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Seventh Chapter: Mother and Daughter

Reading time: ~105 minutes

We have never danced together before,” Hermione said sadly around noon the next day. They had just been talking about the ball in their fourth year when this realization suddenly struck her.
“That’s right,“ Harry replied in surprise, looking at her curiously.
“I would like to dance again,“ Hermione said dreamily and stood up. She held out her hand demandingly. “May I have this dance?“
“B-but Hermione,” he stuttered, “I can’t dance at all. I’ll probably just tread on your feet.”
“Nonsense!“, She shouted sternly, just took his hand and pulled him up from the chair.
“Hermione, I’m serious. I don’t want to hurt you.“
“So judging from what I saw of you when we had sex, you learn very quickly. Let’s try at least. Please dance with me, Harry. Until now it’s always been you who spoiled me. I would like to give you something back. You will definitely like it.”
“Very well,“ Harry muttered defeated. “But I’m really concerned that something bad might happen.“
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll show you how to do it, you just have to copy after me. You can look at your feet and when the steps are second nature to you, you can let them do it themselves. You got this. Come along!“
Hermione pulled him behind her into the living room and turned on the hi-fi equipment with the surround speaker system. “I like listening to music when I’m home,” she said, tapping the remote control. “I’ve created my own playlist for almost every mood. Hmm, let’s see.” Hermione had found the lists and was now choosing a suitable one. “Oh, I think this is pretty good,“ she stated with satisfaction and chose a quiet piece. “Now all I have to do is set the playback to random and we can start.“ She put the remote aside and took his hand again.
“Well,“ she said. “Let’s start with the hand position. You are the man, so you lead.“
“I beg your pardon?“ He interrupted her. “Hermione, in case you’ve forgotten: I can’t dance.“
“And I said that’s bullshit,“ she replied matter-of-factly. “Let me finish, babe.“
“Sorry,“ he muttered.
“Until you know how to do it, I’ll lead, so the posture is mirrored for you.“
“Well, if I can only manage it,“ he smiled. Hermione’s calm and circumspection finally ensured that his fear quickly evaporated.
“The man’s left hand holds the lady’s right. Like that.” She interlaced her fingers between his and then held the hand half an arm’s length from her body. “The man places the other hand on his partner’s hip. This hand is more flexible and can sometimes lose contact, this one”, moving her entwined hands a little, “never loses it. The lady’s hand rests loosely on the man’s shoulder. Like this.” Hermione completed the pose and Harry eyed her carefully. “That is the normal case. Now we have to switch roles. Try it.“
Harry nodded slowly. “So this hand here and that one there, right?“
“Very good!“ She laughed. “I told you you’re learning fast.“ The next song started softly and Hermione listened for a moment. “Oh yeah, that fits pretty well. Dancing Disco fox is super easy. Step, step, tap, nothing more. The man starts with the right foot, the woman with the left. Look.” She gently pulled him back a step, then another and let her feet come to a rest next to each other.
“Just like that. Now it’s going the other way.” Hermione gave him a gentle squeeze and he took two steps back. Harry slowly got the hang of it and when he was able to gauge his step size well, he looked his girlfriend in the eye. He lost himself in them, moving back and forth with her to the rhythm of the song as he found that it was incredibly beautiful to dance with Hermione.
“You’re doing very well. I think you have it,“ she praised him and kissed him tenderly. Then she gradually stopped. “It’s time you lead,” she ordered. She broke away from him and switched positions. Then they started dancing again and after a while she whispered, “How about a few twists?“ Harry nodded in agreement.
“I don’t think we need to practice them drily,“ she mused. “Be careful, you just let go of your hand on my hip and patter on the spot. I’ll do the rest, okay?”
“Okay,“ beamed Harry, and at an appropriate time obeyed her order. Hermione turned, held by his clasped hand, then came back to him.
“Nice, isn’t it?“ She said and he immediately agreed.
Soon they had done all kinds of twists and turns and Harry whirled Hermione across the floor flamingly. Her glowing eyes met his and shone lewdly with him. “I told you so,“ she grinned.
Harry let Hermione slide down to the floor, held by his hand behind her back, eliciting a surprised „Oh!“ from her and held her tight as he followed her body and kissed her stormily. She was so overwhelmed by this sudden action that at first she forgot to show him how much in love she was with him. But then she noticed her faux pas and immediately obeyed her request. Their mouths melted together and when Harry finally picked up his girlfriend and pulled away from her, she looked at him speechlessly.
“You are absolutely crazy,“ she stammered when she found her voice again. “Your kisses bring me such bliss every time that I hardly know whether I’m dreaming or whether this is really happening. You are amazing Harry.”
“It’s not a dream,“ Harry stated. “Sometimes I have the feeling as well that there can’t be anything like this that feels as good as the love for you. But then I realize that with you I’m simply the happiest person on earth. I’m completely devoted to you and it is the best thing in the whole world to be with you. You are the love of my life and I’m so happy to have you. You enrich my life and you make me feel what it means to be truly loved. You have never made me feel inferior to you and I’m very grateful to you for that.”
Hermione kissed him again. She could not help but let herself fall into his arms. This man took her to heights she did not even know existed and she enjoyed it so much that it was hard to break away from him.
Finally she did and returned to the here and now. Hermione stared at him in amazement. “Just incredible,“ she muttered.
“I’m doing so well right now. So if you do not mind, we are welcome to continue.”
“Absolutely!“, She replied beaming with joy and then asked: “Would you mind if we tried another dance?“
“With pleasure! Which were you thinking of?”
“I don’t know,“ she replied. “Waltz maybe?“
“Sounds good,“ he nodded. Hermione showed him the steps and this time let him guide immediately so he could eagerly learn the new shapes.
They danced until the floor caught fire and when they finally gave up sweating, they fell exhausted and drained on the couch.
“That was wonderful,“ Harry huffed, and Hermione agreed. “We should repeat that again sometime.“
“I think so too, but only when we are well again. Today is going to be a strenuous day,” she said mischievously. He blushed and turned away defeated.
“Do you really have to use every possible opportunity to remind me that you want to beat me up with your mother?“
“I’m sorry,” she said meekly, “but I’ve been looking forward to this for days. We do not want to work you over! It should be nice for you, and believe me, we will accomplish that too.”
“If you think. But I still cannot quite believe what you’re doing to me. I would have expected your mother to leave you alone with your boyfriend.”
“Essentially,“ she replied seriously, “that’s true. But – you must not laugh now –“ She paused and sighed deeply. “I lost a bet.“
“You did what?“ Harry snorted immediately.
“I told you not to laugh!“ She snapped at him indignantly.
“Sorry, Hermione, but I don’t believe you.“
“Fine,“ she replied irritably, “I made a bet with my mother that if I would get Harry as a boyfriend, she’ll have a threesome with you and me.“
“You’re not serious!” He exclaimed, amazed. “So this has been planned for a long time?“
“Yes, unfortunately. Feel free to ask her about it. She must have expected me to stay with Ron. In fact, we’ve already thought about what to do with you, but that’ll be our secret until this afternoon.”
“Please don’t put me on, Hermione, I’m warning you.“
“I don’t,“ she replied ashamed and then looked at him desperately with wet eyes. “I was hoping I would win. But that with you feels so good! I don’t even think about Ron anymore. Aside from his letter, there is nothing I remember. Harry, I’m sorry, but with you,“ her voice pleaded, “I’ve never seen anything like it. My life is pointless without you and it hurts me if you think I wanted to hurt you. I don’t want that! Please believe me!“
“Shh.“ He put a finger to her mouth and then hugged her tightly for a moment. “I’m sorry that I assumed in my presumptuousness that you did it on purpose. If your body feels this way, it can hardly be wrong. Now that I know the circumstances, I hardly think you want to harm me. But please talk to your mother so she doesn’t screw it up.”
“She won’t, I’m sure of that. She knows how much I owe you and she won’t test our friendship. Our relationship is too important to her for that. You heard what my parents said. Since you’ve been here, I’ve been a different person and they like the new Hermione a lot better than the old one.
You’ll like it, I’m going to make sure of that,” she added fervently.
Finally Harry smiled, put his arm around her affectionately and stroked her head of hair tenderly. Hermione groaned softly as butterflies fluttered around her stomach like on a warm summer night, making it unbearable to have to break away from him.

The afternoon came quicker than expected and when Mrs. Granger finally got home, Harry and Hermione had just finished eating and were now sitting on the couch in the living room listening to music.
“Hey everyone,“ she called happily and joined them after she had taken care of her shopping. “I’ve brought something for later,“ she said, giving Hermione a meaningful look. “He should of course like it,“ she whispered to her.
Harry, who could not prevent himself from hearing a word or two in the conversation that followed, became very weak at the knees from what came to his ears. He excused himself for a moment and headed for the bathroom, where he washed his face and hands with cold water. Again and again he tried to understand what was going on, but even after Hermione had told him that she had lost a bet, he still could not quite figure it out. Maybe he just found it wrong to be able to have both beautiful women at the same time and was having trouble figuring out what that meant for him.
When he left the room, somewhat cooled down, and wanted to go back into the living room, a voice from the next room called: “You are walking in the wrong direction, Harry.“ It was Mrs. Granger who suddenly pushed open the ajar door of her bedroom, immediately pulled him in and closed it again. Hermione and her mother had sneaked into the room unnoticed in his absence and were waiting for him there.
He had absolutely no idea how they had managed to change in such a short time, but apparently they were now standing in front of him in thin clothes.
Without lingerie.
Both Hermione’s feminine charms and those of her mother were clearly visible through the fabric and he noticed that Hermione looked more alike her mother than he had initially assumed. Aside from their hair colors, their bodies differed only in a few places.
Harry eyed Mrs. Granger’s appearance carefully. Of course Hermione’s mother was older than her, but she looked younger than he would have expected from a woman in her forties. Her slim figure was adorned with breasts that were a little smaller than Hermione’s, but because she had held up so well, they stood firm and round from her body as with Harry’s girlfriend. Unlike Hermione, however, she could not deny her arousal, as her erect nipples were already showing hard on her dress.
Harry’s gaze wandered down her body and towards her private parts. With Mrs. Granger standing upright, he could not see her undoubtedly magnificent jewel, but he did not need to. It was enough for him to take a look at her well-groomed pubic hair, which formed a landing strip. Harry concluded that she was very careful about her charisma and that she liked to see man enjoy it. Her long legs were shaved like Hermione’s and stuck in high-heeled, glittering shoes, which she must have only put on to cast a spell on him.
He raised his gaze again and looked into two pairs of brown eyes that inspected him curiously. “So, now tell me,“ began Mrs. Granger and her eyes began to twinkle happily, “if you like old bats like me.“
“But Mrs. Granger!” Harry shouted indignantly, “Of course I find you attractive! In my opinion, you are one of the prettiest ladies of your age. I know other older women who would envy you for your looks,” he said bluntly.
“Ho-hum,“ she said and Hermione turned to her mother.
