Acceptance

Chapter 3. Acceptance

Lily slams the door shut and slides down against it, pulling her knees to her chest. Her heart pounds, and she finally releases the moan she had been holding back.

That was dangerous. She had been hypnotised after Harry asked her to kneel before him. His large cock had kept her eyes pinned, its musky scent had kept her nostrils excited, and when he began stroking himself, she had hoped for what eventually happened.

She shudders and wipes her face, collecting a dollop of her son's cum. Her nose flares and goes near her palm unheeded, and then she inhales deeply, the manly smell leaving her mesmerised. Her face burns with embarrassment, yet she still sticks out her tongue and licks her fingers clean. Her body trembles and she leans back against the door, gulping down her son's seeds, releasing a lewd moan.

That was really dangerous. She was so close to grabbing Harry's cock and locking her lips around it. She's glad she was able to control herself. She's relieved she was quick to put up an emotionless mask. It wasn't particularly difficult to hide her pleasure beneath shock. Not in a million years would she have thought Harry would do that.

What should she do now? How can she cure him when his sickness is slowly infecting her? How can she stop him from lusting after her when she—

No. She doesn't lust after her own son. It was just a moment of weakness. She's better than that. She is a loyal wife and a doting mother. She won't stain these titles by letting her libido get the better of her.

She rises to her feet and pulls open the door. Now isn't the time to hide in her room as if she's done something wrong. She needs to talk to Harry, to clear this up. Letting him torture himself, thinking she's angry, won't help either of them. She's not mad. If even she can feel her own libido fighting her rationality, she can only imagine how hard it must have been for Harry not to lose control. He's just a teenager who took more than he should have. But that's fine—he'll grow and learn restraint.

Harry isn't in the living room, nor is the bra she left behind. Her heart drums against her ribs as she makes her way to his room, each step filled with growing trepidation. Reaching his door, she knocks gently. "Sweetie, may I come in?"

…

"Uh, yeah, come in," he replies, his voice hesitant.

She's relieved to see him fully clothed; she'd been afraid he might be masturbating with her bra.

Harry is sitting on the edge of his bed, nervously tapping his foot on the floor. Her legs carry her to him, wishing she had taken a moment to put something on, because his eyes quickly jump to her bare chest; she's still only in her thong.

"Eyes up, Harry," she sighs, covering up her breasts.

His face reddens, and he looks away. "Sorry. And sorry for earlier too. I didn't actually plan to… you know. It just… happened."

"It's alright." She keeps her breasts covered with one arm and places the other on his head, ruffling his hair. "I'm not angry, just disappointed. But being a teenager is hard, I know. So I'll let you off this time. Only this time."

He relaxes immediately, and a wide smile breaks over his face. "Thanks. I thought you were going to hate me for that."

"I doubt you can do anything that will make me hate you." She chuckles. "Still, what we did was wrong. If modelling for you in lingerie was towing the line, then letting you do… that was well past that. We have to stop. You have to stop."

Harry's smile fades, but he nods resolutely. "I know. As I said before, this was the only time I'd ask you for something like that. We'll go back to normal, don't worry. Here, you forgot your bra."

Lily takes it with a raised eyebrow. She wouldn't have been surprised if he had wanted to keep it as some sort of trophy, and she wouldn't have objected. Given that the lingerie had been used in this manner, she didn't think she could wear it tonight for James. So she would've let him keep it. "Thank you. What about the knickers I gave you earlier?"

"That's… dirty." He scratches his cheek with an embarrassed smile. "I'll give it back once it's cleaned."

"No," she says, shocking him and herself. What is she going to do with the cum-stained knickers? "I'll clean it myself. Please fetch it for me."

He nods slowly and slips into his bathroom. Then he returns with the same sheepish smile, holding her knickers between his thumb and forefinger.

She doesn't show any emotion when she sees it wet and sticky with his semen. "Right."

"Like I said, it's dirty." He approaches her timidly as if she were going to curse him.

"It's alright. I knew what you were going to do with it the moment I gave it to you," she reassures him, plucking it from his hand. "Is that all?"

"Yes." He flops back on the edge of the bed. "Thank you for humouring my unnatural demands. From now onwards, we will go back to normal and forget this ever happened."

She nods, staring at him. "But you will still use the photos you took today for masturbation?"

"Obviously." He crosses his leg over his knee, leaning back on his hands. "But that won't make me act any different, if you're worried about that. I've been in love with you for years, and you only realised it when I told you directly. So rest assured that I can act normal while using you as a masturbation subject in the privacy of my room."

