At thirty-eight, Lily Potter knew her body intimately. Widowhood had not dulled its hunger. It had elevated it. Her body had known sex, had learned what it liked, and it still remembered. She still needed release. She still reached between her legs at night with practiced fingers. Masturbation had become a quiet routine, something she did it not do out of novelty or indulgence, but because it calmed her nerves and cleared her head. It was the only reliable way she could satisfy herself without guilt or shame.
And tonight, the need pressed in heavier than usual.
There had been a time, not so long ago, when her fireplace chimed every week with invitations. She received letters from colleagues, admirers, former classmates, and well-connected purebloods. She was still beautiful, still radiant in her widowhood, and she held a rare kind of prestige. The most famous Muggleborn of her generation, the mother of the Boy Who Lived.
But that status came at a price. If anyone caught even a whisper of what truly stirred inside her, of what passed through her mind when the house was quiet and her fingers slipped beneath her knickers, this narrow-minded, tradition-choked society would see her ruined.
The press would hound her to the edge of the continent. And even if she fled to America, to hide behind the neutrality of MACUSA's borders, her name would follow. So she kept her secrets buried and her desire fed in private.
Tonight, she was alone, and the house was still. Only the fire crackled in the hearth, its soft pops and hisses casting shifting orange light across the sitting room walls. The clock in the hallway ticked faintly, steady and unobtrusive. Lily moved through the silence with bare feet, her robe slipping loosely around her shoulders. The silk clung slightly to her skin, warmed by the fire and the flush already creeping over her chest.
She paused near the armchair and tugged the belt of the robe free.
It parted easily.
She let it slide down her arms, pooling at her feet. Her skin was pale but warm with color. Her tits were still perky, tipped with dark pink nipples that tightened quickly in the cool air. Her stomach was soft but toned, her waist gently curved, her hips wide. Between her legs, her red hair was trimmed close, the same deep auburn as the waves that now tumbled around her shoulders. Her lower lips were already swollen with anticipation, slick with need, and shimmered faintly in the firelight.
She let out a soft, private sound. Not quite a sigh, not quite a yawn. Just breath catching behind parted lips.
"Mmnh…" The moan slipped from her without thought, low and rough. Her thighs relaxed wider, her body falling into instinct before her mind caught up.
She sank into the armchair and leaned back, letting herself spread across the cushions. One leg draped over the left arm of the chair, the other over the right.
Her cunt was exposed now, open and flushed, the folds darkened and wet. She had been wet for a while already. She had felt it while pouring her evening tea. Her thoughts had drifted early.
She reached for her wand and settled it against her thigh, feeling the familiar weight.
Her eyes turned to the PlayWiz magazine in her lap.
Last week's centerfold was one she had returned to several times. The boy stretched across the velvet chaise, looked young but not innocent. Dark hair, smooth chest, lean arms. One hand tucked behind his head, the other wrapped around a thick cock, already slick at the tip. The shaft twitched in his grip as he stroked, slow and deliberate. He stared straight ahead with a look that invited her to keep watching.
Her stomach tightened.
"Lumos Oscillare," she murmured, tapping her wand twice against the cushion beside her.
The tip glowed faintly, then began to hum.
She brought it between her thighs and touched the carved end to her clit.
The first contact sent a jolt through her core.
"Oh..." Her breath hitched. Her hips rolled forward reflexively. "Morgana…"
The vibration was gentle at first, almost teasing. She adjusted the angle, pressing it a little more firmly against her clit, and let the tension ripple up through her abdomen. Her lips parted. A low, shaky moan escaped her.
She slid the wand slowly downward, dragging it along her soaked folds. Her cunt glistened, flushed and wet, and the subtle pulse of magic drew a gasp from her throat. She tilted her hips and let the tip nudge just inside.
Her body clenched around it.
She moaned again, louder this time.
Her free hand cupped her breast, fingers curling around the weight of it. She kneaded gently, thumb brushing over her nipple until it stood hard. The ache was spreading now, radiating from her core to her chest, her thighs, her breath. She rocked against the wand in slow circles, grinding her clit against the buzzing tip.
The boy in the photograph continued stroking himself, precum dripping from the head of his cock. His lazy grin hadn't changed. She imagined him watching her, mouth slightly open, balls tightening beneath his hand as he took in every motion of her body.
Her breath came faster.
She pushed the wand deeper into her cunt, easing it in inch by inch. Her walls pulsed, slick and eager. The wet sound of her arousal filled the room now, soft and obscene, unmistakably real.