“I told you that you are very sexy.“
“Yeah, I know Hermione, but I’d love to hear it from a man’s mouth.“
“Father tells you often enough too,“ Hermione pointed out, “and I agree with him.“
“That’s sweet of you, my darling,“ her mother said softly. “Did I really hold up that well?“
Harry and Hermione nodded in unison, and Mrs. Granger smiled in flattering. “Well then,“ she said, “Hermione, don’t you want to tell your boyfriend what we’re going to do with him?“
“No,” replied Hermione, “but I want to show him.
Take off your clothes!” She ordered the startled Harry.
“I beg your pardon?“
But Hermione paid no attention to it and said to her mother: “Help me please. He’s always so unruly when it comes to showing off his stimulating body.”
Mrs. Granger’s lips curled knowingly and they both laid into Harry.
“Hey!“ He protested disgruntled. “What’s that supposed to be?!“
“Please Harry,” Mrs. Granger cut in pleasantly, “let us get the upper hand today, okay? Hermione already told me that you made her very happy the last few days and we think you should take a rest today. My daughter inherited my talent for pampering men, but she is still a little inexperienced and needs some help. I don’t need to tell you what that means.”
Harry grumbled something unintelligible, but then gave up. Hermione and her mother were pulling and tugging at him in the meantime, and finally had him completely bare. Mrs. Granger looked hungrily at his pleasure wand, which, despite his objection, had already set up expectantly, and then looked at her daughter questioningly. “May I?“ She whispered.
“Of course!“ Replied Hermione. “Do whatever you want with him, just leave me something as well.“ The mature woman beamed with satisfaction and immediately closed her hand enthusiastically around his hardness while pulling Harry to the bed thereon. “Lie down,“ she said and only now did Harry notice that it was covered with a thin film. What does that mean again..., he wondered. He did as he was told and Hermione put a bottle on the bed that looked like it contained oil.
“Well, we’ve come up with the following,“ his girlfriend told him frankly. “We would like to give you an erotic massage and make you squirt several times. Meanwhile we play around with ourselves a little and when we’re really horny, you can bang us. You’ll love it.“
Harry widened his eyes in amazement and wondered beyond measure at Hermione’s blunt way of calling things as they are.
“Is that why you took me in hand so firmly yesterday?“ He asked flatly.
“Exactly!“ She nodded in confirmation. “The massage will be my job and my mother will make you have an orgasm multiple times. She’s very good at it, isn’t she?”
“Right,“ nodded Mrs. Granger. She knelt down next to him and in the cleavage of her wide dress her pretty breasts showed. Hermione crawled to Harry’s other side and kissed him gently while her soft hair brushed his face and he saw her brown eyes close in front of him. Mrs. Granger started the satisfaction and Hermione pressed his lips apart demandingly. He opened them immediately and Hermione’s tongue started playing with his. Harry felt something wet on his lower abdomen and when he compared the feeling to that of having sex with Hermione, he was surprised to find that Mrs. Granger had to suck his penis. He could not see it, of course, as he was too fixated on Hermione, who was currently pampering his tongue tenderly.
Mrs. Granger managed to suck him close to orgasm very quickly, but when it was imminent, she stopped and carefully watched the twitch of his member. She gently caressed the tip and then suddenly stopped again when Harry threatened to discharge. He could not hold it any longer and splashed off. He came through Hermione’s wonderful gag into Mrs. Granger’s mouth, panting weakly. After receiving the gift, she left off of him. She swallowed the load in awe and then breathed with relish: “Number one.“
Hermione broke away from him too and looked at her mother suspiciously. “Well, if you want him to come harder, you have to offer him a little more.“ She crawled over to her mother and brutally pulled the straps of the dress from her shoulders. Her breasts were now completely bare and dangling. “It’s better that way, I think,” she confirmed, clasping her hands around the woman’s curves and kneading her lively. Her mother groaned and the already hard nipples pressed stiffly into Hermione’s palm.
Harry slid a little towards the foot end and got hold of Mrs. Granger’s dress. He gently pulled it up over her butt and then ran a hand up her thigh. He spread her legs imperiously and when he explored the entrance to her warm cave with his fingers, the lady gasped excitedly. His fingers slid in easily, moving slowly back and forth. Over Mrs. Granger’s back, Harry met his girlfriend’s eyes and silently motioned for her to lay her mother on her back. She obeyed and Harry straightened up. He took up position over the woman and then landed his penis like an airplane over the hair inside her. Mrs. Granger gasped in surprise and her eyes widened as Hermione knelt beside her and like an infant began to suckle her nipples and continued to massage her breasts with her hands.
Harry’s thrusts took on a comfortable pace and he pushed his hardness back and forth in the mature woman. Mrs. Granger purred happily, then surrendered to him with a wild moan. Harry’s girlfriend had quite a problem with keeping her mouth pulled over the breast, as Harry kept changing their position. She did her best not to break contact and was amazed when she tasted milk.
Mother’s milk.
There was no other explanation than that her mother had artificially come to milk herself. After all, she had not been pregnant after Hermione and it had been on the mind for a long time that there might be sex with Harry. Hermione believed that the lady had done everything in her power to offer Harry as many of the virtues of a woman as possible. Harry’s girlfriend had read in a book that it was quite possible to produce more milk, for example if one had to feed an adopted child. But she never expected her mother to try.
There’s a name for it too. What’s it called again? Hermione searched feverishly for the term in her memory and when she finally found it – it was ‘induced lactation’ – she decided to tell Harry about it as soon as possible, in the hope of being able to animate him to want to extract the white liquid from her as well. Surely he would find it extremely arousing to be able to receive this gift in addition to her pleasure juice. It would be some time before Hermione had children and it would be too precious to leave her breasts so unused, especially since she already knew that Harry liked them very much. So why not make more out of it?, she thought.
When Hermione had finally licked her mother’s nipples rock hard, her hands wandered to her vagina and expertly massaged her clit. It was not long before they had brought Mrs. Granger to the edge of an orgasm and Harry quickly pulled out of her. Instead he started licking her while Hermione continued to play with the clitoris. When the woman came she winced powerfully and her whole body swayed up and down in mighty strokes. She took a deep breath while the wave of pleasure overwhelmed her with the speed of a cannonball and she rolled her eyes in complete ecstasy. The muscles in her legs cramped as a transparent liquid squirted out of her body and splashed onto the foil.
“I didn’t even know you could do that, mother,“ said Hermione, genuinely confused.
“Neither do I,“ she moaned between her burgeoning convulsions, which brought more and more of the liquid come to light. “Apparently the circumstances were convenient this time. When Harry was inside of me, I had the feeling that he was touching something in me that I did not know before.”
“I’m not surprised,“ Hermione replied seriously. “He also found my G-spot. Multiple times.“
Mrs. Granger lifted her head in dismay, struggling to get the words out. “Did he?“ Hermione nodded. “Well, that explains a lot.“ Groaning, she surrendered to her lust and it took a while until she was under control again. Her orgasm was finally over and she struggled to sit up. “I’m far from being finished with you, boy!“ She called, pushing Harry firmly back onto the bed. Hermione knelt next to him at chest height and rubbed oil on him before running her hands over his body, massaging gently. Just as he had done with her a few days earlier, she ran her fingers around his nipples in a stimulating way and then finally put them in her mouth. He gasped hoarsely and rolled his eyes as Hermione swirled her tongue passionately around them. Although they were not as pronounced as hers, he still enjoyed being pampered by her very much.
On his abdomen, Mrs. Granger was busy again with her hand on the shaft. His groans intensified and seemed to please both sirens beyond measure. Now the woman used both hands and kneaded his firm testicles with one of them. Because Hermione’s mother now was naked, Harry found it easy to imagine beautiful things to do with her. His time-out was correspondingly short. When Mrs. Granger’s hand wrapped itself around his penis like a vice and he felt the sensation rippling over him in waves, it spurted out of him again. The effusion was stronger this time and the white elixir shot out of him in a high arc. Drops fell on his upper body or spread out next to him on the foil while he reared up with relish and his member powerfully sprayed his semen. Harry screamed out all of his passion and made no effort to muffle his voice. The feeling that overwhelmed him now was far too good for that.
“Shht,“ Hermione whispered reassuringly and kissed his forehead. “It’s alright. Let your lust go. Didn’t I tell you you’d like it?” Harry rolled his eyes in bliss and dropped his head heavily on the pillow. Mrs. Granger’s soft hand let go of him again and her head turned to Hermione. “We should massage him before we continue. I might need your help afterwards and so we can give him some rest.”
Hermione nodded to show that she understood and pressed more oil onto his body. Both brides spoiled him according to every trick in the book and he surrendered to them with a groan, while wonderful things happened behind his closed eyes that made him dizzy. Shortly before his lust had completely subsided, Hermione whispered in his ear demandingly: “So far you’ve only done it to my mother. That wasn’t the deal. Of course I want to be spoiled by you too. Can you give me head?”
Her question immediately rekindled his passion and he quickly opened his eyes. “Of course, my treasure,“ he whispered back and stood up. Hermione immediately bared her vagina and rubbed it a little with her hand before Harry buried his head between her thighs. Mrs. Granger noticed what they were doing and sat down at Hermione’s chest level. She twirled her daughter’s nipples between her fingers and massaged her own breasts lightly while Harry gave his girlfriend one exhilaration after another. Hermione’s mother was just kissing her daughter when her pleasure exploded and she wriggled from his flying tongue, twitching wildly and moaning clipped with relief.
“Shit, Harry!“ She gasped out of breath. “What you are doing with me...“
“Wow,“ interrupted Mrs. Granger, “that was a really heavy orgasm, my dear.“
“It’s all down to this man,“ the young woman groaned desperately and looked at her mother in defeat. “He does things to me that I didn’t even know could be done.“
“I think,” mused Mrs. Granger, a deeply erotic expression flashed over her pretty face, “then you should give him something back now. Let him cum on you, then we both take it and to top it off, he dumps it in you. The ‘real’ massage comes at the end.”
“Sounds like a plan,“ Hermione nodded weakly. Her mother leaned in to her ear and lowered her voice to a whisper that only she could hear. Then she explained how Hermione had to proceed in order to be able to educe the semen out of him several times and Harry’s girlfriend listened attentively.
Her remarks ended with the words „Five times are the target“ at a volume Harry couldn’t possibly ignore, and Hermione stood up. Her mother did the same and crawled to Harry’s head.
“I want you to go down on me,” she said quietly, “while Hermione plays with your wand. As I saw, you had my daughter in the palm of your hand with your tongue. I will be at your will if you do it to me like that too. Try to sync you cumming with my orgasm. You will already know when I’m about to come. Okay?“
Harry nodded in confusion and Mrs. Granger crouched over his head. He started to please her and Hermione started to pamper him too. Moments later the room was filled with her passionate groans. Hermione was so good that he struggled to bring her mother to salvation at the same speed. When his girlfriend realized that it was imminent, she let herself slide gracefully down next to him and turned his pleasure stick to the side so that the opening of his plump glans pointed towards her stomach.
