gues and lips to reunite.
Still kissing her, Harry pulled the sash on her waist, pushing the robe away from her body.
He grabbed her underwear-covered pussy and squeezed it roughly, just the way she loved. Her agreement came in the form of wanton moans. But Harry didn't let her moans escape.
He stole her moans with his mouth.
Lily arched her back as his hand and mouth imprisoned her in the cell of pleasure. A moment later, Harry took off her underwear and broke the kiss.
He pushed apart her legs and spent a few seconds admiring her most intimate part. Her needful whimpers and lustful eyes woke the monster within him.
He ripped off the robe and threw it on the floor, then he proceeded to tear away her bra which stood between his hands and her skin.
The way her tits bounced when he violently shredded her bra and vanished it, made him tingle in his nether regions.
Lily was panting like a dog as her son acted like a beast in the heat. She didn't know why, but it made her incredibly wet. Her surprised yelp was muffled when Harry flipped her over her stomach and pushed her face down on the pillow with his one hand. With the other hand, he grabbed her waist and pulled it up, making her stick her arse out in the air. She had to draw her knees in to achieve that provocative position.
"Yes, it will make you relax, mum. But first, I need to tire you thoroughly. Prepare yourself for a fucking sex marathon. I'm not stopping until I'm dry." Harry leaned over and whispered slyly in her ear.
She trembled as his hot breath blew over her earlobe.
She heard rustling sounds as he divested himself of his clothes with one hand. He was still using his other hand to force her face down.
A few drops of her fluids rolled down her snatch in anticipation. She would have moaned as he slapped her voluptuous arse cheek if her face wasn't buried in the pillow.
"I'm going in, mum." He warned her hoarsely, rubbing his erection on her wet vulva before sliding in. She bit the pillow as his rigid cock parted her hot silky folds. Her inner muscles wrapped around his cock as if embracing it.
"Mum!" He moaned, gripping her crimson locks with one hand while thrusting rapidly into her. His other hand was on her slim waist, keeping her bubbly arse in position. She groaned on the pillow as her son railed into her pussy.
After a few minutes, he withdrew his hand from her scalp and placed it on her plump arse. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned her face sideways so only her cheek was smashed into the pillow. Her moans finally joined Harry's, exciting him more.
"Oh, Harry… slow down a little. You'll break me." Lily mewled in pleasure.
He just laughed and kept on hitting her arse hard with his hips while his dick was shoved in and out of her slick entrance. She made incoherent sounds in her throat, small stinging pains turning into overwhelming pleasure, lighting her nerves on fire.
A couple of thrusts later, Harry exploded inside her following her climax. A few seconds later, He rolled her onto her back and laid atop her with his soft member still inside her.
He gave soft kisses on her lips and neck while his hardness returned.
He locked his lips with hers in a bruising kiss and restrained her arms over her head with his own palms before he began rutting into her.
Lily's moans were lost in his mouth as the mother and son continued their rough wild mating.
The sounds which were made by their hitting sexes wouldn't be out of place in a jungle.
Chapter 18
Once When I Was Posing For Camera
The recent incident of Harry's name mysteriously being put in Goblet of fire didn't only have cons. While no doubt it was an obvious ploy to hurt Harry in some manner, it didn't matter at the moment as he and his mum were still in bed even though it was late morning.
If his mum was still the History Professor then this wouldn't have been possible. But thanks to the Triwizard Tournament, his mum had resigned from that position to dote on him full-time.
He definitely wasn't complaining as his hand wandered down her back and groped her plump bum. He wasn't surprised that she didn't even stir as his hand mauled her round flesh.
The last night was wild and long. She must be tired. He decided to let her keep sleeping. He scooted back a little, immediately missing her boobs on his face and the heat of her warm skin. Still, he persevered and instead of rolling her on her stomach and having a go from behind, he just gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
"Good morning, mum." He whispered, caressing her cheek after he tucked a stray red curl behind her ear. Lily made a soft noise as she nuzzled his palm in her sleep. Harry couldn't help but press another gentle kiss on her pink lips before getting off the bed.
It took a massive amount of willpower to resist her curvaceous body, and her cute expression, but he did and left the bedroom for the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
While it was always his mother who prepared food for him, he still had been able to learn cooking. He wasn't a professional chef or anything, but he at least knew how to make a few dishes.
After he was done, he checked again on his mum to see her still sleeping. He cast a warming charm on the food and decided to take a quick shower.
After he was totally refreshed and rejuvenated, he went back into the kitchen to find his mum sitting on the dining chair with half-closed eyes. She had also put on her usual translucent blue nightie which was bunched around her waist and barely covered her groin.
Harry walked to her and shook her shoulder.
"Still drowsy?" He chuckled as she gave a startled gasp.
She gave him a dirty look but melted when he leaned down and pressed his lips over hers in a long languid kiss.
Lily was absolutely awake now as her tongue danced with her son's and her lips merged with his.
As their lips parted with a pop sound, a string of saliva still connected the corners of their mouths. His eyes gleamed as he moved closer and licked her mouth, swallowing the wet string.
She shuddered as he traced her lips with his wet tongue while his thumb ran up and down her neck.
"Good morning, mum." He smirked, stepping back.
"Yes, the morning seems to have started on a good note." She mumbled with a dazed smile.
"Yep. Now, you just sit tight and I'll bring you your meal and coffee." He said proudly and marched towards the kitchen counter where he had kept all the cooked food.
"Thanks, darling." She whispered fondly.
A few minutes later, the food was served and Harry had taken his seat on the chair beside hers.
"You know, mum, my name coming out of the goblet at least has one advantage." He said as they ate their breakfast.
She gave him a curious look and asked, "What is that?"
"The advantage is that from now on we can spend most of our time together. Since you're not a professor anymore, you're basically free all the time, and I, too, don't have to attend my classes anymore because I'm a champion. Isn't that great? Now nothing is stopping us from spending all of our time together. Though I suppose I'll have to spend a few hours with Luna every day, still, we'll have so much free time from now on." Harry gushed on excitedly.
Lily chuckled in amusement at her son's exuberant behaviour. It was lovely how he got excited just because he would have more time to spend with her.
"Yes, that seems nice. Though what will we do with all this free time?" She asked with a wide knowing smile.
He too mirrored her smile, placing his hand on her leg and rubbing her naked thigh.
"Many things. Many many things." He answered huskily, his hand moving up, creeping under her silky nightie until he was cupping her bare crotch, his thumb caressing her clit.
Lily moaned lewdly and gave a brief shiver before pushing his hand away.
"Sure. But not now. Eat your food first." She scolded lightly, seeing how little he had eaten. And once he started touching her, he wouldn't be able to stop and would forget to eat breakfast.
He pouted at her but nodded his head in affirmation.
As soon as they finished their meal, he expectantly looked at his mum who just rolled her eyes and huffed fondly.
"Let's take this to the bedroom." She smirked, standing up from the kitchen chair.
Harry pushed back his own chair and got on his feet, his eyes roaming all over her body.
Her beautiful red hair was pulled in a messy bun with a few curls framing her face. Her translucent blue nightie only reached her upper hips and wasn't doing much better in hiding her bountiful boobs. He could see her pink nipples clearly through the cloth. His gaze stopped at the large amount of cleavage the nightie was showing, before it moved further down, drinking in the sight of her toned milky legs.
