July 5, 1997 - Saturday
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In the morning, Harry and Hermione were the last to rise. They sneaked back home sometime after midnight from Tonks cottage. It had been an exhausting evening, for the three of them, and by the time the two siblings reached the breakfast table this morning, their parents were almost finished. Their parents finished breakfast before them on a Saturday morning? Now that was a new one. Their parents almost never awoke before noon on weekends... except when they had to go somewhere. And now it was around nine or so. That meant that their parents were leaving for somewhere... and again they will have the house to themselves today, both siblings thought at the same time, sneaking a conspiracional grin between them when their parents weren't looking.
"Come on sleepy heads!" said Lily. "Did Tonks worked you two up so hard?"
"She's a slave driver, Mom," replied Harry smiling at his sister. "That crazy cousin of ours worked us up until midnight when we just said enough was enought and we just got back home... right Sis?"
"Yeah, Mom!" smirked Hermione. "We were so tired we hit the sack right away... and we are still tired."
"Probably they finished in an hour and then they just started wrestling around like they usually do when Tonks it's around... " grinned James, looking up from his morning paper.
Hermione stared at her father and she had to admit it, he sure was very, very handsome. Not to mention young looking, very early twenties maybe, but that was a trait all magicals shared. And he will be like this for another century or two, if he could judge by the way her one hundred years old granpa Potter looked like. Her cunt tingled as she saw his gaze drop to her unbuttoned blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she knew her father could clearly see the firm, budding roundness of her exposed breasts.
She tried not to look at him, and was pleased when the phone rang and James got up to answer it. Even then, Hermione followed his retreating backside with lustful eyes, taking in the contours of her father's firm, muscular ass with more than a daughterly interest. 'Not bad, Dad!', she thought feeling the familiar itch developing between her hot young thighs.
Harry caught the look and carefully stretched out a foot under the table until he could reach his sister's crotch. He wiggled his toes against her cuntmound and was pleasantly surprised to find she wasn't wearing any panties under her summerdress. Hermione opened her thighs at her brother's intimate touch, surprised at his boldness but thankful to feel something hard rubbing against her excited slit.
His big toe slipped into her cunthole and Hermione had to bite her lip to stop from squealing with pleasure. She suddenly wondered what their parents would do if they could see what was going on under the tablecloth. Reaching stealthily under the table, Hermione grabbed her brother's foot and pulled it into her crotch, grinding her hips in very, very slowly circles.
She looked at her father hoping he wouldn't notice anything. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, talking on the phone, and as she looked closely Hermione noticed with a gasp of delight that she could see right up the leg of his shorts. The dark, mysterious shape of her father's cock was clearly visible, and Hermione climaxed suddenly around her brother's probing foot, shivering with lust as she imagined her father's obviously massive prick in its place.
Harry removed his juice-slick toes from his sister's cunt only just in time, as his mother came back into the room.
"All finished kids?", she asked, reaching for their plates.
"Yeah, Mom!", said Harry, supressing a smirk. "at least for now anyway."
Lily noticed a strange look pass between her two children, but before she could say anything, James came back into the room, his face grim.
"Bad news I'm afraid, dear!", he said to Lily. "I have to go at work today, maybe even tomorrow. Something came up with a case I've been working on. I can't go up at the cabin with you!"
"Bummer!" said Lily sitting down at the table.
"Maybe next weekend, Lils, that... pipe cleaning... will have to wait."
"And I was so looking farward to this weekend!" said Lily.
"Do we have pipes that need to be cleaned up at the cabin?" Harry suddenly asked, not really understanding what his parents were talking about.
At that moment, Lily and James looked at each other and blushed like crazy. "Yes, Harry, there are some pipes that needed to be cleaned. Me and your mother were planing to do them this weekend while we were up at the cabin. But now, since I can't go, we'll have to do it another time!" answered James, redder than his wife's hair.
"And you guys need an entire weekend up at the cabin to clean some pipes?"
"Yes, Harry, those pipes are so... dirty... and we need an entire weekend because we do it only the muggle way. If we do it with magic, they'll... blow up..." Lily stammered, still blushing, picking up her coffee mug and taking a sip from it.
Something that really caught the eye of her daughter. Hermione suddenly realized what her parents were really talking about. And the kinky witch suddenly had an idea that will make this summer break a hundred times better. She just hoped Harry wont mind having no pussy, hers, for the next few days, until her plan will come to fruition.
"Maybe Harry can help up, Mom!" Hermione said with a very serious and innocent looking face.
Lily almost spluttered her coffee when she heard what her daughter said. Then she looked at Hermione with eyes that could burn. She couldn't believe what Hermione had just suggested. But then, looking at her daughter's serious and innocent face, she knew that Hermione hadn't really suggested that. Hermione had really meant what she said, with no metaphorical meaning behind her words.
"Oh, there is no need, Mione. Me and James can go up at the cabin another time! There is no hurry to clean those pipes!" she answered still blushing.
"Well, you always thought us never to leave something undone if you can do it then and there..."
"But, Mione, those... pipes... are always cleaned by your father. Harry doesn't know what to do..." stammered Lily.
"Well, maybe it's time to teach Harry how to do it. I mean, Harry loves doing things the muggle way and he is very good with his hands, especially inside tight pipes!"
"Sis, I don't know how to clean pipes the muggle way!" Harry said, giving his sister a look that said what the fuck are you doing.
"You'll learn!" she answered, giving Harry a look that said shut up and for once do what you are told.
"JAMES?" Lily almost cryed out, but somehow remained calm.
James just didn't knew what to say. He was speechless. "What do you want me to say, Lils?" giving his wife a look that said he didn't know what to do or say at this very moment.
"I don't know how to teach Harry how to clean... pipes..." Lily stammered again.
"Looks like you wont have a choice, Lils. You better bring one of those books of yours and teach him... and there REALLY are pipes up there that need to be cleaned." James pointed out. "Real pipes!"
"Oh, OHHH, right!" Lily said, finally seeing where her husband was hinting at. It was true, the cabin had some real pipes. Ehh, maybe this weekend will teach herself and James not to talk metaphoricaly in front of their kids. And maybe they should watch what they say in front of the siblings.
"But Tonksie said she needed me this weekend... my... help with some... planting and weeding in her back yard!" Harry said out of the blue, still giving his sister a look that said what the fuck are you doing.
"Oh, don't worry, baby bro. I also love planting and weeding, not like you, but I'll manage!"
"Really? You will actually go?"
"Why not? It's not like I don't like helping out my cousin with her back yard. And me and Tonksie haven't spent much time together, just the two of us, in the past few years. We have so much to catch up... about a year and a half worth of catching up!"
