Keeping it in the Family, Part 2

Knock, knock.

“Harry, could you answer the door please?” Lily called from her study.

“Sure, mum,” Harry answered from the couch in the sitting room. He pushed himself to his feet, disengaging himself from his comic book.

When he opened the front door, he was surprised to see an old man with long white hair and a long beard, clothed in a dark blue robe.

“Hello, Harry,” Albus Dumbledore remarked over the top of his half-moon glasses.

“Oh! Hello professor, why don’t you come inside?”

“I admit that was my intention,” He replied with a smile. Harry saw the twinkle in his eyes as he held the door open. Dumbledore stepped past him into the room, remarking on how nice it looked since he’d last been there.

“Yeah, Dobby really outdid himself,” Harry said.

All of a sudden, they both heard footsteps approaching. “I thought I heard your voice, Albus. What’s wrong?”

“Ah, Lily, why must you assume that I am the bearer of bad news?” he asked with faked disdain in his voice.

“Well,” she replied, “It’s just not like you go around visiting people when things are going fine.”

At this comment, he beamed widely. “Usually you would be correct, but the reason of my visit this time involves very good news.” Giving that a moment to sink in, he added: “But there is an inherent bad part.”

“What is it professor?” Harry asked, eager to hear what this incredibly good news was.

“We have found a way to get your mother back to her own time.”

Stunned silence met this pronouncement, and for a second Lily and Harry looked at Dumbledore in shock before turning to look at each other.

Surprising even himself, he strode over to his mother and enveloped her into a hug, not letting go for at least 30 seconds while she hugged him back.

When they separated, Lily turned back to Dumbledore, tears glistening in her eyes. “How long do I have?” she asked, as if she were just diagnosed with a deadly disease.

Looking a little graver at the expressions on their faces, he replied, “About one or two weeks. We still have to fine-tune the spell work. Our discovery did not yield all the necessary information at once.”

When no one said anything, he continued. “I suggest you get all your affairs in order before it is time to send you back. We want to limit the amount of damage you do to the timeline.” He paused for a few seconds, thinking. “I think that’s all, so I’ll be going now. Hogwarts is a challenging place to manage, even in the summer.”

Mother and son said goodbye as Dumbledore left, apperating back to Hogwarts. Harry looked at Lily with a smile.

“You heard him, mum. You need to get your affairs in order.” He pounced on her, attacking her with his mouth. She gave a shriek of surprise as the back of her legs hit the arm of the couch and she fell onto it, where Harry started helping her with her affairs.

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That night, they both lay in bed, looking at each other silently, and enjoying it, knowing that they didn’t have much time left together.

“I want to have another baby,” Lily broke the silence with a profound statement.

Needless to say, Harry was surprised. His face was a mask of confusion when he said, “another...oh, right. Besides me.” he ended with a smile. “Are you sure?” he asked, reaching out a hand to rub her stomach gently.

“Of course,” she answered. Leaning forward, she brought his lips against hers, pushing even more and ending up on top of her son, straddling him. She rubbed her bare pussy against his stomach, feeling Harry groan into her mouth as he became aware of what she was doing. When she slid back a little farther, she felt his hardening cock against her ass. Pausing in their foreplay, Lily reached out to her nightstand for her wand, flicking it at her abdomen.

“Was that-?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Lily interrupted, meaning the anti-pregnancy charm, which she had just removed. Leaning down to continue the kisses, Lily reached behind her and grabbed her son’s cock, positioning it at her entrance. She raised her hips to get a better angle, and moved downward a fraction of an inch before they stopped kissing and looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Harry’s widened when she kept going downward, his cock slipping into his mother’s now-unprotected pussy. Suddenly, she slammed all the way down, encasing him within her. With a groan, he reached to grab her hips, helping her as she started pumping up and down on his cock now slick with her juices.

“Oh, God, sweetie…your cock…ohhhh…YES!” Lily muttered as he penetrated her even deeper. Realizing she was getting tired awfully fast, she grabbed her son’s right hand and guided it to her left breast, leaving one to cup her ass. He pinched her nipple as if in agreement of her idea and began to massage her breast before leaning up as much as he could and taking the other one in his mouth, his lips and tongue tracing over her luscious curves. Lily let out a loud moan when he sucked on her nipple, which triggered her orgasm. She felt it rip through her body, originating from her pussy and quickly spreading out to every hidden pore. It quickly ended up back in her pussy, and she started clenching tightly around her son, taking Harry by surprise, his cock thrusting up into her as she tightened around him for the first time. By the third thrust, he couldn’t take it anymore, releasing his seed into his mother’s pussy. With the thought that those sperm might create a new life inside of her, he moaned, feeling even more escape him as he did so. When he emptied himself completely, he wrapped his hands around her and pulled her to him, holding her close as they recovered from their respective orgasms.


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A week later found Lily Potter at St. Mungo’s. Sitting up on a bed in a room to herself, she was wearing only a hospital gown and her underwear. A quiet knock on the door was followed by said door opening, a middle-aged witch stepping into the room.

“Hello, Mrs. Potter, what seems to be the problem?” she asked.

“I think I’m pregnant,” Lily said, without shame. In fact, there was the faintest bit of a smile on her lips, which seemed odd to the Healer, who was used to seeing crying teens with angry fathers and concerned mothers.