"My eyes are up here." She said, her voice full of amusement.
Harry stepped towards her and pulled her in his arms, squashing her breasts on his chest, resting his arms on her bare buttocks. He stared into her pretty green eyes which were gleaming lustfully.
Honestly, he wasn't the only one who had an infinite sex drive. His mum too was just like him, always wanting to get fucked.
Sometimes he even thought it was genetic.
"I know. And they're the most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever seen." He smiled hungrily, leaning forward and breathing on her lips, but not kissing her. Not yet.
His hands weren't idle in the meanwhile, they were sinking into her voluptuous arse, pulling her butt cheeks apart, baring her pussy and arsehole to the warm air of the room.
She quivered from the amount of heat and skin she was sharing with her son. She hooked her arms around his neck and pulled his face on hers for a sizzling kiss.
They didn't waste a single moment and opened their mouths, letting their tongues out, trying to suck each other dry.
Harry pulled her waist tight against him before groping her bum again.
Lily understood the signal and jumped a little so he could catch her.
And that's what he did.
He held her weight by her bum while her legs snaked around his waist.
They were so familiar with the room that Harry carried her towards the bedroom with his eyes closed and his mouth still attached to hers.
Lily and Harry were the last to arrive at the assigned classroom for the wand-weighing ceremony.
As soon as they entered, every pair of eyes were on them.
"I beg your pardon, Lily. I didn't know you'd be here too." Dumbledore smiled apologetically, pointing at the only unoccupied chair that lay beside Fleur's seat, where Harry was supposed to be seated.
Before Lily could form a reply, Harry marched her towards the only remaining seat. He plopped down on it before grabbing her hand and pulling her down right into his lap.
His arms looped around her waist, keeping her seated on his lap and facing away from him.
Her back against his chest and her bum firmly on his crotch.
"No problem, Headmaster Dumbledore. We can manage." Harry answered haughtily, trying to mask his annoyance at their unintentional insult to his mother.
"You know, Mr. Potter, I could have just conjured another chair for your mother." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling in amusement, heartened to see his protectiveness. After all, just like everybody at Hogwarts, he too was aware of how close this child was to his mother.
"You could have. But there's no need anymore." Harry nodded stoically, suppressing his embarrassment. It seemed he took an impulsive decision without thinking it through logically.
His mother's cheeks were warm at being publically seated on her son's lap.
She was silent and let him talk this out.
She caught his unsure gaze and smiled at him, putting her hands on his that were currently on her stomach.
Harry sighed in relief that his mum wasn't annoyed at him for his decision.
The others in the room did give them weird looks but got over it as the event began and they concentrated on Ollivander.
Lily relaxed on his lap since it wasn't a new position for her. She had become very used to sitting on his crotch. Her lips twitched in fond exasperation as his thing rose up and poked her. But since they were in public, she couldn't do much to satisfy him and just let him be.
The first fifteen minutes went by quickly as Ollivander checked the other three champions' wands. During this time period, Harry just held her tight and enjoyed the heat and plumpness of her big tight arse on his groin.
Soon, it was his turn and he somehow managed to hide his erection as his mum stood up to let him go.
He caught her gaze, which was shining with mirth. He resisted the temptation to shoot her a sheepish smile and stood in front of the wand maker.
The old man inspected his wand, proclaiming that it was in optimum condition, and let him go.
Then it was time for the photos.
Unfortunately, Lily wasn't needed in them so she remained apart as the Headmasters of the different schools and the champions, along with a few Ministry officials, stood for the photoshoot.
Harry stood beside the French champion who gave him a curious look. He sent her his polite smile that he reserved for strangers and looked ahead as the light flashed.
"Bit closer, all four of you. Yes, Mrs. Delacour, put your arm around Mr. Potter's shoulders. Mr. Krum and Mr. Diggory, stand behind her and on her either side. Wrap your hand around her waist. Yes, very good. And smile like you all are good friends."
The champions were vastly uncomfortable, but their lips pulled into a strained smile.
Harry was sure Fleur was the most uncomfortable of them since she was surrounded and packed by all three boys.
He chanced a look at her and sure, she was glaring at the cameraman while her lips were set in a lovely smile.
It was… hilarious. Her facial expression that is.
Harry couldn't help but start laughing just before the light flashed again.
Fleur gave him an annoyed look, but his cute bubbly laughter was contagious and a real smile finally took over her face.
The next morning, everyone was confused to see the strange photo in the daily prophet.
The photo was that of Harry Potter laughing as the French champion gave him a soft smile with her arm slung around his shoulder. Victor Krum and Cedric Diggory too were smiling in a confused manner as they looked at the young champion.
All in all, it was a good picture that made it look as if the four champions were enjoying each other's company.
Chapter 19
Once When I Was Very Curious
It was the evening before the first task, Lily was sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Harry who had gone to spend some time with Luna.
She sighed at the idea of Harry fighting against a dragon tomorrow. Yes, they both had found out about the first task. Lily knew that to win anything, you needed information. And she knew how to get that. They both tried their best to compose a plan to take care of the dragon with minimal danger. But Dragon and Danger seemed to go hand in hand. At last, Harry had just given up on elaborate plans and had assured her that he would take care of it in his own way. By overpowering it.
Lily wasn't assured.
Not a single bit.
While she knew her son was very talented and enormously powerful, a dragon was still a dragon. And dragons weren't known as man-killers for nothing. So, yes, you could say that Lily had been worried for the last few days. Alas, it seemed she was the only one worried about him. Harry himself wasn't taking the danger seriously, totally confident about his competence. Which she might add was annoying instead of reassuring.
The main door to their quarters opened and there he came, the subject of her worry. Totally carefree and with a smile on his lips.
"Why the stinky face, mum?" He asked amusedly as he stopped before her and tilted his head to the side. Lily stared at him. At his beautiful face, at his lovely smile, at his gentle green eyes, and couldn't stop her own lips from spreading in a similar smile.
"Just worried about tomorrow." She mumbled as he settled down beside her on the sofa before lying down, placing his head in her lap with his face up. He rolled his eyes and hummed appreciatively as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Don't be. Everything will be fine." Harry said softly and grabbed her hand, pulling it away from his hair and placing it on his lips. After kissing her knuckles, he let them rest on his chest.
"Easy for you to say." Lily responded tiredly.
Harry frowned and poked her chest, knowing where her nipple was.
"Ah!" Lily gasped at the sudden touch. She shot him a glare but he was busy chuckling.
"Don't be a downer. If you're so worried, I have to distract you." He commented with an innocent smile as he again poked her breast, this time the other nipple. Lily stopped the gasp from escaping her this time. She shouldn't really be surprised by this since his head was in her lap and he had easy access to her chest. She sighed exasperatedly at her son's one-track mind.
"And how will you do that?" She asked, already knowing his answer.
His smile turned into a devilish grin as he sat up and threw his arm around her neck, pulling her close to his side.
"Finally, I thought you'd never ask." He whispered huskily in her ear, his tongue darting out and tracing her earlobe. She shivered at the touch of his wet tongue.
"I still didn't get an answer." She said as his lips found a spot on her neck.
"Oh, you still didn't get it? Well, I have to show you then." He laughed, playing along with her as he brought her idle hand to his crotch.
