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Milfs LIke It Big
By : Thundergod17
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
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MILFS LIKE IT BIG
Chapter 2

Hogwarts starts at 15 at this AU. So, all the characters will be 18+. I don’t own HP.

Harry Potter trotted after the pair of Malfoy and Black heirs, glaring at the back of the taller Black heir.

“Draco, believe me, she is something else—”

“Hmph! as if anyone can beat Daph.”

“She does this with her tongue, not to mention those amazing tits! Fucking—”

Harry gritted his teeth, listening to his supposed childhood friends discussing the girls, whom
he had been crushing for the last few years.

First, Draco asked Daphne out at the beginning of their third year, perfectly aware of his
Intention to do the same, having expressed an interest in her from the very first year of their schooling.

He tried to move on from that trauma and struck a friendship with the demure Bones heiress, captivated by her kindness and maturity, falling head over heels for her in a few months.

Just as he gathered enough courage to confess to Susan, what did he find?

That manwhore Blaise, with his grabby hands all over her in the secluded corner of the library;
mouths glued together, swapping spit like it’s the cure for the Dragon pox.

And the most pathetic thing was they were perfectly aware of his fondness for those particular
girls, offering friendly suggestions of wooing them at his earnest request in the past.

Fucking traitors.

Both of them.

He could still remember their mocking sympathies after he confronted them.

“Sorry, mate. She asked me for a date.”

As if…

Draco’s pathetic lies reverberated in his ears, reminding him of his friend’s nonchalant violation
of their sacred bro code of never encroaching on other's territories.

And that asshat Blaise!

“C'mon dude, aren’t you aiming a bit too high? You should ask Granger or Midgen out first,
y’know more on the same level.”

The puffed-out chest, the crinkled eyes, and that broad smirk on Blaise Black’s
handsome face would forever haunt his dreams, taunting him about his inferiority in the packed corridor of Hogwarts in front of an oncoming group of Hufflepuff girls.

The jostling of his fellow Gryffindor duo from behind broke his musing. Head bent low, he
shuffled ahead of his godbrother Neville and Ron, intent on leaving the Malfoy quidditch pitch and his treacherous friends’ company as soon as possible.

His impotent stewing was broken by a loud clap and an enthusiastic greeting from Blasie’s gorgeous mom.

“Good afternoon, boys!”

Harry Potter’s eyes widened to see his mom and all of her friends congregated at the patio, standing around the lone wooden table — cursing mentally as the chance of him slipping away from the Malfoy manor got even slimmer at his mother’s presence.

***

Bellatrix Black leaped to her feet at the sight of the arriving boys, almost vibrating in anticipation.

Finally, my time to shine…

“Good afternoon, boys!”

Her shout garnered the attention of the group of teenagers, with her son and nephew at the front stopping at her enthusiastic clapping.

“Mom, how long have you been here?”

She strode toward the still pair, reaching up to pat her son’s cheek, ignoring his question entirely.

“Don’t worry about that sweetheart,” and dragged him toward her friends, holding his forearm in a vice grip. “Just help mommy win this competition.”

“Mom! Geroff—” Bellatrix only tightened her grip more at her son’s struggling, “what kind of stupid competition?”

“Mo..ther, should I—” her nephew’s timid voice made her turn back to look behind, raising an amused eyebrow at Draco’s fidgeting figure.

***

Narcissa Malfoy sighed, tired of her sister’s idiosyncrasies. She turned toward her nervous son and tried to not spook him anymore,

“Dragon, why don’t you come over here and stand beside your cousin?” Her soothing words barely had any effect on her son who kept his eyes solely on her sister Bella.

The pleasant expression stalling on her face, the blonde mother ground out,

“Draco! Now!”

Turning towards the other three shocked boys, face regaining the previous pleasant smile, “Now dears, why don’t you all come here and stand in a line in front of us as well?”

She tried not to grin at the rapid approach of the boys, not even waiting for any permission from their mothers.

The Malfoy matriarch preened, aware that all of her dragon’s friends find her too irresistible to disobey.

After they had all gathered in a line just a few feet away from their position, she opened her mouth, but words struck her throat.

Should I just ask them to strip or what?

