A.N. Do you to want to read a chapter where Harry drinks milk from his mum's tits? Then welcome, you have come to the right place. Lol. It was interesting one to write. Hope you enjoy it.


Harry was curious and eager to try his new spell. If it worked, which he knew it would, then his life was going to change for the better.

While everyone was excited for the foreign students to arrive for the triwizard tournament, Harry's mind was only on his mother. He didn't really care much about this awaited event. It didn't intrigue him much. Even his low interest had faded after his mother had warned him not to enter into the death tournament. As if he was stupid enough to interrupt his peaceful and enjoyable life with his mum for 'fame' and 'glory'. No thanks, others can have their fame and glory, all he needed in his life to be content was his mother and her infinite love. And also sexy sexy times with her obviously.

His attention was drawn to the new students. He watched as the french girls wowed the male half of Hogwarts population before sitting at his table, at Ravenclaw table. He heard dreamy sighs from boys all around him. Harry couldn't really relate though. While he could acknowledge that the french girls and boys were pretty and that one of the older girls with her silvery blonde hair was even drop dead gorgeous, they couldn't compare to his mother.

Their beauty paled in front of hers.

He looked at the staff table. His mother appeared bored, unenthusiastically picking on her food while her colleagues talked with each other. When she felt his gaze on hers, she raised her head and stared at him. Her lips stretched into a happy smile. Harry simply smiled back. It was a special privilege to be able to make her smile by just looking at her. He was allowed to feel smug about that.

Honestly, no one could beat his mother in terms of beauty or anything for that matter. At least in his eyes.

Her crimson locks were long and silky, currently pulled into a tight bun. Her face was angelic and seductive, two words he never thought he would use in the same sentence. Her emerald eyes bright and full of life. Her body, he gave a shiver as her naked figure flashed in his mind, was just something else. Her full supple tits were topped with large areolas and suckable pink nipples. Her legs and hips were slim and toned, her butt big and shapely and yet firm. His mouth was watering at the memory of last night's sex with her. He gulped down his saliva. Yes, she really was unbeatable.

He really hoped the feast would just get done so he and his mum could go back to her room where he could test his new spell on hers. And of course shag her.

He stifled a yell of joy when the feast was finally done and Dumbledore revealed the Goblet of fire and the criteria to enter names into it. He barely listened to it, his mind imagining all the fun things he could do with his mother.

Luna, who was sitting beside him, shot him an amused look as if she knew what dirty thoughts were running through his head. He simply grabbed her in a side hug and squeezed her fondly, eliciting a sweet giggle out of her. Harry was just that happy to be done with dinner time.

If his spell worked, it would be one of his greatest achievements.

The duo received odd looks from the french who weren't used to it while the Ravenclaws didn't even bat an eye at their antics. He honestly didn't care. He only cared about his mother and Luna.


Harry was in her personal quarters. Unfortunately, he had to wait for his dorm mates to sleep before he could slip out of Ravenclaw tower. It was annoying but no worries, he was finally here.

He saw her sitting at her desk, frowning while checking assignments. She was so engrossed in it that she didn't even notice his arrival. He walked to her desk.

"Hey, mum!" Harry greeted, putting his hands on the desk and leaning forward, standing opposite her.

"Harry! Is it already time to sleep? I must have been doing this for a few hours now." she smiled tiredly at him. Harry scowled at the papers. It seemed her work was just increasing and increasing. He didn't like it. Not a tiny bit. He suppressed his worry and annoyance, not wanting to sour his good mood.

"Yes. But before that-" he started.

"Yes. I know what you want to do before that, my beautiful little knight." Lily interrupted, her eyes gleaming with lust and love as she pushed back her chair and stood up. She raised her hands up and stretched her back, giving a low grunt, feeling the satisfying crack. She had been so stiff after sitting on the chair for hours.

She enjoyed her son's gaze on her chest as it alluringly popped out. Her smile grew. The robe did nothing in hiding her modesty since it wasn't tied and was wide open. It had parted after she stretched her tense body. The robe slid down her shoulders, revealing her sexy red bra. She allowed the robe to pool on the ground and stepped out of it, standing proudly in just silky red lingerie.

She smirked at his stupefied look. This was a new underwear she had bought recently, hoping to impress him. It was quite an enjoyable activity, trying to find new fancy underwears to dazzle her horny baby boy. She walked around the desk and stood beside him. He turned towards her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her soft pale skin.

"You are a goddess." he mumbled, staring in her eyes. She simply rolled her eyes. Her son glorified her too much. If it wasn't so heartwarming or gratifying then it would have been disturbing. No one should be so revered. But was she complaining? Definitely not.

