Chapter 20

Once When I Was Buggering Mum

The evening drew close. There was a small celebration in Ravenclaw tower for his brilliant performance in the first task. Harry was bombarded with praise and congratulations. However, it became weary soon enough and he took Luna back to his old room(since now he lived in his mother's quarters) where they had their own tiny celebration. The handmade necklace of Luna was far more precious to him than all the other things which were being offered down in the common room. She received a tight hug and a cheek kiss in thanks.

But even that was done and the dinner was onto them. The two best friends had dinner in the Great Hall and easily ignored the many stares that they received.

Finally, Harry got some free time to visit his mum after that. She wasn't in the living room of her quarters. He found her in the small kitchen. She was leaning over the stove, adjusting the frying pan. She perked up at his arrival and graced him with a wide smile.

"I'm making special pancakes for you." She said, pointing to the frying pan.

"I can see that. Though I'm not sure how much I can eat since I just had dinner." Harry replied, walking up to her and looking at the food.

She shrugged, her loose robe slipping down her one shoulder, baring the top half of her right breast. "I just wanted to make something for you. It's not like it will be spoiled if not eaten immediately. You can have it tomorrow if there is no more space in your tummy for your mum's lovely food."

Harry rolled his eyes at her dramatic sad pout and took her in his arms. "Fine, I'll bloat my stomach with your 'lovely' food. Happy?"

"Very." She giggled, pressing her face in the crook of his neck. Harry breathed in her scent. She smelled so temptingly sweet and chocolatey. The sizzling of the pancake took her attention back and she reluctantly pulled away from his embrace, focussing on the food. It gave Harry some time to silently admire her as he stood behind her.

She was wearing a loose purple robe that only went down to her mid-thighs, showing the rest of the shapely milky legs. Her red hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders in many curls. Harry was also pretty sure that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the layer. Maybe only her knickers. Not that he couldn't just check it. He gripped the helm of her robe and pulled it up, past her curvy arse and up to her slim waist.

No, she wasn't even wearing her underwear.

"Really, Harry? Is that how you treat your mother? Should you even leer at your mother's bottom like that?" She complained mockingly, not even turning back, still busy with the food.

Harry chuckled, pulling down his trousers and pants and closing in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hmmm." She smirked as Harry's naked crotch pressed into her butt, his boner deeply snuggling between her cheeks, the heat of his skin washing over hers.

"Does my mother want to be leered at by me?" He asked huskily, nibbling on her exposed shoulder.

"She indeed wants her son's attention. She was feeling quite lonely throughout the day when he didn't come to visit right away." She sighed in a singsong voice as he untied the ribbon of her robe and slipped his hands over her tits. He squeezed them, digging his fingers into her flesh, receiving a moan in return.

"Aw. Don't worry, mum. I'll give you all of my attention." Harry smiled, kissing her cheek and tugging down her robe. She took out her arms from the sleeves and the robe gathered around her waist where their bodies were presently pressed. Harry stepped back for a moment, already missing her softness and warmth, letting the cloth pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it and Harry picked it up before depositing it on the chair.

He whistled as his gaze followed up her toned legs and rested on her plump arse before it moved over to her back and gorgeous hair. Taking off his shirt, he approached her totally naked.

She didn't protest when he slid inside her with a grunt. She braced herself on the counter and let out a brief laugh which faded into moans as he began pumping into her. "Just a hint of my skin is enough to get you in the mood. I am rather proud of that."

"Not just that. Even your face gets me in the mood. Have I ever told you how you are the sexiest woman on earth?" Harry grinned, burying his face in her hair and moving his hips languidly, enjoying every inch of her depth, basking in her inner heat and tightness. His arms were coiled around her figure, sparing only her arms so she could continue cooking.

"Only every day." She smiled, biting her lip as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. "And I'm done with the pancakes."

"Great! Turn off the stove."

"Sure. But why–"

She didn't get to finish her sentence. He pushed down her shoulders, bending her over the counter. Understanding his intention, she folded her hands and laid down her chin on them.

He gripped her waist and pulled her back so her arse was perfectly levelled with his crotch. Then he began slamming on her bum with quick and fast thrusts, her round flesh rippling with each slap of his hips.

She screamed along with him as a hot burning feeling rose in her gut, his robust fucking pulling it out from deep inside her. Her screams were abruptly cut off by a loud sigh of pleasure as her climax shook her to the core. She slumped down on the counter and a few thrusts later, Harry followed her, emptying the tension of his balls, cumming inside her.

"That was fun." He mumbled sluggishly as he pressed his face in her hair.

"It was. Now get off me so we can eat the pancakes." She replied softly from where she was panting on her hands. Harry obliged and with a groan pulled back, taking out his semi-hard cock from her dripping quim.

She grunted and stood straight, flexing her waist. She scrunched her nose at the sperms gathering on the floor. "We made a mess. Like always. Let me clean it and then take a quick shower. You, help yourself with the pancakes. Don't eat it all though."

Saying that she vanished the white stain on the floor and started for the bathroom.