She whimpered, rolling her hips slowly, finding a rhythm.
"Bloody hell…" Her voice was breathless, barely audible.
Her fingers found her clit again, circling fast, slick with her own wetness. The pleasure was sharp now, urgent. Her thighs trembled. Her toes curled against the arm of the chair. She was close, riding the edge without shame or restraint.
Her moans spilled freely into the quiet room.
Something shifted faintly in the house, a creak of the floorboards, maybe, but she was too close to care. The tension inside her snapped tight.
"I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her voice cracking with urgency.
Her back arched. Legs trembled. The orgasm tore through her, squirting hard and fast, soaking the cushion beneath her thighs. Her wand buzzed inside her, drawing out every last pulse. Just as the wave peaked, something caught her attention.
A flicker of movement in the corner of her eye.
She turned toward the hallway.
Harry was standing still, completely exposed, cock in his hand, stroking it slowly.
Her heart punched her ribs. Time fractured. That was her son. Her Harry. She should have screamed, covered herself, and run. Shame hit her first, hard and fast. Then confusion, and something hotter beneath it. She couldn't move. Her body wouldn't let her. Her orgasm hadn't even finished.
She kept coming. Her cunt clenched, squirting again as if her body hadn't realized they were no longer alone. The wand hummed inside her, and her hips jerked helplessly. Her eyes dropped to his cock. She couldn't help it as she stared incestuously.
It was massive.
The thick head pushed past his closed fist. It looked like the kind of cock that made witches weak in the knees just imagining the stretch. Her lips parted as she stared. Her son. Her Harry. And he had a cock like that.
Time seemed to freeze around her.
She stared with wide eyes, unable to look away. Her mind struggled to process it. The size. The way it twitched in his grip. The way he was watching her. The truth hit her in a wave.
He had caught her.
Her wand was still buzzing inside her, buried to the hilt in her soaking cunt. The pages of PlayWiz were open across her lap, damp from where she'd squirted. She had been moaning, arching, and fucking herself in full view of the hallway.
And he had seen all of it.
She hadn't noticed him arrive, but he had clearly been standing there for some time. His cock was fully hard, and he hadn't stopped stroking it. Not until their eyes met.
He had watched her cum. And he was still hard.
The sight of his cock, thick and flushed in his hand, looked like it could explode at any second. He wasn't ashamed. He liked what he saw. His hand kept moving, slow and steady, as if watching her made everything else disappear.
Then their eyes met.
He froze.
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Then he jolted, like he'd just realized she was looking back. He let go of his cock and stepped backward in a panic.
As he turned, she caught a final, unfiltered glimpse. His cock swung violently, smacking against his thighs with heavy, wet slaps that echoed in the silence Then he backed into the hallway, and the door clicked shut behind him.
Lily sat still. Her body was trembling. Her legs remained parted, her cunt leaking onto the cushion beneath her. The wand hummed weakly inside her, forgotten now, and her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths.
Her cunt clenched involuntarily. The vibration, once perfect, now made her twitch. Too much. Overstimulated. Her hand shook as she finally pulled it free.
She stared at the empty doorway.
Harry had seen everything.
He had watched her moan. He had seen her squirt. He had seen her ride her wand like a woman possessed.
And he had been stroking his cock the entire time.
She took a long breath, reached between her legs, and pulled the wand free. Her thighs were slick. The scent of sex clung to the air around her. She wiped herself with the edge of the robe, then gathered the open PlayWiz and slid it under the cushion.
The fire still crackled. The house was still quiet.
She stood up, shaky but composed. Her dressing gown was loose around her shoulders. She tied it closed with trembling fingers. She couldn't leave it like this.
Lily stepped quietly into the hallway, the silk of her robe brushing against her calves. Her heart hadn't slowed. Her body still felt warm, flushed beneath the thin layer of fabric. The hallway was dim, lit only by the dying glow of the sitting room fire behind her.
Harry's bedroom door was closed.
She reached for the handle and turned it.
It didn't budge as it was locked.
Her breath caught for a moment. She hesitated, hand still on the knob. Her thoughts were racing. What was she even planning to say?
Still, her wand was already in her other hand. She lifted it and whispered, "Alohomora."
The soft click of the lock giving way was almost too loud in the stillness of the house. She pushed the door open.
She barely stepped inside before the shock hit her.
Harry was on the bed, naked, legs spread, his entire body tensed with release. His head was tilted back, eyes clenched shut, his chest rising fast with each breath. His hand was wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking the final, desperate strokes.
