A Loving Son???
A Loving Son???
A Loving Son???
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any money from this story.
Warning: If you don’t like the summary or the warnings already then you really shouldn’t be here. Nuff said.
Harry Potter stepped through the door of his large but modest home with a spring in his step.
The case he had been working on at the Auror office had finally been solved and since he was the boss he had the luxury of giving himself the rest of the day off.
Knowing that Ginny and the kids would be out shopping for school supplies for the soon to be school year, Harry kicked off his shoes and made his way to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich.
After whipping together a simple salad sandwich he sat down at the table and flicked through the mornings Prophet.
He then heard a door upstairs open and close.
“That’s odd.” He muttered. “One of the kids must have stayed home.”
He got his answer about ten seconds later when his 14 year old son, Albus Severus came bounding into the kitchen…
Wearing a pink satin camisole and matching panties.
Simultaneous shouts were then heard.
“ALBUS!”
“DAD!”
Father and… well, son, stared at each other across the room. Both stunned and not wanting to make the first move.
The silence began to get to Albus and the poor teen couldn’t take it any longer. His secret being revealed, in front of his famous dad no less, left the lithe boy shattered and he began sobbing.
Before Harry could say anything, Albus turned around and bolted for the door. Seconds later Harry heard a door slam shut upstairs.
Minutes passed as Harry, who was still in a stupor, decided to get up and go speak to his son.
It was as he was standing though that he felt his pants being a little tight and he was shocked to look down and see that he had a massive erection.
“What the hell.” He mumbled. “What brought this on?” He mind then sent him a slow motion replay of Albus running out the door. His pert little butt, jiggling with each step in his bright pink panties.
Harry’s memory was so strong that it only took one last look at Albus’ arse ducking around the corner that he blew his load into his pants.
After he had come down from his high and feeling disgusted with himself he quickly waved his wand and cleaned himself up and went over the sink to take a long drink of water.
Having calmed down he turned once again to the door and brought forth all his Gryffindor courage. Knowing that he couldn’t ignore what he just saw he began his trek up the stairs towards his son and his secrets.