Harry’s tongue worked on Mrs. Granger’s clit like there was no tomorrow and he actually managed to get her to orgasm just before he came. Hermione’s mother plopped down on the bed, shaking wildly, jerking herself a little while she and Harry moaned to reveal their pleasure. His sperm spread over Hermione’s body in big blobs. She made a pleasant sound as she ran her fingers through the puddles and spread them in a thin layer on her stomach.
For a while neither of them moved but waited to get a grip on themselves again. Hermione had it easiest because she just had to wait for Harry and her mother to finally get over their feelings.
She opened her mouth to say something, but her mother shook her head and she fell silent. “You have to learn that it is not always a good idea to do everything non-stop. It’s much better if you take your time. Can’t you see that Harry is far too exhausted to go any further now? Give him a little rest. That lets his lust subside and in the meantime we have the opportunity to play around with each other. This will make him so hot that his thick cock will want to cum again with great pleasure afterwards.
And you,“ Mrs. Granger turned directly to Harry, “sit back and watch us. Maybe you will get a nice reward from me afterwards,” she winked mysteriously. “And leave your doodle alone! We don’t want you to be unable to move at all later.”
Harry leaned his back against the headrest of the bed and let the women sit in front of him. He found it extremely difficult not to set his hand to himself because both women were so beautiful that it would have been totally wrong to withhold his present from them. However, knowing that they would relieve him later anyway, he refused to give in to his request and instead followed Mrs. Granger’s orders. In order to organize his thoughts, he closed his eyes for a moment and let his head fall back. When he opened it again, he could not believe his eyes.
Hermione and her mother sat opposite to each other, at right angles to him so that he could see the stimulating curves of their divine bodies very clearly from the side. They had their legs spread wide apart and tenderly explored each other’s bodies. Mrs. Granger pushed her daughter’s hair back from her forehead and hooked it behind Hermione’s ears before running her thumb over her lips. Harry’s girlfriend opened her mouth a little and the finger slid silently into it. He could watch Hermione working her nimble tongue on him and he remembered how she had done the same thing with his fingers a few days ago. I need to focus, he urged himself to reason. Otherwise I’m going to miss the most beautiful part.
In his mental absence, the two women had come closer and now their soft lips melted into a hearty kiss. It was no longer apparent that they were mother and daughter; rather, it seemed as if two women fused only out of love.
Harry did not have time to think about it any longer because suddenly Mrs. Granger’s hand went down to Hermione’s vagina and her fingers slowly penetrated her. Even from his box seat, Harry could hear Hermione begin to moan softly. He knew from personal experience that she enjoyed it very much when one fingered her. Hermione pulled her mother so close that her breasts touched extensively on the front and flattened the beautiful fat on both sides. At the same time, his girlfriend used her hands and kneaded her mother’s butt stimulatingly.
“Mmmh,“ said Mrs. Granger, pushing it to her daughter determinedly.
“Oh, mother,“ Hermione began now, moving enthusiastically on her fingers, “you’re really talented, it feels almost as good as Harry doing it. If you continue like this, I’ll definitely cum soon.”
“I hope so too,“ Mrs. Granger replied ecstatically. “After puberty I was only able to watch you now and then. What would I have given to do it to you myself. Your labia were so inviting that I often wondered if we should not have fun with each other. Surely you would have shown me new ways to masturbate.” She sighed. “Well, it did not work out, so I had to wait patiently. Until now.“
Hermione looked at her in shock. “You were watching me?“ She asked, stunned. “When?“
“Does that matter?” She replied cheekily. “Doesn’t it turn you on that your mother wants to get stimuli from you?“
The young woman listened to herself. “Yes,” she said, confused, “somehow it does. I don’t know why either.“
The women gradually broke apart and Hermione quickly moistened her fingers. Harry could guess what idea she was playing with, as she had just let her fingers wander very close to her mother’s anus. And indeed: determined she found the rosette and persistently demanded admission. The opening widened a little and Hermione’s finger disappeared completely into it.
Mrs. Granger gasped in surprise and stopped fiddling with her daughter for a moment. Then her lips curled up and she said, “Wait a second. I still have some sex toys lying around somewhere. If you want to widen my hole, you’d better use a dildo for that.” Hermione looked puzzled as she stood up and went to the bedside cabinet on the side of the bed that was obviously hers. One by one she opened the drawers and finally found a selection of vibrators and other erotic devices for her own satisfaction in the bottom one. Triumphantly she pulled out a long glass stick, of average thickness, which she held out to her daughter after she had taken a seat near her again.
“Best not to ask where you got those from,“ Hermione decided. “It’s extraordinary enough that you even have some at home.“
Mrs. Granger’s expression grew a bit outraged. “Well, do you think, during the time you were at Hogwarts and I was home before your father, I wouldn’t have been overwhelmed by lust every now and then? I’m only a woman myself after all too. Your father only wants to sleep with me occasionally, so I have to feel myself the rest of the time.”
“And you were never afraid that he would find out?“
“He knew,“ she replied, but when she saw the stunned look on Hermione’s face, she quickly started to add something. “Well, at least I’m pretty sure he did. I forgot to close the drawer once and watched him stand in front of it, a little perplexed. He never said anything and did not seem like he cared either. I left it at that and never addressed it openly. It was probably better that way.”
Hermione shook her head quickly and Harry, in his seat, also was speechless with his mouth open.
“You aren’t serious!“ She exclaimed.
“Hermione,” Harry intervened soothingly, “you won’t be able to deny your mother her most natural urges, will you? At least as a man I would find it quite arousing to know that women masturbate at the thought of me. I’m sure your father feels the same way. And not only that: in general, I find masturbating women extremely sexy. How they grab their breasts and stiffen their nipples; exploring and presenting the secrets of their own bodies; and of course the erotic screaming, the rolling of the eyes, the irrepressible bestial twitching of the body when they have brought themselves to orgasm. You can learn a lot from it.
Oh, I just get a boner from that again.”
Her head jerked around to him and she looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. Then she frowned and confessed:
“No, I probably can’t. I’m sorry, mother.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. Now that you know that they are hidden there, you are welcome to use them as well.”
Hermione grinned cheekily. “Thanks for the offer, but I have Harry. I won’t need them. At least I hope so. And if I do: yes, I’ll probably borrow them then.”
Her mother smiled. „Do you mind if I come to help you and lend you a hand with your body? Just in case I can’t find all the toys in their place and also want to receive redemption? After all, I know that you would have to use them right now.”
Hermione’s eyes sparkled with pleasure. “Of course not, but first you have to let me pamper you with this thing.“
“Get started already!“ Ordered Mrs. Granger, kneeling on all fours on the bed. Her body formed a bridge under which Harry could see her firm breasts dangling. The woman turned her head in his direction and grinned at him suggestively. “So you can see how I feel when someone takes me from behind. Take a good look, Hermione will surely get a taste for it too. Hopefully I don’t have to explain to you that you should support her whenever necessary with her request. She is a good girl and deserves to be treated like a princess. I’m very sure that you can fulfill these hopes.”
“Yes, Mrs. Granger!“ Harry replied briskly and nodded in confirmation.
Hermione had made herself comfortable behind her mother and was just widening the hole a little with her fingers before slowly pushing the glass dildo in. As soon as he touched it, the mature woman groaned loudly. She looked Harry deeply in the eye and her mouth formed a lascivious ‘Oh’. Hermione very cautiously pushed the faux penis further in and with every extra centimeter that disappeared into the cave, Mrs. Granger began to moan louder until she finally let out a sharp scream as the shaft disappeared in her all the way. Hermione pulled it out and repeated the procedure, gradually increasing the speed of insertion. At some point – Harry’s ears were now used to Mrs. Granger’s erotic rebellion – the lady raised her hand and motioned Harry to her with a graceful finger.
“Will you massage my breasts, please? If I use the other arm now, I’ll fall face first on the bed and that wouldn’t be a good idea so close to an orgasm. Then I’m not cumming as good, you know?”
Harry crawled up to her and knelt beside her. As if in a trance he stretched out his hands and felt the soft skin on her firm bosom. It was tight and could be kneaded extremely well. Apparently Mrs. Granger could no longer decide whether to scream or moan and therefore remained silent, although one could tell that she was enjoying being pampered by her daughter and her boyfriend at the same time. Hermione had not stopped working at her butt with the dildo and kept pushing it back and forth.
Harry did not ask for permission to kiss Hermione’s mother and when their mouths found each other he felt like it was his girlfriend he was merging with. She and Hermione were a lot more alike than he’d thought and to be honest he was extremely pleased with that. Harry had feared that Hermione’s mother would overshadow her daughter, but it seemed in fact as they had said: Hermione had inherited her mother’s talent.
The kiss allowed Mrs. Granger to show her feelings again and she moaned softly into his mouth while her tongue licked his lips gently. Their mouths played knowledgeably with each other and made Harry fumble on the breasts with a new kind of devotion.
Suddenly Mrs. Granger opened her eyes in amazement and withdrew from Harry all at once. A choppy gasp was followed by a long, purring groan that ended in a choked scream. From her eyes, which had rolled so far that he could only see the white in them, Harry could tell that she had had another orgasm that seemed to be even more violent than the previous ones. Hermione had noticed it too, her mother’s abdomen began to twitch strongly again, albeit with a lower intensity than before. She slowly pulled the dildo out of her hole and set it aside. The muscles on Mrs. Granger’s anus contracted again and closed the hole with no problem. Then Hermione crawled over to her mother’s other side and cocked her head questioningly. Mrs. Granger turned to her and looked at her with a cheerful glare.
Hermione’s face took on a worried expression. “Are you okay?“
“I’m fine, my dear,“ her mother replied devotedly. “You did very well! This is exactly how you make a woman orgasm anally. It felt really good.”
Hermione looked relieved. “Phew, I’m reassured. I found your rosette quite tight.”
“Of course not! Don’t worry, I can take it. And you, Harry, were a good boy too. I think you deserved a reward. Both of you.“
Hermione grinned. “Is it what I think?“
Mrs. Granger returned her gaze thoughtfully and then nodded knowingly. “Yes I think so.“
Harry wondered if he had missed something. Without a doubt Hermione knew more than he did and it seemed her mother was privy to it too.
“I’m afraid I do not quite understand,“ Harry said carefully.
“Are you going to tell him, Hermione? I’m sure you already know a lot about it.”
“I can at least try. I don’t know much, but you can help me.” She turned to Harry and moved close to him. “You remember that I was busy working on my mother’s nipples. Well, as it turned out, my mother is able to give milk again.”
That hit Harry completely wrong. His eyes widened in surprise and his jaw dropped. “Real mother’s milk like that for babies?“ He managed tonelessly.
Mrs. Granger nodded. “It took me a while to figure out how to do it. Yes, I’m able to give milk even if I no longer nurse. After Hermione, I wasn’t pregnant anymore, as you may know.”