Lily huffed as her son pressed her palm over the bulge of his trousers. She unzipped it and found his mast in the underwear. She pulled it out while he was still busy kissing her pale neck.
She gently stroked it and felt his breath getting heavier on her neck.
It seemed he wasn't in a patient mood, evident by his next action.
He abruptly stood up and took her hand, hurriedly taking her to her room.
Lily giggled as he shut the door behind them before shoving her towards the bed.
"Hey! Why so rough!" She exclaimed with a grin.
Instead of answering her, he pushed her face down and on her knees on the bed with her arse wiggling in the air.
"Mum, you know how sexy you are! Just looking at you makes me tight in my pants. You really are the most unintentionally seductive woman in the universe." He moaned hoarsely, climbing behind her, as he grabbed her waist and bumped his crotch against her bum.
Lily snickered on the pillow as he continued bumping on her arse, thrusting his pelvis against her backside.
"Haha! What are you doing? Just pull down my jeans and take me. What is with this hitting your hips on my butt?"
"I'm just trying a new thing. You'd too if you could see your perfect round bubbly arse in these tight jeans. I want to enjoy humping on your jeans-clad bum for a few more seconds before thoroughly fucking you." He laughed shamelessly, giving a sharp slap to her arse.
The fabric of the jeans dampened the impact, but Lily still yelped.
Then his hand sneaked around her waist and he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before slowly pulling it down, taking his time as he revealed her voluptuous derriere.
When the jeans was down to her knees and he had taken enough time to admire her arse, he quickly took off her jeans and put it aside.
Without wasting any second, he placed his palms over her arse and pulled apart her cheeks before diving in.
"Oh, Harry!" Lily squealed as he buried his face in her cleft, kissing her translucent knickers. Her big round cheeks pressed on either side of his face as he rubbed his nose up and down her arse.
Lily moaned and clenched her butt cheeks reflexively, coincidentally squeezing his face.
Harry was in heaven as her softness enveloped his sight, as the burning heat of her skin warmed his face. And there was this peculiar scent that inflamed his lust. He clutched her big but firm arse cheeks and nuzzled along the line of her underwear, feeling the texture of the silky fabric and the heat wafting from her skin. He hooked his finger under her underwear and tugged it down before taking it off, leaving her bare from the waist down. He pressed his lips on her right arse cheek, kissing it, nibbling, and slathering it with his spit. He moved his face around, kissing and slobbering her round flesh. Then he attacked her other arse cheek and did the same, his tongue sliding over the soft warm skin of her round flesh. When he pulled his face back, her arse cheeks were wet with his saliva with red lip imprints wherever he had kissed her skin a little too hard.
Unceremoniously, he lost his clothes and rubbed his throbbing thickness between her thighs, along the line of her pussy. She trembled, heaving and panting, her hips quivering with want. Harry took his length and led it to her wet entrance.
"Mum, you know, if you weren't mine but someone's other, I still would have taken you. I'd have bent you down and fucked you raw not caring for your consent. Because sometimes I'm in these moods where all I want to do is shag you senseless. You make me feel like a beast in heat. Where all I want to do is touch your divine body. Where all I care about is the thrill and the pleasure of plundering your body. You are mine. Your curvaceous, one-of-a-kind body is mine. Your beautiful and pure love is mine. Your big bouncy arse is mine. Your round amazing breasts are mine. Your pink pouty lips are mine. Your silky red hair is mine. Your everything is mine. Even your soul. And in return for all these possessions, I am yours. My everything is yours." Harry growled like a beast and fed his dick into her crevice, groaning as her burning walls engulfed his pulsating cock, as her pussy clamped around his girth.
"Oh, Harry, my baby." Lily hissed, pressing her face into the pillow as he entered inside her, spreading her, stretching her.
When he was hilt deep into her, he grabbed her red hair with one hand while his other one wrapped around her waist. He then pulled her. Lily gasped as she was pulled away from the comfort of the pillow. She was forced to arch her back as he brought her head towards his. She turned her face to see his lust-filled blazing eyes. She smiled when his lips smashed against hers, hungrily moving over her mouth, and met his excited tongue's embrace with her own. And slowly he began thrusting into her. Lily groaned in his mouth, gulping down their assimilated saliva before continuing their kiss and producing more.
Harry held her by her red hair and by her slim waist as he plunged his wanting cock into her core, as he ravaged her inner chambers, stopping her from falling on her face with each strike, as each clap of his hips on her butt sent her jerking forward. Her arse cheeks rippled and shook as his pace turned fast and quick. His hand left her waist, sliding on her warm soft skin, moving up before groping her swaying tits, his fingers digging in the mounds, squeezing it, pinching it all the while Lily whimpered in his mouth.
Harry's movements turned languid and slow as he spurted inside her, despoiling her pussy walls. Lily too climaxed from the constant pleasure, moistening his cock.
But instead of slowing down and getting soft, Harry regained his pace and remained hard. He fucked her faster and rougher than before. And this time he lasted a bit longer before his cock sprayed its juices, filling her womb to the brim. As their lips parted and their eyes opened, with lips bruised red and spittle running down their chins, his cock softened and slipped out. Harry let her fall forwards facedown sluggishly with her bum still swaying in the air and his seeds spilling down her vagina. He couldn't help but stare at her other slightly darker hole which winked at him. As he leered at her rosebud.
He ran his fingers on her arse before rubbing his middle finger on her anus.
Lily stiffened and froze as her son spread her arse and slowly slipped his middle finger inside her butt. He was an inch inside before Lily interrupted.
"Harry, no. It feels weird and uncomfortable." She said.
Harry immediately stopped it and rolled her over so she was laid on her back. He lay on top of her naked body and began kissing her lovingly. Their lips locked sensually as their mouths opened and their tongues joined in the fun. As he disconnected the kiss, he moved beside her and lay on the side in a relaxed posture. Lily smiled fondly as he placed his face on her chest before latching onto a nipple and feeding from it gently. She stifled a moan as the tingly sensation in her chest became stronger as she lactated and he suckled on her teat, drinking her natural milk. Honestly, this was one of her favourite moments after sex when she would breastfeed him. It was quite a deep and touching moment as he cutely fed from her chest. Though it was far from innocent, evident by his other hand which was fondling her idle breast, pinching and rolling her stiff nipple between his fingers. She giggled, pulling him close and pressing his body to her side so he was resting half on her.
"You know what, sweetie, if you come out without even a scratch from the first task then I'll be up for experimenting with your sudden interest in my bumhole. How about that?" She asked, pulling him up and nuzzling his face with hers.
Harry shot her a confident grin and kissed her deeply, surprising her with the suddenness.
"Fine. Now I have to do it just to taste your arse. I'm salivating just from the thought of digging your bum with my tongue. I wonder why I haven't done it already." Harry said thoughtfully, almost dreamily.
Lily scrunched her nose and decided to use some sanitary spells to clean her passage. It won't do to have anal sex when there might be shite inside her.
She shivered in disgust. No, it definitely won't do.
Lily couldn't help but stare in awe as Harry fought against the dragon. True to his earlier confidence, he easily bested the dragon, he moved quickly and elegantly all the while showering the dragon with harmless but distracting spells. Just as he reached the egg, the dragon spewed its mighty flames. Her heart jumped into her throat as Harry was enveloped by the fire. But she heaved a sigh of relief when he came out unhurt from the Dragonfire, a golden dome of magic protecting him. He then easily picked up the egg and ran away towards the exit, nimbly dodging each strike from the dragon's spikey tail.
