Chapter 15

Once When I Was Fucking My Professor

Harry was sitting on the first bench as 'Professor Potter' lectured them about the war initiated by Grindelwald.

She was in front of the class, standing ramrod straight beside her desk. Her beautiful face wore a serious expression while she described the various important events that happened throughout the war.

Her bright red hair was bound in a tight bun.

She looked and acted like a strict teacher. Which wasn't jarring for him anymore, who knew how playful and humorous his mum actually was.

It had taken some time, but he had gotten used to his mum's professional persona in her class.

She shot him a stern look when she noticed that he wasn't paying attention.

He straightened up in his chair, not wanting to get scolded in front of the others. Although his mother had never done that before, he wouldn't want to take a risk.

As the minutes flew by, his focus started to slip. Harry couldn't help but discreetly stare at certain parts of her figure which he shouldn't have, at least not in the class where they were surrounded by so many students.

Even though his mum was wearing a very conservative grey robe that fell all the way down to her ankles, it still caused a surge of lust to burn within him. It wasn't hard for him to imagine the curves hidden beneath the thick robe when he had already seen and touched those said curves.

A sudden idea came to him. It was a crazy idea, maybe even a disastrous one if it was revealed to others. But he felt his body shiver slightly in excitement. His teenagehood was roaring at him to implement this idea instantly.

'No, I shouldn't do it, not now. She'll be extremely mad if I actually do that.'

'But it will be a fun experience, no? Very fun experience. I shouldn't do it, but I want to. I can't stop myself.'

'Honestly, it won't be too bad. She always teases me, she would be a hypocrite if she complains about it now. Although teasing her while she is talking about killings and genocide isn't very appropriate. Whatever, let's see how much control mum has over her facial expressions.'

Harry hid a scheming smile and prepared to go through with this crazy idea. He crossed his arms in his lap and attentively listened to her lecture while he silently cast the spell.

Lily stiffened when she felt a light touch on her left breast.

It was gone before she could even register it. Still, she was absolutely sure that it wasn't nothing.

Someone had actually touched her. Who and how? That was a question.

She kept on with her lesson while letting her gaze roam over the class to see who the fuck was messing with her now. Her eyes instantly zoomed on Harry whose lips were twitching in mirth. Still reciting the necessary details of the war, she discreetly checked if her son had his wand in his hand.

He didn't.

His hands were crossed in his lap and he gave the appearance of an ideal student.

An innocent ideal student.

The widening of her eyes was the only reaction when suddenly an invisible hand groped her left boob gently.

Unlike the last time, the sensation didn't vanish. She could still feel a hand placed over her chest.

It was not moving, but it was definitely there, she could feel the texture of fingers cupping her breast.

'That little tyke! How's he even groping my boob while sitting innocently in front of me?' She thought with a mild annoyance when she caught him hiding a grin.

At least it was her son and not some other student messing with her. That was a big relief.

Honestly, Harry could do anything and she wouldn't get mad at him. He was just too cute to get mad at. And they had become almost unnaturally obsessed with one another by this time to see each other in the wrong. If tomorrow Harry comes confessing murder, Lily would first take care of the body before asking why.

'So, you want to play a game, little knight? Well, I'll play then, not that I have any choice.' She sighed inwardly and began walking between the space that parted the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students.

She went on with her explanation of the war. Many students focussed on her lecture while others 'inconspicuously' ogled her when she passed by their benches.

'Fuck off! You little horny hellions. I'm never going to wear any form-fitting robes or blouses. And I'm definitely never going to wear skirts. You all just have to accept this boring conservative robe and have to settle with your imagination.' She yelled in her mind triumphantly.

She still remembered the day a month ago when one of the seventh-year boys had been too smart for his own good.

One of them had dropped his quill when she was passing by his bench and Lily, being the nice teacher she was, had decided to pick it up for him.

She had been unaware that it was a ruse to make her bend forward. She had leaned down to pick up the quill.

She had worn a long flowy red skirt that day that came down past her knees. So, she hadn't given much thought to bending forward. It wasn't as if she was wearing a mini-skirt and was at risk of exposing her behind.

She hadn't been prepared for what happened next.

Someone had silently cast a wind spell behind her when she bent down. The spell had made her skirt blow up, giving many of the boys a spectacular view of her curvy bubbly arse and sexy black lingerie.

Her face had then reddened quickly from anger and embarrassment as she felt the cool air under her skirt. She had quickly straightened her skirt and abruptly stood up, but the deed was already done.

The boys had seen what they had intended to see. They were whistling and catcalling while their eyes gleamed with lust and amusement. She had been at least glad that none of them had snapped a photo of her in that position. That would have been horrifying.

On that day, Lily Potter had given detention to many boys. She had considered slapping a few of them, but a teacher hitting a student was against the Hogwarts rules.

Though the detention wasn't enough punishment for the perverts in her mind.