She grimaces. She wants him to outgrow this rather than rely on her risque images as a crutch. Then again, maybe he will naturally move past this phase as he matures. She doesn't need to intervene to 'fix' him; it should happen on its own. Or so she hopes. "Alright, sweetie. Let's forget what happened earlier and go back to how things were."

Though she doubts she'll be able to return to normal. Unlike Harry, who is skilled at acting normal in front of her despite his incestuous desires, she isn't sure if she has the same ability.

Offering him a parting smile, she walks away, acutely aware of his lecherous gaze on her arse.

Did she put more sway to it for him? Yes, she did. It was one last gift.

~xXxXx~

Harry notices it quickly; the changes in his mum.

It's been a week since that day, since they swore to each other to forget that scandalous affair. It had started with so much promise. His dad had come back early the night of their anniversary and taken her out. The following morning, she was all peppy and glowing. Alas, that mood didn't last. As days passed, his dad got busier with his work, unable to shower her with the same attention and love, leaving her to simmer in hurt and anger.

This was the catalyst for the change.

"You free today, sweetie?" His mum barges into his room, garbed in booty shorts that leave half of her butt cheeks hanging, and a crop top that's too snug around her fat tits, exposing her midriff. She has even stopped tying her hair, letting the silky crimson mane frame her exquisite face, knowing it makes her look hotter.

Her emerald eyes gleam when he gives her a thorough once-over. She even presses against the doorframe to allow him a glance at her tight, plump arse.

They definitely haven't gone back to normal. But at least he had tried, unlike her.

The change isn't just in her clothes. On top of adopting a provocative dressing style, she has focused all her attention on him. He has turned into his dad's replacement, forced to become her companion.

"No, I'm not free. I can't go to the theatre with you again." It's the fourth time this week she's tried to drag him along for an outing that feels far too much like a date. Normally, he'd jump at the chance. But he's in the middle of hatching a plan, and for that plan to work, he has to resist his natural instinct to please her.

She blinks, taken aback by his refusal. "What?"

"Honestly, Mum, I can't keep doing this. I have other things to do besides keeping you entertained," he says, internally wincing at the hurt on her face. "I've had to ignore my friends and girlfriend just to be with you. But it can't go on like this."

"Of course, s-sweetie," she stammers, shocked. "I didn't mean to take up all your time. Be sure to enjoy yourself."

"Sorry, Mum." Harry gets up from the bed and walks over to her, gently taking her hands. "I sounded angry, but I'm not. It's not that I don't want to spend time with you; it's just that I can't right now. We'll catch a movie another day, okay?"

"Okay." She forces a half-hearted smile. "So, what's the plan for today then?"

"Got to meet up with Ron and others in an hour. And then I have to visit Susan too. She's been worrying that I have gotten bored of her. As if." He chuckles, planting his hands on her shoulders, resisting the desire to cup her breasts. "I promise to make time for you in the evening."

She rests her hands on his chest, her smile warm. "I'll be waiting. Until then, have fun. Not too much though. I don't want to be a grandmother at this age."

"You sure? You'd make one hot grandmother."

"Harry!" She blushes, trying to swat him.

He dodges her scandalised swipe and places a loud kiss on her cheek. "I promise I'll be careful."

"Good. I'll be in the living room if you need anything." She turns and sashays away, her hips swaying with each step, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing his gaze to the rhythmic motion of her body.

Harry keeps his eyes on her bubbly bum until the door closes. It was so difficult to say no to her. But he had to. He had to start neglecting her. Hopefully, his plan will work.

~xXxXx~

Lily is pissed. Harry has been spending less and less time with her. There are even days where they barely talk, that's how busy he's become. On a certain level, she understands. He's an adult now, with lots of friends and a pretty girlfriend. Plus, he's a student facing the most demanding year at Hogwarts starting next month. Of course, he's meant to be busy.

Still, she can't help but feel neglected.

It's a selfish thought, she knows, but she misses the Harry who followed her around on her anniversary, determined to keep her smiling when James couldn't be bothered to be present. She misses that cute, handsome boy who got jealous when other men looked at her. She craves the attention of that possessive, protective son who loves her more than anyone else does. She wants to spend every minute of the day with him.

She knows it's not healthy or reasonable, but she doesn't care. Harry is the only person in her life who loves her that intensely. She thought he wouldn't mind—he'd enjoy her company, like always. She even started wearing short and tight clothes for him, becoming his eye candy. While she'd never cheat on James, she doesn't mind offering Harry something to look at. After all, it's not like they'll be touching.

Unfortunately, Harry has so many things to do that don't involve her.