"Then it's settled..." James finally concluded, very glad to get out of this very awkward discussion and with a mental note to never talk with his wife like this in front of their kids... NEVER...
"Me and Harry have to drive up there. I can't sidealong apparate the two of us up there. And you know how I hate portkeys. It will be a two hour drive! And another half hour hike!" Lily finally said, conceding to her faith.
"Well, you better get going if you want to return by tomorrow!" James pitched in...
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After packing up some backpacks and sometime after James left for work and Hermione took off to Tonks' cottage, Harry and Lily set off for the cabin. It would be a two hour drive, but Harry wasn't really looking forward to spending some time alone with his mother. Not that he didn't like spending time with her. But after a threesome with his sister and Tonksie, he was so looking farward to more time spent like that, fucking their brains out, having a full weekend deep inside two hot pussies.
After an hour drive, they stopped for gas and decided to have a bite to eat. As they sat at a table in the diner, Lily noticed her son wasn't paying attention to his food like he usually did, and she suspected why. It was the muggle waitress that had served them. She was young, about nineteen or twenty, and she was built. Her skirt was tight and short, clinging to her firm, round ass and showing off most of her long, smooth legs.
Her blouse was even tighter, and low cut, revealing a deep cleavage between heavy, braless tits. Her dark nipples could be seen clearly, pressing against the thin, white material. A tiny apron tied tightly around her waist gave her a hourglass figure. The girl was cute, and she knew it. She knew she was turning Harry on, too... Lily could see that. 'Bitch!', thought Lily, staring rudely at the girl as she bent over farther than necessary to refill their coffee cups. 'She's showing herself off like a common whore!' She could see her son squirming around on his chair, even reaching under the table when nobody was looking, to rearrange himself.
Lily recognized the feeling she had towards the girl as jealousy. She considered herself very attractive. After all, she didn't look older than a muggle woman in her very early twenties and she'll be like this for the next hundred years or so. What could she say except that she loved magic just for this alone. Add the fact that she had always been a knockout ever since she hit puberty and after giving birth to her kids she remained very chesty, she was a real babe. And her tits didn't hang like other muggle women her age... they were firm and upright... and her hips weren't on the fat side like the young waitress... they were slim and athletic. Lily was getting more and more irritated by the minute.
"What's the matter, Harry?", she asked suddenly. "You're acting strange this morning. Don't you feel well?"
"I'm okay, Mom. Just sleepy I guess. I didn't get too much sleep last night," he lied.
"You're right, honey, but we've gotta press on. I'll drive and you can take a nap in the back seat..."
The girl returned. She smiled at Harry, eyeing the bulge in his pants.
"Is there anything else you'd like?" she asked sweetly, knowing full well exactly what the boy would like.
"Just the check, thanks!" Lily snapped.
She could see that her seventeen year-old son was obviously turned on by the girl, but was a little confused as to why her motherly instinct had turned to jealousy. As Harry got up, Lily noticed the lump in her son's pants that had taken the waitress' eye, and suddenly the image of his monster cock flashed through her kinky mind all swollen with blood and desire just like she had seen it a few days ago. That night when she went downstairs to get herself a glass of milk and caught sight of his cock while he slept in front of the TV. Realizing what she was thinking, she blushed with embarrassment, but the image of her son's hard, erect prick wouldn't leave her brain.
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Lily paid the check and followed her son out to the car. Her eyes followed his hard, young ass. She had always been a butt fancier ever since she had known what men were for. In fact, that was why she had originally gone out with her husband, James. He'd had the nicest, tightest, ass in Hogwarts... and the biggest cock. Lily shuddered. Harry looked a lot like his father, tall, dark haired and handsome, with an athlete's body, and as she stared at his cute young ass heading towards the car, that image of his cock again flashed through her mind. He was waiting patiently beside the car for her as she approached.
"You get in the back and sleep, honey, okay?"
Harry crawled into the back seat and stretched out on his back, still thinking about the waitress' big tits, trying to imagine them without the tight blouse. He was sure they'd be big and round and soft, with large nipples. In his mind, he sucked the nipple into his mouth and slid his hand under her short skirt... of course she wasn't wearing any panties, and his fingers immediately slid into the girl's hot pussy-slit... it was wet and sticky. His hand slid to the crotch of his jeans and squeezed his hard prick, masturbating as best he could through the hard material.
In the front seat, Lily was equally excited. The thought of her son's hard cock was enough to set her easily aroused cunt-juices flowing like mad. She tried to ignore it as a figment of her imagination, but the more she tried to ignore it, the more it filled her mind. As she drove, all she could think about was her son's stiff, blood engorged prick, and how big it was. But then a wave of jealousy clouded her brain as she imagined her son's stiff cock planted deep in the cunt of that slutty waitress. Lily adjusted the rear-view mirror so that she could see her son. She couldn't see his face because it was hidden by the passenger seat, but she could see her son's midsection clearly.
Lily almost gasped aloud when she saw he was playing with himself. His hand was moving up and down between his drawn up thighs as the young boy stroked his cock through his pants. It was obvious he was masturbating. Lily had never thought of her son jacking-off before, and strangely, it excited her. He was a male after all... he had a prick, and it would get hard... and if he pulled on it enough, it would squirt all over the place, just like her husband's. Lily's hroat suddenly became dry. She felt a wetness in her panties and dropped a hand between her legs to squeeze her pussy, but it wasn't enough... it never had been. Lily was one of those women who needed penetration, preferably deep penetration. A long, hard cock slicing in and out of her cunt was what she needed.
With her husband's cock almost always available, Lily didn't masturbate much, only when she felt the need strongly... only when she was unusually stimulated... and the sight of her own son playing with himself was stimulating her unusually. It wasn't just that he had a prick... her son's was a new prick... a forbidden prick, and the thirty-eight years old mother fought against the ugly, incestuous thoughts forming in her mind. She looked into the mirror and noticed that her son was pulling at his cock faster... the ugly thoughts came back... stronger than before. Lily needed relief, and she needed it now. She pushed her short skirt up over her thighs and, pulling aside the wet crotch of her panties, jammed two stiff fingers into her yearning, aching cunt. The feeling was so satisfying, Lily was unable to suppress the low moan of delight which escaped her lips.
Hearing the sound, Harry looked up. His mother's skirt was hiked halfway up her thighs, and her hand was doing something between her legs. At first he thought she was rearranging her panties, but that thought soon left his head when he saw the wet, glistening goo on his mother's stabbing fingers. He peeked around the corner of the passenger seat but could only see the side of her face. It was then that Harry realized that his mother was staring at his crotch in the rear-view mirror. She couldn't see his face, but she was sure feasting her eyes on the lump in his pants! He couldn't believe it at first. His own mother, for Merlinssakes!... fingering herself like a horny schoolgirl as she watched him jerk off. She must be hot as a pistol to do that while her own son was in the car, he thought.