Narcissa swallowed, and a pink flush crept on her picturesque face — glancing to her left, her face reddened, even more, to see Alice, Molly, and Lily all in the same boat as her.

She whipped her head to the right hearing a loud snort.

***

Bellatrix couldn’t help but snort loudly at her sister’s embarrassment.

Honestly, her friends are nothing but a bunch of prudes. Her sister included.

Beet red at the first sign of sexual provocation.

She thought about taunting them some more, especially Lily, who had been avoiding everyone’s eyes after that reckless (stupid, her mind supplied) challenge.

Eh… no fun in delaying the inevitable. They are going to be humiliated anyway.

The lady Black threw an imperious smile at her left before standing up straight and declaring loudly,

“Let’s play a fun game!”

***

Lily Potter fidgeted in her place, standing beside an equally embarrassed Weasley matriarch after Bellatrix had clarified to the teens what kind of game, they would be participating in.

Eyes downcast at the neatly trimmed grass of the Malfoy lawn, her earlier bravado had vanished entirely after seeing the five boys standing side by side, rooted to their place by Bellatrix’s earlier description.

What the hell had I been thinking?

At this stage in her life, facing so many difficulties and hardships in the last decade, Lily should have known better than to be goaded by her school rival’s asinine provocation. Alas, Bellatrix always had the knack of getting under her skin with her holier-than-thou attitude and the ugly smirk of superiority on her stupid mug.

Lily glanced at the sequestered boys from the corner of her eyes and grimaced.

Bellatrix’s earlier taunt echoed inside her head, and she couldn’t even fault her for that stupid assumption.

Though quidditch had gifted her son a slim athletic build, standing beside the other four young men, her son looked just like…. like… a… boy.

At just five and a half feet her son looked more like a pubescent teenager beside the towering youngest Weasley male, standing head and shoulder above her son’s slouched frame. Her godson Neville’s bulky, bearlike physique at Ron’s left only exacerbated her worries.

Not that the other two boys weren’t impressive. With Bellatrix’s brat’s muscular, tall frame highlighted by the darker swarthy skin tone, not to mention Narcissa’s son’s young model-like physique, Lily prayed to the heavens to not dent her baby boy’s already low confidence further.

Besides James’s comatose slumber, Harry’s stunted growth had been the second issue that had robbed her many nights of sleep; consulting various healers and potioneers had been unfruitful except for increasing the mystery of Harry’s puzzling situation as James was one of the tallest guys in their class, not to mention extremely well-built because of his position as the Gryffindor chaser. And standing almost a quarter of a foot taller than her son, Lily also towers over almost every female she comes across.

Unfortunately, Harry had retreated into his shell recently as his supposed physical deficiencies had started to affect his personal life.

She had been aware of Harry’s recent problems regarding a few girls that he had tried very hard to hide from her.

‘Please God, don’t rob the scarce amount of self-pride of my son due to my foolishness.’

Lily crossed her fingers at her side, eyes shut tightly in consternation.

“Uhmm… Mom! why don’t you guys also help us get hard? You know, just show us your tits or something.”

Lily's heart thudded at the brazen proposal of Blaise Black, mind caught between being disgusted and impressed at his sheer audacity.

The answering purr from Bellatrix didn’t help the issue.

“Anything for you, my love.”

Lily zeroed her eyes at the last woman to her right, almost pulling her neck muscles in the process — untameable black curls bouncing in excitement, Bellatrix eagerly adhered to her son’s request, almost ripping off the buttons in her haste to pull off the figure-hugging purple dress robes.

Oh no…

A shiver of jealousy reared its ugly head in her heart to see her rival's unveiled upper half.
Without any constriction from a bra and only supported by a charm, two humongous pale breasts swayed at Bellatrix’s following movements, two fat brown nipples sprouting from large coin-sized areolas, drawing delighted ‘oohs’ and gasps from the nearby boys.

Lily gritted her teeth at the way the famous lady Black thrust her chest forward like some succubus entrancing her prey, shaking her udders much to her son and his friends' astonishment.

Without an ounce of shame, the promiscuous witch crossed the last few feet to her son and kneeled in front of his large dark frame like some Knockturn alley whore, merely a foot separated the smirking lady Black’s face and the trouser-clad groin of the Black heir.