Still, what happened in the next few days was deeply satisfying.

All the seventh-year boys who had participated in that incident to sneak a glance under her skirt had somehow ended up in the infirmary for days.

Harry had gotten wind of this embarrassing incident from the Hogwarts rumour mill and had confronted her regarding it, and she had frankly told him the truth. She wasn't that of a prude.

While she had momentarily felt ashamed and angry, that feeling had drained shortly afterwards.

They had just seen her arse, so what? She hadn't done anything wrong. Why should she feel ashamed? They were just stupid teenagers. While she wouldn't have minded teaching them a strict and painful lesson, she wasn't petty enough to try to expel them.

It was widely known that Harry Potter was a Momma's boy through and through. And everyone certainly knew who sent all those seventh years into the infirmary.

Not that anyone came forward to complain. The whole school was against them for their moronic act. Leering, while not an appropriate thing, wasn't that bad or harmful, but actively trying to sneak a peek under a teacher's skirt was a whole other matter.

Lily had been prepared to soften Harry a little. She couldn't let him go on a rageful rampage every time something like this happened.

Unfortunately for her, she never got the chance. That night Lily realised how possessive her son was. He had grabbed her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. He had bent her over the bed and flipped off the nightie before taking off his pants and briefs.

He had fucked her almost for the whole night. She had to hide the limp the next morning. It was totally not fun to make excuses for her tiredness and the strange way of her walking the next day.

She couldn't exactly say to the other Professors that her son had been thorough in exhausting her body and his massive libido.

She hid a fond smile at the memory and snapped back to the present, where currently her son was somehow groping her without moving his wand or hands.

It was definitely wandless magic, she knew that. She was proud at how much he was improving in this branch of magic, but couldn't exactly understand how wandless magic was helping him to touch her.

She had never heard about this type of magic. She stifled a moan as the invisible thumb pressed into her areola.

Harry was a genius.

He knew that.

He had known that since his mum began his magical training in his early childhood. He had been seven years old when she'd agreed to let him do magic. And it had been seven years since he'd started using a wand.

Honestly, being a genius was boring.

Harry had finished the Hogwarts curriculum even before he came to Hogwarts. So, to keep his mind and time occupied, his mum gave him all sorts of ancient books on advanced and dangerous magic.

Until now, those had helped in keeping his interest in studying. But unfortunately, his mum had run out of books to give.

Harry was a genius and it was known to all of Hogwarts. But as he said, being a genius was boring. So, he decided to cross every limit and become so powerful that the need for a wand would become negligible.

Wandless magic was the only thing he had difficulty in mastering. It had been a couple of years since he began training in it, but he still wasn't close to his goals.

He was powerful.

Very powerful.

And while he wasn't the most powerful wizard without a wand, he was still a powerful wizard without a wand.

What do you do when you have done everything given in the books?

You experiment.

That was what he had been doing in the last few months. And these experiments have yielded brilliant results.

His 'Invisible Hands' were one of the results.

Harry could now use his wandless magic to sprout invisible arms that would work exactly like hands.

He could touch, feel and grab with the invisible hands in the same way as the real ones.

Currently, his one invisible hand was cupping his mum's tit and poking her areola with the thumb.

'Oh, God! Her breast feels so good in my grasp.'

Harry and Lily both had powerful mind shields. That was the only reason why both of them could act like nothing was happening, and could hide the feelings of pleasure and thrill that were coursing through their veins.

Harry watched as his mum headed back to the front of the class while still going on with the lecture. He had to give her credit where it was due.

She was just pure awesome. She hadn't shown a single sign that there was an invisible hand fondling her breast.

He took advantage when she passed by his bench on her way. His invisible hand left her breast momentarily and spanked her arse, hard enough to make her feel the sting, but light enough not to make a loud sound.

She yelped and whirled around, staring at him comically.

"Is something wrong, Professor Potter?" Harry questioned her, stifling his amusement.

Lily looked at his hands first which were still crossed in his lap and then at the other students who all appeared confused by her sudden reaction.

"Nothing, Mr. Potter. I just felt a phantom pain." She answered blandly and walked back to her desk before sitting in her chair.

"Are you sure, Mrs. Potter? We can go to Madam Pomfrey if you want." Harry asked, showing faux concern while his invisible hand was again on her breast.

This time the other breast.

"It's Professor Potter for you Mr. Potter, not Mrs. Potter. As for your concern, I'm fine. You don't need to worry." Lily said, letting a rare amused smile show on her face in the class.

She didn't miss the Mr. and Mrs. Potter part.

Harry had indirectly claimed her as his wife. Some of the students who caught onto it, giggled at the raven-haired boy, finding it hilarious. He played the part of an embarrassed boy quite well, blushing at his slip of tongue as if it wasn't intentional.

"Sorry, Professor Potter."

Lily ignored it and continued with her class.

