Lovely Deception

"Really, James? That's what will take you to have sex with me?" Lily asked with a mild scowl, shooting a judgemental look at her sheepish husband, who dared to chuckle.

The couple was sitting together in the living room, having a very frank discussion about their sex life, or more precisely the lack of it.

They had been married for the last sixteen years and somewhere along the line, James had lost his youthful lust for her.

He was only 35 years old and yet couldn't perform well in the bedroom for his wife. Even 35-year-old muggles didn't lose their sex drive this soon or so suddenly. And for the magicals, who aged very slowly, James was considered an anomaly.

If they both suddenly decided for a whimsical stroll in the muggle world, people wouldn't consider them any older than 25 and see them as newlyweds or something.

But what was the use of this prolonged youth if she couldn't get this annoying itch scratched thoroughly?

She would have seriously considered looking somewhere else to satisfy this carnal hunger if that wouldn't mar her relationship with her family. And that would no doubt only lead to breaking off the Potter family which was the last thing she ever wanted. Absolutely not, she wouldn't ruin her family for anything. Not even the urgent need for sex was strong enough to destroy her relationship with her son. Even if James was a poor excuse for a husband, he had helped her in bringing the perfect adorable thing into existence which was her Harry. She wouldn't give him up.

"Yes, I want to polyjuice myself into Harry and have sex with you. Now, don't give me that look, do you even know how embarrassing it was to confess my 'mommy kink' to you?" James grumbled under her cold gaze, not backing off with his demand.

Now wasn't that a problem?

James hadn't touched her for more than a year and even the time before that wasn't exactly filled with wild bed-breaking sex. That certainly had left Lily pent up, very very pent up. Her hands and the magical vibrator could only do so much. They couldn't replace the real thing.

Finally, out of the blue, her husband had decided to return to his husbandly duties, but with a weird request attached to it. How was she to proceed further?

On one hand, she would offer her very limbs to feel a real cock buried inside her, but having sex while her husband was wearing her precious son's body was too strange for her to even imagine.

It was just outlandish, something she wouldn't have ever thought in her wildest dreams. But was she really going to let go of this chance to have sex, which decidedly was a very rare privilege for her?

No. She would have a cock in her cooch, damn it! Even if that was her husband's cock pretending to be her baby boy's cock. Ugh! Even that caused so many confusing feelings to sprout inside her.

"You really want to become Harry to have incestuous sex with me?" She asked again, praying he would say no.

"Yes, I really want to fuck you, mum." James smirked, making her shiver in… disgust? No, it was some other feeling that didn't have a word in the English dictionary.

"...Fine, you pervert." She sighed, disappointed in herself that she was desperate enough to even put up with this. She hoped Harry would never come to know of this. She was absolutely going to take this with her to the grave.

Just at that moment, Harry flooed home from his friend's house and stepped out of the fireplace, finding them lounging on the sofa.

Lily blushed as her fifteen-year-old son walked towards them with a mischievous grin plastered over his face. He is so handsome, she mused with adoration. Her cheeks only reddened some more when he decided to slump down beside her and cuddled against her side, throwing his arms around her.

"Mum! Dad! What are you both talking about?" He asked curiously, perching his chin atop her shoulder, his face too close to hers.

"Uhm… Poli… Politics." She stuttered, trying not to look at his irresistible lips. Damn James! His weird incest kink was going to be the death of her, it was already pulling her mind into the gutter.

"Politics? Heh, what a lame excuse. You are blushing, mum. Did I interrupt something?" He laughed, hugging her and looking up at her with amusement.

"Yes, Harry. I was just going to bonk your mother. But as always, your timing sucks." The shameless bastard joked back.

She immediately covered her son's ears and threw a dirty look at James. "Mind your tongue around Harry."

James just smirked uncaringly.

Harry laughed some more and pushed her hands off his ears and pressed a loud kiss on her mouth. "Aw, you are too adorable sometimes. Be my wife, I'll take proper care of you."