She stood up and walked towards the champion's tent where he was. She had a wide proud smile on her face as she marched towards her destination. But someone else had already beaten her in reaching him first.
Harry was laughing and spinning Luna around as she clung to his neck, giggling and hugging him. She smiled at their precious friendship and approached them. The other champions' too were surrounded by their family and friends.
As soon as Harry saw her, he gently placed Luna on the ground and jogged towards her before wrapping her tightly in his arms and almost picking her up in his excitement. She laughed heartily and hugged him back. He was almost her height now, just one or two inches shorter than her. She smiled as he pulled back and gave her his trademark lopsided grin.
"Didn't I say I will take care of it? And I do want that reward tonight." He said, pulling her close and putting his arms around the curve of her waist so they were pressed close even when not hugging.
"I'm a woman of my word, sweetie. You can do whatever you want." She chuckled, cupping his face and giving a quick peck on his lips which might look very intimate but wouldn't be considered sexual by the others watching them. It would just show how close they were which honestly at this point was already known to everyone.
Chapter 20
Once When I Was Buggering Mum
The evening drew close. There was a small celebration in Ravenclaw tower for his brilliant performance in the first task. Harry was bombarded with praise and congratulations. However, it became weary soon enough and he took Luna back to his old room(since now he lived in his mother's quarters) where they had their own tiny celebration. The handmade necklace of Luna was far more precious to him than all the other things which were being offered down in the common room. She received a tight hug and a cheek kiss in thanks.
But even that was done and the dinner was onto them. The two best friends had dinner in the Great Hall and easily ignored the many stares that they received.
Finally, Harry got some free time to visit his mum after that. She wasn't in the living room of her quarters. He found her in the small kitchen. She was leaning over the stove, adjusting the frying pan. She perked up at his arrival and graced him with a wide smile.
"I'm making special pancakes for you." She said, pointing to the frying pan.
"I can see that. Though I'm not sure how much I can eat since I just had dinner." Harry replied, walking up to her and looking at the food.
She shrugged, her loose robe slipping down her one shoulder, baring the top half of her right breast. "I just wanted to make something for you. It's not like it will be spoiled if not eaten immediately. You can have it tomorrow if there is no more space in your tummy for your mum's lovely food."
Harry rolled his eyes at her dramatic sad pout and took her in his arms. "Fine, I'll bloat my stomach with your 'lovely' food. Happy?"
"Very." She giggled, pressing her face in the crook of his neck. Harry breathed in her scent. She smelled so temptingly sweet and chocolatey. The sizzling of the pancake took her attention back and she reluctantly pulled away from his embrace, focussing on the food. It gave Harry some time to silently admire her as he stood behind her.
She was wearing a loose purple robe that only went down to her mid-thighs, showing the rest of the shapely milky legs. Her red hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders in many curls. Harry was also pretty sure that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the layer. Maybe only her knickers. Not that he couldn't just check it. He gripped the helm of her robe and pulled it up, past her curvy arse and up to her slim waist.
No, she wasn't even wearing her underwear.
"Really, Harry? Is that how you treat your mother? Should you even leer at your mother's bottom like that?" She complained mockingly, not even turning back, still busy with the food.
Harry chuckled, pulling down his trousers and pants and closing in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Hmmm." She smirked as Harry's naked crotch pressed into her butt, his boner deeply snuggling between her cheeks, the heat of his skin washing over hers.
"Does my mother want to be leered at by me?" He asked huskily, nibbling on her exposed shoulder.
"She indeed wants her son's attention. She was feeling quite lonely throughout the day when he didn't come to visit right away." She sighed in a singsong voice as he untied the ribbon of her robe and slipped his hands over her tits. He squeezed them, digging his fingers into her flesh, receiving a moan in return.
"Aw. Don't worry, mum. I'll give you all of my attention." Harry smiled, kissing her cheek and tugging down her robe. She took out her arms from the sleeves and the robe gathered around her waist where their bodies were presently pressed. Harry stepped back for a moment, already missing her softness and warmth, letting the cloth pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it and Harry picked it up before depositing it on the chair.
He whistled as his gaze followed up her toned legs and rested on her plump arse before it moved over to her back and gorgeous hair. Taking off his shirt, he approached her totally naked.
She didn't protest when he slid inside her with a grunt. She braced herself on the counter and let out a brief laugh which faded into moans as he began pumping into her. "Just a hint of my skin is enough to get you in the mood. I am rather proud of that."
"Not just that. Even your face gets me in the mood. Have I ever told you how you are the sexiest woman on earth?" Harry grinned, burying his face in her hair and moving his hips languidly, enjoying every inch of her depth, basking in her inner heat and tightness. His arms were coiled around her figure, sparing only her arms so she could continue cooking.
"Only every day." She smiled, biting her lip as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. "And I'm done with the pancakes."
"Great! Turn off the stove."
"Sure. But why–"
She didn't get to finish her sentence. He pushed down her shoulders, bending her over the counter. Understanding his intention, she folded her hands and laid down her chin on them.
He gripped her waist and pulled her back so her arse was perfectly levelled with his crotch. Then he began slamming on her bum with quick and fast thrusts, her round flesh rippling with each slap of his hips.
She screamed along with him as a hot burning feeling rose in her gut, his robust fucking pulling it out from deep inside her. Her screams were abruptly cut off by a loud sigh of pleasure as her climax shook her to the core. She slumped down on the counter and a few thrusts later, Harry followed her, emptying the tension of his balls, cumming inside her.
"That was fun." He mumbled sluggishly as he pressed his face in her hair.
"It was. Now get off me so we can eat the pancakes." She replied softly from where she was panting on her hands. Harry obliged and with a groan pulled back, taking out his semi-hard cock from her dripping quim.
She grunted and stood straight, flexing her waist. She scrunched her nose at the sperms gathering on the floor. "We made a mess. Like always. Let me clean it and then take a quick shower. You, help yourself with the pancakes. Don't eat it all though."
Saying that she vanished the white stain on the floor and started for the bathroom.
"Okay, mum. Don't forget to clean your arsehole. It might see some use tonight." Harry agreed, taking the opportunity to slap her butt as she passed by him.
She just rolled her eyes, her lips curving in a fond smile. "Yes, yes. I remember your reward. Go to the bedroom. I'll be there shortly."
Harry nibbled on the sweet pancake as he sat on the bed, patiently waiting for his mum. He thought deeply about how he would proceed tonight. Directly taking her arse didn't seem right. He nodded to himself. Foreplay would be needed to make her relax. It was the first time she would have anal intercourse after all. And he wasn't a savage who only cared for his pleasure. He couldn't deny that he was excited, too excited to take his mother's anal virginity. There was just something so possessive inside him that basked in the knowledge that no one had ever gone in her arse and no one ever will, except him that is.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when the goddess herself stepped inside the room. She wasn't wearing anything and her perfect breasts swayed with her each step. Her red hair was a little wet, a few curls clinging to the side of her face. She smiled at him, seeing that he too was fully naked and prepared for the night.
Harry placed the platter full of pancakes on the bedside table and got out of bed.
She smirked as he slinked towards her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her figure.
