked on the bed.
She pulled down her bra cups, exposing her big perky breasts, and then unclipped the bra, throwing it on the ground.
She smirked proudly and enjoyed his gaze on her beautiful chest. Harry had always been mesmerised by the sight of her naked bosom. It was quite pleasing and endearing.
Sauntering toward him, she leaned down and cupped his face before mashing her lips with his. She pressed her mouth over his seductively, sometimes just caressing while other times crushing.
She moved down slowly, leaving light kisses all over his jaw as she trailed down, kissing his neck, touching his nipples with her lips, and running her tongue over his stomach.
She loved everything about her baby boy. His face, his hands, his body, his everything. Every inch of his skin was silk in her mind and she showed her appreciation by kissing and licking it.
Harry was in a daze. His eyes were glazed as his mum kissed and licked him all over his upper body. The tingling sensation when her hot and slick tongue pressed on his warm skin was both pleasant and torturous.
At last, she dropped onto her knees in front of Harry. Her face came up to his upper stomach as she stood on her knees with her hands placed upon his hips to balance herself. Harry looked down to meet his mum's smouldering gaze. Her lips curved into an erotic grin as their gazes met, her eyes glinting alluringly.
"Just sit back and enjoy, my little knight. This will be your reward. Though I don't particularly like doing this, I'll please you today with something I haven't done to you before. But don't expect to get this regularly."
As she said that, her dainty fingers wrapped around the burning skin of his manhood. Harry bit his lower lip as his mum moved her hand slowly and sensually around his girth. After a few seconds, she leaned forward and gave a long hard lick on the underside of his erection, her tongue wetting his throbbing cock. He gasped and grabbed the bedsheets at his sides. Then she did the same to the sides of his hardness, tracing them with her tongue. She did it until every inch of his cock was wet with her saliva.
Lily's eyes shone with satisfaction as her son gasped and trembled from her ministrations. Finally, she gripped the base of his shaft and kissed the crown of his length, nuzzling his cock head with closed lips.
"Oh mum!" Harry moaned.
At last, Lily parted her lips and swallowed the top part of his cock. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as his most sensitive part was trapped in the wetness and warmth of his mum's mouth.
Gently and slowly, she swallowed more of his length, until his entire cock was in her mouth until her nose was buried in the budding bush of his pubic hair until her sense of smell was overwhelmed by his musky scent. She slowly pulled back and took back in the whole length greedily.
This happened three times as she covered it with her drool before she started bobbing her head and sucking his dick.
Harry yelled hoarsely as he experienced a new type of pleasure. He placed his hands on her head, his finger curling in her beautiful crimson hair.
But he didn't have to do anything since she was moving her head at a fast pace.
Harry didn't last long, not with the way his mother was salaciously glaring at him while trying to suck him dry. Half a minute later, he exploded inside her, his seeds gushing down her throat.
Lily enthusiastically gulped down his essence and continued sucking him until she was sure not a single drop was left.
Harry shuddered and moaned all the while, his knees trembling from aftershocks.
As she pulled back and unattached her mouth from his girth with a pop, he fell back on the bed.
Lily giggled and stood up, wincing a little from knee pain. That was the main reason why she didn't enjoy giving blowjobs since it forced her to stand on her knees.
She climbed over the bed and lay beside him, pulling him close to her. Harry snuggled in her side and wrapped his arms around her waist before latching on her teat.
It was now her turn to moan as her son started sucking her nipple while pinching her other one with his fingers.
Chapter 15
Once When I Was Fucking My Professor
Harry was sitting on the first bench as 'Professor Potter' lectured them about the war initiated by Grindelwald.
She was in front of the class, standing ramrod straight beside her desk. Her beautiful face wore a serious expression while she described the various important events that happened throughout the war.
Her bright red hair was bound in a tight bun.
She looked and acted like a strict teacher. Which wasn't jarring for him anymore, who knew how playful and humorous his mum actually was.
It had taken some time, but he had gotten used to his mum's professional persona in her class.
She shot him a stern look when she noticed that he wasn't paying attention.
He straightened up in his chair, not wanting to get scolded in front of the others. Although his mother had never done that before, he wouldn't want to take a risk.
As the minutes flew by, his focus started to slip. Harry couldn't help but discreetly stare at certain parts of her figure which he shouldn't have, at least not in the class where they were surrounded by so many students.