Usually, his cute lip kisses and marriage proposals were sweet and heartwarming, always able to brighten up her day and bring a smile to her face, but now that she had dirty thoughts about him just a minute earlier, this usual kiss really felt like a kiss even though no tongue was involved. These kisses had started when he entered his third year and he had been throwing marriage proposals at her since he was barely five. Which was so cute that she had squealed obnoxiously many times before.

Her cheeks burned and she jumped out of the sofa, out of Harry's comforting grasp. She shot him an apologetic look at seeing his confused look.

It's not you, my lovely boy. It's me. I can't suffer your innocent affection when your dad has pervaded my mind.

"Sorry, baby. I've some work to do. Marry me later." She smiled and leaned over, kissing his head and practically fleeing from the room.

She didn't notice Harry's gaze moving down to her arse as she walked away.

Like all mothers ought to do, she hadn't grasped it yet that her cute little son wasn't innocent anymore, that he had already left his childhood behind and was well on his way to adulthood.

"I did as you asked." James grumbled once Lily was out of the room.

Harry turned to look at his father and nodded, smirking infuriatingly. "Good. Then make yourself sparse after dinner. I'll take proper care of mum throughout the night."

James frowned. "Is it really necessary?"

At that, Harry shot him a glare. "Follow the plan, dad. Or I'll tell mum what you, Sirius, and Nymphadora were doing a few days ago at Black Manor."

James scowled, not really thrilled about getting blackmailed by his own son. How he wished Harry hadn't caught them at the New Year Party. But the three of them were drunk and had been feeling adventurous when they decided to fuck in the bathroom. And that was when Harry stumbled onto them.

Honestly, James hadn't lost his lust as he told his wife every time she made a move. No, he was still a very sexual man. It was just that he had completely lost interest in his wife. He had already fucked her for the billionth time, there was nothing new or exciting left to do with her. But Nymphadora on the other hand was a junior Auror under him. She would do anything for him. She would even agree to a threesome with him and Sirius.

James had exploited his position as the Head of the DMLE and fucked many bitches throughout the years. But none of them came even close to how enthusiastic and kinky his Nymphadora was.

It had been more than six months since he started an affair with the young Nymphadora. Most of the time, Sirius was there with him when the two best friends took the two holes of the pink-haired metamorph babe together.

Truthfully, even though Lily was hot, she was nothing compared to Nymphadora Tonks. That girl could change into anyone. Movie stars, old crushes, milfs. Really, at this point, he thought that he had fucked almost all the sexy women around him through the metamorph. Fucking the pink-haired girl was far more interesting than having sex with his wife.

Although the biggest problem why he had lost his lust for Lily was because he was a deviant. And Lily wasn't. James needed another man beside him to fully enjoy the pleasures of nubile flesh. While he wasn't into men, he absolutely loved it when his best friend was with him, drilling into the same girl as him. Lily would never agree to this. She didn't like Sirius enough to let him fuck her too. She wouldn't agree to a threesome with anyone, period. And so, he had mostly ignored her and found pleasure elsewhere.

Did he feel bad that he was betraying his wife? A bit, yes.

Was he going to stop any time soon? Absolutely not.

Still, Lily was his wife, he didn't like the thought of another man touching her when he wasn't present. Even if that was his own son.

"Are you really going to blackmail me to have sex with your own mother? How shameless." James said sternly, trying one last time to see if he could turn him away from this path. But the resulting glower that he received told him that he wasn't successful.

"Shut up, dad. I don't need you to tell me what shameless means. The only reason I'm not telling mum about you is that it'd break her heart. And if you can't see how dumb you are to ignore my goddess-like mum, then it's your loss and my gain. I'll give her all that she wants if you are not capable of providing it." Harry spat and stormed out of the room, not wanting to say some other cruel things which might never be able to take back.

James heaved a sigh, feeling bad. But he wasn't strong enough to change his way of life for his family. He had always been a skirt-chaser. Marriage and fatherhood weren't going to rein him in.

XXX

Dinner was a bit of a tense affair. Lily could clearly see that something was going on between her husband and son. Throughout the dinner, not once did Harry glance at his father, keeping his gaze firmly down on his plate, while James kept shooting him annoyed or apologetic looks.