And then he came.
A thick spurt of cum shot upward in a sudden arc.
It struck her across the face before she had time to move.
The first splash hit her lips. Hot, wet, and unmistakably thick potent seed.
The second caught her cheek and part of her hairline.
A third landed across the curve of her neck and trailed downward onto the front of her robe.
Her mouth opened in stunned silence. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected to be hit with the raw, physical truth of his arousal. He hadn't seen her yet. He was still in the final pulses of orgasm, still stroking through the aftershocks, groaning softly into the air.
She stood frozen in the doorway, face wet with his cum, the warmth of it sinking into her skin, sticky and clinging.
She didn't breathe for a second.
His cock was still twitching in his hand. Her face was streaked with his release. A single strand clung to the edge of her lip.
She could taste him immediately. Her lips tingled. Her tongue pressed against the inside of her teeth, twitching to lick the corner of her mouth. She clenched her jaw. She almost did it.
But her wand was already rising in her hand.
'Scourgify,' she whispered.
The charm cleared her skin of his cum in an instant, vanishing the heat, the wetness, the texture she hadn't quite let herself register.
Her lips felt bare without it.
She hadn't wanted to clean herself so quickly. Some part of her had wanted to feel it a little longer. But she had to keep control.
He groaned one last time, and as his eyes opened, he saw her and froze, hand still wrapped around his twitching cock.
He froze for only a second before his whole body jolted. His eyes went wide, and he fumbled for the blanket beside him. He yanked it over his lap, but the cum still glistened across his stomach, and his chest heaved as if the shame had struck deeper than the orgasm.
She stepped forward, slowly. Her gaze dropped briefly to the blanket. The outline underneath was impossible to miss. It was a thick, long, straining hard beneath the fabric. He tried to shift, tried to angle his hips to hide it, but it was too late.
Her legs moved before her mind could catch up. One step, then another, slow and unsteady, until her shins brushed the edge of the bed. She didn't remember deciding to approach him. She only knew that leaving wasn't an option. Not now. Not with the air still thick with the scent of him, with the image of his climax seared behind her eyes. She sank down without thought, the robe brushing against her skin as she settled beside him.
The silk shifted when she crossed her legs. A pale strip of thigh emerged from the parted folds of her dressing gown, gleaming faintly in the dim light. She didn't bother to adjust it. Her chest felt tight. Her mouth was dry. Her hand twitched slightly on her lap, but her knees were trembling from thinking about...
Harry sat still, almost too still. His fists were curled into the blanket. His chest moved in short, shallow breaths. His face was flushed. His eyes stayed fixed on a point just beyond his knees, like he couldn't bear to look at her, or couldn't trust what would happen if he did.
Beneath the blanket, the shape of his cock hadn't softened. He was still hard. Long and thick beneath the covers, the bulge was prominent and obvious.
"I'm sorry you saw that," Lily said softly. Her voice felt strange in her own ears, like it was coming from somewhere outside her body. "I didn't mean for you to see me like that… but looking at you now, I can't deny you're truly my son."
His eyes jerked upward. He stared at her, startled. "W-what?"
She gave a faint smile, gaze warm but teasing. "Curious, quiet, and a little too good at sneaking around."
Harry blinked. His mouth opened, but no words came out. The flush on his cheeks deepened visibly. His shoulders remained stiff, caught between wanting to bolt and being too stunned to move.
"I thought I should leave," he said quietly, voice hoarse. "But I couldn't. I didn't want to."
Her eyes dropped to the blanket again. His erection was still clear, pulsing beneath the fabric. Her stomach fluttered with warmth, her thighs tightening with heat.
"You didn't look upset," she said. "You were watching for a while, weren't you?"
He hesitated. Then nodded once, slowly. "I tried to look away," he said. "But I couldn't. You were... you looked so..."
She reached out and touched his hand. Her fingers rested lightly against his, a gentle pressure that made him flinch at first. But he didn't pull away. His skin was warm. She could feel the tremor running through him.
"You liked it," she said, her voice low and steady. "Didn't you?"
His breath caught. His eyes met hers for a fleeting second, filled with shame and something far deeper. He gave the smallest nod.
That was enough.
The heat between her legs bloomed again, slow and urgent. Her pussy was wet. Not just damp. Wet. Her body pulsed with arousal, warm and needy. Her robe had slipped further open around her lap. She didn't fix it. The thought of him watching her, getting hard because of her, had left her fantasizing already.