Just beside Bella, she could see the stiffened shoulders of the Malfoy matriarch, indecision marring her features before she lifted her chin at the challenging look from her older sister; tying her loose blonde curls in a messy ponytail, swaying her hips like some seductress — the statuesque blonde teasingly opened button after button of her expensive aquamarine robes to expose the vast amount of lily-white boob-flesh, for her audiences’ viewing pleasure.

The beautifully shaped and perky breasts, with their tiny pink nipples, certainly suited the Malfoy matriarch’s model-like physique.

“Hnn… Quite small, aren’t they?”

Lily rolled her eyes at Bella’s comment, Narcissa’s breast couldn’t be classified as small by any definition. Her own almost identical cup size certainly had nothing to do with her assumption.

Well, maybe she is a bit bigger.

Honestly, the Malfoy matriarch would be the bustiest woman in the room on almost any occasion. Just by chance, all her friends turned out to be the only witches in Wizarding Britain who could overshadow her.

And maybe Amelia…

A small movement from her immediate right drew her attention.

A pink-faced Molly seemed to be struggling to wrestle open the buttons of her green robes, her face sporting a dimpled, confident smile.

Lily waited with bated breath and even as a heterosexual woman her breath quickened at the aftermath of Molly’s unveiling of her bosoms.

Bella’s chirping also stopped immediately.

What’s with the purebloods and their distaste for bras though? Not that they need it.

Those two mammoth globes on Molly’s small frame looked almost disproportionately large. The slight sagging that gravity enforced on them only made them more titillating in Lily’s eyes.

What’s that?

Spanning a closer look, Lily’s emerald pupils blew wide open at the absence of nipples at the center of the large, pink, goose-flesh.

Oh! Are those…like… Inverted nipples?

She had only heard of them in healing books, but experiencing it with her own eyes….

Her son’s loud gulp reached her ears, confirming someone else also found them equally arousing.

She wondered if their sensitivity would be higher than normal ones and whether Molly would let her test this theory — for medical purposes.

“Ahem...”

Narcissa’s throat clearing dragged her out of her mental palace; looking to her right she was astonished to see all four of her friends kneeling in front of their son, tits lewdly thrust out in the open air, clearly waiting for her to get into the same position.

When exactly did Alice get half-naked?

And that bimbo is almost as busty as fucking Bellatrix!

Her petulant mind couldn’t help but feel upset about being placed fourth on the breast size list.

The Potter woman slowly shed her white blouse, blushing all the time while trying not to feel embarrassed at the teenagers gawking at her lacy bra-covered tits. Thankfully she always bought proper-sized bras so the horny guys could only see a small amount of cleavage of her pale tit-flesh, though the clear imprint of her busty tits was certainly appreciated by the boys.

Lily Potter assumed the demeaning position in front of his son’s crotch mirroring her friend's earlier actions, face matching the same color as her hair.

***

Molly Weasley let out a satisfied sigh, internally ashamed at enjoying everyone’s attention so much on her body. Not that she had any doubt of her attractiveness. Even after popping seven kids, heads always turned in her direction whenever she ventured outside; and that with the loose robes that she would usually wear. But Arthur’s recent disinterest might have rankled her confidence a bit more than her anticipation.

Well, woman, you have still got it…

Her mental exultations were also increased by the hidden jealous looks that her friends sent her way.

Although Weasleys have come a long way from their earlier poverty, still their wealth is negligible in the face of her friends’ old pureblood money. So, to handily defeat the four most coveted witches in sheer bustiness, Molly’s balloon titties swelled in pride.

“All right! I will start.”

Bellatrix tugged at her son’s trousers impatiently, tongue hanging out like a dog waiting for a treat. Almost ripping the brass button, Bellatrix yanked down the trouser and the green boxer shorts simultaneously, letting out a delighted gasp at the long, dark cock that sprang forth.

Molly blushed slightly, and she could also hear some appreciative noises that her friends let out.

“That’s my boy!”

The Weasley matriarch rolled her eyes at Bella’s victorious crooning as if she had already won this stupid competition.

Though she had to admit the chocolate-colored shaft looked a lot bigger than any she had ever seen in her life. Even bigger than her younger twin brothers.