It was quite a rare thing. Her Harry wasn't really a moody boy. Quite the opposite, he was bright and jovial and chirpy, possessing the ability to bring a smile to anyone's face. As the silence lingered on his part and he refused to participate in the small talk, she herself became annoyed and glowered at her husband. It was his fault that Harry was acting like it.

James returned her glare with a deadpan look from across the dining table, already used to being seen as a villain whenever something happened between him and Harry. His wife always took Harry's side in situations like this, so he wasn't really surprised.

"Harry, dear, are you alright?" She asked softly, placing her hand on his shoulder and squeezing it.

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm fine." He said with a small cute smile. She nodded reluctantly, easily able to see the fakeness of it.

As the house elves vanished the dirty plates and the three prepared to separate to do their own thing, Lily hugged him tightly, almost crushingly, and whispered in his ear. "You can tell me anything, Harry, you know that, right?"

"Yes, mum." He smiled, his lips pressed on her neck as he squeezed her waist.

"Good." She pulled back, bringing her arms to cup his face. He was already as tall as her. It seemed just yesterday when she lovingly held her baby boy while he drank from her breast. Time surely flies fast. "Goodnight, Harry."

She kissed his head.

She wasn't surprised when instead of letting her go, he pulled her right back into him and placed his mouth over hers. His arms coiled around her, squashing them together. He kissed her heatedly and shocked her when he pried open her mouth and slipped his tongue. A jolt of electricity passed through her spine, making her stiffen.

She stood still, unresponsive, as her sweet son snogged her senseless. His hands dropped from her waist and his fingers spread over her arse cheeks, trying to encompass the large round buttocks, sinking into her flesh, and her thin leggings did nothing in preventing him from coping feel of the voluptuous flesh beneath the fabric.

Ten seconds into the kiss, her senses returned, but as she put her hands on his shoulders to push him away, he strengthened his grip on her arse and gave it a hard squeeze, mauling her cheeks. She felt weak in the knees and moaned in his mouth while he sucked on her lips. She blushed when she realised the thing poking her groin was her son's throbbing erection. She could have easily shoved him away but something held her from doing so.

There was a sense of desperation in his kiss, a call for help if you will, and she couldn't in good conscience leave him be. She already felt bad seeing him all morose and gloomy and didn't want to add to it.

She did not kiss him, but let him snog her as much as he liked. She kept her mouth partly open to accommodate his writhing tongue and their growing pool of saliva but didn't participate in the lewd dance. She didn't complain as he squeezed and fondled her arse, as he clawed on her bum. And she tried to ignore his pulsating cock sandwiched between them, but it was difficult since she could feel the hardness and heat of it seeping through her skin.

It felt like it would go on forever, and she didn't know why she didn't feel like complaining, but minutes later, he stepped back. His mouth disengaged from hers with a wet pop sound, a string of saliva connecting their lips. She froze again when he leaned forward and licked her lips clean. But at least he didn't kiss her again and stared at her with love and adoration. And more than a healthy amount of burning lust.

The blush travelled down to her neck as she got wet between her legs. Shivering under his gaze, she unsubtly rubbed her thighs together.

She couldn't muster up the courage to ask what the hell this was.

"Goodnight, mum." He smiled brightly and gave her one last hug before skipping away towards his room.

James, who had been standing beside them from the beginning, couldn't help rolling his eyes. It was plainly clear that Harry was staking a claim to her right before him, telling him that she was his now. An amused smile played upon his lips as he looked at his panting wife who was caressing her wet red lips. He didn't know why but he found this entire situation hilarious. His sense of humour was really skewed.

"What was that?" He asked.

She was startled and looked at him like deer caught in headlights, her blush darkening, realising that she had let her son smooch her in front of her husband. "Hell if I know! I didn't expect him to kiss me like that."

James chuckled. "Or molest you like that?"

She sighed and shook her head with a frown, relieved that he wasn't mad. "Don't worry. I'll talk to him tomorrow. For now, go get ready."

"Heh. It seems it isn't just me who has a weird kink. Did Harry's kiss make mum wet?" He grinned mockingly.

