A/N: Hello and thank you again for all the wonderful reviews, follows and favourites! Can't believe 2 months have flown by since I last posted.
Enjoy this next chapter and don't be shy to review, my muse needs encouragement! :)
Warnings: The same as stated in Chapter 1.
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Dazed brown eyes blinked open and closed. Then they snapped open again, focusing on the image in the full length mirror a few feet away - a woman with long red hair falling past her shoulders, clad only in her knickers and embracing a teenage boy.
Ginny closed her eyes again, colour draining from her face. With the last ripples of her orgasm fading away, cold reality was setting in together with guilt that sat in her stomach like a stone. Her knees were still trembling, but from dread now instead of euphoria, her mind spinning with the knowledge that she had achieved sexual satisfaction at her eldest son's hand, the son still in her arms.
She swallowed. So much for telling James off about ogling the girls in his Quidditch team. She was his mother and she had allowed him far, far more liberty... she felt faint at just how much.
"Mum?"
Ginny felt James take a step back, his arms slipping from around her waist. She let her own arms fall back to her sides, eyes still screwed tight in shame. How could she even look him in the eye after this?
"Mum? Are you OK?"
Belated self preservation kicked in at the fearful, almost bewildered note in James' voice. Ginny knew she had to pull herself together for both their sakes; time enough to bash her head against a wall later. Taking a deep breath, she straightened up and squared her shoulders before opening her eyes. The sight of James' worried face, cheeks still flushed with leftover satisfaction, made her want to close them again and go find that wall right now.
"Mum? Say something..."
Ginny exhaled. She reached out and grasped him by the shoulders, forcing herself to meet his gaze.
"I'm fine, James," she said as steadily as she could. "But we must never, never talk of this again. I want you to promise me that you will never tell anyone what happened. Not ever."
James nodded, his brown eyes wide.
"I know, mum. I promise."
Despite his ready words, Ginny stared at him. She hadn't forced him into doing anything – it was the other way around, sort of – but this promise to keep it secret still seemed too big a burden on him, not to mention a hell of a risky one...
James' eyes widened a bit more as if her thoughts were written on her face for him to see.
"No! Don't Obliviate me, I swear I won't tell anyone!"
Ginny pressed her lips together and shook her head.
"I'm sorry. It's better that you forget this ever happened."
"No!" James protested again, shaking his head as well. "I don't want to forget!"
A traitorous part of Ginny didn't want to either; what happened a few minutes ago had been swift, unexpected and completely earth shattering. She squashed that part down and shook James' shoulders once. Hard.
"It's for the best," she insisted. "I'm sorry, love."
James shook his head harder still, eyes growing bright with unshed tears.
"No! I - I'll do an Unbreakable Vow!" he promised in desperation. He flung his arms around her waist and looked up at her.
"Don't make me forget, mum, please!" he pleaded, voice shaking. "I - I want to remember how good you feel!"
Biting her lip, Ginny shook her head again, somehow knowing what James was going to say next.
"I want to remember how good you taste," he whispered.
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James had always been average at his studies, but his intuition was sharp and on the mark. He relied on it instead of planning ahead, and it had never failed him yet, garnering him the coveted Seeker position on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and allowing him to escape unpunished from most pranks.
He hadn't quite managed to wrap his mind around what just happened – it was mind blowing. He only knew he didn't want to forget. Instinct told him that despite his mother's adamant tone, she wasn't keen on wiping his memory. It was sneaky and underhanded, and one of the most important values he had learned from both his parents was honesty.
There was still a tiny chance of changing her mind. She had all but collapsed in his arms earlier, so perhaps if he... undid her again?
With that thought in mind, James latched onto a reddened nipple and began sucking on it.
"Ja-James!"
Ginny's half indignant, half breathless tone told him he was on the right track. If this was the only way to change her mind, well, he certainly didn't mind a bit. He suckled at her stiffening teat, rubbing his tongue against the tip while caressing her other plump breast with eager fingers. His flesh gave a throb, taking an interest once more.
"N-no, we mustn't..."
James ignored her and redoubled his efforts, his brain busy cataloging each pant and each shudder he wrung from her. Taking a step forward, he crowded her against the vanity top, his other hand slipping down past her soft stomach and into her damp knickers once more, going straight for the jugular, figuratively speaking.
