For My Mother: Chapter 0 - Incest Is Wincest by BigE2955

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Commissioned by anonymous. James Potter died that Halloween night defending his
wife and son, and Harry was raised by his mother and pseudo-uncles. Harry is
growing increasingly more irritated that Snape's sniffing around his lonely mother
and trying to get into her good graces, and decides to take steps. That is, he's
going to remind his mother that she's a Potter's woman, and that as the man of the
house, he's going to take care of all her needs... right in front of the greasy
bastard himself.
“Stupefy!”
A blinding flash of red light suddenly blazed through the room. There was a
thunk, of a heavy body hitting the floor, the soft clattering of a wand dropping to
the ground as well. And then, a laugh, a warm one from the spell caster himself.
“Greasy bastard,” Harry murmured, kicking Snape’s wand away from his hand,
despite being well aware of the fact that the Potions master was going to be
Stunned for quite a while. His mouth was slightly agape, Snape having opened it in
surprise - the wizard promptly drawing his wand in a desperate effort to stave off
Harry.
Perhaps the former Death Eater was more experienced than Harry. But, Harry was a
master of offensive spells - and with ease, he had casted the Stunning spell,
sending the Potions master tumbling to the ground where he now lay. Dumb bastard,
Harry thought, staring down at him. Again… again, he had managed to trick his
mother into allowing him access into their house. To woo her. To try and steal her
away from his dearly deceased father, from him.
After all the things he’d done to her. He’d gotten her husband killed… and nearly
Lily herself as well. If he’d gotten his way, Harry himself would have been dead a
thousand times over as well. He’d called her Mudblood… insulted her very existence,
and still, he wanted to perpetuate some pathetic childhood romance, as if that
meant anything to her.
Harry smirked. “But…” he said, kicking Snape in the side just for the fun of it.
“I have a plan for you, Professor.” He said the word with such venom, such hatred,
that it would have staggered any normal person. It was clear to anyone that he held
no respect for this man - none whatsoever. Harry wasn’t one to hate lightly… but
after the things this man had done, joining up with Voldemort, killing his father,
not to mention bullying and belittling Harry any chance he got, Harry well and
truly hated Severus Snape.
With a point of his wand, and a muttered incantation, Harry promptly bound Snape
- ropes springing from the tip of his wand and looping around Snape’s limbs, tying
his hands and legs together, his mouth covered with tape and his greasy eyes forced
open with extra bits of tape - although they were still sightless now, considering
he was Stunned, the moment he woke up… he wouldn’t be able to close them for
anything. He’d be forced to watch, to listen, to smell, to hate himself for what
was about to happen.
Harry grinned victoriously. “Locomotor Snape.” he murmured, and at once, Snape’s
unconscious body began to levitate. Harry directed it out of the door, the man
following soon after, closing the door behind him.
With ease, Harry lead Snape up the stairs - a bit of relentless cruelty driving
Harry to ensure that Snape’s head would bounce off of each and every step. Soon, he
led him through an open door. He was left there, levitating for a moment as Harry
directed his wand elsewhere - a chair springing from downstairs, flying through the
house before landing in the room, just before the bed. Harry quite literally
directed his wand to throw Snape into the chair. And as an extra measure, despite
his hands and wrists being bound, he conjured manacles and shackles, that wrapped
Snape’s ankles and wrists to the sides of the chairs.
‘There’, Harry thought, taking extra precautions to ensure that the bindings were
as uncomfortably as humanly possible. ‘A position suitable for his stature.’ he
thought rather snidely, a smirk curling his lips. If it were up to him, the
slimeball - a term coined by his godfather, Sirius - wouldn’t even deserve a ditch
in some backwater Muggle town. But… he had to have some sort of seating, so that he
could have the perfect view of what was about to happen, what was going to happen.
After all, there was a damn good reason that Harry had decided to choose a
bedroom for Snape to sit. And, to put him directly in front of the bed nonetheless.
Harry stripped down, either uncaring of or not deeming Snape’s presence to be of
note. His body was truly the envy of many men. He was powerfully built, defined
muscles running along every one of his limbs. Although he wasn’t extraordinarily
tall, he was burly, with enough strength to send a grown man tumbling to the floor
if he were to punch them in the nose, perhaps as a callback to old Muggle ways of
fighting.
