Harry And His Mother Lemon Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Please stop it. I'm not baby." "Is this because of Harry?" My mom asked. She knew I had a crush on Harry since we were kids. Mothers always find their way of knowing things. She was never in support of me dating Shawn. She thought I could ruin their friendship. Well, that's happening slowly and I can't even stop it. The way I feel for Harry can't be explained. He's like a drug. "Mom.. don't." I stop her from asking questions. "You still have feelings for him, don't you?" My mom searches for an answer in my eyes.

Eve released her hug from Kimberly, but the girl in front of her was still frozen, not even responding at all. "Mommy! Don't embarrass me." Harry's face turned red, like a teenager in love. Seeing her son shy like a young girl made Eve excited to tease him. "Do you know, Kim? Harry is like a little kid when he talks about you. He's so enthusiastic and always excited." "Mom!" Harry interrupted so his mother would stop talking. "Don't listen to her, Kim. My Mom always exaggerates." He pulled Kimberly slightly towards his father, who was not far from them.

"That's right, that year I killed your mother, I took her place as Lady Levi. Haha, you can't blame me anyway, blame your mother for being unlucky to marry Levi Smith. . harry potter fanfic She laughed in madness like a psycho. This aspect of hers he had never seen before. Was it because he exaggerated something earlier that she reacted so strongly? But that's okay, anyway, this is the result he expected, it might be even better than expected. “Your mother-in-law and you are both something that should disappear from this world.

Harry is nothing like him. “Lily,” my mom frowns, giving me a very offended look, “What is this? You sound like you’re on Harry’s side.” I am. “He wanted me here,” I say, my eyes stinging, “I thought he was an asshole, I thought he didn’t give a shit about me, but he did. You are the one who shoved me out of my home and kept me out, even when I wanted to come back.” “I was protecting you,” she whispers, her voice cracking and her eyes wet again, “Yes, Harry loves you… but he loves Damon more.”

Harry replied, a sense of nostalgia washing over him. "Man, nothing much has changed. It's just how it used to be except that most of our homies are no longer there." "Everyone is tryna to get out of there and get a good life for themselves you know..." Harry concluded. "Yeah I get that." Get-high agreed. "I saw your mom too." "Hmm?" Harry asked, unsure what Get-high met when he said he saw his mother. He had forgotten when she said she was on her business trip and it was definetely not Brooklyn.

Uncle Harry shouts. Mom picks up the pace and is furiously jacking uncle Harry's cock in and out of her mouth with her hand. Uncle Harry is responding by pushing his ass higher off the bed, trying to get more of his cock into her mouth. With a single tremor, uncle Harry shoves his ass up way up off the bed and holds it there, his tense body jerking spastically against mom's mouth. Watching my mom sucking and swallowing uncle Harry's cum, is the last straw for me and jerking my hand wildly I shoot my load into a tissue, as mom finishes swallowing uncle Harry's cum. On the computer monitor, mom is cleaning up uncle Harry's cock with her tongue then lies down on top of him with her head on his

“Now that I think about it, you and Harry have always been pretty close, haven’t you? Last year, you helped arrange a hospital bed for his mother. People even saw you two having dinner afterward. I should’ve realized earlier that you were working together!” “That’s a lie!” Harry’s face instantly turned red with anger, his fists clenched tight. “Dr. Lane helped me out of kindness! My mother is bedridden with paralysis. He was worried I wouldn’t have time to care for her, so he arranged a hospital bed for her! Don’t twist something good into something filthy!”

“I hope he is.” Harry strode into the room. He adjusted his tie saying, “I know he is.” He gave Mom a quick kiss before turning back to me. “I am proud of you, so your dad must be.” He gave me a wink and filled my plate with food. My throat tightened again, but I cleared it. “Thanks, Harry, but can we cut out the mush? I swear if I cry and ruin my makeup I’m gonna throw something heavy at you.” He gave me the appropriate expression of horror. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” He prepared a plate for mom and handed it to her when she sat down.

Harry roared into the phone. "Hold on, Harry. I'll be there at once!" Willow hung up right after that. Harry then looked up, his eyes as sharp as knives, as he said to Damian and Douglas, "My mom will be here very soon! And you're both going to be dead meat when she's here!" Damian smirked disdainfully. "Oh, really? Did you think that Douglas would be afraid of you? "The fact that he dared to break your leg means that he doesn't give a damn about your mommy. When she gets here, he'll still beat her up like she's nothing!"

Dressed in a small button-down shirt and neat pants. He looked exactly like his father. Same serious expression. Same careful control. In his hands, he held a small bouquet of daisies. Slightly crushed from the walk over. “Hello, Luna,” he said formally. Then, with great ceremony, he held out the flowers. “These are for you.” Luna Hayes-Cross squealed. Grabbed the flowers with both marker-stained hands. Several petals fell immediately. “They’re SO PRETTY! Mateo, you’re the BEST! Come see my new castle! I built it out of ALL the pillows!”