It makes her feel lonely. Unneeded. Unloved.

As if that weren't enough, he had to rub salt in the wound by inviting his girlfriend over.

"Good morning, Mrs. Potter," Susan says nervously as she steps out of the fireplace, her innocent yellow summer dress a sharp contrast to her… curvaceous body.

The girl is beautiful, with her round face and large blue eyes. Then there's her bright red hair, styled into a long braid that rests on her shoulder. Now that Lily understands the reason behind her son's fascination with red hair, it only makes her mood sour further. It feels like she's being replaced.

As if Susan isn't perfect enough, she also has a pair of gigantic breasts. Lily's certain it's those breasts, along with the red hair, that have Harry so smitten.

"Welcome to Potter Manor, dear. And please, call me Lily," she replies with a forced smile, hiding her true thoughts. "It's nice to finally put a face to the name. Harry talks about you often. You're here for a study session, I assume."

Susan nods, her freckled cheeks flushing pink. "Y-Yes, I'm here to study."

Such a bad liar. All three of them know why Susan is here. And it's definitely not school related. As Harry grabs the girl's arm and drags her off to his room, Lily fights against the temptation to say 'keep the door wide open'.

She slumps on the sofa once they are gone, dreaming of that day when Harry was all hers. In hindsight, that lingerie modelling session that ended with her getting a facial is one of her fondest memories. She had fingered herself for an hour straight when she returned to her room. She shouldn't have asked him to go back to normal. She shouldn't have tried to be a better person. She should've just fucked hi—

Her eyes widens and she gasps. What the hell is she thinking? Is she really humouring the idea to sleep with her own son?

She stills when she hears high-pitched feminine moans coming from upstairs.

…

…

Did Harry forget to use a silencing spell?

Susan's moans grow louder, and she can now even hear the creaking of the bed if she strained her ears.

Lily sighs and rubs her face, ashamed as she shimmies out of her shorts and underwear. Kicking them off, she ascends to the upper floor and stops outside her son's room. She silently unlocks the door, and then, inch by inch, she pushes it open just enough to peek through the narrow gap between the door and its frame.

Suddenly, the moans and creaks get louder and clearer, unfiltered. She cannot see much, but she sees enough to get the gist of it.

Harry is on his back as Susan rides him with a rhythm and expertise that reveals loads of prior practice. His hands are on the girl's bouncing breasts and she can even hear his grunts.

Mortified but highly aroused, Lily drops to her knees and shoves her fingers in her snatch without any preamble, imagining herself in Susan's place, jumping up and down on her son's cock, swallowing and moisturising it, letting it stir her thoroughly, clamping on it, cumming on it.

She's so embarrassed of what she is doing, but she cannot stop. She keeps fingering herself, pushing her other hand inside her top, fondling herself as she matches their tempo, imagining Harry's greedy hands on her, grabbing at her flesh roughly without an ounce of mercy.

After the first orgasm, as a hint of rationality trickles in, she flees away, hoping they didn't notice her.

She cannot meet Harry's gaze for the entire day afterwards.

~xXxXx~

Harry enters the kitchen for dinner. His mum had stayed away from him the whole day, which would be truly unusual if he didn't know the reason.

She had peeped at him fucking Susan and had rubbed one out, as he had hoped. It wasn't so much as a master plan rather than a mixture of hope and prediction. And it had gone exactly as it needed to.

Now she's too embarrassed to even make eye contact with him.

For the past week, he had deliberately ignored her, making her desperate, forcing her to remember that day when he was so attentive to her needs and mood. He knows she wants that to be her every day; she's so obvious about it, but it can't happen while their relationship is stuck in this limbo. He's become a strange blend of son and husband to her—too close to be just her son, but not close enough to be her lover. He wants to change that. He wants her to give him the benefits for the duties she demands.

"Harry, take a seat," she mumbles from the kitchen island, not looking at him. "Dinner's ready."

Instead of doing as he's told, he goes over and stands behind her, looking over her shoulder as she adds the finishing touch to the food.

"What is it, sweetie?" She turns around, sensing his close presence. Her gaze is directed at his chest instead of his face.

He steps closer and gently lifts her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Did something happen? You haven't spoken to me since Susan left. Did I do something wrong?"

Her eyes go wide and her face turns a little pink. "N-No, nothing like that. I just know how busy you are, so I didn't want to disturb you."

"I see." Harry sighs, leaning forward, placing his chin atop her head, trapping her between his body and the kitchen counter. "Sorry about that. I'll be free from tomorrow onwards. We can spend the rest of the holidays together."

