A blond Aphrodite lookalike stepped out of the floo of the Potter cottage, black tailored robes emphasizing every mouth-watering curve on the sinful body, making those childbearing hips pop out for visual gratification for a nonexistent male.
Anastasia Greengrass shook her long blond locks before waving her wand over her body, vanishing all the shoot and ash from her clothes. Looking around the quiet and pristine-looking visiting parlor of the Potter's, the blond matriarch let out a satisfied smile. The small expanded bag hanging from her elbows swung around as the woman swiveled her head in all directions, planning to get stuffed on every surface by the only resident of the house. And for that, she had gone on a shopping spree just yesterday, buying more than a dozen different lingeries and stockings, all stuffed inside the charmed bag—having made a plan to spend the entire week in Lily's residence.
Just keeping an eye on Lily's young son in her absence.
That she had not packed any everyday robes or clothes except lacy bras and panties for her entire stay was purely accidental.
Telling her employees of her unavailability for the entire week also ensured that she would be undisturbed by any mundane matters of the Greengrass business.
Just as she was planning to ascend the main staircase, a loud pop almost made her stumble in shock. Anastasia turned around toward the unexpected sound, hands clutching her heart as it tried to leap out of her throat at the sudden, loud noise.
"Yes, what do you be wanting miss?"
Her grey pupils widened in alarm to hear the squeaky voice of a female elf. The presence of the small family elf pointed out the glaring mistake of her carefully crafted plans—the blond could have kicked herself for overlooking such an obvious obstacle in her path.
Anastasia let out a nervous chuckle, earlier confidence vanishing at the accusing round eyes of the small creature.
"Hello, I… I just came to check on Lily's son, uhm… what's your name, again?"
Even though the Greengrass matriarch towered over the tiny female elf, the uncharacteristic, condescending sneer on the elf's face made her feel smaller than even a smoking Hinkypunk.
"Who's you to mistress Lily?"
"Oh! She is my best friend, you see." Anastasia said, smiling nervously at her exaggeration.
"Mistress has taken young master to a friend's house. You be going now."
What?
The fear of getting tattled to Lily by the elf vanished from Anastasia's mind, replaced by the fury of being denied the only thing that she had craved lately.
That fucking red-headed bitch!
That morning, Potter household
A miserable Harry Potter trudged down the staircase, a heavy backpack weighing him down on his descent. The last couple of days of forced isolation by his mother took a heavy toll on his ecstatic mood from the last week. Sitting in his bedroom all day and thinking about the magical time he spent with Ron's and Draco's mothers only piled into his misery. Even his trouser snake seemed restless throughout his punishment, the usual method of vigorous rubbing to coax it to slither back into its nest with mellow satisfaction, failing miserably. Its desire was now only quenched by the warm, wet caverns of busty women from the past.
He tried to glare at his mother's back, eyes unintentionally falling on her swaying arse, encased in a loose traveling cloak but still hinting at their round, bulging perfection.
The black-haired young man twisted his head sideways, bile rising in his throat at the way he was just ogling his own mother's behind.
Damn my perverted, horny mind.
Now, he really regrated ingesting that unknown potion in his desperation. His problem of getting easily aroused in the presence of beautiful females expedited with the passage of time.
"Harry?" His mother's perplexed voice reached his ears.
"Oh… umm… what?" Harry stuttered. Both mother and son now stood at the visiting parlor of the Potter house, just beside the fireplace; causing Harry to curse mentally for his inattentiveness.
"Did you pack everything for the week?" Lily asked.
"Yeah. But where exactly are we going? You didn't mention last night."
Lily Potter grimaced at her son's question, biting her lips, vision filtering around to search for an apt response. She really hated following through with her boss's request of traveling to mainland Europe in the Greengrass's stead, but she didn't have any other choice. Especially after the fiasco of collecting potion samples without their approval for her experiments. She was perfectly aware that Anastasia would never take any disciplinary action for her faux pas, but still…
She really had no choice but to attend this boring guild event. In other circumstances, she might have even enjoyed spending a week in the picturesque magical valley of Switzerland, but in the current scenario of her friends swarming like hungry vultures over her son's young meat, leaving him alone without her own supervision was just inviting them to feast on the unsuspecting wizard.
He would probably enjoy it even…
She had at first thought of making Harry stay in the Potter cottage alone under Blinky's supervision, assured enough that an eighteen-year-old young man could keep himself out of harm's way for just seven days. But knowing the elf's soft spot for her son, she couldn't be sure that Blinky would stop him if he really tried to escape from their home somehow. And of course, the incident from yesterday also was a deciding factor in her future decision.
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"So, Lily, where would your son stay for the week in your absence? He could stay with me for the duration; if you would like."
