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Wily Lily
🕑 Added 2023-06-01 18:41:37 +0000 UTCWily Lily
A.N :- The highest voted prompt of the last month. My first Harry/Lily smut but certainly not the last. As usual, any suggestions or feedbacks are appreciated.
Displaced from his time at the start of his sixth year, Harry grabbed the opportunity to spend time with his young parents and their friends as classmates with both hands. Unfortunately, he hadn’t anticipated his mother would want to shove more than just her friendship into his hands. And no picture of the redhead ever pointed out what kind of stacked fox she was or how difficult it would be to just not surrender to her demands.
Gryffindor common room, 1976
It’s a shame that he didn’t bring his invisibility cloak that day…
Harry Potter glanced at his dormmates from the corner of his eyes, wincing internally as a pair of hazel eyes glared daggers at him. Sitting in the dark corner of the common room and cocooning himself in the high-backed single chair so far away from the gentle heat of the fireplace turned out moot as the black-haired, spectacled wizard fumed at him from the moment he sat by with his friends. Harry could only sigh at his future father’s attitude. So much for making friends with the Marauders.
Tumbling from his abrupt and honestly underwhelming journey through the veil of death after shoving his godfather aside, Harry had hoped that his wretched life would finally come to an end. Maybe he could even meet his dead parents in the afterlife that he heard about while growing up. The short few moments after entering that ice-cold veil, Harry had even dared to dream of himself frolicking well above the clouds, without a single worry about some thieving professors or some giant ass snake or some half-cooked competition, chased by his grinning father or maybe embraced by his mom whose voice only those dementors helped him remember.
But what did he find after waking up?
A dozen wizards and witches in dark, creepy full-length robes, prodding and probing his bound and half-naked body with the end of their wands. For a horrible moment, Harry almost feared that he was somehow transported to hell, and these freaks were preparing him before dunking him into a bottomless pit of magma or something. It would have been ironic that a young wizard who selflessly devoted his life to his friends and loved ones without any desires for self-gain would be found wanting for good deeds. Thankfully, his fears were unwarranted.
Though he quickly understood why death eaters choose that ungodly hour to infiltrate the departments of mysteries. Maybe the unspeakables’ eccentricities were too much for even those hardcore merchants of death and destruction.
But they were much more knowledgeable than you. That, unfortunately, Harry couldn’t deny.
Parallel universes, time-branching probabilities, infinite timelines—His head hurt just by thinking about the long-assed explanation they gave him after listening to his side of the story. The only thing he realized was that he was almost two decades in the past, with his arrival changing the timeline irrevocably of this universe.
Though they were not all bad, were they?
The unspeakables were kind enough to forge a new identity for him along with providing a thousand galleons loan that he must repay within a decade. And after that they just let him leave that place without a single fuss, as if travelers from different dimensions were everyday occurrences for them. All in all, Harry should be thankful that he came out of the ordeal with just a bit of mental scarring and nothing much.
Unknown in the new world, without the burden of the Potter name or the fame of the Boy-who-lived, what was his first decision? To enroll in the fucking Hogwarts.
Harry almost cursed himself for his naivety. The allure of spending time with his teenage parents was too much for him to pass on. And, of course, his young godfather, without the ravages of the Azkaban.
He sneaked a glance at his young future dad. His mood soured even further.
He couldn’t really fault his old man for glaring at him, could he? Certainly not when —
A breathless silence fell on the entire common room. The rowdy chitter-chatter that Gryffindor house was famous for stopped as if someone had abruptly cut the sound of the wizarding wireless. Harry’s eyes followed every other occupant’s, especially wizards, before he flopped in his seat bonelessly, burrowing inside the upholstery as if wanting the couch to swallow him.
“There you are, Evans!”
Harry groaned. A mental wince lanced inside his head. Not wanting to completely distance himself from his real identity, Harry had the bright idea of changing his name from Harry Potter to Harry Evans. And add his decision to dye his buzz-cut hair crimson to not look like his dad’s doppelgänger, only a fool would think that it would not draw the attention of another person in the castle…
“Hi…hi… Lily.”
His teenage mother, with her blood-red, long hair tied in a ponytail, sauntered in his direction.
“Where did you run off to?” And with a hard shove, the young redhead pushed him into the corner of the single sitter. “Now scoot along.”
Harry’s eyes widened as his teenage mom plopped herself on the scarce amount of space left there, practically planting half her ass-cheeks over his thighs.
“Lily, you will give the poor boy a heart attack.” Harry made a choking sound from the back of his throat, agreeing vehemently with the pixie-cut dark-haired girl, Alice Harper.
“C’mon, Alice… We Evanses need to stick together. Don’t you think so, Harry?” Harry’s eyes bulged as the redhead took hold of his right arm and mashed it tightly to her dark green jumper. With the thin clothing pushed inside by his biceps’ girth, the young wizard could feel his arm nestled between two large, round, doughy pillows.
