Hey! Girlie, won't you like some of these sweet potatoes? Make a hearty stew for your man?"
It was more of a curiosity that Lily Potter turned around. The farmer's market wasn't exactly in the Godric's Hollow — just on the outskirts of the quaint village — but she had been a regular there for long enough that nobody would mistake her for a common girl or not know her identity. Imagine her surprise when the unknown, wild-haired lady beckoned her aside and cajoled her into buying some of her wares. She just wanted to set the records straight before the obvious newcomer beat her to it.
"You know what they say…first put some sweet in your man's mouth, then ask him to make sweet, sweet love to you."
Lily stared, fascinated by the woman's uncouthness. Even her protest died off and she took one step back, flushing.
"Martha, stop with your potty mouth." The nearby stall owner gave her an apologetic look. "Her husband died in the army."
Lily waved the apology, wincing. It wasn't easy, beguiling half of Godric's Hollow's muggle population. "No problem Al, I was more surprised."
"Well…" When the wild lady gave her a lewd grin, Lily braced herself. "Not like she would have any problem finding another one. Does she?"
Lily shook her head. "Martha, was it? Just pick some for me." It would be better if she just bought the damn potatoes and hightail from there.
Still with a grin on her face, Martha fetched wide and put another thing into the basket, along with the potatoes. "It will keep your skin clean."
"No need. I have plenty in my home."
"Maybe…" The old lady's next smile was ear to ear and two blackened front teeth peeked from beneath her cracked lips. "But take this anyway—from one widow to another." Her liver-spotted fingers rubbed over the dark green object suggestively.
"Free of cost."
Lily thrusted the crisp pound notes into the cackling lady's hand and rushed away from the market, hoping nobody had seen the exchange.
It was barely ten minutes before she rushed into her house and dumped the bag over the table. She didn't need to touch her face to realize her skin was burning—embarrassment, mortification and anger—all vying for supremacy in her mind, so much so that Lily screamed into her fists, taking deep breaths.
Finally, Occlumency came to her rescue, the flush receding. "Stupid old lady!" Lily muttered even though nobody would hear it.
It wasn't the first time she had been at the other end of some lewd or suggestive comments. But they mostly came from right bastards or desperate wizards hoping to score with the mother of the boy-who-lived.
Not like she had given any of them a second thought.
Shaking her head, she banished the vegetables into the coldbox; only a single vegetable remained on the table. Or was it a fruit?
The rough textured, dark green cucumber sat innocuously, even though her mind forced her to see it in a completely different light. Curse that damn lady.
It was already difficult being single for almost two decades, now just what she needed—crazy ladies putting dirty thoughts in her head.
Lily shook her head and glared at the cucumber, taking in the length and the thickness. Damn!
Her eyes gravitated toward the trusty old piece of willow in her hand, noting the thin stalk, the knot around the middle and the grainy texture. All the details became vivid, shocking her with new discoveries. How had she not noticed them? Especially after using it so much to cure her loneliness.
Fumbling and without meaning to, she compared her wand with the damn cucumber, ear growing hot.
Lily Potter looked around the room, hoping somebody, or even her damn kneazle, would come around and rescue her from the funk. Unfortunately, the Potter Cottage was devoid of another soul, just like the last few months, after Harry had moved out and started his healer training.
With the temptation unraveling her mind, Lily Potter cursed her neglected body, now wishing that she had taken some of the better wizard's offer of a date. At least, it would have helped her in keeping her head straight. But the offers had dried up, with her son growing up and his name and fame becoming too intimidating for even the most daring wizards. And those who persisted would be the last men Lily would ever think of going out with.
She cast a last look around the dining hall, the wards around the cottage and their robustness, giving her the final push to sate her curiosity.
To hell with it…with that thought, Lily Potter picked up the large cucumber, trying not to notice the way her fingers had to stretch to encompass the thickness. It was way thicker than her departed husband's endowment; she thought scandalously.
Heart thumping inside her chest, she dragged a chair and plopped her butt, examining the ends before deciding on the ridged side. Her legs spread wide, and she pulled her beige skirt up, securing the fabric between her teeth. Only after exposing herself did she realize her knickers had become wet, with liquid seeping, damping the cotton and damning her mind to even more humiliation.
It was more than a week till she touched herself, wasn't it? No wonder her brain was so wonky.
The pink cotton which was rapidly turning transparent stretched aside, and she teased her swollen lips, reddish pink turning scarlet with desire. Her hands shook as she brought the cucumber near and teased her flower. She winced as the blunt end bashed into her clit.
