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Milfs LIke It Big
By : Thundergod17
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
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Milfs like it big
Chapter 1

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

The sound of an incoming floo call broke Lily from her introspection of the potions weekly, getting up from her seat she crouched down to see her godson Neville’s face sitting on the fireplace.

“Aunt lily, can you please call Harry?”

That question stumped her completely, having assumed the group of friends to be hanging together.

“Hmm, sorry Neville, but Harry is currently visiting Ron at the Burrow,” Lily stated apologetically.

Though his expression seems muted because of the surrounding fire the shocked look became apparent to Lily.

Curious to know more Lily leaned forward a bit,

“what’s wrong Neville?”

Hesitating for a bit Neville finally answered,

“Well, Ron told us a few days ago that his mother is sending him to aunt Muriel’s house for a week so….”

The rest of his sentence barely registered in Lily’s mind already mystified about why her dear son would lie about visiting his best friend.

Shaking her head, she finally realized that Neville has stopped talking and was now looking at her nervously.

“Don’t worry sweetheart I will tell him to visit you later.” She finally replied to her godson causing him to disconnect the floo call, relieved at getting out of that awkward situation.

With thousands of thoughts crowding her head, she walked toward the couch, picked up her wand, fastened it to her wrist holder, and nodded resolutely.

Wanting to get to the bottom of the mystery of his son’s willingness to visit the Burrow despite his friend’s absence, she walked up to the main door of her family’s cottage and walked towards the ward boundary, apparating the moment she crossed it,

Her destination

The Burrow.

***

Silently apparating at the edge of the Weasley family house, Lily Potter strode confidently down the beaten-down path, already allowed entry inside the wards courtesy of being a family friend for a long-time.

Looking around for any sign of activities around the house or the open orchard, she found nothing.

So, taking her wand out she silently performed the human presence revealing charm Homenum Revilio to ascertain the veracity of her manual research.

Finally reaching the house, she was about to knock on the oaken door to reveal her presence but decided to confirm her results once more. Just as she was about to stop the charm, two bright glowing outlines of human presence lit up her senses somewhere on the second floor.

Hoping against hope that her son isn’t taking advantage of the poor Weasley daughter, Ginevra, in the absence of Weasley’s parents, opened the door with a tap of her wand before silently creeping towards the staircases following the results of her earlier charm.

Taking one step at a time to avoid the creaky wooden floorboards, she took her sweet time reaching the second floor consisting of the master bedroom and Ginny’s bedroom, already moving towards the daughter’s bedroom when the creaking of bedsprings and a loud moan almost caused her to stop dead in her tracks.

That sound did not come from Ginny’s bedroom but rather from her parents.

Face getting red in apparent embarrassment at intruding upon the Weasley couple’s private time, she was about to turn back before a scream of pleasure made her blood run cold in dread.

“Oh! yesss... suck on mommy’s tities!”

Heart thundering in her breast, she slowly crept toward the master bedroom when an errant thought gave her a pause,

Maybe Molly and Arthur are roleplaying.

Yeah, probably fulfilling their secret fetish in absence of their children.

Still, to settle her discontent heart, she performed a final spell that will prove beyond doubt her son’s whereabouts.

“Point me Harry Potter.”

And her wand pointedly spun straight at the aforementioned door confirming what a small part of her mind had already anticipated the moment her human presence spell confirmed two people in a bedroom at this time of the day but her rational mind was in firm denial about.

Wand almost slipping from her sweaty hand, Lily Potter crossed the final few steps, cringing at the wet slapping sounds that were permeating from behind the closed doors.

The nerve of that red-haired harlot.

Already passing judgment on her busty red-haired friend’s guilt, not even doubting her son’s innocence for a second, she touched her wand to the door intent on opening it with a silent alohomora, when her wand’s light touch caused the door to open a fraction, indicating no locking spell on the door.

“That cradle-robbing bimbo” Lily silently fumed, pushing her head at the gap created by the door opening.

“Not even having the shame of putting a locking charm where anybody can stumble upon her debauchery.”

But all her indignation evaporated at the sight that greeted her.

Molly Weasley with her hands above her head fisting a handful of the bedsheet, eyes closed, and mouth opened in painful ecstasy, getting her famously huge breasts sucked voraciously by Just barely above-age-of-consent Harry Potter and also getting pounded by an absolute monstrosity of a cock attached to the same person.

Shaking her head and closing her eyes to dispel any kind of depraved image that her more than a decade-and-a-half-long dry-spell-addled mind might have conjured, she opened her eyes slowly, painfully afraid.

No, the same image of her son rutting into his best friend’s mother.