Lily's eyebrows raised at the nonchalant Anastasia's proposal, the bored disinterest on the blond Greengrass matriarch's face almost fooled the redhead woman. Well, before she spotted the redness of her cheeks that her friend struggled mightily from encompassing her entire pale face.
"Hmm… thanks for the offer, Ana. But I think he is big enough to stay on his own for just a week."
Lily paid close attention this time to her friend's expressions—and sure enough hidden behind her casual shrug of disinterest, a tiny sliver of triumph glinted in the blond's grey orbs.
"Yeah, he is almost an adult, anyway. Well, I better be going. I have to go shopping, you see. And for Morgana's sake, take the time to enjoy your stay there Lils, don't just coop yourself in your hotel room, all the time."
Anastasia Greengrass sauntered out of her workstation with a jaunty wave, almost like a cat that just got the canary, leaving a contemplative redhead in her wake.
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"Mom!"
Her son's agitated shout dragged her from her reverie. His curious emerald eyes looked into her identical ones in askance. Taking a deep breath, the beautiful redhead started,
"Harry… umm… I have to travel to Switzerland for the duration of next week." Lily cleared her throat. "Work-related, you see. So, you are going to live with a friend of mine for the time being."
His son's morose expression almost flipped on its head in eagerness.
"Really?" Harry Potter squeaked, blushing bright red at the unmanly sound that his throat had somehow produced.
"Yes, now come along, I will leave you there before catching my portkey." Lily Potter turned on her heels and marched toward the main gate, expression souring at her son's sudden brightened mood at the news of being separated from her.
Harry Potter stumbled on his steps, never really getting the hang of side-along apparition despite dozens of repeated exposures.
The Potter heir took large gulps of air to soothe his protesting stomach; his mother's gentle hands rubbed over his hunched back, an indistinguishable coo of soothing whisper reaching his ears.
Getting himself under control, Harry steadied himself, eyes scanning his surroundings. Neither the earthy overgrown gravel outside the Burrow nor the wide gleaming granites of the Malfoy manor's entranceway greeted his eyes.
Damn, there goes my hopes of paradise…
The typical English suburb that spanned in front of his vision looked almost identical to the Private drive of his infamous aunt's address that his mom took him to once, a few years ago. Well, with some glaring differences. The houses on either side of the wide driveway seemed spaced farther apart than the private drive's congested cookie-cutter design. And the houses also seemed a lot more affluent and well-maintained.
Neither the Grimmauld palace nor the Longbottom manor would be found in this part of the muggle neighborhood.
The Potter heir turned in his mother's direction, eyebrows scrunching at their presence in this unknown neighborhood. "Mom! Where the hell are we?"
Lily Potter gave a small smirk in her son's direction, correctly guessing his elation previously and thrilled about dousing cold water over whatever plans he was cooking about her slutty friends.
"Why, It's Healer Tonks' House, of course." The redhead chortled good-naturedly. "We have become excellent friends after she started handling your father's case."
"But… but why her? Why not your other friends?" The young wizard almost whined in his mother's direction. The thought of living with the famous Andromeda Tonks, whose mere name seemed to intimidate her other sisters, didn't bode well for the now terrified teenager. "I barely even know her."
"Because, my dear, you are still in the middle of your punishment and I trust Andi more than anybody to keep you in check in my absence." Lily smiled sweetly at Harry's nervous swallowing.
Of course, Lily didn't trust even one of her other friends to not engage in immoral activities with her son if given the chance, Anastasia included. Not that she could say that to Harry.
"Let's not keep Andromeda waiting anymore, shall we?" And with that declaration, the Potter matriarch stalked ahead of her still-stumped son, a satisfied smile blooming on her pretty face.
'Why am I even surprised?'
That was the young Potter heir's thought as he sneaked a few glances at the woman buzzing around in the kitchen, preparing dinner after coming from her work. The red blouse, though, completely covered her chest region—Unfortunately, Harry didn't think there was a single piece of female clothing in the wizarding world that could truly hide the sheer enormity of the eldest Black sister's endowment.
And he thought that aunt Bellatrix was the bustiest among the Black sisters…
Seriously, why the hell are all of mother's friends seem to carry pillows in their chests?
Harry shifted uneasily in his seat, thankful that the dining table was covering his lower half from the woman's gaze.
"Do… do you… need any help?" Harry broke the silence of the kitchen with his nervous stutter, cursing himself mentally for making a fool of himself in front of the voluptuous woman.
"Thanks for your offer, Mr. Potter. But I am almost finished here." The violet-eyed, black-haired housewife turned slightly to answer his queries before turning back to her kitchen counter.
"Umm… where's your family, if I may ask?"
"My daughter lives in her flat at Diagon and my husband is running late today." Andromeda Tonks replied curtly, without turning in his direction.
Harry wondered if he was imposing on their hospitalities by the woman's behavior; getting angry at his mother for placing him there.