"Okay, mum. Don't forget to clean your arsehole. It might see some use tonight." Harry agreed, taking the opportunity to slap her butt as she passed by him.

She just rolled her eyes, her lips curving in a fond smile. "Yes, yes. I remember your reward. Go to the bedroom. I'll be there shortly."

Harry nibbled on the sweet pancake as he sat on the bed, patiently waiting for his mum. He thought deeply about how he would proceed tonight. Directly taking her arse didn't seem right. He nodded to himself. Foreplay would be needed to make her relax. It was the first time she would have anal intercourse after all. And he wasn't a savage who only cared for his pleasure. He couldn't deny that he was excited, too excited to take his mother's anal virginity. There was just something so possessive inside him that basked in the knowledge that no one had ever gone in her arse and no one ever will, except him that is.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the goddess herself stepped inside the room. She wasn't wearing anything and her perfect breasts swayed with her each step. Her red hair was a little wet, a few curls clinging to the side of her face. She smiled at him, seeing that he too was fully naked and prepared for the night.

Harry placed the platter full of pancakes on the bedside table and got out of bed.

She smirked as he slinked towards her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her figure.

Without saying a word, he cupped her face and began kissing her. She hummed in the back of her throat as her own lips moved feverishly over his.

He pulled her tight against his chest and she readily moulded into his embrace. She sighed in pleasure as his hands dipped lower and cupped her rear. Her own hands snaked around his neck and she did her best to press into him as close as she could, to feel his heartbeat on her own chest, to drown in his scent and warmth of his flesh. Their tongues hugged each other lewdly, secreting saliva which they eagerly gulped down.

Their eyes were half-lidded and their lips were cherry red when they pulled back, spittle running down their chins. Harry grabbed her arm and led her towards the bed, on which they then climbed and moved to the centre.

"Lie down and lay still." He commanded and Lily followed. She sprawled down on her back with a teasing smile, stretching her body in such a way that it drew his eyes to her curves. Harry chuckled and sat on her hips.

"I haven't gotten a chance to have my daily fill of your milk." He grinned and leaned over, his cock dragging against her groin as his head moved closer to her chest.

"Then have it, son. Mommy has enough milk to satisfy you." She giggled, gripping her one tit and beckoning him to latch onto it. That was what he did. His one hand fondled her other teat while with his second hand, he held onto her breast on which he was feasting.

He suckled on her big swollen nipple, guzzling down her natural sweet milk. His boner in the meanwhile was quivering with lust. The taste of her milk, the softness, and the heat of her skin just inflamed the need for some fucking.

He decided to release some tension from his hard rock cock. He pulled back a little, ceasing the nursing and grabbing both of her breasts. She gave him a quizzical look at the sudden change. Then her eyes widened and she groaned when he started squeezing her boobs systemically.

White milk spurted out from her nips, overflowing on her round flesh.

"Hng… what are you… doing?" She asked dubiously as the white milk dripped down her mounds and filled up her cleavage.

"Moistening your tits. I have heard that milk is a good moisturiser." He responded, grinning lewdly as he played with nipples and voluptuous breasts, enjoying the view of her wet chest.

When he was sure that he had spilled enough milk on her curves, he changed the position. He sat just below her chest, grabbed the two peaks, and pushed his dick between them.

Lily giggled as her son's boner found itself entrapped between the valley of her breasts. "So you wanted a smooth and wet boobjob. Go on then, I'll do you one better. I'll keep my mouth open and you can have both boobjob and blowjob."

Saying that she shifted a little so her neck was supported by the bed's headrest.

"Brilliant." Harry moaned as he looked at his mother's wide-open mouth and pink tongue. His cock twitched excitedly and he followed this urge. He held her tits by his fingers and thrust his rod between them. It wasn't anything like her pussy but the thought of rutting between the two mounds covered with milk made his pleasure skyrocket. And then when his tip entered her hot mouth and she blew on it, it was as good as sex. Not really but at that moment it felt like that.

But as soon as he felt he was near his climax, he toppled beside her and sat with his back pressed against the wooden headrest.

"Take it in your mouth, mum." He requested, huffing and puffing, his face pink and scrunched from pleasure. He drew in his knees and spread his legs on either side so she would be able to move her head down there.

Lily quickly sat up and lowered her head between his legs. She swallowed his towering cock and bobbed her head up and down.

Harry, not being able to control himself, laced his fingers in her auburn hair, gripped her head, and started face-fucking her.

Lily spluttered and gagged as his cock was shoved in and out of her throat mercilessly. Tears welled up in her eyes and spit streamed down the corner of her mouth. She could taste her own milk as he held her head in a fixed place and thrust it into her mouth madly. This wasn't the first time Harry had taken control and treated her like a commodity in the heat of the moment. But these instances were so few that Lily didn't mind them much. While she didn't particularly like getting her mouth insistently slapped by his balls, she could ignore it if her son felt so good doing that.

A couple of thrusts later, he pushed deep down, mashing her face with his groin, and emptied his balls. His cum spurted down her throat, falling directly into her stomach.

With a mighty groan, he pulled out and slumped back against the headrest, his cock now finally flaccid.