The adoration for her in his eyes, the way he practically worshipped her was very satisfying. She smiled at him and started unbuttoning his shirt. His trance was broken, his fingers wrapped around the fabric which held her left boob. She undressed him while his eyes and hand was on her tit, squeezing it softly, feeling the smooth red fabric covering it. He pinched her nipple through the paper thin bra making her shudder in want.

"While this is nice and I am sure we are going to have sex, it wasn't really what I was talking about earlier." Harry told her as they both stood only in their underwear. Lily raised her eyebrow as she played with his black curls. She bit her lip as his fingers sunk in her breast, his thumb circling on her areola through the bra.

"Oh? Sorry, I just assumed you wanted to have me. If not that then what were you talking about?" she asked curiously, leading him to the plush sofa placed against the opposite wall. Harry dropped his hands to his side momentarily as his mother led him to the comfortable seat.

"I invented a new spell. I wanted to show you. And I think it is the best one of all. I want to try it." he babbled excitedly. Lily smiled at him as they sat together on the sofa. She leaned into him after he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Wow, I am so proud, Harry. What does this new spell do?" she asked, intrigued by his proclamation. Her chin was pressed on his naked warm chest so she could stare at him. He grinned at her lewdly.

"This spell will enable you to lactate. And I can also change the flavour of the milk according to my taste." He announced proudly, squeezing her shoulders.

Lily waited for a half a minute to see if he was joking. He wasn't. She huffed fondly and flicked him on his forehead.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I remember the last time where you invented a spell just to grope me. And now you have made a new one just so you can suck on my titties as if you weren't already doing that. I kind of feel as if you are spending all your time and talent just for sex. Which isn't bad but neither great. You shouldn't have a one track mind when you are brimming with talent." she chuckled mirthfully, placing a sweet kiss on his forehead where she earlier flicked him.

Harry still wasn't embarrassed a bit. His proud look was still there.

"Fine I will create a spell not related to sex later. But let's test this one now." Harry's enthusiasm was infectious. Lily smirked at his impatience and swung her leg over him, putting her hands around his neck, sitting on his thighs, straddling him.

Harry adjusted a little to get comfortable with her in his lap, to get comfortable with her weight. He was just fourteen and his mother was still slightly taller and heavier than him. A finger touched his chin, tilting his head up to meet his mother's glowing eyes.

She looked so hot with her green eyes. She looked delectable with her silky crimson hair framing her beautiful face. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, sitting her on his crotch. Her full pink lips parted in a silent gasp at the slight but essential change in their position. Only her meagre knickers and his underwear kept their sexes from touching. Still, those particular barriers weren't able to fully insulate the heat or the softness of the skin between them. Lily could feel the entire underside of the throbbing excitement snuggled between her tight arse cheeks.

She quirked her eyebrow in amusement as he mumbled 'mum' and his dick twitched at the same time. Her baby was a strange boy but she wasn't complaining if it kept him loyal to her, if it kept his sexual desire reserved only for her.

She leaned down, grabbing his face and capturing his lips in a hot searing kiss. He tasted so sweet. Her little baby was just so delicious. She sucked his lower lip with her mouth while he unclipped the latch on her bra. She smiled on his mouth as he took off her bra and threw it away. Impatience of a lustful boy. She moaned when his hands dragged from her back and stopped on her breasts, palming her tits while their parted mouths were still attached in a hungry kiss. With her son's tongue mapped her mouth, filling her with his taste, with his saliva, she ground her pelvis on his crotch. Her fingers ran through his wild hair while his fingers dug in her flesh and fondled her voluptuous breasts.

When they pulled back, their lips were wet, red and swollen. His eyes glinted with passion.

"Don't move. I am going to use the spell now." Harry ordered her as they gazed at each other. She stopped grinding on him and nodded.

He closed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath while his fingers gently caressed her stiff standing nipples. She blushed and tried not to squirm. Her nipples were always so sensitive and she didn't know how he expected her to be still while he touched them.

A sudden sharp sting in her chest made her grimace. But it was gone before it lasted and was soon overwhelmed by an immense warmth filling her body. Her mouth parted in wonder as the comfortable warmth travelled through all her body. Harry was smiling at her surprised look.

"Ready to see if it works?" Harry asked, giving her nipple a sharp twist.

"Hngh!" She moaned from his treatment of her chest. Without waiting for her affirmation, he pressed his face in her cleavage, enjoying the feel of getting smothered by her perky mounds. Lily cradled his head as his lips found her teat. He kissed her hard nipple tenderly, his mouth opening, his wet tongue circling on her areola. She arched her back as the hair on her neck stood on their ends. Her fingers gripped his hair, squashing her breasts against his face.

