Keeping it in the Family, Part 2

A/N: Here it is folks, the long awaited chapter. Don't worry, there will be more incestuous goodness next chapter!


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This had to have been the most wonderful event of his life so far, Harry thought. Being met by his real family as they unloaded onto King’s Cross was a strange but not unpleasant feeling. The Weasley’s were great, but they still weren’t his real family, so it wasn’t quite the same.

“Ready to go?” His mother’s comment brought him back to reality, and he cleared his head and blinked before looking her in the eye.

“Er…yeah. Let’s go.” With one last look and wave at Ginny and the Weasley’s, he grabbed Lily’s arm and she spun quickly on the spot, taking Harry and herself to Grimmauld Place.

When they appeared at the front step, Lily unlocked and opened the front door, letting Harry walk in first.

“Home sweet home,” she said. “It’s a bit changed since you last saw it, but…” she trailed off as Harry stopped in his tracks to gaze in shock around the room. Any remnants of Slytherin were gone, the drapes, carpet, walls and ceiling were all painted in a theme based on the Gryffindor common room.

There were many more candles, making the house much brighter, but the real surprise came when his mother clapped her hands and suddenly the entire room was lit up by electrical recessed lighting.

Harry looked at her in wonder. “How did you—“

“I talked Albus into adding a few muggle amenities to the house, to make it a little nicer. There was a bit of tricky spell work to get the lights to work, but we managed.”

Harry also noticed that there was not a speck of dust to be seen. When Lily saw him wipe a finger along a table, she said, “Dobby did a great deal to clean this place up. If it weren’t for him, none of this would have been possible by the time you got home.”

With that, Harry started his trek upstairs, finding his room, which was next door to his mother’s, in the master bedroom.

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The winter holidays started off very well, and Harry was happy to get meals made by his own mother, who doted and looked after him even more than Mrs. Weasley, which might have been a bit suffocating if not for the fact that he was so pleased to be around her all the time. He would also ask his mother things about her past, as he had been unable to do so up to this point.

A thing that shocked him, though, was the fact that even though she had a bathroom connected to her bedroom, she still used the one down the hall, and she was not very modest, as he would often catch her clad in only a towel walking back to her room, still dripping from the shower. Despite the fact that she was his mother, he would find himself staring at her as she did this, luckily without her noticing.

After going through this a few times, Harry could not take it anymore. When he saw his mother in her towel the next morning, his cock started hardening just thinking about what was underneath, and he made his way up to his room, swinging the door shut as he sit down on his bed, leaning up against the headboard. He pulled his cock out of his jeans and started to slowly stroke himself, wanting to take as much time as possible.

Five minutes later, Lily had finished folding the laundry (she found doing it by hand yielded better results) and was taking it to Harry’s room. When she opened the door, she saw Harry stroking his cock until he realized he had a visitor, and he covered himself up with the hem of his shirt, his member still evident underneath. Lily gasped and dropped the pile of clothes.

“Oh, Harry! I’m so sorry, I’ll—“

Recovering quickly, Harry interrupted her: “I-It’s okay. Really.”

At this pronouncement, time seemed to stand still, the air in the room crackling with tension.

Looking at him for a second, she seemed to calm down. Lily started toward him slowly, letting him know of her intentions. “Here, honey, let me help you with that,” she cooed sweetly. Harry stared at her in surprise as her hand grabbed his shirt and pushed it upward, exposing his now half-hard cock.

“My, you sure are a big boy now, aren’t you?” she asked with a smile. Her hand reached out and when she touched her grown son’s cock for the first time, she marveled at how soft, yet how hard he was.

Harry was in heaven watching his mother wrap her hand around his cock. When she started to stroke him, he let out a loud moan, reaching out a hand to wrap around hers, showing her how he liked it. When she got the rhythm down, he let go, letting her continue her work.

“Ohhh, God, mum, you’re so good at this,” Harry managed. All of his brain power was currently directed to feeling, and all he could feel were the points on his cock that were being touched by his mother’s gentle hands.

Suddenly, Lily could feel her son’s cock swelling, and, anticipating his orgasm, started stroking harder and faster, so that her hand was almost a blur as he came, his seed shooting up a few inched before plummeting back toward the ground, some landing on his stomach, some on his mother’s hand, and the rest on the bed and the ground. By now, Lily had slowed her strokes down, gently squeezing on the upstroke, attempting to empty Harry completely before she stopped.

