Chapter 21

Once When I Was Rejected

"Mum, I have to find a date for the Yule ball." That was the first thing Harry said after he came back into their quarters and stepped into her bedroom.

She was sitting in front of the mirror, in her loose black gown, brushing her long red hair and staring at her reflection.

"No, I'm not going to be your date." Lily said before he could even ask. She chuckled, looking at the reflection of his dumbfounded face.

"Why?" He whined, as he walked up to her and leaned down, placing his chin on her unoccupied shoulder, the other one being taken by her long flowing hair.

"Because if you take your own mother to the Ball, everyone will make fun of you. And it might also rouse scandalous rumours. You're becoming overly affectionate with me in public." She giggled as he wrapped his arms around her middle, burrowing his face in her neck childishly.

"Fuck them! I don't care. I want you to be my date so I can dance with my pretty mum all night." Harry whispered defiantly on her pale neck before placing a wet kiss.

She shivered as his lips worked on her skin. "Oh, my lovely little knight, you don't need a Ball to dance with me. We can do it now if you want."

He considered her offer before dismissing it. While he was in the mood to dance, it was not the usual type of dance. No, what he wanted to do was quite more exciting and fun than a mere dance.

"I'm not exactly your little knight anymore. I'm as tall as you." Harry protested, not minding it, but just wanting to banter.

"You'll always be my little knight. No matter what." She laughed sweetly, still combing her hair.

Harry adjusted his face so half of it was pressed against her cheek, and stared into the mirror. "Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"

"Just a few seconds ago." She smirked as his wandering hands tugged down her sleeves until her breasts spilled out of her garment.

She wasn't wearing a bra. She rarely did here in her quarters.

He gently gathered her straight red hair and let it fall behind her, baring her left breast that had been hidden underneath the mass of hair.

His arms slid under her armpits and his palms spread over her tits. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently.

Lily sighed in pleasure, the tingle in her nipples growing as he kneaded her mounds. She pressed her back against him and stared at their reflection, as her son fondled her chest. She raised another good point. "And if you do take me to the Ball, what happens to Luna? Do you think anyone other than you'll take her for the special event?"

She saw his grimace and knew she succeeded in establishing her point.

"Fine. You're right. I can't leave Luna alone on Christmas. But promise me that you won't dance with anyone but me."

She laughed softly, caressing his face."I'm yours, sweetie. You don't need to be so insecure. Though I don't see how dancing with anyone should trigger your territorial instincts."

"I just don't want anyone's grubby hands on you. Not even on the small of your back. If that happens, I might just need to kill the other party. Only I'm allowed to touch you and vice versa." Harry joked, nibbling on her smooth neck and rubbing his thumbs under her stiff nubs.

"That's a bit extreme, don't you think?" said Lily.

"Maybe. But it is what it is. I don't like the thought of anyone touching you. It makes me feel all queasy and uncomfortable. It makes me want to throw up." He responded truthfully, his lips sliding up from her neck and onto her cheek.

"Alright. I won't dance with anyone but you." She smiled exasperatedly, finding his childish possessiveness cute. Though it wasn't a new thing. He always had been possessive. Which was fine since that was the way she had raised him. All their life before Hogwarts, they only had each other. And it was quite understandable for him to think that she belonged to him as she had always told him in a loving tone.

"Thank you!" Harry exclaimed in joy, kissing the corner of her lips and pinching her nipples. She gasped at the sudden sting of pleasure, rolling her eyes at his playful smirk.

"Do you want to take this further? Or are you just teasing me?" She asked, shaking her tits and loving the way his eyes glued to them and his fingers dug into them.

Harry, in response, dropped his arms from her tits and to around her waist and pulled her up on her feet.

"Wha—" She uttered dubiously.

Harry picked the chair from underneath her and placed it before her. "Put your hands on it and lean down on it, mum. I'm not teasing. I want to fuck you while we stare into the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you moan my name."

Lily laughed at this, following his wish and bending down, pushing her arse against his hips, feeling his already hard dick. She smirked at his gasp, wiggling her butt, rubbing up and down his crotch.

He grabbed the hem of her gown from down her ankle and threw it up her back, baring her legs and arse. He pulled down her knickers and took the opportunity to press his nose into her crevice and take a deep sniff.

Lily trembled and complained, his warm breath blowing over her pussy. "Don't act like a dog!"

He snickered and lowered his own trousers and underwear, his shaft springing out and smacking her bare butt. He pushed it on her cleft, through her arse cheeks, slowly moving it up and down, between her plump buns.

Lily groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than his cock inside her. "Harry! Just shove it in."

He kneaded her round butt cheeks, smirking as he slid his dick up between them. Just before she could complain again and call him out on his teasing, he pushed his erection into her burning crevice, drawing out a sweet loud moan from her pretty mouth.

"Harrryyy!"

The way she cried his name broke his restraints. He pushed forward until he was wholly inside her, within the familiar inner chamber of her core, with her wet hot walls grasping his throbbing member. Her pussy fit him like a glove after the number of times they had fucked.

He grunted, heaving as her tightness threw a hazy screen of lust over his mind. Then he slowly pulled halfway out before slamming back in, making the chair on which she was leaning falter, making her arse jiggle.

As the pleasure coursed through him and the need to rut overtook him, he wound his arms around her delicate waist and stooped over her, until his face was beside her ear and his chest flushed against her back.

He looked into the mirror with his cock buried in his mum's pussy. He found her glassy gaze in the reflection. He held her tightly in his arms and began thrusting into her rapidly.

She screamed wantonly, her breasts swaying like a leaf through a storm, as her whole body shook after each slap of his hips on her butt. Somehow the chair didn't tumble from beneath her and she stood bent over it while her son fucked her fast and hard, sending pleasure rippling through her like a stone in the pond.

She just gazed into the mirror, staring at her little knight who was too busy ploughing into her, too taken with her oscillating breasts, and damn too busy with turning her neck red with his lips.

Soon the night of the Yule Ball was upon them.

Harry was dressed in rich silky blue dress robes which his mother had chosen for him.

"How do I look?" He asked after Lily was done helping him dress.

She smoothed his hair and cupped his face, her green eyes shining proudly. "Like the most beautiful boy on the planet. I'm resisting the urge to jump you."

He chuckled shyly as she gave him a loud kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, mum. Do you need me to stay and wait for you?"

Lily was still not ready, just wearing a loose bathrobe after she had taken a shower earlier.

She shook her head with an excited smile. "No, Harry. You go and check up on Luna. We'll meet in the Great Hall. This will allow me to surprise you with the choice of my dress. I promise you that you'll want to bone me at the first sight. And I'm predicting no sleep tonight. I just know you won't let me rest and will leave me tired and bow-legged."

She giggled at his dreamy look, offering another kiss, but this time on the lips.

"Well, I'm eager. Just to confirm, you won't come naked, would you? Because I don't think anything can top that. You're most beautiful when you are wearing nothing." He grinned, closing his arms around her waist and giving her arse a squeeze.

She chuckled, mashing her mouth on his and engaging him in a long lewd kiss that left a trail of spit down their chin.

Lily felt his gaze on her cleavage and saw that his hands were moving to rip off her robe.

She stepped back. "Go, Harry. Don't tempt me to skip the Ball."

He grouched and went away after smacking her bum.

She rolled her eyes fondly. "Harry and his obsession with slapping my butt."