Four Months Later
Harry was finally home for the Christmas break, and for the first time in months, he could relax, free from the relentless pace of his NEWT year. More than anything, he had missed his parents—especially his mum. That's why, instead of staying at Hogwarts to continue preparing for the most important exams of his life, he chose to return home for a much-needed reprieve.
"Dinner's ready, sweetie!" His mum's yell comes from downstairs.
Rolling off the bed, he leaves his room and makes his way to the kitchen.
His mum is setting the table as he enters, while his dad lounges in his chair, skimming through the evening edition of the Daily Prophet. On his way to his seat, he casually runs his fingers along her arse, his touch lingering as he subtly gives her bum a squeeze. She doesn't flinch, though she does shoot him an unimpressed look when he drops into his chair with a smirk.
Even in a simple blue dress—far less provocative than the tight booty shorts and crop tops she flaunted during summer break—she's still the embodiment of a sly seductress. Her long crimson hair cascades over one shoulder as she leans in to serve the food. The fabric of her dress strains to contain her full, round breasts, and her intoxicating perfume washes over him like a hypnotic breeze. Her green eyes smirk, while her blood-red lips fight to maintain an innocent, motherly smile.
He wants to fuck her. He wants to fuck her right now. But with his dad sitting just across the table, he reluctantly shifts his gaze away from the temptress and focuses on his meal instead.
It's alright. He'll have his chance.
Since the day he came back, most of his time had been spent pounding her. And yet, they just cannot get enough of each other.
"So, Harry, have you decided what you want to do once you graduate?" His dad's serious question pulls him back to reality.
He chews his food, swallows, and then sets his spoon down before answering. "I want to become an independent researcher, like Mum."
That's what she does; she studies magic. And that sounds like a blast. Of course, he's not choosing that career only because it will allow them to remain practically inseparable forever—though that is definitely a perk. He's genuinely interested in the field. He doesn't have a single favourite subject, and he doesn't want to limit himself to just one. With this career, he can study Potions, Charms, DADA, Runes, and everything else that fascinates him. It would give him the freedom to explore whatever he wants.
"This is the first I'm hearing about this." His mum takes the chair beside him, twisting her upper body to stare at him with a mix of fondness and worry. "Tell me you've thought this through. That it's not just a passing fancy."
She probably assumed he was choosing this career because he's smitten with her—which isn't entirely false, but not the whole truth either.
"I have. Don't worry your pretty head about it."
She grumbles but lets it drop. His dad, however, lowers the Daily Prophet and frowns at him. "But didn't you want to be an Auror?"
"I did, but after seeing how your hours have picked up lately, I decided I want something that doesn't take up all of my time."
His dad's frown deepens. "That's only because I'm going to be promoted to Head of the DMLE. A regular Auror's work hours aren't nearly as demanding."
"Even so, my passion for becoming an Auror has faded."
"But—"
"James," his mum cuts in, her tone fierce. "He doesn't want that. Let it go. I'd rather he pick something less dangerous than being an Auror anyway."
"That's… a good point," his dad concedes with a reluctant nod.
The rest of dinner is filled with lighter conversation.
Afterwards, instead of heading to bed, his dad floos away for a reunion with his old school friends. Apparently, it's been a while since all four have gotten together. Now that his dad finally has time off for Christmas, they can make it happen.
Harry turns in his chair, swallowing the last bite, his eyes locking onto his mum. His gaze is sharp, almost ravenous. She meets it with a predatory gleam, her head cocked slightly, the fervent glow of her green eyes unwavering. Her blood-red lips curve into a wicked, knowing smile, sharp as Death's scythe. Slowly, her hands rise, and with deliberate care, she unbuttons the first three buttons of her blue dress. With each button undone, the fabric parts further, revealing more of her skin, her cleavage inching into view.
Her large, pale breasts, creamy and full, seem to be begging to spill free from the loose fabric. His eyes savour her, breath growing ragged as the pressure builds below, his cock throbbing, trapped beneath the tight constraints of his boxers and jeans.
"Why not just take the dress off?" he mutters, his tongue sliding over his lips, gaze locked on her bewitching chest. His hands twitch with need, wanting to tear her dress open and claim what's beneath.
"Why not undress me yourself?" she taunts, smirking. Her eyes widen as his hand snaps forward like a striking snake, but she jerks back, her chair skidding across the floor. "Impatient, aren't we?"