“It’s called induced lactation, in this case also relactation,“ Hermione added. “As a woman, you can stimulate your breasts so that they produce milk, even if you haven’t got any children.“
Harry had finally found his voice again. “And that works... as easy... as that?“ He asked incredulously.
“Well, it can take a couple of weeks to get results, but essentially it works quite simply. After that, you just have to repeat it regularly to further stimulate milk production,” explained Mrs. Granger.
“Can Hermione do that too?“ Harry persisted.
Hermione had to grin. “You know Harry, I almost thought you’d ask that. I can’t do it yet, but with your help I would love to try it out.”
“My dears, before we go on discussing this for hours,“ said Mrs. Granger, “you’d better concentrate on the fact that I can do it already. Come to my breasts, I finally want to know whether my effort was worth it!”
Gracefully she sat down at the head of the bed, right next to the space Harry had claimed for himself, and spread her hands invitingly. “So, what’s on? What are you waiting for? Come on here!” The woman erotically cupped her breasts from below and massaged them lightly while Hermione and Harry sat down on either side.
“I think you know exactly how to drink breast milk. You don’t forget something like that. Let’s go! Enjoy the meal.“
The two of them need not be told twice. Eagerly they lowered their heads to the large breasts and cupped their nipples with their lips. They began to suck on them and it was not long before they had brought out the first drops of the white drink. The milk tasted a little sweet and, judging by the aroma, had a high fat content. That also makes sense, Harry thought the obvious, after all, that’s how the babies need to be supplied with nutrients. He stated sarcastically: I’m very quick on the trigger. I would certainly have come to the conclusion that the fetuses were fed via the umbilical cord as a matter of course. Man, man, man, sometimes I’m really hard to beat when it comes to brilliance.
Mrs. Granger visibly had to hold back so as not to groan loudly, because her children were spoiling one of the more sensitive parts of her body and at the moment she was even more aroused than she would admit.
“Do you like it?“ She asked curiously and looked down at the two of them. Hermione raised her head and Harry did the same after a while, a little reluctantly.
“Yes, mother, your milk is very tasty. The taste looks very familiar to me,” she said.
“Maybe that’s because you’re my daughter?“ Her mother smiled.
“Maybe,“ Hermione grinned back.
“But I’d be more interested in what Harry has to say about it,“ Mrs. Granger addressed him directly.
“I also like it very much. I’ve never drank anything like it,“ Harry had to admit. Then he bowed his head in embarrassment and his voice went low. “To be honest, I like it better than any other drink. Would you mind providing me with it until Hermione can do it too?”
“Hey,“ Hermione protested indignantly. “Why are you only thinking of yourself? I also want some of it as well!”
Mrs. Granger smiled touched. “I can hardly refuse this wish.“
Harry smiled all over his face. “For real? Are you serious?“
“Of course!“ She replied. “Mothers are always concerned about the well-being of their children and as long as you live here, Harry, I have a son and a daughter, even if you are not related at all. After all, you get on so well with Hermione that this alone makes you part of the family.
In fact, I even believe that you need to come at my breasts daily, so they aren’t getting too full. If I have to knead my bosom in the operating room because it hurts, men in particular will get wrong thoughts. I’m the chief doctor, you know, and all the other doctors on my ward are male. Not that they still get the idea that I’m horny at work and need, say, help. I really don’t need it from them. It’s enough if they have to give me a hand in the operating room.
I get this redemption here from you. Harry, in return you will have to get horizontal with me every now and then so that I can give you even more milk,“ she winked delightedly and lasciviously licked her lips.
“Agreed,“ Harry nodded, and Hermione added:
“You’re not going to take him alone, are you? You definitely need assistance!”
“Do you want to take part as well?“
“And how! You know: girl friends for life.”
Mrs. Granger laughed freely. “Yes you’re right.“
She paused for thought. “I would love to know what my own milk tastes like,“ she said dreamily.
“We can do that,“ Hermione replied immediately. “Is there still anything left?“
Mrs. Granger listened to herself for a moment. “Yes.“ She nodded. “I guess so.“
“Well then, let’s go!“ Harry shouted, jumping up. “I’m going to get a glass real quick. I’ll be right back.” With these words he rushed out of the door and dashed down the stairs.
“It’s so cute how he cares about us,“ Hermione said thoughtfully.
“Absolutely!“ Confirmed her mother. “And he’s hot too. I couldn’t think of a better partner for you. You guys go really well together. Hold him tight Hermione, someone like that doesn’t occur very often in the world.”
“I will, mother!“ She replied fervently.
Moments later, Harry was back in the doorway. He had found a glass and a funnel which he placed on the bed.
“How do we do it?“ Asked Mrs. Granger.
“I would suggest,“ mused Hermione, “we milk you into the funnel by hand until the glass is full.“
“That sounds good. Then it would be better if I kneel back on all fours so that it is easier for you.” Neither Harry nor Hermione had time to object, because the lady had already taken her position and was eagerly waiting for her drink.
With gentle hands, Harry and Hermione massaged the lady’s bosom and first filled the glass at one breast until they had emptied it before moving on to the other. As soon as the spring ran dry for a moment, Mrs. Granger rose again and picked up the frosted glass. She took a sip and let it slide back and forth in her mouth before swallowing it down her throat. Hermione could see on her face that she thought it was as delicious as her children did. Her lips curled up in a dreamy smile. She emptied the rest of the glass in one go and then licked her red lips with relish to free them from the milk foam.
“Ahh, that tastes wonderful,“ she exclaimed in surprise.
“Did you expect anything else?“ Hermione teased.
“Of course not!“
They were silent for a long time and took a little rest. Finally Hermione turned to Harry. “I think maybe you should get standing in front of the bed now, then it will be easier for us.“
Harry did not even ask what she was up to because she was not going to tell him anyway. Instead, he obeyed her orders, stood up, and waited to see what would happen. Hermione sat on the edge of the bed and let her legs dangle loosely. She held them spread a little so that Harry could see her vagina and this would increase his lust. “Are you coming?“ She asked her mother and Mrs. Granger also got up to sit next to her daughter. Mrs. Granger started playing with his balls while Hermione closed her mouth around the limp shaft and her tongue gently pampered his glans.
This time the two sirens took longer to extract its juice. They made sure that he liked what they were doing and savored his lust for a long time. Slowly he sank into a vortex of wild passion and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to stand upright. The next wave of pleasure rolled on like a juggernaut and when he came again, this ejaculation was the most powerful so far. Hermione had a firm grip on his penis and let his cum splash on both, her and her mother’s breasts. When he finally stopped pumping, mother and daughter were covered in a layer of white sperm. They had to grin.
“Nice,“ said Mrs. Granger with an approving look at her daughter, then looked mischievously at Harry. “We’re good, aren’t we?“
“Very,“ Harry replied flatly, rolling his eyes in euphoria.
A door slammed shut and everyone immediately raised their heads in shock.
“What the...?“ Mrs. Granger swore quietly.
Hermione looked at her mother. “Is father already home?” She asked confused. “It’s just...“, she looked at the clock on the wall, “What?!“, she called in a choked voice, “Already six thirty?!“
“Seems so,“ her mother replied softly. “Hurry, you have to get out of this room. Your father will be looking for me in a moment. If he finds me here and sees this indecency here, if he sees how horny I am, he will surely want to participate. He’ll be very upset that we did not ask him in. I still have to put away the foil so that it is not noticeable.”
“We’ll help you,“ Harry said immediately.
“No!“ Hissed Mrs. Granger in a tone that was not open to argument. “Go before you get into trouble because of me. I’ll come up with something for my husband. This afternoon must remain our secret under all circumstances! You must not tell anyone, I repeat, anyone about it, do you understand me? Hermione, you know what to do. Go now!“
They nodded curtly and Hermione opened the door a crack. She peered out into the hallway, but there was no sign of her father to be seen.
“He must have gone into the kitchen,“ she whispered. “He always does that first. Come along. Let’s go to your room, it’s closer so we don’t have to go past the stairs. If the kitchen door is open, he’s guaranteed to see us. My father is not stupid. He’ll have his own thoughts on the matter and put one and one together if we come out of his bedroom naked. I really don’t want that. Hurry up!“
They tiptoed down the hallway and entered Harry’s room. It looked like he’d left it days ago. He had spent the last hot nights with Hermione and never returned to his room. He had only visited it to take new clothes out of the wardrobe.
His bed was made. Hermione looked at him lustfully when she thought of what she had done to him here and Harry blushed red. They heard Mrs. Granger gently gather the foil and put it at what appeared to be a place where she could later dispose it from. Then Hermione’s mother quietly closed the bedroom door and went into the bathroom, probably to take a shower and freshen up after the fun. Shortly afterwards they heard the rush of the water and prayed fervently that the lady would have enough time to wash the sperm, Harry’s sperm, and all other profanity off her body before her husband came up. They also had the feeling that the water was way too loud and that Mr. Granger must have noticed. It would be a miracle if he did not look for the source.
Hermione and Harry sat silently on the bed and sat motionless while they waited speechlessly for Hermione’s mother to be out of danger. They did not say a word until the rustling stopped and Hermione’s mother finally stepped quietly out of the bathroom. She knocked carefully on the door to Harry’s room and opened it softly. Her thin dress only inadequately covered her stimulating feminine charms and Harry barely heard her whisper, as he again looked at her stunning figure as if spellbound.
“Everything’s fine,“ she said. “I’m going downstairs to my husband now. I will pamper him a little and release him from the hardships of the last few days in his doctor’s office. He will certainly wonder what got into me that I suddenly want to have sex with him, but he will want to sleep with me. I’m going to hold him down on the couch, then you’ll be up here alone and you, Hermione, can have it off with Harry like a good woman. Don’t hold back and give him the most beautiful orgasm ever so that he will remember us for a long time. You know how to do it. Don’t disappoint me.“
Hermione nodded and Mrs. Granger’s voice became urgent. She emphasized every word and even though she had not raised her voice, they could understand her without any problem. “And not a single word to my husband, understood? I’ll be dead if he finds out. Not. A single. Word. This has to be kept our secret! Everything that the three of us do or what I do with Hermione has to stay between us! I don’t want to have to explain to him why we didn’t wait for him to come. You must not talk to anyone about it.
Here,” she said, tossing the bottle of oil to Hermione, “you’ll need it.”
Harry and Hermione nodded eagerly and Mrs. Granger silently closed the door. They waited until she was down on the first floor, then Hermione turned to Harry. “Now comes stage five. You don’t need to hold back anymore, give me everything and more. I want to feel your seed inside me. Fuck me until you can’t hold it anymore and do it with me like you’ve never done it with me. I am ready for you, Harry. Let’s make history.”