Lily was almost certain what the answer would be. She had woken up the previous two mornings, rushing to the bathroom to kneel in front of the toilet, her stomach emptying itself. She had not wanted to let Harry know, fearing he would try to baby her (no pun intended). She’d done this before with him; she knew what was going to happen.

When the nurse finished her wand waving and diagnostics, she looked at Lily and smiled.
“Well, dear, it appears you were right. You’re pregnant. With a baby girl, I might add.”

“Really?” she asked, rhetorically, “that’s wonderful! Thank you so much.”

With a quick “Have a nice day”, the Healer left, and Lily put her clothes back on, walking outside before apperating back home. She had some good news for her son.


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It turned out that it took longer to relay this bit of information than Lily had originally thought. Two nights later, she still hadn’t told Harry, and she figured now was as good as any.

They were sitting in the tub in the master bedroom, planning on soaking themselves in bubbles until they shriveled up. Surprisingly, nothing had happened yet (sexually) besides minor petting.

“Harry, there’s something I have to tell you,” Lily started, pulling away from a kiss.

“Wha--?” he was about to ask, but she put a finger to his lips to quiet him.

When she got his attention again, she blurted it out: “I’m pregnant.” For some reason, doing it in front of Harry seemed harder than doing it in front of the Healer. Maybe it was because he was the father, or maybe because he was also her son, which may have seemed wrong to anyone else, but to them it was perfectly right.

Whatever the reason, she blushed after her quick outburst, slightly lowering her head in embarrassment.

“Really?” Harry breathed, with a surprised look. He took her face in her hands and directed her gaze at him, and when she looked in his eyes all she saw was love and tenderness and excitement. Suddenly this view was gone as his lips descended on hers, his eyes closing at their contact. When he wrapped his arms around her back, she fell into the embrace, kissing him back. Lily’s thoughts began to jumble together with the shock of feeling that was going through her body. Her hands had a mind of their own, and she was surprised to discover that one had wrapped around Harry’s hard member, while his hand was cupping one of her breasts. She couldn’t tell which, but she knew there was a large amount of pleasure originating at her chest, but her lust-addled mind couldn’t seem to distinguish left from right.

All of a sudden, she pulled away, remembering that she had more to say.

“Harry…wait—Harry,” she urged, prying him off her neck. His hurt look of confusion made her sad for a moment, until she remembered how much he’d like the rest of the information.

“It’s a girl.” And all of a sudden he was attacking her neck again, and she gasped as one of his hands reached down to brush the flushed folds of her pussy. He was whispering dirty things in her ear, which she quickly tried to override.

“You know what this means, right?” she said a little louder than usual, to get his attention. She paused for a couple seconds to let the enormity of her statement to sink in. “You can fuck her, too.”

She knew her words had registered when Harry’s ministrations paused. Then, when it seemed he finally comprehended what she said, his hands quickly wrapped around her waist and lifted her up as well as their slippery bodies would allow. He half-carried her to his lap, where he held her above him, his cock just out of reach of her opening. She let out a surprised shriek as he did so, causing him to smirk playfully.

“Let me down!” she said, trying to be stern, but failing miserably.

“And why should I do that?”

“Because I said so! Honestly! If you let me slip, so help me, I’ll—“

“And why should I do that?” he repeated, the why punctuated by lowering her just enough to feel his cock brush against her inner thigh.

She paused at the feeling his cock instilled in her. “Please…” she nearly whimpered. “I just want to fuck you.” She ended in a whisper.

As soon as the last word left her mouth, Harry smiled and lined her up quickly with his cock, letting go of her, making her fall into his lap, his cock plunging into her tight passage with a wet slap, causing them to both shout in pleasure.

Harry relaxed his hips, allowing the lower half of their bodies to sink back into the bubbles. Lily started moving up and down on his member, her ass not quite breaking the surface, ensuring that no water was spilled over the side.

The heat she was feeling from their union almost made the water feel cold in comparison, which she immediately fixed by adding much more hot water. Finally, completely surrounded and filled with warmth, she leaned forward to once again capture her son in a kiss as she leisurely moved up and down on his lap.

The subdued sound of their flesh slapping together was overpowered by mother and son’s heavy breathing and moaning as they pleasured each other in such a personal way. Harry reached one hand up to knead his mother’s breasts, causing her to tilt her head back in pleasure, kissing more of her exposed neck and feeling the vibrations of her vocal chords as she moaned.

Any more of this and Harry knew he was going to cum too quickly. Putting his mouth where his hand was, he bit and suckled her nipple while both of his hands returned to her hips. He started helping her pump, also giving himself enough leverage to thrust back upward, enabling them to come together more forcefully.

Suddenly, Harry felt his mother freeze in his arms, giving a shout of pleasure before he felt her tighten her pussy sporadically around him in orgasm. In surprise, he thrust one more time and held his cock deep as it could go, trusting in his mother to help him cum.

Sure enough, after two more compressions, he came, releasing huge spurts of semen into his mother’s womb, which was even now carrying their child. With a moan of his own, he held her tight, waiting for the tidal wave of feeling to pass. When it did, they relaxed once more, allowing the hot water to cleanse their sweaty bodies.

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A/N: Wow, it's been way too long since the last update. Sorry about that. Stressful school stuff. Now, though, most of it's out of the way, so I'll hopefully update faster. This one was sitting around half-done for about a month.