The boredom of sitting in the guest bedroom aside; if he had to face the same passive aggression from the woman for an entire week, then his stay here would turn out into a nightmare, quickly.
The young wizard shut his gob for the rest of the dinner, finishing his plate in haste without appearing impolite. Just as he was about to greet the woman a curtsy goodnight before fleeing to his assigned room, the estranged Black sister started a conversation for the first time that night.
"Lily specified that you are to remain grounded for your entire stay here." Harry was just grimacing in his mind (just great!) before she continued, "that means you are to remain inside this house whenever I am doing my shift. Moreover, this house has a ward that would let me know if you used your wand without my permission. So, keep that in mind."
Harry ground his teeth in anger. So, his mother basically put him in this prison and gave the key to this stacked, pushy brunette who clearly hated his presence there.
As if his life was not already complicated enough.
Giving a jerky nod in her direction along with a mumbled 'good night', Harry stalked toward his bedroom, wondering if he should give his mother the silent treatment for the rest of the summer for putting him in this hell.
"Andi! Please slow down!"
Andromeda Tonks ignored her husband's pleading, jumping up and down on her husband's dick with reckless abandon. Well, jumping would be a misnomer, considering she would get dislodged from Ted's average-sized dick if she became too enthusiastic. Grinding would be a more accurate description.
Frigging her clit vigorously with her left hand while mauling her bra-encased mammaries with the right, Andromeda tried to reach that elusive nirvana before her husband's spasming dick spurted the meager amount of seed that was stored inside the below-hanging balls.
"Ungg…m so good Andi…"
Ted gulped huge amounts of oxygen, the vestiges of a once fit body straining to hold on to his orgasm any longer.
"Please, Ted! Just a little longer!" The stacked brunette pleaded to her husband, fingers drumming on her protruding cunt nerves even faster.
"Fuck!" With that loud curse, Theodore Tonks lost his battle against his wife's still impressively tight hole, the heat of the clenching pussy-muscles undoing his effort to last more than a couple of minutes in their weekly sex session.
Andromeda Tonks stilled above her spasming husband's form, eyes widening in panic at the rapid retreat of her onrushing orgasm. Tightening her core muscles, she raised her fat butt, intending upon raining some long thrusts upon the jerking pole of Ted's. Unfortunately, in her haste, the shrinking dick slipped out of her hole, losing its hardness with alarming speed.
"Stop Andi! I'm tired—" Andromeda Tonks was just thinking about coaxing her husband's penis back to hardness when his sleepy mumble reached her ears, chasing away the remaining embers of arousal from her body.
The disgusted brunette scuttled away from the closed-eyed, gasping form of her husband, lips curling in distaste to see him almost on the verge of fainting. Andromeda took some deep breaths to chase away the rising anger over her husband's pathetic performance, the repeated failures every week grating her nerves.
Just as she turned away from her husband and plopped her naked butt at the corner of their large king-sized bed, Soft snores rang from her behind, causing her to lament about yet another week of the unsatisfied itch of her hungry cunt's prevailing. She could, of course, try to get herself off by a muggle toy, her daughter leaving a really large one in her bedroom in her hurry to shift to her flat after joining the Aurors. But what was the point of an orgasm without a large, hard male organ thrusting inside her through the entire process?
She never really enjoyed using a toy, the use of her hand to direct it inside her fanny, a huge turnoff for the estranged Black sister.
She could hardly remember the last time she had an earth-shattering orgasm from a large, hard cock. Well, certainly not after that night inside St. Mungo's unused storage room, getting plowed by that ugly grungy-looking sweeper during her night shift.
Andromeda Tonks blushed uncontrollably. That single act of infidelity during a turbulent time in her marriage always filled her with shame at her past weakness.
She had to stop herself from searching for that squib and begging for a repeat performance multiple times already. The guilt of her past promiscuity was the main reason that she had put extra effort for the last few years in her marriage, fixing a particular day in the week to get intimate with her husband, even dressing provocatively to rouse the seldom interested man's lust for her body.
But these frequent disappointments were rapidly crumbling her resolve to stay faithful to her pathetic husband. Not to mention her upbringing as a Black daughter also rebelled at the thought of laying with a squib again.
Maybe searching for another partner would be more agreeable…
Yes, she was perfectly aware of her gorgeousness — the constant ogling of every other man during her rounds in the loose-fitted standard blue healer robes left no doubt in her mind that wizards would line up for an affair if she showed any sign of interest.
Andromeda looked downward, dragging the tight fabric of her bra below her heaving tits, letting her huge breasts out of their confinement.
The curly-haired brunette snorted mentally; Ted's tendency to burst his nuts within a couple of minutes of watching her pale tit-flesh bounce prompted her to cage her sweater puppies in their tight prison.
Not that it made any difference…
The slow gathering of liquid below her pussy-lips dragged her attention. Andromeda put her fingers inside her unsatisfied pussy and brought the accumulated semen in front of her eyes; nose wrinkling in distaste at the watery, thin quality of her husband's cum.