Without saying a word, he cupped her face and began kissing her. She hummed in the back of her throat as her own lips moved feverishly over his.
He pulled her tight against his chest and she readily moulded into his embrace. She sighed in pleasure as his hands dipped lower and cupped her rear. Her own hands snaked around his neck and she did her best to press into him as close as she could, to feel his heartbeat on her own chest, to drown in his scent and warmth of his flesh. Their tongues hugged each other lewdly, secreting saliva which they eagerly gulped down.
Their eyes were half-lidded and their lips were cherry red when they pulled back, spittle running down their chins. Harry grabbed her arm and led her towards the bed, on which they then climbed and moved to the centre.
"Lie down and lay still." He commanded and Lily followed. She sprawled down on her back with a teasing smile, stretching her body in such a way that it drew his eyes to her curves. Harry chuckled and sat on her hips.
"I haven't gotten a chance to have my daily fill of your milk." He grinned and leaned over, his cock dragging against her groin as his head moved closer to her chest.
"Then have it, son. Mommy has enough milk to satisfy you." She giggled, gripping her one tit and beckoning him to latch onto it. That was what he did. His one hand fondled her other teat while with his second hand, he held onto her breast on which he was feasting.
He suckled on her big swollen nipple, guzzling down her natural sweet milk. His boner in the meanwhile was quivering with lust. The taste of her milk, the softness, and the heat of her skin just inflamed the need for some fucking.
He decided to release some tension from his hard rock cock. He pulled back a little, ceasing the nursing and grabbing both of her breasts. She gave him a quizzical look at the sudden change. Then her eyes widened and she groaned when he started squeezing her boobs systemically.
White milk spurted out from her nips, overflowing on her round flesh.
"Hng… what are you… doing?" She asked dubiously as the white milk dripped down her mounds and filled up her cleavage.
"Moistening your tits. I have heard that milk is a good moisturiser." He responded, grinning lewdly as he played with nipples and voluptuous breasts, enjoying the view of her wet chest.
When he was sure that he had spilled enough milk on her curves, he changed the position. He sat just below her chest, grabbed the two peaks, and pushed his dick between them.
Lily giggled as her son's boner found itself entrapped between the valley of her breasts. "So you wanted a smooth and wet boobjob. Go on then, I'll do you one better. I'll keep my mouth open and you can have both boobjob and blowjob."
Saying that she shifted a little so her neck was supported by the bed's headrest.
"Brilliant." Harry moaned as he looked at his mother's wide-open mouth and pink tongue. His cock twitched excitedly and he followed this urge. He held her tits by his fingers and thrust his rod between them. It wasn't anything like her pussy but the thought of rutting between the two mounds covered with milk made his pleasure skyrocket. And then when his tip entered her hot mouth and she blew on it, it was as good as sex. Not really but at that moment it felt like that.
But as soon as he felt he was near his climax, he toppled beside her and sat with his back pressed against the wooden headrest.
"Take it in your mouth, mum." He requested, huffing and puffing, his face pink and scrunched from pleasure. He drew in his knees and spread his legs on either side so she would be able to move her head down there.
Lily quickly sat up and lowered her head between his legs. She swallowed his towering cock and bobbed her head up and down.
Harry, not being able to control himself, laced his fingers in her auburn hair, gripped her head, and started face-fucking her.
Lily spluttered and gagged as his cock was shoved in and out of her throat mercilessly. Tears welled up in her eyes and spit streamed down the corner of her mouth. She could taste her own milk as he held her head in a fixed place and thrust it into her mouth madly. This wasn't the first time Harry had taken control and treated her like a commodity in the heat of the moment. But these instances were so few that Lily didn't mind them much. While she didn't particularly like getting her mouth insistently slapped by his balls, she could ignore it if her son felt so good doing that.
A couple of thrusts later, he pushed deep down, mashing her face with his groin, and emptied his balls. His cum spurted down her throat, falling directly into her stomach.
With a mighty groan, he pulled out and slumped back against the headrest, his cock now finally flaccid.
Lily gratefully breathed in the air and wiped her face. "Really, Harry, was that necessary?"
He gave her his cute embarrassed smile which took away all of her minor annoyance. "Sorry, mum."
She shook her head and laid down back on her side. It was just not fair that she couldn't get angry at him.
They both remained silent, relaxing after the intense event.
Though the silence eventually was broken by him. "It's time for the main event."
"Main event? My arse, a main event? I don't know whether to laugh or roll my eyes." She sighed, her lips twitching from amusement.
"Do whatever, just change the position and lay down on your stomach. Here, put this pillow under your stomach so your bum will be elevated."
"Fine." She grumbled half-heartedly and rolled over her stomach and stuffed the pillow beneath her tummy.
Harry took a moment to ogle at her backside. He couldn't help but think that she had the best arse in the universe. It was big and yet firm and its roundness and shape were just so sexy.
An idea struck him and his lips spread in a leery smile. He took the chocolate pancake in his hand and crushed it between his fingers. Then he sat on her hips and spread the gooey particles of pancake on her butt.
"Whoa, what's that?"
"Pancake."
"What! Pancake?"
"Pancake."
"Damn it, Harry! Don't waste my food on your sexual fantasies."
"Fine. I used only one."
"Good. Don't waste any more of it."
"Okay."
That's what Harry did. He covered her round cheeks with the syrupy goodness and left parts of the pancake on her bum. He didn't spare her holes, he covered them with the mashed pancake, with the crumbs.
"Food time." Harry chuckled and started slobbering her arse cheeks. He licked her skin and ate the pancakes from her butt. He aggressively sucked the syrup from her butt and in a few minutes, her cheeks were totally clean of any syrup or food particles. Although they were wet from his spit.
Only her holes were left. He buried his mouth in her arsehole and licked it clean and swallowed the food. Then he did the same with her pussy.
Lily was slowly moaning his name as he kissed and snogged her sensitive areas.
But even when he was done cleaning her up, he continued eating her arse. He spread her cheeks and prodded her arsehole with his tongue.
Lily shook from pleasure and tried to move but he was sitting firmly on her hips, keeping her in place. She bit her tongue when he inserted three fingers in her fanny while still eating her arse. She trembled and groaned as her son stimulated both of her holes. A couple of minutes later, she came, not being able to resist Harry's masterful fingering. It wasn't a surprise though. They both were intimately familiar with each other's bodies.
She gasped when he slowly slid the same wet finger down her bumhole. She winced, not exactly liking the sensation of her arse getting fingered. At least his finger was lubricated. That was how the next minutes passed, Lily feeling uncomfortable and Harry gently fingering her virgin hole.
When Harry was sure that she was properly stretched and lubricated, he covered his eager dick in her juices, from the head to the hilt. He spread her butt and lined his cock at the stupidly small hole.
"I'm going in." He muttered. Lily grimaced but didn't protest when his bulbous head forced open her arse. She buried her face in the pillow as he gently and slowly spread her hole, as he steadily penetrated her. She bit back a scream when she felt her arse would tear apart. Such was the pain. It was like she was a virgin once again. She didn't enjoy it. At least Harry stopped when he was buried deep into her.
He moaned as her insides clenched around his girth. It was just so incredible. This tightness and heat were on a whole other level. And the sight of her butt cheeks tensing and relaxing every second sent a thrill of pleasure through his spine. It was one of the most beautiful things to see, her perfect big inverted heart-shaped arse cheeks clenching and unclenching.