Harry’s voice got further stuck as Lily’s other friends encircled him—with Alice sitting on one right armrest of his couch while the shyest of the four girls, Mary McDonald; took the left one. The last of the group, the tall, gorgeous blond Marlene McKinnon, pushed his thighs apart and took a seat on the floor of the common room, mashing her back with the front of his trousers.
“Mumblewimble…” Four heady female perfumes assaulted his nose, shutting his brain function entirely. His state of mind wasn’t helped as his teenage mom’s doppelgänger’s jeans-clad bum rubbed his thighs constantly which was accompanied by the gentle swaying of Marlene, who was rocking gently, arching her upper back as if wanting to make contact with something other than the cushion.
“Ouch! Prongs! What the hell!”
The loud shout from near the fireplace dragged the entire common room’s attention, where a moaning Sirius Black was holding his left eye closed while glaring at the flushing James Potter beside him. A James Potter who was clutching a Frizzing Frisbee in a death grip.
“Sorry… Padfoot.” Harry’s trepidation increased further as the sound of James Potter’s teeth grinding crossed the entire length of the common room, assaulting his ears like a blunt knife cutting through rough wood. “I wasn’t looking—”
“You can’t mar my extraordinary good looks, Prongs. Witches of this world will not forgive you.”
“C’mon Harry, ignore those morons’ silliness. So why did you escape… I mean ran off from the Hogsmeade trip.” Lily dragged his attention to herself by burrowing his arm even deeper between her chest, pouting her lips. “Weren’t we good companions?”
“No…no…of course not!”
How could Harry explain to his young future mom that she and her friends’ closeness with him will irrevocably damage his chances of ever establishing a healthy relationship with James Potter? After joining Hogwarts by taking the OWLS in the ministry earlier this summer, Harry had such high hopes of getting inducted into the Murderers group, maybe even becoming an animagus himself. Yes, he wouldn’t be reunited with his parents, but he could still be part of their young selves, maybe becoming best friends gradually. Well, maybe not his actual parents, but people who had the potential to give birth to him in the future. His handlers in the department were quick to point out that every individual in this universe should be kept completely separated from the ones from his knowledge. Unfortunately for those cynical bastards, the heart rarely ever listens to the commands of the minds, and doubly so when love was involved.
Add a teenager’s temperament to that…
Even though his mother and her friends crowded his side from the moment he took a seat at the Gryffindor table after sorting, his father’s group was an entirely different matter. He also shouldn’t have been such a creep, trying to force himself into their group after just coming into Hogwarts. All of his hopes of joining his dormmates were extinguished quicker than a candle facing a storm, when his mother’s group got closer to him, getting handsy with their affection in the broad daylights of the common room or the Great hall.
He blushed. The afternoon’s memory of getting dragged through the picturesque Hogsmeade village caused his pale skin to turn tomato red. He should be happy that he had established such a close bond with the redhead and her friends. If not for a glaring problem… Not a single picture that Hagrid’s album possessed, ever hinted his mom was such a knockout in her teenage years. Or maybe his outlook had changed from his before puberty state. Harry could grudgingly recognize, in the dark recess of his mind, why his father was so desperate to win her affection throughout the school.
And now that she had been so liberal with her affections for the last month, Harry had trouble reconciling the concept of the young woman who stood in front of his crib, facing a certain death with this voluptuous, red-haired succubus.
Harry had barely refrained from imagining what was underneath his teenage mom’s shirt during his self-pleasuring in the showers. Well, her friends certainly helped. With the sultry Alice’s tight athletic body, framed by her dimpled smile or the demure Mary’s too-large tits on her slight frame, Harry had resisted the urge to do the unthinkable while fantasizing about Lily Evans by transferring his libido towards her friends. Of course, the gorgeous Marlene, with her perfect features sitting underneath him, also helped.
And it also helped that Harry hadn’t even heard of the two blonds during his time at Hogwarts. Hopefully, future Neville Longbottom would spare him for perving on his mom. Harry had correctly guessed that Alice Harper was the same person that Mad-eye identified as Lady Longbottom.
His slowly hardening dick, courtesy of the four Gryffindor witches, softened just by thinking about the fate that his world’s Alice Longbottom had faced. It was hard to believe that the bubbly girl sitting beside him would be reduced to a husk by the atrocities of the dark wankers. And as Harry hadn’t ever come across his mother’s other two friends in his entire life, he could safely assume that they probably shared the same fate as his mother. No way, the two women who were so close to a young Lily Evans wouldn't check on her son even once.
He couldn’t let the same fate befall them again.
With determination burning in his every pore, Harry Evans stood up abruptly, ignoring the muttered curses of the redhead as she tumbled sideways. “Sorry, girls. I have some things to do.”
Harry sidestepped Marlene’s attempt at a grab, storming across the room, toward the sixth-year dorms, not looking at all those young faces whose fate now depended on his ability to fight the upcoming evil.