Molly crushed that thought in her mind, not willing to remember that night at her aunt’s house.

All of the women kneeling on the grass, paid close attention as Bellatrix slowly jerked the thick meat to full hardness before waving her wand over the cock,

‘mensura’

A smoky eight and a three-quarters floated above the wand.

Merlin…

Molly’s pussy spasmed at the discovery. The intimidating length aside, she lamented that there was not any known charm to measure girth as they were just using a wand-measuring spell to fulfill their purpose.

“Oh! Blaise, you are the best son in the world!” Molly tried to ignore Bella’s melodrama, but in the back of her mind, she admitted that there was very little possibility of someone topping that.

She lifted her eyes at the Black heir’s face to see his thick lips curled in a delighted smile, shooting smug smirks in the other boys’ direction.

Well, he certainly has a big reason to be smug.

***

Narcissa Malfoy tried her hardest to not express how impressed she was at her nephew’s endowment. Controlling her cheek muscles with the help of occlumency, she cursed herself for not cultivating a closer relationship with her chad nephew.

Maybe I could invite him for some family—

“You sluts ready to give up yet?”

Well, of course, Bella wouldn’t miss this opportunity to toot her horns.

As much as she would like to shut her sister up, she hoped Draco at least would not be too much behind his cousin.

“As if...”

Gently unbuttoning her son’s brown trousers, Narcissa pulled down the garment and let out a small smile to see snitch-themed boxers tented by Draco’s arousal.

The Malfoy matriarch smiled prettily at her son’s nervous blue eyes, “everything will be fine, dear.”

Her whole body relaxed; She let out a small sigh of relief facing her dragon’s pale long cock with blue crisscrossed veins, jerking erratically after escaping from its clothed prison. Her thin fingers enveloped the thickness, slowly dragging the foreskin. admiring the beautifully built shaft.

Though inferior in length and girth to his cousin’s, she had to admit the thin, long shaft topped with the pink round dome looked aesthetically gorgeous.

Murmuring the same spell as her sister, her smile widened even more at the number that her wand emitted.

Seven and a half.

Not bad, not bad at all.

“Draco, you will make some lucky witch very happy.” Her loving words had the desired effect, spreading a pleasured blush across his pale face.

“Not as happy as my Blaise!”

Of course, her sister had to butt in.

Narcissa’s both eyes twitched at Bella’s unnecessary provocation; both sisters glared at each other heatedly, left hands giving loving slow strokes to their respective son’s dicks from their position.

“Size isn’t everything, Bella!”

“Ha-ha! Is that jealousy talking, little sis?”

***

Alice took a deep breath, the nervous shuffling of her son did not bode well with her, already intimidated by the two exquisite specimens of manhood from her rivals’ progeny.

Hell, they are even bigger than the auror recruits that she usually fools around with to scratch her itch, in secrecy.

And certainly, a lot bigger than her dead husband.

She chanced a look at the remaining candidates. All from Gryffindors.

She could not let a bunch of snakes win this all-important contest after all.

Ronald Weasley seemed the best bet from their side with his towering height— her son’s defeated demeanor indicated that she should keep her expectations low on that front. And she had very little charitable thoughts for her godson, Harry, in this instance.

Well, no point in dallying…

With nimble fingers, she quickly opened her son’s red trousers, her bob-cut blond hair bouncing from her shoulder’s movement.

Oh!

She was pleasantly surprised by the thick log that slapped Neville’s jersey with a dull thump.

Though she noted to explain to her son why it’s a bad idea to forgo underwear while riding brooms.

Even with naked eyes, she could identify the area where Nev had both the previous boys beat.

His dick’s girth.

“Hehehe….”

Her girly giggle drew the quarreling sister’s attention, still stimulating their son’s penises enough to preserve their hardness.

Would they even go soft in the presence of so many busty beauties?

“What’s the matter, Alice?” Bellatrix said, eyes inspecting Nev's groin with an unimpressed look. “Lost your mind in despair?”

Rather than dignify the lady Black’s query with an answer, Alice gripped her son's thick, fat uncircumcised dick in her hand, and angled it to the Black sister’s direction, voice laced with vindication. “Check out the thickness.”

“Tha…. That’s inconsequential!”