He rested when he was hilt-deep inside her, letting her get used to the intrusion and taking his time to ogle at her trembling arse cheeks.
"I'm moving." He whispered after a minute. He braced himself, placing his hands on the curve of her waist and digging his knees on the mattress, on either side of her hips.
Lily grunted in response. That's all she could do. She didn't understand how anyone could enjoy this torturous buggering. Harry pulled halfway out and then pushed back in. Slowly and tenderly, knowing that she was hurting. He controlled his beast-like instincts to abandon the gentle way and fuck her arse fast and rough.
The first few minutes of the anal intercourse were torture for both, Harry and Lily. For her because it was painful and uncomfortable. For him because it was getting impossible to keep going on slowly and tenderly.
But soon, miraculously, Lily's pain and uncomfortableness ebbed away, giving rise to, not exactly a toe-curling pleasure, but hints of pleasure.
"You can go a little faster, darling." She mumbled, trying to relax her inner passage.
After that, the sex was a little more fun and rewarding. Harry thrust into her rhythmically, moaning and groaning. Lily too wasn't absolutely silent now. Screams and mewls of pleasure escaped her though there were still a few painful grunts and gasps mixed in once in a while.
All in all, their first anal sex was okay, not fantastic but neither a disaster.
Thankfully, their second anal intercourse was more than pleasurable.
Harry was lying on his back and Lily was riding him, her hands placed on his chest and her lips mingling with his. She moaned as she moved her arse, taking his cock in and out of her butt. She smiled when he wrapped his arm around her and grabbed onto her arse cheeks, spreading them, squeezing them. Yes, the second bout was far better than the first.
Harry was satisfied with his reward.
Chapter 21
Once When I Was Rejected
"Mum, I have to find a date for the Yule ball." That was the first thing Harry said after he came back into their quarters and stepped into her bedroom.
She was sitting in front of the mirror, in her loose black gown, brushing her long red hair and staring at her reflection.
"No, I'm not going to be your date." Lily said before he could even ask. She chuckled, looking at the reflection of his dumbfounded face.
"Why?" He whined, as he walked up to her and leaned down, placing his chin on her unoccupied shoulder, the other one being taken by her long flowing hair.
"Because if you take your own mother to the Ball, everyone will make fun of you. And it might also rouse scandalous rumours. You're becoming overly affectionate with me in public." She giggled as he wrapped his arms around her middle, burrowing his face in her neck childishly.
"Fuck them! I don't care. I want you to be my date so I can dance with my pretty mum all night." Harry whispered defiantly on her pale neck before placing a wet kiss.
She shivered as his lips worked on her skin. "Oh, my lovely little knight, you don't need a Ball to dance with me. We can do it now if you want."
He considered her offer before dismissing it. While he was in the mood to dance, it was not the usual type of dance. No, what he wanted to do was quite more exciting and fun than a mere dance.
"I'm not exactly your little knight anymore. I'm as tall as you." Harry protested, not minding it, but just wanting to banter.
"You'll always be my little knight. No matter what." She laughed sweetly, still combing her hair.
Harry adjusted his face so half of it was pressed against her cheek, and stared into the mirror. "Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"
"Just a few seconds ago." She smirked as his wandering hands tugged down her sleeves until her breasts spilled out of her garment.
She wasn't wearing a bra. She rarely did here in her quarters.
He gently gathered her straight red hair and let it fall behind her, baring her left breast that had been hidden underneath the mass of hair.
His arms slid under her armpits and his palms spread over her tits. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently.
Lily sighed in pleasure, the tingle in her nipples growing as he kneaded her mounds. She pressed her back against him and stared at their reflection, as her son fondled her chest. She raised another good point. "And if you do take me to the Ball, what happens to Luna? Do you think anyone other than you'll take her for the special event?"
She saw his grimace and knew she succeeded in establishing her point.
"Fine. You're right. I can't leave Luna alone on Christmas. But promise me that you won't dance with anyone but me."
She laughed softly, caressing his face. "I'm yours, sweetie. You don't need to be so insecure. Though I don't see how dancing with anyone should trigger your territorial instincts."
"I just don't want anyone's grubby hands on you. Not even on the small of your back. If that happens, I might just need to kill the other party. Only I'm allowed to touch you and vice versa." Harry joked, nibbling on her smooth neck and rubbing his thumbs under her stiff nubs.
"That's a bit extreme, don't you think?" said Lily.
"Maybe. But it is what it is. I don't like the thought of anyone touching you. It makes me feel all queasy and uncomfortable. It makes me want to throw up." He responded truthfully, his lips sliding up from her neck and onto her cheek.
"Alright. I won't dance with anyone but you." She smiled exasperatedly, finding his childish possessiveness cute. Though it wasn't a new thing. He always had been possessive. Which was fine since that was the way she had raised him. All their life before Hogwarts, they only had each other. And it was quite understandable for him to think that she belonged to him as she had always told him in a loving tone.
"Thank you!" Harry exclaimed in joy, kissing the corner of her lips and pinching her nipples. She gasped at the sudden sting of pleasure, rolling her eyes at his playful smirk.
"Do you want to take this further? Or are you just teasing me?" She asked, shaking her tits and loving the way his eyes glued to them and his fingers dug into them.
Harry, in response, dropped his arms from her tits and to around her waist and pulled her up on her feet.
"Wha—" She uttered dubiously.
Harry picked the chair from underneath her and placed it before her. "Put your hands on it and lean down on it, mum. I'm not teasing. I want to fuck you while we stare into the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you moan my name."
Lily laughed at this, following his wish and bending down, pushing her arse against his hips, feeling his already hard dick. She smirked at his gasp, wiggling her butt, rubbing up and down his crotch.
He grabbed the hem of her gown from down her ankle and threw it up her back, baring her legs and arse. He pulled down her knickers and took the opportunity to press his nose into her crevice and take a deep sniff.
Lily trembled and complained, his warm breath blowing over her pussy. "Don't act like a dog!"
He snickered and lowered his own trousers and underwear, his shaft springing out and smacking her bare butt. He pushed it on her cleft, through her arse cheeks, slowly moving it up and down, between her plump buns.
Lily groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than his cock inside her. "Harry! Just shove it in."
He kneaded her round butt cheeks, smirking as he slid his dick up between them. Just before she could complain again and call him out on his teasing, he pushed his erection into her burning crevice, drawing out a sweet loud moan from her pretty mouth.
"Harrryyy!"
The way she cried his name broke his restraints. He pushed forward until he was wholly inside her, within the familiar inner chamber of her core, with her wet hot walls grasping his throbbing member. Her pussy fit him like a glove after the number of times they had fucked.
He grunted, heaving as her tightness threw a hazy screen of lust over his mind. Then he slowly pulled halfway out before slamming back in, making the chair on which she was leaning falter, making her arse jiggle.
As the pleasure coursed through him and the need to rut overtook him, he wound his arms around her delicate waist and stooped over her, until his face was beside her ear and his chest flushed against her back.
He looked into the mirror with his cock buried in his mum's pussy. He found her glassy gaze in the reflection. He held her tightly in his arms and began thrusting into her rapidly.
She screamed wantonly, her breasts swaying like a leaf through a storm, as her whole body shook after each slap of his hips on her butt. Somehow the chair didn't tumble from beneath her and she stood bent over it while her son fucked her fast and hard, sending pleasure rippling through her like a stone in the pond.