What a sobering thought.
***
With the curtains drawn over his four-poster bed, Harry Potter jolted down his knowledge from the past in a notebook.
‘Umm… what exactly happened in 1976, again?’
A healthy flush crept over his pale face. He couldn’t remember a single instance of him researching the events of the first war or the rise of his arch-nemesis, Voldemort. No wonder he was always grasping the straws, hoping someone would come, and save his hide at the last moment. How he wished he had Hermione’s support at this moment. She probably had memorized every meaningful event from the last two decades.
Harry shook his head, banishing those thoughts. He shouldn’t be thinking of his female best friend equally stranded in a different time… or was it a different world?
The suffocating silence of the dorm room mocked him, promising the same pain that his loved ones would go through because he thought goofing off with Ron was more enjoyable than preparing himself for the inevitable.
The absence of the other four sixth-year boys didn’t surprise him. Sirius implied in his chats that they would only wander around the forbidden forest during the full moons. What a filthy liar! He realized It was the Marauders’ nightly routine to sneak out of the dorms. Or maybe this bunch was rowdier than his father’s group. That was also a possibility.
“The to-do list to stop Molyshorts?” A female voice whispered behind him, almost causing him a premature heart attack.
“What…!” Harry stumbled from his Indian-style position, hands clutching his heart while he tried to shove the diary under the pillow with his extended arm. “M...Lily?”
“Duh! Who else?” Harry took loud gulps to calm his racing heart, cursing himself for not putting up a proximity charm around his bed. “Now, who is Moldyshorts?”
“Nobody…” The young wizard scooted toward the bedpost, putting as much distance as possible between him and Lily. “What are you doing in a boy’s dorm? And how did you even get up here?”
Harry averted his eyes at the casual shrug of the redhead as her action caused interesting things to happen around her jumper-clad chest. Though he immediately felt foolish for asking the second question. Didn’t Hermione also come up to their dorm a few times during the Christmas breaks?
Harry waited for her answer while staring at the curtains of his bed. And waited. And further waited.
A perplexed young wizard craned his neck back to the other occupant of the room and stared. The redhead’s gaze was transfixed in his direction. Particularly his groin.
Harry Potter looked downward and almost let out a shout of embarrassment. He had forgotten that he was only in a boxer-shorts before the arrival of the young witch. And all his jostling and moving above the bed had made his reproductive organ flop out from between the middle flap somehow, his red crown directly pointed at the silent visage of his teenage mother—resting on the bed innocently.
“Fucking hell….” With that loud curse, the time-displaced wizard glomped his flopping dick and tried to shove it back inside the flap, wincing as the soft cartilage bent unnaturally by his use of force.
“Lily, I’m so sorry—” Harry trailed off; his eyes fell on the blushing face of the redhead, with her blush rapidly spreading to her neck and inside her green sweater. “—that wasn’t intentional.”
“Umm… it’s alright.” There was an awkward silence as Harry watched Lily fidget in her position. Her hands were busy worrying the bottom of her jumper which made the material stretch over her busty chest. And put two small protruding nubs into prominence.
Harry’s eyes followed downward, to her short skirt which showed a thick pale skinned thigh, with enough definition that he wondered for a second if the redhead participated in some kind of sporting activity. And the knee-high white woolen socks covered her long legs, with her toes curled in their tucked into position.
“Maybe… maybe you should leave Lily?” Harry asked. The small candles that floated at the corners of the room provided enough lighting that Lily wrinkled her nose at his request.
He was thinking of polite ways to make himself scarce from the bed and maybe wear a pajama from the bathroom when much to his astonishment; he watched the hesitating redhead lunge forward and forced his crossed legs to separate before forcefully pulling his boxer shorts down. Then, to his horrified wonderment, his mother’s young self curled her soft fingers around his slowly hardening dick.
His whisper of ‘Oh No!’ was drowned by an even louder ‘Oh Yes!’ from the young redhead.
“M…Lily…Stop.” Harry leaned backward, gasping as the taboo of his young mom’s hand over his inflamed penis started to rob him of his senses.
“Big,” Lily murmured, unheeding his words, giving his todger a gentle squeeze. “Bigger than any I’ve ever seen…so much bigger…”
The thought of his mother seeing any dick previously invoked a spike of jealousy in the young wizard, but also reminded him of the identity of the woman whose caress he was enjoying so much.
Harry sat upright, forcing Lilly, who was leaning forward to caress his penis, to scuttle backward.
“Lily, stop. Please.” Harry said more firmly. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It…it’s not ethical.”
“Ethical… what the fuck are you talking about, Harry?” Harry had only heard that his mother had a mean temper. Now that his mother seemed to be on the verge of erupting, he wondered if he should just lie down and leave the redhead to her explorations of his genitals. “You rejected Amelia, Panoma, Cassandra and who knows how many such similar sluts? You fucking even rejected that cow-titted skank Rita’s offer of a tit job. What was all that about then? I have not shied away from my intentions regarding you. So why shouldn’t we do this?”