Suddenly, the importance of what was happening hit him, and a mischievous smile crossed his handsome young features as young Harry considered the exciting possibilities. He reached down and unzipped his fly. 'She wants to look... I'll give her something to really look at!', he grinned. His own eyes were glued to the creamy expanse of his mother's exposed thighs. Lily was watching her son at every chance she got, taking her eyes of the road as much as she dared, gripping the wheel with one hand, the other moving in and out between her moist thighs. When she saw her son unzip his pants and reach inside, a shudder of excitement coursed through her body, but when he pulled his hard young cock out into full view, she nearly ran off the road!
Lily licked her lips unconsciously at the sight of her son's magnificent erection. It was much larger than she'd remembered... at least as big as her husband's... and that was saying something! She watched him stroke it loving with the tips of his fingers. Then, as Harry fisted his cock and began to jerk up and down on the thick, purple shaft, Lily found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on her driving.
Several times cars honked their horns at her as she got too close to the other lanes. At the moment Lily was so excited she wanted nothing more than to watch her handsome son jerk his gorgeous young prick to a cum-spurting climax, but it was too dangerous. Not only because she kept running off the road, but also because she still hadn't come to terms with the new feelings she was having towards her own son... unnatural feelings, that made her hot young cunt itch with uncontrollable desire.
With mixed feelings of regret and relief Lily saw the service station at the beginning of the back road that lead to their cabin and turned off the main road. Harry swore under his breath as he realized what his mother was doing and stuffed his cock uncomfortably back into his pants.
"What's wrong?", he asked cautiously.
"Nothing, sweetheart. You go ahead and sleep. I'm just going to get some gas and go to the toilet... I... er... I forgot to go back at the cafe." Lily hoped her voice didn't sound too shaky.
"Okay, Mom." said Harry, trying to sound half asleep.
Lily got out of the car and told the attendant to fill it up. She hurried to the ladies' room, pissed frantically, wiped her pussy with care, and put her wet panties into her purse.
She glanced into the dirty, streaked mirror above the washbowl, looking for signs of perverted lust in her face. She saw none and sighed with relief...
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When she returned to the car, she was startled to see Harry behind the wheel.
"I thought you were napping?", she said, opening the door.
"I couldn't sleep, Mom. Hop in and let me drive for a while."
Lily was disappointed, very disappointed. Now that she's composed herself somewhat, she had been secretly hoping to once again watch her son fondle himself while she masturbated. Her need for a deep, satisfying orgasm was strong. Reluctantly she got into the passenger's seat beside him.
"But you don't have a license!" she asked.
"Don't worry, Mom. This isn't the first time I've been driving on this back road. And if the cops show up, you can always tell them that you are teaching me to drive!" he answered. "Why don't you get some shut-eye yourself. We still have half an hour drive. Then half an hour climb!"
Lily pulled the lever and lowered the backrest as far as it would go and stretched herself out, giving her son a tantalizing glimpse of naked thigh as she settled herself in the comfortable bucket seat. Harry's cock was soft when they pulled out onto the back road, but it didn't stay that way for long. He kept giving his mother sideways glances, eyeing off her prominent tits and firm, creamy thighs. The vent on Lily's side was open and every now and then, the wind lifted her skirt, blowing it up further and further. A quick look told Harry that his mother's eyes were closed, so he stared brazenly at her exposed thighs. He was just about to reach over and lift up the hem a little more when his mother moaned softly and opened her legs... the wind did the job for him.
His mother's skirt was now so far up her thighs, that Harry could see her crotch plainly. He blinked and gasped, then moaned with excitement as he realized his mother wasn't wearing any panties. His cock leaped to attention inside his pants, bulging painfully against the rough material.
"It's awfully warm," mumbled Lily.
Her hand tugged at her blouse, pulling several buttons open. Harry's eyes widened at the sight of his mother's cleavage, which was much deeper than the girl's at the cafe. He could see that her tits were even bigger than he had imagined... and firm too. His hand dropped to the bulge in his groin and he started to rub himself again. His cock was hard as a rock. He could see the lips of his mother's tempting smooth slit glistening at him between her carelessly open thighs.
"It sure it is!" mumbled Harry.
"Do we have long to go?" she said from her sitting position
"Maybe five more minutes!" he said, looking ahead at the road, giving up at sneaking picks at her...
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The rain had held off until Harry and his mom were just over half way up the slope to their cabin. They left the car at the base of the mountain because the road till the cabin was too bad. And if it rained, the car would be useless on the way down, not to mention up.
And as they expected, when the rain struck, it came down with a vengeance. It came down in buckets and they were both soaked to the bone minutes after the downpour began.
There was no where to escape. They couldn't hide from it. They had to go on. They sloshed mud and goo that was sometimes knee deep as they slowly made their way up the mountain trail.
"Merlin, Mom, why didn't we take our wands with us... I hate getting soaked..."
"Because honey... at the cabin we always do things the muggle way... it's something me and your father agreed on long ago..."
"I'll have to thank Sis for this soak when we get back home..."
"Oh, don't be such a big baby... she just... wanted to get that pipe cleaning out of the way and offered your services since your dad couldn't make it..."
"Yeah, you're right... I don't think she wanted us to get soaked..."
"At least this soak gave me the incentive to do something your father said we should do long ago..."
"Yeah... what's that?"
"Instal a firelace at the cabin... or I get punished like this..."
"You should never punish me again... I'm seventeen now... remember?"
"Yeah... I know... but you're still underaged... and you still live under my roof... "
"So does dad... but you don't punish him..."
"Oh, but I do... punish him..."
"Sleeping on the couch for a night or two? Aren't you punishing yourself also?"
"You cheeky bastard..."
And another half mile passed.
"Can't you side along apparate us to the cabin or something?"
"Oh, stop whining... it's just a bit of summer rain... it's not like you haven't been soaked before... and we're only a few hundred yards away from the cabin..."
"A few hundred yards of hiking in the rain..."
"We'll be there soon... and then we'll get dry clothes..."
"But we had to get soaked?"
"If you want... we could always go back home... and when the rains stops... we still have to come back..."
"Nah... don't have to..." Harry said when he spotted the cabin a few hundred yards away, just when it seemed like they would never make it.
And after reaching the cabine.
"Finally," he groaned, stopping for a moment in the pouring rain. "I didn't think we were going to ever get here."