Once upon a time, she loved sleeping through the night with her pussy filled with Ted's cum. But now…
I need a hot shower…
The once proud Black daughter got up from her marital bed; picking up her wand from the bedside table. The bra-wearing woman shuffled out of her bedroom, outrageous curves jiggling with her every step.
The still annoyed brunette waved her wand methodically over her wet tresses, the shower barely improving her mood. Walking across from the second-floor bathroom to the master bedroom, the irate woman's steps faltered just outside her current guest's bedroom.
A furious, wet 'clap-clap' sound emanated beneath the closed doors of their guest quarter. The curious woman pressed her ears against the wooden door, eyes growing large at the rapid increase in sound at her proximity.
'How the hell is that brat making this much racket?'
Andromeda pointed her wand at the door and cycled through her vast knowledge of charms.
'Perspicuus!'
The wood turned into a one-way glass, conveying the happening in the bedroom to a shocked older woman.
Morgana…
One hour earlier, the guest bedroom
Harry Potter stared at the ceiling above his bed, shifting restlessly without a wink of sleep. He wished that a regular dreamless potion could cure this sleep deprivation of his. Alas, his condition was far from the basic insomnia of elderly people. The massive tent that was almost lifting the fabric of his boxers over a foot above his groin was a glaring symptom of his current cause of sleeplessness. The disease that started just after he stooped putting his snake in his aunts' dirty, wet pits. Unfortunately, the only cure for him was completely out of reach at the moment.
'I wonder if aunt Cissa sent that invitation yet?'
Harry's thought of his gorgeous blond aunt had the side effect of bringing an even more voluptuous brunette with a similar look to the forefront of his mind. He mentally grumbled about his mother's cruel decision to leave him with the intimidating Andromeda Tonks for the week.
Even the ultra-conservative blouse and skirt of his hostess could not hide those huge jugs of hers that should be a crime to keep hidden, anyway. Combined with an almost identical look to Draco's mom…
It's almost like his mother's way of taunting him, leaving him with a woman who possessed Molly Weasley's curves, complimented by Narcissa Malfoy's looks. Almost a perfect mixture of his two previous fuck-partners.
Fuck…
Harry Potter exhaled loudly, hands fishing out his angry, swollen cock by lowering the elastic of his boxers under his balls. His resolution to not jerk at a stranger's house crumbled on the first night itself.
Harry closed his eyes, trying to imagine Daphne's beautiful features or Susan's buxom physique writhing under his body, tugging at his cock roughly for quick gratification.
But the large-breasted young Susan's features morphed in his mind's eye; hair lightening to a shade closer to orange, a youthful face transforming into a dimpled older but still pretty face, large round teenage titties growing to enormous size—a young busty heartthrob turning into a dick-stiffening, stacked older milf.
The Potter heir could still remember the day of his reckoning with clarity, the day his tastes changed irrevocably, from girls his own age to curvy mature women.
The Burrow, more than a week earlier
A sweaty Harry Potter wrinkled his nose at the rotten smell that seemed to be stuck in his hair, swearing at the twins' juvenile prank of flinging dungbombs in his direction after the culmination of their pickup game of quidditch.
Fucking Sore losers…
The black-haired wizard sprinted across the vast open space of the Weasley orchard, almost puking at the foul odor clinging to his nostrils.
Harry climbed over the threshold of the Burrow, praying he would not face Ron's mother, requiring him to explain the reason for his stink.
Just as he was crossing the Weasley's dining space, striding toward the alcove of their fireplace on tiptoes; Molly Weasley's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Harry dear, why are you sneaking toward the floo like a thief?"
Harry Potter cursed at his misfortune, turning toward his aunt figure hesitantly.
"Uhm… I was just going to my home." Harry Potter shuffled back, trying to put as much distance between himself and his mother's friend as possible.
Harry thought for a moment to sprint toward the floo and jump into the fire, watching the woman come toward him around the kitchen counter, wiping her hands in her checkered apron.
Well, let's just get this indignation over with…
The Potter heir ducked his head as the short redheaded woman sniffed around, nose wrinkling in disgust.
"What happened to you, dearie?"
"Well, Fred and George—" Harry started.
"Tho…those reckless, stupid, juvenile, thickheaded—" Harry almost winced at the loud shout that Mrs. Weasley let out, her words entangling with each other in her rage, "—just wait until I get my hands on them."
Now Harry almost felt bad for the troublesome twin's fortune at the hands of the panting woman. Almost…
"Maybe… I should go, now." Harry said, taking a few steps in the floo's direction.
"Nonsense dearie, go take a shower upstairs." Molly Weasley said. Her previously wrathful face rearranged into a motherly smile.