But… even his powerfully built frame, the completely opposite of Snape’s weak,
chubby body, wasn’t the main attraction of Harry Potter. No, for women at least,
that had to be his cock - which flopped down his leg like some kind of python,
hanging nearly to his knee. It was… magnificent, to say the least. Well over a foot
in length, with the thickness of two broomsticks put together.
If his body was something to grow jealous over - then his monstrous member was
something grown men would weep upon seeing, knowing that they could never hope to
compare. It was the type of cock that could seduce a woman. The type of cock where
Harry could walk into a room alone with a woman, whip out his member and order her
to suck his cock - and there was a damn good chance that she would.
It was a matter of pride, in the Potter family. It wasn’t that pureblood nonsense
that families such as the Malfoys or the Lestranges loved to go on and on about -
it was mere lucky genetics. Every Potter male, blessed with massive cocks and easy
to maintain physiques. Potter females - if Harry had been born a girl, or if he
were to have a daughter - incredibly beautiful, with lean yet curvy figures that
could entrap even the greatest of men.
His mother wasn’t fortunate enough to be blessed with that particular gift -
considering she was a Potter by marriage. Despite that… she could easily pass as a
Potter, with that beauty that had enraptured so many men… like the sniveling coward
bound to a chair before him.
Of course, none of them deserved it. Only two men ever had - one was dead, killed
defending his family before the Dark Lord himself, Voldemort. And the other? Well…
he was waiting in his bedroom, completely and utterly naked, a greaseball by the
name of Severus Snape tied to a chair beside him.
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Lily Potter née Evans, was a rather simple woman. She didn’t need wealth, riches,
fancy spells, or raw talent in order to be happy. She had married young, to James
Potter - taking his name, and moving with him into his house at Potter manor.
Of course, with You-Know-Who on the prowl, they had to take shelter in Godric’s
Hollow… but thinking about the place, where he died, where her life was shattered
around her in an instant, where everything she had built up through the years had
been irreparably destroyed.
Except for Harry.
The early years, she remembered, had been tough. James had always been able to
calm Harry, James had always been able to get him to laugh, to giggle, to eat when
asked and to bath without splashing soap and such everywhere.
But, there was a small part of Harry that knew his father wasn’t coming back. She
remembered how much he used to cry before bedtime, which is when James would
typically read him a story.
Of course, she had her friends, James’ best friends. Sirius, who had been as
sympathetic as one could possibly be. Remus, who hadn’t hesitated in attempting to
give Lily some charity, despite his horribly depleted coffers. Wormtail… now that
she was thinking about Sirius and Remus, she couldn’t help but think about the man
she had once affectionately called ‘Wormy’. The man who had betrayed their location
to You-Know-Who. The man who had gotten her husband killed, who had left her baby
fatherless.
Lily shook her head. She couldn’t think about those things now. With a gentle
sigh, she closed the door behind her, making sure to twist the lock and chain up
the door. “Harry!” she called, Lily’s voice echoing throughout the house. “I’m
home!”
“I’m up here!” Harry called back, his voice loud. Lily smiled, shrugging off her
traveling cloak and hanging it up on a nearby rack. She set her purse down on a
table, tossing her crimson hair over her shoulder as she waltzed up the stairs.
The door to Harry’s room was ajar. She stepped into the room, her evanescent
green eyes widening ever so slightly as she saw that her son was naked, his muscled
body in sight, his long and thick cock in full view of the busty redhead.
Do you want to know what the strange part was? Lily, and Harry, were no
strangers to seeing each other naked. Their mother-son relationship was certainly
an odd one, odd for the world… but not so much for each other.
Harry… wasn’t an early bloomer when it came to height, or weight, or muscles.
Except for one thing - his cock. Like all Potter men, he was incredibly gifted in
that department… that particular gift only becoming evident at around ten years of
age.
Cue Lily sitting in her bedroom, reading a book, when ten year old Harry ran in -
buck naked, an eight inch cock flopping around in between his legs. Fully hard,
too, dripping pre cum onto the floor as he stared at his mother - who up until that
point hadn’t taught him anything about sex… or love, or anything of that nature.
Key word: until that point. After that… let’s just say, things got a little
incestous. Over the years, they did a lot of things together, dirty, filthy,
depraved things that often left them sweat soaked, grinning, and naked in each
other’s arms.
Handjobs. Blowjobs. Titjobs, galore. He’d eat her out, and she’d deepthroat him
in return. Sixty nine was one of their favorite positions, his head jammed in
between her thighs while every inch of his cock would be stuffed into her throat.
