Chapter 16

Once When I Was Drinking Mum's Milk

Harry was curious and eager to try his new spell. If it worked, which he knew it would, then his life was going to change for the better.

While everyone was excited for the foreign students to arrive for the Triwizard tournament, Harry's mind was only on his mum.

He didn't really care much about this awaited event. It didn't intrigue him much. Even his low interest had faded after his mum had warned him not to enter this death tournament.

As if he was stupid enough to interrupt his peaceful and enjoyable life with his mum for 'fame' and 'glory'. No thanks, others can have their fame and glory, all he needed in his life to be content was his mother and her infinite love. And also sexy sexy times with her, obviously.

His attention was drawn to the new students. He watched as the french girls wowed the male half of Hogwarts population before taking seats at his table. At Ravenclaw table.

He heard dreamy sighs from boys all around him. He couldn't really relate with boys his age. While he would acknowledge that the french girls and boys were pretty and that one of the older girls with her silvery blonde hair was even drop-dead gorgeous, they still couldn't compare to his mother.

Their beauty paled in front of hers.

He looked at the staff table. His mother appeared bored, unenthusiastically picking on her food while her colleagues talked with each other. When she felt his gaze on hers, she raised her head and stared at him.

Her lips stretched into a happy smile which he returned.

It was a special privilege to be able to make her smile just like that. He was allowed to feel smug about that.

Honestly, no one could beat his mum in terms of beauty(or anything for that matter). At least in his eyes.

Her crimson locks were long and silky, currently tied into a tight bun. Her face was angelic and seductive, two words he never thought he would use in the same sentence. Her emerald eyes bright and full of life. Her body, he gave a shiver as her naked figure flashed in his mind, was just something else. Her full supple tits were topped with large puffed-up areolas and suckable pink nipples. Her legs and hips were slim and toned, her butt big and shapely and yet firm.

His mouth watered at recalling the memory of last night's sex with her. He gulped down his saliva.

Yes, she really was unbeatable.

He really hoped the feast would just get done so he and his mum could go back to her room where he could test his new spell on hers. And of course, shag her.

He stifled a yell of joy when the feast was finally done and Dumbledore stood up and then proceeded to reveal the details about the Goblet of fire and the criteria to enter names into it.

Harry barely listened to it, his mind already imagining all the fun things he would do with his mum once they got away from there.

Luna, who was sitting beside him, shot him an amused look as if she knew what dirty thoughts were running through his head. He simply grabbed her in a side hug and squeezed her fondly, eliciting a sweet giggle out of her. He was just that happy to be done with dinner.

If his spell worked, it would be one of his greatest achievements.

The duo received odd looks from the French who weren't used to it while the Ravenclaws didn't even bat an eye at their antics.

He honestly didn't care. He only cared about his mum and Luna.

Harry was in her quarters.

Unfortunately, he had to wait for his dorm mates to sleep before he could slip out of Ravenclaw tower. It was annoying, but no worries, he was finally here.

He saw her sitting at her desk, frowning while marking the assignments.

She was so engrossed in it that she didn't even notice his arrival.

He walked up to her desk.

"Hey, mum!" He greeted jovially, putting his hands on the desk and leaning forward.

"Harry! Is it already time to sleep? I must have been doing this for a few hours now." She smiled tiredly at him.

Harry scowled at the papers. It seemed her work was just increasing and increasing.

He didn't like it. Not a bit.

He suppressed his worry and annoyance, not wanting to sour his good mood.

"Yes. But before that-" He started.

"Yes. I know what you want to do before that, my beautiful little knight." She interrupted, her eyes gleaming with lust and love as she pushed back her chair and stood up. She raised her hands and stretched her back, giving a low grunt, listening to the satisfying cracks. She had been stiff after sitting on the chair for hours.

She enjoyed her son's gaze on her chest as it alluringly popped out.

Her smile grew.

The robe did nothing in hiding her modesty since it wasn't tied and was wide open in the middle.

It had parted after she stretched her tense body.

The robe slid down her shoulders, revealing her sexy red bra. She allowed the robe to pool on the ground and stepped out of it, standing proudly in just silky red lingerie.

She smirked at his stupefied expression. This was a new pair of underwear she had bought recently, hoping to impress him. It was quite a fun activity. Trying to find new fancy underwear to dazzle her horny baby boy.

She walked around the desk and stood beside him. He turned towards her, his eyes hungrily drinking in every inch of her soft pale skin.

"You are a goddess." He mumbled, staring into her eyes.

She simply rolled her eyes.

Her son glorified her too much. If it wasn't so heartwarming and gratifying then it would have been disturbing.

No one should be so revered. But was she complaining? Definitely not.

