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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 3

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

Lily Potter ducked her head, the thick veiny black dick with the flared dome of Blaise still flashing in her vision.

James certainly was not anything like that and neither were the two boyfriends that she had before James.

She thought James’s above five inches was normal, though Mark, her first boyfriend was slightly bigger.

She wasn’t even aware that dicks could be that long or thick for that matter. Her limited exposure colored her worldview, shrinking her perception of the male anatomy.

She couldn’t help but gasp at the exquisite view of Draco’s penis, mesmerized by the gorgeous build of the cock.

Are those bullies from Slytherin somehow more endowed than their Gryffindor counterparts?

All those jerks that keep asking her out every time she steps foot outside her home are predominantly from the snake house, dreaming of shagging her, humiliating her comatose quintessential, Gryffindor husband.

Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to test that just once…

Her godson’s intimidatingly thick cock, unfortunately, dragged her mind to the present situation, reminding her that she would also have to fish out Harry’s penis from the baggy crimson seeker trousers.

Lilt swallowed thickly and chanced a glance upward— surprised to her son looking at the other boys with a dumbfounded expression.

Oh! Is he surprised by how large they are?

Now really apprehensive, the Potter matriarch put her shaking hands at her son’s waist, easily unbuttoning the garment, and slowly started to drag the trousers downward, putting a little force in the middle like it had been caught by a hook.

With a hard tug, she yanked the bulky trousers down.

Thwack!

What the—?

The Potter matriarch felt like some divine hand has just smacked her in the face for daring to walk the path of incestuous sin. Blinking like an owl she stared at the huge purplish-red curved bell-end that stared at her face with a big winking hole in the middle, glaring at her angrily, encompassing the complete view in front of her with its rotundness.

The Potter matriarch stared at the beastly eye without blinking as if it would pounce on her the moment, she takes her eyes from its magnificence.

And in front of her astonished eyes with a sudden spurt, a large dollop of white liquid came out of the dilating hole before hanging in the air like a thick white rope slowly stretching downwards and touching the mowed grass of the Malfoy Garden, establishing a primal connection between the mother earth and the glaring beast.

Lily Potter moved her head to the side to see the back of that red dome, emerald eyes getting progressively wider to see an unbelievably thick shaft with ridges and protruding veins, connecting an immense length with her son’s groin to the now-identified penile glans.

Tha…That’s Harry’s penis?

Only the head of it seemed bigger than James’s whole fucking dick!

The overwhelmed beautiful mother screamed inside her mind; nose assaulted by a smell completely alien to her olfactory receptors.

The Potter matriarch felt she was on the verge of fainting, her mind trying to shut down to process the visual anomaly. The nauseating smell of male musk however worked like the smelling salt, rebooting her brain—Lily Potter started sniffing immediately, her inexperienced mind overwhelmed by the testosterone overdose.

Lily stared up, wondering if somehow some minotaur had replaced her son, but only Harry’s slightly nervous visage greeted her, searching for her expression.

She tried to contort her facial muscles for a smile, not realizing her eyes had adopted a wondrous, worshipful look, not suitable for a mother looking in his son’s direction.

The redheaded mother hesitantly put her right hand forward which had fallen by her side in shock at the appearance of Harry’s dick; almost jerking back at the scorching heat radiating from the maleness.

Morgana! It’s like touching an angry dragon’s snout!

She tried to curl her long fingers around the stout length, getting accustomed to the radiating heat, marveling that her fingers barely encircled half of that immense thickness.

Face reddening, the auburn-haired mother tried to lift the dropping length, no doubt losing its battle with gravity due to its massive weight.

Lily gripped the thickness firmly before lifting it upward, remembering the broom handling lessons that she received at Hogwarts as her son’s penis felt more like a broom shaft than a human organ.

Two round protrusions became visible in the middle of her bra when her son’s dick almost reached his chest area; her mind was delirious at the thought of how far it would go inside a woman’s vagina.

And those hanging balls…

Those orange-sized testes rolled inside wrinkly swathes of her son’s skin that almost hung to Harry’s knee, no doubt churning a ridiculous amount of baby batters inside them for some thirsty whore’s consumption.

