Chapter 5

Once When I Was Embarrassed

13 Years Old

Harry woke up with a silent yawn. His face, as usual, snuggled into his mum's chest. One hand of his was coiled around her waist while his leg was sandwiched between her hips.

It wasn't anything new.

This was how he usually woke up every morning since he was a kid. But for the last few days, this normal situation was having strange effects on him.

He was hard down there.

He felt a pleasant sensation bloom inside him at being so close to his mum's sexy body.

He, of course, knew that it was all due to hormones, thanks to the embarrassing sex talk his mum had given him a few months ago. But he couldn't believe how absurd these hormones made him feel. He had been sharing his mum's bed since he was a small child but never before had he felt this unique and great sensation.

He had never been bombarded with dirty thoughts about his own mum before. But now here they were, niggling in his mind and occupying all of his thoughts.

He could feel her squishy breast against his face. If he concentrated hard enough, he could even feel her nipple through the fabric.

He turned his head up and saw her beautiful sleeping face, feeling enamoured by her pouty pink lips. Her slender pale neck tempted him to bury his face in there and kiss her skin until it was red and raw. His gaze then shifted to her shoulder, on one of the straps of her nightie.

He wetted his lips. It wouldn't be too bad if he slipped the thin noodle string down her shoulder, right?

With a trembling hand and his eyes set on her face, he gripped the strap between his fingers and slowly started moving it down her arm.

His gaze lurched to her chest. The nightie was loose enough that it wasn't much work to move the thin strap down.

He gasped silently. Her one boob spilled out of the nightie as soon as the strap was down to her elbow.

He couldn't breathe, his heart was hammering against his chest, and his erection was throbbing in discomfort inside his shorts. Ignoring the strange urge to ground his boner against his mother's hips, he drank in the sight of her flesh.

Her tit was amazing. It was big and round, yet it retained its beautiful teardrop shape. And he knew from just the sight that it was firm too. Her nipple was a dark pink protrusion standing between a circle of the puffed-up light pink areola.

His hand was shaking as it went near her beautiful boob, seeking to feel the wonderful mound of flesh in his palm, to squeeze it in his grasp. But just before he could touch her, an amused voice scared the shit out of him.

Fuck, in his eagerness to ogle his mum's breast, he had forgotten to keep an eye on her face.

"Good morning, little knight. I thought it was your duty to safeguard my dignity. But here you are, shamelessly exploiting it."

Harry's face turned an impressive shade of scarlet as he quickly scooted back and looked up fearfully at her.

"I can explain. It is the wrackspurts. They fly around your head and confuse you. It's not my fault. It's all wrackspurts, I swear." Harry defended quickly. But even to his own ears, it sounded weak.

His mum's lips curved into a smirk as she pulled the strap over her shoulder, hiding her bare breast.

Harry stifled a groan and looked on with disappointment as the beautiful mound was hidden again by the nightie.

"Oh, is that one of Luna's imaginary animals?" She chuckled, remembering having heard about it. She kissed him soundly on his forehead as usual.

Harry was deeply embarrassed at being caught but gave her the morning kiss on the cheek. Although in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but ask himself how her lips would feel on his.

"Now Harry, we are going to have a serious talk. Sit in front of me. And don't worry, you are not in any trouble." She said with a kind motherly smile.

She sat up and tucked her legs beneath her.

Harry reluctantly took a seat opposite her in the bed.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. It was inevitable. I'm surprised that it took you so long to get interested in the female body. I knew that it was going to happen long before. You are now growing, Harry, you will feel these totally normal urges. But you should know when to control it and when to let loose. Touching any girl without her express permission is a big no. Never do that again." She explained patiently.

Harry nodded, not able to meet her eyes. She heaved a sigh and cupped his face so he had no choice but to look at her.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'm not angry or anything. As I said, I had expected it to happen. We do sleep in the same bed after all. And it's here where you'll see more skin and womanly curves than anywhere else for a while. I do like to think that I'm a little beautiful, so being tempted to grope me even though I'm your mother isn't that big of a deal. Don't sweat it." She said with a soft smile, caressing his cheek with her thumb.

Harry looked incredulous.

"Little beautiful? Seriously, you're the most beautiful woman in the world. I haven't seen anyone more gorgeous than you. You still look like you are 20 years old when in fact you are in your 30s. How can you say 'little beautiful'?" Harry asked in a deadpan tone.

She giggled and enfolded him in her arms. Wrapping his own hands around her neck, he tried bravely not to notice her voluptuous boobs squashed against his chest. That was a losing battle. He was blushing at the sensation of her firm tits on his chest. It was amazing how warm and soft it was.

"My little knight does know how to flatter his mum and make her very incredibly happy." She pulled back and gave him a loud kiss on his cheek, not noticing or ignoring his tomato-red face.

Harry's blush somehow darkened some more when her soft lips touched his cheek. He tried not to imagine how her lips would fit with his own. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the naughty thoughts.

"Good morning, mum. I'm going to take a shower now." Harry smiled at her and climbed off the bed, his hands in front of him, hiding the bulge in his shorts.

"Slow and soft thrusts, sweetie. Don't be too fast and don't grip it too tightly. You are also free to imagine me naked for help. I won't mind." She advised him with a straight face, curling her fingers around an invisible cylinder and pumping it.

"MUM!" Harry yelled in shock and mortification before quickly fleeing.

Lily couldn't hold her laughter anymore and burst into amused giggles.

"That was the best laugh I had in years." She smiled lovingly, rubbing the tears out of her eyes.

That became a fond memory for his mum while he cringed at the mere thought of it.

Since then, Harry did his best not to grope his mum anymore.

He had even asked her if it was finally time to part and sleep in different beds. But she had shaken her head insistently and pulled him possessively against her, hating the thought of him being away for the entire night.

It was really difficult for him to not get tempted to cop a feel.

Due to their sleeping positions, his one leg was always buried between her hips. Only a little push and his knee could even touch her womanhood. He even knew that his mother didn't wear anything under the nightie. Also, his face was always snuggled into her chest, only a thin fabric keeping his mouth away from her alluring nipples. Not to mention that his arm was always on the curve of her waist. Just a little shift and his hand could creep under the nightie and fondle her round arse.

But he was a boy who tried to follow his mum's orders religiously, so he didn't do anything inappropriate to her whenever he woke up beside her.