Desperation

The knock on the door roused Harry from his sleep.

Sluggishly putting on his t-shirt, he moved towards the door with heavy legs.

The last night had been a dream come true for him, even though it had nearly ended in a disaster. Having sex with his mum and being able to finally kiss her was truly mind-blowing. It became his most precious memory that he would treasure until the end of his days.

He had even masturbated for a straight hour after coming back from her room, recalling the feel of her soft warm skin, of her intoxicating scent, and of the wet heat of her insides.

Presently, he opened the door and couldn't help but beam at the women in front of him. "Good morning, mum."

"Good morning, sweetie. I need to talk to you. May I come inside?" She requested, unable to hold his gaze for more than a few seconds.

Harry ushered her in, grabbing her arm and leading her towards the bed.

Lily couldn't help but smile at her son's jovial nature.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, giggling when he pulled her into the centre of the king-sized bed before settling right in front of her cross-legged.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" He asked with an easy smile, his gaze only briefly dropping to her lips before returning back to her eyes.

It made her smirk. Here she was, in just a loose black top that exposed most of her cleavage and a white shorts that left her entire legs bare. But instead of ogling at her tits or her sexy toned legs, he was more interested in her mouth.

It was a little strange, she confessed. If any other teenage boy was allowed to be in his position, their first urge would be to stare at her tits. But her baby boy would rather kiss her first before moving on to pawing her big curvaceous assets.

"I need your help." She said reluctantly.

"Anything for you, mum." He chirped up immediately, prompting her to roll her eyes in fondness.

Scooting closer, so he wasn't as far away from her as before, she cupped his face and gave him a sombre look. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but listen before agreeing. This help is going to hurt you if I'm correct about the feelings that you harbour for me."

"Oh." He mumbled at her apprehensive tone.

She nodded, leaning forward and placing a light kiss on his soft lips, quickly making him feel better as he returned it lovingly.

She blushed at the hungry look in his eyes as he placed his arms around her waist and stood on his knees, looming over her.

"Would you mind sitting in my lap for this discussion? If this is as bad as you are making it sound then I want to hold you during that period." He requested, and when she nodded, he pushed himself against the headboard and spread his legs towards the foot of the bed before drawing in his knees, so the only place she could sit was his groin.

She flustered when he patted his crotch in invitation. Only he could make such a vulgar intimate request in his sweet voice that she could never decline.

Crawling up to him, she stood on her knees and took her position above him. Biting her lip, she lowered her butt over his body and straddled his crotch, shuddering when she felt his morning wood squish underneath her weight. He placed his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, so close that her breasts were lightly grazing his face.

It was embarrassing how she was acting like an inexperienced teenager while her son exuded an aura of calm confidence.

So much of their body was in contact that her mind was getting overwhelmed with all the fuzzy sensations. The touch of his face. The throbbing of his member. His possessive hands splayed over her waist. The heat of his body.

It was just too much and yet she persevered instead of losing to her baser instincts, calming her beating heart instead of grinding her arse over the shaft that was snuggled against her core.

She felt a little bad for what she was going to ask, but the decision she had made was the best she could think of. It would benefit both Harry and her entire family.

"Drop the bomb. I'm as ready as I ever will be." He muttered, tightening their embrace, making her gasp at the sudden shift that brought her more closer to him, so close that her breasts were squashed against his face. Her cheeks coloured and she perched her chin over his head.

Shaking her head off the taboo thoughts, she wrapped her arms around him.

"I have a plan to rekindle your father's interest in me, a plan to mend our family." She whispered, and as expected, he froze before forcefully calming himself. "I'm going to make him jealous. I'm going to incite such possessive feelings inside him that he would want to return to me and claim me. And when he does, I'll set up some conditions for him. I'll ask him to give a vow to never betray me again."

Harry sighed as she mumbled that foolish plan. And the more she talked, the more annoyed he became.

"Are you stupid?" He groaned, pushing her away so he could look up at her face.