Lily Potter’s idle left hand joined its companion. Nails digging into the rock-hard organ, she tried to tug the crinkled foreskin down forcefully, bunching the extra skin around the frenulum causing the huge bell-end and bright red glans to flare in prominence.

Her elevated heartbeat matched her son’s, which she felt through the protruding medial vein running through the base of his cock to the tip, dwarfing her pinky’s thickness handily.

Should a mere mortal be even allowed to touch this?

A doubt began forming in her delirious mind, the sheer grandness of her son’s male hog, made her question her worthiness to touch this majestic endowment.

Is this why he stopped growing? Is all the nutrition in his body only concentrated on enlarging his male parts?

Well, that would certainly explain the bestial appara—

A shrill scream from her side broke her cock-drunk stupor, dragging her consciousness forcefully to the Malfoy manor’s patio.

Huh!

Lily Potter turned her head robotically, face inches from Harry’s inflated pulsating sack, lips puckered to taste some Potter musk after so long.

All her friend’s gaping expressions met her eyes, pupils dilated, mouth hanging in astonishment at the sight of her son’s penis, currently held in her double-fisted grip.

Quickly jerking back and cupping the behemoth as if trying to shield it from her friends’ lecherous gazes, Lily Potter glared at the almost drooling bitches, already feeling a sense of possessiveness over her son’s penis.

“Fuck! That hurts!” A loud shout from the Black heir doused ice-cold water at the inflamed passion of the horny witches, reminding them of their progenies who were goggling the short Potter’s towering man-meat; their strong erections slowly starting to lose shape, feeling a sense of inadequacy.

With monumental effort, the previously triumphant lady Black swiveled her head back to her son’s grimacing face; the act of taking her eyes from that monstrosity required more mental fortitude than delivering her disappointing sprog out of her womb, in her mind. Bellatrix glared downward where her vice-like grip had tightened around the dark appendage, restricting the blood flow while simultaneously tugging the pathetic dick outward almost trying to add a few extra inches by sheer force to lessen the mortification.

She almost danced in joy earlier after Molly fished out the tiny length of the youngest Weasley boy, who in her mind had the greatest chance of challenging her son’s supremacy in the competition, having bought into the notion of height equals bigger dick size.

Little Harry Potter didn’t even register as a threat in her arrogant mind, the perpetual nervous teenager couldn’t be really packing any heat in his pant, could he?

And look what her assumption turned out to be.

A smack in her face with a fleshy, gigantic beater’s bat.

***

The scream that had left her mouth still resonated in her mind; Molly Weasley almost let out a demented giggle at her earlier thoughts of her son beating the Potter heir.

Yeah, maybe if all the Weasley males combined their dicks, they would stand a chance.

The Weasley Matriarch knew she shouldn’t harbor this kind of uncharitable thoughts of her sons and husband but kneeling at the lawn’s sprawling grassy banks with just white knickers in her otherwise naked body and barely moving her hand in fear of her youngest’s minuscule length slipping out of her grasp—while just a few feet besides, her fellow redhead seems to be struggling to even lift the veiny badonkadonk of the Potter heir, Molly Weasley cursed her younger self for settling for Arthur Weasley, swayed by the popular assumption of their virility by the prodigious birth rate of the accursed family.

She wrinkled her brows in distaste at the urgent throbbing that the four-inch pecker in her hand emitted, not even shocked to realize her youngest son getting turned on by seeing her milf-crush fondling a far superior male specimen.

Disgusting…

Ronald seems to have some serious issues.

She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that the bustiest girl in Gryffindor is dating her son, her mind now extremely suspicious about the nature of their relationship.

A girl of that caliber would not settle for this…

The Redheaded Weasley matriarch’s unease grew at the increase in her son’s throbbing, her palm getting increasingly wet by her son’s pre.

She beseechingly looked in her son’s direction, whose eyes still seem stuck at the Potter duo, eyes wide in fascination.

Please, son, don’t be a premature ejaculator too…

***

Oh my!

Alice Longbottom’s light eyebrows almost disappeared above her hairline, Lily’s earlier confidence during Bellatrix’s challenge now made a lot more sense to her.