But they’d never had sex. They’d come close, surely. But Lily had never summoned
the courage to truly pass that line, to truly break the taboo that was erected
between mother and son. She knew that Harry was more than eager to have sex with
her - to slip his massive cock into the same pussy he’d been born from, to plunder
the womb he had laid in for nine months.
She was afraid, however. Maybe - some part of her, recognized how wrong it was,
despite the immense pleasure they both dolled out on each other in spades. It
wasn’t natural for a mother to drink her son’s cum, to allow him to plaster her
face with his seed and give him a good show as she lapped it up with her tongue. It
wasn’t natural for a son to learn the inner workings of his mother’s pussy with his
tongue, finding out where her G-spot was, learning how to make her cum in less than
a minute with plenty of practice and hardwork.
But… overtime, she had learned to accept it. And now… tonight, she had decided -
that tonight, here and now, she would sleep with her son, and finally make him a
man. And for the first time in nearly two decades… she herself would feel like a
woman once again, with a Potter’s enormous cock stuffed into her awaiting pussy,
which had longed for all those delicious inches for so, so long.
Perhaps it was a testament to how close they’d become, that both of them had come
to the same conclusion on the same night, that their love could finally be
consummated. However, Lily noticed something else.
“What is Severus doing here?” Lily asked, looking between the bound, unconscious
Potions master and her son.
“The slimy bastard was sneaking around…” Harry said. “Trying to get into your
panty drawer again, I’d assume.” he said. “Thought it was about time to teach him a
lesson - to show him, once and for all, how pathetic he is compared to the Potters,
whether it’s me or my father.” A pause. “I never did understand why you kept him
around.”
Lily grinned. “A girl could always use a little flattery.” she admitted. “And
besides… it was amusing. I’ve never really forgiven him for calling me Mudblood or
cursing James all those times - so watching him squabble and whimper, trying to
gain my affections… well, it can bring a lot of happiness to a poor, old, widowed
woman.”
“You’re not old, Mum.” Harry said.
Her grin only widened. “Thank you, Harry.” she said, slowly slipping out of her
robes - leaving her standing before Harry in a set of dark red lingerie that
contrasted amazingly with her pale skin. “Shall we begin, then?”
“We shall.” Harry said.
Lily and Harry started towards each other simultaneously, and with the grace that
only two long time lovers could achieve, wrapped around each other. Harry was a
good few inches taller than Lily, and so as she pressed her thin body against his
muscled one, he was forced to dip his head down in order to capture her plump lips.
One of his hands rested on her round backside, the other sliding into her silky,
red hair.
God, this woman was amazing, Harry thought - basking in the warm glow of her
body, her flowery scent, the delicious taste of her lips as she returned the kiss
as eagerly as he was giving it. She hopped up - and on instinct, he held her up
with both of his hands on her asscheeks, her long and smooth legs locking closed
around his waist as they continued to kiss.
Although he didn’t like to disparage his mother like this, Harry knew that there
was only one combination of words in the English language to accurately describe
his mother. For all intents and purposes, Lily Potter was a MILF. With her soft,
pillowy breasts, wide hips, slim figure, beautiful smile - and the fact that she
was just awesome in general - she truly was the most amazing woman Harry had ever
met.
The things he had done with her. There was nothing quite like the feeling of her
warm and welcoming mouth, or the feel of his cock wedged in between her breasts, or
better yet, both at one time.
He pulled away from Lily, a smirk on his face. He could still hold her up with
one hand - and with his free one, he swiped his wand off of his nightstand. Harry
pointed it at Snape, and muttered, “Rennervate.” Snape began to stir at once, black
eyes slowly opening, and then widening - the Potions master struggling uselessly
against his bonds. His groans of anger and of desperation grew rather wary, so
Harry pointed his wand once again at Snape. “SIlencio!” Harry smirked at Snape,
Lily eagerly nipping at her son’s neck, leaving her own mark on his body in the
form of love bites - that he would eagerly return in time. “Enjoy the show… sir.”
Harry said mockingly, before capturing Lily’s lips once more in a deep kiss.
Harry set her down on the bed, mother and son still exchanging sloppy, open
mouthed kisses. While Lily’s arms were still, merely wrapped around Harry’s torso.
Harry’s however, were more than active - pawing at her bra-clad breasts, squeezing
them gently in his fingers and forcing Lily to moan into his mouth. They dipped
down, fingers tracing across her midriff, until they hooked in the waistband of her
panties.
