My frist story on here, I'd like to note that all characters and scene in the story belong to J.K Rowling and that no money is being made from this its for pure enjoyment. Also like to note that all characters engaging in sexual play are show as 18 and/or over.

Hug

'Well… aren't you going to give me a hug, Mother?' Tom asked quietly

Merope had jumped a little she didn't hear him come in to her bedroom. "Oh Tom," she clasp her chest.

Her son was handsome like his father, a face so smooth, pale and shallow. He was beloved by his fellow peer back in school and even by older wizards. He stood half in the shadows and half in the light from the window of the afternoon among the doorway.

Merope put down her book and when over to hug him, his arm when tightly around her in a very possessively move, and act going back to when he was a baby. She often joked that he held her like Nagini did with her prey, his grip when tight almost bone breaking then pulled away.

Merope was short two heads shorter then he and slimmer from years of hunger as a teenager. The heaviness in her face was gone over time leave a square face. She was plain by any ones standers but no longer homely as she once was, her brown eyes slanted. Her brows were two straight lines Lips pouted with out a deep crease above her upper lips. Merope never knew that for the past year Tom had been using the same anti ageing potion he himself had been using, in her morning tea.

Tom didn't let go of his grip on her this time he didn't squeeze hard but held her close she could feel him stiff underneath her like he was nervous.

Merope giggled "Why are you so nervous," locks on not letting her loose her arms trap by her side. "Tom," she said at first she thought it was a joke then she began to panic.

Tom was breathing heavily, he began to grow arouse as she wiggled in his grip like a mouse. Tom hot breath on her neck his voice sound so different in her ear. "Shh, its ok." His lip brush lightly over her ear lobe it made her feel strange and a little scared.

"Tom what has gotten in to you?" She felt his body move over her pushing his groin in to her own, she gasp a little was he turn on? He began to push off of her she tried to push him away but her arms were lock to her side, He had his pants unbutton and he gentiles expose. He was hard and began to rub himself upon her apron and round her thigh and stomach Merope was too shock to form some type of protest.

Muffle words as he kissed her temple her dark hair clinging to his damp face he was panting as he dry hump her. Merope felt him grow larger a she could fell a dampness that grew on her dress front he was saying nasty words, words his father had said to her in throws of passion.

"Tom…." She whimpers

Catching her mouth with his and kissed her hard pressing his lips upon her to a suffocating lock. With a grunt he spills his seed upon her skirt the flesh under his grip soon turns pink from white then a sore red.

Tom looked worried down at her white face.

"Tom how could you!" she looks down at her sodomized dress, a shiver runs down her spin feeling the nasty fabric touch her stomach oh god, she felt her head go light, This can't be happing I must be dreaming!

Tom closed his pants and goes to her side her arms fly up afraid of her son for the first time, his once handsome face is now twisted in a wicked look, Merope because weak at the knees.

"Mother please," he was trying to get her to sit but she was avoiding being to close to him she pulled her chair in between them "I can explain "

"No..no.." she kept on say as she back in to a corner.

His hand when to her shoulder and she cringe as his face was so far from hers. "Mother forgive me," he beg his head bow his lovely face twist in torment "Forgive me I'm just trying to love you."

A fist to her stomach she feels sick very sick "II'm you mother Tom"

"You've been the only women I know." He said, it was the truth he had no time for witches oh sure he gave them a look or spoke to them but only to keep them round when needed them.

Back at Hogwarts he had gone under the whole wakening up to a stiff once, it wasn't hard to talk a local slytherin girl or even a boy to make him there first. Still he remember when he first got the thought about his mother watching her in the bath it seem innocent enough, right? And when they were in the old house she falling asleep on the couch from listening to a W.W.N program, she so helpless like a kitten he'd lovely touch her face and her expose lump above her blouse.

Tom was the master of the house, and after Hogwarts he moved them to a bigger home and with a respectful job; to kept face, he brought home the gold didn't he deserve her?

He lifted her chin so he could look her in the eyes "Mother," Merope looked hurt but in to his blue eyes "come now all pure blood families do this."

He didn't feel wicked about his desire towards her; if any thing he felt safer with her then any other if she wasn't so shy and she had marriage again it wouldn't have been so smooth. He wasn't denied what he wanted. Of course there family had a history of incest marriages none really between a mother and son; it wasn't as if they were going to have children, no one needs them when you plans on eternal life.

Merope was weak to her son, she trusted him with every thing even when he was twelve she listen to what he said.

Tom hand left from her chin his face return to his normal handsome face, she doesn't say any thing till he leaves the room there she slides down the wall sits on the floor to shock to think.