She laid down on his bed, legs apart. Harry rubbed his penis hard while staring steadily at the heart of Hermione’s vagina, then penetrated his flame. He enjoyed merging with her and savoring every second of his and her lust to the fullest. Harry moved his stiff, rock-hard member back and forth mercilessly and slammed the living daylights out of her as if he was possessed. Hermione choked and sucked his penis into her wet pleasure grotto while she looked at him greedily and hoped for her soon release. She surrendered to him with every fiber of her body and merged with him in paradisiacal anticipation of his gift, which meant more to her than anything else.
Harry banged her so well that Hermione could not think of anything but him. Again and again she desperately felt for his body and explored his velvety skin. Her soft and warm hands ran gently over the slight bumps on his arms and felt his muscles, which tensed expectantly under her touch, asking her not to stop with her touch. Her movements became more demanding and she put her hands up to his face. Groaning, she surrendered to him while she felt his rosy skin on the cheeks, felt his firm hardness in her body and wished fervently that this day would not end. Her boyfriend knew better than anyone how to tame her indomitable lust and she liked to the utmost what he did to her. This was one of the reasons she had proposed marriage to him and she was sure he would not let her down.
She grabbed him by the neck and laboriously pulled him down to her. Harry stopped moving inside her and lowered his body to his girlfriend. Hermione hardly waited until his face was next to her, but instead raised her head herself and kissed his mouth. Relentlessly, she demanded admission and when their tongues found each other again, she moaned softly at his intimate touch. It was as if she had forgotten how his kisses felt, but when Hermione felt his wet tongue play with hers, reality suddenly caught up with her. This is how drug addicts must feel when they give themselves the next kick, she thought ecstatically and closed her eyes, deeply moved. Harry’s hand had found her hair, which hung tangled and disheveled on her face. He gently brushed her aside and then pulled away from her.
“I need to see your face,“ he muttered. “It looks so beautiful that even your adorable hair spoils it in this form with its messiness. Other ladies would envy you for your appearance, you know that?”
Hermione blushed. “Harry, you manage to discompose me every time. I don’t find myself that attractive, but whenever you tell me how pretty you think I am, I can hardly hold on to it. You make me a completely different person and somehow I like that. You are doing me good.”
“Darling, it would be weird too, if not, right? After all, we want to get married.”
She laughed freely and shook her head. “I feel like anything I could say now will only make it worse for me. It’s best if you kiss me, then I don’t have to explain myself.”
Harry nudged her nose with his finger. “It’s funny when you feel so incapable in the presence of this one, very specific person that you have to keep wondering how you’ve managed to survive so far.“
Hermione looked at him and her gaze became desperate. “I don’t know either,“ she stammered. “It feels so good. Way too good to be true.”
“Just enjoy it.“
“I’m enjoying every hour, every minute, every second with you, Harry!“ She replied addicted. “It’s the best that could have happened to me. You are the best that could have happened to me.”
He smiled contentedly. “I’m glad you see it that way too.“
“Shall we continue?“ She asked, casting a meaningful look at her still entwined abdomen.
“Of course,“ he replied.
“Would you like to see your hot rod between my breasts? After all, we’ve never tried that.”
“That’s true. Once is always the first time, isn’t it?” He grinned. “I’m sure that your beautiful jewels will do an excellent job. I don’t even know why I haven’t thought of this earlier. Your breasts are so inviting that this should have been my first thought.”
“Oh, nuts,“ she replied happily, “you just thought more about how to pamper me with your tongue and didn’t see the obvious.“
“Are you teasing me now?“ He asked slyly.
“Of course,“ she grinned and let her hand slide down her body. “But I have to say that your tongue does an absolutely excellent job. I’m sure you would get me to squirt just by using it alone.” She found his penis where he left it and gently but firmly closed her hand around it before pulling it out and Harry obediently sat down on her body.
“Let me do this,“ suggested Hermione, lying on her back. “Maybe I do have one or another surprise for you. You just have to move back and forth, alright?” Harry nodded eagerly and pressed his member between his girlfriend’s sexy breasts. Hermione pressed the jewels together at the sides, her skin wrapped around his erect staff. Harry slowly pushed his pelvis back and forth so that his glans kept brushing against Hermione’s skin and making him dizzy with passion. Hermione saw his ineptitude and lifted her head a little. Her lips curled up and Harry wondered what she was up to. When his member was closest to her head, she suddenly stuck out her tongue and touched the damp, shiny tip of the pleasure stick. The action caught him so unprepared that he looked down at her in amazement as she licked his head.
“Wow, okay,“ he said, surprised, “I didn’t expect that now.“
“Does it feel good?“ Hermione asked.
“Everything you do to me feels good, Hermione,“ he replied immediately, “but that’s very beguiling.“
She smiled in flattering and carried on with renewed determination. She played with him for a while, making him moan after moan. Hermione liked that he liked it and she was happy to be able to give him something back with her skills. When Harry got up from her and kneeled next to her body, she seductively stroked his bare glans with a long fingernail and was delighted to hear the renewed twitching of his excited member.
“Would you like to cum into me now?“ She asked suggestively, jingling her eyes devotedly.
“Are you still wet enough at all?“ He replied with an enjoyable smile and Hermione raised her eyebrows meaningfully.
“I think that means no,“ he concluded lustfully and immediately knelt down between her beautiful thighs. It did not take long until another viscous, transparent liquid slowly flowed out of her body and Harry now knew that she was ready for him again. He let his glans wander past her clitoris and aroused her a little more before he gently pushed his rock-hard penis into her. Gradually he increased the speed of his thrusts and pushed his hardness into her all the way to the stop. They groaned in competition and Harry liked Hermione’s hoarse rebellion so much that he made up his mind to pamper her as lovingly as possible from now on, in order to enjoy the revelation of her feelings more often.
With each thrust her breasts moved back and forth and his testicles pounded against her wet vagina while he had the most beautiful sex ever with her. He filled her out, Hermione’s gasp slowly fading and her breathing becoming increasingly gaudy. Sweat penetrated cooling from the pores of her body and laid like a gentle veil over her heated corpus. It would not be long before Harry came. His thrusts had become frighteningly fast and she could feel his member twitching through the walls of her vagina. His gift would soon be discharged into her and she would absorb it as if she did not need anything other than to feel him inside. Sex with him was pure bliss and it was infinitely difficult for her to keep a calm head through her feelings. Sweat ran down her face in streams, down her chin and between her breasts, which now glistened damp from the liquid.
And then it was time. For the very last time that day, Harry came and roared his lust out. His semen flew into her body with brute force and his member insatiable pumped the white elixir out of itself. But all this was nothing compared to the wave of pure pleasure that now brutally rolled over him. Harry started twitching uncontrollably and then collapsed on top of his girlfriend, panting. With his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, he quickly rolled over on his side so as not to bury Hermione under himself and to force the air out of her lungs completely. His wand was still in her, and Hermione moved her pelvis back and forth slightly to further stimulate him and extract every single drop.
Harry’s chest rose and fell in mighty strides and he was trembling slightly. Apparently he had had one of the more violent orgasms and Hermione had to smile happily. She could not claim that it was little cum that had discharged into her either. On the contrary. She had had frequent opportunities to play with Harry in the past few days, and none of his past releases came even remotely close to tonight.
Hermione watched him thoughtfully and finally broke the silence after a while. “Did you like what we did to you, my darling?“ She whispered and looked at him. Harry could not answer yet and laid there as mute as a maggot next to her. “I think,” she continued, grinning lustfully, “your speechlessness is answer enough.
So, now you can just let me do it again. I still have to massage you. So it was agreed.”
Harry finally accomplished to manage a nod and Hermione pulled away from him. She crawled to his boner and licked it clean before picking up the oil bottle again. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll leave your hot rod alone now. It has done enough today.” He smiled gratefully, then opened his eyes.
“Hermione,“ he whispered with difficulty. She looked at him carefully. “That was the best day of my life.“
“You see, I rest my case.“
“Thank you,“ he added flatly.
“My pleasure,“ she replied, leaning forward towards his face. “Will you give me another kiss before we move on?“
“Of course!“ He pulled her close and kissed her soft mouth as he had dreamed of a thousand times. He put his hands behind her body as best he could and felt her damp, sweaty skin under her wet hair. Groaning, Hermione surrendered to him and hugged her body tightly against his. Her breasts with the rock hard nipples erotically touched his skin and the rhythm of her pulsating vagina merged with the twitching of his member to a melody that only their private parts could understand. She wrapped her legs around his, feverishly trying to touch as much of his body as possible.
Harry had lost track of time.
It could have been hours or minutes that they laid there so devoured. When Hermione reluctantly tried to pull away from him, his mouth would not let go of her and followed her forcefully until his girlfriend finally gave up and let herself slide frantically back into his arms. He hugged her lovingly and made her feel like she wanted nothing more than him. For a moment he broke away from her and her passion subsided a little. “You can still massage me tomorrow,“ he whispered imperiously and she nodded defeated.
“Maybe you’re right,“ she replied timidly.
“Just stay with me tonight, will you?“
“With pleasure,“ she replied, “but only if you sink it into me again.“
“We can do that,“ he said mischievously and she spread her legs, which smacked expectantly when her cave opened for him. He found her pulsing jewel again and gently pushed his boner inside. Hermione made a comforting sound and pushed herself up against him, beaming.
“We’ve just been hanging around together lately. When was the last time you slept alone in your bed?” She asked.
“The day we got here. And then it was you who accompanied me in my dreams. I cannot be without you anymore, Hermione.”
“How often have you already told me that?“
“I don’t know, but I’m worried you might forget it.“
“Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I can’t forget what you’ve done for me Harry, and I certainly cannot resist your love. I wasn’t able to do that since you’ve been mine.
I have found paradise on earth. And you are a part of it.”

Harry woke up in the middle of the night with an urgent need. He turned his head to look around for his girlfriend. Hermione crooked peacefully deep and tight, her head on his shoulder, a dreamy smile on her face. Her body was turned towards him, her legs tightly closed around his. It would be very difficult to twist himself free from her without waking her up. If he could not keep her sleeping, she would not want to let him go. And with such an angel awake next to him, he would have to comply with her wish to lie down again. Hermione’s strong arguments would keep him from getting up.
So baby now you have to be without me for a moment. Hopefully you’re not mad at me. He tried hard not to wake her up when he gently twisted himself free from her touch and stood up silently. He threw a bathrobe over his naked body, padded to the door and sneaked out towards the restroom.
Before returning to Hermione’s warm company, he went into the kitchen for a drink. Light shone in the hallway, even at four o’clock in the morning, as he could tell by the clock over the table. Mrs. Granger was still awake, sitting thoughtfully at the kitchen table, her tired head propped heavily on a fist. A half-full cup of tea stood in front of her. She was just wearing a thin nightgown, which was only able to cover her sensual body very inadequately.
“Good morning, Mrs. Granger,“ Harry whispered cheerfully.
She raised her head abruptly and looked at him. “Harry! Gosh, did you scare me! What are you doing here? Why aren’t you with Hermione?”
“I’m sorry, I had to go to the restroom and thought I would take the opportunity to let a little more fluid flow into me. Is something wrong with you? You’re looking so pale.”