The adoration for her in his eyes, the way he practically worshipped her was deeply satisfying.

She smiled at him and started unbuttoning his shirt. His trance was broken at her touch, his fingers spread over the fabric that held in her left boob.

She undressed him while his eyes and hand were on her tit, squeezing it softly, feeling the skin through the smooth red fabric covering it.

He pinched her nipple through the paper-thin bra, making her shudder in want.

"While this is nice and I'm sure we're going to have sex, it wasn't really what I was talking about earlier." Harry told her as they both stood only in their underwear.

Lily raised her eyebrow as she played with his black curls, biting her lip when his fingers sunk into her breast, his thumb circling on her areola through the bra.

"Oh? Sorry, I just assumed you wanted to have me. If not that then what were you talking about?" She asked curiously, leading him to the plush sofa placed against the opposite wall.

Harry dropped his hands to his side momentarily as she led him to the comfortable seat.

"I invented a new spell. I wanted to show you. And I think it is the best one of all. I want to try it immediately." He babbled excitedly.

Lily smiled at him as they sat together on the sofa. She leaned into him and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Wow, I'm so proud, Harry. What does this new spell do?" She asked, intrigued by his proclamation, her chin pressed on his warm naked chest so she could stare up at him.

He grinned at her lewdly.

"This spell will enable you to lactate. And I can also change the flavour of the milk according to my taste." Harry announced proudly, squeezing her shoulders.

Lily waited for half a minute to see if he was joking.

He wasn't.

She huffed fondly and flicked him on his forehead.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I remember the last time where you invented a spell just to grope me. And now you have made a new one just so you can suck on my titties as if you weren't already doing that. I kind of feel as if you're spending all your time and talent on just sex. Which isn't bad, but neither truly productive. You shouldn't have a one-track mind when you're brimming with talent." She chuckled mirthfully, placing a sweet kiss on his brow where she earlier flicked him.

Harry still wasn't embarrassed a bit. His proud look was still there.

"Fine. I'll create a spell not related to sex sometime later. But let's test this one now." His enthusiasm was infectious.

She smirked at his impatience and swung her leg over him. Putting her hands around his neck, she sat on his thighs, straddling him.

Harry adjusted a little to get comfortable with her in his lap. To get comfortable with her weight.

He was just fourteen and his mum was still slightly taller and heavier than him. A finger touched his chin, tilting his head up to meet her glowing eyes.

She looked so hot with her green eyes. She looked delectable with her silky crimson hair framing her beautiful face.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, sitting her on his crotch.

Her full pink lips parted in a silent gasp at the slight but essential change in their position. Only her meagre knickers and his underwear kept their sexes from touching.

Still, those particular barriers weren't able to fully insulate the heat or the softness of the skin between them.

Lily could feel the entire underside of his throbbing excitement snuggled between her tight arse cheeks.

She quirked her eyebrow in amusement as he mumbled 'mum' and his dick twitched at the same time. Her baby was a strange boy, but she wasn't complaining if it kept him loyal to her. If it kept his sexual desire reserved only for her.

She leaned down, grabbing his face and capturing his mouth in a hot searing kiss. He tasted so sweet.

Her little baby was just so delicious.

She sucked on his lower lip with her mouth while he expertly unclipped the latch on her bra.

She smiled on his mouth as he took off her bra and threw it away. Impatience of a lustful boy.

She moaned when his hands dragged away from her back and stopped on her breasts, cupping her tits while their parted mouths were still attached in a hungry kiss.

With her son's tongue mapping her mouth, filling her with his taste, with his saliva, she ground her pelvis on his crotch. Her hands ran through his wild hair while his fingers dug into her flesh and fondled her voluptuous breasts. When they pulled back, their lips were wet, red, and swollen.

His eyes glinted with passion.

"Don't move. I'm going to use the spell now." Harry ordered her as they gazed at each other.

She stopped grinding on him and nodded.

He closed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath while his fingers gently caressed her stiff nipples.

She blushed and tried not to squirm. Her nipples were always so sensitive and she didn't know how he expected her to be still while he touched them.

A sudden sharp sting in her chest made her grimace. But it was gone before it could last and she was soon overwhelmed by an immense warmth filling her up.

Her mouth parted in wonder as the comfortable warmth travelled through all her body.

Harry was smiling at her surprised look.

"Ready to see if it works?" He asked, giving her nipple a sharp twist.

"Hngh!" She moaned from his rough treatment of her chest.

Without waiting for her affirmation, he pressed his face into her cleavage, enjoying the feel of getting smothered by her perky mounds.

Lily cradled his head as his lips found her teat. He kissed her hard nipple tenderly, his mouth opening, his wet tongue circling her areola.