He smiles when she closes her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you. I know it sounds clingy, but I was so lonely without you. I'm looking forward to having you all to myself." He feels her lips stretch wide in a smile against his neck.

Chuckling, he coils his own arms around her shoulders. "It sounds so suggestive. What will you do now that you have me all to yourself?"

"Mind out of the gutter, Harry," she groans and pulls away, grinning, her arms still around him.

"That's a bit impossible." His gaze flickers to her cleavage; crop tops and booty shorts have become the new normal. "You have too sinful of a body that makes me wish you were mine."

"Harry!" She lightly slaps his chest. "Don't forget your promise."

"I regret I couldn't touch you that day. I should've done that before that troublesome promise." He slides one hand between her shoulder blades and presses it against her spine, forcing her to thrust out her rack.

She gulps as their chests bump, as her soft flesh lightly squash against his. "Harry?"

"Hmm?" With one hand around her back, making her push out her breasts, he uses the other to cup her boob.

She freezes in his arms, her mouth parted open.

There are two layers of fabric between his fingers and her tit: her crop top and her bra. Yet, the soft and squishy boob blows his mind, shattering his unimaginative expectations. It's better than he could've ever imagined. He gropes her gently, squeezing the massive orb.

"H-Harry?" She moans when he traces his thumb around the spot on her top where he thinks her areola is.

"You just have to say no, mum, and I'll stop." He peers down at her with dark, lustful eyes, shifting to the other boob, making her heave a shuddering breath. "But I don't think you will. You want this just as much as me, don't you?"

She shivers and closes her eyes, snapping her mouth close, but not before uttering, "I won't cheat on your dad."

Harry stifles a scowl and smiles instead. "You aren't. Is it really touching when there are so many layers of clothes between us?"

It's a stupid argument, but it's enough to win her over, probably because she will eat up any excuse at this point to continue their affair.

She nods, tightening her hold on him, her fingers digging in his biceps. "Okay. You can play with my breasts if you want, but only as long as you don't try to strip me naked."

"Thanks." He drops his hands from her breasts and pushes them under her butt. Before she can even think to argue that his hands are touching the nude half of her arse, he hoists her up and plants her on the kitchen counter.

"Why are you like this?" She complains half-heartedly, crossing her legs around him, cupping his face.

He draws his hands away from her butt and rubs her thighs, her booty shorts giving him a free rein. "Because you're so hot that even your son can't escape your allure."

"Flatterer," she huffs, the corner of her mouth twitching, closing her eyes as he shoves his face in her cleavage.

Harry buries his nose in the valley of her breasts and rubs his face against the round, ample hills. He has to fight a grin when her fingers thread through his messy hair and pull his face tighter against her tits. He kisses the bare skin and rubs his face against her. And when he finds her hardening nipples, he bites them through her top and bra.

She throws back her head and groans in pleasure, her legs becoming a vice around his waist. When he pulls her top off, she doesn't protest, and he's wise enough not to go further and yank down her bra cups. But even with her flimsy bra on, the amount of exposed skin drastically increases, and he kisses and nips on them.

He holds his breath as he slowly spreads her knees, but she doesn't stop him when he presses his palm between her legs. "Harry!" Her cunt is soft and puffy; he can feel that through the shorts and knickers. He gives it a squeeze, loving the sound she makes. It's impossible to stimulate her properly with so many barriers between them. And he decides to rectify it. He peels off her booty shorts and throws it where her crop top lies on the floor.

Now it's easier to pleasure her. It isn't a thong this time, but still, fancy knickers are never meant to cover much. And the substance is thin enough for this task. He finds her slit first, then he discovers her clit. And it becomes a child's play to push her to completion. Her entire body trembles so hard that a nipple pokes out of her bra. Not one to miss such an opportunity, he engulfs it and begins kissing and sucking it while she rides down the wave of her climax.

"Harry!" She moans, clenching her legs around his hand, thrusting his face against her tit, letting him ravish her.

As the pleasure ebbs away, she looks down at him with fond annoyance.

He smiles with his eyes, his lips busy being locked around her areola.

"You always take more than you ask." She pats his head, not telling him to unlatch, combing her fingers through his hair while he suckles on her stiff nub. "You really wanted to enact your toddler days, huh?"

He lightly bites her nipple and pulls on it, making her groan and stare up at the ceiling. "Oh, Harry, what are we doing? It's so wrong."

"It's alright." He finally (reluctantly) drags his lips off her teat and places his hands on her waist. "It can be our secret."

She shakes her head. "I'm not going any further than this."