“Yes. No. I don’t know either.” She fell silent. “Harry, I’ve been thinking. May I ask you something?” He took a glass, filled it with mineral water and sat down opposite from her at the table. He looked at her carefully.
“Please.“
“Your family...“, she avoided his gaze, “please forgive me if I ask you so directly, but... What happened to them? Hermione always avoided an answer when I asked her. She said I didn’t have to know, but now that you live here... You know, I would like to be in the picture so that I can understand why you act the way you do if it comes to the worst.”
“My parents are dead,“ Harry replied simply. “The Dark Magician your daughter told you about murdered them when they were trying to protect me. He wanted to kill me too so that he could have absolute power.
Lily and James died for me.”
“That... I’m sorry, Harry,“ she said softly, looking him straight in the eye for the first time that early morning. He could see wet tears sparkling in them.
Harry smiled mildly. “That’s kind of you, really, but I’ve found my inner peace. My parents were good people. They did not deserve to die. That I myself killed Voldemort, the man who tortured and killed countless people with his vile entourage, including my parents, gives me a certain satisfaction.
Professor Dumbledore – you know, the former Headmaster of Hogwarts – took me to live with my relatives, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon and their son Dudley, who took me in rather less pleased. Until I was ten years old, I lived with them in a storage room under the stairs, and was despised and constantly harassed by them.”
Mrs. Granger became curious. “And on your eleventh birthday, you got the letter from Hogwarts like Hermione did?“
“Exactly!“ Harry replied. “I was so surprised that I did not even know what to do. Before that I was never allowed to accept mail.
But it was not that easy to read. Uncle Vernon intercepted all of the letters sent to me, so it took some time for them to reach me. They ended up flying through the window and chimney too, until I finally got hold of them, and when Hagrid, the Gamekeeper, beat a path through the door to take me with him, my relatives realized that Hogwarts was very serious about it wanting to train me.
Since I went to this school, my life has changed. Of course it was hard for me to go back ‘home’, but I kept telling myself, ‘It’s only for a short time. You’ll be back at Hogwarts soon’. More and more this school became my home and I took every opportunity to stay there as long as possible.” He took a sip and made a disgusted face.
“Yes, Hermione told me that you stayed there for the entire school year, apart from the summer break. Have you never been a little lonely?”
Harry shook his head. “No! Not in the slightest! Hogwarts had so many secrets to offer that it was best to unravel them on your own. My father bequeathed me a cloak that makes the wearer invisible and so I could stroll around the walls to my heart’s content.
But back to my family. In the third year, I indirectly met a man named Sirius Black. He was an Animagus from a wizarding family, a person who could turn into an animal.”
“Really?“ Interrupted Mrs. Granger with interest. “This works?“
Harry nodded. “Yes, he could change his shape between a human and a black dog, and that’s how we got to know him. He made it his business to protect me that year. There were some adverse conditions at the time you should know. As it turned out, he was a close confidante of my parents and they had chosen him as my godfather.”
His voice became bitter, and tears clouded his eyes. “Two years later he was dead.
That smug whore Bellatrix Lestrange killed him. I have no more family apart from Aunt Petunia. But to be honest, I never saw them as my family. She and her husband undoubtedly did not treat me as if I were part of it.”
Mrs. Granger buried her head in both hands for a moment, stunned.
“How much suffering,“ she asked flatly, “can a young person endure?“
“I don’t know,“ Harry replied quietly. He added sarcastically, “But I’m sure I’m about to find out. I’m certain someone will take my Hermione away from me in the next few days.”
The lady jumped up. “No!“ She shouted, but immediately put her hand over her mouth when she realized how loud she had spoken. She lowered her voice. “No, Harry, you must not even think that!“ She calmed down and looked at him thoughtfully. “Harry, I’d like to make you an offer. I have to ask you a few more things for that. I want you to be honest with me, okay?”
He nodded.
“Do you feel comfortable here with us?“
“Of course,“ he replied promptly. “I feel welcomed and I’m loved. Your family is friendly to me and tries to make it as comfortable as possible for me. I appreciate that very much.“
Mrs. Granger smiled pleasantly. “And do you think that this would change if you belonged to this family by law?“
“Of course not!“ He replied indignantly and then stopped in mid-sentence. “You don’t mean...?!“
The woman’s smile widened. “Harry, if you say you never got to experience love from your uncle and your aunt, would you like to experience it from us? I mean, would you let me adopt you? As my son?”
Harry jumped up. “Would you do that?!“
“Only if you want to, of course. A positive side effect, however, would be that it would be easier for you and for us. For example, we could make claims with the state or go on vacation as a family.”
He thought for a moment. “It would be really marvelous to be part of it, but then Hermione would be my sister after all. That means, if I sleep with her, we would have the most extreme form of incest.”
“Now, now, my boy,“ replied the lady with a smile and a slightly reproachful expression crossed her charming face. “You are not genetically related at all. Neither of both of us too, by the way. What is incest about that?
Do you really think that I would make you this offer if taking you in as an adoptive son would mean that you are no longer allowed to bang me?”
“Hardly,“ grinned Harry. “The way you enjoyed it with me yesterday, one might think that you want it to do it with me every day.“
“Good boy,“ she praised him with wildly sparkling eyes. “So you understood. Well, yes or no?”
“Yes! Of course yes,” Harry said, careful not to express his joy too loudly so as not to wake Hermione or her father.
“Very well,“ said Mrs. Granger. “I’m going to do the paperwork today. Until then, I can familiarize you with the rules.”
“What kind of rules?“ Harry asked, puzzled.
“Well, actually there are no rules, but if you are my son now, it seems strange when you call me “Sie”, right? We are long out of that era.”
Harry had to laugh. “Oh yes, you are right. Oops. Excuse me.“
“By the way, I’m Xynthia,“ she said, getting up slowly and walking towards him. Then she hugged him profusely. “Welcome to your new family, Harry.“
He looked at her, touched. “Thank you, uh, mother.“
“You can of course call me what you want. If you would like to address me as ‘mother’, do so, but I don’t mind if you leave it at Xynthia.”
“Then I’ll stick with Xynthia. I like the name very much.”
“Alright.“ She paused and sighed. “Well, I think I’ll go back to sleep then. I have to be out in a couple of hours.” She turned from him to the kitchen counter and put her cup aside.
Harry slipped silently behind her and hugged her body as he rested his head on her shoulder. Then he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“I don’t want to let you go yet, Xynthia,“ he purred lovingly in her ear. His hands wandered purposefully up her body and found the underside of her heavy, full breasts, which he began to massage lightly.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,“ she muttered. Her voice grew meek as the movements of his hands intensified and they kneaded her breasts stimulatingly. “Oooh,“ she whispered and tried to wriggle away from him without a chance. “Harry, what if Hermione finds out?“
“I don’t think she needs to find out,” he replied quietly. “That should stay our secret, okay?“
“B-but... I... can’t... I’ll be so exhausted then that I will only make mistakes in the hospital. I can’t approve of that.” Her resistance slowly diminished, however, at what Harry did to her.
“Have you sweet honey cake already forgotten that I’m a magician? I got my hands on a wonderful utensil called a Time-Turner. As soon as we’re done here, you go to bed and sleep until your alarm goes off. Then you turn the Time-Turner and experience the time again. The time you have been asleep will not be reset. That means you will be more rested tomorrow, although you apparently only slept two hours.”
“Is there such a thing?” She asked, puzzled.
“Of course. Why do you think Hermione was able to attend dozens of classes at the same time in our third year? However, it is not that easy to get hold of one of those. They are very valuable, you know? I had to redeem a few favors.”
“I see.“ She nodded.
His voice became urgent. “You just have to make sure that nobody sees you. No one. That is, neither Hermione nor me; neither your husband nor yourself. Otherwise you will change the course of time and that could have some... unpleasant consequences. I can use a spell to put you in a deep sleep for some time if that helps. It’s really important that you go back to sleep soon after you go to bed,” he reminded her.
She no longer resisted him, on the contrary, she even took the initiative herself. “Okay. But only after I’m done with you.” Xynthia moaned erotically and leaned devotedly against his body. “Your hands…”, speaking caused her some effort due to their tiredness and his touch, “they are so warm and soft. It feels wonderful. Please don’t stop, okay?”
They kept moving to her nipples and back so that his movements stimulated the milk production in her body. It did not take long for the white liquid to emerge and pour wet into her nightgown.
“You little dodger,“ began Mrs. Granger, but she had to interrupt herself again because Harry’s caresses had reached a critical point. “I only have this one night dress.“
“And?“ He asked, emphatically disinterested.
“Now I have to change clothes again.“
“Now, now,“ he replied firmly. “Don’t be silly. That has time.“
Xynthia bit her lower lip painfully as he pampered her breasts masterfully and more and more milk emerged from him. Meanwhile, the thin dress was completely soaked in several places and stuck to her body. Mrs. Granger let herself go excitedly and closed her eyes while Harry continued to play with her balls.
“Would you say I’m a milf?“ She asked him after a while.
“Absolutely,“ he replied immediately. “You are just gorgeous. Your face is adorable and the rest of your body does the rest to fall for you.”
“That’s sweet of you,“ she murmured, flattered, and turned her head to him before giving him a kiss. “It still feels completely wrong to let you pamper me here, even though I know you love Hermione. I also have a husband.”
“You’re just her mother. I’m not cheating if that’s what you mean. At least I hope so. After all, you played a not inconsiderable part of yesterday afternoon. It was your idea too, wasn’t it?”
“Right again“, Xynthia admitted in defeat.
“Speaking of which. Yesterday I only went south on you to get you to an orgasm. You wanted to get laid by me. What do you think I should make you climax with my stick?”
“You’re really not missing out on anything,“ she said approvingly. “I don’t mind.“
“And I have to empty your breasts too. Before yesterday afternoon, water tasted good for me, but now... your milk just tastes unnaturally delicious!”
She gave him a desperate look. “For God’s sake Harry! It already feels great. If I think about what you can do with your tongue... You will have to cover my mouth, it could be that I carried away and scream with pleasure. We don’t want to wake anyone up.”
“You won’t, I’ll be as careful as possible but as emphatic as necessary. Kind of like how a penis is held back of effusion by you women. I don’t know if it will work the way I want it to, but we should try it anyway.”
Harry led her to the table and picked her up on it. In the meantime, she grabbed his bathrobe, undid the knot and slowly let it slide off his shoulders. When he fell asleep next to Hermione, they had both been naked and so he was now standing in front of the pretty woman.
“Do it to me right now,“ she whispered. “I can hardly stand a foreplay with this tiredness.“ She lifted her night gown and spread her legs promisingly. “You surely want me to keep playing with my breasts, right?“
“We don’t have much time because your husband could come over anytime, so I would really appreciate that, yes.“
Grinning, she pulled the thin fabric down from her bosom, keeping the straps on her shoulders. She lasciviously flaunted her crunchy, warm milk-filled femininity before making out with them. Harry’s penis found her pleasure grotto and moved back and forth with quick thrusts. He cupped her hips with his hands as he kept pushing his hardness in and out.