"Really, no need for that… I could go bac—"
"I couldn't face Lily if I let you return like this. Go freshen yourself, dear."
Harry Potter nodded his head, turning around and climbing the rickety steps of the Burrow morosely, knowing the futility of arguing with the stubborn older woman.
If only he had turned around, it would have shocked him to see the motherly smile of the fuming Mrs. Weasley transforming into a delightful anticipatory smirk.
Molly Weasley almost crowed mentally as the ascending figure of Lily's son escaped her line of sight, hands unfastening the knot of her apron in her back hurriedly.
Well, for unknowingly helping their mother fulfill her heart's greatest desire, she would not scold the twins for the entire summer—that was the skittering woman's last thought before she started tidying the kitchen, not wanting to get disturbed for the next couple of hours, at least.
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The young wizard stood beneath the shower head of the Weasley bathroom, the foams from repeated shampooing dribbling down his naked body by the mild-tempered water's continuous flow. Harry squinted his eyes, searching for the rack of folded towels that he had seen while entering the bathroom.
Just as he was thinking about turning off the shower and drying himself up; two huge, round, fleshy appendages pushed against his back, almost making him jump in fright. He was about to turn around when two small hands took hold of his wet, slumbering dick in a tight grip, stopping him dead in his track.
What the fuck…
"I think you still need to clean up, you dirty boy." A husky female voice whispered in his ears. The running water from above muted the tone, but still, the owner of the voice became crystal clear in his mind.
"Aunt Molly! What are you—"
"Shhh… don't argue with me, love." And for added emphasis tugged the slowly hardening monster downward, distending the flesh and cartilage.
The reflex to fight back against his molester died before even properly forming in his mind. A complete virgin like Harry Potter, who had not even had his first kiss with the opposite gender, couldn't find enough willpower to put up any resistance against Ron's mother's mauling of his penis.
And, against any unknown woman, he could have still stood a chance of controlling his body's reaction and stopping the rapid blood flow southward, swelling his sexual organ to their immense size. Unfortunately for him, the woman turned out to be his closest aunt figure, his mother's friend—Molly Weasley.
The same woman that fueled his daily masturbation session for the last few years, whose huge udders hidden inside those baggy clothes always stole his attention from time to time in their presence, making him sneak a few hidden peeks at her bulging breasts. But even though he always admired one of his closest friend's mother discreetly, it was always within his horny teenage mind; perfectly aware that the stacked woman was like a forbidden fruit—perfect for silent appreciation from afar but never taking a bite out of it.
It was almost inevitable that the stimulation from the experienced woman would coax out all the blood from his heart to his pumping dick; the immense girth separating her closed grips forcefully.
"Fucking hell! Look at the glaring beast." The obsessively proper woman's sudden spewing of such vulgarity near his ears caused the young wizard to blush tomato red. "I almost forgot how fucking big it can get."
What?
"What do you mean by that aunt Molly?" Harry asked, eyebrows furrowing in remembrance of when exactly Ron's mother could have seen him naked.
Molly Weasley grimaced at the slip of her tongue, the obliviation part of the boys' escaping her mind in excitement. The redhead placed wet kisses on Harry's shoulder, hands blurring urgently over the completely erect dick to cover for her blunder.
"Nothing dear!" Molly said. "It's just a lot bigger than I imagined."
Just as Harry was opening his mouth to argue more, the overhead shower stopped spurting water; the sudden sensory deprivation of the liquid's comforting touch somehow heightened the erotic overdose of the situation.
It also jolted him from his pleasurable state of mind. Harry struggled out of the busty woman's embrace, ignoring her desperate attempt to hug him back to her bosom.
A dripping-wet Harry Potter turned around to face Ron's mother, the immorality of getting touched by a married woman giving the young man a much-needed wake up call. The argument against her action was at the tip of his tongue when his vision fell on the equally wet older woman.
Shit! I shouldn't have turned around.
Harry had to admit that the hundreds of times that he had imagined how Ron's mother would look without clothes paled in comparison to the real thing—with the usually unkempt long reddish-orange hair plastered to her pale face, droplets of water falling from the long strands' end, the unusually pretty face conveying an indecent hunger, brown eyes dilated as if in the presence of the tastiest piece of treat they had ever seen; milky white skin glistening with the untimely shower, emphasizing their near flawless complexion. His dick jerked frantically when his eyes stopped at her breasts; massive round tit-flesh sagging slightly with their immense weight, the paleness blending into the perfect pink of the large areolas, finishing with the nipple— wait what's that?
The Potter heir's heart thudded in his chest. That single instance from that pervert Dean's playwizard magazine flashed across his eyes from last year. The image of the busty blond with a similar absence of any noticeable protrusion of nipples.
What the hell did Dean call that?
Hmm…
Yes! Inverted nipples.