It’s almost like she knew this beforehand.

After that cringeworthy display from the youngest Weasley, Alice was lamenting the fact that both Bella and Cissa would forever hold this victory over their head, reminding them of Slytherin’s superiority.

She was not even paying attention to her godson, absentmindedly stroking the cock in front of her when Molly’s shrill shout dragged her attention to her extreme left.

A contended smile bloomed on her face—her dear godson has literally and figuratively demolished the whole competition, putting the smug Slytherin bitches where they belong.

Under Gryffindor’s feet.

The softening of Nev’s endowment stopped her mental jubilation; the sight of his godbrother’s towering obelisk seemed to have started some detrimental side effects in her son’s psyche.

The busty blonde put her thumb at the wet partially peeking glans of her son’s uncircumcised dick, slowly massaging the soft peach skin to return the dick to its previous hardness.

Though she couldn’t help herself from congratulating her best friend.

“My word! Lily, Harry’s dick looks like…like—” Here the Longbottom mother stuttered, mind unable to come up with a proper analogy to describe the sheer grandness of her godson’s endowment.

Unfortunately, her fellow blonde beside her had no such issue of being tongue-tied.

“Like it’s not something passed down from James.” Staring down at the complete annihilation at the hands of her school rival, the sharp-tongued Narcissa Malfoy shed her ever-polite attitude, mind working in overdrive to deliver the pettiest insult.

“You should be thankful that your son looks like a carbon copy of your husband, Lily; people would have started questioning if the beacon of righteousness, the perfect Lily Evans had been entirely faithful to her loving husband, after seeing that…”
Lily Potter barely acknowledged lady Malfoy’s vitriolic accusation, lengthening her strokes on her son’s man meat seemed like a better response than any verbal argument.
In any other instance, that sentence would have made her blow her gasket, flying off the handle about the naked insinuation, but the barely hidden, bitter defeated tone of Narcissa Malfoy only made her do a mental fist pump, knowing that ignoring the blonde would rankle her feathers more than any comeback.

And I have better things to do than talk anyways…

A rustling of clothes dragged her eyes upward to see her son pulling the seeker’s jersey off his torso, a slim defined body with tightly corded muscles greeted the delighted mother.

Lily Potter gulped; her young son seemed suddenly a lot more attractive than her previous estimation.

Not that she had any doubt about who would be the winner in this farcical contest.

Yeah, she always knew that her dear Harry would beat all of his friends handily.

After all, he is Lily Potter’s son.

Completely ignoring her earlier skepticism, the auburn-haired Potter matriarch pulled out her wand, the breathless silence of her friends indicated all of them eagerly awaited her next action.

“mens….”

Wait, why should I even measure it?

As if there is any doubt about who’s the winner.

Lily Potter stared each of her friends in the eyes, wand falling from her hand, daring any of the females present to argue about committing the blasphemous action of measuring Harry’s cock.

Just like you don’t try to measure God’s magnificence, quantifying the magnificence of her son’s penis, also seemed like a sacrilege to the cock-drunk Potter matriarch.

One by one all of them averted their eyes, while the Black sisters ground their teeth with ashen faces, Molly gave her a small congratulatory smile, while Alice a conspiratory wink.

With both hands now free to worship her son, Lily Potter finally allowed herself to show proper devotion to the one-eyed beast.

Scooting forward a bit, the redheaded mother almost got directly under her son’s open-wide legs, bearing the whole weight of the enormous club onto her face. Those massive balls rested below her chin, while the girthy shaft completely eclipsed her vision, spanning way past her hairline as only the middle of the dick aligned with her eye line.

Lily nuzzled the shaft with her nose, a disgustingly thick scent clogging her nostrils, which in normal circumstances might have made her retch; but in her horny, celibate state had the same effect as the most potent aphrodisiac, making her lose herself in fuck-lust.

One eye barely able to see the dark blue sky, Lily flicked her long tongue under the dick, bathing the veiny flesh with her saliva and mucus. She dragged her tongue at the juncture of Harry’s balls and dick, stimulating the sensitive place for his enjoyment.