"I'm starting to think the same..." his mom, Lily, panted, rain streaming down her face. "I can't wait to get into something dry."
Clumping up the steps and onto the porch, Harry flopped down and untied his mud-encrusted boots while his mom unlocked the door.
"I'll get a fire going," he told her, stepping around her as she pulled her boots off, "and you can go ahead and get into some dry clothes before you freeze to death."
"Aren't you a darling," she shivered, her teeth chattering loudly.
Slipping his backpack off, Harry set it by the door and headed for the fireplace leaving a trail of muddy water behind him.
"Boy, am I glad Dad and I put some wood inside last fall," he said, hearing his mom's boots clump to the floor, "or we would be up the river with the proverbial paddle."
"You've got that right," she shivered, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. "I'm freezing."
"Hurry up and get into some dry clothes," he told her as he built the fire.
Putting some paper and kindling in a pile just as he had been taught by his father when he was little, he lit it the muggle way. The paper and small pieces of kindling quickly burst into flames. Then he added several larger logs to the pile and stepped back to admire his handy work. As he watched the fire grow in strength, he peeled his sopping shirt off and pitched it over on the hearth. The warmth from the fire felt good on his skin as he stood warming his hands.
Then he heard his mom coming out of the bathroom.
"I'm afraid that all my clothes are drenched," she complained walking back into the room with a big, white towel wrapped around her. "And here I have only this... I guess that you'll just have to excuse my appearance until I can dry something else to wear."
"Hopefully that won't take too long," he grinned at her, pointing to the fire, "I have a fire going."
"You'd better get out of your wet clothes, too," she smiled at him, walking up beside him and warming her hands by the fire, "we don't want you catching a cold either."
"Gladly," he said, picking up his backpack and trudging into the bathroom.
As cold and dreary as it was, he wondered where he would sleep as he skinned off his saturated clothes. He usually slept on the couch by the fire, but as cold as it was, maybe he should let his mom have the bed by the fire.
Searching through his pack, he found that all of his clothes were soaking wet too. Shivering, he grabbed a towel. Drying himself off with it, he tossed it aside and grabbed another towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he picked up his pack and left the bathroom.
"It looks like we are both in the same boat," he laughed, strolling back to the fireplace, "Nothing in my pack is dry either."
"I think today we wont be doing much... pipe cleaning," his mom said as she spread her clothes out in front of the fireplace to dry, "With this rain, it will be a drag... maybe we'll do some cleaning around the cabin..."
"Couldn't you just apparate home and get our wands?" he whined, "I don't want to stay up here a day or two... just cleaning..."
"Oh, stop your whining... it will be fun... we do this every summer..." his mom grinned, walking over to the cabinet.
"Yeah... but when we do that, we do it with magic... not the muggle way... that way we finish in a few hours..." he complained, spreading his clothes out in front of the fire.
"No... my decision is final..."
"Yes, Ma'am!" he answered, grumbling. "By the way... do we have enough food to stay up here until we finish? Or you have to apparate to get some?"
"Plenty... I stocked the last time me and your father apparated up here..." she grinned, rummaging through the cabinet, "now what would you like to eat?"
Spreading out the last of his clothes, he turned around to see his mom searching through the cabinet. As she bent over, her towel rode up her thigh baring her long, lovely legs all the way up the very bottom of her butt. His mom sure had beautifully legs, he thought as he stared at them. They were full, and curved at just the right places.
The legs of a thirty-eight years old witch that engages in plenty of outdoors activities to look almost like an athlete's. Very much helped also the fact that magicals aged different from muggles. A hundred years old magical looked very much like a muggle in his/hers late twenties. His mom... well, no muggle would think she had all those years under her belt. Maybe very early twenties, but no more.
And for the first time, she found himself ogling her legs and feet. Not very different from all the other witches he's beeen fucking, he thought, admiring the swell of her well-developed calves. Suddenly, an image flashed through his mind of Katie's calves over his shoulders from a few weeks back when he fucked her last on a table in an empty classroom back at Hogwarts. Then Mione and Tonks in the same position. On their backs with their calves on his shoulders. Wow, this day could have been such a fun one if Mione would have kept her mouth shut. His day got from one promising to be a great one, to a bummer one. And then, while hiking up to the cabin, it began to rain, and his day quickly became a shitty one.
Just then, his mom bent over a little farther and suddenly he found himself staring at the protruding lips of her pussy, beautifully exposed between her inner thighs.
Bloody hell... he thought, she still doesn't have any panties on.
He was unable to tear his eyes away from her exposed femininity as he felt a searing flash of excitement tear through his penis.
Her pussy was beautiful. His mouth fell open as he openly gawked at the captivating gash of pink flesh peeking out at him from between her sexxy thighs.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HARRY POTTER? he asked himself as he continued to stare at his mom's conspicuous nudity. That is your mother's pussy you are gawking at. You'll probably get struck by lightning if you don't stop looking. He felt like a pervert, but he couldn't take his eyes away from his mom's nudity. Although he was excited by the captivating view, he was filled with shame and disgust.
Maybe he was a perv for fucking his own sister. But from that to fucking his own mom was a long way. No one was supposed to do something like that. Even if sometimes wizards were a strange bunch and their customs were weird, meaning incest existed, not much, but it was there... and of course, nobody talked about it. One such exception being in ancient families, mostly for the heads of houses. For fucks sake, his godfather, Sirius Black was married to Bellatrix Black... and they were kissing cousins. But even around wizards, mother son incest was unheard of.
Then she stood up. Tearing his eyes away from her, he was able to escape detection as she turned toward him.
"Well, did the cat get your tongue?" she asked him.
"Uh, oh, uh," he stuttered, his face turning beet red, "Uh, I don't care, uh, surprise me."
"What is wrong with you?" she asked him, looking down at herself. "Am I embarrassing you being dressed this way?"
"UH, I, uh, I don't know," he muttered, turning to hide the bulge that had suddenly formed under his towel.
"Okay, if you won't tell me what you want, why don't you get us a glass of wine while I throw something together," she told him, turning back to the pantry.
"Yeah, uh, sure," he replied, stumbling over to the other pantry where the wine was kept.
With shaking hands, he opened a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass. While his mom wasn't looking, he quickly downed it. Then he filled both glasses.
"Here," he said, handing Lily her glass as he held the bottle in front of the hump under his towel.
"Thank you," she smiled at him taking a sip of the wine. "Very good choice."
Harry bumbled back over to the fireplace, setting the bottle on the table as he went. Squatting in front of the fire, he picked up a log about as thick as his wrist. He was just about to put it on the fire when their privacy was suddenly interrupted by a jarring knock at the front door.