As expected, Xynthia quickly began to moan lustfully. Harry put his finger to her mouth and motioned for her to be quiet. It was visibly difficult for her to stick to it, because by setting her hands on her breasts the white liquid squirted out of her in a high arc and she only managed to suppress her feelings with great difficulty.
“That’s good,“ Harry whispered encouragingly. “Get it out of you yourself. You’re doing great!” Mrs. Granger rolled her eyes, animated, as she steered towards an orgasm. The kitchen floor was soaked in white and puddles of her breast milk had formed on the table. Nevertheless, she made no move to reduce her frequency of action, instead she even tried to bring more of the pure liquid to light. Harry was delighted to have brought her to the point where she wanted to please him ecstatically.
She would be able to lean back in a moment.
When her beautiful body began to twitch wildly under him, he immediately stopped his thrusts to let her experience her elation. The lady gritted her teeth painfully, so that her rebellion could only be heard as a low grunt.
“Well then,“ said Harry. “I knew that you were horny for me. Now you have to receive my gift too.”
“Spray it on my nightgown. It’s already wet anyway, that little more doesn’t butter the parsnips anymore.”
He nodded. “Then you will have to exchange it afterwards.“
“Let’s see,“ she replied. “I could leave it on and go to sleep like that. Maybe my husband will notice and think it was thanks to him. Then we may have sex more often again. I have no objection to that. I mean, being fucked by two men, one of whom doesn’t know about it, is pretty arousing. At least that’s what I think.”
“You dirty little slut,“ Harry grinned. “You really must have been without a cock for far too long if you’re getting so addicted to sex now.“
“I actually was,“ she replied sadly. “But now that you are here, everything is much easier for me. I think I should thank you for that.”
“Never mind.“
He thrusted into her again, until he pulled his thick shaft out of the gorgeous lady shortly before his relief and massaged it himself. His semen squirted out of him under high pressure and spread white, shiny, on the thin fabric of the woman. She moaned erotically and looked at him with puckered lips. Harry waited until his testicles were emptied and then turned back to the woman. Her eyes sparkled when, like the day before, she waved him over with a graceful finger.
“My hot breasts still need a treatment. You wanted to give me a hand, am I right?”
Greedily, he lowered his mouth to the hard-set nipple and suckled obsessively. Immediately he tasted the sweet drink and sucked it into his mouth. At the same time, he kneaded her chest with his hand to further stimulate the flow.
The white seduction was already pouring down his throat like a waterfall and he had a lot of trouble swallowing it all. Over the past few hours, not only the amount Xynthia had been able to give, but also the speed with which it could be released from her body into freedom, had increased. Apparently, the woman’s body seemed to know that it had to satisfy adults and therefore gave out a larger amount at the same time.
Harry did not care if he got a lot or a little milk by sucking, just the fact that he at his age was allowed to drink milk from a woman turned him on very much. Could he switch from water to breast milk? So he would have to come to Xynthias or Hermione’s chest every time, but they would certainly not mind.
Soon the first breast was emptied, so Harry switched to the second one and continued there with the same intensity. Xynthia had to bite her knuckles because she could not endure the giant baby suckling on her breast anymore while not being able to show herself appreciative with her moans. It won’t be long now, she told herself. Soon you will be done. This thought calmed her down a bit, but it did not prevent her from enjoying Harry’s sucking and watching how skillfully he played with her breast.
Finally she got through the procedure and Harry stood up. He grinned happily as he put his robe back on. “That was very delicious.“
“I’m glad you liked it.“ She looked around in the kitchen from her throne on top of the table. “Now just look at this mess! Everything is wet here! What do I do now? I can’t go to sleep like this! I’ll have to clean up here first.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll do it. A short spell and everything is as it was before. Go to sleep already. You have been awake long enough now!”
“Are you sure you can handle it yourself?“ She asked suspiciously.
“Of course!“ He reached into the pocket of his bathrobe and pulled out a small gold pocket watch. “Here you have the Time-Turner. As soon as you wake up, turn the wheel here,” he pointed to a small silver bump on the side, “until it has made one turn. Then you lie down again. The rest is done by magic.”
She nodded in gratitude and slid off the table. After a hug and a quick kiss, Xynthia headed for the door. Her walk resembled Hermione’s on the catwalk. Harry watched her go until she was gone and sighed. Xynthia was in no way inferior to Hermione.
Evanesco, he thought. The milk was sucked up and disappeared. He quickly returned the chairs to their starting position, turned off the light, and then left the room. He didn’t want to keep Hermione waiting.
Back in his room, he pushed the covers back and slid silently under them. He felt Hermione’s warm body and her pleasant breath close to him.
His girlfriend was sleeping.
Lucky, Harry thought to himself. If she knew what happened tonight she would be extremely upset.
“Does my mom fuck well?“ She whispered.
Harry startled, cursing quietly.
Her legs closed around his again and the moisture from her hot lower abdomen spread to the base of his legs.
“Hermione!“ He stammered flatly. “How... how can you know? I... I can explain! Please listen to me!” She opened her eyes and grinned mischievously behind his back.
“Hermione… I… It… I’m sorry. My passion went through with me. Her milk tasted so good yesterday afternoon. I couldn’t help it.”
“Look at me,“ she whispered in his ear and persistently turned his body until he finally surrendered to his fate and turned to her. Now comes the sermon of my life. She will break up with me! Shit, if I hadn’t stuck my dick into things that were none of my business! Oh man, I’m so dead. What have I done!
Harry did not know what amazed him more. Was it Hermione’s tongue that ran persistently over his lips but completely confused Harry because of the gentleness of its movements? Or was it her hand that had found his penis with one grip and was now beginning to lovingly satisfy him? His eyes widened in surprise and he saw only the outline of her head in the dark. As far as he could see, it was indeed Hermione who was lying there beside him, but could it really be that she was not mad at him? That’s an illusion! Harry thought indignantly. I practically cheated on her, didn’t I?
Hermione pulled away from him again. “Tell me!“ She whispered eagerly. “Was the sex with her good?“
“Please, Hermione... I...“
She interrupted him smiling with relish. “You’re so cute when you try to justify your feelings. I love that about you, but it’s absolutely nonsensical. Just answer my question, baby.”
Harry grumbled, caught out. “Yes. Yes, it was good,” he pouted.
“Better than with me?“
What a question! This can only go wrong. He stayed silent.
“Harry, please. I just want to know what I can do better.”
He coughed in surprise. “What?“
“Tell me what I can do better!“ The seriousness of her question could not be ignored.
“Give me milk.“
“That’s all?“
“Well, and you’re too good. You always try to talk to me so eloquently, but you do not need to. Tell me what you think. Every single dirty thought, however reprehensible it may be.”
“Okay. Shall we try it out right now?” Hermione asked.
“Right now?!“
“If you want.“
“And you’re really not mad at me?“
She laughed heartily. “Of course not, my little one. That was the risk when I agreed to my mother to take her with me. I had to expect that she would turn your head and that you would then also want to satisfy her welfare.”
“Wow. Seriously?“
As far as he could see in the darkness, she nodded. “That’s how you men are.“
“I’m sorry Hermione, really. It will not happen again.“
“Bullshit, Harry. Didn’t you listen to us well enough yesterday? Did you hear any objection from me when my mother said you had to lay her?
No, you didn’t because I did not make one either.
My mother hasn’t had good sex in a long time. She thirsts to be seen as a woman again. I cannot and will not deny her that. She would do the same to me.”
“You really are like good friends to each other. I like that. Just to be sure, so I don’t get it wrong. You forgive me the affair with your mother?”
“I forgive you every fling with my mother,“ she clarified. “I may watch you next time or join my mother again. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Not at all!“ He replied immediately. “I would even welcome it!“
“But I would be extremely careful not to make beautiful eyes to a lady other than my mother.“
“Understood, Hermione. Thank you so much.“
She kissed him. “But it doesn’t get that far, does it?“
“Of course not. You are far too important to me to put our relationship to the test.”
“There we go. I thought so. Then you can just take it as a friendly hint to make out with my mother and me as much as you like. On my behalf, we may fuck all day until it is no longer possible. So much that the next day our muscles are sore. What do you think about that?“
“Great idea!“ Harry replied. He was silent for a moment. “Say, did you just do it to yourself?“
“Yes,” she replied sourly, “I actually wanted you to penetrate me with your finger, but you weren’t here. Unfortunately.
Can you feel that?”
“Hermione, seriously, I can smell the seductive lust of your hot cunt all the way through here and it is also running down my leg. I do not need any more confirmation.
You are randy and you need me for redemption,” he stated soberly.
“Oh yes, Harry,” she breathed lasciviously, “of course I need you so that you can fuck me. Only you can give it to me as hard as I need it to be. Your cock fits perfectly in my pussy, as if it was made for her. It can’t be a coincidence.” She started to pull her thighs back.
“Will you just leave them there!“ Harry whispered angrily and she stopped in mid-movement. She looked at him questioningly.
“I thought you didn’t like it.“
“Don’t you dare tease me like that again, you salacious mare. What do you think, why I’m almost bursting again?”
“I should help you with that, I suppose?“ Less than a minute later she had turned the covers back and taken up position on his penis, which she willingly allowed to stake her.
Hermione screamed out her bestial lust. What luck that I just put the imperturbation spell on the door, it flashed through Harry’s mind. What should their parents think of us? My girlfriend is constantly horny and she’s also got me almost so far that I want to give it to her every minute.
Hermione’s wet vagina hugged his cock wildly while her labia worked on the shaft with enthusiasm. Her breasts bobbed up and down obsessively as she surrendered fully to the coitus.

The next morning came faster than expected and when Harry opened his eyes he saw a satisfied-looking Hermione with wildly tousled hair lying next to him. She was still asleep and mumbling softly in her sleep. He picked up a few scraps of words that sounded like „Harry“ and silently watched how happy she was lying there next to him. Her chest rose and fell slowly and she breathed in and out steadily. They had not bothered to put on night clothes that night and had fallen asleep next to each other naked after they had fun until, what felt like, six in the morning.
Harry leaned over to his girlfriend, smiling, and kissed her cheek. Hermione stirred slightly and began to stretch before opening her eyelids and looking sleepily at him with glittering brown eyes.
“Good morning, my angel,“ he whispered in a good mood and looked into her eyes.
“Good morning,“ she yawned and smiled. “And? Did you sleep well?“
He nodded. “Naturally. Last night was a little... short, but the day before was all the better for it. It was a lot of fun with you and your mother.”
“I dare say.“ She paused for a moment. “Do you have any idea what time it is?“ She asked kindly, propping herself up on her elbow, waiting.
He grabbed his watch from the nightstand. “What! Already eleven o’clock? Where has the time gone!” He wondered indignantly.