The crotch of them were already soaked through with copious amounts of her
juices. Harry smirked. He loved how… naughty his mother could be. That even just a
little foreplay, and the thought of her son’s massive cock entering her could make
her so aroused. Not that he was any better - his member was harder than it had ever
been, leaving a shadow on the bed from simply how big it was.
He dragged her panties down, revealing her trimmed mound - only a small, landing
strip of red curls remaining. Her pink folds were positively weeping, puffy and
needy, practically begging for a nice, big cock to fill them and sate its ache.
Harry was of course more than willing to oblige.
After her panties were disposed of, Harry flinging them away without looking at
where they were going - the soaked, red garment hitting Snape’s chest and falling
into his lap - he went to her bra. With nimble fingers, he unhooked it, tossing it
behind him without ceremony and taking in the delightful sight of her breasts
finally freed, her perky nipples looking so beautiful that he had to restrain
himself from immediately throwing himself at them. No, he wanted to savor this -
sure, suckling at her tits like he had as an infant would be fun… but, he had
something much more appetizing in front of him. Namely, her wet, welcoming, and
sure to be incredibly tight pussy.
“Go ahead,” Lily murmured, her cheeks as red as her hair, her green eyes
captivating and filled with lust. “Put it inside of your Mummy, Harry.” she said.
“Make me whole again.”
Harry smirked. “With pleasure, Mum.” he said, gripping the base of his member,
lining it up with her sopping wet folds. Harry cast a glance over at Snape - who
was staring at them, the tape holding his eyes open, the bindings forcing him to
watch as the love of his life was about to be fucked by a cock that was at least
three times the size of his own.
His smirk grew ever wider. And then, with a soft pump of his hips, he slid inside
- Lily letting out a gasp, as her wet and welcoming walls were forced to stretch
beneath the swift advance of her son’s massive prick. Although James’ cock was only
a hair smaller than Harry’s, thirteen inches compared to his son’s fourteen inches,
two decades of no sex had left her as tight as a virgin - something that left Harry
moaning after only a moment of exposure.
“Fuck, Mum.” Harry mumbled, his green eyes staring into the pair that he had
inherited them from. “Your pussy is so… unbelievably tight.”
Lily grinned. “Only the best for my little Harry,” she said, giggling. Lily
wiggled her hips a little bit, loving that all-too-familiar sensation of being
full, of having more than a foot of cock stuffed inside of her hot snatch. There
was nothing else like it, nothing could compare to the sensation of having several
pounds of manmeat pressing against the entrance to your womb. Well… except for the
sensation of that same cock blowing a load inside of you.
Was it natural, the fact that she felt so eager about that particular prospect?
Seriously, it was all she could think about right now. That warm pulsing sensation…
James’ or in this case Harry’s soft moan as he came, spraying buckets full of hot
white cum deep into her, coating her insides with his seed, making her feel whole
once more.
Harry, it seemed, was a quick learner. Already, he was making the necessary
adjustments to his grip and motions - almost as if he were treating her like a
broomstick of sorts - in order to allow himself to be able to thrust faster,
harder, deeper into the hot and welcoming pussy of his MILF of a mother.
And she was of course more than eager to press him on. “Yes, Harry!” Lily cried,
Snape shuddering at the feel of her voice -so lustful and consumed by pleasure. It
was all he had ever wanted to hear… but not like this, not with Harry Potter doing
the pounding instead of him. “Fuck me harder, faster!” Lily moaned. “Keep pounding
me you stud!”
Harry grinned triumphantly as he continued to slam into her, his long, thick, and
meaty cock hitting places inside of her that had been left untouched for nearly two
decades. Her legs and arms were wrapped around him in a death grip, so tightly that
Harry wouldn't be able to pull away unless he really wanted to. If he wanted to -
which he didn't. No, for some strange reason, Harry was far more content to remain
balls deep inside of the hottest woman he had ever met, as her screams and moans of
ecstasy bounced off the walls of the room.
A thought occurred to Harry, as he continued to turn his proud and powerful
mother into a moaning and writhing slut with a few, powerful thrusts of his
majestic cock
Was he going to cum inside of her? Well, actually, that was a poor way of
phrasing that. Was he going to cum inside of her the first time around? He was
going to creampie her tonight, that much was assured. But… he kind of wanted to
save that pleasure for later.