Harry grimaced at all those incidences. As if he wanted to reject all those girls. Maybe Rita Skeeter… And wasn’t that a surprise to see that horrible reporter now just a seventh-year Slytherin, with some truly incredible proportions? Oh! Why did he reject her offer again?
“Ouch!” Harry’s eyes bulged as Lily squeezed his endowment with some extra pressure, almost making him whimper in pain.
“I’m waiting.”
Harry had only heard that his mother was really intimidating. But now in the small-four poster bed, with his boxer shorts drawn to his knees—while the redhead with her long tresses framing her face, identical eyes glaring at him, her chest heaving as she mauled and tackled his sensitive tacklee… furiously; Harry understood what all of them were trying to say.
“I… I mean…” Harry fumbled, absolutely dreading the outcome of his next sentence. “We are related.”
“Oh, I’m sure we are related.” Harry gaped at the redhead’s deadpan. “I mean, both of us have the same name, not to mention the same hair and eyes. We must be distantly related to my mom’s side.”
“No! You don’t understand.” Harry panicked. “Just hear me out…”
And in front of the demanding eyes of his young would-be mother, Harry Potter vomited every secret of his, from his old world to his arrival and subsequent stay with the unspeakables to his new identity and everything else.
Finished with everything, Harry panted. His eyes searched for the redheads’, whose face had gone stony during his explanation. Does she think him mental?
The young wizard’s palms had gone sweaty by the continued silence from Lily’s end. When with a hard shove, the redheaded witch toppled him backward before climbing above him, looming large with her red tresses hallowing around her pretty face.
“That must be the most elaborate lie that someone had cooked up to say ‘I’m not interested in you’.”
“No! It wasn’t a lie…”
“Yes, I can see that you are interested.” Lily Evans gyrated her pelvis over his naked erection, grunting as the fleshy appendage pushed against her clothed nether region. “Then that would mean…”
“That I’m telling the truth.”
“No! It just means that you are a giant fucking pervert.” Lily smirked.
“What?”
“I understand, completely. My handsome young son.” Harry choked on his saliva at the redhead’s words. “That’s what you proclaimed, isn’t it? That I will give birth to you in the future. But still, you are rubbing your huge, fucking dong all along my pussy.”
“No! I’m not…”
“Yes, you are. You motherfucker.”
Lily took hold of the end of her jumper and tugged the garment out of her frame, a red, skimpy bra encasing her beautiful tits.
“This is what you want, don’t you, you pervert? You want me to become your mommy who will take care of your filthy needs, Isn’t it? Here’s some motherly love for my depraved baby boy!”
Lily Evans tugged the cups of her bra beneath her perky tits and shoved those beautiful pale perfections over his face.
“Hmmmppfff!”
“Yes! Munch on your mommy’s milk. You didn’t get that in your childhood. Did you?”
Harry Potter was utterly flummoxed. He had thought his explanation about his past would establish why anything couldn’t happen between them. But his mother…his mother…
The unspeakable Helena’s words echoed inside his head.
‘Forget about the people. The good, the bad, even the evil everything that you were aware of in your world could be identical here or diametrically opposite. So don’t hold your past judgments and prejudices when dealing with this world’s people.’
Yeah, the girl above me isn’t really my mother, is she? Just a different Lily Evans from a different world.
And even if it was his mother, he had the primary rights to feed on these heavenly globes anyway.
Unable to resist the temptation anymore, Harry slowly lifted his idle hands to her heavy breasts that were suffocating his nostrils and took hold of those puffy, pink nipples, and straight up shoved them in his mouth.
“Mm..pp.. Pe…f…ct…” Harry mumbled, chewing on the nipples.
“See… want to see how much my baby boy has grown…” Harry barely heard the words that Lily was sprouting, too busy getting his fill of his mother’s breasts. Though he did whine like a baby when the redhead sat up and cut his access to her bosoms, acting just like a deprived toddler.
Harry grudgingly allowed the young redhead to scoot backward and expose his virile, ten-inch pecker again.
“My, oh, my! My baby boy has a ten inch broomstick in his pants.” Harry blushed at Lily’s insistence to continue act like his mother. Though he was internally impressed at how she had guessed his size with just a glance and a bit petting.
As Lily spoke, she curled the fingers of both hands around the base of the shaft of his penis. When she did, they both saw that there was still a good three inches of hard, throbbing meat sticking out above her hands.
"So big," she murmured, squeezing it and slowly running her hands up and down his impressive length.
Harry wondered if Lily’s persistence for acting like his mum was for her benefit. Could she be into this?
"The better to please you with, my sweet Mommy," Harry hesitatingly proposed, testing the waters.
"Oh, does baby boy think he can satisfy mommy’s itch?" Lily grinned, squeezing his dong a little harder, just to make a point.