“Like anybody cares about that!”

The empty bluster of the grumbling duet sounded unconvincing to her ears. Pulling her wand from the invisible holster she repeated the measuring charm.

A smoky five and a half floated across.

Well, it is still quite respectable…

Alice tried to force the foreskin down her son’s glans, accustomed to taking charge of young men from the academy.

“Mom!”

A pained whimper broke Alice’s trance, reminding her that the thick piece of man meat in her grip was her son’s, not some Auror recruit’s.

Oops…

She had honestly forgotten about the Longbottom’s tradition of not circumcising their progeny’s male organ, preferring to keep them all-natural.

Well, it's been close to two decades since her husband's death. It’s not her fault for forgetting about that stupid issue.

“Sorry, Nev.” She rubbed the inflamed area apologetically, aiming a remorseful look toward her son’s round face.

“All right … mom.” Her son sputtered cutely, red blotches covering his face, enjoying her experienced hand’s ministrations.

***

Molly Weasley tried to catch her son’s eyes, who seemed determined to bore a hole in the ground between his feet as if wishing to light the green grass with his visual prowess alone. She began to wonder about the reason behind her son’s foul mood.

Probably just impatient…

The stacked redheaded woman took a deep breath, her heart thundering in her chest in excitement. She blushed slightly, feeling the dampness inside her knickers, the beautiful pieces of young masculinity at her right already etched in her mind’s eye forever for some later self-appreciation.

The overhead Sun’s glaring reflected on her son’s Prewett red hair, the closest any of her children had inherited from her family’s characteristics.

Hope he also inherited the same downstairs.

With steady hands, Molly tried to force open the button from her son’s pants, feeling all her friend’s eyes boring at her son’s crotch. Wrestling the tight pants down her son’s bulky thighs, a powerful stench assaulted her nose.

A small wet spot had formed at Ron’s plain white boxers.

My son is so virile…

Face splitting in a wide smile, Molly Weasley tugged down the elastic of the boxer, and her smile stilled.

Right eye twitching like mad, Molly tried to ignore the suppressed snickering of the Black sisters and their sons and the tired sigh from Alice.

Must you always be a disappointment, Ron?

Where her friend’s sons were sporting full mast from the get-go, her son’s small wrinkly appendage seemingly struggled to emerge from his groin, an excessive amount of skin covering the entire shaft, making it look more like a disfigured blob.

How could this be?

All of her earlier confidence stemmed from the fact that with such similar looks to his uncle, Fabian, and Gideon, Ron would also be similar in this regard to them, a belief which was further fanned by Ron’s current relationship with the vapid curvy blonde girl, Lavender.

But this…

Maybe he can still grow to a respectable size.

Molly took hold of the base of the blob with her index and thumb, trying to bring stiffness to the soft cartilage. Getting an idea, she started to blow hot air from her mouth; a trick her husband loves being performed.

And sure enough, it slowly hardened in her grip, lengthening in the process to a similar form of her husband.

Molly tried to smile in reassurance in his direction only to see her son sneaking glances at Lily’s cleavage. Her grip tightened slightly on the thin shaft, foreskin still covering the tip.

Come on, Ron! The biggest tits you would ever see in your life are barred open in front of your eyes but you aren’t even watching them!

She couldn’t deny being affronted by her son’s wandering eyes even with the full knowledge of his massive crush on her redheaded beautiful friend, having heard his son moaning her name, passing by his door a few times.

Not that she thought he would ever stand a chance with the much sought-after older woman.

And certainly not after today…

She performed the length-measuring charm, grimacing at the number that her wand sprouted.

Four…

Even smaller than Arthur…

Molly’s earlier pride quickly turned into despair, lamenting the fact that even though she beat all her friends in the chest department, her son’s pathetic endowment would forever make her the butt of their jokes, teased till the end of her days about Ronald Weasley’s tiny codger.

Molly searched for a single straw against the avalanche of embarrassment rushing toward her, threatening to drown her in the sea of mortification.

Maybe I can still save face. Maybe Lily’s small son would also be stunted in this department.

With the only hope of not resting at the bottom of the pile, Molly turned her head leftward, hand moving barely a couple of inches to not slip off her son’s disappointing endowment.
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