She frowned and shook her head. "I know it's a simple plan. But I need to at least try. And why are you being this way? You'll get to touch and fuck me. You should be happy."

Harry brought his hands up and framed her face. "Mum, I don't want you to feel disappointed. Because you will be, mark my words."

She smiled softly and placed a kiss on his head. "Maybe, maybe not. But I need to try one last time. It is my duty."

He scowled, biting back the angry words. "What if this fails?"

"Then I'll be free to do whatever I want. I'll be free to reciprocate your feelings."

His eyes widened, and for the first time he prayed his mum would fail and be disappointed.

She must have guessed what he was thinking because she laughed and mussed his hair. "I'll be going back, James would be waking now. Remember the plan and don't hold back."

"Alright." He mumbled, not exactly thrilled with what he was going to do.

Leaning forward, she placed a loving kiss on his mouth. And it wasn't just a peck, she allowed him to deepen it. And deepen he did, pulling her face and snogging her aggressively. She made a throaty sound as he shoved his tongue and traced the inside of her mouth. His eyes snapped open when he felt her hand slip inside his boxers and grab his mast.

Their lips remained interlocked as she squeezed his throbbing boner. Her hand was soft and delicate, and she expertly stroked his trembling cock. Just before this teasing could become a literal handjob, she pulled back and winked at him.

"Let's not rush it. I'll see you downstairs." With that said, she slid off the bed and sashayed out of the room, aware of his gaze on her thick arse.

Harry groaned at how easy he was. He should have protested against her plan. But maybe she needed this mistake to realise how impossible it was to tame his father.

Adjusting the cockhead that was peeking from his boxers, he hurried to the bathroom to be done with the morning ablutions.

XXX

Lily was standing at the kitchen table, waiting for her husband and son. She waved away the house elves who had prepared the breakfast, and they vanished at her command.

The stage was set.

She tied up her lush red hair into a ponytail. Then she adjusted the neckline of her white camisole, displaying more of her cleavage. And since she wasn't wearing a bra, the imprints of her nipples on the thin fabric were eye-catching. Though unlike usual, her blue shorts were skintight, accentuating her bubble butt.

There, normal but provoking clothes—checked.

Leaning on the table on her elbows, she stuck her arse out towards the door from where the approaching footsteps came.

"Good morning." James dropped into the chair in front of her, not even taking a moment to smack her behind.

… That was annoying, but not unexpected. It wasn't the first time he had ignored her signals afterall. Though her annoyance grew when he only spared a glance at her hanging breasts.

"Good morning. And thanks for last night." She smiled, still leaning on her elbows, wishing he'd gawp at her boobs that were one tug away from spilling out.

James' lips twitched as if he knew a secret joke that she didn't. The poor bastard was unaware that the joke wasn't a secret anymore, that she knew the boy who fucked her last night was her son and not him.

"I'm sorry if I was lacking last night. I wasn't at my best." James said airily, taking a sip of tea.

She raised her eyebrows, amused that he was indirectly insulting Harry. Now that wouldn't do. Her baby boy was the best at everything. "Oh no, don't be. If I'm honest, that was the best night of my life. I never knew you were so good. Maybe you should keep changing into Harry to spice up our life. The weirdness of your kink is wearing off."

She wanted to laugh as he almost did a spit take, not liking being shown up by their son.

He nodded slowly and wiped his mouth. "We'll see."

As he spread the newspaper on the table before him, Harry stepped into the kitchen.

Unlike James, he noticed her arse instantly and his palm came down with a force.

Smack!

It made her cheeks jiggle.

"Good morning, mum, dad." He cheered, walking towards his chair, taking the opportunity to drag his palm over her bum and giving it a squeeze, making her let out a husky moan.

James blinked owlishly as Harry sat down beside Lily, as if slapping her butt was nothing out of ordinary. Then he glanced at his wife, who finally took her seat, blushing and hiding a bashful smile.