She just gazed into the mirror, staring at her little knight who was too busy ploughing into her, too taken with her oscillating breasts, and damn too busy with turning her neck red with his lips.
Soon the night of the Yule Ball was upon them.
Harry was dressed in rich silky blue dress robes which his mother had chosen for him.
"How do I look?" He asked after Lily was done helping him dress.
She smoothed his hair and cupped his face, her green eyes shining proudly. "Like the most beautiful boy on the planet. I'm resisting the urge to jump you."
He chuckled shyly as she gave him a loud kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, mum. Do you need me to stay and wait for you?"
Lily was still not ready, just wearing a loose bathrobe after she had taken a shower earlier.
She shook her head with an excited smile. "No, Harry. You go and check up on Luna. We'll meet in the Great Hall. This will allow me to surprise you with the choice of my dress. I promise you that you'll want to bone me at the first sight. And I'm predicting no sleep tonight. I just know you won't let me rest and will leave me tired and bow-legged."
She giggled at his dreamy look, offering another kiss, but this time on the lips.
"Well, I'm eager. Just to confirm, you won't come naked, would you? Because I don't think anything can top that. You're most beautiful when you are wearing nothing." He grinned, closing his arms around her waist and giving her arse a squeeze.
She chuckled, mashing her mouth on his and engaging him in a long lewd kiss that left a trail of spit down their chin.
Lily felt his gaze on her cleavage and saw that his hands were moving to rip off her robe.
She stepped back. "Go, Harry. Don't tempt me to skip the Ball."
He grouched and went away after smacking her bum.
She rolled her eyes fondly. "Harry and his obsession with slapping my butt."
Chapter 22
Once When I Was Dancing
Harry smiled amusedly as Luna stepped into the hallway from the Ravenclaw common room, her eyes brightening as they met his.
She skipped over to him.
"You look lovely." He said, grabbing her shoulders and giving her a once-over.
She was wearing a pretty blue dress and had her honey-blonde hair curled around her wand on top of her head. Peculiar small radish earrings hung down her earlobes. And she hadn't deigned to put on any makeup to look extra special like every other girl.
"Thank you. You look lovely too." She smiled innocently while he made a face at being called lovely.
Rolling his eyes at her—unable to tell if she was being clueless or witty—he offered his elbow. "Let's go."
She immediately latched onto him, linking her elbow with his and humming happily as they strolled towards the Great Hall.
Even Harry, who was truly smitten with his mother, couldn't deny that the French champion looked radiant in her sparkling silver dress tonight.
Fleur Delacour offered him a friendly smile as she noticed his curious gaze.
Harry returned the gesture and moved inside the Great Hall behind the other champions once Professor McGonagall allowed them.
His gaze instantly snapped over to the staff table where his mum was standing with the other professors.
It was difficult not to stare at her.
She was wearing a purple gown that unashamedly accentuated her curves. And it was sleeveless too, allowing a great deal of flesh to be displayed. Her pale shoulders were bare, and her neckline showed more than just a little cleavage. If that wasn't enough, the gown was skin tight around her torso and butt before flaring into an ankle-length skirt.
The gown proudly presented her hourglass figure, pulling no punches in exhibiting her large bust and equally large behind.
He wasn't the only one staring at her; hundreds of boys and girls furtively sneaked glances at her. And with her bright red hair spiralling into a crown atop her head, she didn't look any less than a queen.
Luna squeezed his arm, pulling him from his observation.
He gave her a thankful nod, not wanting to make a fool of himself by tripping on the steps.
Reaching the raised platform where the professors and the champions were to be seated, he moved towards the chair beside his mum. He placed a kiss on her cheek before taking his seat, making her smile broadly.
"You look too good, mum." He grinned, sneaking his hand under the table and putting it over her knee.
The texture of the purple gown was thin and silky, and he could almost believe he was touching her bare skin instead of through the gown.
"I can say the same for you two." She said, looking at them adoringly, hiding a smirk when he dragged his palm up and gave her meaty thigh a squeeze.
Luna shook her head. "I look cute, Professor. But you look sexy. Why, if I wasn't a girl, I'd have asked you out. Hmm, and the feel of your big boobies on my face would've been... pleasant. Yes, pleasant indeed."
The others at the table cringed and blushed, while Lily and Harry just chuckled, used to her antics.
"Thank you for the compliment, dear." Lily said, leaning over and lightly patting her head, careful not to mess up her quirky hairdo.
Harry wasn't sure if that move was intentional, because as she leaned sideways towards him since he was sitting between his mum and Luna, her breasts pressed on his chest, and the dizzying scent of vanilla made him instantly pop a boner.
He discreetly adjusted his length, resisting the urge to pull her on his lap and allow her to grind her delicious arse over his erection.
With the way she was smiling, she was aware of his lustful thoughts.
The dinner was spent talking about the tasks, with the other three champions butting in to give their own opinions.
Cedric's and Krum's glances over his mum's cleavage didn't go unnoticed by him. But he reminded himself that she had dressed up for him. So unless anyone tried to touch her, they could keep on staring like brainless trolls. He wouldn't mind much.
As Dumbledore led Headmistress Maxime down the table and towards the expanded dance floor, he took Luna's arm and followed after him.
He snickered silently as they danced off-tune. It was a slow song, but Luna was having none of it, swirling around him like a spinning top, oblivious to the exasperated and condescending looks she was receiving.
At one point, she became too dizzy to keep revolving around him. So he pulled her into his arms and placed a kiss on top of her head. "Break?"
She nodded in his chest, and he led her to the tables sprawled at the edge of the dance floor.
"I'll be reading. Dance with Professor Potter as much as you want." Luna said, pulling out a bright pink tome from her bottomless purse.
He wondered what book it was.
Offering her a nod and a fond kiss on the cheek, he hurried back to the head table where his mum was sitting alone, gently rejecting the brave ones who thought they could dance with her.
Fucking fools. His mum was his and no one else's.
"May I have this dance, Madame?" He asked, presenting his arm and giving her an exaggerated bow.
She let out a small chuckle and clasped his hand. "You may, good sir."
It was soft and warm, just like every inch of her body.
The sea of dancing students parted for them, and the two found a small space on the dance floor for themselves.
Her arms looped around his neck while he placed his hands on her sides.
Without another word, she embraced him, and they began moving in tune with slow music.
Her breasts were firmly squashed against his chest. And her stiff nipples poked him, confirming his assumption of her bra-lessness.
"Mum." He whispered, inhaling her vanilla scent, his grip tightening on her waist as she placed her chin over his shoulder and exhaled in his ear.
"Yes?"
He could hear her smirk.
"What will be everyone's reaction if I turn you around and bend you? What will they say if I rip your dress off and take you right here and now?" His tone was husky with arousal, and his hands moved from her waist to her back, resting just above the curve of her arse.
"You may get a minute before the professors pull you away from me. I'm sure many students will be delighted to see me getting fucked; they will revel in the opportunity to see me in that improper state. Even if the one fucking me is you and not them. But I'm afraid you won't get enough time to reach climax." She giggled in his ear, her thumbs rubbing the skin on the back of his neck, making him stifle a shiver. "Do you want to do that, baby? We can blame it on some unknown stranger dosing you with love potion. We can probably get away with it. So, tell me? Do you want to impale me right here and now before hundreds of witnesses?"