Wiggling her bum, she spread her legs wider, groaning as her pussy finally opened up. She moaned as a thick strand of grool seeped from the innards and not waiting for another second; she twisted and forced a couple of inches of green monster inside her cavern.
"Ohhh…" Her skirt dropped as her mouth opened wide, eyes enlarging as her virginal canal hemmed and hawed, stretched like never before. Her head lolled back, eyes rolling, as more and more of the length entered her body.
"Ungh…Fuck!"
A slick penetration was further enhanced when she looked down and noticed liquid flowing out of her stretched lips, glistening the green surface and staining her fingers.
Her large bust partially blocked her view, nipples hardening, which she twisted; head falling back as half of the cucumber stretched her innards. Grip tightening, she was about to force the full length inside when a noise from the Floo washed over her.
"Mum! Look who's graced you with his presence."
Blood freezing in her veins, Lily Potter jerked up, knees spread wide. Unfortunately, she had overestimated the sturdiness of the chair and she tumbled back, a crunch following in the wake of her fall.
Oh, no…did she just broke something?
Springing from the disgraceful heap, she twisted and turned, heart thundering inside her ear as Harry's footsteps grew louder.
Nothing's broken. She checked quickly before turning her glare to the cause of her fall and blanched. A quarter of the cucumber was absent, as if someone had taken one large bite impatiently. But where could it go?
No sooner had she asked her insides gave a funny twang.
"Mum?"
Lily threw the slimy cucumber in a panic. It bounced before stopping at the edge of the table, lying there innocently with her juices smeared all over it.
"Whoa!"
Harry's eyebrows perked as he took her in, eyes glued to the fallen chair. He did a double take and Lily patted herself.
"Harry? You? Here? Now?" Lily wished she could string a couple of more intelligent words, but her legs were quivering and she thanked Merlin about Harry's tendency to make a ruckus. She didn't even want to consider what would have happened otherwise.
Rather than answer her, her impulsive son strode toward her before checking her forehead.
"You ok, mum? You look…I don't know…flushed?"
His eyes roved through the hall again, passing over the fallen chair before stalling at the mutilated cucumber. Like a cat, his fingers went for the object, and before she could even think of stopping him, he snatched it from the table, turning the thing around with critical eyes.
Please…please…Lily wasn't a religious person by any means; the memories of her childhood were now pretty hazy, but she prayed her son wouldn't realize what exactly the grool that clung to the cucumber was.
"I see…"
"What?" Lily squeaked and jerked forward when, in front of her disbelieving eyes, Harry just took a large bite of the sodden cucumber.
A grunt left her, her inside squirming as the invader jostled at the crunch of the cucumber inside Harry's mouth.
"NO! Spit that out!" She tumbled ahead, losing balance as a painful jolt ran through her body. Thankfully, her son was there to catch her. Somehow steadied, she faced him, red spreading from the roots of her hair to her face, then her neck as Harry seemed to savor the flavor, moaning at the taste.
"It isn't fair, ya'know. You keeping this recipe secret?" Harry playfully glared at her. "What is this brine, anyway? Can I have some of it?"
If Lily was mortified before then it was nothing compared to now as her son relished her sacred place's taste, even asking for more.
"And why should I spit it out? You want all for yourself, huh?"
When Harry took another bite, Lily knew she had to get out of there. Get out of there before she embarrassed herself even more. She whirled, hoping for escape, but the invader inside her body had other intentions. It rubbed deliciously at her cervix and her head spun, eyes rolling backward when she tried to sprint from the vicinity of her son.
Feeling herself losing her balance, she waited for the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness when two firm hands steadied her. But this time, her son instead lifted her and carried her to a chair.
She chanced a look up and saw him looking at her with uncharacteristic seriousness.
"Spill it. What's up with you?"
"Nothing?" Lily mumbles, avoiding the identical pair of eyes.
"C'mon, mum, you know me. Spare me the pain and just confess."
"It's nothing dear. Please, just let me rest for a bit…"
"Bullshit! You losing balance twice was nothing? And that flush and the elevated temperature? Who do you take me for? Ron?"
Lily kept her mouth shut, gnawing at her lips. She could hardly confess the actual issue. To her son, no less.
"I can bring someone else from the department…"
Lily finally raised her head, panicky. The only thing worse than her son knowing about her condition would be some unknown person knowing and mistaking her as some degenerate.
She weighing in her options before closing her eyes. Please, Harry…don't think badly of me.
Words tumbled out of her mouth, along with tears from her eyes as she confessed to her son, who listened to her shame with a stony face.