Even though his mum was wearing a very conservative grey robe that fell all the way down to her ankles, it still caused a surge of lust to burn within him. It wasn't hard for him to imagine the curves hidden beneath the thick robe when he had already seen and touched those said curves.
A sudden idea came to him. It was a crazy idea, maybe even a disastrous one if it was revealed to others. But he felt his body shiver slightly in excitement. His teenagehood was roaring at him to implement this idea instantly.
'No, I shouldn't do it, not now. She'll be extremely mad if I actually do that.'
'But it will be a fun experience, no? Very fun experience. I shouldn't do it, but I want to. I can't stop myself.'
'Honestly, it won't be too bad. She always teases me, she would be a hypocrite if she complains about it now. Although teasing her while she is talking about killings and genocide isn't very appropriate. Whatever, let's see how much control mum has over her facial expressions.'
Harry hid a scheming smile and prepared to go through with this crazy idea. He crossed his arms in his lap and attentively listened to her lecture while he silently cast the spell.
Lily stiffened when she felt a light touch on her left breast.
It was gone before she could even register it. Still, she was absolutely sure that it wasn't nothing.
Someone had actually touched her. Who and how? That was a question.
She kept on with her lesson while letting her gaze roam over the class to see who the fuck was messing with her now. Her eyes instantly zoomed on Harry whose lips were twitching in mirth. Still reciting the necessary details of the war, she discreetly checked if her son had his wand in his hand.
He didn't.
His hands were crossed in his lap and he gave the appearance of an ideal student.
An innocent ideal student.
The widening of her eyes was the only reaction when suddenly an invisible hand groped her left boob gently.
Unlike the last time, the sensation didn't vanish. She could still feel a hand placed over her chest.
It was not moving, but it was definitely there, she could feel the texture of fingers cupping her breast.
'That little tyke! How's he even groping my boob while sitting innocently in front of me?' She thought with a mild annoyance when she caught him hiding a grin.
At least it was her son and not some other student messing with her. That was a big relief.
Honestly, Harry could do anything and she wouldn't get mad at him. He was just too cute to get mad at. And they had become almost unnaturally obsessed with one another by this time to see each other in the wrong. If tomorrow Harry comes confessing murder, Lily would first take care of the body before asking why.
'So, you want to play a game, little knight? Well, I'll play then, not that I have any choice.' She sighed inwardly and began walking between the space that parted the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students.
She went on with her explanation of the war. Many students focussed on her lecture while others 'inconspicuously' ogled her when she passed by their benches.
'Fuck off! You little horny hellions. I'm never going to wear any form-fitting robes or blouses. And I'm definitely never going to wear skirts. You all just have to accept this boring conservative robe and have to settle with your imagination.' She yelled in her mind triumphantly.
She still remembered the day a month ago when one of the seventh-year boys had been too smart for his own good.
One of them had dropped his quill when she was passing by his bench and Lily, being the nice teacher she was, had decided to pick it up for him.
She had been unaware that it was a ruse to make her bend forward. She had leaned down to pick up the quill.
She had worn a long flowy red skirt that day that came down past her knees. So, she hadn't given much thought to bending forward. It wasn't as if she was wearing a mini-skirt and was at risk of exposing her behind.
She hadn't been prepared for what happened next.
Someone had silently cast a wind spell behind her when she bent down. The spell had made her skirt blow up, giving many of the boys a spectacular view of her curvy bubbly arse and sexy black lingerie.
Her face had then reddened quickly from anger and embarrassment as she felt the cool air under her skirt. She had quickly straightened her skirt and abruptly stood up, but the deed was already done.
The boys had seen what they had intended to see. They were whistling and catcalling while their eyes gleamed with lust and amusement. She had been at least glad that none of them had snapped a photo of her in that position. That would have been horrifying.
On that day, Lily Potter had given detention to many boys. She had considered slapping a few of them, but a teacher hitting a student was against the Hogwarts rules.
Though the detention wasn't enough punishment for the perverts in her mind.
Still, what happened in the next few days was deeply satisfying.
All the seventh-year boys who had participated in that incident to sneak a glance under her skirt had somehow ended up in the infirmary for days.
Harry had gotten wind of this embarrassing incident from the Hogwarts rumour mill and had confronted her regarding it, and she had frankly told him the truth. She wasn't that of a prude.
While she had momentarily felt ashamed and angry, that feeling had drained shortly afterwards.