"What in th...," he blurted out, jumping in fright.
"Someone is at the door," his mom said, a look of apprehension spreading over her face.
"Do you want me to answer it?" he asked her.
"I guess so, but be careful," she cautioned him.
Walking over to the door, he laid the log on the table by the couch. Creeping up to the door, he turned and looked at his mom. Then shrugging his shoulders, he slowly opened the door a crack.
He couldn't believe his eyes. There was a man standing on the porch pointing a huge muggle pistol at him. In the instant it took for him to react and try to slam the door, the man shoved his foot in the crack, keeping the door from closing.
"What's going on?" Lily shouted from across the room.
"Man, gun," was all Harry could grunt as he struggled to close the door.
"That's not very neighborly of you, my lad," the man laughed coldly as he slowly forced the door open, still pointing the gun at Harry. "Not very neighborly at all."
"What, what do you want?" Harry asked, seeing that it was futile to try and stop the man.
Harry stepped back from the door and let the drenched stranger step inside.
"Just a place in out of the rain, laddie," the invader smiled evilly, jerking the gun and motioning for Harry to step farther away from him. "That's not too much to ask on a horrid rainy afternoon"
Harry didn't answer him as he watched the man's eyes sweep all the way around the room before returning and stopping on Lily.
"Well, well," the man said, "what kind of party do we have going on here?"
"What, what do you mean?" she asked, her face reddening.
"It looks like missy here has invited her boyfriend up to the mountains for a little hanky-panky," he leered, slowly easing his sopping coat back off his shoulders and letting it plop to the floor.
"How rude," Lily spit out. "How dare you come into our cabin and accuse us of such a thing. This is my son and just who the fuck are you?"
"My name's not important, but you can call me Tom, if you need a name," he smirked, motioning Harry away from the fire. "I just jumped to the obvious conclusion what with both of you looking so young and running around half naked up into a lonely cabin."
"All of our clothes got wet when we hiked up here earlier," she explained futility.
"Hey, Lady, you don't have to make excuses to me," he said, "it doesn't make any difference to me one way or the other."
Grinning lewdly, he turned and keeping an eye on them, clumped over to the fire. As he stood in front of the fire warming his hands, the only sound was that of the wood snapping and crackling as it burned. Then he spoke again.
"You, boy, go get me one of those towels like you and your mom are wearing," he ordered Harry.
Harry frowned, but turned and started for the bathroom. Maybe the man would leave if he had some dry clothes. Then just before he stepped into the bathroom, Harry heard the man speak again.
"While you're in there, close the door and don't come out until I tell you."
"No. No. I won't leave you alone with my mom."
"Do it boy. Do it now. Do it before my finger gets tired and one of you gets shot," he growled angrily, purposefully pointing the gun at Lily to make his point.
"Harry," his mom said softly, "do as he says. Please."
"But Mom," Harry started to continue his protest, but stopped when he saw the look on his mom's face.
"He won't do anything to me."
"You listen to your mother, Harry," the stranger laughed coldly.
"You better not do anything," Harry threatened uselessly as he stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
The instant the door was closed, the man quickly laid the gun on the table where he could quickly scoop it up should Lily make a dash for it.
"You'll have to pardon my rudeness," he muttered, his teeth starting to chatter, "but, I'm about to freeze to death."
Then, as Lily watched on in disbelief, he started to undress. Within moments, he stood before her as naked as a jaybird.
Her face blazing with embarrassment, she quickly turned away.
"What's wrong," the intruder chortled, picking up the bottle of wine on the table and taking a long, deep pull on it, "don't you like my laddie boy?"
"Oh," she mumbled, facing away from him, "how crude."
"Haven't had any complaints about him in the past," the man smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Maybe, I'll let you play with him later," he cackled, "maybe that will change your mind."
"Hey, Boy, bring me that towel," the man shouted, picking up the gun again.
Harry stepped out of the bathroom and stopped. He couldn't believe his eyes. The man was standing in front of his mom without a stitch of clothes on. Harry's face reddened with anger and shame. Despite his anger, he knew there was nothing he could do to stop the man.
"Bring the damn towel over here, boy," the man commanded, motioning at him with the gun.
Suddenly, the gravity of their predicament dawned on Harry. They were trapped in their cabin with a deranged psychotic.
Would he do unspeakable things to them and then kill them?
Harry broke out in a cold sweat as he slowly trudged over and handed the towel to the man.
"That's more like it, laddie," the man smirked wrapping the towel around his waist as he kept the gun pointed at Harry. "Now why don't you get us another bottle of wine and we can have a real party."
As the stranger spoke, Harry saw his mom look tentatively over her shoulder. Seeing that the stranger had covered himself, she turned and faced them. As Harry looked to her for guidance, she nodded her head. Harry walked over to the pantry and opened it.
"What do you want with us?" Lily asked the man as Harry pulled out another bottle of wine and opened it.
"Well," the man paused, leering at her spitefully, "I have a couple of ideas to get us started and after that, we'll just have to play it by ear, or prick I guess would be more appropro."
"Oh my, what, what do you mean?" she gasped.
"Well, lady, why don't the both of you come over here by the couch and get nice and cozy while I explain the rules of engagement," he grinned lewdly, stepping back away from the couch.
Harry and Lily looked at each other helplessly. Seeing no escape, they both shuffled over to the couch like two prisoners being led to the gallows.
"Set the bottle down right here," the man said pointing to the endtable.
Harry felt a growing sense of doom and helplessness inside his chest as he set the bottle down as he had been told. Then he slowly back away from the table.
"Mom, why don't you have a seat on the couch here," the man told Lily.
She hesitated for a couple of moments and then slowly sat down. She tried to keep her long, curvaceous legs together so that the stranger wouldn't know that she was naked under the towel.
"Okay," the man grinned perversely, picking up the bottle and taking another long pull on it, "Now, Harry, I want you to take your towel off so your mom and I can see your laddie boy."
"WHAT?" Harry sputtered, unable to believe what he had just heard.
"You heard me," the man growled, "take your damned towel off."
"Hell, No," Harry sputtered.
Then he heard the click of the gun being cocked.
"Okay, okay," he groaned, turning away from his mom so she wouldn't be forced to watch him uncover his manhood.
His whole body turned bright red from embarrassment as he slowly untied the towel and let it slip to the floor.
"Damn, Harry, that is one big cocker you've got hanging there," the stranger laughed, looking down at Harry's dangling cock.
Harry had never been so humiliated. His whole body turned beet red as he stood facing the man. What was the crazed mad-man going to do now? Waiting, Harry's mind feverishly sought a way to extract them from the devilish dilemma they found themselves in.