"I'm not asking you to." He lifts her off the counter and carries her to the dining table. There, he sets her down on her feet. There, he bends her over with her face flush against the grainy surface of the table, with her arse pushed back towards him.

"Harry?"

"Stay like this." He snakes his hand between her legs, grabbing her cunt and making her arch her back and thrust out her butt.

She gasps at his touch, but does push her hands under her chin, getting comfortable. "If the knickers go down, I'll really curse you."

"It won't." He smirks, playfully spanking her before pushing down his jeans and underwear, letting out his excited cock.

With a dry mouth, he stares at her sensuous arse that fills her knickers completely. The lower curves of her cheeks are exposed, making his cock pulse. And he finally steps forwards, doing what he always wanted to do, ramming his shaft through her cleft.

…

…

"Are you naked, Harry?" She looks over her shoulder, her eyes wide.

"From the waist down, yep." He thrust his crotch against her abundant flesh, making her lurch forward. "But don't worry. I won't tug down your knickers."

She simply hides her blushing face and lets him grind his boner on her knickers-clad arse.

Harry grips her waist, loving how her arse is arched towards him, and slides his cock back and forth over her cleft. He even pokes her exposed cheeks a few times, and the touch of his bare cockhead on her warm skin feels like a jolt of lightning. He even smears the precum on her smooth skin.

That's not the only time he pushes the boundary. He even rubs his cockhead on the spot of her knickers that hides her hole. That feeble piece of cloth somehow stops him from spearing into her.

Throughout it all, his mum tries not to make any noise, but moans and gasps of pleasure still escape her.

As the pressure builds, he gets rougher. He mashes his crotch against her thick rear and grabs her vibrant red hair, yanking on them, forcing her to stand up and arch towards him.

He kisses her neck and wraps an arm around her throat. With one hand holding her hair and the other her neck, he slams away on her arse with abandon, each thrust filling the kitchen with a slapping sound. She groans and lurches back and forth with each strike, the edge of the table digging in her belly. But she must be too intoxicated to feel the ache. All she must feel is his massive cock slithering back and forth against her. All she must hear is the slap of his hips on her jiggling arse cheeks.

"This is not doing anything," Harry hisses in her ear, and then he bends her over the dining table again.

"Harry?" She asks in a quivering tone, closing her eyes as he tears off her knickers.

He grabs his dick and rubs it on her entrance after spreading her cheeks. "Tell me to stop."

"This is wrong," she groans helplessly.

"I did not hear a no." And then the bellend of his cock sinks into the heat of her flesh. Her inner walls hold him snugly in their wet, hot embrace.

She cries and thrust back instinctively, swallowing him whole.

Harry grunts and starts pounding into her.

Her arse cheeks jiggle. Her crimson hair dances. And the table sings its creaking song. But the loudest sound is her elated screams that overshadow everything.

"Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry!"

Her each scream makes his cock twitch inside her, and he matches her rhythm, thrusting with the cry of his name.

He never thought that there will come a day when he'll actually be able to fuck his mum. Yet, here he is, bottoming out with every push, exploring her insides from different angles, scraping her pussy walls, living a wet dream.

He closes his eyes and bites his lip, knowing he can't last any longer. He should probably ask for permission to cum inside her, but she's going to agree anyway.

Just as her orgasm quakes her body, as her inner muscles clench around his girth, he puts all the force in the last few thrusts.

His hips slap against her bubbly cheeks. Her cunt hugs his cock. Her prone body lurch forwards. And the dining table creaks under them. Then he fills her up with his hot seeds, ropes after ropes of white colouring her walls in a gesture of staking a claim.

She groans under him, her legs turning to jelly.

Panting, he pulls out, unplugging her pussy, letting their mixed cream trickle out of her crevice.

"Let's take this to my room." Harry tries to pull her back to her feet and carry her away bridal style, but she shakes him off, her face full of guilt and self-loathing.

"What have we done?" she utters desperately, dropping on her numb legs, looking down at her stained pussy.

"What we wanted to do." Harry steps closer, holding her face, but when he tries to kiss her lips, she turns away.

"I need some alone time." With that, she hurries off, not minding that she is only wearing a skewed bra. Then again, they've already blown past so many boundaries, letting him look at her leaking cunt is not top of that list.

Harry grimaces and hopes she'll come out wanting to repeat this rather than deciding to end their budding relationship.

~xXxXx~

That night, James Potter cannot come home because of him having to go to France for work. It's the final nail in the coffin.

That night, Lily Potter visits her son's room and finally becomes his. She snogs him for the first time. Starting with his lips and ending with his cock.

That night, the mother and son do not get a wink of sleep.