Harry swallowed thickly; those dick-hardening breasts aside, from the curve of her hips along with the hidden pink treasure at the juncture of Mrs. Weasley's legs scrambled his brains of all the morals that his mother had installed in him to date.
Harry tried remembering the ever-affable and kind Arthur Weasley—the man who had always been kind and patient with him throughout his life, saving him along with his friends multiple times from their mothers' wraith by covering up their wrongdoings.
Harry closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, trying to chase away the alluring sight of the said man's naked wife.
"No, we shouldn't be doing this—" Harry backpedaled in panic.
Molly Weasley cursed her husband in her mind for not checking the showerhead's water-conjuring enchantment even after her repeated complaints of its malfunction.
'It really has to stop now, of all times?'
Just a few more minutes of her seduction; and Lily's son would have tried to carve his place inside her belly with his hammer, but no… her stupid luck just had to throw a monkey wrench into her plans.
She would have applauded Lily for raising such a good and moral young man if it wouldn't have interfered with her own satisfaction.
"Come on, Harry. Don't you want these?" Molly Weasley cupped her huge breasts in her small hands, having noticed his fascination with her milk-tanks.
A heavily panting Harry backpedaled with his eyes glued to those abundance of tit-flesh overflowing his friend's mother's hands, thus completely missing the slippery surface of the bathroom floor; falling on his ass at the loss of his footing with a loud 'oomph' of agony.
Molly Weasley, seeing the sprawled form of the Potter heir, pounced on the groaning young man's naked, wet body like a hungry lioness.
Gotcha…
The Weasley matriarch draped her naked body over the still out-of-it wizard, left hand hefting the veiny, reddish, pre-cum sprouting dick.
"Let aunt Molly take all of your pain away."
Harry Potter slowly recovered from the hard bump to his head, feeling a considerable weight over his torso, not to mention the 'shlick-shlick' sound and the pleasurable tugging of his penis by a small, soft hand.
'Huh!'
Just as he was making sense of his situation, the smiling visage of Ron's mother floated above his face. Harry looked downward to see two enormous orbs of pale flesh swayed just a foot away from his suddenly dry lips.
Harry tried to scrounge every bit of his willpower to push away the busty woman above him. The thought of engaging sexually with a married woman clashing with all the moral lessons that his mother entrenched in his mind from childhood. Alas, his mother only taught him strong ethics and moral fibres, not the secret of sainthood.
Though, undoubtedly, the big-titted succubus above him could have probably tempted even the staunchest celibate saint with her ultra lewd body.
Harry exhaled loudly, closing his eyes and praying for forgiveness from Mr. Weasley for what he was about to do to his wife.
After all, he was only a horny teenage boy.
Molly Weasley gasped loudly as Lily's reluctant son suddenly lifted his head and placed a loud, wet smooch over her wet areola; tongue darting out and probing the tip of the crinkled flesh.
"Yes! Yes! Suck my tits, love!" Molly Weasley tugged Harry's hair with her free hand, mashing his face into her tit-flesh, suffocating him in its heft. "Fucking munch on Mommy's teats!"
The young wizard inhaled his wank-fantasy' udders, slobbering all over the raised pink flesh shoved inside his mouth. Harry bit around the tip harshly; idle hands slowly joining in the act—squeezing the layers of motherly fat all over Molly's body.
Molly stopped jerking the huge meat of the sucking wizard, eyes closing in ecstasy as her too sensitive nipple shed its shyness and peeked above its den, directly into the assaulting mouth of the horny Potter heir.
"Fuck! do you want my milk, you bastard?" Molly whined loudly, breath escaping in short pants. "Nnnnnggghhhh! Did you jerk your stupid dick thinking about me? Did you, you stupid hung boy?"
Harry took no notice of the delirious woman's rambling. Sucking the fat and perfect nipple that had protruded out took all of his attention. Turning his attention to the other neglected tit, Harry drove right in, biting harshly all over the tit-flesh, turning the pale flesh red with abuse.
"So good!" Molly Weasley groaned loudly, hardly breathing at the intensity of Lily's son's enthusiasm. She couldn't remember ever being on the receiving end of such utter worship of her humongous boobs. "Keep going! Don't stop! Don't you fucking dare stop!"
Harry felt lightheaded by the pressure that the woman exerted behind his head, as if wanting to glue his mouth with her chest permanently. If she didn't relent…
Still, that would be a glorious ending…
The Weasley matriarch finally loosened her grip on his hair, allowing the short-of-breath wizard to pull back his head from her tits and rest his head on the floor, breath heavy to compensate for the lack of oxygen.
Unfortunately, his relaxation was rudely interrupted as his eyes suddenly crossed in fear as two huge fatty arse-cheek eclipsed his vision, before plopping right over his closed lips, barely giving him the glimpse of a cleanly shaved pubic mound surrounding two large flappy, wrinkly folds, flushed blood red in desire.