"That's it?" Harry called out when she lowered her head. "You should have just said that, mum."
"You…aren't disgusted?" Lily asked. "I was…" Was she overreacting?
"I ain't going to judge you. Not for a silly little thing." He gave a genial smile, and the tightness in her chest mellowed. "Merlin knows how lonely you must be…"
"Thank you."
"Well, how deep inside it is?" Harry asked suddenly, "are you feeling any sudden pain or cramps?"
"Harry! That's…I can't—"
"C'mon, nothing to be ashamed of."
"It's…pretty deep." Lily mumbled, feeling even more embarrassed at her son's levelheadedness.
He pondered on her answer before hefting her from the chair and dropping her on the table.
"What do you think you are doing, young man?" Lily screeched.
"Don't worry, mum. Just spread you legs and breath."
"But…but…you're my son."
"And also a healer. If you want me to bring someone from St. Mungo's and then explain everything—"
"NO!"
"Then just relax." Harry rubbed her legs, and Lily shivered. "Let me investigate the issue in detail."
Her shock hadn't worn off, when Harry pulled out his wand and vanished her skirt.
"Harry!" It seemed like the only thing she could do was shout her son's name.
Ignoring her, Harry tugged her knickers aside, putting force on her thighs to spread them even more.
"Oh god…Harry. Don't stare."
"Stop it, mum. Don't act like this is the first time I'm seeing something like this. Trust me…healer training was fucked up."
She couldn't conjure enough willpower to even scold him for using such uncouth words. Not like when her nether region was spread apart and open to his eyes.
His confident fingers rubbed around her labia, the thick long digits of a different person invoked ghost of sensations that Lily had forgotten in her celibacy. A few drops of her juice dripped out of her gaping opening and Lily cried inside, feeling herself heating up. Her hole twitched, completely out of her control, and Harry peered closer, lowering his head as if he was about to give her sacred place a kiss.
The thought brought forth a fresh dose of her nectar.
"Can't see anything." He mumbled. "Must be really deep inside."
Lily thought she heard sniffing, but before she could call out, her son straight up pushed his index finger inside her.
"HAArrry?" Her shout turned into a moan as her son's digit rubbed against her walls.
He didn't answer, prodding his finger around, causing her breath to hitch. Her walls parted languorously, and to her shame undulated around the invader, with Lily closing her eyes, wishing to forget about her body's reaction as a horrible nightmare.
She almost shouted to keep his finger inside when she felt him pulling the digit out, before her son pushed his middle finger as well. One digit was already testing her limits, but the addition of another pulled a forceful gasp out of lips, hands balling into fists at her side.
"Still can't feel anything." Harry murmured. "Must be stuck into your cervix."
Lily was at least thankful that he wasn't glancing up.
Abruptly, he pulled out both digits.
"Don't worry, mum. I've solved way more complicated cases." He gave her the same grin that healers had patented for themselves. "What you really need is some more…stimulation."
"Stimulation?" Lily squeaked, already too stimulated.
"Yeah." He said looking around, before plucking his wand and vanishing her blouse and bra.
"Harry!" she screamed, hands covering her breast which wobbled as she shook in indignation.
"Oh, come on," Harry seemed all too sauvé after seeing her naked. "What did I say… not something I haven't seen already."
"But…but…"
"Now tease your nipples." He said that with a straight face.
"What?"
"Play with them. Tease them. Or do whatever which feels good for you."
"And how will that help?" Lily tried to glare, but it was difficult with her son's calm demeanor.
"Women push down when they are properly stimulated. With increased pleasure, the thing stuck inside will gradually move down and then fall off."
Lilly frowned. "Will that really help?"
"Haven't you squirted before? It will feel something similar."
Lily averted her eyes. Squirting—the word was something that Lily had only heard in passing. She, unfortunately, had never had the pleasure of being overwhelmed such a way. But how could she say that to Harry? So rather, she kept her mouth shut.
With Harry's encouragement, she started kneading her breasts, the globes on her chests matching the color of her face and hair. She closed her eyes, teasing her erect nipples. It wasn't long before pleasure built again. Her hands' expertise with her own body and the fullness of the broken cucumber inside her pulling her into a quick orgasm.
"Nah. That won't do."
Harry's voice broke her concentration, and she glared at her son, who looked entirely unimpressed.
"What was that?"
"A mild orgasm like the one you are about to get won't work." Harry sighed, as if fed up with the whole situation. "Seems like I have to take matters into my own hands."
"What does that mean?" Lily asked, her voice quivering for some unknown reason.