Ohh, she was wetter than before, her flesh warm and slick against his fingertips. The shaky moan that followed and the hurried widening of her stance convinced James he wasn't about to be killed for his latest transgression. He pressed the pad of his thumb against her bud, fingers trailing up and down her nether lips, almost slipping between them.
Knowing he was wading deeper into uncharted waters made his heart race like it was about to burst free from his chest. What would it feel like to go just a little bit further? What would it feel like to go inside?
James wanted to find out. Badly. He pushed two fingers between those lips, mouth falling open in awe when he encountered a wealth of slippery fluid.
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Ginny could barely stand up straight. She leaned against the counter with her eyes closed and her head thrown back, focusing entirely on those small, curious fingers playing between her legs and the delicious sensations they were igniting in her body once again.
When the hand withdrew, her head snapped forward, eyes flying open to see James staring intently at her, licking his fingers clean. A jolt of pure shock ran through her at the sight, goose bumps rippling across her skin.
"You taste good, mum," James praised, his eyes dark with arousal. "So good. I... I want more."
Ginny licked at her dry lips, a sense of déjà vu skittering up her spine. The last time James had uttered those three words, he had proceeded to undo her. What would he do now, a tiny voice whispered in her mind. That question took root and grew, fed by her curiosity until it obliterated every other thought.
Wanting to find out, tempted beyond reason by James' glowing eyes and flushed cheeks, Ginny didn't say anything when James grabbed her hand and started backing out of the bathroom, tugging her along. She didn't resist when he turned her around and pushed on her shoulders until she sat down on the edge of the bed. She even scooted further back, lifting her feet onto the bed, feeling almost fatalistic about the certainty that she wasn't going to stop whatever was about to happen.
The bedroom was almost dark by now. There was very little light coming in from the small window since it was still pouring outside. The only illumination came from the magical globes in the bathroom, spilling light from the open doorway directly onto Ginny, highlighting her slender legs and creamy pale thighs.
She leaned back on her elbows, heart pounding in anticipation as she stared up at the silhouette of her eldest son standing before her, his face in shadow. Her breath caught in her throat when he knelt down on the floor and leaned forward between her legs.
"You look so sexy like that."
Ginny exhaled and closed her eyes when she felt the crotch of her knickers pulled to one side. Knowing that James could now see what he was going to touch again made her heart pound faster, her fingers clenching tightly in the covers.
A trembling palm swept along her inner right thigh and then a fingertip encircled her nub - she jerked a bit - before pressing lightly on it. More fingertips touched her, combing through her damp curls and tracking the long slit of her opening, sliding up and down the plump lips until she moaned, quivering thighs falling wide open.
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James couldn't believe his amazing streak of good luck! He had actually succeeded in drawing his mother out of the bathroom and onto the bed. Even better, he was now feasting his eyes on a part of the female anatomy that, until now, he had only seen illustrated in that book from the Hogwarts library.
Reality was... wow! Different, so wonderfully, incredibly different, brought to vivid life right before his amazed eyes in varying shades of reds and pinks, all of it gleaming and beckoning to him.
His curiosity and teenage hormones were screaming at him, demanding that he seize this moment and make the most of it while he could. He obeyed with alacrity, touching... learning... pressing... stroking, his eager eyes and nose and fingers transmitting a thousand different pieces of information to his brain all at the same time.
With two fingers of his left hand keeping his mother's knickers pulled to one side, his right was free to explore to his heart's content. There was that little nub he had rubbed earlier, a beautiful pink. He stroked it with the tip of his index finger, a wondering smile tilting his lips when it pulsed against him. His mother's throaty moan encouraged him and he bent closer, breathing in her scent, growing high on its sweet muskiness. He was fully aroused again, throbbing, literally shaking in excitement at the huge privilege he had been given.
Never one to hesitate or think twice, James stuck out his tongue and licked the bud, a bit surprised when those hips jerked up, pressing wet flesh to his lips and copper curls against his nose.