They had just seen her arse, so what? She hadn't done anything wrong. Why should she feel ashamed? They were just stupid teenagers. While she wouldn't have minded teaching them a strict and painful lesson, she wasn't petty enough to try to expel them.
It was widely known that Harry Potter was a Momma's boy through and through. And everyone certainly knew who sent all those seventh years into the infirmary.
Not that anyone came forward to complain. The whole school was against them for their moronic act. Leering, while not an appropriate thing, wasn't that bad or harmful, but actively trying to sneak a peek under a teacher's skirt was a whole other matter.
Lily had been prepared to soften Harry a little. She couldn't let him go on a rageful rampage every time something like this happened.
Unfortunately for her, she never got the chance. That night Lily realised how possessive her son was. He had grabbed her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. He had bent her over the bed and flipped off the nightie before taking off his pants and briefs.
He had fucked her almost for the whole night. She had to hide the limp the next morning. It was totally not fun to make excuses for her tiredness and the strange way of her walking the next day.
She couldn't exactly say to the other Professors that her son had been thorough in exhausting her body and his massive libido.
She hid a fond smile at the memory and snapped back to the present, where currently her son was somehow groping her without moving his wand or hands.
It was definitely wandless magic, she knew that. She was proud at how much he was improving in this branch of magic, but couldn't exactly understand how wandless magic was helping him to touch her.
She had never heard about this type of magic. She stifled a moan as the invisible thumb pressed into her areola.
Harry was a genius.
He knew that.
He had known that since his mum began his magical training in his early childhood. He had been seven years old when she'd agreed to let him do magic. And it had been seven years since he'd started using a wand.
Honestly, being a genius was boring.
Harry had finished the Hogwarts curriculum even before he came to Hogwarts. So, to keep his mind and time occupied, his mum gave him all sorts of ancient books on advanced and dangerous magic.
Until now, those had helped in keeping his interest in studying. But unfortunately, his mum had run out of books to give.
Harry was a genius and it was known to all of Hogwarts. But as he said, being a genius was boring. So, he decided to cross every limit and become so powerful that the need for a wand would become negligible.
Wandless magic was the only thing he had difficulty in mastering. It had been a couple of years since he began training in it, but he still wasn't close to his goals.
He was powerful.
Very powerful.
And while he wasn't the most powerful wizard without a wand, he was still a powerful wizard without a wand.
What do you do when you have done everything given in the books?
You experiment.
That was what he had been doing in the last few months. And these experiments have yielded brilliant results.
His 'Invisible Hands' were one of the results.
Harry could now use his wandless magic to sprout invisible arms that would work exactly like hands.
He could touch, feel and grab with the invisible hands in the same way as the real ones.
Currently, his one invisible hand was cupping his mum's tit and poking her areola with the thumb.
'Oh, God! Her breast feels so good in my grasp.'
Harry and Lily both had powerful mind shields. That was the only reason why both of them could act like nothing was happening, and could hide the feelings of pleasure and thrill that were coursing through their veins.
Harry watched as his mum headed back to the front of the class while still going on with the lecture. He had to give her credit where it was due.
She was just pure awesome. She hadn't shown a single sign that there was an invisible hand fondling her breast.
He took advantage when she passed by his bench on her way. His invisible hand left her breast momentarily and spanked her arse, hard enough to make her feel the sting, but light enough not to make a loud sound.
She yelped and whirled around, staring at him comically.
"Is something wrong, Professor Potter?" Harry questioned her, stifling his amusement.
Lily looked at his hands first which were still crossed in his lap and then at the other students who all appeared confused by her sudden reaction.
"Nothing, Mr. Potter. I just felt a phantom pain." She answered blandly and walked back to her desk before sitting in her chair.
"Are you sure, Mrs. Potter? We can go to Madam Pomfrey if you want." Harry asked, showing faux concern while his invisible hand was again on her breast.
This time the other breast.
"It's Professor Potter for you Mr. Potter, not Mrs. Potter. As for your concern, I'm fine. You don't need to worry." Lily said, letting a rare amused smile show on her face in the class.
She didn't miss the Mr. and Mrs. Potter part.
Harry had indirectly claimed her as his wife. Some of the students who caught onto it, giggled at the raven-haired boy, finding it hilarious. He played the part of an embarrassed boy quite well, blushing at his slip of tongue as if it wasn't intentional.
"Sorry, Professor Potter."
Lily ignored it and continued with her class.
He hid a scowl as his invisible hand couldn't work on his mum's butt since she was sitting. He wanted to feel that arse in his hands damn it!