Molly Weasley chuckled lightly after turning around and shoving her horny cunt directly into the wizard's mouth, lowering her own mouth to the towering pillar of the said wizard.
"Mmhh! This is what I deserve." Molly said, taking a thorough lick of the enormous dome of red glan. "A big fat lollipop to suck daily!"
An inexperienced Harry Potter was at his wit's end; the furious grounding of Ron's mother's wet pussy lips left him completely clueless about his next action. Not that his effort seemed needed.
Harry barely could open his mouth—her bitter and tangy taste flooded his taste-buds, dropping copious amount of female juice along with the still-clinging shower water directly on to his tongue. Harry tried to lash out his tongue at the mature petals of her; unfortunately, the randy woman just kept twisting her hips like riding a bucking bull. The redheaded milf ground her slit all over his face, marking him with her pussy-juice from his tongue to his nose, forcing him to literally revel in her essence.
"Mmhhhh!" Harry tried to protest through the mouthful, hands finally gripping and steading the bulging assmeat above his head—the wizard drove his tongue inside the wet heat, licking, kissing and making out clumsily in his attempt to please his older lover.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Molly crowed, "do you love your friend's mother's taste? When she just forces you to clean her dirty fanny with your tongue, you bastard!" her own hands now twisting her shy nipples, completely forgetting about her duty to reciprocate affection on the wizard's angry cock.
And then the desperately horny woman started shaking above the virgin wizard, legs and thighs just beside his trapped head shaking uncontrollably, and with a high squeal splashed her cunt-juice messily inside the Potter heir's open mouth, drowning him in her mature pussy's ejaculation.
"Oh fuck! So, fucking good! Nnnnnnggghhh!"
Molly Weasley came down from her earth-shattering orgasm, slowly lifting her booty from the cross-eyed, black-haired wizard, gurgling her pussy juice inside his mouth. Her arousal seemed to have only increased with the orgasm, the craving of getting stuffed by the still hard club of Harry filling her every pore.
Harry Potter moaned weakly, gulping down the tangy mouthful with relish. He wondered if his previous crushes would also smell and taste this good. Even though Ron's mother seemed to have a massive orgasm by the looks of it, his neglected dick protested furiously, waving like an angry troll's club.
"Poor dear, it must hurt to have to carry this gigantic sword all the time in your pants. Let me give you a proper tight sheath to holster it." Molly Weasley cooed, standing above the waving dick, almost salivating at the prospect of taking it inside her body.
Harry Potter just thrusted his hips upward, an impatient grunt escaping his lips.
"Have you done this before, Harry?" Molly asked, squatting above the towering flesh, breasts juddering in anticipation. "Or is Aunt Molly going to turn you a man from a boy?"
"No… I have never—" Harry stuttered ashamedly, aware that he might be the only boy in his class remaining a virgin.
Molly Weasley took hold of his burning erection in her hands and rubbed the massive curved bellend over her wrinkly folds teasingly, smirking at the way the lying wizard's breath hitched at her actions.
"Don't worry, dear. Your beautiful aunt is going to rectify that." The busty redhead moaned.
Harry whined at the busty redhead's teasing of his cockhead; a high-pitched grunt escaping his lips when she started smacking his dick over her flushed cunt like a fucking drum, angling the head directly at the prominent vibrating clitoris.
"Oh fuck! You fucking beast!"
With an angry shout, the Weasley matriarch angled the dickhead directly at her entrance before forcing herself on that thick poll abruptly, barely taking half of that massive length.
"Morgana!"
"Fuck!"
Two loud shouts of ecstasy rang through the humid bathroom, of the young boy shedding his last vestiges of innocence along with a woman fulfilling her greatest wish.
Harry's eyes rolled back inside his head, a long moan escaping his throat at the unbelievable heat that squeezed his manhood.
The feeling of floating on high cloud buzzing inside his brain, the young Potter's overwhelmed mind waxed poetic about entering a woman's pussy for the first time.
Is this sex or have I just died and gone into heaven?
All those nights that he had spent masturbating himself raw multiple times flashed across his mind. His delirious mind dreaded going back to just use his hand after feeling the embrace of a woman's heat.
There's no comparison, is it?
His partner was also going through a journey of self-discovery, impaled upon the biggest, thickest, meanest looking dick of her life, the curvy Weasley wife could only form a single coherent thought.
'Mommy!'
Only the half of the massive dick turned the previous sexual instigator into a drooling wreck, begging for her mother to rescue her as she had bitten more than she could chew. The redhead lifted herself on autopilot—only the thickest dome remained inside her busted pussylips before she let herself loose, even more length of the cock punching inside the married cavern.
Molly Weasley hollered toward the ceiling, tongue hanging out as the bulging veins and ridges of the shaft scrapped every single of her sensitive inner nerve.
"Nnnnnggghhh! So fucking big!"