"Don't freak out all right. Whatever I'm doing, I'm doing for you."
He pushed her hands away and descended on her breasts, his large hands straight up mauling her tits like they were some kind of dough he wanted to make bread off.
"No, don't…" Lily's voice trailed off, head tilting back at feeling a man's rough hands after so long. She would have put more effort into stopping her son, but all the sensations accumulated throughout the day just crashed onto her at once, and she found her resistance crumbling.
"Just focus on your pleasure, mum. Don't think about anything else."
She just did that, ignoring the hands or whom they belonged to. When his fingers got replaced by a wet, dextrous appendage, Lily kept her eyes shut, murmuring unintelligible words. The suction of her sensitive nipples took her back to her younger days, with the same person doing the deed; but whereas his younger self did it for nourishment, the older version did it to help her mother. At least that was exactly what she told herself.
His mouth kept her tits and nipples busy while his hands found their way back to her sacred region and Lily bit her lips to suppress the moans that were threatening to burst out when the same two fingers scissored inside her with precision. Her nerves were already frayed and before she could shout out, a painful ripple of pleasure wracked through her body.
"Hnngggh!"
She quivered, shaking, riding her orgasm, blinking the stars in her eyes. A flush shaded her cheeks after seeing her hand had found its way to Harry's head and was pushing him deep into her breast. Lily withdrew, letting Harry raise his head before he gave her an assuring smile.
"Umm."
His fingers also left her hole, drenched and glistening.
Her breaths gradually evened out, but she kept her eyes averted, not daring to look at what she was sure was Harry's judgemental eyes.
Her old kitchen seemed like some ethereal place, straight out of her fantasy, where she was spread-eagled, brought to a body-shaking orgasm. She avoided thinking about the partner that helped her reach there.
A click and snap reached her ears and Lily glanced at Harry. And stopped breathing.
"Harry…what…"
Her son ignored her, pushing his trousers down, before lowering his boxers, revealing something that Lily was sure must be some kind of hallucination. Surely human appendages didn't grow to such an absurd proportion?
The absurd length, the monstrous girth, along with the crisscross of veins adorning a head as big as her fist; Lily Potter just gaped as her son bared his cock like some stupid club.
And then he pointed the thing right her way.
"I was sure that would have worked, but…" Harry shrugged, his penis bobbing in rhythm. "It must be stuck even deeper than I thought. I would have stuck my wand inside, but with how tight your insides are…we don't need something else to stick."
First feeling pride at her son's compliment, Lily shook her head, banishing that thought.
"But…but…Harry…I'm you mother…" Lily whispered, wondering why that objection took so long to form.
"Don't make it weird, mum. I'm only treating you."
He said that, composed; and Lily Potter didn't know whether to be proud of her son or disgusted with herself.
She didn't complain after that, eyes glued to the massive organ as it neared her pussy lips, which looked blood-red and inviting.
"If I could just see where it is stuck." Harry said before rubbing his length all along her pussy lips, smearing her juices all over the cock, especially the flared head. "I could think something."
Would he…would her son be the first man to get inside her? After all these years?
Harry took hold of her waist and angled the cock, putting enough force so that her dewy lips smothered, then gobbled his cock. Lily's head thumped into the table, the pain absent as her son's cock pushed inside, making way into the same place where it came from.
Her walls stretched, an ecstasy like never before forming on the pit of her stomach when the cock head nudged into something against her cervix wall.
"There." Her son's voice was strained. "I feel it."
So did she…
Looking down, she watched Harry's cock throbbed into her belly, still more than a couple of inches outside, waiting to ram and rearrange her guts. Probably her mind as well. She glanced at his face, so similar to her husband that if squinted, she could even pretend that it was James that was inside her; not her son.
But when Harry pulled his penis outside and stuffed it in a rapid thrust, the image of James wavered and then withered away. He could never do this to her. James wasn't just built like that.
"Harry…Harry…Harryy…" Lily chanted, shedding all hesitation when his hips put more force into his thrusts.
"Feeling good, mum? Think you will cum really hard this time? Do you want even harder than this?"
"Harry…" She just said his name, nodding and sobbing.
Unfortunately, she had been celibate for too long, and Harry's cock was too big. The coil in her belly loosened without warning and she let out a scream after a particular thrust raked along her nerve bundles.
"Shit, mum. Hold on. Not now."
Lily Potter was too far gone to care.
"FUCK!" "NO!" "HNNGG!" She hollered, feeling her soul trying to escape from her pussy. And darkness engulfed her vision.