Harry decided to to fully immerse himself into the pleasures that the sultry redhead was promising. No point in holding himself up for some silly morals. And he didn’t want to upset his mom. That was what his inner conscience said out loud. His only justification for not putting any more resistance.
Lily seemed to get the hint of his willingness, shedding her bra and skirts in a hurry. She tried to shimmy and twist, hoping that her wet knickers would fall off. But no such thing happened.
A loud ‘pfffp’ echoed around the empty dorm as a girl’s knickers were torn.
Harry just stared at the now naked girl, with only her high socks blocking his hungry eyes from her entire flawless skin. His eyes zeroed in on those perky, globes; saliva pooling in his mouth. And that perfect peach…
Harry pulled her splayed leg toward him, before spreading them apart. Once her legs were parted he eased his hands between the bright red juncture, hesitating just for a bit due to his inexperience.
Sliding his hand up the soft smoothness of her inner thighs, he felt them spread farther apart on their own volition. He gently pulled his Mom toward him as he inched his inquisitive fingers higher and higher up between her long legs. Then, curling his hand around behind the back of her head, he pulled her to him and found her soft, giving lips with his own.
Pushing his tongue between her lips, he found her tongue. As he did, a spark of excitement fired off down inside his throbbing cock when he felt his Mom's tongue respond to his touch. Just then his fingertips brushed across the slippery smoothness of her petals and another spark fired off down his cock, making it twitch. Kissing her deeply, passionately, he gently eased his fingers into the incredible heat that her pussy gave off. Exploring the soft warmth between her legs, his fingertips suddenly encountered wetness and a soft moan escaped out into his mouth as her legs spread out more.
Gently probing the soft warmth with his fingertips, he soon found the slippery opening of her vagina. Continuing the deep, frenching, he slowly eased his fingers up into the tight clutch of her pussy.
"Ummmmm..." she murmured out into his mouth as he continued to push his fingers deeper into her until they were buried up to their last knuckles.
Her tight pussy was so soft and warm that a heady rush of pleasure filled his every pore. His mothers cuntmuscles clutched at his embedded fingers. Harry groveled at the sheer perversity of fingering his mother’s teenage self’s cunt. Harry had to have more. To see it, to taste It, to ruin it, forever.
He could see that she was watching him with an almost dazed look in her eyes.
Harry stared at her emerald eyes without flinching, before he reached up and took hold of her doughy ass cheeks, dragging her forward so that her pussy lips rested just above his head. His young mother gripped his bedpost tightly in her hand, knuckles white with the force of gripping.
The young wizard’s breath hitched as a vision of pure perfection greeted his eyes. The swollen, red nub jutted out of the fleshy sheath just above two pristine pink petals. Petals stickily cleaved to each other to hide the secret treasure inside them.
Harry’s heart thudded. Its pounding was so hard that he feared he might be in the middle of a heart attack. And the reason—the exposed and vulnerable pink splendor that was now displayed before him.
And finally, with a choking grunt, Harry shoved his mouth between the redhead’s vulnerable nether regions, his lips meeting with the lower ones of his young mother.
With a loud smooch, he licked all over the splayed out lips, collecting the dewy wetness that was spread like the most delicious buffet.
Harry savored the heady scent welling up of her overheated pussy. Then he draped his arms over her widely spread thighs and reached up to curl his hands around her tiny waist. Digging his fingers down into her soft skin, he pulled his Mom to him tightly. As he did, Harry felt his Mom's fingers left their place on his bedpost and curled down into his colored crimson hair. The sharp tips of her fingernails dug into his scalp. Gently, but forcefully, Lily pressed down on his head, guiding, leading his lips down onto her jutting clit.
“Mmmmmmm…” The redhead’s delighted moans caused Harry to throw caution to the wind, assaulting his mom’s clit with his dexterous tongue while the young witch lost herself due to his ministrations. He could feel her fingers pressing down, nails digging into his scalp as she guided his tongue to just the right places. As she did, Harry's chin was pressed against the gooey wetness leaking out of her pussy. Within moments, his cheeks and chin were covered with the hot, sticky goo as his mom gently humped herself up at his insistent tongue.
In no time at all. Harry felt the redhead above him begin to quiver and thrash around, her abs tightening as she undulated above his mouth. The redhead was racing toward fulfillment and Harry could guess that she was at the edge of her tipping point, waiting for the final push that would help her fall over the cliff.
Then suddenly, with a jerk, her whole body went taut.
"Oh, Yesssssss..." she hissed out, thrusting down, beginning to quiver and strain against him. "Yessssss..."
Harry gave the teenager no respite, slashing his tongue back and forth across her twitching clitoris and undulating labia as her pussy spurted out gushes of hot, gooey pussy milk. It gushed out like the water from a broken facet, splashing down into Harry’s open mouth and surrounding cheek, chin, and neck. Harry almost drowned by his mom’s pussy nectar; from the deluge that the busty redhead let out just by his tongue’s ministrations.