Harry was also thankful for the Hogwarts robe since it hid his throbbing cock easily.
For the rest of the class, he caressed and rubbed his mum's tits. He wanted to go overboard, he wanted to squeeze those big boobs tightly, he wanted to tear off her clothes and pinch her rosy nipples.
But there were other students present there and he was extremely possessive of his mother.
He didn't want anyone to see her beautiful curves.
Her body, her soul, her love was his. Only his.
Mercifully, the bell rang and the class was over.
"Mr. Potter. Stay behind." Lily said loudly to be heard over the chatter of students leaving the room.
Harry nodded and packed his bag. When all the students had left, He walked up to her desk where she was patiently sitting.
"What was that, sweetie?" His mum said with an overly sweet voice.
"What was what, mum?" He smiled slyly.
She just fondly shook her head.
"Seriously, Harry? That was such a stupid stunt. But I'm glad you didn't overdo it. Am I correct in assuming that it was wandless magic?" She asked, standing up and walking around the desk.
"Yep. One of my invented spells." He said, trying to sound nonchalant, but the shine in his eyes showed his true feelings.
She beamed at him proudly.
"I am so proud, baby. Though I hope that not all your spells were made to grope me." She grinned, patting his shoulder as she stood before him.
"I'm neither confirming nor denying." Harry chuckled, stepping forward and pulling her in his arms.
He loved how her soft and warm body felt pressed to his. He inhaled her unique scent that he had known since his childhood.
Lily pulled back and gently pushed him back.
"Go, your class will start in a couple of minutes." She suggested.
Instead of heeding his mum's suggestion, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her toward the desk.
"Harry!" She whispered in surprise.
He ignored her and snapped his fingers.
The door to the classroom snapped shut and he applied a silencing and alert ward on the door.
Lily huffed as her son pulled the tie which kept her robe closed, loosening it considerably at the waist. He turned her around and pressed his hand on her back, making her bend forward from the waist down on the desk, her face and chest resting on the wooden desk.
"Really, Harry? Are you out of your mind? My next class will arrive in the next five minutes." Lily hissed furiously as he pulled the robe over her waist, presenting him with her delicious arse.
"Don't be a spoilsport mum, it's not like we're going to have a sex marathon like usual. It's just a quickie. I barely need a minute or two to finish. Everything will be fine. By the time your students will come, you'll be back in your strict teacher mode." Harry laughed, slapping her voluptuous butt, making it ripple, before pulling down her knickers and his own trousers and underwear.
"Fine. Be quick." She sighed as she sensed his hard cock rubbing on her entrance.
"I will, mum. I will. It's not like I need time to make you wet. You already are." He laughed again, gripping the abundant flesh on her arse as he slowly pushed forward, letting her wet and warm walls envelop him.
They both moaned as their sexes joined.
The sensation of his hot and hard cock sinking into her pussy was always just so mind-bogglingly amazing that she could never suppress her moan.
When he bottomed out inside her with her insides shaped by his full length, he pulled back before quickly pumping his cock back in.
Lily groaned loudly as her son began fucking her with quick and hard thrusts. There was no time for gentle love. His hips smacked her arse in hard frantic slaps as his cock revealed in the moisture and heat of her tight core.
"Oh, Harry! Faster!" She yelled. Her son was mauling her arse cheeks and continued railing her on the desk. And as promised, Harry drove the last thrust as deep as he could before spilling his seeds into her womb.
He slumped over her back and idly kissed her pale sweaty neck. His soft member slipped out from within her, and that was the cue for his jizz to start trickling out of her pussy lips.
They remained that way for a few seconds, both panting and catching their breaths, bathing in the warmth of each other's skin.
Harry stepped back after a minute, giving his mum some space.
He conveniently vanished his seeds from and off her.
She gave him a thankful nod and fastened the tie on her waist, putting her dress back on properly after pulling up her knickers.
Lily turned around and quickly wrote a note for Harry's lateness for his next class while he took care of his clothes in the meanwhile.
She really wanted to write 'My dear son was horny and decided to fuck me. Sorry!' and see their funny reaction. That thought brought an amused smile to her face as she stood in front of her boy and gave him the note.
"What's with that smile?" Harry asked, folding the note and pocketing it.
"Why? What's wrong with me smiling?"