The sudden increase of ferocity in his son’s thrusting almost made her stumble back in pure shock, and the resulting geyser of love juices that Molly squirted all over her son made her own wet neglected pussy give a desperate throb, clenching, desiring something massive to cling onto.

Her earlier hypothesis of Molly Weasley taking advantage of her innocent baby boy seems less likely the more she watched her son absolutely destroy the horny woman sexually.

Wanting a better look she pushed her whole head inside the door, not caring about any consequences while unknowingly putting her unoccupied left hand inside her jeans, opening the button absentmindedly, and starting to diddle herself to her son’s excessive manliness.

All pretense of civility was gone in the heat of the moment.

***

Harry Potter felt like he is the king of the wizarding world as he thrust his veiny shaft inside the amazingly wet cunt of a stacked Molly Weasley.

Seeing those enormous milk tanks jiggling erotically with his every thrust, he buried his head in her freckled milky cleavage, kissing, licking, and sucking every inch of flesh, his mouth can feast upon.

Gradually changing his path from her cleavage to proper tit-flesh, Harry started to voraciously suck on her inverted left nipple, almost cajoling it to emerge from its hiding place; the galleon-sized, cherry-pink areola, causing the busty woman to let out whorish moans.

“Oh! yesss... suck on mommy’s tities!”

Grinning toothily at hearing the Weasley matriarch’s depraved desires, he focused his attention on her right nipple, having succeeded at coaxing out the thumb-sized bright red one from her left tit after incessant biting.

After successfully wheedling out the two nubs, he put his large hands around the gigantic bosoms, bringing both of the sensitive nipples together after which he dived back right into the tits, sucking both nipps, lavishing both with utmost attention all the while never breaking his rhythmic thrusting into her heated furnace of a pussy.

Feeling the woman underneath him curving her back to encourage even rougher tit-play, he took hold of both of her nipples with his teeth and start dragging both upward distending them like rubber, causing the curvy milf to let out a shocked gasp, simultaneously squeezing her cunt muscles ferociously, indicating an oncoming orgasm.

“Fuck… please…”

“Please what aunt Molly?” Harry asked mockingly to the desperately horny woman finally letting go of the abused nipples and only focusing on ruining the mature woman’s fuckhole with his girthy appendage.

Feeling the woman beneath him shaking violently with eyes closed, and mouth wide open in a wordless scream and knowing from experience the woman’s tendency of having messy orgasms if properly riled up, Harry tried to withdraw from her determinedly clenching pussy, hopefully, to avoid being in her line of fire. Alas, the only thing he got for his effort was a faceful of her female juice ejected with enough force to completely drench him from his head to torso, thoroughly bathing him in her cunt sauce.

Already riled up for not being able to cum himself, the unwanted fem-cum bath only pushed his fraying nerves to the extreme, dragging the still-spasming Weasley matriarch to the edge of her marital bed, Harry took hold of her waist and flipped her with all his strength, pancaking those huge fun-bags underneath her. Squaring his shoulder and firming his stance, he aligned his massive mushroom head with the still-vibrating pink folds of her pussy and pushed all his length in a titanic thrust, bringing his large hand on her dump truck of a wide ass with a sharp crack.

“Nngggh, too sensitive, please!” Molly Weasley hollered on the verge of losing her mind from the pleasure overload.

“Shut up, you fucking whore!” Harry growled, still raining spanks alternatingly on her wide ass, creating a ridiculously lewd music of hands meeting with thick meat together with the disgustingly wet sound of nature’s primal dance. “Good luck explaining to your family why your eighth child has black hair and green eyes, ‘cause I’m going to breed you, you bitch!”

Feeling her passage get wetter than before at his degrading comments, Harry can’t help but blurt out,

“Did you just cum again?” his voice starts wavering, at the brink of the best orgasm of his life. “You cheating adulterous witch!”

Starting to lose his rhythm Harry gathered all his strength for his final thrust, knocking on the busty woman’s cervix, dumping all his accumulated seed from the last hours of rutting directly into her womb from his overinflated hanging balls.

And from the drenching of his balls and thighs, seemed to have taken the woman to another mind-blowing completion.

Taking out his still-hard dick from the gaping open red pussy of the milf, Harry Potter wiped it on the ruined bedsheet before getting up on his feet, hoping to have a bath before returning home.
“Hey Molly, fancy a romp in the bathroom?”

No response

A bit concerned now, seeing her catatonic state, he slapped her abused red ass with all his strength, causing the fuck drunk woman to jerk awake from her orgasming stupor with a throaty moan all the while her cunt hole continued leaking his thick white cream mixed with her ejaculate, creating a large puddle under her.