"Lily, I think you should say something. Harry just spanked you. And I hope you didn't forget what he did last night during dinner." James' voice held an edge. This wasn't funny anymore. He had let it go last night when Harry smooched her in front of him. But ignoring it any longer would just allow Harry's lust to fester. He had thought having sex with her once would allow his son to see that she wasn't anything special and would encourage him to seek prettier girls his own age. Alas, it seems Harry was still just as obsessed with Lily as he was before.

"Erm, it's fine. Harry didn't mean anything by that." She chuckled, waving away his concern.

Before James could argue anymore, Harry sent him a glare. "Shut up, dad. Mum knows about your infidelity. And she happily agreed for this new arrangement, where you can continue buggering anyone while I get to fuck her whenever I want."

James paled and looked at his wife who didn't show a hint of anger at his betrayal.

"Don't be scared. You can keep having your affairs. My Harry is enough for me. I thought it would be a secret but he disclosed it." Lily shrugged easily, not screaming at him like wives would normally do at their cheating husbands.

James gulped down his relief and glanced between them. "So you knew Harry was Harry last night."

"Yep."

"Alright then. You and Harry can keep doing that." He said, unable to conceal his disgust. There was just something wrong in seeing your wife happy with another man. He'd rather she scream and yell at him than be this indifferent. Honestly, her apathy hurt more than he thought it ever would.

"We don't need your permission." Harry muttered, digging into his food.

James bit back a scathing reply, not wanting this situation to escalate any further.

The breakfast was awkward, at least for him. Harry and Lily, on the other hand, interacted normally, as if they weren't sleeping with each other. Though normality was kicked out of the window with Harry's sudden order.

"I'm feeling horny, suck my cock." Those were his blunt words.

"But your dad is—"

Harry clicked his tongue and slid off his chair. Then he turned to her and pulled down his boxers; his cock springing out in the open. Lily was left speechless, and so was James. Though James' incredulity just went over the roof when his wife adjusted her chair so she was facing their son's cock.

"Merlin! I'm here." James exclaimed, but they didn't spare him any attention.

Harry placed his hands on his waist as she grabbed his cock at the base and leaned down. Looking up at him with lustful eyes, she gave it a squeeze before exhaling over the tip and brushing her nose on it.

His cock twitched in excitement, making her grin. Keeping the eye contact, she stuck out her pink tongue and dragged it from the base to the tip; he shivered in pleasure and stared right into her gleaming eyes.

He didn't know his mum's tongue was so long.

Blowing air over his glans, she parted her lips and captured it in her hot mouth, her wet tongue pressing against the head.

He gasped and almost stumbled. Placing his left hand on top of her head, he leered down at her, slowly pushing his hips forward.

She swallowed.

Eventually, her nose was touching his groin.

Even with his cock buried in her throat, she maintained eye contact, radiating smug and lust.

His hand slid to the side of her head and he grabbed her ponytail.

Then he pulled back his hips before pushing once again.

With each repetition, he became less kind, going in faster than before. Couple of times she even gagged, but he didn't relent.

Glog… glog… glog… cough! Glog… glog… gasp! Glog… glog… glog…

James watched all of this like a bystander seeing two vehicles collide in a deadly accident. It was horrible but arresting; he couldn't move his gaze away as Harry face-fucked his mother. And the surprising thing was that Lily happily allowed it, looking up at him endearingly while gagging and drooling over his cock.

Minutes later, Harry went rigid and stood on his toes, tugging her red ponytail until her face was flushed against his crotch.

James saw Lily swallow his release while tears rolled down her face. He was confused why he had popped a stiffy. He shouldn't be turned on after watching his wife blow their son. That was just too weird. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Lily wiped her tears and placed a gentle kiss on his glans before readjusting her chair and focusing on her food. She looked over at him and simply shrugged. As if saying, 'how can I not suck him off when he is being like that?'

"Thanks, mum!" Harry cheered and pecked her cheek before shoving his cock back in his pants and walking away.

Apparently, his mood had improved after that blowjob.

