Chapter 17

Once When I Was Tricked Into A Tournament

Lily stood up from the staff table in rage as her son's name flew out of the Goblet of fire. She stared at Harry who appeared dumbstruck.

She understood then.

Her baby boy was being targeted and was in some sort of danger. Her motherly instincts were cajoling her to just destroy the fuck out of this ancient Goblet and take her son back to Potter Manor, and lock themselves there back again. They shouldn't have come out in the world.

She strode angrily to the side chamber into which her son disappeared.

The first thing she did was pull him tight into her embrace, trying to make him feel safe. Not that he needed it since he seemed very calm and collected.

"What happened, Professor Potter? Why is Harry here?" Cedric asked dubiously.

She turned her head to look at him and he flinched from her cold look.

"Someone entered my son's name in this stupid tournament. And I'm here to stop it before it goes forward. You three can fight for this fame and glory, but my son won't."

It looked as if Fleur was going to say something, but Bagman cheerily walked through the door, proclaiming Harry as the fourth champion. He had to duck quickly to prevent himself from getting hit by Lily's hex as she furiously glowered down at the plump retired quidditch player.

All four champions hid their smiles as the other organisers came in.

In the end, nothing could be done. Harry was magically obliged to take part in the Triwizard tournament. Lily looked as if her face was perpetually set in a scowl. She could even give Snape a run for his money.

"Fine! But expect my resignation letter by tomorrow. I'm no longer the History Professor. I'll help my son survive this dung of a tournament instead of lecturing the horny brats of Hogwarts. Never knew teaching was such a shite job. Also, Harry is moving in with me. I don't trust you all to keep him safe anymore." She snapped, grabbing Harry's hand and leaving the chamber for her quarters.

Dumbledore couldn't decide whether to be amused or groan at his misfortune for the extra bother of finding a new professor.

Harry was sitting calmly on the foot of the bed as his mum paced back and forth from one end of the bedroom to the other.

She was muttering obscenities under her breath, causing him to smile amusedly.

He grabbed her hand as she passed by him and pulled her onto his lap. A cute eep left her mouth as she placed her hands on his shoulders, keeping herself from falling backwards.

She was sitting on his lap sideways, his arms firmly wrapped around her waist, keeping her balanced.

"You're stressing too much, mum. You'll get wrinkles on your pretty face." Harry chuckled, running his fingers through her crimson hair.

Lily leaned into his touch, putting her chin on his shoulder and embracing him.

"But what will we do? You're being targeted." She whispered, tightening their embrace.

"We'll just wing it. Mum, believe it or not, I'm the most powerful in Hogwarts, maybe even more powerful than Dumbledore. I did not create just sex spells all this time. I'm not that stupid. I'll easily fly through this tournament. Don't worry." He assured her, patting her back.

She sighed and remained in his arms.

"I know a way to make you relax." Harry suddenly whispered seductively in her ear.

She could feel his mischievous smile on her earlobe.

She didn't get to reply as he picked her up and dumped her onto the bed. He climbed over himself.

"Harry!" Her half-hearted complaint was interrupted when he decided to shut her up with his lips.

She moaned and opened her mouth quickly, allowing their tongues and lips to reunite.

Still kissing her, Harry pulled the sash on her waist, pushing the robe away from her body.

He grabbed her underwear-covered pussy and squeezed it roughly, just the way she loved. Her agreement came in the form of wanton moans. But Harry didn't let her moans escape.

He stole her moans with his mouth.

Lily arched her back as his hand and mouth imprisoned her in the cell of pleasure. A moment later, Harry took off her underwear and broke the kiss.

He pushed apart her legs and spent a few seconds admiring her most intimate part. Her needful whimpers and lustful eyes woke the monster within him.

He ripped off the robe and threw it on the floor, then he proceeded to tear away her bra which stood between his hands and her skin.

The way her tits bounced when he violently shredded her bra and vanished it, made him tingle in his nether regions.

Lily was panting like a dog as her son acted like a beast in the heat. She didn't know why, but it made her incredibly wet. Her surprised yelp was muffled when Harry flipped her over her stomach and pushed her face down on the pillow with his one hand. With the other hand, he grabbed her waist and pulled it up, making her stick her arse out in the air. She had to draw her knees in to achieve that provocative position.

"Yes, it will make you relax, mum. But first, I need to tire you thoroughly. Prepare yourself for a fucking sex marathon. I'm not stopping until I'm dry." Harry leaned over and whispered slyly in her ear.

She trembled as his hot breath blew over her earlobe.

She heard rustling sounds as he divested himself of his clothes with one hand. He was still using his other hand to force her face down.

A few drops of her fluids rolled down her snatch in anticipation. She would have moaned as he slapped her voluptuous arse cheek if her face wasn't buried in the pillow.

"I'm going in, mum." He warned her hoarsely, rubbing his erection on her wet vulva before sliding in. She bit the pillow as his rigid cock parted her hot silky folds. Her inner muscles wrapped around his cock as if embracing it.

"Mum!" He moaned, gripping her crimson locks with one hand while thrusting rapidly into her. His other hand was on her slim waist, keeping her bubbly arse in position. She groaned on the pillow as her son railed into her pussy.

After a few minutes, he withdrew his hand from her scalp and placed it on her plump arse. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned her face sideways so only her cheek was smashed into the pillow. Her moans finally joined Harry's, exciting him more.

"Oh, Harry… slow down a little. You'll break me." Lily mewled in pleasure.

He just laughed and kept on hitting her arse hard with his hips while his dick was shoved in and out of her slick entrance. She made incoherent sounds in her throat, small stinging pains turning into overwhelming pleasure, lighting her nerves on fire.

A couple of thrusts later, Harry exploded inside her following her climax. A few seconds later, He rolled her onto her back and laid atop her with his soft member still inside her.

He gave soft kisses on her lips and neck while his hardness returned.

He locked his lips with hers in a bruising kiss and restrained her arms over her head with his own palms before he began rutting into her.

Lily's moans were lost in his mouth as the mother and son continued their rough wild mating.

The sounds which were made by their hitting sexes wouldn't be out of place in a jungle.