Path to Pleasure

Chapter 17. Path to Pleasure

Harry stepped into his mum's classroom, still confused about the strange formal letter.

What education did he lack? Was she mad that he hadn't signed up for Muggle Studies? But that didn't make any sense. It had been more than a year since then, and not once did she complain about his decision to skip her subject.

It must be something else, then. Something he couldn't guess.

"Mister Evans, glad to have you." His mum smiled politely from the desk, pushing the stacks of papers to one side.

He blinked at that. Mr. Evans? Again with this shit? And why was she wearing thin, square-rimmed spectacles? She didn't have any eyesight problems just half an hour ago. Was it for fashion?

Coming to a halt before her desk, he regarded her quizzically. As usual, her blood-red hair was scraped up in a tight bun at the back of her head. And her crimson robes were still the only thing making her muggle outfit look wizard-ish. It wasn't tied—just like always—parting in the middle and revealing her white shirt and blue form-fitting jeans.

She seemed normal if you ignored the new glasses and her overly formal tone.

"What are you trying to do, mum?" He asked, crossing his arms, exasperation clear in his voice.

Her eyes narrowed behind the glasses. "You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm not your mother. I am Lilium Evans. Do not insinuate that a beautiful young woman like me can have a fourteen-year-old kid."

…

"What?"

She gestured to him to take a seat. "I might look and sound like your mother, but I am not your mother. I am Lilium Evans, a professor at Hogwarts. The similarity between me and your mum is just a pure coincidence."

"What?"

"Are you dumb? Or do you not speak English?" She replied, cold and scathing.

"I repeat, what are you trying to do, mum?"

She pinched the bridge of her nose and shot him a murderous glare. "This is your last warning, Mister Evans. If you persist in calling me 'mum', I'll refuse Lily's request. I have better things to do than tolerate stubborn teenagers."

Plopping down in the chair she had pointed to, he leaned on the backrest. "Fine, I'll play, Miss Evans. Tell me, what was my mum's request?"

Her lips curved up in a small, triumphant smile. "Good. Now, let me introduce myself properly. I am Lilium Evans, your professor of sex education. Usually, I don't give personal lessons to anyone, but since your mum is my best friend, I allowed you to be an exception."

…

"Mum, are you really roleplaying as a hot professor?"

Her smile vanished. "Did you call me 'mum' again?"

"Uhm, slip of tongue, professor. I'm sorry." He immediately apologised, grasping where this was heading and not wanting to mess up this golden chance if it was really what he was thinking.

She nodded stiffly. "You're forgiven this time. But please address me as 'professor' for the entire lesson."

"Of course, professor. But I'm confused about why my mum would arrange this class for me. I already know about sex. Perhaps this is meant to be a practical lesson?" He smiled suggestively.

"You're actually correct," she answered with a professional smile. "Tonight, we will learn more about sex. The dos and the don'ts. The appropriate and the inappropriate. Various methods to attain pleasure. My plan is to make you a knowledgeable man by the morning."

He sucked in a sharp breath, getting his confirmation. "Oh? I must say I'm eager for this lesson."

"Of course, you are." She smirked, getting up and moving towards her room, discarding her crimson robes on the desk. "Follow me, Mister Evans."

The sashaying of her generous hips led him to the familiar room where he often spent his nights. The light green walls looked darker in the dim lighting, and her red canopied bed was going to be the centrepiece of this roleplay.

She pressed a switch on the wall, and light washed over the room. Turning around, she offered him a small smile and undid the top three buttons of her white shirt, her breasts expanding just a little from the tight confines, revealing more than a hint of cleavage. "So, tell me, Harry—may I call you Harry?"

"Of course, professor."

"Tell me, Harry. Do you have any experience with the opposite sex?"

Harry scratched his chin, recalling all his daring antics. "Well, mum allows me to play with her body. So I've touched her everywhere. Even there through the underwear. Though she does prevent me from directly touching it."

Lilium deadpanned at him. "I know. She has told me about this particular habit of yours."

"Does she hate it? I will stop if she does. I don't want to make her uncomfortable, you know; I love her too much to do that," he said with passion, hiding an amused grin at the way she tried to remain in character, not rushing towards him for a hug like she obviously wanted to.

She cleared her throat, acting as if she wasn't giddy from his frank confession. "I'm sure she loves you more than you can imagine. And if your touching really bothered her, she'd have asked you to stop by now."

"Does that mean she loves my inappropriate touches?"

"I wouldn't go that far. She is in conundrum. She must be confused, not knowing how to handle her own son's sexual interest in her? Anyways, let's stop digressing and come back to my original question," she explained in a clinical manner, refraining from becoming Lily.