Harry, done with his meal, rises from his seat without breaking eye contact. She stands as well, her breasts swaying slightly within the confines of her dress. Flicking her crimson hair over her shoulder, she grins up at him as he steps closer.
"Your dad could floo back any moment," she murmurs, her voice low, teasing. "Maybe he forgot something…"
"I don't care." He grips her shoulders, forcing her to thrust her chest out, his cock twitching as her tits jiggle tantalisingly.
"I have to clean the dishes," she replies, her voice husky.
"I don't care." His hands slide down her sides, running along her smooth dress, fingers grazing the soft curves of her side boobs, before wrapping around her waist. With one swift move, he throws her over his shoulder.
"Harry!" She bursts into laughter, her body shaking as he carries her like a sack of potatoes.
Kicking the door to his room open, he tosses her onto the bed, and this time her breasts really spill out from the unbuttoned dress. The voluptuous mounds are an alluring union of sphere and cone, perfectly rounded but having a slight resemblance to rolling hills. Her rosy nipples, stiff and inviting, point proudly towards him.
He strips out of his clothes as she wiggles free of her dress, revealing her bare skin, nothing hidden beneath. She lies back on the bed, legs stretched towards the foot, watching with a leery smirk as he finally pulls off his boxers, his cock springing free, thick and hard.
"My, my, you're still this hard." She grins, cupping one of her breasts, fingers splaying in a futile attempt to hold all of it. "Didn't we already do this ten times today?"
It's true. They had found many opportunities to sneak away for passionate romps. Yet, his cock is glaring at the ceiling as if it hadn't tasted a woman's flesh in years.
"Take it as a compliment, Mum." He climbs onto the bed, straddling her hips while pinning her arms at her sides. "You're so hot I can't not get hard."
She chuckles, playful, letting him press her down beneath him. "Haven't you already corrupted me, sweetie? No need for that silver tongue now."
"I disagree." He lays himself atop her, her pillowy breasts flattening under his chest. He kisses her cheek gently, then drags his tongue along her jaw. "This sweet tongue is meant to worship you."
She pulls him into a fierce kiss, matching his hunger as they devour each other. Her tongue is wet and slippery, her mouth warm and sweet. Her body is a cosy hearth enwrapped in divine skin, and her scent is intoxicating bliss.
He keeps her arms pinned at her sides even as she writhes beneath him. Her nipples poke and graze his chest, sending sparks down his spine. His cock glides along her thigh, and when it slips between her legs and taps her moist core, they both jolt back, their breaths coming out in short puffs.
Wordlessly, he releases her arms and sits up on her hips. He grabs his pulsing cock and rubs it against her wet pussy, smearing it in her juices. With his cockhead painted in his own precum and her fluids, he presses it on her groin and drags it upwards.
She cranes her neck to look at it, mesmerised, as the swollen crown draws a glistening line. It dips into her navel, but that's not the destination, so it continues moving. He drags his cockhead along her stomach, leaving a wet trail, before it slides between her massive breasts. A quick detour allows his cock to kiss her eager nipples, and then it moves again. It rubs along her collarbone, up her neck, and then brushes against her chin.
Finally, he kneels over her head, his cock pressed against her closed mouth. Her plump blood-red lips open a little to latch around the small of his glans. She doesn't put the entire cockhead in her mouth, but only a small section containing his urethra.
She kisses it. She sucks on it, licking it. Lathering it. She slaps his hand away and props her neck awkwardly against the headboard, her fist wrapping around his length. She looks up at him with glowing eyes and opens her mouth more, swallowing half of his member in one go.
Harry moans, not daring to close his eyes, keeping eye contact as she fellates him, her beautiful hot mouth working on him, sliding back and forth; and with each push forward, she swallows more. She drops her hand from his cock and places them on his thighs, signalling him to hammer away.
He braces himself against the headboard, his hands gripping the edge, as he begins thrusting. She gags and drools, grabbing his thighs, as he rams back and forth into her mouth. If not for the pillow between her neck and the headboard, this would've potentially hurt her. But now, it's only mildly uncomfortable.
Her tongue rolls under the side of his cock each time he shoves in, and her pouty lips try to keep him in every time he yanks back.
Push and pull. Push and pull. Push and pull. It becomes a routine. A pleasurable one for Harry, but an inconvenient one for his mum. Soon, the routine is broken. He grunts loudly and bottoms out. She gags and massages his excited cock with her quivering throat. He grinds his sheathed member on her face as he explodes, the shower of his seeds contained within her gullet.
