Loving Another Mother Chapter 2

It was getting late, and Harry was starting to worry about what Neville’s Gran would say about him philandering with an older women. Madam Longbottom could be strict, and while he was sure he could manage staying a night away from Longbottom Manor, there was always the risk of her getting angry with him.

He sat on the couch in Lily’s living room, doing his best to decompress from the chaos that had been his life in the past 24 hours. He sighed as he let himself sag deeper into the couch, doing his best to not let his intrusive thoughts get to him. What had the world come to? I’ve fought Voldemort, Death Eaters, yet I’m worried about Neville’s Gran?

Harry shook his head, focusing on the present as he waited for Lily. His Mo- Lover, had told him to wait as she got cleaned up, giving no other explanation as she dissapeared into her bedroom.

As if on queue, the door to Lily’s bedroom opened, and he felt his eyes widen as his mouth dropped. The older redhead entered the room, looking quite smug and satisfied with herself while she patted her damp hair with a towel. She dressed in a sexy lace green nightgown, the silky material fitting over her feminine form and showing off those large juicy breasts. She looked at him with pouty lips and a smoky gaze that did strange things to him.

Her words caused him to jump, as she spoke to him in a sultry voice. “Why don’t you come in and join me, Harry?”

He nodded absently, following Lily as if in a trance into her bedroom. She walked to her side of the bed, looking at him expectantly. “You’ll be sleeping with me tonight, Harry.”

Harry once again found himself agreeing to her command, knowing it would be useless to resist a woman so beautiful and sexy as the redhead in front of him. He reached under the covers to pull them back so he could slide in, but instead his hand gripped something else other than the bedsheet. He pulled out a long and thick thing that looked similar to a baton.

“Lily… what is this?” He asked awkwardly, looking at what he held in his hand.

He belatedly realized he was holding a dildo. A very large one at that, being closer in size to his forearm than not. It was purple and wobbly, and he suddenly realized his mother was probably a size queen to have a fake cock so big.

“Harry!” Lily squeaked and grabbed the dildo out of his hand before he could do anything. She quickly put it away in a nearby drawer, slamming it shut and looking back at him with an embarrassed blush.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Her face was red, as she looked terribly embarrassed.

He couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t. He laughed. The situation he was in was just too ridiculous.

Lily’s face became even more red, if that was even possible. “W-Why are you laughing? This is embarrassing!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Harry apologized, finally getting under the bed’s covers with Lily belatedly following him. “I guess this day turned out differently than I thought it would.”

“You could say that again.” Lily smirked and gave him a kiss. When it broke she pulled away and looked at him in a way he couldn’t quite understand. “I’m surprised you haven’t said anything about my… you know.”

About her dildo? “Why would I say anything?”

Lily blinked before sighing and giving him a nice heated kiss. “Nevermind, let’s just get some rest.”

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Her eyes opened slowly to the morning light, having woken from a better sleep than she had experienced in some time. She wiped the morning dust from her eyes, slowly waking up as she felt the world around her.

She could feel something holding her tight, and looked down to see a male arm holding her lovingly. That’s right, I went to bed with Harry. Lily smiled, loving the way he held her.

She softly sighed and wiggled deeper into his grasp, feeling his strong male form press up against her own. Her back pressed against his strong chest, his face against her hair, both their legs intertwined, and his leg pressed between her bum-

Her eyes widened in shock. That wasn’t his leg. She wiggled a small amount, feeling a no-doubt massive penis poke in between her cheeks. The redhead suppressed a gasp, intimately feeling the gigantic cockhead press between the two large cheeks of her fat arse. It was huge, bigger than any cock she could imagine, and it was Harry’s.

She could feel her own breath getting heavier, the pulsing of his cock as it remained hard as steel against her clothed core. She slowly moved against it, rubbing the thick shaft against her core as her hand went to her mouth to suppress her moans.

She was a size queen, a woman with a fetish for monster cocks. And Harry was her dream man, someone with the right equipment to make her dreams come true. And that was exactly what she had, dreams, being a virgin her whole life and only having the intermittent magazine or movie actor to masturbate too on television.

Her bum grinded against him, softly dry-humping Harry’s morning wood as she chased her release. Suddenly Harry moved in his slumber, his body instinctively pulling her closer as his arm came closer to her breasts. It had the effect of pushing his hard cock even further into her bum, stimulating her even more. Lily bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, desperately trying to satiate herself.

“Mum?” Came Harry’s voice suddenly.

Lily gasped, turning her head to look at an awake Harry out of the corner of her eye.

“I mean… Lily.” Harry corrected, clearly trying to wake up. “Sorry.”

He called me Mom. She bit her lip, the thought causing her lust to skyrocket.