She got flustered and shooed him away. "Just go and get ready."

XXX

Lily was sitting in the bed with her back propped against the headboard, thinking about her baby boy's sudden interest in her.

Why had he suddenly kissed her? What was the reason behind it? Was he sexually attracted to her? But that shouldn't be possible, should it? He was just her sweet baby boy. He hadn't ever shown sexual interest in her before, then why now?

As she pondered deeply about Harry, she came to a realisation that, no, it wasn't as sudden as she liked to think. Her son had always been intrigued by her. His sweet and naive romantic marriage proposals. His not-exactly-a-kiss kisses. His tendency to take every opportunity to cuddle into her. It all showed that.

She just hadn't noticed it until he bulldozed through her ignorance with his recent kiss. But now that she went through her memories with a new perspective, she realised that he really had been giving her plenty of hints.

She could only blame her motherly heart for making her blind to his intentions. To her, his every action had been cute and endearing. But now that she was cursed with the truth, she didn't know how to move forward.

What was she to do? She couldn't ignore it anymore, not after how bravely her son had tried to convey his feelings. But she couldn't exactly return his feelings either. She was his mother. They weren't supposed to do things like that with each other. And then there was James too. He wouldn't exactly be happy to know that she was even humouring to let her baby boy into her bed.

'Argh! I'm too horny to think straight right now. I'll decide how to move forward in the morning when my libido won't interfere with my judgement. Now, where is my pervy husband?'

She waited impatiently, hoping that James would just hurry up and stick his cock inside her. She was already dripping wet from anticipation.

A minute later, Harry strolled into the room topless with just boxers on. He stopped a short distance away and stared at her like a starving peasant.

It was expected, of course. She was wearing special underwear for this special event.

A silky bright red bra enwrapped her large breasts, its snug fitting offering a deep cleavage, and the matching thong hid her pussy but left everything else bare.

He gave her a slow once over, his gaze boring into her body. Her dark red hair was left unbound, flowing down her back in waves and her milky pale skin shone in the moonlight that was emitted by the enchanted bedside lamp. She literally looked divine. He wouldn't even freak out much if she suddenly sprouted white wings. He greedily took in the offered feast and ran his eyes over every inch of visible skin.

"James?" Her voice brought him out of his trance.

"Yes, Lily. It's me, James. Let's fucking do this. But I'll act like Harry from now on as we have discussed before." Harry lied and got into bed.

He was surprised when she enthusiastically tackled him and forced him onto his back. Climbing over him, she straddled his crotch, making him gasp and grip her waist. She giggled feeling his hardness through his boxers and ground herself against him.

"Fuck it." She groaned and slid over to his side on her knees to rip his boxers and take off her own two pieces.

When the two were entirely naked, she hurriedly climbed back to her previous position and kneeled over his shaft. "Sorry, Harry, we can make love later. But for now, let me ravish you."

Saying that she guided his cock into her dripping labia and slowly sat down, taking it inch by inch, letting it stretch her insides and spread her hole until he was balls deep inside her.

Lily moaned loudly as she was finally given a real cock to stir her insides. Her walls angrily clamped around his appendage and refused to let it go, fearing that it won't come back. She ground her arse over his crotch instead, seeing that her pussy was not going to let her pull up anytime soon.

"Mum, mum, mum, mum, mum." Harry whispered hoarsely as her burning inner muscles squeezed and unsqueezed his length rhythmically, feeding it with heat and warmth. It felt like a magical furnace in there, a perfect mixture of dampness and heat. He was glad that he had prepared for this and had wanked earlier or else he would have been already pushed over the edge.

It took half a minute before her insides relaxed a little. She laid over him and pressed her face in the crook of his neck. Parting her lips, she nibbled over his skin and bit hard enough to leave a mark.

Harry hissed and squeezed her big round arse cheeks tightly, digging his fingers into her firm flesh as she sank her teeth in his. He let out a groan when she raised her arse sluggishly before slamming down with a force.

"Mum!" He gasped at the sudden move, his mind getting overwhelmed by all the new sensations. It was his first time after all. But his mother wasn't aware of it. For her, he was James roleplaying as Harry. She didn't know that it was her baby boy's virginity she was taking.

