A Craving

Harry crept through the dark, silent house. He was on a mission. His dad was gone for the night, Auror business, and wouldn't be back until the next morning. Harry smirked silently, but grimaced when the craving surged. He had to find her soon.

He silently opened her door and sneaked into her room. There she was, lying on the bed, half-covered by the sheets, pale, milky breasts exposed to the moonlight. His eyes lit up in anticipation and a shiver flew down his spine as he took out the two pairs of magic-enhanced handcuffs that he'd stolen from his dad long ago.

He tip-toed to the side of her bed, the physical aspects of his excitement clearly seen through his boxers. Gently, ever so gently, he pulled her arm back and locked it to the bed post with two quick clicks. He padded to the other side and quickly locked her other arm to the bed post.

Harry was shivering now, twitching in nervousness and lust. Finally, he thought, finally, I can give into my urges. Finally, she will see that she has no control over me, and, in fact, I have all the control over her. She. Will. Be. MINE! He chuckled quietly as he climbed onto the bed beside her and swung a leg over her, straddling her hips, and sat down.

She groaned as she tried to shift, but was unable to. Groggily, she opened her eyes. She looked at Harry without really seeing him, but her eyes widened and she gasped in surprise as she recognized him. Frantic, she tried to cover herself up, but her surprise quickly turned to horror as she realized she was hand cuffed to the posts. “Harry? W-what are you doing? Let me up,” she said, wincing when she realized how scared she sounded. This was her son. She had raised him, he wouldn't really do something like this, would he?

“Ah, mother. I'm afraid I can't do this. Not until your beautiful tits,” here me massages her pale breasts softly, “are absolutely covered in my cum, and your holes are just gushing with my seed.” He leans over and kisses her on the lips. “But don't worry. It won't hurt me a bit.”

Harry stood up on the bed and quickly pulled off his boxers, his cock springing out of his confines, and kicked the sheet off her legs. Lily, realizing that her legs weren't tied down, kicked up, trying to unbalance him. Harry caught them and held them up, keeping her from getting the leverage needed to kick again. He knelt down and pushed her legs until her feet were by her ears, and lined up his cock with her pussy. “This is going to be better than I'd imagined.”

“Please, Harry, don't do this. You haven't done anything wrong, yet. Please don't! I won't say anything to anyone, I promise. I'll even swear an oath, just don't...please..don't!” she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Harry stopped, the head of penis just touching her folds. “But...This is something I have to do, Mum. It's...I don't know how to explain, it's like a craving. Have you ever craved something so bad, that it physically hurt? That it huts so much as to bring you to the brink of insanity? I have, Mum, and it's affecting me right now. It just hurts so much that I can't think of anything but covering you in my cum.”

“But, b-baby, we can get you some help! It doesn't have to be like this. I don't know what you're going through, but if you stop and release me, we can sit down and talk about this. Your father doesn't have to know, I swear! Just don't do something you're going to regret!” she cried as she twisted and tugged at the cuffs.

Harry's face twisted in rage. “Release you? Never! This was all some trick, wasn't it! No, I'm going to do what I came here to do, and you're not going to stop me!” He checked to see if he was still aligned with her pussy, and in one great push, buried himself to the hilt. Lily screamed in pain as she was roughly violated. Her walls stretched and tore as Harry's larger-than-James' cock entered her.

Harry's vision swam in pleasure as he savagely pumped himself into her womb, her velvety walls massaging his pole. He continued stroking into her until he felt his balls tighten up. He thrust hard twice and emptied his load deep into her womb.

Lily was sobbing now. That's all she could do. Her voice was raw from screaming and she didn't have the energy to fight anymore. All she could do was turn her head to the side and cry, silently, as her only son ravished her body. She felt him pull out of her pussy, and prayed to go that that was the last of it. But her prayers were not answered as she felt him push up against her anus. Lily's eyes widened as her body got a surge of energy and she renewed her fighting. She swung her hips from side to side, trying to get him to miss. She tried to bring her legs down, as they were still by her ears--

SMACK!

--tried being the keyword. She felt her ass cheek sting from the force of the blow, and she cried as she stopped her fighting, correctly realizing that it would be futile.

Harry chuckled. “You won't be able to get away. Your hand cuffed to the bed without the key. You have absolutely not talent in wandless magic, but even if you, they are magic suppressant cuffs, so you couldn't get out of them even if you were as powerful as Dumbledore. You're helpless.”

“Why are you doing this?” Lily sobbed out.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Because of the craving, you dumb bitch. We already went over this. Now shut up.” Harry thrust his dick into her ass, reveling in the tightness, grimacing at the pain, and sighing at the pleasure. Lily screamed her throat bloody at the violent penetration, feeling the tears in her anus even more painfully then the ones in her pussy.

Harry rocked his hips gently to get used to the feeling, but quickly started pumping harder and faster. Soon he was pulling all the way out and ramming himself all the way back in. Lily screamed with each movement. Not to long after, Harry felt his balls tighten up again. He pulled himself out of her ass, groaning as the cold air hit his cock, and spewed all over her already creamy white breasts.

He let go of her legs, and felt them fall to the sides of him. He pushed one cum-covered tit up to her mouth and said, “Lick it.” She stubbornly shook her head. He sighed and reached down and flicked her clit, which had traitorously woken up, hard. Lily screamed.

Harry once again pushed up her tit and said, “Lick.” This time, she reached her tongue out tentatively and licked the cum off her breast. “Good,” he said, and with a wave of his hand, the rest floated up and formed a ball in the air. A twitch of his finger sent the ball into her mouth, where she struggled to spit it out. “Swallow!” She did.

“Excellent. Now if you would just repeat after me, I'll unlock you, clean you up and we'll forget this ever happened. Okay?” Weakly, she nodded. “Okay. 'I, Lily Potter, do hereby swear on my magic to never repeat what happened here, or give any clues or messages that would allow another person or creature, alive or dead, to know or guess what happened here. So mote it be!' Repeat that and all is practically forgotten.” Harry smiled at her when she glowered, but she repeated it exactly, already looking for a loophole that didn't exist. “Now swear to not cause me harm, permanent or temporary.” When she did so, he took the cuffs off her, cleaned her up, and put her under a sleeping charm. Then, he picked up his boxers and made his way back to his room.

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The next morning, Harry went down stairs to see his mother in the kitchen making breakfast and his dad at the table reading the Daily Profit and sipping on his coffee.

He smiled as he walked by his mum, kissed her on the cheek and said, “Morning Mum!” and walked to the table. His smile turned into a smirk when he saw her freeze up. Control is good. He thought as he poured himself a glass of orange juice. Very good indeed.

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