When the light came, Harry was standing with his cock in hand, frowning.
"Almost there, mum. Look." She pushed herself up to see a clear protrusion below her bellybutton. "If only you have cummed a little harder."
"Harder?" Lily mumbled, eyes crossing, thinking about feeling more pleasure than before.
She didn't complain when he inserted his finger and wiggled inside her this time. "I can barely touch it. If only…"
"If only what?"
"If only you squirted back then."
Squirted? Lily didn't think herself capable of that. But she wasn't aware that she could cum so hard, either.
"I guess there's only one option remaining."
"What?" Lily asked fearfully.
Rather than answering her, Harry's fingers dipped below her pussy lips, ghosting along her asshole.
Lily shook her head, eyes growing rounder as Harry prodded that hole.
"No, Harry. Not there. Please don't…that's your mum's dirty hole."
"Oh, come one. Don't make it weird again. After all, it's only for your treatment."
"But I haven't—"
"Don't worry. It feels really good. Luna, Hermione, Fleur—all of them love it."
Luna? Hermione? Fleur? Luna she could understand, with her being his girlfriend for so many years; but Hermione was Ron's fiancee and was never with her son and she was pretty sure Fleur married Bill straight out of her graduation. What was going on?
"Trust me, mum. I'm a healer." Said Harry, lathering her own juices around her bumhole.
His fingers found purchase and Lily winced as he pushed his digits to the unknown place. A full body shudder run through as he kept adding fingers. It was weird, the feeling. But not the bad kind. If she was honest, it felt really good. When Harry's fingers touched a certain place, her clit vibrated, and she squawked.
"What…what was that?"
"That was the nerve ending which connects with your clitoris. Fleur is similar, and she loses her mind everytime I do her."
Do her? Lily was hesitant to ask about that. It seemed like Harry was involved with Fleur, who was not only married but with kids.
He pulled his fingers out before pointing his wand and mumbling a spell. Lily's bum rose as an icy feeling gripped her colon. She stared at Harry, whose entire focus was on her bum, his dick in hand, about to conquer the last untouched part of her body.
She braced herself as her hung son pushed, his hands going under her bum and lifting them. One inch, two inch…it kept going inside. Lily stared; on her elbows as that intimidating appendage slithered inside her, with Harry twisting his hips and making way into her colon.
And then came the rush. Harry had warned that it would feel good. But nothing had prepared her when his head rubbed on that particular spot, a jolt running as if someone had slapped her clitoris.
"Harry?" asked Lily, panicking as she wasn't sure how she would handle such intense sensations. "Oh GOD!"
Without anything obstructing his journey, her son climbed on his tiptoes and rained his hips down, making her entire body jostle. His pelvis slapped into her bum, a loud gong that would've alerted every neighbour of the activities, if she had any.
Thank Merlin.
That realization was the final straw.
"Fuck! Fuck Harrry! Fuck! You are fucking your mum's arsehole. YOU bastard!" She babbled, tears streaming as Harry's every thrust now went straight to her clit. "You are fucking up your own mum's dirty place!"
Lily's tongue rolled out, eyes rolling back into her skull as her scream seemed to only embolden him. His thrust gained a new ferocity and a funny feeling started inside her breastbone. It stimulated her every erogenous zone simultaneously, before rapidly descending and Lily screamed out.
"GET OUT. IT'S COMING."
"Just let it out, mum. Let it all out."
Lily didn't hear it, too engrossed in the rapid contraction of her belly and the electric current that was shocking her with Harry's every thrust.
"NNNGGHH! HAAARRRY!"
The pressure and the pleasure burst as her son hilted himself fully inside her and let loose waves and waves of hot, thick cum. Feeling herself getting full of a man's seed after so long, Lily Potter fainted.
The wrongness of liquid seeping from her other hole jerked her back to consciousness, and Lily looked around blearily. Her son was examining the culprit that started the entire happenings, his chest, mouth and abs sticky and dripping with something white and gooey. Lily watched silently as he summoned the cucumber's remaining portion and fit the broken part on top of it, as if checking everything had come out.
But that action reminded her of something.
"Harry?"
"Yes, mum?"
"Shouldn't that piece would have come out with a summoning charm?"
For the first time that day, her son shifted on his feet uneasily.
"Well…maybe. But it didn't cross my mind."
Lily narrowed her eyes, probably not as intimidating as she hoped to, with her naked self draped on the table.
"Come on. I'm still a trainee healer, ya'know. Cut me some slack." Her son uttered, before biting a sizeable chunk of the cucumber