When he finally stopped leaking his cum, she stood up, looking him in the eye as she licked his fluid off of her hand, remarking to herself how good he tasted. When her hand was clean, she walked to the door, giving Harry one last look before pulling out her wand and straightening his clean clothes before quickly leaving the room.

When she left, Harry lay back on the bed, softening cock still sticking out of his pants.

‘I can’t believe she just did that,’ he thought. ‘it’s all her fault, though. If she wasn’t only four years older than me, I wouldn’t have found her that attractive, would I?’

He lay there for many minutes more, pondering this question.


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Dinner that night was an awkward affair. They both kept conversation to a bare minimum, not wanting to accidentally bring up anything that could relate to that afternoons encounter.

Near the end of the meal, however, Harry couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mum, can I ask you a question?” Harry broke the silence with a quiet question.

“Of course, honey.” She looked at him with a questioning gaze.

“You—you masturbate, right?” he asked timidly.

A blush answered his question as well as any words could. “Since…since you saw me, I-I was wondering if I could watch you. You know, to be fair.” He ended his proposal with a big blush, overpowering his mother’s by a large factor.

She froze, staring at him as if considering what he had to say, until she set her fork down onto her plate and walked around the table to him, grabbing his hand in hers and leading him silently up to the master bedroom.

When inside, Lily closed the door out of habit and positioned Harry at the foot of her enormous four-poster bed. With that, she slowly disrobed, taking her time to slip her shirt above her head, revealing a white lace bra, the top of her breasts looking very inviting to Harry, who was already starting to get hard. Next came her pants, and she slipped them slowly down her legs, showing her panties underneath, which left little to the imagination.
With a small smile in Harry’s direction, she climbed into bed, lying with her head on her pillow, her legs open, allowing Harry a better view. She started rubbing her breasts through her bra, though she quickly grew aggravated with how much feeling they were keeping out, so she reached behind her to unsnap it, shrugging the straps off of her shoulders and flinging it to one corner of the room.

Harry watched as his mother exposed her breasts to him, and stared hungrily at them, his pants rapidly running out of room. He reached down and unfastened them before he slid them down, stepping out of them completely and rubbing himself through his boxers.

Lily had already continued without him, and Harry watched as every little movement moved her perky C-cup breasts around, her hands tweaking those hard nipples, causing her to moan with pleasure. Her first moan brought Harry out of his daze, and he looked to see a wet spot forming on her panties, growing larger by the second.

While Harry was admiring her wet pussy, Lily had taken one hand and was gliding it down her body, letting it come to rest on her panty-clad pussy. She let out a sigh as she rubbed the area; the feeling of silk rubbing on her most private place felt incredible. She soon drew her feet up to the rest of her body, her knees pointing to the ceiling. Her hand then snaked underneath her panties, and Harry got very excited as he saw the outline of her hand move in circles on her clit before it became more flat and he could tell that she had started sticking a finger or two into her wet hole. He watched as she started slowly rocking her hips in his direction, and even though her eyes were closed, he pretended it was him she wanted like that.

When Lily hit a particularly sensitive spot, her chest arched as she gave a loud, passionate “Ohh…yes!”

Harry, however, could take no more of this. He quickly stripped off his boxers and shirt, leaving him naked as he got on the bed, grabbing the back of her thighs and placing a kiss right over her pussy though her panties. Lily moaned as she felt her son’s lips, and she lifted her hips as she noticed his fingers loop around the sides of her panties, looking up as he pulled them gently down her legs, kissing them all the way down.

With that done, he tossed them over his shoulder and leaned back down, getting a good look at his mother’s dripping pussy before giving it a lick, earning a groan from her as she reached down to pull his head closer to her center.

With that bit of reassurance that she liked it, he began with kisses all around her pussy, getting her worked up enough to start bucking up into his mouth, begging him to go further. He complied, his tongue running along her lips before he pushed it into her tight hole.

“Oh, God, oh my God…Harry, don’t stop, Harry, eat your mother out, ohhh, it feels so good.” Lily exclaimed as she was caught unawares, her fingers grabbing at his hair and holding his head even closer. When he got to the point where he knew she was getting close, he stopped, much to her dismay, but then placed his teeth on her clit and bit down softly before quickly bringing it into his mouth and giving a hard suck, while his tongue brushed against it.

This sent his mother overboard as she bucked up into his mouth and let out a high pitched shriek of pleasure as her pussy contracted in orgasm, letting juices flow into Harry’s mouth.