"Show your codder to your mom, lad," the intruder ordered him, laughing harshly at Harry's humiliation.
Harry had never felt such hate. There was a rage growing inside of him that would soon be uncontrollable. His magic began to also flare. He didn't move, hoping that the man wouldn't make him face his mom.
"Come on, Mom," the man leered, taking another swig off the wine, letting some of it spill down his chest, "tell your boy to turn around so you can take a look at his laddie."
Neither of them reacted to the man's leering threat.
"Turn around, Harry, or I just might have to shoot it off," the stranger snapped, pointing the gun down at Harry's dangling manhood.
Realizing that defiance might end in bloodshed or worse, Harry knew he had no other choice.
"I'm sorry, Mom," he whined as he slowly turned and faced her.
They were only three or four feet apart as he looked down at her. She had her eyes closed.
"Open up those pretty greens of yours, Mommy," the intruder ordered her.
Ever so slowly, she opened her eyes, looking up away from her son's exposed masculinity. Their eyes met for a moment. Then to Harry's amazement and shock, he watched as her eyes quickly flicked down to his drooping masculinity. Harry nearly died as her eyes widened momentarily then swept back up to his face. Harry couldn't decipher the look on his mom's face, but he could see that she was blushing, too.
"Quite a hanger your boy has there, don't you think?" the stranger chuckled.
Neither Harry nor his mom spoke, not knowing what was coming next.
"Answer me," the man commanded, "don't you think your boy has quite a cock?"
"Uh, uh, Yes," she finally said so softly Harry could barely hear her, "he has a lovely penis."
"It is so lovely, I'll bet that you would love to suck on it," the stranger laughed, mimicking her as his face twisted into a devilish scowl.
"Please. Oh, Please," she groaned fearfully, "don't make us do that. Please. I'll do anything you say, but please don't make us do that."
When Harry had heard what the man said, he had suddenly felt a jolt of wicked excitement tear through his body.
He couldn't believe what he had heard. The man wanted his mom to suck Harry's cock. Harry wasn't able to control the primitive excitement that was quickly evident as his cock began to swell and grow. While a part of his mind found having his cock sucked by his mom in front of another person disgusting, another part of his mind found it exhilarating wicked. But what would happen to them after they had done as he told them? Would he kill the both of them?
For a few moments, the only sound was the fire, snapping and popping. Harry suddenly realized that the man and his mom were both staring at his cock. Looking down, he saw that his cock was already starting to lift up away from his dangling balls.
"God, NO, don't let this happen to me," he prayed to himself.
But he could only curse his own frailty as his cock continued to swell and harden, lifting its huge purple head higher and higher.
No one said a word until his cock was finally ripe and hard. He had always been proud of his giant penis, but now he hated the arrogant column of rock hard meat that jutted out of his groin. To add injury to insult, it bounced up and down in time with his heartbeat as it pointed directly at his mom.
"It would seem that your son doesn't seem to agree with you on this subject," the man cackled insanely, pointing down at Harry's thick, hard cock, "I think that he wants his mom to suck him."
"Harry, how could you?" his mom complained, looking up at him.
"Mom, I'm sorry," he blubbered, tears of embarrassment and shame flowing down his cheeks, "I couldn't stop it, it just happened."
"Hey, now that Harry's showed us what he has and got his cocker charged and ready," the man chortled, taking another swig of the wine, "You show us what you have Mom."
"NO, Please. Please don't make me do this," she begged the intruder, "Please, not in front of my son."
"Come on, Mom," the man leered, dropping his towel to reveal his own half hardened cock, "I'll show you mine and you show me yours."
"No, Please," she pleaded desperately.
"Quit fooling around and take it off," the man ordered her brusquely, pointing the gun at Harry's head, "or POW."
Sobbing helplessly, she slowly untied the knot and let her towel drop to the couch.
"WOW," the man exclaimed, almost dropping the gun as he stared down at her beautiful breasts.
She self-consciously tried to cover her nudity, but there was just too much to cover.
"And you say you're his mom? I don't believe you! You're too young! Anyway, move your arms," he ordered her, " I want to see all of you."
Harry couldn't stop himself from peeking down at his mom. He felt his mouth go dry and his cock twitch wickedly as his eyes glazed over. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined. His mind was torn between excitement and self-disgust as he leered down at her. He had never seen such perfection. Her breasts were magnificent. They were perfectly formed. They were big and beautiful. Not too big, just right. If his sister had Ds, his mom had DDs. They had to be 36 or 37DDs, his mind thought dementedly, as he watched her melons wiggle and jiggle seductively. They were full and heavy. They wiggled ponderously as they were very firm on her chest, not drooping at all. Just perfectly and beautifully.
To Harry, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Harry's mind was in chaos. He didn't know what was going to happen to them, but he couldn't take his eyes off his mom. He cursed the man for subjecting his mom to such humiliation, but down deep inside, he was happy that he had this occasion to see his mom naked. Not only that, he found himself wanting his mom to take him in her mouth. He hated the man for being there, but without him none of this would have happened. In a sick and perverted way, he hoped the man would carry through on his threat and make his mom suck him. And maybe after that, the man would make him fuck his mom.
Oh, no, that would be too much, he thought. Just thinking about it made his heart beat faster. He hated himself, but he found himself wanting to do bad and depraved things to his mom. He wanted to do everything to her, but not hurt her. He was afraid that he was loosing his sanity and felt on the edge of loosing all control when suddenly he was brought back to reality by the man shouting at him.
"Hey, Boy, Wake up."
Drunkenly, Harry tried to clear his head of the perversions that had filled it.
"What, what, what do you want?" he muttered inanely as his eyes cleared.
"I think your mother has changed her mind," the man smirked at Harry, "I think she wants to suck your big, bad cocker after all. So take it over to her."
Shaking his head to clear the confusion, he looked down at his mom. He had never seen anyone look so helpless. Then he saw her nod her head up and down ever so slightly. He couldn't stop the jolt of excitement that tore through his cock making it jump up and down wickedly. He nearly died of shame when he heard the man laughing at him.
"Mom, I'm sorry," he sobbed.
"I know," she whispered, slowly reaching out for him, beckoning him to come to her.
Frightfully, he took a couple of steps toward her. Now he stood facing her. His hot, heavy, throbbing cock magicly dancing up and down in front of her face.
Holding his breath in anticipation, he watched with depraved excitement as she slowly bent forward and gently kissed the big purple head of his cock. He nearly lost it. It felt like he had stuck his cock into an electric socket. His whole body tingled as the thrill of her touching his cock exploded in his brain. Then he had to use every last ounce of his will power to keep from cumming as his mom opened her mouth and slowly sucked the bloated head of his cock into her mouth.