His dick’s lower half bathed in his mother’s saliva, Harry Potter closed his eyes and slowly thrusted his dick, dragging above her puckered lips, bulling his mother’s cute button nose this and that way with the brawny shaft.

“Mom! So good!”

Hearing her virgin son’s praise, Lily’s effort seemed to intensify, tongue doing a serious workout from the bottom half of her son’s dick to the hanging huge balls, drenching them thoroughly in her love.

Harry Potter stepped back a little, angling his purpling cockhead at the enamored woman, slowly feeding the first few inches inside her mouth.

Lily’s eyes widened at the flavors that burst into her tongue at the behemoth’s entrance, The massive dickhead stretching her pouty lips to their extreme.

“Mmmhh! Mmhhh!”

The auburn-haired mother let the saliva pool in her mouth before transferring all of that to the purplish glans with her tongue, excess dripping down her chin, wetting her bra’s cotton fabric.

Giving her tongue a thorough workout, Lily lashed at the ridge of the bell-end, vibrating her tongue at the juncture of the perineum, causing his son to let out desperate moans in arousal.

Lily poked around the hole with the point of her tongue, giving the glaring eye its fair share of attention, collecting all the previous precum and the currently dribbling pre, thoroughly tongue-bathing the piss slit.

I have to tell Harry to don’t wash this area so cleanly, let some sweat and dickcheese accumulate so, I…. Uhm… his future girlfriend could enjoy it.

Lily Potter took a small break in her cock worship, both hands again joining in the middle to make sure her son continues enjoying her ministration.

Her wet cuntlips drooled, producing a fuckton of femcum at the sight that she had barely been able to take the huge head of his cock, the middle portion of the dick still dry much to her shame.

Well, I have to change that.

No part of my son’s dick would remain unpolished.

Hands still jerking the lower parts to her son’s delight, The Potter matriarch took a deep breath, a fierce resolution settling in her mind to conquer the uncharted territories of Harry’s dong with her mouth.
Unfortunately, the long dry spell had bereft her of the limited dick-sucking skill that she had accumulated during her short marriage, her throat unaccustomed to taking such mammoth appendage inside her.

“Gakkhh! Gakkkhh! Gakkhhh!”

Lily’s eyes burned as the next few inches of his son’s dick entered inside her gullet, squashing her uvula and triggering her gag reflex, completely messing up her limited application of mascara and eyeliner.

***

Molly Weasley held her son’s penis with her three fingers at the base, licking the smelly leathery shaft like a lollipop, nose wrinkling at the bitter tasted precum.

The wet smooches and smacks rang into her ears from her left, her ears burning in jealousy at Lily’s ecstasy, giving head to her son.

“Mom!”

Molly Weasley could only mentally sigh at the way his son seemed to be on the verge of orgasm after barely a couple of minutes, and that with the lackluster effort that she had been putting on.

Her son’s whole body seemed to vibrate in pleasure, before he deposited a small amount of bitter cum inside her open mouth, cock losing its hardness rapidly.

Even though all the females had decided to check for the refractory period, Molly scooted back slightly, not in any mood to continue her humiliation.
Her usually thick son seemed to get the message, fixing his boxers and trousers properly around his waist; Ron Weasley gave a slight glare in Harry Potter’s direction, neck and ears burning bright red before backing out of the formation, standing almost ten feet behind the other boys.

In other instances, Molly might have felt bad for her son, but being desperately horny and in the presence of a real pussy breaker, she turned her naked torso toward the Potter couple, framing her hands around her massive udders to drag Harry’s eyes toward what she had to offer.

***

“Gakkhh! Gakkkhh! Gakkhhh!”

Bellatrix’s ears twitched at the lewd sound that emerged from the far left, hands stroking the veiny black cock of Blaise while giving the dark-red round head a wet suction periodically, not really confident if her son could handle a real blowjob.

‘Stupid slut! Can’t even pleasure a real cock.’

The lady black mentally grumbled, wishing herself to be in her rival’s place, choking on that monstrosity.

I bet I could do better.