The Weasley woman felt like she was losing her virginity again, that delicious feeling of stretching for the first time by her boyfriend's dick still etched in her mind. The only issue was that she was not that sixteen-year girl anymore—with over a dozen different lovers along with birthing seven of Arthur's sprog should have made her invulnerable in front of any cock.
Well, Lily's son seemed to have made it his mission to make her feel like a young virgin again.
Not that she is complaining…
Harry Potter got himself under control, breathing through his nose to combat the orgasm that seemed to knock prematurely for the first time in his life.
Putting his hand at the bouncing tits of his partner of above, Harry twisted the beautiful nipples while simultaneously thrusting with more force, hips lifting from the floor.
Molly's eyes widened at Harry's upward thrust, heart beating loudly as the monster bashed against a completely unknown bony part inside her cunt.
"Nnnnggghhh!" Unfortunately for the Weasley woman, not enough of her brain cells were working after the dicking that she got, unable to voice her request to slow down to the inexperienced boy.
Harry closed his eyes so that the lustful incarnation of his friend's mother would not titillate him to his orgasm's door, trying to conjure up some ugly images to delay the inevitable.
Harry pulled out of his squeezing of his aunt's mammaries. Instead, the hands went at her thick, pillowy asscheeks, taking hold of the massive lards of fat tightly in his hand. Harry Potter dragged his arse down a bit, before planting his feet on the slippery surface, forcing the gyrating woman above him to fall on his lightly muscled chest, mashing her huge breasts into his pecks.
The young wizard tightened his core muscles, lifting the weighty woman's ass with his hands while pushing his dick from the below at the same time, forcing his entire length inside the intense heat in a titanic thrust.
The Weasley matriarch started a high pitch keening sound, tongue licking his throat, slobbering over his chin in the intense feeling of such a thorough penetration.
'Clap, clap, clap!'
The furious sounds of wet claps rang throughout the entire Burrow, frightening the ghoul sleeping above Ron's bedroom into a shivering mess at the unholy cacophony of an extramarital union.
Harry put the entire strength of his frame at his every upward thrust, almost on the verge of nutting inside the curvy woman.
Molly Weasley seemed to finally found her voice, dragging his mouth to her in a messy union of tongues and teeth, hips rhythmically meeting with his own.
Breaking the kiss, the redheaded woman stared at his green eyes with such naked desire that Harry for a moment thought of checking whether the woman above him was indeed the Weasley matriarch.
"Yes, love, dump all of that sticky jism inside me, like you have always wanted to."
Not breaking his thrust, Harry panted.
"What are you talking about?"
The sound of her huge ass colliding with his balls dimmed by her next sentence. "Don't think for a second that I have not noticed your eyes on my tits for years."
Harry's eyes widened in shock, his hips faltering in delivering the next upward thrust.
"Now don't fucking stop before making me cum, you immoral bastard."
Face burning in shame at being caught red-handed, Harry did the only thing he could think at the moment—he wrestled the woman underneath him aside, before gripping her thighs and putting them above his shoulders, their sexual organ still attached together messily.
With the new favorable position allowing him the full leverage, Harry started raining thrusts mercilessly, the woman's giant udders flailing around at his ferocity, shutting her from opening her mouth again for good.
Within ten minutes of his relentless pounding, the silently screaming woman underneath him juddered like a cruciatus victim; wet, tight pussy undulating before a jet of clear liquid spurted out from the clogged cunt lips like a broken faucet, drenching his abs and navel in stinky fem cum.
Oh fuck!
The feeling of an orgasming cunt turning too much for the sweaty wizard, Harry was on the verge of hosing down a tremendous amount of his baby batter inside the married womb of his mother's friend.
His rough thrust faltering, burning hot jism traveling through his shaft to the dilated pisshole to the destination…
'Bang, Bang'
The loud thumping on his bedroom door broke Harry from his complete immersion of his memory, hands gripping his red, swollen cock on the verge of emptying his huge inflated nut—the panicked wizard dragged the elastic of his boxers over his smarting unsatisfied cock, caging the beast that was about to let out its daily roar.
"What!" Harry hoped that his voice really conveyed the anger that he felt at the moment.
"What was that awful noise coming from your room?" The female voice of his hostess grated on his eardrums, making the young wizard grit his teeth.
"Was doing clapping push-ups," Harry said mockingly. Dearly wishing to shut her up just like her sister with the thing hidden in his boxers.
"You should go to sleep. It's not the time to do exercises."
Harry almost hurled some colorful curses toward the door.
"Sure."
"Sweet dreams, Harry."
Harry wondered if he had imagined the mocking tilt of her voice. Whatever, she probably likes disturbing other people's sleep.
Stupid whore…
Harry Potter stared pathetically at his still erect cock jerking angrily inside his boxers on its own.
Tonight's going to be a long one.