"OH, FUCK, MOM," he groaned as he felt her tongue tickle the delicate underside of his quivering cockhead.
Harry almost went into shock as his mom slowly sucked more and more of his giant cock into her mouth. His heart was pounding so wildly, he felt like it would burst at any moment as he watched his mom's soft, full lips encircling his thick prod. Slowly her ruby red lips engulfed more and more of his thick, hard penis. At last, he felt his engorged cockhead nudge up against the back of her throat. Even as his head reeled with depraved excitement, she held him in her mouth. Lovingly, gently, she sucked on his penis. Then she began to suck harder as her tongue flicked around his pulsating basilisk. Harry knew he couldn't keep the river of burning cum damned up inside his aching balls much longer as he felt her sucking on him.
Then, she slowly eased her head back away from him, letting his spit covered prick slither out of her mouth. Afraid she was going to quit sucking on him, Harry was elated when she stopped with the great purple cockhead still inside her mouth. Suddenly another spasm of depraved excitement tore into his brain as he felt her take his dangling balls in her hand. He couldn't believe it. Then she began to gently squeeze and fondle them as she sucked him back into her mouth. As he watched on in stunned ecstasy, she began to move her head back and forth, stroking his jutting maleness with long, deep, slurping sucks. She hungrily devoured his cock as it loudly slid in and out of her mouth. Harry's whole essence was now centered on his mom's lips and the wicked delight they were bringing him.
Then his hips began to involuntarily move back and forth in reverse rhythm with her head. Every time her head went back so did his hips, then when she sucked him back into her mouth, he thrust his cock deeper into her hot, sucking mouth. Unable to stop himself, he drove his cock into her mouth deeper with every stroke. Still, she didn't stop. If anything, she sucked harder as he fucked her face. Out of control, Harry shuddered as he felt the pool of molten cum in his balls begin to boil and bubble as it sought release. The eminent eruption grew nearer and nearer as his mom's mouth bobbed back and forth on his cock.
All at once, a great lancing shock of pleasure shot out from his balls. Feeling them explode, he grabbed hold of his mom's head and held onto it as he savagely fucked her face.
"OHHHHCANTSTOPCUMMINGMOM!" he blathered out as his cock erupted inside her mouth.
Expecting her to push him away, he was shocked when she continued to suck and pull at his erupting penis. She didn't even flinch as she took the first gusher of his thick, hot cream. Swallowing it eagerly, she waited for more. Even after the first giant gusher, she continued to pull and suck on him. As she did, his cock jerked again and spurted out another thick stream of his rich semen into her mouth. She hungrily swallowed it too. Again and again, his cock bucked and spewed gush after gush of potent, hot cum into her mouth, but she took all he could give without complaint. It was as if she was trying to suck his body dry.
At last his cock finally stopped shooting off and slowly began to shrivel and shrink back down to some semblance of normalcy. Harry felt so drained and exhausted, he could barely stand as his mom slowly let his retreating manhood slither out of her mouth. As it flopped out of her mouth, he stumbled back. Then he nearly fainted as she looked up at him. Staring into his eyes, she slowly ran her tongue around her full, red lips, lapping up the small amount of cum, his cum, that had escaped during their... what ever this was...
As he had stumbled backwards, he would have fallen on his butt if he hadn't slumped against the table. Exhausted, he leaned against the table and looked over at their tormentor. The man had the bottle of wine turned up and was draining it. Harry couldn't help noticing that the man's big cock was almost fully erect. Fearful of what would come next, Harry watched the man set the bottle down. Then, with a sense of arrogance, Harry realized that his cock was longer than the man's. At least a couple of inches longer, and thicker too, he smugly thought.
"That was quite a show," the man said, the alcohol beginning to influence his speech, "but now it is time for the really big show, huh, Mom."
"I don't think I've seen any Mom give better head," he chuckled as he lurched around the table toward them. "I can't wait to get those big, soft lips of yours wrapped around my old codder."
Harry felt his stomach heave with disgust as he realized what the man was going to make his mom do.
"Just watch, boy," the man leered, waving the gun at Harry for emphasis, "and I'll give you a few pointers for the next time your dear Mom sucks on you."
Harry looked on with disgust and hate as the man shoved his thick, bobbing prick into Lily's face.
She had no choice. She quickly opened her mouth. Then leaning forward, she sucked the man's disgusting cock into her mouth.
Harry had never felt such rage. He wanted to strangle the man as he watched his mom's mouth bob up and down on the stranger's gross penis. Strangely, not only did he feel hatred, but there was also a strong element of jealousy intertwined with the hate. A hate that if he had a wand, he could really concentrate into a Crucio. Maybe even enough for an A.K.
Only moments before his mom had been sucking his cock and that was acceptable, but now the stranger had taken her from him. Harry couldn't stand it. He never wanted his mom to give this stranger what he had just given him. Never to have that man's cock in her mouth. He never deserved that. And he had to get rid of the stranger. But how. The man had a gun. His and hers wands were a hundred miles away. Then as the man's eyes closed for a moment, Harry glanced quickly around the table.
There it was. The answer. The log that he had set down when the stranger knocked on the door was only an inch from his hand. Slowly, as his mom continued to suck on the stranger, Harry moved his hand towards the log. His fingers brushed against it. He could feel the rough bark against his knuckles as his senses became more acute. If only, he could get hold of it.
Watching the man's movements growing more and more erratic, Harry realized that the man was getting more and more excited. Waiting for his chance, Harry saw the man's eyes narrow and his legs begin to strain and tense. The moment was almost at hand. As the man grew more and more distracted, Harry quickly wrapped his fingers around the log. Now all he had to do was wait for the opening.
It came almost quicker than he expected.
"OHSHITIMCUMMMINNNNNG," the stranger gasped as he thrust his hips forward, driving his entire cock down into Lily's throat.
Harry heard his mom gag and saw the man squint his eyes as his hips jerked back and forth wildly. It was all the opening Harry needed as he brought the log all the way up from the table hitting the man in the back of the head with all his strength... and unknown to him at the moment, a large part of his magic.
"THOMP" went the log as it smashed into the back of the man's head.
Then everything began to move in slow motion as Harry watched the man's body stiffen for a second and then begin to fall. Like a broken doll, the man toppled backwards, pulling his cock out of Lily's mouth. As his cock flew out of her mouth, it sprayed her face and breasts with its load. Like some obscene cannon, the man's cock continued to spew and spurt even after he had slumped to the floor.
