Harry Potter woke up to feel lips pressing gently to his. His eyes fluttered open and met his mother's bright green eyes.
She was laying atop him, her voluptuous body astride his hips, knees pressed down on either side of his waist, and her large rack mashed against his chest. Harry lifted his hands, cupped his mother's round ass with both hands, and kissed her full on the mouth.
It was so refreshing to be able to truly admit his feelings, that he loved his mother like a son might, but he also loved her in a much deeper, more intimate way.
"Baby…" Lily mewled against his mouth, and she broke free, breathing hard, but her full lips curved into a warm smile, "Happy Birthday."
"Thank you, Mum." Harry beamed, and pulled Lily tighter against him, reveling in the feel of her large tits in just their bra mashing up against his bare chest. Her ass, covered only by some lacy panties, was his to explore, and he was deeply in love with his mother.
"I love you." Harry groaned, and neither Potter was under any illusions about what kind of love Harry was expressing.
———
After a lot of groping and kissing and cuddling, Harry and Lily finally made it out of bed, and the two went to the living room. Lily had a satin gown tied loosely over her lingerie-clad body, and Harry had simply pulled on a shirt, keeping on the mesh shorts he wore to bed.
Lily started making breakfast while Harry sat at the kitchen table, idly scanning the newspaper. The front page headline leaped out at him.
MASS MURDERER PETER PETTIGREW ESCAPES AZKABAN
"Mum!" Harry gasped, and Lily looked up.
"What is it, love?" she asked worriedly.
"Pettigrew. He broke out." Harry said in astonishment. Lily looked suddenly guilty.
"Mum?" Harry asked, beginning to realize where she had been going these last few days, and why there'd been so many visitors… they were implementing security.
After all, Peter Pettigrew had doomed James Potter… one could expect he'd want Harry and Lily gone, too.
"I didn't want you to find out until after your birthday. You're meant to be celebrating, not worrying about him attacking or plotting to attack him." Lily said apologetically.
"You shouldn't have hidden things from me." Harry said firmly.
"You're not angry, are you?" Lily fretted.
"I kind of am." Harry said, shaking his head, "Why didn't you just tell the truth?"
"I just wanted you to be able to enjoy your birthday. It brings up enough bad memories and grief as it is." Lily apologized. She abandoned breakfast and hurried over to him, looking uncertain.
Harry looked at his beautiful mother, at the terrible fear in her eyes, that her secrets had ruined his fourteenth birthday.
"Thank you, for trying to protect me. But I'm not a little boy anymore, Mum. I've survived Voldemort three times now. I'm fourteen now, and I want you to stop treating me like someone who you need to protect." Harry said, rising to his feet and walking up to his mother, cupping her cheek, "I'm a man now, mum."
Lily felt an indescribable attraction to Harry right now, and she looped her arms around his neck.
"Yes, you're a man now. And I'm your woman. Your love." Lily spoke softly, each word arousing them both, but Lily had two more words to say.
"Your wife."
Harry grabbed the sash of her robe and yanked it.
———
Harry staggered back into his bedroom, Lily's legs wrapped around his waist, his hand running through her mane of red hair while his other held her up by the ass.
They fell back onto the bed, kissing feverishly as Harry's hands wrapped around Lily and found her bra strap. He unhooked it, and tossed the offending article aside. Harry took a long pause to revere in his mother's naked breasts, then dived in to start sucking, kissing, and nibbling them.
Lily's loud, enthusiastic moans filled the room, and they only spurred Harry on. Lily's hands found the waistline of Harry's shorts and slipped inside. Harry groaned against Lily's tit when his mother's hand wrapped around his cock. It leaped in her hand, and she started rubbing his cock.
The feeling of his mother jerking him off was insane, and Harry quickly yanked his shorts and underwear down, giving Lily easier access to his cock.
"If you're… unh… my wife now… does this make this our wedding night?" Harry grunted. Lily purred happily at that thought.
"Wedding morning." she corrected, and leaned down to put her mouth on Harry's tip. Harry groaned as her tongue swirled around the purplish tip, then she slowly took a little more into her mouth, then a little more. It became very apparent that Lily Potter was an expert at blowjobs, and the slowness was for effect, not out of necessity.
Every movement of her tongue seemed perfectly planned, and the gentle slurping sound she made was oddly arousing.
"Fuck, Mum." Harry growled.
"You can call me Lily." Lily mumbled around her son's cock.