He hid a scowl as his invisible hand couldn't work on his mum's butt since she was sitting. He wanted to feel that arse in his hands damn it!

Harry was also thankful for the Hogwarts robe since it hid his throbbing cock easily.

For the rest of the class, he caressed and rubbed his mum's tits. He wanted to go overboard, he wanted to squeeze those big boobs tightly, he wanted to tear off her clothes and pinch her rosy nipples.

But there were other students present there and he was extremely possessive of his mother.

He didn't want anyone to see her beautiful curves.

Her body, her soul, her love was his. Only his.

Mercifully, the bell rang and the class was over.

"Mr. Potter. Stay behind." Lily said loudly to be heard over the chatter of students leaving the room.

Harry nodded and packed his bag. When all the students had left, He walked up to her desk where she was patiently sitting.

"What was that, sweetie?" His mum said with an overly sweet voice.

"What was what, mum?" He smiled slyly.

She just fondly shook her head.

"Seriously, Harry? That was such a stupid stunt. But I'm glad you didn't overdo it. Am I correct in assuming that it was wandless magic?" She asked, standing up and walking around the desk.

"Yep. One of my invented spells." He said, trying to sound nonchalant, but the shine in his eyes showed his true feelings.

She beamed at him proudly.

"I am so proud, baby. Though I hope that not all your spells were made to grope me." She grinned, patting his shoulder as she stood before him.

"I'm neither confirming nor denying." Harry chuckled, stepping forward and pulling her in his arms.

He loved how her soft and warm body felt pressed to his. He inhaled her unique scent that he had known since his childhood.

Lily pulled back and gently pushed him back.

"Go, your class will start in a couple of minutes." She suggested.

Instead of heeding his mum's suggestion, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her toward the desk.

"Harry!" She whispered in surprise.

He ignored her and snapped his fingers.

The door to the classroom snapped shut and he applied a silencing and alert ward on the door.

Lily huffed as her son pulled the tie which kept her robe closed, loosening it considerably at the waist. He turned her around and pressed his hand on her back, making her bend forward from the waist down on the desk, her face and chest resting on the wooden desk.

"Really, Harry? Are you out of your mind? My next class will arrive in the next five minutes." Lily hissed furiously as he pulled the robe over her waist, presenting him with her delicious arse.

"Don't be a spoilsport mum, it's not like we're going to have a sex marathon like usual. It's just a quickie. I barely need a minute or two to finish. Everything will be fine. By the time your students will come, you'll be back in your strict teacher mode." Harry laughed, slapping her voluptuous butt, making it ripple, before pulling down her knickers and his own trousers and underwear.

"Fine. Be quick." She sighed as she sensed his hard cock rubbing on her entrance.

"I will, mum. I will. It's not like I need time to make you wet. You already are." He laughed again, gripping the abundant flesh on her arse as he slowly pushed forward, letting her wet and warm walls envelop him.

They both moaned as their sexes joined.

The sensation of his hot and hard cock sinking into her pussy was always just so mind-bogglingly amazing that she could never suppress her moan.

When he bottomed out inside her with her insides shaped by his full length, he pulled back before quickly pumping his cock back in.

Lily groaned loudly as her son began fucking her with quick and hard thrusts. There was no time for gentle love. His hips smacked her arse in hard frantic slaps as his cock revealed in the moisture and heat of her tight core.

"Oh, Harry! Faster!" She yelled. Her son was mauling her arse cheeks and continued railing her on the desk. And as promised, Harry drove the last thrust as deep as he could before spilling his seeds into her womb.

He slumped over her back and idly kissed her pale sweaty neck. His soft member slipped out from within her, and that was the cue for his jizz to start trickling out of her pussy lips.

They remained that way for a few seconds, both panting and catching their breaths, bathing in the warmth of each other's skin.

Harry stepped back after a minute, giving his mum some space.

He conveniently vanished his seeds from and off her.

She gave him a thankful nod and fastened the tie on her waist, putting her dress back on properly after pulling up her knickers.

Lily turned around and quickly wrote a note for Harry's lateness for his next class while he took care of his clothes in the meanwhile.

She really wanted to write 'My dear son was horny and decided to fuck me. Sorry!' and see their funny reaction. That thought brought an amused smile to her face as she stood in front of her boy and gave him the note.

"What's with that smile?" Harry asked, folding the note and pocketing it.

"Why? What's wrong with me smiling?"

"Nothing. I just love it when your beautiful lips stretch into this happy smile. It makes me all warm and fuzzy. I wanted to know the reason so I'd keep making you smile." He grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her deeply, his lips mashing over her mouth passionately, his tongue hugging her own.

A knock on the door interrupted their romantic moment and they both sighed, stepping back.

"Go now. I'll reward you thoroughly later at night for that sweet confession." Lily smiled lovingly and gave him a brief kiss on the lips.

"See you later, mum. I love you." Harry said with a smile.

"I love you too, my adorable little knight."