"Nothing. I just love it when your beautiful lips stretch into this happy smile. It makes me all warm and fuzzy. I wanted to know the reason so I'd keep making you smile." He grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her deeply, his lips mashing over her mouth passionately, his tongue hugging her own.
A knock on the door interrupted their romantic moment and they both sighed, stepping back.
"Go now. I'll reward you thoroughly later at night for that sweet confession." Lily smiled lovingly and gave him a brief kiss on the lips.
"See you later, mum. I love you." Harry said with a smile.
"I love you too, my adorable little knight."
Chapter 16
Once When I Was Drinking Mum's Milk
Harry was curious and eager to try his new spell. If it worked, which he knew it would, then his life was going to change for the better.
While everyone was excited for the foreign students to arrive for the Triwizard tournament, Harry's mind was only on his mum.
He didn't really care much about this awaited event. It didn't intrigue him much. Even his low interest had faded after his mum had warned him not to enter this death tournament.
As if he was stupid enough to interrupt his peaceful and enjoyable life with his mum for 'fame' and 'glory'. No thanks, others can have their fame and glory, all he needed in his life to be content was his mother and her infinite love. And also sexy sexy times with her, obviously.
His attention was drawn to the new students. He watched as the french girls wowed the male half of Hogwarts population before taking seats at his table. At Ravenclaw table.
He heard dreamy sighs from boys all around him. He couldn't really relate with boys his age. While he would acknowledge that the french girls and boys were pretty and that one of the older girls with her silvery blonde hair was even drop-dead gorgeous, they still couldn't compare to his mother.
Their beauty paled in front of hers.
He looked at the staff table. His mother appeared bored, unenthusiastically picking on her food while her colleagues talked with each other. When she felt his gaze on hers, she raised her head and stared at him.
Her lips stretched into a happy smile which he returned.
It was a special privilege to be able to make her smile just like that. He was allowed to feel smug about that.
Honestly, no one could beat his mum in terms of beauty(or anything for that matter). At least in his eyes.
Her crimson locks were long and silky, currently tied into a tight bun. Her face was angelic and seductive, two words he never thought he would use in the same sentence. Her emerald eyes bright and full of life. Her body, he gave a shiver as her naked figure flashed in his mind, was just something else. Her full supple tits were topped with large puffed-up areolas and suckable pink nipples. Her legs and hips were slim and toned, her butt big and shapely and yet firm.
His mouth watered at recalling the memory of last night's sex with her. He gulped down his saliva.
Yes, she really was unbeatable.
He really hoped the feast would just get done so he and his mum could go back to her room where he could test his new spell on hers. And of course, shag her.
He stifled a yell of joy when the feast was finally done and Dumbledore stood up and then proceeded to reveal the details about the Goblet of fire and the criteria to enter names into it.
Harry barely listened to it, his mind already imagining all the fun things he would do with his mum once they got away from there.
Luna, who was sitting beside him, shot him an amused look as if she knew what dirty thoughts were running through his head. He simply grabbed her in a side hug and squeezed her fondly, eliciting a sweet giggle out of her. He was just that happy to be done with dinner.
If his spell worked, it would be one of his greatest achievements.
The duo received odd looks from the French who weren't used to it while the Ravenclaws didn't even bat an eye at their antics.
He honestly didn't care. He only cared about his mum and Luna.
Harry was in her quarters.
Unfortunately, he had to wait for his dorm mates to sleep before he could slip out of Ravenclaw tower. It was annoying, but no worries, he was finally here.
He saw her sitting at her desk, frowning while marking the assignments.
She was so engrossed in it that she didn't even notice his arrival.
He walked up to her desk.
"Hey, mum!" He greeted jovially, putting his hands on the desk and leaning forward.
"Harry! Is it already time to sleep? I must have been doing this for a few hours now." She smiled tiredly at him.
Harry scowled at the papers. It seemed her work was just increasing and increasing.
He didn't like it. Not a bit.
He suppressed his worry and annoyance, not wanting to sour his good mood.
"Yes. But before that-" He started.
"Yes. I know what you want to do before that, my beautiful little knight." She interrupted, her eyes gleaming with lust and love as she pushed back her chair and stood up. She raised her hands and stretched her back, giving a low grunt, listening to the satisfying cracks. She had been stiff after sitting on the chair for hours.
She enjoyed her son's gaze on her chest as it alluringly popped out.
Her smile grew.
The robe did nothing in hiding her modesty since it wasn't tied and was wide open in the middle.
It had parted after she stretched her tense body.