"As I just said, I do have experience with the opposite sex." He moved past her and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Groping your mum's bits doesn't count." She perched beside him, leaving some space between them, her eyes gleaming with humour.

"I've been fooling around with my sister too. I hope that counts. Don't tell my mum though. She gets territorial sometimes."

…

"What the hell? Are you sleeping with Susan?" Lily growled and grabbed him by the shoulders, her cute nose flaring in anger.

Harry chuckled at the easy win. There goes Professor Lilium, and here comes his mum. That was the way he preferred it. That was the way he would always prefer it.

"Don't laugh!"

"Sorry, mum. It was hilarious. And no, Susan and I haven't had sex yet."

She heaved a disappointed sigh and dropped her hands from his shoulders, pulling away. "You knew I was going to break character if you revealed that, didn't you?"

"Yep. While Professor Lilium is sexy, I'll always choose you for my first time. No one can measure up to you, after all." He smiled, scooting closer, plucking her glasses and flinging them away, allowing her pretty emerald eyes to shine unimpeded.

His gaze darted between her eyes and her red lips as his nostrils filled with the scent of rosemary.

She suddenly pressed her palm on his face and pushed him away. "First time? Nope, nope, nope. I'm not sleeping with you. I'm your mother. Only if you hadn't ruined this, you'd have been able to fuck Lilium. But just like always, you had to be a smart-arse. Lily Evans is not going to have sex with Harry Evans."

"That's stupid," he argued back, grabbing her hand and shoving it off his forehead. "There's no reason for us to not have sex. We both like each other, don't we?"

"Harry, it will change everything between us." She leaned over, caressing his face, her tone dead serious. "I know you want to sleep with me. And I'm not totally opposed to the idea. But this single step will invite irrevocable change. Do you want to risk it all just for sex?"

"Isn't it fine? Our relationship has already changed. I already touch you whenever I want. I already masturbate with you in my mind. And you already put on a show for me in showers. Has that caused any problems? No, it hasn't. I love you just as much as I did last year. And I'll love you just as much forever. Don't overthink it; just do what you want." He groaned, flopping back on the bed, mentally going through half a dozen arguments that should convince her to say yes.

A minute passed by as they silently stared at each other.

"What about Susan?" She asked in a tiny voice, glowering and shushing him when his lips stretched into a victorious grin.

"We are just exploring. We are not boyfriend-girlfriend," he answered, sitting up and rocking back and forth on his knees, feeling too eager to lay still.

"Then why do you need me? You have Susan."

Harry shot her a look that screamed she was hopelessly dumb. "It's not about need. It's about want. And I so fucking want to have sex with you. Put yourself in my shoes, would you not want to bang the hottest chick on the planet?"

She puffed her chest at his words. "You're right. I would want to fuck myself too."

"Don't make it weird, mum." He shook his head, though the image of two mums going at each other was certainly enticing enough.

"You are admitting that you want to bonk me, your own mum. I think you're weirder between us two." She stuck out her tongue, forgetting that she was supposed to be the mature one.

Instead of continuing the banter, Harry leaned forward, gulping down his nervousness, trying not to tremble from excitement.

She smiled softly at his jitteriness and tilted her head in acceptance.

Soft and warm was his first kiss with his mum. Even though his heart dropped into his stomach and rolled this way and that like a grenade, the explosion that followed was the most peaceful thing ever.

His skin prickled, his eyes shut close, his fingers dug into the bedsheets at his sides, and his mouth watered. But the kiss remained gentle and yet overwhelming somehow. As their lips moved in a slow duet, her hands came up to cup his cheeks. A new grenade thundered in his belly as her wet lips pried his mouth open and teased it with a tongue.

He'd have gasped and jumped away if she wasn't holding his face. But since he was a sailless boat attached to a giant ship, he allowed her to tow him.

He moaned when she pushed him down on his back and climbed on top of him. Her large, round breasts brushed against his chest. His tongue tasted strawberry from her lip gloss. Her weight became a warm, comforting blanket to him, and his body burned wherever her flesh melded against his.

His arms crawled up her back, and he held onto her.

The tender kiss eventually became an intense snog, and Harry realised how inexperienced he was. This one kiss easily topped all the kisses he had shared with Susan. It was just... best.

Sooner than he would've liked, she broke the kiss and pulled away, chuckling at his breathlessness. "Were you holding your breath?"

"It was too good to mess it up." He panted, undoing her bun, allowing her perfumed red hair to curtain their faces.