But there were so many options to choose from! It was so, so difficult to choose
just one. A favorite of his was the all too classic facial - but, the sight of his
mother's red locks and lovely face plastered with a thick coating of his jizz was
one that he wanted to save just for himself, and of course his deceased father.
 But then, a solution. ‘Of course!’ Harry thought. It was so simple. Elegant,
really. And he could think of no better way to demonstrate the fact that he was the
alpha to the sniveling beta who was tied to the chair in front of the bed.
Of course there was still a ways to go. Harry was more than content to savour
this moment - to memorize the look of lust on his mother's flushed and sweaty face,
or the warm and wet feeling of her twat, which was rippling around him at what felt
like a hundred kilometers per hour.
Naturally, Lily came again and again, her moans growing hoarser and hoarser, her
back arching, fingernails leaving red trails down Harry’s neck as she clawed at him
in ecstasy. A Potter’s woman, after all, was always well taken care of when it came
to pleasure - and considering the fact that Harry was bigger than the average for
Potters (which was about a foot alone), let’s just say he managed to doll out
orgasm after orgasm as if they were hotcakes. If he nudged her G-spot, she would
cum like a train wreck. If he thrust inside of her in just that delicious angle,
slamming into her G-spot and cervix all at once, she would go catatonic for a good
twenty to thirty seconds, her body limp beneath him as Harry continued to thrust
into her.
How had she gone two decades without this? After Harry was born, it had been a
necessity; she and James were simply too tired at the end of the day to have sex.
But after You-Know-Who and James’ death… she had been starved. Of course later on
she had Harry… but blowjobs, being eaten out, facials, and cum shots were hardly
enough to make up for the lack of… to put it as bluntly as possible… having her
pussy stuffed hard and good on a regular basis.
God, she had missed this. So, so, so much. Being turned inside out by a massive
cock had quickly become her favorite pastime - and she knew that she was going to
adore clawing at Harry’s back as much as she had James’.
Harry was close, Lily realized. The signs, after all, were evident. His cock
began to throb and twitch inside of her, sending crackles of electricity up and
down her spine. His thrusts grew ever harder, faster, deeper; Harry burying all
fourteen inches of his monstorous cock inside of her again and again, without
mercy, without restraint, with only one thing on his mind: to fuck the redheaded
MILF he called his mother as hard as humanly possible.
Already, he had decided what he was going to do to her. Again - he was going to
save the big finale, the creampie, for later. And so, as he felt his sack contract,
his balls ready to deliver a massive load, he made sure to disable Lily first. With
a vicious thrust, he sent her body into spasms - her legs and arms slipping free
from around him, her arms going limp, her moans turning into animalistic growls of
pleasure and of ecstasy. Needless to say, Lily was unable to resist as Harry
pulled out of her. She let out a whine of pleasure, sounding almost like a child
being deprived of her favorite toy - but, a new light shone on her face as Harry
straddled her, her eyes gleaming as she realized his intentions. Obediently, she
opened her mouth as wide as it could go. Harry gripped her hair tightly with one
hand, and like a plug into a sink, he rammed his cock into her throat, not stopping
until his balls were resting against her chin.
And then, with a low roar, he came. Lily was unable to move - if she had even
wanted to - her body still limp, her snatch throbbing with the after effects of her
many orgasms. She felt his member expanded and throb inside of her mouth, and then,
with the power of a cast iron cannon, he exploded in her mouth. Massive, pint sized
shots of his hot white cum filled her mouth, shooting down her throat, Lily forced
to swallow again and again unless she wanted to drown beneath his torrential load.
Harry knew that having the honor of blasting his load down this hot MILF’s throat
was more than any man could hope for. But, above all else, he basked in the glory
that one of the men he hated most was forced to watch it.
For Snape couldn’t look away. He couldn’t close his eyes, turn his head, nor
could he cover his ears and block out the sounds. He had to watch, as Lily - the
love of his life - was turned into a mewling slut by her own son. He couldn’t look
away, as her piercing moans and screams filled the room. “Harder, faster, rougher!”
She seemed not to even notice him, or his struggles, his voice muffled by the
Silencing charm and the tape over his mouth. And, he was forced to watch as Harry
pulled out of Lily - her snatch turned into something resembling a yawning cave by
her son’s massive prick. He watched, as Harry stuffed his cock into Lily’s throat,
and forced his mother to drink every drop of his cum.
The worst part was how clear it was to Snape, that Lily fucking loved all of it.