With the competitive juices flowing, Bellatrix black took all of her son’s considerable length in her promiscuous slutty throat, humming at the thought of what it would be like to take Potter heir’s cock inside her throat.

Unfortunately for her, Blaise Black’s experience with young girls hadn’t prepared him for the full onslaught of his extremely talented mother’s throat pussy, so with a loud grunt, the black heir took hold of his mother’s black, voluminous curls in his dark hands, hilting himself completely inside the extremely pleasurable hole.

Bella’s fantasy of slobbering over her eternal rival’s son’s cock was harshly broken by the hard tug on her heir, eyes widening in alarm at the way her son throbbed inside her throat.

Surely, he would not…

Not this quickly…

Her fear turned out to be legitimate as with a loud cry of ‘take my seed, you whore’— her sprog hosed down a healthy amount of his seed down her throat, hands still clenching her hair, the ministration of an experienced witch too much for the young playboy.

An angry vein throbbed in her temple; Bellatrix Black blasted the disappointment wandlessly, making the Black heir skid almost a dozen feet behind on his naked ass, still not recovered from the mind-bending pleasure of his mother’s throat.

“What…”

Bellatrix got even angrier at her son’s stupid mumbling, wand flashing with the speed for which she is feared all around the world in the dueling circuit— the enraged lady Black hit her son’s semi-hard dick with pinpoint accuracy.

‘Tempus impotentia’

The feeling of getting hit by a bludger in his nuts finally broke through Blaise’s post-orgasming bliss, howling in agony.

Bella’s tits heaved, violet eyes glaring at her son murderously; the lady Black barely resisted the impulse to use a spell far more fatal and permanent, “you fucking disgrace! I should have never let your pathetic father finish inside me, that day!”

The wailing of a grown teenager echoing around the open garden, Bellatrix stunned her sprog to save everyone from the impending migraine.

The lady Black stormed to her sister’s side, picking up her fallen robe and wearing it before settling into her chair beside the garden table, not ashamed at the least to cause a scene.

Her cooling temper reignited at the sight that the only pair who had not stopped at her explosion was the Potters, with her rival too busy stuffing her son’s dick inside to care about anything else.

***

Alice grimaced; her son’s flabby appendage seemed to have made up its mind about not getting hard again.
Bella’s eccentricity would have alarmed her if not for the fact that all of them were extremely familiar with it by now. The only thing that the ruckus caused was desensitizing Neville (and according to her peripheral vision, Draco too) completely from their aroused state.
The short-haired blonde woman hefted her heavy tits, jiggling them for her son’s visual stimulation.
No response…

A defeated sigh from her right indicated the same problem for Malfoy matriarch, unable to get her son hard again.

As much as Alice would like to blame Bella for the turn-off, she could guess the main reason for the boys’ unresponsiveness would be the filthy choking sound emanated from the normally strait-laced Lily Potter on her son’s unbelievably robust cock, dwarfing both Draco and Neville to such an extent that both had started to develop an inferiority complex at Harry’s presence, unable to make themselves erect again.

Bella’s mood killer only exacerbated an already existing issue.

Ugh… Moody teenagers!

Alice gave Neville an understanding smile, patting his thigh gently in consolation, who seemed to be avoiding her eyes at any cost.

The mother of the boy who lived glanced sideways at the equally exasperated Narcissa, helplessly watching their respective sons pulling up their trousers and adjusting them properly, glancing infrequently at the Potter mother and son duo.

A small understanding passed between the two mothers.

Narcissa nodded her head briefly, before following the two morose boys stealthily, wand slipping from her sleeves.

Alice Longbottom started buttoning her auror robes, eyes glued to the scene of Narcissa casting a ‘Somnus’ charm on the three awakened and one stunned boy before carefully modifying each of their memories so that they would only remember feeling tired after quidditch and deciding on a nap on the numerous Malfoy guest bedroom.

Alice Longbottom took a seat beside the still fuming Bellatrix Black, eyes occasionally swiveling to the incestuous mother-son duo. Bella also seemed to be glaring at them periodically.

They were joined by an impeccably dressed again Narcissa who was immediately grilled by her sister.