His finger twirled into her unbound hair, and he brought a stray curl to his nose, inhaling the scent. "Rosemary. It always confused me if it was your skin or your hair."

Her eyes twinkled, and she leaned further, pecking him on the lips, driving the scent of rosemary into every single cell. "Both my shampoo and body wash have the same fragrance. So it's both, actually."

"I see. So the odds were stacked against me from the beginning." He traced his palm along her spine, stopping at the junction between her shoulders.

"Seems so," she murmured as they locked their lips once again.

It had been years—nearly a decade and a half—since she was last sexually active. But she could swear this was on a whole other level. There was a certain intensity to it that she had never experienced before. The way their kisses felt was unparalleled to any previous ones. And as he pressed his palm between her shoulder blades and pulled her tighter, this unprecedented magnitude of sensations made themselves known once again.

Harry rolled them over, towering above her. "Let's actually test if the rosemary smell comes from your hair or your skin?"

"And how would you do that?" She questioned him, running her hands on his sides.

His fumbling with her shirt was her answer, and she couldn't help her giggles. Once all the buttons were undone, she rose up slightly and let him pull her shirt off her, leaving her in a lacy purple bra.

"This one's new," he commented, tracing the frills, making her shiver whenever his finger touched her bare skin.

She licked her dry mouth. "Professor Lilium had great plans for tonight."

"That she did," he muttered distractedly, coming face-to-face with her voluptuous breasts.

Pulling down the bra cups revealed two large domes of pale flesh with light pink crowns at the peaks. They shook from the sudden movement and swelled and expanded, finally free from their long confinement, allowing her to breathe easier.

His face was between her tits the next moment, his nose buried deep in her cleavage.

She released a blissful sigh, cradling his head as he rubbed his nose against her chest. "Does it smell of rosemary?"

He pulled back, his eyes glazed with pleasure, drool dripping from the corner of his lips. "It does."

"Go on, grab them, squeeze them. They are yours."

Laughter bubbled out of her at his reverent look. Though it was cut short when his fingers sank into the wide expanse of her ample chest. The hot, sizzling feeling inside her intensified when he captured her stiff, hard teat and sucked on it, wetting it within his mouth and nursing as if she had any milk left in her breasts.

If she had, she'd be gushing out by now.

He licked and sucked on her breasts, and she didn't make any fuss, granting him all the time in the world. To squeeze them, to suckle on them, to roll her sensitive nipples between his fingers.

But sooner or later, he had to move further down, compelled by his aching erection.

He momentarily came up to kiss her again, nipping on her neck and collarbone, nipping on her soft, round breasts, and leaving hickeys all around. Leaving his marks on her flesh.

Then he unbuttoned and unzipped her blue jeans.

"Go on, baby. Go on." She cajoled and raised her hips, letting him peel off her jeans, letting him take them off entirely.

A silky purple thong was all that remained on her body. And it didn't cover much.

"Mmm." He parted her knees and grabbed her hips, burying his face between her legs. His nose nudged her hot core, and a shudder travelled all the way to her spine.

She flinched when his lips pressed down on her clothed pussy.

He looked into her burning eyes and gulped.

With agonising slowness, he slid her knickers off.

His gaze was stuck on her puffed-up vulva.

It was hairless.

It was… it was perfect.

Before he could decide whether he wanted to push his tongue down her folds or finally plough into her, she crossed her legs around his waist and flipped them over, getting on top of him. "Wha—"

But she was already going through the buttons, giving him no chance to protest this sudden change of rhythm.

She took off his shirt.

Her eyes widened at the contours of his body. The morning training with Neville was starting to show results. Her fingers roamed over his abdomen, relishing in the sensation of hard muscles underneath.

It was when she got rid of his trousers and pants that a gasp escaped her lips.

His cock sprung free. And without even touching it, she knew it was scorching hot.

"Professor Lilium planned to introduce you to fellatio, but since she isn't here, let mum blow you." She moistened her lips, her hand instantly wrapping around his cock.

Harry gave a sudden thrust into her fist, unable to control himself when her dainty fingers curled around him.

"Shh… let me do the work. Just lay still and close your eyes." She cooed, stroking him sluggishly.

He closed his eyes and bit his tongue. But a whimper slipped through when her lips engulfed his crown, when she flicked her tongue on his glans. Instinctively, he jerked his hips again as the wet warmth surrounded his cock. But when she flattened her tongue and went deeper, his eyes snapped open, and a tortured moan rang in the room.

Her emeralds glowed when they met his own. Maintaining eye contact, she swallowed further. She kept doing that until there was nothing more to swallow. She gagged around his cock, her throat massaging it.