At last, he felt her trembling muscles begin to soften and relax, with the redhead loosening her grip on his hair strands.
Lily Evans flopped beside the lying, gasping young wizard, taking deep breaths to relax her smarting thigh muscles. Her gaze fell on the twitching pillar of cock, waving at her angrily, begging for stimulation.
A low groan left Harry’s lips as the young redhead took hold of his cock in her hands, jerking it slowly.
“Mommy was very happy with my baby’s performance. Now let mommy take care of her selfless boy.”
Fuck! Who knew his mom was such a fox?
***
“James, stop being a moody git. You ruined our whole outing.”
Sirius Black stared at his grumbling friend in exasperation.
“Yeah, James… I don’t think there’s anything between Lily and the new Kid.”
Sirius waved at Remus to take the center of their four-man formation, hoping that his calm words would have more of an effect on the Potter heir.
The dog animagus rummaged through his pockets before getting his hands on a folded parchment.
Gotcha…
Quickly pulling their greatest achievement out, the Black heir tapped the map with his wand. His eyes searched the route to their dorm, hoping to avoid some interloper. Especially Filch.
All clear…
He was about to deactivate the map when their sixth year dorm room caught his attention. The new student’s bed, to be precise.
“Oh, shit!”
Sirius quickly brainstormed ideas, any ideas that would delay their arrival at the Gryffindor house.
“What did you see, Padfoot?” Sirius looked up from the map in alarm to see all three of his cohort staring at him with James beckoning the map toward him.
“Nothing, nothing… Prongs.” Sirius smiled while fumbling with the map, trying to shove it to his trousers.
“Accio!” A nassaly voice intoned.
Sirius’s eyes widened as Wormtail summoned the map from his hand, staring at it with his beady little eyes.
“What’s this? It’s Lily’s dot above Harry’s name, in Harry’s bed, our dorm—”
Sirius winced as his four-eyed friend snatched the map from Wormtail’s grasp, staring at it with wide, disbelieving eyes.
“Prongs, maybe the map is mal—”
Sirius Black could only watch helplessly as his best friend turned around, dashed into the darkness, all pretenses of sneaking around forgotten.
Sirius and Remus both glowered at the cowering Peter before staring at each other.
They needed to stop James before he did something stupid.
***
Lily stared upward at the panting face of the young wizard, lying buck-naked in a boy’s dorm. Her green irises were fixed at the giant size of Harry’s penis, gawking at the way it jutted out of his groin, like a grotesque reddish-pink serpent, with a gigantic purple head with its one eye drooling deliriously above her stomach. The stream of pre-cum dribbled down the dilated pisshole before running down the underside of his cock, making the entire organ glisten erotically. Lily felt faint, just by imagining that massive beast spearing into her overeager twat.
Groaning with effort and desire, Harry leaned toward her. Quickly slipping his arms under her beautiful legs, he hooked his elbows underneath her curvaceous, firm legs. Grunting, he quickly lifted her legs, spreading her frothing, drooling fanny open even wider as his throbbing manmeat approached it.
Leaning into her, he pushed his basilisk up to the drooling lips of the redhead. As his giant cockhead touched the soft, peachy skin of her pussy, he felt such a rush of perverse excitement, his cock nearly belched out its fiery load. To think he was about to enter the same hole that could have been born a few years later— His donkey duck throbbed maniacally just by the thought. He had barely stopped himself from imagining the exact scenario that was happening before his very eyes, diverting his mind to the redhead’s friends for the sake of propriety. But now that he had broken that chain of pesky morality that was tightening like a noose around his neck, Harry let his imagination, and perversion both run wild.
Slowly easing his penis onto the vulnerability of her soft, wet heat, he couldn't stop himself from trembling with anticipation. He was about to make love to his beautiful Mom, well a doppelgänger of hers. He was actually going to put his cock inside a place that no son even dare to trespass with or without their mothers’ permission. Not only was he going to enter the same forbidden place, but the redhead was readily accepting his maleness into the very core and soul of her womanhood. She was eagerly accepting him into the fiery cauldron between her legs, a place he should never enter by any means.
A horrifying thought stalled his heart. What if because of his meddling, this world’s Lily never marries James? What about the future Harry then? But it was too late to stop their headlong plunge as he watched her reach for his throbbing manmeat.
Seeing the evil, purple-colored bellend approach her waiting womanhood, Lily reached down and took hold of its rigid enormity. Slowly, apprehensively, she forced it down onto the slippery wet gash of her womanhood. Then as it touched her, she rapidly rubbed the great purple cockhead up and down her dripping, salivating slit. As she did, she spread his viscous, slippery precum around her cuntal opening and quickly coated its hard, roundness with her own fem cum’s slipperiness.