"I'm still a woman, Harry," she whispered. "I have needs too. Just like you."
He stared at her. His lips parted slightly. He looked stunned, but not afraid. His eyes dropped for a second to her robe, then snapped back up to her face.
"There's nothing wrong with watching," she said. "Not if it made you feel good."
"I didn't want to ruin anything," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you... you were beautiful."
Her heart thudded. She leaned closer, her hand curling around his, squeezing gently.
"I love touching myself," she said. "Probably more than I should."
Her gaze moved down again to the bulge. It twitched visibly beneath the blanket. Her hand pressed a little more firmly against his. She could feel his hot pulse under her palm.
"And right now… Mommy really wants to see that big, beautiful cock of yours."
He looked at her and gave a shaky smile, his shoulders lifting in an uncertain shrug.
"If… you want to, Mum," he said, the words trembling out of him.
Lily didn't hesitate. She reached down and took hold of the edge of the blanket. Slowly, she peeled it away from his body. His chest was bare, his stomach rising and falling with fast, shallow breaths.
As she pulled it lower, her breath caught.
His cock sprang into view, tall and flushed, veins thick and pulsing along the shaft. It stood straight up from his lap like it was reaching for her. The head glistened with a bead of pre-cum, glossy and wet. Her eyes widened. Her lips parted with a soft gasp; she didn't try to hide.
She couldn't look away.
Her heart pounded as heat rushed through her again. Her pussy clenched involuntarily. She had just come not long ago, but the sight of him like this, aroused and vulnerable, lit her back up.
He was massive, the kind of cock that reshaped a woman's cunt forever.
"Merlin, Harry," she whispered. "You're… enormous."
He shifted slightly on the bed, still hard, still exposed. He didn't speak. He just looked at her, flushed and breathing hard, waiting.
She moved without thinking. Sliding off the edge of the bed, she knelt beside it, leaning her upper body over the mattress. Her hand lifted, hovering for just a moment before she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock.
He groaned deep in his chest as she touched his cock.
Her grip was slow and gentle at first, her fingers curling around the warm, throbbing shaft. She stroked once, then again, her eyes fixed on him the entire time. Compared to James, this was unreal. Her late husband had been modest size. Harry… Harry was hung like a creature out of myth. Nine inches at least. Thick enough, her hand barely closed around him.
Maybe that was why purebloods whispered about bloodlines.
"Oh, sweetheart," she said quietly, running her hand along the length, savoring the weight of it. "You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."
His hips twitched under her touch. She glanced up. His head was tilted back slightly, his eyes closed, his mouth parted.
"Bloody hell, Mum," he gasped. "That feels so good."
Her heart skipped. She gave him another slow stroke, then another. Her hand glided over his skin, slick now with pre-cum. She was hypnotized by it.
"Do you like it when Mommy touches you?" she whispered.
He didn't speak. He only nodded and let out a long, aching moan.
She kept stroking him. Her wrist moved steadily, rhythm building, her thumb sweeping over the head each time she reached the top. His cock flexed in her hand, thick and hot and so hard it seemed almost to pulse with its own heartbeat.
She couldn't stop.
After minutes of slow, loving strokes, she sat up and loosened the tie of her dressing gown. It parted easily, falling open around her body. She didn't bother hiding anything. Her breasts, still flushed from earlier, were visible now, nipples taut. Her thighs were slick again.
"Why don't we play together?" she asked softly. "Would you like to touch me while I stroke you, baby?"
His eyes opened wide and shining. He tried to sit up. She gently pushed him back down.
"Just relax."
She stood, let her robe fall to the floor, then climbed onto the bed, positioning herself carefully. Her knees settled beside his head, her pussy that birthed him fully exposed to him, once again. Her face hovered near his cock, and she wrapped her hand around him again, stroking as she leaned in.
Harry didn't speak. He just stared. His eyes locked on her pussy as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Slowly, trembling, he reached up and touched her.
The first brush of his fingers made her gasp. Her body shivered as his hand explored, hesitant but eager. When he found her clit and pressed gently, her hips jolted forward.
"Oh, yes, baby," she breathed. "Touch Mommy's pussy… just like that."
Lily's hand continued to stroke him, fingers gliding with practiced rhythm. Her own body trembled above his, her thighs slick with arousal, breath catching every time his fingers brushed over her clit.
She was so wet she could hear it.
When Harry's lips parted and he whispered, "I want to taste you," she felt something snap.
Her hips stilled, hovering.
