A.N. Here is the next chapter. Hope you like it. Enjoy!


Harry woke up with a silent yawn, his face as usual, resting against his mother's chest. His hand was wrapped around her waist and his leg was sandwiched between her hips. It wasn't anything new. This was how he usually woke up every morning since he was a kid but for the last few days this normal situation was having strange effects on him. He felt himself hard down there, his hardness poking his mother's hip through his shorts. He felt a pleasant sensation in his body at being so close to his mother's body. He of course knew it was all hormones, thanks to the embarassing sex talk his mother gave him few months ago. But he couldn't believe how absurd these hormones made him feel. He had been sharing a bed with his mother since he was child but never before had he felt this unique and great feeling. Never before has he had dirty thoughts regarding his own mother.

He could feel her squishy breast against his face, if he concentrated he could even feel her nipple on his cheek. He turned his head up and saw her beautiful sleeping face. He felt enamored by her pouty pink lips, her slender pale neck tempted him to bury his face in there. His gaze then went on the strap of her nightie on her shoulder. He wetted his lips. It wouldn't be bad if he slipped the thin strap down her shoulder, right?

With a trembling hand and his eyes on her face, he slipped the strap down to her arm. His gaze shifted to her chest. The nightie was loose enough that it wasn't much work to move the thin strap down. He silently gasped as her one boob spilled out of the nightie when he gently tugged on her strap. He couldn't breathe, his heart was hammering against his chest, his morning wood was throbbing in discomfort inside his shorts.

Her tit was amazing. It was big and round, yet he could bet that it was firm too. Her nipple was a dark pink protrusion surrounded by a circle of light pink areola. His hand was shaking as it went near her beautiful boob, seeking to feel the wonderful mound of flesh in his palm. But just before he was going to touch her, an amused voice scared the shit out of him.

"Good morning, little knight. I thought it was your job to safeguard my dignity and here you are exploiting it, abusing it thoroughly."

Harry's face was an impressive shade of red as he quickly scooted back and looked fearfully at her.

"I can explain. It is the wrackspurts. They fly around your head and confuse you, make you do stupid things. It's not my fault. It's all wrackspurts." Harry defended weakly. Lily's mouth curved into a smirk as she pulled the strap over her shoulder, hiding her naked breast. Harry looked on with disappointment as the beautiful flesh was hidden again by the nightie.

"Oh, is that one of Luna's imaginary animals?" Lily chuckled, kissing him on the forehead. Harry was very embarrassed at being caught but gave her the usual kiss on her cheek though in the back of his mind, he asked himself how her lips would taste like.

"Now Harry, we are going to have a serious talk. Sit in front of me. And don't worry, you are not in any trouble." Lily said with a kind smile. She sat up and crossed her legs underneath her. Harry reluctantly sat in front of her.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. It was inevitable. I am surprised that it took you so long to get interested in the female body. I knew that it was going to happen long before. You are now growing, you will feel this urge which is totally normal. But you should know when to control it and when to let loose. Touching any girl without her consent is a very bad thing. Never do that." Lily explained patiently. Harry nodded but couldn't meet her eyes. Lily sighed as she cupped his cheeks so he had no choice but to look at her.

"Don't worry. I am not angry or anything. As I said, I expected it. We do sleep in the same bed after all and it is here where you will see more skin and womanly curves for a while. I do think I am a little beautiful, so being tempted to touch me even though I am your mother isn't that big of a deal. Don't sweat it." Lily said softly, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. Harry looked incredulous.

"Little beautiful? Seriously, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I haven't seen anyone more gorgeous than you. You still look like you are 20 years old when in fact you are in your 30s. How can you say 'little beautiful'?" Harry asked with an exasperated groan. Lily giggled and pulled him in a hug. Harry wrapped his own arms around her neck and tried very hard not to notice her voluptuous breasts pressed against his chest.

"My little knight does know how to flatter his mom and make her very happy." Lily pulled back and gave him a loud kiss on his cheek. Harry blushed as he felt her soft lips on his cheek. He tried not to imagine how her lips would fit with his lips. He shook his head trying to get rid of the naughty thoughts.

"Good morning, mum. I am going to take a shower now." Harry smiled affectionately at her and climbed off of the bed.

"Slow and soft thrusts, darling. Don't be too fast and don't grip too tightly." Lily advised with a straight face, curling her fingers around an invisible cylinder and stroking it.

"MUM!" Harry yelled in shock and mortification and quickly ran away out of the room. Lily couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"That was the best laugh I have had in years." Lily smiled, rubbing a tear out of her eyes.

Since then, Harry did his best not to grope his mother when she was sleeping. He had asked his mother if it was finally time to start sleeping in different beds but she had shaken her head insistently and pulled him against her soft and warm body, hating the thought of Harry away from her throughout the night.

It was really hard for Harry to not get tempted to cop a feel. His leg was always buried between her hips, only a little push and his knee could touch her womanhood, he even knew that his mother didn't wear any underwear under the nightie. His face was always on her chest, only a thin fabric keeping his mouth away from her alluring nipples. His hand was always on her waist, a little moving and his hand could creep under the nightie and grab her curvy arse. But he was a boy who followed his mother's orders with all his heart so he obviously didn't do anything inappropriate whenever he woke up in bed with her.


A.N. And thus the real plot starts. Lol. Review, Favorite and Follow.