Finally, centering the great, rotund cockhead in the burning core of her seething pussy, she gave it a little tug encouraging him to push it into her. Harry hesitated only a moment as he felt the fiery heat permeating up out of his mom's hot, clenching pussy.
Slowly, he leaned forward, feeling the hot clinging flesh of her pussy slowly wrap itself around the aching head of his bulging cockhead. Deeper and deeper into the hot, forbidden depths went the huge, round cockhead until it was buried inside of her. Unable to stop himself, Harry suddenly sent the entire ten-plus inches of his monstrous cock slashing into the scorching, clinging depths of his young mom's vagina with one wickedly powerful lunge.
"OH, MY, GOD, HARRY," Lily gasped as she felt his cock tear into her, puncturing her womanhood with his hugeness and suddenly filling her emptiness almost beyond its limit.
She hoped her pussy could take all the young wizard’s inflated, veiny fuckstick. It plunged into her without mercy, but even as his basilisk punched inside her pussy canal, she felt herself stretching and dilating almost beyond belief to accept all of him. Then suddenly, his hard abs crashed down onto her toned belly and she knew that she conquered the unconquerable. Never had she felt the innards of her pussy muscles stretched so widely. The young wizard stretched her to the extreme and some more.
"Oh, Mom, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH," he blubbered out as he held himself against her, grinding himself into her burning warmth. All those years, the words he wanted to say to his mom spat out of his tongue without his conscious thought. Harry hoped so. It would be pretty embarrassing to profess his love for his mom only because she had given him refuge in her most sacred place.
“NGGGGGHHHhhh…..” Lily wheezed, squeezing down on his cock with her powerful cunt muscles, in no mind to reciprocate Harry’s love.
Pausing for only a moment to savor the tight, clinging wetness of her wet sheath, Harry quickly started to thrust. Within moments, he was sawing his immense bitchbreaker in and out of her with deep, stabbing thrusts.
Harry felt something inside of him snap and he began hammering his basilisk into her clenching, spasming cunt like a madman. The dimension traveler lost control of himself, grunting and snorting like a prized bull as he pounded his cock into her frothing slit. His four-poster bed wobbled and creaked as it threatened to collapse at any moment as they fucked like animals. The ferocity of his single-minded attack quickly drove her to the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm.
"OH, LADY MAEVE AND MORGANA!" she screamed out as she felt fires of an unholy origin consumed her body.
As Harry lost his own fight for control, he continued to slam his cock into her violently. Then abruptly, he saw the redhead begin to shake and flounce about on the bed, mimicking a headless chicken. Harry tried to stop himself. But alas, his hips drove with a mind of their own. Unable to stop fucking her, Harry watched as she flailed about so much that Harry feared she would hurt herself.
Guilt-ridden, though oddly happy that he couldn't stop, he continued to hammer his cock into her as she writhed underneath him. He was so close to spewing out his fiery, burning cream into her, he couldn't stop driving his cock into her. Disregarding her danger, he greedily chose to fulfill his own selfish needs. Closing his eyes, he continued to pound his great cock into the convulsing, clutching, clenching core of his mom's raw and wrecked cunt.
The bed underneath his mom's nubile, writhing body was creaking and groaning even louder under the punishment of his assault. But still, he pounded his cock into her with abandonment.
Suddenly, all at once, he felt an all-encompassing stabbing pain lance through his balls. His balls felt like they had burst and sent out a gusher of liquid fire tearing through his cock. It was so hot, it scorched his cock as it tore through it. The pain in his cock was so great, he knew that the spout of burning hot cum must have scalded the delicate lining of his cock. It continued to spew out through it on its way out and into his teenage Mom's waiting cunt. Then just as the spout of boiling, scorching cum spurted out of his cock, he felt such a contraction of pleasure wash over him, he nearly fainted. Then he felt another gigantic wave of pure, exquisite pleasure wash over him as another great fiery gusher of superheated cum came jetting out through his great lurching, jerking penis.
"FFUUUuuucccckkkkk," he bellowed out as he thrust himself into her with all his might, driving his great prick deeper into her pussy.
While Harry continued to pump his life essence into her, she felt herself finally begin the slow descent from the mind-bending high of her climax. There was an air of unreality about it as she lay with her back on the four-poster bed, looking up at the transferred new student looming above her vulnerable form. She could tell by his facial twitching that he was still being consumed by the passion of his orgasm, as she felt him continue to grind his cock into her pussy.
Harry could feel the tensed muscles in his back and legs begin to ache and quiver with fatigue as the intensity of his ejaculations finally began to decline with every pleasurable spasm that coursed through his cock. The intenseness of his orgasm was almost excruciating pleasurable and the strain of holding his cock buried inside of his Mom's sucking cunt was taking its toll and draining his legs of energy.
He wished it would never end, but he knew it had to. Finally, with one last feeble shudder, his cock spit out its last little dollop of cum inside of the drenched core of her cunt.