The robe slid down her shoulders, revealing her sexy red bra. She allowed the robe to pool on the ground and stepped out of it, standing proudly in just silky red lingerie.
She smirked at his stupefied expression. This was a new pair of underwear she had bought recently, hoping to impress him. It was quite a fun activity. Trying to find new fancy underwear to dazzle her horny baby boy.
She walked around the desk and stood beside him. He turned towards her, his eyes hungrily drinking in every inch of her soft pale skin.
"You are a goddess." He mumbled, staring into her eyes.
She simply rolled her eyes.
Her son glorified her too much. If it wasn't so heartwarming and gratifying then it would have been disturbing.
No one should be so revered. But was she complaining? Definitely not.
The adoration for her in his eyes, the way he practically worshipped her was deeply satisfying.
She smiled at him and started unbuttoning his shirt. His trance was broken at her touch, his fingers spread over the fabric that held in her left boob.
She undressed him while his eyes and hand were on her tit, squeezing it softly, feeling the skin through the smooth red fabric covering it.
He pinched her nipple through the paper-thin bra, making her shudder in want.
"While this is nice and I'm sure we're going to have sex, it wasn't really what I was talking about earlier." Harry told her as they both stood only in their underwear.
Lily raised her eyebrow as she played with his black curls, biting her lip when his fingers sunk into her breast, his thumb circling on her areola through the bra.
"Oh? Sorry, I just assumed you wanted to have me. If not that then what were you talking about?" She asked curiously, leading him to the plush sofa placed against the opposite wall.
Harry dropped his hands to his side momentarily as she led him to the comfortable seat.
"I invented a new spell. I wanted to show you. And I think it is the best one of all. I want to try it immediately." He babbled excitedly.
Lily smiled at him as they sat together on the sofa. She leaned into him and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Wow, I'm so proud, Harry. What does this new spell do?" She asked, intrigued by his proclamation, her chin pressed on his warm naked chest so she could stare up at him.
He grinned at her lewdly.
"This spell will enable you to lactate. And I can also change the flavour of the milk according to my taste." Harry announced proudly, squeezing her shoulders.
Lily waited for half a minute to see if he was joking.
He wasn't.
She huffed fondly and flicked him on his forehead.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"I remember the last time where you invented a spell just to grope me. And now you have made a new one just so you can suck on my titties as if you weren't already doing that. I kind of feel as if you're spending all your time and talent on just sex. Which isn't bad, but neither truly productive. You shouldn't have a one-track mind when you're brimming with talent." She chuckled mirthfully, placing a sweet kiss on his brow where she earlier flicked him.
Harry still wasn't embarrassed a bit. His proud look was still there.
"Fine. I'll create a spell not related to sex sometime later. But let's test this one now." His enthusiasm was infectious.
She smirked at his impatience and swung her leg over him. Putting her hands around his neck, she sat on his thighs, straddling him.
Harry adjusted a little to get comfortable with her in his lap. To get comfortable with her weight.
He was just fourteen and his mum was still slightly taller and heavier than him. A finger touched his chin, tilting his head up to meet her glowing eyes.
She looked so hot with her green eyes. She looked delectable with her silky crimson hair framing her beautiful face.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, sitting her on his crotch.
Her full pink lips parted in a silent gasp at the slight but essential change in their position. Only her meagre knickers and his underwear kept their sexes from touching.
Still, those particular barriers weren't able to fully insulate the heat or the softness of the skin between them.
Lily could feel the entire underside of his throbbing excitement snuggled between her tight arse cheeks.
She quirked her eyebrow in amusement as he mumbled 'mum' and his dick twitched at the same time. Her baby was a strange boy, but she wasn't complaining if it kept him loyal to her. If it kept his sexual desire reserved only for her.
She leaned down, grabbing his face and capturing his mouth in a hot searing kiss. He tasted so sweet.
Her little baby was just so delicious.
She sucked on his lower lip with her mouth while he expertly unclipped the latch on her bra.
She smiled on his mouth as he took off her bra and threw it away. Impatience of a lustful boy.
She moaned when his hands dragged away from her back and stopped on her breasts, cupping her tits while their parted mouths were still attached in a hungry kiss.
With her son's tongue mapping her mouth, filling her with his taste, with his saliva, she ground her pelvis on his crotch. Her hands ran through his wild hair while his fingers dug into her flesh and fondled her voluptuous breasts. When they pulled back, their lips were wet, red, and swollen.