As the man fell, Harry dove for the gun. Grabbing hold of the gun, he was surprised at how easily the gun slipped from the stranger's fingers. Grinning jubilantly, Harry held the gun thrust up in the air.
"Now who's the boss, asshole," Harry growled at the man's unmoving body as he kicked him in the ribs.
The man didn't respond to the kick.
"Are you okay, Mom?" Harry asked, poking the gun into the man's ribs but still getting no reaction.
"Yes, uh, yes, uh, I think so," she mumbled shaking her head, "Oh, Thank You Harry. I think you just saved our lives."
"Here, hold this on him while I get some rope and tie him up," Harry told her, handing her the gun, "and shoot the son-of-a-bitch if he so much as twitches a muscle."
"Okay, I think I can do that," she said coldly, "maybe I'll do it even if he doesn't move."
"Good," Harry grinned crazily, the heat of battle still thick in his blood.
Harry couldn't help glancing down at his mom's beautiful breasts as he jumped up and started across the room. Strangely, neither of them was worried about their nudity at the moment, he thought as he brought the rope back to the stranger.
The man looked dead, but Harry found a pulse when he lifted the man's arms up. It was a weak, steady pulse, but a pulse nonetheless. Too bad for the intruder, but he should have thought of that before he busted in on them. Even if they wanted to get him to the hospital, there was no way they could make it down the mountain in this rain. Maybe apparate, but that never wasn't a good thing when you're body is full of adrenaline. You could splinch yourself and end up in a few different places, as far as he knew about apparition. And at the moment, Harry was sure his mother wasn't in the mood to do that for this dirtbag.
He quickly trussed the stranger up. When he was finished, he took him by the arms and drag him slowly across the room and into the bedroom. Pulling him onto the big rug by the bed, he looked around the room to see if there was anything the man could use for a weapon should he wake up. He didn't see anything so he rolled the man up in the rug. Standing up, he stared down at the man, not believing how much he hated this man.
Shaking his head in disgust, he left the room. He quickly grabbed a chair and drag it up to the door. Wedging it under the knob, he secured the room. Shaking the chair, he was finally satisfied that the man couldn't escape.
Strolling back into the main room, Harry stopped at the pantry and pulled out another bottle of wine. Opening it, he picked up two glasses and headed for the couch where his mom still sat. As he walked up, he saw that she hadn't moved. She still sat on the couch with the gun resting in her lap. She made no effort to cover herself as he walked up. He was naked, too, but for some reason, it didn't seem to matter all that much after what they had just been through.
His mother didn't even seem to notice he had returned as she sat staring into the fire. He filled the glasses with wine and sat down beside her.
"Here, mom," he said, holding the glass out to her, "Let's drink to our victory."
"What, uh, what," she stiffened, offhandedly taking the glass of wine, "what did you say?"
"I said let's drink to our victory'," he repeated himself, tapping her glass with his, "we beat the son-of-a-bitch."
"Oh, I guess we did," she smiled weakly as she took a sip of the wine, "At least you did."
"I couldn't have done it without your help," Harry said, regretting what he had said before the words were out of his mouth.
"I sure did," she murmured, taking another sip of wine as one lone tear slowly ran down her cheek.
Harry didn't know what to do. He watched her as she slowly sipped her wine and stared into the fire. He was still captivated by her beauty. Strangely, even if sometime had thought of his mom in a sexual sense before today, it never was like this. Now, it was the only thing on his mind.
Then, almost as if she was coming out of a fog, she turned toward him and slowly ran her eyes up and down his body.
Harry was abruptly torn between pride and shame as his cock slowly began to stiffen and grow.
To his amazement, her eyes lingered on his developing erection for several seconds, making it grow even faster.
"You're still naked," she finally said slowly and distinctly.
Then she looked down at herself.
"And so am I," she added.
"After all we've been through, clothes don't seem to be as important as they were before," he mumbled apologetically, "but if it bothers you, I'll put on a towel."
"Huh, what," she said, making a half-hearted attempt to cover her breasts with her arm, "I'm so tired, I don't know what to think."
"Hop up for a minute," he smiled at her, wrapping his towel around his waist, "and I'll make the bed for you so you can take a nap while I make us something to eat."
"Okay," she smiled at him as she slowly got to her feet.
Harry stood mesmerized by her beauty unable to keep from gawking at her breasts as she rose from the couch.
"I think I'll clean up first," she grinned, emptying her glass of wine and dropping her arms down to reveal her wondrous breasts to him once again.
Then with a furtive smile, she turned and walked over to the bathroom.
Harry followed her with his eyes drinking in the loveliness of her delectable backside. He couldn't explain the feelings that were boiling inside his head. Desire, guilt, wonder, lechery, shame, and need were all tumbling about getting intertwined and mutating. Suddenly, he knew that he must make love to her, somehow... someway... today?
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The thoughts had taken their toll and by the time his mom returned, the front of the towel he was ballooning out obscenely. Underneath the towel, his hard, jutting cock throbbed with incestuous desire. He was delighted to see that she was still naked as she slowly ambled up to where he stood, her breasts wiggling enchantingly.
"There," he said, stepping back and sweeping his arms over the bed in pantomime, "Slumber awaits M'lady."
"I hope so," she smiled at him, her eyes quickly flitting down to the conspicuous bulge under the towel, "but it is obvious that sleeping isn't paramount in your thought."
"Uh, I'm sorry, Mom," he apologized, trying to cover the giant lump with his hand, "I just can't stop it."
"It's okay," she smiled tiredly leaning over and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, "I think I understand."
Bending over to get into the bed, her hand brushed up against his obvious erection causing it to jump and jerk underneath the material.
"I'm sorry, Mom, there's nothing I can do to stop it," he futilly explained.
"I know," she murmured, closing her eyes, "you don't have to apologize. It is just a natural reaction."
"Yeah, that's it," he smiled, "it's natural for me to react this way."
"Unh-huh," she mumbled sleepily, "natural."
The rain continued to hammer down on the cabin roof as Harry watched his mom crawl under the covers. Reaching down, he tucked her in.
As she closed her eyes, he stood staring down at her for several minutes. Finally, he tiptoed over to the cabinet and prepared them a snack. After that, he went over to the window. It was only around four or so in the afternoon, but that heavy rain made the day outside pretty dark. Not dark as in the evening, but not far from it. What a day it had been. It would be a day that he could never forget. From what promised to be a great day to bummer to shitty to hellish to great to... now... what? He didn't know...
Smiling to himself, he went into the back room to check on their prisoner. Stopping outside the door, he listened for a few moments then opened the door. The man hadn't moved and his breathing was regular... so Harry closed the door and repositioned the chair...
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