"OH, FUCK," he groaned as he felt his legs give way and he fell to his knees between his Mom's widespread legs, wrenching his giant cock out of her flooded cunt as he fell.
“OH, BABY THAT WAS THE BEST FUCK MOMMY EVER GOT.” Harry chuckled as the redhead continued playing her role of his dutiful mom.
His tired cock lurched this way and that. The tired but satisfied expression on the redhead’s face twinged some strings of his heart. He had only seen the similar face looking at him with such a fond expression from the mirror of erised. Though he believed this younger version of Lily Evans looked more satisfied. And as a dutiful son, it was his obligation to keep her that way for as long as possible.
Harry took hold of Lily’s thin waist and turned her around, forcing her on her front. She didn’t have to face any difficulties, so Harry picked the thickest pillow from his bed and pushed it under her belly so that her round arse cheeks would rise up from the bed. The young wizard rubbed his already hardened dick against the gaping open cunt, ready to give her even more satisfaction.
“No, baby…. Mommy’s lovehole needs rest because her son is so big—”
“UNGHHHHH…..” Harry’s next thrust ceased her all effort to maintain her character. It was a good thing both were facing the bedpost’s direction, if for a single moment they had looked backwards…
***
Sirius Black, along with his other three friends, kneeled on the floor of their dorm room, faces shoved inside the curtain of the fifth occupant’s bed. The sound of a slick tunnel parting around a rampaging visitor assaulted their eardrums like an angry dragon’s screech. And the smell… The fucking smell of male semen and female ejaculation turned his stomach. Unfortunately, the vision in front of his eyes was too alluring to pass up the opportunity to study it thoroughly.
“YES! YES! You are wrecking your mommy’s pussy forever, my love.” Sirius would have trouble believing That miss Perfect Lily would even be capable of that kind of scream.
The shaking form of his best friend beside him reminded him that he had bigger things to worry about. He and his mates had barely intercepted a fuming James from pulling out his wand and start cursing the occupants of the hidden bed. They were barely corralling him into calmness when the entire bed started shaking and creaking, like it was seconds away from crashing into the floor. And the rest…
Sirius cursed the occupants of the bed, mainly Lily, for creating a sound barrier around the curtains. If they could hear the debaucheries beforehand, then he would have never peeked inside along with his friends.
Who was he kidding? Of course, he would have peeked.
Though he felt bad for James. It wouldn’t have been easy watching your life-long crush in the throes of passion.
Sirius dragged James out of the curtains by pulling his collars, adjusting his trousers discreetly before James accuses him of perving on his girl.
Remus had also withdrawn himself, looking at James sympathetically. Sirius searched for the rat and almost kicked him as he could clearly see Wormtail’s hand was inside his trouser, eyes fixed inside the scenes.
He dragged James’ catatonic form away from Harry’s bed, patting his back.
“C’mon Prongs, there’s a lot of fish everywhere. Just forget about Lily.” Sirius blanched as James glared at him.
“He’s right, you know. And I think you were wasting your time, anyway.”
Sirius shook his head at Remus’s frankness. That was exactly what he shouldn’t have said.
“What…” James croaked.
“What he meant by that prongs…that….” Sirius swallowed. “She seemed to have some certain preferences and kinks. Not to mention the size that she preferred.”
James Potter, with an impotent glare at his two best mates, stormed out of the dorm room, completely heartbroken.
“You will see… Lily will be mine…”
Sirius could only shake his head. It was too late to change friends; he lamented.
***
A sore and tired Lily Evans blinked back to consciousness from that orgasmic coma that her son had put her through. Son… What a strange thought for an ambitious teenage girl.
She would have seriously thought Harry to be raving mad if she wasn’t the one who found him unconscious in the death chamber during her apprenticeship in the DOM. And learning the truth from him… that was really eye-opening.
Marrying James Potter—Lily wondered if that was the DOM’s effect on her future self. Hopefully she wouldn’t get mad enough to marry Potter with this foreknowledge. Though their union produced something extraordinary, it seemed. Lily’s hand twitched as her son’s dick clapped against her hips. She had never really reconciled the thought of Harry as her son properly in her psyche, as much as she liked to pretend last night. He was always the young man that she was appointed as the handler and the guy whom she was physically attracted to. Seeing him naked in the DOM facility had nothing to do with her fascination, absolutely nothing. But now that she had dipped her toes in the taboo, she could see herself visiting the role-plays regularly and maybe enjoy it more than she should. And of course her teenager son has to be her partner in crime.
Alas, duty calls.
Harry had been warned repeatedly to not divulge his secrets to anybody. But he regurgitated all of his knowledge to her without even thinking for once. The knowledge that in the wrong hands could doom their entire society. And as the DOM had made sure that no magic could coerce that knowledge from him, that only left…
Sorry, my baby… but you couldn’t continue to be a security threat. Her wand flashed from her invisible holster.
But worry, not love, Mommy will always be with you.