When she had recovered, she sat up and leaned in toward him, causing him to sit back on his feet, his knees sticking out, his cock bobbing around freely.

“Time for me to repay you for that,” she said with a hungry look in her eye. Then, without warning, her hand grabbed for his cock and she lowered her mouth onto her son’s cock, her bright red/orange hair fanned out on his lap.

Harry groaned as he felt his mother’s hot mouth around his cock. The suction she was providing was driving him insane, and his fingers found her head, reaching for the base of her neck and sliding up into her hair, getting a good grip to hold her head in place as she continued to suckle him.

Her hand kept stroking as her mouth worked wonders on his swollen head, her tongue flicking all around it, giving it a tender suck with each pump of her fist.

Like before, she could feel that he was getting close as his cock started swelling in her mouth. With a deep groan, he exploded, thrusting upward and shooting his seed into his mother’s mouth. She felt it and would have smiled, had her lips not been wrapped tightly around him.

She gave a few more pumps and gentle sucks too make sure he had finished before she took her mouth away and swallowed.

She grabbed his hand and led him to the head of the bed, throwing the covers aside and climbing inside, waiting for Harry to do the same before she covered up their cooling naked bodies.

They lay facing each other, their bodies inches apart. Looking deeply into his mother’s eyes, he slowly raised one hand to rest on her hips, slowly moving it in circles. His other hand reached up to cup her breast, and as he started to slowly knead it, she gave a lazy smile in return, spurring him on to run his thumb over her nipple, causing her to shudder and moan with pleasure.

Without a second thought, Lily leaned her head in to press her lips against Harry’s, their kisses tender until Harry ran his tongue along her lip, asking for admission. She complied, their tongues soon caressing each other in her mouth.

Soon, Harry could take no more and started to kiss her jaw, moving up to her ear, nipping at the lobe before kissing lightly just underneath it, then running his tongue down her neck to suck on the bottom, where it met her shoulder.

Lily was in heaven. Getting her body worshiped by her son was something she never would have dreamed of taking part in, but here she was, and she wasn’t complaining. When she felt his cock rub up against her thigh, she took the opportunity to rock her hips forward, causing it to slide along her wet pussy lips.

Harry froze at the feeling, unsure of what to do. Lily answered the question for him, grabbing him at the waist and rolling him so that he was laying on top of her, the head of his cock now positioned right in front of her entrance.

“Are you sure?” he asked in a quiet voice. A smile and a nod was all he needed. He grabbed the back of her knees with his palms and pushed them back toward her chest, giving him a better view, and, he knew, allowing for deeper, more pleasurable penetration. He took his cock in one hand and watched as he placed the head against her lips, pushing in very slowly, wanting to feel everything as he encased himself in the tight wet heat that was his mother.

When he was almost to the end, Lily gave a moan, ending quickly in a gasp as he suddenly went farther than she’d ever felt before. When he hit her cervix, she gave a whimper in pleasure, grabbing his hips as he finally stilled, allowing his mother to stretch around him. When she was ready, he began slowly pumping in and out of her, enjoying the little yips she made when he plunged all the way in, his balls slapping against her ass, making a delicious noise.

Lily soon found that she wasn’t enjoying laying there doing nothing. Wanting to reciprocate her son’s actions, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as she started bucking her hips into him, meeting his thrusts halfway.

With this additional help, Harry sped up, the sound of his cock pounding his mother’s soaking pussy spurring him on.

To Lily, the image she was beholding was so incredible as to cause her to orgasm much quicker than she was used to. Knowing just what to say to get him going, she fixed him with a wicked grin.

“Come on Harry, fuck me—Oh God!—I know you like this, fucking your mother, your cock is so hard. I want you to cum in me. I want to feel it shoot—oh…—out.”

With her last bit of energy, she reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pulling her head next to his ear. With a sexy whisper, she said, “Make me pregnant, Harry,” and with the completion of that immensely hot thought, her whole world ended as she came. White lights exploded behind her eyes as she felt her body seize up, and she gave a little high-pitched “Oh!” of wonder before her pussy started it’s contractions around her son’s cock.

Harry, who had heard her comment as if she’d shouted it, gave one last thrust before his eyes clamped shut and he released into his mother, his seed filling her womb as his balls emptied themselves as fast as his muscles could clench.

When Lily felt the last drops enter her, she relaxed her entire body, pulling Harry down with her, rolling him over so that they were in the same position they had been in at the start. This time, however, they were joined at the crotch, their sweating bodies pressed tight against each other as they fell asleep.

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