"No, I prefer to call you Mum… maybe I'll call you Lily sometimes, though." Harry said, and a little shiver ran down her spine at being addressed as 'Lily' by her son in such a possessive manner.
Harry's hand found the back of her head as Lily bobbed up and down his length, and he encouraged her to go deeper. For a boy of just barely fourteen, his cock was exceptional, bigger than some grown men.
Lily loved her son's cock, loved how it throbbed in her throat, and she especially loved the passionate way his hands roamed her body.
Nobody had ever made her feel sexier than Harry, and that only made her love him more.
Harry grabbed a fistful of his mum's red hair, and pulled her off his dick.
"What's wrong?" Lily asked.
"I'm about to cum." Harry groaned.
"You should just cum down Mummy's throat." Lily pleaded.
"There's somewhere else I'd rather cum." Harry smirked, and Lily's first wild thought was that he wanted to cum in her pussy, but then he started splattering his seed all over her tits, looking triumphant.
"Holy shit. You came loads." Lily murmured. A very proud Harry beamed.
"Now, I think it's time the birthday boy celebrate the day of his birth by popping back into my pussy for a visit." Lily said, spreading her legs invitingly. Harry grinned, and pulled her panties down her long, smooth legs.
Harry leaned in and kissed the inside of Lily's thighs, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure, and then he climbed up onto the bed, lining up his cock with her glistening entrance. Harry was struck by just how slutty his mother looked right now, stark naked, panting, legs spread, pussy wet, and eyes needy.
Harry obliged his mother's wants, and slid inside her waiting hot sheath. Lily gasped in pleasure and Harry grunted. Unable to help himself, Harry placed his hands on her thighs, and slid all the way inside, until he bottomed out.
Lily squirmed a little, trying to get used to his dick inside her. She could understand why poor Ginny had gone half mad with ecstasy now. Harry's cock filling a woman up was euphoric for said woman.
Harry started actually fucking his mom, and he loved how vocal she was. Not a quiet fuck, his mother was.
"Oh, yes! Unh… fuck your mother! Fuck her horny pussy!" Lily begged.
"Trust me…" Harry growled, "I don't plan on stopping."
True to his word, Harry kept ploughing his mother's pussy, putting more and more force into his thrusts.
"Baby…" Lily gasped, "This feels incredible."
"I know." Harry grunted in agreement, enjoying very much the benefits of witch biology, and how tight his mother remained even after her pregnancy with him.
She was so fucking hot. Harry's hands clung to her best assets, her tits and her ass, and her strikingly pretty face was contorted with pleasure. Lily was biting her lip, her eyes kept rolling back, and sweat glistened all over her curvy body.
"I'm not going to last much longer." Harry warned.
"Me either." Lily confessed readily, "Don't try and drag it out. I want it, baby. I want your seed inside me."
Harry nodded, and him and Lily clung to each other as Harry stopped fighting off his impending explosion. He let spurts of fertile seed shoot up his mother's waiting womb, and she had her own ecstatic orgasm, writhing and shaking atop his dick, her juices flowing freely and her mind exploding with the same euphoria Harry felt.
Harry fell atop her, and they kissed gently, his cock still buried inside her pussy. Her legs wrapped around him, and both Potters were silent for several minutes.
"Hell of a way to start off a new chapter in our relationship." Harry panted.
"Mhm. I'm beyond glad to be your Mrs. Potter, if you're going to fuck me like that on the regular." Lily enthused.
"And you're not… you're not guilty about that?" Harry asked nervously, not wanting to ruin the moment, but needing the answer.
"Because of your father? No. It's been fourteen years, my love. I'll always miss him and love him, but I've moved on. I don't know when exactly, but at some point, I stopped mourning the man I didn't have… and started falling for the man I did." Lily murmured, looking tenderly at Harry.
"I'd happily marry you today." Harry said, smiling.
"It would be a hell of a birthday gift." Lily agreed, "But no. For now, I'm happy enough just to be your wife in name. The legality of it can come later, or never. But from today onwards, I am Mrs. Harry Potter."
Harry's heart skipped a beat at those words, and he pulled her in for a sizzling kiss.
"I love you… Lily." Harry murmured.
Lily Potter felt warmth rush through her at the sound of her real name being used by her son.
"I love you too, Harry." Lily smiled, and the 'newlyweds' kissed hotly.
———
Downstairs, Konrad the house elf had a big frown on his face as he scraped badly burnt eggs out of a pan.
In their haste to fuck each other, neither of his superiors had bothered to turn off the oven.