She arched her back as the hair on her neck stood on their ends. Her fingers gripped his hair, pulling him deeper, squashing his face into her breasts.

"Harry!" She moaned as he suckled on her nipple.

She had goosebumps all over her flesh as he sucked on her pink nub. It wasn't a new occurrence. Harry had always been fond of her breasts and when they began engaging in acts of pleasure, he had grabbed that chance to regularly kiss or suck her tits, to squeeze and maul her boobs.

But what was new was the nostalgic sensation she sensed in the centre of her bosom. It had been more than a decade since she last experienced it.

She was lactating.

She groaned when Harry began aggressively nursing on her mammary after he got the addictive taste.

She shivered in undulated pleasure as her son lapped up on her breast greedily.

After a minute, he stopped nursing and looked up at her ferally.

The white liquid trailing down the corner of his mouth only inflamed her lust more.

She temporarily moved away from his lap and stood in front of him.

Smiling sultrily she turned around and faced away from him.

She bent down provocatively, pushing back her arse towards him. Sliding down her underwear, she wiggled her butt at him seductively.

She could feel his lecherous eyes fixated on her tight bum.

First, a slap rippled her arse cheek, and then a hand wrapped around her arm and she was whirled around by her son.

He was naked, sitting on the sofa, his meaty pole pointing up.

She sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his cock.

He wasn't patient enough to allow her time to properly admire him.

"Come, mum. Fuck me." He whispered hoarsely, his cock twitching invitingly.

She graced him with a naughty smile and bowed to him.

"As my little knight commands." She chuckled and kneeled over him, on the sofa with her knees on either side of him. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he grabbed onto her waist and guided her weeping pussy down to his eager cock.

She clutched onto his shoulders when his erection easily parted her vulva. It was his name "Harry!" that she wantonly groaned when she sat down in his lap with his shaft buried hilt deep inside her.

The familiar feeling of his mum's wet and tight silky inner walls squeezing his cock brought a blissful sensation.

He grunted and his eyes glazed as he looked into his mum's dazed eyes.

He closed his arms around her waist and latched onto her breast once again before she began bouncing on his lap.

Lily cried in pleasure as her arse jumped up and down her son's cock. She held his head gently in her grasp as he fed and simultaneously fucked her.

It was a heartwarming feeling to be his loving mother and be his adventurous lover at the same time.

This was what she wanted their relationship to be.

She wanted to have him bend her over at his will and have his way with her body. But she also wanted him to always remember who she was. She wanted him to love her, respect her and never abandon her.

Because lovers come and lovers go, but that never happens with mothers. They can never be replaced.

Harry was in heaven as her sweet vanilla-ish milk passed down his tongue and throat while his shaft rutted into her burning core. Her flesh was just so hot and soft.

Her laboured breaths and his name on her lips were music to his ears as he shagged her properly. At one point, she came around his ploughing cock and slumped onto his lap.

He adjusted their position and laid her down on the sofa on her back, and re-entered inside her.

He threw her legs over his shoulders and pushed forward, leaning down, hovering over her, until her waist was arched inward, and then fucked her with slow languid thrusts.

He let her lie lazily while he did all the work.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard, leaving a bruise on her lips. He sank his fingers in her breasts like claws and railed into her at a fast pace.

The closer he got, the faster and rougher he moved.

Her quiet tired moans and gurgles in the back of her throat, along with the sound of his hips smacking her bubbly arse kept him charged and fresh.

At last, he pushed down as deep and as hard as he could before spilling his seeds into her sopping pussy. Lily's toes were beside her ears.

She made a weak sound of protest at being in such a position.

Harry let go of his hold on her tits and her legs slid down from his shoulders.

She heaved a big sigh of comfort, finally lying on her back with all the limbs where they were supposed to be. She frowned when Harry pushed apart her knees and caressed her admired pussy. His seeds were sluggishly flowing out.

"I'm not done yet, mum." He smiled sheepishly, lying atop her and pushing his hips between her legs. Her lips spread in an exhausted fond smile.

"I know, son. Go on, continue. I might fall asleep but you're free to do as you wish." She chuckled tiredly, locking her legs behind his back, trapping his waist in the cage of her legs.

Harry grinned at her devilishly before inserting his cock back in.

He grabbed her hips as they made love in the classic missionary style.

He moved closer until he could kiss her lovingly. Then his mouth slid south, meeting her protruding nipple and he again started breastfeeding while his hips rolled in a gentle graceful rhythm.

After a while, Lily did fall asleep, but it didn't stop him from enjoying the perfect body of his redhead goddess, or filling his stomach with her natural milk. He was really getting addicted to its sweetness.

An hour later, he carried his slumbering mum into the bedroom and went to sleep.