So without consideration, she began riding him. Her hands placed over his chest for balance, she jumped up and down his shaft with wanton moans and screams, uncaring about how rough she was being.

She was finally getting it and was in no mood to play gentle.

Her big shapely boobs swayed over him, but he was far too gone to make an effort to reach them. He lay there groaning and grunting, holding onto her aggressive arse as she fucked him thoroughly. The pleasure from his groin had travelled to every part of his being, as did the mounting pressure. He felt like a taut bowstring ready to fire the arrow any second.

But he knew that she would be disappointed if he came now. So, he bit his tongue and held the urgent need in check until the beautiful red-haired demon slumped over him and shook as if she had been electrocuted, trembling from head to toe, squirting over his already slobbered cock. Realising that he could finally let it go, he embraced her tightly and drove his cock as deep as he could, and released into her womb.

"Wow, I needed that Jam— Harry." She mumbled sluggishly with closed eyes, correcting herself, toppling over to his side, and ignoring the generous amount of fluids spilling out of her nether lips.

Harry smiled and cuddled into her, throwing his one leg and arm over her and pressing a brief kiss on her lips. "I love you, mum."

Her eyes snapped open and focussed on him. "What did you say?"

She sat up abruptly, taking him with her and grabbing onto his shoulders.

"Uhm, I love you, mum. I'm still playing my role." He whispered the latter part conspiratorially. But she wasn't paying attention to his words. She had cupped his face and brought it close to hers, so close that he couldn't see anything but her beautiful visage.

"Say it again." She ordered.

"I love you, mum." He repeated, a bit taken aback by the intensity of her tone.

Her eyes filled up with tears and she backed away fearfully. "You are not James. You're Harry. Real Harry. James hadn't said 'I love you' with such affection in many years. Only my Harry is able to say that with such conviction."

He froze up as his mum so easily saw through the deception. He didn't know what to do next. He hadn't thought he would be caught.

"Oh my dear boy, what have I done to you! I took away your precious first time without knowing. I took it away like a starved beast instead of like a loving partner. How will I ever look at myself without shame? What have I done!"

Her voice was soft and low, but it contained such despair and self-hatred that Harry could very well imagine how pained she was after the realisation. He scooted closer before he took her in his arms. She readily grabbed onto him and began crying bitterly.

"Forgive me." She kept on chanting with a hoarse voice.

He rubbed her back gently. "It's me who should apologise, mum. You did nothing wrong. It was me who tricked you. And while I had good intentions, I still tricked you. I'm sorry. Please don't cry. Or I'll cry too."

She looked up at him with teary eyes and stared expectantly. "Good intentions?"

She asked, having thought that he was just here because he wanted a chance to fuck her and somehow roped James into this scheme. And while she was disappointed in them for the cruel deception, her self-anger was far more prevalent in her mind to muster up the rage. So, she was obviously confused about what his 'good intentions' were.

"I didn't want to tell you, but I guess I don't have any choice."

She stiffened at his worried tone and took his face into her palms. "What is it, Harry? Tell me.

She could see how serious it was with the way he was trying to not meet her eyes.

She kissed his cheek and looked into his warm green eyes. "Tell me, sweetie."

"Dad is cheating on you, has been cheating on you for years. He came clean to me when I recently caught him red-handed with Nymphadora and Sirius."

She was stunned into a stupor.

Harry continued when he saw how shocked she was. "He told me how his interest in you waned and he sought others for sex. He also told me how he started ignoring your needs because 'doing it with you wasn't fun anymore'. And I was obviously angry. So, I thought fuck him, if he is stupid enough to ignore someone like you, someone so sweet and beautiful, someone so perfect, then I'll take his place. I'll give you what he can't. I'll make love to you. I'll be both your husband and son. I didn't want to see you break and sought other men to fulfil your needs. I just couldn't bear to see you with someone else. So, I blackmailed dad to go along with my plan so we can have sex and so you won't need to look somewhere else to take care of your needs."