It was the vibration that did it. As soon as she tried to say something with her mouth full of his cock, he blew his load directly into her gullet. His fingers twisted in her luxuriant red hair, and he held her down on his crotch.

Her eyes watered, saliva leaked from her mouth and onto his groin, and she choked on his cock, but didn't complain.

When the last drop was safely deposited in her belly, he slumped back, not even remembering when he sat up to lodge himself all the way in his mum's throat.

Both were left panting for different reasons. "You didn't even give me the opportunity to properly blow you."

He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. But it just felt too good."

She laughed and propped herself on his chest. "I'll take that as a compliment. It's been a long while since I did that."

He wrinkled his nose and consciously tried not to think about that.

"Look, my youngest son is awake again." She giggled, taking it in her hand.

"Don't make it weird agai—" He was interrupted when she wrapped it between her pouty lips once again.

He groaned and laid on his back, just enjoying the pleasant sensation of her mouth as she sucked him off, as she bobbed her head up and down between his legs.

This time, he was able to last much longer.

But the end result was the same, and he climaxed inside her mouth.

Kissing his flaccid cock affectionately, she slumped on him, pressing her face on his chest, breathing in his musky scent. Just lying atop him, while the heat of his body seeped into her, was enough for her. Though she hid a grin when his hands creeped down her back.

She bit her lip as he grabbed her arse and kneaded it. But she was taken aback when he spread her cheeks and something hard poked her slit.

Sitting up on his stomach, she looked down at him. "You can still go on?"

"You should be asking if I can stop." He smirked, giving her butt a light slap.

She rolled her eyes and slid back, pushing her wet sex across his length. With her knees on either side of him, she stood up and grabbed his mast. Hovering over it, she said, "You really want to do this? There will be no going back."

"You just sucked me off. Twice."

"Fair enough." An amused smile flashed over her face.

It seemed her plan to suck him dry and avoid sex was not going to work.

She was glad.

Harry grabbed her plump thighs and looked up at her like a love-struck fool.

Inch by inch, she impaled herself. Her silky walls parted for him, enveloping him like a tailored glove. His cock ached and pulsed as more of it got buried in her wet heat.

With a final push, she brought her body crashing down on his, hiding it entirely inside her.

Harry grunted, digging his digits into her soft thighs, while Lily's ruby mouth opened in a silent scream. She trembled and ground her sensuous arse over his crotch, using his cock to rub her sensitive walls.

"Mum," he hissed, bucking his hips.

She nodded jerkily and pulled halfway out before slamming down, screaming his name.

Placing her hands on his chest, she bounced up and down his cock, spearing herself again and again, allowing his cock to brush her inner walls at different angles.

Harry was huffing, thrusting his hips vigorously, attempting to match her frantic pace.

The recurrent stimuli of getting her core plunged in and out by his cock were enough to send her off the edge. Her body seized up, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her pussy clenched around his girth as she fell limp on top of him.

He was happily surprised to find his face wedged in her soft bosom. He coiled his arms around her waist, his fingers clutching her arse cheeks, and began fucking her with abandon.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sounds of their colliding flesh echoed in the room, but they were soon drowned by her whimpers and his guttural grunts. He lost himself in the scent of rosemary tinged with her sweat while his body drilled in and out of her like a well-oiled machine.

Soon, he exploded inside her with a sigh. He came into her with an unholy joy. He revelled in the dripping inferno of her silky walls. Ropes upon ropes of white followed the explosion, filling her to brim.

Even when they were done, they lay in that position for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the sensation of being together. But when his softening cock unplugged, allowing his viscous fluid to rush out, they separated.

She lay beside him, both staring at the canopy of the bed, holding each other's hands.

"Wow," Harry mumbled in daze. "I know sex is supposed to be intense and pleasant. But this was more than that."

She rolled to her side and caressed his chest. "Same. I've never felt like this before."

"Really?" He mirrored her position, grabbing her perky breast and drawing a circle on her large pink areola with his thumb.

Her breath quickened. "Really."

"Meaning I am a sex god?"

She looked fondly at him and poked his face. "Don't get a big head. It was that intense just because I've never loved anyone as much as I love you."

His eyes lit up, and a warm smile graced his face. "That must be it. I, too, have never loved anyone as much as I love you."

"Not even Susan?"

"Not even her. I don't think I can ever love someone as much as I love you." He mused out loud, not missing her relieved smile.

"I am glad." She scooted closer, pushing her leg between his, her knee just an inch away from his crotch. "But we must talk about Susan."