His erection throbbed against her thigh.
It was good that he had foreseen this and already arranged his cock in a way that wouldn't look conspicuous.
"I'm surprised I'm even humouring this idea, considering how possessive I am." He mumbled on her neck, the tips of his fingers almost touching the swells of her arse.
Almost.
"Maybe the thrill of this risky idea is compromising with your possessiveness." She murmured, her lips touching his earlobe and her warm breath washing over his skin.
He imagined it.
The confused silence as he pushed her down on all fours right on the dance floor, the crowd of dancers instinctively stepping away to give them space. He envisioned the horrified and hungry gazes of others as he roughly tore off her clothes, leaving her perfect, curvaceous body bare for everyone's bewitched eyes.
He imagined his mum moaning at the rough treatment and everyone's surprised gasps as he penetrated her in one push, her hot inner walls welcoming him warmly, having already been reshaped by his cock.
Then he pictured the pandemonium as the two began rutting without a care. Some would scream and cry for the professor's intervention. But some would be enchanted by her sexy body, unable to take their eyes off them.
Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall would pull their wands and separate them, with him barely getting a couple of thrusts in.
His boner trembled against her groin, screaming at him to turn that into reality.
But he had some sense left and he pulled a little away so he could look into her eyes. His mum's emeralds gleamed in challenge, telling him that she was ready for anything. "I… I don't think I can ever allow anyone to see you in your naked glory. That image is mine. You are mine."
Her lips spread in a pleased smile. "And you are mine. I think I'm feeling sick. Will you escort me to the lavatory? It seemed I had too much alcohol."
Harry's eyes widened as she intentionally stumbled towards him.
He caught her and swooped her up in a bridal carry.
The students and the professors gave them worried or jealous looks.
"Mum had too much alcohol. She is very lightweight. I'll carry her to her room." He said to Professor McGonagall and excused himself.
Harry caught many envious looks from boys. He wouldn't be surprised if some of them wanted to change places with him. He wouldn't be surprised if their wildest fantasy was to be Harry Potter so they could fuck Lily Potter.
But their fantasy was his reality.
Ignoring the resentful looks, he left the Great Hall.
"You can open your eyes." He sighed exasperatedly, strolling towards her quarters.
Her amused eyes snapped open and a giggle escaped her. "At this point, I think some of them may be questioning how close we actually are."
"That stunt there definitely didn't help our case." He rolled his eyes.
"I was just excited. It was getting difficult not to kiss you. Come here. We are alone now." She wiggled out of his arms and jumped to her feet, making her tits bounce in her dress.
"Here? In the hallway?" He asked.
"In the broom closet. It's been a while since—" She snapped her mouth shut and simply stepped into the closet, recalling Harry didn't like it when she talked about her physical relationship with another man, even if that man happened to be James.
Due to the narrow space, she pressed her front against the wall. "Take me from behind. I can't wait anymore. Fuck me now."
With her cheek pressed against the wall and her arse pushed back, she looked too excited to control herself until they reached her room.
The narrow closet wasn't even wide enough to move their hips while fucking. Hell, it looked cramped with just her in there.
Still, it wasn't everyday that he got the opportunity to fuck his mum in a broom closet.
His eyes fixed on her plump arse, and he walked into the closet.
"Mmm." She moaned as his crotch pushed against her soft round arse.
Harry winced as he tried to pull back. But there was hardly any space behind him. But it was enough to push up her gown and align his pulsing cock against her weeping entrance.
Closing the closet door, he pushed inside her.
Her insides were just as hot and silky as always.
"Harry!" She groaned, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip.
Only the thin slits in the closet door provided some light, which fell on their bodies.
The closet was dark and dusty, but the warmth of her body and the scent of vanilla overpowered them.
Grabbing around her stomach with one arm and using the other to pin her head on the wall, he pulled back just a little but already hit his butt against the wall behind him.
His cock was hardly halfway out.
"Why did you stop?" She whined, flushed against the wall in front of her.
"Not much space to have full movements."
"I don't care. Just keep moving your hips, Harry." She moaned and pushed her voluptuous arse back, undoing his work, sliding his cock back in her ravenous pussy.
He snorted and started humping, doing it with quick small thrusts.
She moaned and pulled his hand—the one that was on her stomach—onto her breasts. "Grab me. Fuck me. Do it, baby."
He squeezed her tits and stirred her insides, his cockhead nudging her cervix.
The hard, fast movements made beautiful sounds, turning them on.
Slaps slap slap!
Slap slap slap!
Slap slap slap!
"Hmmmmmmmm… Harryyyyyy…"
Her inner walls contracted around his dick and he came with her.
He spurted inside her and held onto the seductive body, his one hand still wedged in her bountiful tits, the other still pinning her head on the wall.
"Let's get to the room and have sex more comfortably. I feel like I can't move." She chuckled.
"Because you can't. Don't move, let me pull out." He shook his head, amazed by his mum's impulsive decision to fuck in the broom closet.
He bent his knees and found an angle to pull out.
As soon as his cock escaped her, she sighed, feeling her son's semen trickling out.
"I'll wait outside." He said and kissed her on the neck.
She moaned and pushed her arse against his crotch.
He was still hard.
"Don't make me fuck you again in this cramped space." He whispered, giving her arse a sharp slap, making them jiggle.
"So rough." She chuckled as he stepped out and closed the door.
"That's how you like it." Harry's muffled voice came through the door.
It didn't take more than a minute to pull up her knickers and redress so as not to look like she just took a cock in her cunt.
"What happened here?" Lily asked dubiously after getting out.
Sprawled on the floor were Severus, Karkaroff, and Moody.
"They tried to attack me." Harry said with an amused grin. "But my invisible arms gave me an upper hand and I easily took them out."
He demonstrated his invisible arms by giving her tits a squeeze.
She squeaked at the suddeness of it. "Not now, Harry. This is a serious matter. And why didn't I hear anything?"
He shrugged. "I applied dozens of protective charms as soon as I saw them approaching. I didn't want to give away your location in case they were after you. And no, they weren't. They seemed desperate to capture me alive for some reason."
Lily wondered if these three were the ones who placed Harry's name in the tournament. Shaking her head, she decided to contact Dumbledore. Everything would be revealed soon anyway.
That night they learnt Voldemort's plan to use Harry's blood to come back. And in his impatience to return, Voldemort changed the date from the 24 June to 25 December. Alas, his minions were unsuccessful in kidnapping Harry which resulted in the arrest of babymort, who was kept alive in a weakened state for unknown reasons.
Unlike the public, Dumbledore revealed the reasons to them, telling them about Horcruxes.
And that was enough for Lily's paranoid self to abandon Hogwarts and lock themselves back again under the wards of Potter Manor.
"We will only go out once Voldemort is truly killed off." She had said the day they returned home.
"You know, I can easily help them with my power." Harry had said, not wanting to be cut off from the world again.
"You can. But you won't. You will obediently remain with me in the safety of our house." She had commanded in an uncompromising tone.
And Harry couldn't go against that, not that he wanted to.
Three years later, Dumbledore will visit the Potter Manor to inform of Voldemort's demise. But by then, Harry and Lily would become too used to living alone together to ever venture out.