James was in a daze and confused, more so because of his own throbbing erection.

As Lily finished her plate, his gaze dropped to her tits that were one pull away from getting exposed. Deciding to have a nostalgic bite of his beautiful wife, he stood up and moved towards her.

Lily peered at him curiously as he stopped behind her and leaned forward, perching his chin on top of her head. "I want my sexy wife back from my horny son."

She moaned as he shoved his hands inside her camisole and squeezed her sizable breasts, his thumbs brushing against her stiff nipples.

He brought his lips near her ear and whispered. "Come on, let's get to the bedroom."

Lily took his hands and pressed it harder against her chest, against her aching nipples. "Do you promise to be loyal? Because I'd rather have all of you than share you with your whores."

"Alright, I'll be loyal." He bit her ear, twisting and pinching her nips.

The next moment, she stood up and faced him as he fondled her breasts, his fingers digging in her pillowy flesh. "Swear on your magic. Swear that you'll never cheat again."

Her serious tone brought him out of his lustful trance. And he blinked before stepping away, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep that impossible promise.

Lily's face fell and her eyes hardened. "I see. It's final then. Whatever. I know Harry will be loyal and love me if you won't."

The hurt in her voice made him regretful, but not regretful enough to change his personality. Pushing his hand through his hair, he muttered and 'sorry' hurried away.

XXX

That night James wasn't surprised when Lily left their room for their son's. But he was surprised by how he used his Invisibility Cloak to follow after her.

Slipping in before she could close the door, he found a corner to stand and observe.

"Mum?" Harry smiled, sitting on the foot of his bed in just boxers, his torso bare.

Lily returned his smile, dropping her night robe, revealing that she was wearing nothing but a pink thong. "I tried, Harry. I tried to tempt James into becoming loyal. But it was impossible, as you predicted. I am sorry for making you treat me like that in the morning, in my hopeless bid to arouse James. But now I can move forward and reciprocate your feelings, doing whatever you wish me to do."

Harry's smile seemed to grow bigger and bigger. "I am glad."

Lily chuckled wryly; it would feel odd to anyone's ears, hearing her son say that he was glad for the permanent fissure in his own parents' marriage, but she was already aware of the feelings he harboured for her. "I know. Now you can have me all for yourself."

"I can." He whispered, running his eyes over her divine body. "But first I have some requests to make."

"Go on." She smiled, walking over to him, her thighs sashaying wickedly, and her breasts shaking with each hypnotic step. Before she could take a seat beside him, he pulled her into his lap, making her smirk and rub her plump voluminous arse over his excited crotch.

She sat sideways in his lap, leaning back on his arm, and looked hungrily at his beautiful face.

Goosebumps formed all over her pale skin as he rubbed his hand up and down her bare back. The rising of his tent underneath was enough proof that he was enjoying it just as much as her.

"I want you to move into my room. Dad has abandoned you, he doesn't deserve the blessing to sleep beside you." He said, splaying his hand over her spine, his fingers lightly digging in her back.

She straightened her spine, firmly pushing down her arse over his hidden erection. "Okay, sweetie. Next?"

"Be ready tomorrow. I'll be taking you on a date in the muggle world. And since you barely look like a woman in your mid-twenties, it won't be too controversial." He announced.

Her eyes brimmed with warmth at his heartfelt gesture.

She grabbed his chin and placed a kiss on his mouth. "Okay. I'll be ready and make myself beautiful enough to turn heads, making every man jealous of you."

He let out a snort. "You already are that beautiful. You don't have to do anything extra."

She giggled and pecked on his cheek, her fingers twirling in his hair. "Fine then, I will try to become a goddess like you keep saying I am."

He shrugged, deciding not to repeat his words and say she already was.

"Any more requests?" She asked suggestively, shifting, grabbing his shoulders and throwing each knee on either side of his lap, straddling his crotch.