She looked down at him, eyes wide with heat. His voice had been raw but beneath it was naivety.
"You do?" she asked, breathless.
Harry nodded. "Please, mum."
Her heart thudded. Slowly, she shifted forward on her knees, lifting herself just enough to give him room. His eyes stayed locked on her cunt, pupils blown wide. He leaned up, tentative, and pressed a kiss to her folds. It was awkward, but the moment his tongue slid between them, her whole body responded. She let out a gasp, her thighs trembling around his head.
"That's it," she whispered, voice already shaking. "Just like that. Taste Mommy's pussy."
He moaned against her. His hands gripped her hips for balance, and he licked again, slower this time, savoring her. He explored her, uncertain but desperate to learn. Each pass of his tongue grew more confident. When he found her clit and gave it a gentle suck, her entire body jolted forward with a strangled cry.
Lily's grip on his cock tightened. She was shaking. Her lips parted around the head, warm breath spilling across his skin. Then, slowly, she took him into her mouth.
Harry choked on a moan. His mouth faltered for a second, his tongue dragging clumsily as her lips slid down around him.
"Fuck," he breathed, voice muffled against her.
Lily moaned in return, the sound deep in her throat. She bobbed her head once, then again, her tongue swirling around the shaft. His cock twitched in her mouth, already thick, already pulsing. She pushed deeper, gagged once, and swallowed through it. The taste of his hot, slightly salty cock filled her senses.
Harry's tongue returned to her with more urgency. He licked her in long, steady strokes, mouth open, lips gliding over her soaked folds. Her wetness dripped down his chin.
Her mouth dropped lower still, her nose brushing his skin as she forced him into her throat.
He tensed beneath her, gasping. "I…I'm gonna…"
She didn't stop.
She took him deeper, swallowing around him. His whole body shuddered. He whimpered, hands clutching her thighs as he came hard, cock pulsing deep in her throat.
Lily moaned as he filled her mouth. She swallowed instinctively, not spilling a drop, her lips wrapped tight around him until the last spasm passed.
Only then did she lift her head, slowly, breath catching, tongue flicking over the corners of her mouth. Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
"You taste so good, baby."
Harry lay flat, dazed and flushed, lips slick with her arousal. His eyes were glassy, overwhelmed.
But she wasn't done.
"I can't wait anymore," she said.
She lifted her hips from his mouth and slid back down his body. His cock twitched, still hard, glistening with spit and cum and her own wetness. She didn't hesitate. She reached between them, guided him to her entrance, and pressed down.
The head slipped inside her.
She gasped. "Oh, Morgana… Harry…"
Lily's cunt swallowed him fully, her thighs trembling as she ground down against his hips, her breath caught in her throat. Finally the his cock stretched her pussy, the thick fullness of her own son inside her. It was everything she hadn't let herself crave, everything she'd buried under years of silence and restraint.
"Oh… yes," she gasped, eyes fluttering shut. "That's it, baby. Mommy's pussy missed this so much…"
She rolled her hips again, slow and deep, the slick squelch of her soaked folds wrapping around his cock. Harry moaned beneath her, hands clutching at her waist, helpless to do anything but feel.
"You're so hard," she panted, looking down at him. Her hair hung wild around her flushed face, sweat clinging to her temples. "Too big for me…"
Harry tried to speak, but all that came out was a choked sound as she rocked faster, riding him like she had been starving for this, like nothing else in her life had ever filled her the way he was filling her now.
Her rhythm became wildly desperate. The bed creaked beneath them, the air thick with sex and sweat and the lewd slaps of skin meeting skin. She didn't care how obscene it was. Didn't care how loud her moans were. She needed cock, it didn't matter if it was his son's. She needed every bit of pleasure he could give her.
"It's been years," she gasped, rocking harder. "Years since anyone's made me feel like this… stuffed me full and made me moan like a bloody fool…"
Harry whimpered. His fingers dug into her thighs. His face was flushed, slick with her arousal, his mouth still parted from earlier. He was drowning in her.
"I can't mum… I'm gonna—"
"Cum inside," she said, the words laced with heat and need. "Do it. Fill Mommy's pussy to the brim…"
He cried out, bucking up into her as he came hard, cock pulsing deep inside her. She gasped as she felt it flood her, spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum pouring into her womb. The sensation was unbearable. Her cunt clenched around him greedily, milking every drop.
But she didn't stop.