She stared at him blankly, barely comprehending what he had said. But soon she was out of her stupor and his words seeped into her. Her face turned crimson from anger as James' truth came to light.

The fucking bastard was having affairs while she was dying for a touch of a partner. And her baby boy had to see his father in that state with another man and woman, he had to witness their parents falling apart. He had been forced to come here tonight, to have sex with her, so she too wouldn't attempt an affair and break their crumbling family.

The rage dispersed abruptly and despair surrounded her totally, suffocating her with her failure. It had come to this, it had come to her son to mend the family while they two fucked around.

How mightily they had failed as parents.

"I'm sorry, mum. But don't worry, I'll be with you forever. Please don't divorce dad. Let him fool around. He is stupid anyway. I'll take his place instead." Harry immediately said once tears began rolling down her cheeks.

She gave out a mirthless laugh and shook her head. "Don't worry, Harry. I won't destroy the family like James is trying to. But, baby, you don't need to, uhm, take care of my needs. I'll survive and won't attempt an affair as you fear. So please go back to your room."

"Oh."

She looked up, detecting the disappointment in his voice.

She arched her eyebrows at his crestfallen look and couldn't stop the amused smile from taking over his lips. "What? You really want to have sex with me? I thought that you were here because you wanted to stop me from committing adultery."

He blushed and smiled sheepishly, lightening her heart and brightening up her mood considerably.

"Uhm. I mean yes… but no. I mean it was both the reasons. I mean it's obvious. I mean who wouldn't want to have sex with you? You're one of the most beautiful women! I was so excited, but now you are telling me to go away." He stuttered and babbled quickly.

Lily ended up laughing. And her laughter went on for a minute. His simple words had halted her confidence from plummeting. With James's losing interest in her, it was bound to happen. But with the way her sweet boy's eyes shone with love and lust, she understood that it wasn't she who was lacking but James.

Both, the mother and son, were slumped on their knees in the bed before one another and were entirely naked. Lily didn't miss his gaze dropping down to her breasts as they shook from her laughter.

As it dwindled out, she sat up straight and looked at him. "We can't have sex now because I need some alone time to think about how to move forward. But since you have been so sweet, I'll allow you to touch me anywhere for two minutes. So, what do you want to touch, baby?"

She offered slyly, arching her back seductively and raising her arms to give him the best view of her big round breasts. She had noticed how interested he was in her boobs. He was a teen after all, and she didn't mind letting him fondle her a bit. She had already fucked him, a little groping wouldn't make it any worse.

Instead of taking her tits in his grasp as she had predicted, he hugged her tightly and mashed his mouth over hers.

He kissed her passionately, sneaking his tongue in and exploring her mouth with it. Unlike the last time, she reciprocated the gesture and kissed him back.

He held her close to his chest and kissed her slowly and lovingly.

She sighed blissfully and sucked on his mouth, growing wet between her legs.

They kissed for more than two minutes, but she didn't complain. At last, he moved away. She had to suppress a disappointed groan.

"Thank you, mum, for kissing me back. Now I can die happy." He joked, but his eyes were gleaming with love and his soft cock had gained semi-hardness.

She just nodded slowly, fighting against the urge to invite him back into the bed so they could fuck each other senseless. She moaned when he suddenly pressed his face into her neck and kissed it aggressively before biting a little to leave a mark.

"Now we have matching marks." He smirked, caressing the hickey she had left on his neck. She shivered, feeling the sore skin on her neck. But she couldn't complain. It was just payback after all.

Before she could lose her remaining sense and throw herself at him, she bid him goodnight.

"Good night, mum." He smiled softly and left her room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, she fell on her back and pulled in her knees, and spread her hips.

Then she fingered herself to sleep.

A.N. And here I come with another Harry/Lily story. And this time it is romance and fluff and sex, unlike my 'The Despoiling of Flower' fic. Go give that fic a read if you have a stronger stomach, lol.

Also, don't worry, I haven't abandoned 'The Strange case of love' or 'NTR'ing and Claiming Virgins Since 1994' fics. I have kinda lost interest in them so I'll need to reread and edit them a little to gain back interest. It will take some time so no updates for them in near future.

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