Harry moaned, placing his hands on her plump arse, the thong not even trying to cover her cheeks. "Just be with me forever. Love me everyday. Fuck me everyday. Sleep with me everyday. Kiss me everyday. Smile at me everyday. Sit in my lap every day. Be near me all the time. Just be with me."

Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded shakily, unable and not wanting to shrug off his confession. "I will be with you forever, sweetie. Now push down your boxers so I can ride you until we are satisfied. Until we are bruised and exhausted."

As she leveraged his shoulders to stand on her knees over him, he pushed down his boxers to his ankles and kicked them away while she slid down her thong. He helped her out of her thin underwear and pulled her down on his towering mast.

Lily moaned as she impaled herself on her son's cock, feeling his thick veiny pecker parting her folds and rushing into her weeping pussy.

His hands grabbed onto her thick arse cheeks and helped her bounce up and down in his lap, his eyes rolling back in the sockets as her heat and wetness suffocated him every time he pushed into her.

Lily moaned incoherently, clawing at his shoulders while riding him hard, the noise of their skin slapping together even louder than their sounds of pleasure.

Harry couldn't stop himself as her breasts swayed with every bounce. Clamping on her teat, he continued rocking his hips while she jumped up and down, a portion of her breast trapped in his mouth.

Lily keened when she felt his lips and tongue on her stiff nipple. When she felt his teeth too, she threw back her head and rode him wildly, so fast and so hard that the sounds of their fucking would easily echo in the whole manor.

James' hand was in his pants, furiously thrusting into his palms as his wife fucked their son. From here, she looked like a sex goddess. Her beautiful red hair bounced around with each downward thrust. And her tits oscillated in the most hypnotic fashion. But it was her arse jiggling at each collision on Harry's hips that he focused onto. The way her pussy swallowed Harry's cock in and out was the most intriguing thing in the world.

He came with them. When he saw Lily tremble and slow down, he upped the pace. And just as his son emptied his balls inside his own mother, James sprayed his seeds in the confines of his pants.

With a blush, he escaped the room, weirded out by his new kink. Perhaps he should have joined them. Maybe he should have approached Lily from behind while she was bouncing in Harry's lap. Then he could have pushed her forward and shoved his cock into her arse, making her pass out from double penetration.

He shivered in arousal, his cock ready to go for another round. He liked that fantasy. He like the image of him and Harry fucking Lily together, of him and Harry ruining her holes. And it wasn't anything new, he always liked double teaming on Nymphadora with Sirius, so double teaming on Lily with Harry wouldn't be too new.

He wished he could turn that fantasy into reality. But after hearing his son's confession, he understood that Harry actually loved Lily more than anything and wouldn't even dream of sharing her. And not to forget about Lily, she would castrate him if he asked her to share her body between him and Harry.

No, it was impossible. There was more to Harry's and Lily's relationship than just lust. And he wasn't suicidal enough to butt in now after abandoning his wife.

Whatever, he can simply ask Nymphadora to turn into Lily tomorrow so he and Sirius can fuck her together. That was the benefit of having a kinky metamorphmagus as your underling. You can just fuck anybody without really fucking them.

He closed the door to his room, knowing Lily wouldn't be returning ever.

A.N. Now I dub this fic complete. This is it. The end. I almost made it a threesome between James/Lily/Harry, then I decided not to be dick and discarded the idea. Hmm, my interest in a threesome between the Potters increases by everyday, maybe I will write that shit some time if I get some damn free time.

Anyways, thanks for reading, and be assured that I still do plan to finish The Strange Case of Love. It just has a couple of more chapters to write.

As for the other ongoing fic, Ntr'ing and Claiming virgins since 1994? It is abandoned, because it was just in its infancy stage. That fic will easily cross 200k words mark and I don't have that much time on my hands. So yeah, that's the plan for now, finish The Strange Case of Love and then probably retire and stop writing fanfics anymore.

Also, I heard some smut writers got yeeted. I somehow survived. Anyways, you can find all my works on Ao3 if this account gets yeeted too.