“What was that for?” Bellatrix asked, not caring a single bit about dangerous memory modification spells cast on her son without her permission.
“Oh? I could ask the same from you Bella?” Narcissa raised an eyebrow, silently asking for an explanation about the type of curse that her sister used on her nephew.
“It’s just a temporary infertility spell.” The earlier vehemence lacking in Bellatrix’s tone. “He would be all right before the start of the school year. Maybe by then, he could learn some self-control.”

“Was that really necessary, sis?” Narcissa asked.

Bellatrix frowned; she probably overreacted earlier but still,

“You just don’t understand, do you?” Bellatrix rolled her eyes at the shrugged shoulders of her sister and close friend. “All of our age-old rivalries have become obsolete with just this single victory of hers. We could duel every day after today and even if I win all of them, I would still not be able to eradicate this complete…. complete emasculation of my pride. Lily would always hold the edge from this day onward, just because her son is fucking absurdly hung…”

Narcissa and Alice just looked at each other, not realizing Bella would take this stupid contest so seriously.

Bellatrix Black shook her head at their skepticism, not in the mood to elaborate anymore if they couldn’t grasp the seriousness.

Her friendship with Lily hinged on the fact that they were always competing with each other, from the very first day of their schooling days, always neck to neck with each other in every aspect.

But not after today…

Dark thoughts invaded her mind, the famous Black madness encroaching slowly on her vulnerable psyche. Thoughts of getting even with Lily swirled inside her head.

But how?

Her eyes spanned around the whole patio, taking the arousing scene of her rival on her knees in front of the hung Potter to the stunned form of her own son.

Oh! How she wished she had another more talented son—

The crazed lady Black’s wandering thoughts grounded to a sudden halt.

Yes, another son…

A more deserving Black heir…

Fathered by — her eyes rested on the closed-eyed ecstatic visage of Harry Potter.

Perfect.

Her disappointed frown turned into a devious little smirk.

Yes! Prepare your son for your rival.

***

Narcissa Malfoy tried to not stare at the scene in front of her, her earlier petty insults regarding Harry’s parentage bringing a shameful flush to her cheek. And her son’s erectile dysfunction at this vital moment only pointed to a few glaring faults that she had committed in the past.

Though Alice probably thought that both of their son’s sudden performance issues happened because of the feeling of inadequacy and Bella’s shenanigans. But she knew Draco’s had another reason.

Fear.

Fear of losing his girlfriend, the Greengrass heiress to the Potter heir. She grimaced; remembering her advice to court the heiress even after her son pointed out that one of his friends had a massive crush on the girl, only thinking about her dragon’s happiness. And getting attached to the rich Greengrass family would also be beneficial for her son’s future.

Now that her son had seen what Harry Potter has to offer to a girl, his dread of Daphne leaving him for Lily’s son was not only legitimate; but entirely plausible.

Thank Merlin, for good old obliviations.

After she obliviates the Potter heir of the last couple of hours’ events, all of the boys could go back to the way they behaved, freed from the emotional baggage of the evening.

The only guy who would lose something; would be Harry.

Going back to his insecure, shy self.

Well, she is not completely heartless of course.

She had been made aware of his crush on the young blonde beauty from Draco’s retelling.

So, surely, he would prefer an even more beautiful blonde woman, who would also be a lot more mature than a schoolgirl.

Yes, she had mourned for her ex-husband long enough. Now it’s time for her to settle down finally with someone young, vigorous, and monstrous.

Harry Potter would be her next husband; that was a foregone conclusion for the extraordinarily beautiful Malfoy matriarch.

Well, if Draco raises some issues at her mother getting together with his friend, he would just have to get accustomed to it.

After all, his mother also deserves some happiness; and getting split in half regularly by that veiny monster would be the only way to achieve that.

An altercation between her two friends Lily, and Molly made her release a derisive snort.

Just enjoy that monstrosity until I lay a permanent claim on it.

***

Squatting on her slowly smarting knees, hands holding onto both of her son’s slightly muscled thighs for extra leverage, the auburn-haired Lily Potter hollowed her cheeks and pushed her head forward, inhaling another few inches inside her gob.

“GGGAAAKKKHHH!!!”

