Chapter 7

Once When I Was Masturbating

Harry Potter was doing something crazy. Something he wasn't sure if was right or wrong. But he reassured himself that he was indeed in the right. His mother's words about imagination and reality assured him that he wasn't going against his promise.

'Imagining something isn't wrong. So, by that logic, masturbating while lying beside my sleeping mum and imagining the feeling of her body against mine isn't wrong either.'

He was propped against the headboard of the bed with one hand inside his shorts. He stroked his length feverishly while his mum lay on her back just beside him, her eyes closed and her breathing steady. Too deep in her sleep to notice what he was doing.

It was early morning. The sky was just starting to lighten outside the window. And his mum wasn't really a morning person so she would remain that way for some time.

'Mmm.' he stifled a moan as he stared at his mum while pumping his cock inside his underwear.

'Her lips, her soft plump lips, how amazing it would feel if it was wrapped around my dick. Her mouth, hot and wet, massaging my length as she suckled it. That would be lovely.' He fantasised. His gaze then moved down to her chest which was barely covered by the thin white translucent nightie.

'Her boobs, her big shapely mounds. How good they would feel in my hands. Ahhh! Those firm tits would be wonderful. I would never be bored by them and would love squeezing and fondling them.' He leered at her breasts. His hands were now moving fast. He bit back his lip to stop a groan of pleasure as his eyes stuck on the spot of her nightie where her nipples were poking the fabric. 'How sexy would it be to latch on those nipples and make her scream my name.'

'How amazing would it be if she still lactated? I could drink her milk while sucking on those alluring teats.' He was nearing the climax. The new fantasy of drinking her milk was just too sensual for him. He lowered his shorts and underwear down to his knees, freeing his erection, and started fapping with abandon. He ogled his mum's body, imagining all the naughty things he would do to her. From kissing her lips to fucking her tits, he would do everything.

He couldn't stop himself and moaned a little as he stared at her face, his fingers moving aggressively fast on his penis. As he was just on the verge of ejaculating, he stood on his knees beside her and pointed his cock at her face. Loving the mental image of her face covered in his own seeds. He was lost in pleasure, rational thoughts had left him. He knew that he would cross a line if he really sprayed his cum on his mum's face. So, with humongous effort, he directed his cock away from her at the last second and shot his seeds down on the floor.

He groaned, thrusting his hips erratically in the tight grasp of his fingers, milking every single drop out of his member.

He slumped back on the bed, pulling up his underwear and shorts. He waved his hand absent-mindedly, vanishing the gooey liquid on the floor with his wandless magic.

'What did I just do? Meh. Just fapped beside my sleeping mum, using imaginations and fantasy no son should have of their mother.' Harry thought in a self-deprecating amusement.

He lay there motionless for another hour beside his sleeping mother, trying not to look and admire her half-naked body until she woke up.

She was concerned to find him so morose and silent that morning.

"Are you alright, little knight?" she asked during breakfast.

"Yup. I'm absolutely fine. Brilliant, Happy, Joyous." he answered in a monotonous voice. Lily snorted in amusement, raising her single eyebrow.

"I see, so you are finally in your teenage rebellious phase. Then I must always be prepared for these sarcastic remarks instead of a straight answer." She complained, her lips parted in a smirk.

"Yup." He mumbled, not meeting her eyes.

She just shook her head, not finding it funny anymore. She remained silent for a few minutes as they ate their food.

A brilliant idea popped into her mind, making her grin excitedly.

"Harry, what do you say about going to the beach for a whole day? We could play in the water and relax in the warm sunlight." She asked, looking at him eagerly. Harry's eyes glowed in happiness and he nodded quickly.

"Yes, let's go. I've never seen the ocean." He answered, grinning at her childishly.

Lily hid a wince as she realised how isolated she had kept Harry and that he hadn't even seen the sea. But she also sighed in relief that he wasn't gloomy anymore and was smiling cheerfully.

"Then it is decided. We are going to one of the private islands that the Potters own. Go to your room and be ready in ten minutes." She announced, standing up from her chair and going to prepare for the trip. She shot a parting smile at Harry before leaving the dining room, not aware of his lustful and guilty gaze on her legs and arse.