Groaning, he pulls out and stumbles back, getting off her.
His shaft is wet with her saliva, but there's not a drop of semen remaining.
She sits up, her bare breasts heaving as she struggles to compensate her lungs. She coughs and wipes her mouth, gulping down the remains of his essence. "That was quite rough."
"Didn't you say you love rough?" He strokes his half-mast, waiting for it to firm up so he can sink it into her pussy.
"I wasn't complaining." She pushes him on his back, and he lets her take charge. His breath escapes him as she takes his sensitive cock back into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around, hollowing out her cheek, then she sucks on it hard. He moans and gives an instinctive thrust, her attacks on his overly-sensitive glans making him squirm. It doesn't take many seconds before he's sporting a full mast.
Her grin is proud. Throwing her leg over his hips, she takes position. And then she mounts him unceremoniously. With a deft touch, she guides his bulbous glans in, and once the bellend slips inside, she slams herself down, her peach-shaped arse crashing onto him.
He gasps along with her as her inner heat warms him, as her tightness envelops him. He coils his arms around her waist and places his palms on her round cheeks. She shudders on top of him, her hands on his chest as she raises her butt, revealing his cock slick with her love fluids. Then she rams it back in, her arse cheeks jiggling from the impact.
"Easy there," he moans, clutching her toned backside as she starts riding him with abandon, the impact of each downward smack causing a sharp slapping sound.
"Didn't you (groans) say you (groans) love rough?" She repeats his words to him between her moans.
He cannot complain and simply tightens his grip on her as she rains down heavy blows with her majestic rear.
Her crimson hair bounces behind her shoulders. Her green eyes are shut as she aggressively seeks her fill of pleasure. And her irresistible tits shake this way and that. He releases his grip on her waist and cups her breasts instead, loving how magnificent they feel in his hands. He squeezes her tits harder, hard enough that half inch of his fingers digs into her pillowy goodness.
She screams and her movements turn even more feral.
He pants and closes his eyes, focusing only on his sense of touch. A truly difficult task. Her perfume is still just as strong as it tickles his nostrils. And the temptation to watch her tits jump like a pendulum is hard to squash. Not to mention her keening shrieks and the sound of their slapping flesh. Still, he does it. He ignores every other sense and concentrates on the sensations of his skin, on his fingers as he kneads her boobs.
It is hot, burningly so. And the way his cock is suffocated in her cunt is overwhelming. If his body is hot, then hers is an inferno; wherever their skins are in contact, blistering heat emanates. But the hottest feeling comes from his crotch, from his cock. She keeps burying him in the depths of her warm heat, her pussy walls slick and tight. And everytime he spears her, he feels her insides adapting to him, becoming a perfect sleeve for his cock.
His eyes snap open when she comes crashing down again, but this time, she refuses to pull out. She grinds herself tightly, gyrating around his cock, clenching on it.
He grabs her arse and grunts, unable to stop himself, sucked in the whirlpool of pleasure that she created with that just one action. He clings onto her arse cheeks and twitches beneath her, trembling as his cock flings ropes upon ropes of white to paint her inner walls.
She's not far behind and pulls halfway out before hammering down one last time with an ear-splitting scream. She convulses on top of him as her arms give out, as she comes tumbling down.
He hugs her, revelling in her heat and softness as the climax plunges her in the sea of pleasure.
They do not move for the next couple of minutes, enjoying the afterglow, the closeness between their bodies and souls. Then she rolls off him and cuddles into his side.
"Were you serious about becoming an independent researcher?"
He is taken aback by the question. "That came out of left field. But yes, I am serious."
"You're not doing this just because you want to spend more time with me, do you?"
"No. While that is part of it, it's only one reason. I genuinely want to do this."
A smile spreads across her face, and she plants a kiss on his cheek. "Okay."
"I look forward to calling you 'Professor,' Mum. Or would you prefer 'Mistress'?"
She cracks up before crawling back to his crotch. She holds his soft cock and peers up at him. "Professor will suffice. You think you can get it up one more time?"
"I'm sure you can suck some life into it."
She grins slyly and gets to work.
A.N. I heard your complaints and realised chapter 3 was too abrupt to end on. So here it is, the final ending.
Beta'd by Red Renera, S2e612, and Deathkyle