After emanating the horrible retching sound, Lily drew her head back, tears freely running down her cheeks but a bright smile etched on her face. She glanced at her son’s face with a beaming smile which faltered to see Harry looking to her right, green hungry eyes wanting to devour something.

A sneer formed on her face to see Molly sitting there in supplication, torso faced in Harry’s direction, while both of her small hands struggled to lift those hefty jugs, inverted nipples completely erect into perfect pink buds.

Trying to draw Harry’s eyes—

All of her earlier objections forgotten, the Potter matriarch brought her hand behind her body, unhooking her bra, revealing absolutely round, perky mommy milkers, with large thumb size nips ready to offer her baby boy some nourishment again.

Slapping Harry’s log between her tightly packed cleavage, angling both of her nipples inward so they would drag along the steel-hard shaft repeatedly, Lily started jumping on her knees, giving an amazing tit-fuck to the huge length, forcefully dragging her son’s attention toward her.

Harry Potter’s previously pleasured smile turned into hoarse groans, feeling his mother’s huge marshmallowy boobflesh suffocating his immense length between them, he tilted his head upward, an overwhelmingly powerful tingling beginning in his huge hanging balls.

Lily gave the disappointed, horny Weasley wife a smug smirk, before distending her jaw, gobbling up the head of Harry’s dick, whenever it came near her mouth.

Yes! I, alone, am enough to tackle this beast.

A few minutes later the sudden jerking of her son’s dick, almost dislodged it from between her cleavage, the huge hog jumping like it wants to separate from her son’s body in haste. Lily Potter’s puzzlement over the strange phenomena got answered when a long feminine moan echoed from behind her son’s buttock.
Stopping the wet bellend worshiping for a moment, Lily craned her neck behind her son to see the redheaded Weasley slut’s prone form, both giant tits displayed toward skyward, with long red hair cascading from both of her shoulders, mouth elevated underneath her son’s ballsack as if trying to search for some treasure inside Harry’s nut-sack.

Eyes widened in realization, Lily Potter screamed out,

“Stop that! I don’t need your help!”

Molly Weasley emerged from Potter heir’s ballsack, lips still puckered in the act of munching on Harry’s testicles, not an ounce of shame radiating from the half-naked impishly grinning mother.

“Come on, Lily. It’s been over thirty minutes, let me help you.”

“No!”

Rather than leaving the Potters to their business, Molly Weasley crawled out from Harry Potter’s open legs before squatting beside the other redhead, their shoulders almost touching but their breasts definitely touching.

Putting both of her hands at the base of the huge man-meat Molly looked at Lily pointedly, whose hands rested at the flared head—both woman’s hands separated by immense distance.

“Just fucking look at this! All five of us could jerk this monster at the same time!”

The Weasley matriarch’s awed voice blared like a queen’s sermon, making the other three fully-dressed women blush in arousal.

Lily Potter gritted her teeth, hands now flying along the top half of her son’s wet appendage, all of her previous attempts to deepthroat the full length, enabled a resistance-free smooth jerking.
Molly’s own tight grip joined the action. Small hands now also wet with Lily’s saliva, four feminine hands colliding in the middle at immense speeds; both trying to outdo each other.

Harry Potter choked on his own saliva—the boy who only had the experience of his own rough hands; now overwhelmed to feel two pairs of feminine hands on his dick, his mother’s long-fingered soft hands contrasting sharply with Ron’s mother’s small, slightly chubby fingered hand, creating the best experience of his virgin life.

“Mom! Aunt Molly!”

Unfortunately, both women were too immersed in the ‘flap-flap’ wet, deafening sounds of their handiwork— not to mention, inhaling the extremely virile male’s aroused musk and fuck stench, completely ignoring the said male’s warning.

Harry started to thrust his hips without rhythm, eyes rolling back in his skull, his whole pale body glistening in the sunlight with the accumulated sweat from long exertion.

“Fuck!”

With a hoarse grunt, the Potter heir’s small urethral opening dilated before a deluge of stored white gooey seed exploded upward like a broken fountain, raining smelly cum all over the two aroused big-titted redheads.