"Harry!" she moaned as he suckled on her nipple. She had goosebumps all over her flesh as he sucked on her pink nub. It wasn't a new occurrence. Harry has always been fond of her breasts and when they began engaging in acts of pleasure, he had grabbed that chance to regularly kiss or suck her tits, squeeze or maul her boobs. But what was new was the nostalgic sensation she sensed in the centre of her bosom. It had been more than a decade since she last experienced it.

She was lactating.

She groaned when Harry began aggressively nursing on her mammaries after he got the addicting taste. She shivered in undulated pleasure as her son was lapping up on her breast greedily. After a minute, Harry stopped nursing and looked at her ferally.

The white liquid trailing down the corner of his mouth inflamed her lust for him. She temporarily moved away from his lap and stood in front of him. She smiled sultrily, turning around, facing away from him. She leaned down provocatively, pushing back her arse towards him, sliding down her underwear, wiggling her butt seductively. She could feel his lecherous eyes fixated on her tight bum.

First a slap rippled her arse cheek and then a hand wrapped around her arm and she was whirled around by her son. He was naked, sitting on the sofa, his meaty pole pointing up. She sucked in a breath at the sight of her precious son's cock.

He wasn't patient though and didn't allow her time to properly admire him. He appeared too pent up.

"Come, mum. Fuck me." He whispered, his dick twitching invitingly. She graced him with a naughty smile and bowed to him.

"As my little knight commands." she chuckled and kneeled over him, on the sofa with her knees on either side of his hips. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he grabbed her waist and guided her sopping pussy to his eager boner. She clutched his shoulders when his erection easily parted her vulva. It was his name "Harry!" that she wantonly groaned when she sat in his lap with his shaft hilt deep inside her.

The familiar feeling of his mother's wet and tight silky inner walls squeezing his penis was a blissful sensation. He grunted, his eyes glazed as he looked into his mother's dazed eyes.

He snaked his hands around her waist and latched onto her breast and began bouncing her on his lap. Lily cried in pleasure as her arse jumped up and down her son's cock. She held his head gently in her grasp as he feeded while simultaneously fucking her.

It was a heartwarming feeling to be his loving mother and be his adventurous lover at the same time. This was what she wanted their relationship to be. She wanted to have him bend her over at his will and have his way with her body. But she also wanted him to always remember who she was. She wanted him to love her, respect her and never abandon her. Because lovers come and lovers go but that never happens with mothers. They can never be replaced.

Harry was in heaven as her sweet vanilla-ish milk passed down his tongue and throat while his shaft rutted into her. Her flesh was so hot and soft. Her laboured breaths and his name on her lips was music to his ears. At one point, she cummed around his plowing cock and slumped in his lap.

He adjusted their position and laid her tired body on the sofa on her back and re-entered inside her. He put her legs over his shoulders and pushed forward, leaning down, hovering over hers, until her waist was arched inward and then fucked her with slow languid thrusts. He let her lie lazily while he did all the work. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard, leaving a bruise on her lips. He sank his fingers in her breasts like claws and railed into her. The closer he got, the faster and rougher he moved.

Her quiet tired moans and gurgles in her throat along with the sound of his hips hitting her bubbly arse kept him charged and fresh. At last he pushed as deep and as hard as he could before spilling his cum in her sopping core. Lily's toes were beside her ears. She made a weak sound of protest at being in such a hard position. She wasn't an 18 year old girl with a bendable body. Harry let go of his hold on her chest and let her legs slide down from his shoulders. Lily let out a big sigh of comfort, finally lying on her back with all the limbs where they were supposed to be. She frowned when Harry pushed apart her knees and caressed her admired pussy. His seeds were sluggishly flowing out.

"I am not done yet, mum." he smiled sheepishly, lying atop her and pushing his hips between her legs. Her lips spread in an exhausted fond smile.

"I know, son. Go on, continue. I might fall asleep but you are free to do as you wish." Lily chuckled tiredly, crossing her legs behind his back, trapping his waist in the cage of her legs. Harry grinned at her devilishly before inserting his cock back in. He grabbed her hips as they made love in the classic missionary style. He moved closer until he could kiss her lovingly. Then his mouth slid south, meeting her protruding nipple as he again started breastfeeding while his hips moved in a gentle graceful rhythm.

After a while Lily did fall asleep but it didn't stop him from enjoying the perfect body of his redhead goddess or filling his stomach from her natural milk.

He was really getting addicted to her sweet milk.

An hour later, he carried his slumbering mother in the bedroom and went to sleep with her warm body in his arms.


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