Lily gratefully breathed in the air and wiped her face. "Really, Harry, was that necessary?"

He gave her his cute embarrassed smile which took away all of her minor annoyance. "Sorry, mum."

She shook her head and laid down back on her side. It was just not fair that she couldn't get angry at him.

They both remained silent, relaxing after the intense event.

Though the silence eventually was broken by him. "It's time for the main event."

"Main event? My arse, a main event? I don't know whether to laugh or roll my eyes." She sighed, her lips twitching from amusement.

"Do whatever, just change the position and lay down on your stomach. Here, put this pillow under your stomach so your bum will be elevated."

"Fine." She grumbled half-heartedly and rolled over her stomach and stuffed the pillow beneath her tummy.

Harry took a moment to ogle at her backside. He couldn't help but think that she had the best arse in the universe. It was big and yet firm and its roundness and shape were just so sexy.

An idea struck him and his lips spread in a leery smile. He took the chocolate pancake in his hand and crushed it between his fingers. Then he sat on her hips and spread the gooey particles of pancake on her butt.

"Whoa, what's that?"

"Pancake."

"What! Pancake?"

"Pancake."

"Damn it, Harry! Don't waste my food on your sexual fantasies."

"Fine. I used only one."

"Good. Don't waste any more of it."

"Okay."

That's what Harry did. He covered her round cheeks with the syrupy goodness and left parts of the pancake on her bum. He didn't spare her holes, he covered them with the mashed pancake, with the crumbs.

"Food time." Harry chuckled and started slobbering her arse cheeks. He licked her skin and ate the pancakes from her butt. He aggressively sucked the syrup from her butt and in a few minutes, her cheeks were totally clean of any syrup or food particles. Although they were wet from his spit.

Only her holes were left. He buried his mouth in her arsehole and licked it clean and swallowed the food. Then he did the same with her pussy.

Lily was slowly moaning his name as he kissed and snogged her sensitive areas.

But even when he was done cleaning her up, he continued eating her arse. He spread her cheeks and prodded her arsehole with his tongue.

Lily shook from pleasure and tried to move but he was sitting firmly on her hips, keeping her in place. She bit her tongue when he inserted three fingers in her fanny while still eating her arse. She trembled and groaned as her son stimulated both of her holes. A couple of minutes later, she came, not being able to resist Harry's masterful fingering. It wasn't a surprise though. They both were intimately familiar with each other's bodies.

She gasped when he slowly slid the same wet finger down her bumhole. She winced, not exactly liking the sensation of her arse getting fingered. At least his finger was lubricated. That was how the next minutes passed, Lily feeling uncomfortable and Harry gently fingering her virgin hole.

When Harry was sure that she was properly stretched and lubricated, he covered his eager dick in her juices, from the head to the hilt. He spread her butt and lined his cock at the stupidly small hole.

"I'm going in." He muttered. Lily grimaced but didn't protest when his bulbous head forced open her arse. She buried her face in the pillow as he gently and slowly spread her hole, as he steadily penetrated her. She bit back a scream when she felt her arse would tear apart. Such was the pain. It was like she was a virgin once again. She didn't enjoy it. At least Harry stopped when he was buried deep into her.

He moaned as her insides clenched around his girth. It was just so incredible. This tightness and heat were on a whole other level. And the sight of her butt cheeks tensing and relaxing every second sent a thrill of pleasure through his spine. It was one of the most beautiful things to see, her perfect big inverted heart-shaped arse cheeks clenching and unclenching.

He rested when he was hilt-deep inside her, letting her get used to the intrusion and taking his time to ogle at her trembling arse cheeks.

"I'm moving." He whispered after a minute. He braced himself, placing his hands on the curve of her waist and digging his knees on the mattress, on either side of her hips.

Lily grunted in response. That's all she could do. She didn't understand how anyone could enjoy this torturous buggering. Harry pulled halfway out and then pushed back in. Slowly and tenderly, knowing that she was hurting. He controlled his beast-like instincts to abandon the gentle way and fuck her arse fast and rough.

The first few minutes of the anal intercourse were torture for both, Harry and Lily. For her because it was painful and uncomfortable. For him because it was getting impossible to keep going on slowly and tenderly.

But soon, miraculously, Lily's pain and uncomfortableness ebbed away, giving rise to, not exactly a toe-curling pleasure, but hints of pleasure.

"You can go a little faster, darling." She mumbled, trying to relax her inner passage.

After that, the sex was a little more fun and rewarding. Harry thrust into her rhythmically, moaning and groaning. Lily too wasn't absolutely silent now. Screams and mewls of pleasure escaped her though there were still a few painful grunts and gasps mixed in once in a while.

All in all, their first anal sex was okay, not fantastic but neither a disaster.

Thankfully, their second anal intercourse was more than pleasurable.

Harry was lying on his back and Lily was riding him, her hands placed on his chest and her lips mingling with his. She moaned as she moved her arse, taking his cock in and out of her butt. She smiled when he wrapped his arm around her and grabbed onto her arse cheeks, spreading them, squeezing them. Yes, the second bout was far better than the first.

Harry was satisfied with his reward.