"There's nothing to talk about. She offered to let me explore our bodies together. And I couldn't say no when her boobs were hanging before my face." He shrugged, pushing his head near her chest and giving her nipple a lick.

"I see. I can't exactly forbid you on the grounds that 'we are family'. That would be hypocritical. And I can't ask you to be with only me. That would be pathetically clingy for a woman my age. But I do have one request." She caressed his hair while he sucked on her tit.

Pulling away from the object of his infatuation, he looked into her eyes. "Anything for you, mum."

"I don't care who you fool around with; my only concern is that you return to me. After today, I don't think I can ignore my sexual urges anymore." She demanded, framing his face between her palms.

"Gladly." He smiled and kissed her on the lips.

It was a bit salty.

Then he realised these were the same lips that were buried in his crotch some time ago.

He jumped off the bed and rushed to the bathroom to throw up.

Lily, meanwhile, was laughing, amused by his drastic reaction.

~xXxXx~

Bonus Scene

"There are many ways to attain pleasure. But what we must remember is that the path to pleasure is far more important than the climax itself. There is room for creativity in finding new paths to pleasure. There is more to sex than simply inserting a penis in a vagina." Professor Lilium lectured, sitting naked on the bed.

It was past midnight, and to spice things up, Harry revisited his idea to have fun with Professor 'Lilium' who was in no way related to him and was merely a teacher for sex education.

"I guess you're right. I actually have a creative idea." He piped up, lounging before her without clothes.

She pushed up her black square-rimmed glasses. "Oh? Do tell."

"How about I show you?" He smirked. "But you have to do as I say, professor."

"Of course, Mister Evans. Tell me what I need to do."

Harry pointed to the purple bra strewn on the edge of the bed. "You have to wear that again."

"Hmm, if you say so," she muttered unconvincingly, grabbing the frilly underwear and putting it on, aware of his smouldering eyes as she pushed her tits into the lacy fabric. Adjusting the fit, she looked back at him. "Now what?"

"Now you lie down on your back, professor."

She gave a slow nod and gently lowered herself on her back. "Now what?"

"Now I climb on top of you and stick my dick in your tits, professor."

"Language, Mister Evans! Just because we are dealing with sex doesn't mean you have to be crude," she snapped as he sat down on her stomach, stroking his dick.

"Apologies. I got too excited."

"I'll overlook it this time."

"You're generous and kind."

"That I am. Now proceed with your idea. While it isn't new or creative, it is at least not just inserting a penis in vagina."

"I'll take that as a compliment, professor." He resisted a grin, guiding his ready cock between her giant mounds, shoving it through the band of the bra and the valley of the two mountains. The bra gave support and perfect shape to her tits, pressing the two round breasts against each other and restraining them in a fixed space.

That was why he had to force his way into her cleavage instead of simply sliding in. And he was glad that his cock was thoroughly lubricated from her saliva; she had given him another blowjob before this event.

While it wasn't anywhere near as tight or hot as her pussy, there was some friction. And fucking her tits was more about fulfilling his dream than reaching climax. 'Path to pleasure is more important than nutting itself and all that.'

"I must commend you for using the bra in such a way. Otherwise, I'd have to hold my breasts with my hands." She praised him, staring at his cockhead as it peeked at her with every thrust.

"Thank you, professor. I hope you'll be ready for more ideas. Because I have lots of them." He moaned, ramming in and out through her breasts while he squeezed and pinched her tits over the thin fabric of the bra.

She was entranced by his moving cock, all her attention was on it as it appeared and disappeared through her cleavage, as if it were playing peekaboo. "Of course. But I request we retire after this. We can continue tomorrow."

"Okay, professor." He grunted, pushing his cock roughly one last time, tearing her bra off her, and moving further than he had wanted, ejaculating on her face.

Taking the opportunity, he guided his twitching cock around and sprayed on her breasts and neck too.

By the end of it, strands of thick white semen decorated her. Some were on her lips and nose, while some were on her glasses. But most were on her neck and breasts.

"That was uncalled for. But I am too tired to scold you, Mister Evans." She blinked, removing her glasses—the only thing that stopped his jizz from blinding her.

"Apologies, professor, I overestimated the strength of your bra." He smiled unapologetically, looking down as the ripped bra dropped from his softening length and right onto her bare breasts.

"Repair it, Harry. This flimsy piece of underwear cost me more than a pair of jeans and shirt combined." She pouted, breaking character.

"Of course, mum." He smiled, sitting down beside her and waving his hand in the direction of the bra.

'Reparo!'