She loved being treated so callously - fucked against the bed, turned into a whore,
forced to swallow his load. She had the brightest, shit eating grin on her face,
still looking so beautiful despite her sweat soaked body and her disheveled state.
She looked like an angel, Snape thought. An angel with over a foot of cock
stuffed into her mouth - who was drinking down her own son’s cum like it was a
bottle of champagne. So potent, and so large was Harry’s load that it even caused
Lily’s stomach to distend slightly, the pale skin stretching so that Snape could
see the ripples as extra waves of cum flowed into her belly.
Harry was finally spent, after at least a minute or two of constant orgasm. With
a fleshy, squelching sound, he unsheathed himself from Lily’s throat - a smirk
curling his lips as he watched her double over, cum and spittle spraying from her
lips, the busty redhead forced to pant as sweet air once more rushed to her lungs.
“Fuck, I love your cock.” Lily stated, grinning wildly. Was there any dignity
left in her, Harry wondered. Was there any dignity left in him? For even if she had
just swallowed her son’s load - he had been the one to deliver it.
Honestly, he couldn’t care less about ‘dignity’ or ‘social standards’. He loved
her. The things Lily Potter could make him do… it was a miracle he didn’t tie her
down, and use her body as he wished. Not that he would have to force her, all he’d
have to do is whip out his monstorous cock, and she’d be putty in his hands. Like a
true Potter’s woman, her one weakness was inevitably the foot of thick, hard cock
that regularly found its way into her mouth, pussy, or squished between her tits.
She would do anything for him.
And he would do anything for her.
Harry crawled onto the mattress, easing himself onto his back. He patted his
thigh. “Come on, Mum.” he said, Lily still dry heaving. “We want to make sure
Snivellus gets a good show, no?” He smirked cruelly, his green eyes traveling to
Snape’s struggling form for a moment, before returning to soak in the sight of his
mother’s delicious curves.
“Sorry honey,” Lily murmured, groaning as she moved her legs. “Mummy doesn’t have
the moves she used to.” She chuckled. “There’s a reason your father settled down
for me, after all. But… it seems I may have gotten a little… rusty, after all these
years.” Lily admitted, her face pensive.
Harry smiled. “Don’t worry, Mum.” he said, reaching forward and giving her
shoulder a calming rub. “We’ll have plenty of time to work on your skills… won’t
we?”
Lily threw her head back and laughed. “Are you kidding me, Harry?” she said,
grinning dumbly. “You just made me black out. Fuck, if I didn’t have to go out and
get some fresh air every now and then, I don’t think I’d mind staying in this house
and fucking you all day and night long.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” Harry said, grinning as well.
She took another moment to recuperate, and he allowed her without protest. It
wasn’t as if his erection was going down - not only were Potter men granted
extraordinarily sized cocks, but their stamina was something to boast about as
well. Despite having dumped at least a quart of jizz into Lily’s gullet, his cock
was still hard, pointing upwards like the glorious monster it was, slathered in her
juices and dripping globs of precum onto the sheets.
But, after a while, she recovered. In a way. Lily undoubtedly was still able to
feel his cum sloshing around inside of her belly - and her snatch still throbbed,
not with soreness, but with need. A nice warm load pumped into her throat was nice
and all, but her womb cried out for her son’s cum. She was glad that he was going
to let her take the reins this time around - because she downright refused to allow
him to unsheath once more until her womb was packed to the brim with his delicious,
hot, thick and white jizz.
Lily grinned. Of course, she still wanted to give Harry a bit of a choice. She
wasn’t heartless after all. “How do you want it, sweetie?” Lily said, reaching down
and giving his cock a few strokes, as if to ensure that it was at maximum possible
hardness before she took it once more. “Cowgirl, or reverse cowgirl?”
Harry had been more than educated on sexual positions by his eager mother. While
they had certainly practiced a few of them in earnest (sixty nine was a particular
favorite of theirs), they’d only assumed the positions for some of them, and hadn’t
gone any further. Reverse cowgirl was one of them - and Harry knew that the sight
of his mother’s round and plump ass bouncing up and down his cock was one he was
going to remember forever.
To him, the answer was obvious.
“Reverse cowgirl,” Harry said, a smirk on his face.
Like a cowgirl with her noble steed, Lily mounted him, swinging her long and
luscious legs on either side of him. She crouched just above him, stooping low
enough that the tip of his cock just pressed against the entrance to her sopping
wet folds, before stopping. She turned her head back, shooting him a timid grin,
fastening her hands onto his knees for leverage.