“It’s kind of kinky.” Lily replied.

“What is?” Harry asked.

“You calling me your Mother.” Lily grinded against his hard shaft, and gave him a teasing smirk. “I like it.”

Harry stiffened, no doubt realizing the position they were in. “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay.” Lily interrupted him, trying to soothe his nerves. Like a mother would. “I can take care of it for you, if you want?”

It was an offer she had never made before, one no doubt Harry was surprised by. But she wanted to take care of him, to handle that huge cock and make him cum all over her.

“…If you’re okay with it.” Harry answered after a minute of hesitation.

She moved the covers away, exposing his clothed bulge that poked against her big fat bum. Lily maneuvered so she was suddenly between his legs and then pushed his trousers down, and everything from there seemed to happen in slow motion. A massive cock erupted from his shorts, bigger than even she could have imagined and pulsing with thick veins. At the bottom of it rested two huge balls, each capable of overflowing her palm, with a thick head at the tip of the shaft that looked intimidating.

“It-It’s fucking huge!” Lily breathed in sharply, staring at the monster cock.

She reached out and grabbed it, slowly wrapping both her hands around Harry’s shaft, and finding she didn’t even come close to covering it. Her eyes widened as it quivered in her grasped, pulsing with blood as it seemed to desperately beg for her to take care of it. She moved in, getting closer and closer as her mouth widened in preparation to pleasure him.

I’m going to give him the blowjob of his life. And she meant it. Lily didn’t want Harry to leave her, especially when she was an old unwanted muggleborn who only had a few more years left in order to get pregnant. She feared that he would find a different girl, someone younger and better able to take care of his needs, and she desperately wanted him to stay with her.

Her mouth came closer and closer, widening more and more as she prepared to take in the head of his shaft. No girl will be able to give him a blowjob half as good as this one!

“Stop.”

The sudden command froze her in her tracks, making her veins feel like ice. Did Harry no longer want to be with her? Why did he tell her to stop?

Lily hesitantly looked up at him, finding him staring back at her and looking conflicted.

“I need to tell you something.”

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“So you believe that you are from another dimension.”

Lily stared at him, as they both awkwardly sat next to each other. “And that you fell through the Veil of Death, and somehow ended up… here.”

Harry nodded, looking at her and then looking away. “Yes.”

“Oh.” Lily said, because what else could she say?

“There’s more to it than that.” Harry continued.

“More?”

Harry nodded, looking very worried. “In the other world, where I was from… you were my mother.”

It took her a minute to digest what he said, a strange feeling unlike anything she had ever felt before came to the surface. The first feeling was of pure bewilderment, knowing that she had never had a son. The next was of nausea, knowing that the man she was in a relationship with viewed her as his mother.

“Oh my god.” Lily said, finally speaking, and causing Harry to wince. She felt bad about her initial reaction, and rested a hand on Harry’s shoulder to comfort him. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“Is it really?” Harry muttered. “I mean, I know you’re not my Mom, but it still feels like I’m doing something wrong.”

“But you’re not.” Lily stated, fervently wanting to get that thought out of his head. “I might look like your Mother, but I’ve certainly not had any children. You’re clearly James and Marlene’s son, meaning we’re not related at all, and that it is perfectly fine for us to be in a relationship.”

Harry looked at her as if she was crazy. “H-How are you so okay with this?”

“I’m a muggleborn, Harry, a long time ago I accept that just when you think you’ve learned everything there is to know about magic, something new always comes along.” Lily suddenly giggled. “It’s also kind of kinky for us to be together. Don’t get me wrong, I love being with you, just don’t start calling me Mommy anytime soon.”

Harry blushed brightly, and she laughed.

Lily suddenly realized something, something horrible, and straightened up. “I know that you said you were the Boy-Who-Lived where you came from, does that mean I was… dead?”

Harry swallowed and shakily nodded. “Yes. You died protecting me from Voldemort when I was a baby. After that I was raised by your sister, Petunia and Vernon.”

“Oh Harry, I’m so sorry.” Lily’s words had all the sincerity in the world. “That’s horrible, and I’m also sorry for how terrible my sister is. Trust me, I know.”

“Thanks.” Harry smiled. “And it’s nice to finally meet someone who also dislikes the Dursleys.”

“Despises them would be a better description.” She growled. “I can believe they raised you alongside that fat lard of a son.”

“Dudley?”

“Yes. Him.” She growled.

Harry snorted.

She turned to him, feeling like their connection had deepened even more with their conversation. She already liked Harry a lot, but now Lily knew that she was simply in love with the boy who could have been part of her family. And she decided in that moment she would give him a family.

A/N:

This is the second part of this short story, with only one more part left.

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