“I think,” Hermione replied mischievously, “that might be because we turned night into day. You know…“
“Yes. I had to keep your mouth shut so you wouldn’t wake up the whole neighborhood with your screams. I was seriously concerned that someone would call the cops on the disturbance of the peace.”
Her lips curled meaningfully. “But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?“
Instead of saying something, he kissed her again, answering her question. Her eyes sparkled and she snuggled close to him. As she did so, she felt his morning wood and reached out for it promisingly.
“No, Hermione,” he whispered urgently, “not now and above all not here. If we go to shower together you can keep playing with me, but now you still have to do something.”
“Only if you wash my hair then.“
“With your head of hair it shouldn’t be that easy,“ he mused.
“I’m very easy to care for,“ she replied, fluttering her eyelashes suggestively. “So? Are you in?”
“Of course,“ he replied, and threw back the covers. Meanwhile, Hermione grabbed the oil bottle and sat up. Harry laid on his stomach and let Hermione take a seat next to him. She pressed some oil into her hand and rubbed it erotically on his back. Then she started massaging his shoulders and Harry took a deep happy breath. Hermione’s soft hands wandered purposefully over his body and gradually his pent-up tension eased.
When she had finally worked on his back and legs sufficiently, she turned him onto his back and continued there. She paid special attention to his nipples and did not just give them a massage, but closed her mouth around them and kissed them with fiery desire. Similarly, she dealt with his stomach. Harry concentrated on her lips, which quickly moved over him and ventured more and more into more intimate areas. As she did not stop at his penis either and firmly took it in her mouth to suck it like no one else, Harry forced himself to a comment: “Hermione, I said no.“
She lifted her head and her lips curled in delight.
“And I don’t feel like listening to you,“ she said unequivocally, but Harry ignored it. He got up and Hermione, who had been holding on to him lightly, tumbled onto the bed.
“Hey!“, She called, “Let me do it to you.“
“Just a second,” he replied gently, “it cannot be that you always get your way. Now it’s my turn.” Then he got up and Hermione tried to do the same, but he shook his head. She lay there in astonishment only to cheer when he slipped his arms under her body and involuntarily lifted her up. He carried her to the locked door and stopped in front of it.
“You have your hands free,“ he stated, “so you can open the door.“ She looked up into his friendly face and then turned her head to the doorknob. She pushed it down and they both stepped out into the hallway and into the bathroom. Hermione closed the door behind them and turned the key in the lock.
“We don’t want anyone to bother us, do we?“ She said suggestively.
“Agreed,“ Harry replied, standing her on her feet in front of the shower. They went in and closed the cabin door behind them. Hermione’s hand slid down her body and fingered her vagina. “I’m so horny and wet already,“ she stated delightedly and then added apologetically: “That must be due to you.“
Harry had meanwhile tampered with the thermostat and now turned on the water. It splashed comfortably warm around their bodies, washing away sweat and other body fluids from the previous night. Hermione picked up the soap and cleaned herself up. Then she went on to Harry without asking and he was pleased with her devoted way of pampering him. It took a little longer for him as the oil on his body made him more difficult to clean, but when she finished her caresses, Harry felt like reborn.
“Well, here we go,“ he said, and asked Hermione for the lotion to put on her hair. She turned her back to him and he started washing her very beautiful and incredibly long hair. She had meanwhile stretched her hand back between her thighs and found his pleasure stick, which she slowly began to massage. Then she pushed her back through so that her firm, plush, round butt touched the boner. Apparently she had gotten closer to him because Harry was now having trouble washing her hair in the tight closeness. He tried very hard nonetheless, and since Hermione purred in satisfaction, he assumed he was doing it right.
“Enough,“ she finally said imperiously and turned to him with fiery eyes. “I cannot take it anymore. Do you cum inside me or should I swallow?”
“What do you prefer?“
“Swallowing,“ she replied enthusiastically and knelt in front of him. Immediately she had his boner in her mouth and began to suck on it greedily. One hand massaged his crown jewels while she held the foreskin back with the other so that she could caress his glans with her tongue. She was in her element and he did not hold back his gift for long. Pumping he released his sperm into freedom and Hermione gasped under the load that poured into her mouth. When the last drop had dried up, she let go of him and opened her mouth, beaming. It was completely filled with its white juice. After she closed it again and swallowed the liquid, she opened it again. „Everything gone,“ she breathed entranced and got back on her feet. “Do it again tomorrow?“ She asked erotically.
“If you like,“ Harry replied, reaching for her gem. “You cleaned me up, now the time of redemption has come for you too.
You know what?” He said as if he had changed his mind, “we’ll do it differently.” He lifted her effortlessly up on the ass cheeks and she wrapped her legs around his body with svelte grace. Harry held her under her bum with one hand while he entered her stormily with the other and brought her close to orgasm with all the tricks in the book. Her lust stuck to his fingers, the warm cave presented itself enthusiastically to him when he seduced his girlfriend caringly and welcomed her feeling of pleasure enthusiastically like a friend. A wave of passion flooded Hermione and she gasped audibly as lust squirted wildly out of her body and ran over Harry’s hand stickily. She twitched promisingly in his arms and he let his hand continue to circle around her until her lust slowly ebbed away. She kissed him with glowing eyes and after a while he withdrew from her, let her down again and raised his hand, which was dripping with her desire, to his mouth.
“I’m never tired of tasting you,“ he said softly, tasting her flavor. “You are really delicious.“
“Thank you,“ she replied embarrassed and tilted her gaze to the floor before she shyly raised it again and looked into his eyes. “But you too!“
He smiled warmly and put a fingertip under her chin. “Look at me, please, Hermione. I don’t understand why I didn’t notice you are so pretty without your makeup. You are the incarnated goddess of love in human form.”
She shook her head slowly and quickly changed the subject. “Before I completely fall for you again and am not able to think of anything else – which happens often enough anyway – we’d better get ready and then talk more. Not that my parents are wondering why the water consumption suddenly increased so much,” she winked at him meaningfully.
“I agree,“ he replied.
After stepping out of the cubicle and drying off, they dressed for the day before heading downstairs in the kitchen. Hermione had opted for a fitted belly top in white today, under which she again wore no bra. Harry had meanwhile got used to the fact that she presented her body to him so enthusiastically and he no longer paid any attention to whether his gaze got stuck on her impressive bust one time or another. As he knew, Hermione not only approved of this, but expressly endorsed it, so he was not worried that it would cause him problems. Harry suspected that she was particularly showing herself like that so that he could see when she got hard and then accommodated her clear desire.
Her nipples were just gently showing under the top again and Hermione twirled them through the fabric a little whenever Harry pretended not to look. So they were not only permanently visible, but hardened noticeably, such that Harry’s friend got ecstatic again at this observation. Meanwhile, Hermione struggled to make sure that her panties did not fill up with her horniness and was careful not to overdo it with giving her body a hand.
On the table was a note with Hermione’s mother’s unmistakably squiggly handwriting.

Good morning, you two,

I think you should know that I had an incomparable night with my husband yesterday. The sex was just divine and I gave it to him better than I have had in a long time. 😏 I think it’s because you whetted my appetite. 😉

Thank you,
Mrs. Granger

Confused, they both read the lines and then began to laugh.
“Well,” said Hermione, “my mother and her fresh meat. Man, what a dirty family we are...”
“You’re right about that,“ Harry agreed. “I’m just amazed that your mother needed an outside push to get her appetite whetted again.“
“But Harry,“ replied Hermione reprovingly, “that’s obvious.“
“Is it?“ He asked, amazed.
“Of course! Look, we both love each other so much that it’s hard for outsiders to overlook. My parents noticed that too. My mother then wanted to find out whether it is really true what I am saying about you and it seems that she was so touched that she wanted to get a little closer to my father again.”
“Hmm,“ Harry said, frowning, “but why did she need me for that?“
“I don’t know,“ she replied mischievously, “but I have an assumption.“ She took his face in both hands and kissed him on the mouth with ardent passion. Harry reciprocated her kiss groaning, as if all he needed in life was to melt with her.
“You,“ he began when they finally broke apart after half an eternity and took her hands gently while he sat down on a chair and pulled her into his lap, “you are the absolutely sexiest bride on this planet, Hermione. Taking my eyes off you borders on an ordeal and when I’m not with you, I just have to think about you all the time. Do you actually know how difficult this makes it to concentrate?”
“I… I’m sorry, Harry,” she replied desperately, “I don’t know how I do it either. If you have any advice on what I should do better, please tell me.”
“Hermione,” he replied, shaking his head, “you’re not doing anything wrong! You’re turning my head, but I accept it approvingly. Just stay the way you are because that’s how I love you. And nothing will ever change that.”
“But if you get such problems through me,“ she began, but he gently interrupted her.
“Then this is nothing for you to worry about. You are the love of my life. I think it’s the most wonderful thing in the world having to constantly only think about your beloved one, and you should be proud of your such strongly attractive charms. You saw the way people looked at you in the restaurant. None of this was faked. You are an incredibly beautiful lady – for me you are the most beautiful – and I never get tired of telling you again and again how adorable you look.
I have everything I could ever want. The house Sirius bequeathed to me. An incredibly fast car. And – most importantly – the prettiest and most wonderful woman in the whole world. I would have never dreamed of more. Even if there are billions of other ladies, I do not want any of them. You are the one to whom all of my devotion applies. I love everything physical about you, from your hair to your eyes and face to your extremely curvy body.
But what I like most about you is your calm charisma, your smile, the soft glitter of your iris when you smile at me while you look into the bottom of my soul, the seductive elegance of all your movements and your incredible intelligence. Well, and then there is that fiery, passionate look from your shining eyes, which, because of its loving intensity, makes both the sun and its siblings sparkling in the night sky pale with pure envy.
Thank you for being part of me, Hermione.”
“Harry, I... what should I say?“
But he only beamed at her and abruptly silenced her with an unadulterated kiss. He buried his hands in her heavenly hair and pulled her close to him. Harry felt her gasp, which became weaker and weaker through his demanding kiss until it finally died away completely, felt how she surrendered to him with every fiber of her body and gradually he became painfully aware how devoted he was to this stunning woman in his arms.
Hermione’s brown eyes sparkled overjoyed and he slowly lost himself in them. They kissed until they felt dizzy and could not feel anything other than the closeness of their partner. The room around them sank into a passionate explosion of emotions, leaving Harry alone with the woman of his dreams.
Hermione felt like she was in a movie. It was extremely difficult for her to understand that the life she was allowed to spend with Harry was the pure, unadulterated reality. She could not describe the sensations that flowed warmly through her body and connected with her will not to let go of this man never, never ever again. Again and again she tried to figure out how she had made her world revolve only around Harry. Again and again she tried to understand how she could be so lucky. But no matter how often she tried to find an explanation, she was left perplexed and without an answer. But she knew one thing:
She would be with Harry forever. Under no circumstances did she want to change the situation.
It was perfect.
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