His eyes glinted with passion.
"Don't move. I'm going to use the spell now." Harry ordered her as they gazed at each other.
She stopped grinding on him and nodded.
He closed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath while his fingers gently caressed her stiff nipples.
She blushed and tried not to squirm. Her nipples were always so sensitive and she didn't know how he expected her to be still while he touched them.
A sudden sharp sting in her chest made her grimace. But it was gone before it could last and she was soon overwhelmed by an immense warmth filling her up.
Her mouth parted in wonder as the comfortable warmth travelled through all her body.
Harry was smiling at her surprised look.
"Ready to see if it works?" He asked, giving her nipple a sharp twist.
"Hngh!" She moaned from his rough treatment of her chest.
Without waiting for her affirmation, he pressed his face into her cleavage, enjoying the feel of getting smothered by her perky mounds.
Lily cradled his head as his lips found her teat. He kissed her hard nipple tenderly, his mouth opening, his wet tongue circling her areola.
She arched her back as the hair on her neck stood on their ends. Her fingers gripped his hair, pulling him deeper, squashing his face into her breasts.
"Harry!" She moaned as he suckled on her nipple.
She had goosebumps all over her flesh as he sucked on her pink nub. It wasn't a new occurrence. Harry had always been fond of her breasts and when they began engaging in acts of pleasure, he had grabbed that chance to regularly kiss or suck her tits, to squeeze and maul her boobs.
But what was new was the nostalgic sensation she sensed in the centre of her bosom. It had been more than a decade since she last experienced it.
She was lactating.
She groaned when Harry began aggressively nursing on her mammary after he got the addictive taste.
She shivered in undulated pleasure as her son lapped up on her breast greedily.
After a minute, he stopped nursing and looked up at her ferally.
The white liquid trailing down the corner of his mouth only inflamed her lust more.
She temporarily moved away from his lap and stood in front of him.
Smiling sultrily she turned around and faced away from him.
She bent down provocatively, pushing back her arse towards him. Sliding down her underwear, she wiggled her butt at him seductively.
She could feel his lecherous eyes fixated on her tight bum.
First, a slap rippled her arse cheek, and then a hand wrapped around her arm and she was whirled around by her son.
He was naked, sitting on the sofa, his meaty pole pointing up.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his cock.
He wasn't patient enough to allow her time to properly admire him.
"Come, mum. Fuck me." He whispered hoarsely, his cock twitching invitingly.
She graced him with a naughty smile and bowed to him.
"As my little knight commands." She chuckled and kneeled over him, on the sofa with her knees on either side of him. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he grabbed onto her waist and guided her weeping pussy down to his eager cock.
She clutched onto his shoulders when his erection easily parted her vulva. It was his name "Harry!" that she wantonly groaned when she sat down in his lap with his shaft buried hilt deep inside her.
The familiar feeling of his mum's wet and tight silky inner walls squeezing his cock brought a blissful sensation.
He grunted and his eyes glazed as he looked into his mum's dazed eyes.
He closed his arms around her waist and latched onto her breast once again before she began bouncing on his lap.
Lily cried in pleasure as her arse jumped up and down her son's cock. She held his head gently in her grasp as he fed and simultaneously fucked her.
It was a heartwarming feeling to be his loving mother and be his adventurous lover at the same time.
This was what she wanted their relationship to be.
She wanted to have him bend her over at his will and have his way with her body. But she also wanted him to always remember who she was. She wanted him to love her, respect her and never abandon her.
Because lovers come and lovers go, but that never happens with mothers. They can never be replaced.
Harry was in heaven as her sweet vanilla-ish milk passed down his tongue and throat while his shaft rutted into her burning core. Her flesh was just so hot and soft.
Her laboured breaths and his name on her lips were music to his ears as he shagged her properly. At one point, she came around his ploughing cock and slumped onto his lap.
He adjusted their position and laid her down on the sofa on her back, and re-entered inside her.
He threw her legs over his shoulders and pushed forward, leaning down, hovering over her, until her waist was arched inward, and then fucked her with slow languid thrusts.
He let her lie lazily while he did all the work.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard, leaving a bruise on her lips. He sank his fingers in her breasts like claws and railed into her at a fast pace.
The closer he got, the faster and rougher he moved.
Her quiet tired moans and gurgles in the back of her throat, along with the sound of his hips smacking her bubbly arse kept him charged and fresh.