Lily Potter opened her mouth wide, trying to earn her fruits of labor in the form of her baby’s delicious nut butter, hands still jerking the bucking beastly length furiously. She mentally grumbled to see her friend Molly mirroring her actions, tongue hanging out of her mouth like a bitch in heat.

Releasing the still-hard shaft of Harry Potter at last, both the women start scooping the thick goo accumulated on their large breasts, scooping them inside their mouths with relish.

“That was incred—” The Potter heir’s jubilant exclamation was cut short as a red spell hit him from behind, making his mother flail in panic at the unexpected attack.

Lily Potter fumbled for her wand clumsily, with absolute murder in her mind of the culprit who had dared to interfere in the mother-son bonding moment between them.

“Easy there, Lily.” Narcissa’s conciliatory voice stopped her blind fumbling, one eye burning slightly as her son’s cum somehow had wedged into the eye socket.

The Potter matriarch squinted her one open eye, the sight of her son’s stunned body being gently lowered to the ground by Narcissa Malfoy perplexed her to no end.

“What is the meaning of this?” Lily Potter asked, her eyelids blinking rapidly to clear her vision.

“Well, we have decided to erase the last couple of hours from the minds of the boys.” Narcissa said, waiting for her hot-tempered redheaded friend’s explosion.

“As if I would let anyone mess with my son’s mind!” Lily shouted, jumping up on her feet from her squatted position, having finally retrieved her wand.

A small smirk formed on the aristocratic blonde, almost rubbing her hands in eagerness to burst her friend’s happy bubble.

“Oh! I wasn’t aware that you would like to continue this incestuous relationship with your son. Why I remembered your past disgust of us, purebloods; for marrying blood relatives.” Narcissa continued, immensely enjoying the drawing looks of horror on her friend’s face. “Good of you to accept this part of our wizarding culture, and with your son no less… even the most conservatives of us would be proud of that.”

Lily staggered back in distress, the wads of crusty, congealing cum that a few minutes prior tasted and smelled like heavenly nectar now burned her skin and tongue like acid, downing her in the shame of committing the vilest of sins imaginable.

Bile rising in her throat, the auburn-haired mother summoned her bra and blouse, turning around from her friends, too ashamed to show her face after guzzling her own son’s jizz like a two-knut whore.

“Uhh… I hav…have to go.” The Potter matriarch stumbled away from her friends, mind now awash with horror, the sight of Harry’s towering penis still flashing in front of her vision.

“I would send Harry back after they wake from their nap.” A muted whimper reached Narcissa from the distressed woman’s hurried gait.

“Dobby!”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Could you please put the boys in the guest bedrooms?”

“At once mistress.”

With the snap of her elf’s fingers, the obliviated teens started disappearing from the ground, leaving an awkward silence between the four witches.

“I have to start preparing for dinner.”

“I have to go to the auror office.”

“I am going to the Black manor.”

Narcissa nodded her farewell to the hurried witches, all of them, now bereft of the adrenaline from before seemed to have realized the enormity of their actions from the noon, scuttling away from the place of their shame with juvenile excuses, wishing to forget the last few hours just like their sons.

Well, she would not ask them to stay considering she, herself was planning an excursion.

Hmm, I also have to go shopping…

***

Lily Potter stood under the hot water of the shower, tears of anguish streaming from her eyes, mixing with the water and falling down the tiles of her husband’s old cottage bathroom.

How would she show her face to her friends again after the shameful act that she committed in front of them?

And what about her son?

Even the assurance of obliviation of Harry, hardly absolved her from the sin of incest that she performed with relish.

Thinking of her son, unfortunately, reminded her of his godly endowment, her subconscious mind shoved that absurdly large fleshy appendage’s image to the forefront, drowning her in its smell, sight, and taste; reminding her that opening that pandora’s box would give her pleasure beyond imagination.

One hand snaked down to her smarting cunt while another mauled her tingling nipples; Lily Potter closed her eyes, praying to God to save her from the temptation of this sin—her son’s mammoth monolith.
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Milfs LIke It Big	By : Thundergod17 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 17896 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Milfs LIke It Big

MILFS LIKE IT BIG

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