Shifting forward so that his aching groin was trapped against the edge of the bed, he curled his arms around those pale thighs, keeping them captive and spread wide open to him. Then he put his mouth to good use, thrilling to his mother's muffled shrieks of his name.
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Ginny's chest was heaving with the effort not to cry out, trembling fingers gripping handfuls of the covers. She had always found it easy to climax and with such direct stimulation, her muscles were already clenched tight, preparing for the next orgasm that was fast closing in on her.
When those tentative, kittenish licks on her slick flesh morphed into swift, confident strokes, she came undone for the second time, a wail hastily muffled behind a hand. Her body convulsed again and again, hips bucking despite the restraining arms, spirals of intense pleasure radiating outward from her groin, right to the tips of her fingers and toes, curling them tightly.
It was only when those determined caresses on her quivering flesh grew too much to bear that Ginny roused herself.
"E-enough," she panted. Leaning up on one shaky elbow, she reached a trembling hand towards the head still nestled between her legs. "Stop... too much, love."
James ceased his ministrations and got onto the bed, panting. He had also come again, pushed over the edge by the novel experience of pleasuring his mother with his mouth and by his frantic rutting against the mattress. Crawling over to where she lay, he looked down at her, licking his lips.
"Was it good, mum?" he asked breathlessly.
A twinge of guilt intruded, but the delicious satisfaction Ginny felt was more than enough to squash it down for now.
"It was very good, darling," she praised.
She cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for a quick peck on the cheek. It was both pleasing and embarrassing not to have to explain to him what had happened, what he had made happen. He seemed to have quite a good grasp of sexual knowledge... something she had just added to.
A small pair of lips pressing clumsily onto hers distracted Ginny from her thoughts. The first touch of James' tongue against her own was electrifying, the taste of herself on it bringing a shiver of recognition.
When he clambered on top of her, somehow managing not to break the kiss, she held him close and wrapped her legs around him. The kiss went on and on with tiny breaks in between to catch their breaths, wet and a bit sloppy, but so arousing.
Ginny opened her eyes when James started rocking against her, the metal button of his jeans chafing her stomach. She tipped her head to break the kiss and smiled up at him.
"You're scratching me, love."
Frowning in confusion, James raised himself on straightened arms and looked down at her, pupils dilated and lips pink from their long first kiss.
"Have you kissed any girl before? Like how you kissed me?" Ginny asked. She already knew what the answer would be, but she wanted to hear it still.
James shook his head.
"My first kiss," he whispered, looking awed.
Ginny smiled again, feeling close to tears. The maternal part of her was torn between shame at stealing her son's first kiss and delight at sharing this wonderful, intimate moment with him.
"Take off your clothes," she whispered impulsively.
James blinked down at her as if he couldn't understand or believe what she was saying. Then his eyes widened and he scrambled off of her, throwing himself onto his back beside her and wresting with his jeans.
Rolling onto her side with her head propped on one hand, Ginny watched in amusement. It was strange to see James behave like the young teen he was, and realise she still owed the delicious lassitude in her body to him, but the intimacy of their unexpected first kiss had softened the effect.
The sight of him trying to force his jeans zipper down made her shake her head in familiar exasperation.
"Easy, young man," she admonished. "Ruin that pair and I'm not buying you anymore clothes this year!"
She chuckled when James paused long enough to throw her a disbelieving look, as if wondering why she was fussing about clothes at a time like this. When he realised she was teasing, he grinned excitedly at her before wriggling out of his jeans and underpants, kicking off his shoes and socks at the same time and then bolting upright to strip off his t-shirt.
Ginny sat up as well and patted the sheets.
"Come here," she said, "let me look at you."
James shuffled forward obediently, letting the swath of light from the bathroom fall on his naked body. He was slender and toned thanks to his boundless energy and Quidditch practice, but it was what lay between his thighs that caught Ginny's eye.
Despite being sated twice, she felt another hungry throb between her legs. She looked up and saw from James' shy smile that behind his outward bravado, he was nervous about what she thought.
"Your future wife won't be disappointed, James, that's for sure," she assured him with a wink.
Smiling widening in relief, James moved closer and then his smile faded.
"I don't know who that will be yet, mum, but... I want you to be my first. Will you?"
Ginny stared at him.
To be continued...