At last, he pushed down as deep and as hard as he could before spilling his seeds into her sopping pussy. Lily's toes were beside her ears.
She made a weak sound of protest at being in such a position.
Harry let go of his hold on her tits and her legs slid down from his shoulders.
She heaved a big sigh of comfort, finally lying on her back with all the limbs where they were supposed to be. She frowned when Harry pushed apart her knees and caressed her admired pussy. His seeds were sluggishly flowing out.
"I'm not done yet, mum." He smiled sheepishly, lying atop her and pushing his hips between her legs. Her lips spread in an exhausted fond smile.
"I know, son. Go on, continue. I might fall asleep but you're free to do as you wish." She chuckled tiredly, locking her legs behind his back, trapping his waist in the cage of her legs.
Harry grinned at her devilishly before inserting his cock back in.
He grabbed her hips as they made love in the classic missionary style.
He moved closer until he could kiss her lovingly. Then his mouth slid south, meeting her protruding nipple and he again started breastfeeding while his hips rolled in a gentle graceful rhythm.
After a while, Lily did fall asleep, but it didn't stop him from enjoying the perfect body of his redhead goddess, or filling his stomach with her natural milk. He was really getting addicted to its sweetness.
An hour later, he carried his slumbering mum into the bedroom and went to sleep.
Chapter 17
Once When I Was Tricked Into A Tournament
Lily stood up from the staff table in rage as her son's name flew out of the Goblet of fire. She stared at Harry who appeared dumbstruck.
She understood then.
Her baby boy was being targeted and was in some sort of danger. Her motherly instincts were cajoling her to just destroy the fuck out of this ancient Goblet and take her son back to Potter Manor, and lock themselves there back again. They shouldn't have come out in the world.
She strode angrily to the side chamber into which her son disappeared.
The first thing she did was pull him tight into her embrace, trying to make him feel safe. Not that he needed it since he seemed very calm and collected.
"What happened, Professor Potter? Why is Harry here?" Cedric asked dubiously.
She turned her head to look at him and he flinched from her cold look.
"Someone entered my son's name in this stupid tournament. And I'm here to stop it before it goes forward. You three can fight for this fame and glory, but my son won't."
It looked as if Fleur was going to say something, but Bagman cheerily walked through the door, proclaiming Harry as the fourth champion. He had to duck quickly to prevent himself from getting hit by Lily's hex as she furiously glowered down at the plump retired quidditch player.
All four champions hid their smiles as the other organisers came in.
In the end, nothing could be done. Harry was magically obliged to take part in the Triwizard tournament. Lily looked as if her face was perpetually set in a scowl. She could even give Snape a run for his money.
"Fine! But expect my resignation letter by tomorrow. I'm no longer the History Professor. I'll help my son survive this dung of a tournament instead of lecturing the horny brats of Hogwarts. Never knew teaching was such a shite job. Also, Harry is moving in with me. I don't trust you all to keep him safe anymore." She snapped, grabbing Harry's hand and leaving the chamber for her quarters.
Dumbledore couldn't decide whether to be amused or groan at his misfortune for the extra bother of finding a new professor.
Harry was sitting calmly on the foot of the bed as his mum paced back and forth from one end of the bedroom to the other.
She was muttering obscenities under her breath, causing him to smile amusedly.
He grabbed her hand as she passed by him and pulled her onto his lap. A cute eep left her mouth as she placed her hands on his shoulders, keeping herself from falling backwards.
She was sitting on his lap sideways, his arms firmly wrapped around her waist, keeping her balanced.
"You're stressing too much, mum. You'll get wrinkles on your pretty face." Harry chuckled, running his fingers through her crimson hair.
Lily leaned into his touch, putting her chin on his shoulder and embracing him.
"But what will we do? You're being targeted." She whispered, tightening their embrace.
"We'll just wing it. Mum, believe it or not, I'm the most powerful in Hogwarts, maybe even more powerful than Dumbledore. I did not create just sex spells all this time. I'm not that stupid. I'll easily fly through this tournament. Don't worry." He assured her, patting her back.
She sighed and remained in his arms.
"I know a way to make you relax." Harry suddenly whispered seductively in her ear.
She could feel his mischievous smile on her earlobe.
She didn't get to reply as he picked her up and dumped her onto the bed. He climbed over himself.
"Harry!" Her half-hearted complaint was interrupted when he decided to shut her up with his lips.
She moaned and opened her mouth quickly, allowing their ton