And then, with brute force and determination, she slammed all fourteen inches of
his cock inside of her.
The effect was immediate. The new angle, the new position, it sent Lily into
hysterics - her body wiggling from side to side on instinct, trying so desperately
to increase that incredible friction that was filling her warm and wet insides.
“YES!” she cried. “Fuck yes! I love your fucking big cock, Harry!” Lily said, her
eyes glazed with lust, her voice hoarse.
Without even an inch of hesitation, she began to bounce up and down on his cock,
her hips a blur as she stuffed over a foot of cock into her snatch again and again.
Harry, unable to help himself, thrust his hands forward - clamping them down on
either side of her hips. With their combined efforts, it was nearly impossible to
see her hips or his cock - for while one second only the tip of his cock would be
left inside of her, in the next millisecond he would be sheathed inside of her once
again.
Her moans, understandably, were loud and raucous. She didn’t care at this point -
and it would be a miracle if the neighbors didn’t hear them at this rate, with her
screaming - “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, HARDER!” - at regular intervals.
And Snape, of course, was afforded the best seat in order to watch the action,
aside from Harry himself of course. The greasy haired Potions master stared at Lily
- watching her chest heave, her lips part, her hair flail around. He watched as
Harry’s cock disappeared into her snatch again and again, every time coming out
slathered with yet another layer of her honey. If this was a porno, then he’d have
the best seat in the house. But this wasn’t a porno. This was his ultimate defeat -
to watch as the love of his life proved with every thrust of her hips, with every
piercing moan, how little he mattered in comparison to her well hung son.
Harry added a few slaps to her round and juicy ass, leaving red imprints of his
hand on the cheek. Lily cried out in pleasure and pain with every slap, her grin
wild, her body positively soaked with sweat as she continued to cram his cock into
her cunt again and again. She felt almost… drunk, on lust and on pleasure. Once
again, she was addicted to a Potter’s cock - and she loved it. The added motion
only intensified the feeling of his cum sloshing about in her belly… and she knew
that it was only a matter of time before she could feel his cum in other places as
well.
Luckily for her, she wasn’t forced to wait long. The visual alone drove Harry
wild - watching his mother’s ass bounce up and down on his cock was something he
could hardly describe. But her incredible tight and wet pussy, her loud moans… it
was too much.
He came with a mighty roar, Lily sinking herself down so that not an inch of his
cock was left unsheathed. It was like a geyser firing off inside of her - Harry so
deep inside of her snatch that every blast of his cum was shot directly into her
womb, his essence splattering against the back of the place that he had been born
from.
Two decades without being creampied had left Lily wanting - and Harry delivered
and more. Understandably, she… well, she passed out, her green eyes empty, her body
going limp. She wobbled slightly, before falling backwards, landing with a thud on
Harry’s muscled chest. His arms wrapped around her instinctively, Harry pressing a
kiss to her cheek.
Harry once again allowed his gaze to drift to Snape.
With a pop, he slid out of Lily - pulling her legs open, allowing the pathetic
weasel sitting in front of the bed to view what Harry had turned Lily’s pussy into
- a yawning, fist sized hole that continually drooled what seemed to be pints of
hot white cum.
“You see, Snape?” Harry said, his voice cold. “This is what a real man can do to
a woman. Did you really think you ever had a chance? Sorry - but there’s no chance
in hell that Mum would have ever gone after some pathetic coward with a three inch
cock.” He grinned cruelly. “I’d advise getting comfortable,” Harry said. “You
aren’t going anywhere soon - and I have a lot more dirty, depraved things planned
for Mum and I.”
He bent down, and captured his mother’s lips. Despite her near-coma state, she
returned the kiss, a sleepy smile on her face as she made out with the man she
loved.
Snape began to struggle, but it was useless. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t do
anything. He was forced to watch. Fifteen minutes later, Lily decided to introduce
Harry to the wonderful world of anal - and soon, her moans and gasps filled the
room.
Truly, Harry thought, it had been a good day.
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This is a sort of... sister story, to For Draco, I think. Same commissioner,
same general idea - just different universes. Still, I think it came out rather
well... and who's going to object to some sweet Dom! Harry? I'm not. Thanks for
reading guys, and if you liked it, be sure to leave a comment telling me what you
think.