Even as his orgasm shook through him, even as he trembled and sagged beneath her, she kept moving. Slow, deliberate strokes, up and down, working his cock softened inside her cunt. She could feel the mess building inside her. Every grind of her hips made her moan again, more of his cum swirling inside her.
Her stomach tightened.
She leaned back, one hand braced behind her on his thigh as she rode him in slow, dragging motions, her face twisted in pleasure. A low groan spilled from her lips.
"Oh my god…" she whispered. "You filled me so deeply. I can feel it…"
Her lower belly began to swell subtly, the pressure of his seed pushing against her from the inside. It made her shudder. The fullness in her womb, the violation of the taboos, pushed her closer.
Her thighs were soaked. Her pussy squelched with every motion, slick with his cum and her own release. She arched her back and rode him faster, her breasts bouncing, hair sticking to her cheeks, body trembling with need.
Then she rose.
She lifted herself slowly, her cunt dragging up along his shaft. She stopped with just the head still inside, holding herself there, hovering.
A thick stream of cum spilled out of her, trailing down over his cock, dripping onto his balls and the sheets below.
The sensation broke her.
She cried out and came again, body locking up, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched around the head of his cock, still leaking, still stretched wide. Her orgasm tore through her, messy and unstoppable.
She collapsed forward, sinking down on top of him, her breath ragged, her body soaked.
And still, cum leaked out of her in slow, warm pulses, dripping steadily as she lay on his chest, twitching with the aftershocks.
She looked down at the mess with a soft smile.
"We're disgusting," she murmured fondly, brushing a damp curl from her face.
Harry's eyes followed her, wide and still glassy. He looked up at her as if he didn't know whether to laugh or beg for another round.
But then he murmured, voice hoarse and shaky, "You love it."
She arched an eyebrow.
"You didn't stop me," he added, his hand sliding up her thigh. "You rode me."
"You need a bath," she said, reaching for her dressing gown and sliding it over her flushed body. "And I need to clean up too before I start dinner."
She tied the sash loosely and turned back toward him.
"But not at the same time," she added, her tone half stern, half teasing. "If we're in there together, we'll end up shagging again before the tub's even full."
Harry blinked, then gave a weak laugh. "If that's how we waste water, I don't mind running the tap all night..."
It faded quickly as she crossed the room and leaned back over him. Her voice dropped low. "I mean it, love. You need to let your balls recover. Tonight, I'm going to teach you how to truly satisfy a witch."
His breath caught. "I thought I just did."
She gave a low chuckle and grazed his ear with her lips.
"You've left me soaked," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "But I'm still not done with you."
She drew back just enough to look him in the eyes.
"You've left Hogwarts behind, Harry. You're not a boy anymore. You're a Potter, and with that name comes a duty. To carry the bloodline forward. And that starts tonight."
He swallowed hard. "So I'm supposed to start breeding witches now?" he said quietly, voice caught between awe and disbelief.
She reached down and ran her fingers lightly over his stomach, smearing a trail of sweat.
"You need to be shagging witches you care about. Filling them properly. Making them carry your seed until they start popping out new wizards."
His voice dropped. "And you're first in line."
She didn't correct him.
Her words hung in the air, charged and final.
"I was two months pregnant when I married your father," she said, voice steady. "We were nineteen. He knew what he wanted."
Harry sat up slightly, eyes fixed on her. "And you think I don't?"
She stood, adjusting her robe, then walked to the door. Her thighs still shone with the evidence of him, a line of cum slipping down her inner leg as she moved.
She paused in the doorway and glanced back. "Go take your bath. I'll have meat and potatoes ready in an hour."
He sat up slowly, still watching her.
"You're serious about all of this?" he asked, his voice quiet but sure.
"Oh," she added over her shoulder, her voice casual but knowing. "And if you end up touching yourself in there… save it."
She gave him a look. "I want every drop in me tonight."
Harry let out a long breath. "Then I'll make sure there's plenty."
Then she turned the corner and left him alone with his heartbeat thudding in his ears.
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Author's Note: This is a full rewrite of the series. The main theme will stay taboo, with Harry's cock impaling multiple pussies. Lily, Ginny, Alice, Molly, Petunia, and Emma Granger. I already have outlines for where it's heading, but I'm open to feedback and new names as long as they fit the theme.
Chapter Two is already live, with another eager redhead ready to drain Harry dry. You can read it early there. P*treon.c*m/Omninymph.
I'd love your feedback on this chapter, and any ideas for future chapters. If you suggest something, make sure it keeps with the taboo theme and do mention the kinks that suit those characters.