Shaking his head and feeling his chest swell with pride, having turned a mature woman into a vegetative puddle with his mighty dick, Harry Potter left the Weasley matriarch to rest on her marital bed, collecting his clothes on the way to the bathroom, hoping to rid all the fuck stench before meeting his mother.

***

Oh no….

Withdrawing her head silently to not alert the amorous couple, of her presence, Lily silently slid down the opposite wall, breathing heavily almost hyperventilating.

Pulling her wand and casting a disillusionment charm hurriedly over herself to hide her presence from her son’s rapidly approaching footsteps, she held her breath until her naked son went past her, the massive appendage almost dangling to his knees hypnotically swaying, making her nearly lose control of her invisibility.

Stupid, stupid, stupid….

She had completely lost control in front of the unexpectedly arousing proceedings, fingerfucking herself into many orgasms, desperately wishing to be in Molly’s place herself, receiving her son’s furious onslaught. Thankfully that slap to Molly’s rump broke her out of vivid fantasies regarding her son.

She almost cursed out loud for thinking about her son like that.

That’s incest…

Her muggle upbringing always made sure to stress the amorality of sexual intercourse between close family members.

Well, that didn’t stop you that time…

She ruthlessly crushed that dark voice in her head not wanting to fall into its temptation.

Nodding her head in the steadfast resolution of not thinking about her son that way again, she got up on her unsteady legs and prepared to depart from the place of her grievous sin when her inquisitive mind made her take a last peek into the bedroom.

And into the scene of a half-awake Molly Weasley scooping out rivulets of cum from her gaping open cunt and putting it into her mouth, eyes closed in bliss.

What a slut!

The twin diamond-hard peaks of her large breast threatening to poke holes in her top are just because of the chill, she consoled herself.

Yeah, that’s it.

“I am going to go to my bedroom and fantasize about my husband James making sweet love to me.” Lily decided resolutely. “James with bright green eyes and a massive cock.”

Silence

Fucking hell, I’m screwed.

Aren’t I?

Well, she can slap herself silly if she ever got her hands on a time-turner.

Her earlier fascination with her son’s penis started way before seeing it in action here, in fact, she can so vividly recall the details as if that incident happened yesterday.

When her hot temper and competitiveness caused her to cross a bridge that shouldn’t have been crossed, especially between mother and son…

***

Ten days earlier, Malfoy Manor

Lily potter stepped out of the floo of Malfoy Manor, vanishing the accumulated soot with a flick of her wand from her yellow sundress. Knowing her friend’s tendency to spend summer days in her back garden lazing, she set out toward her destination already quite late due to a hold-up in her potion’s lab.

Even though she had been to the intimidating manor a lot of times over the years, the unnatural, almost picturesque marble interiors never fail to make her uneasy with their glowing white sheen; humongous crystal chandeliers, unnecessary projection of wealth, and the less she talks about the sneering portraits the better.

If in her schooling days, someone had said that she would be best friends with the infamous black sisters, she would have laughed at their faces but look at her now, all chummy with the Malfoy matriarch and the lady black.

Though the journey of their friendship was not exactly smooth sailing.

Bitter rivals at school in almost every subject; from potions, charms, runes, dueling, etc. Always butting heads about their supposed superiority.

She can’t help but think what her teenage self will say about their relationship now.

Her reminiscence was interrupted by a loud throat clearing from her other best friend Alice Longbottom.

“Earth to lill’s, what’s got your head in the cloud?” the teasing came from the blonde beauty, who seems to have come from the front gate, likely having apparated there.

“Nothing really,” Lily replied with a shake of her head, “just remembering old times.”

“Well, you can do that later.” Alice took hold of her hand, dragging her towards the Malfoy manor garden, where a small round wooden table has been set for their get-together along with half a dozen chairs.

“If we don’t hurry all of Molly’s delicious homemade fudge will be in Bella’s stomach. I want some of that goodness.”

Smiling at her friend’s enthusiasm Lily let herself be dragged to the centerfold, where just as Alice had predicted more than half of the fudge seemed to have disappeared.

“Accio”

“Hey, that’s my plate!” came the loud whining voice of Bellatrix Black.

“You will get fat, eating all that sweet,” Alice mockingly replied,” fatter than now anyway.”

“What… “

Bellatrix’s indignant stuttering was downed by others’ laughter.

Getting red in rage at the perceived insult of her weight she was about to give all of her friends a piece of her mind when suddenly her furious expression did a complete one-eighty. Letting out a superior smirk.

“Oh, I guess wizards nowadays crave a curvy, busty woman like me rather than a slim Auror widow considering just last night two handsome men made love to me while you were pro….”

“Enough Bella!” the ice-cold voice of Narcissa stopped her elder sister short.

“Pardon Bella for her crass language Alice, she never really learned to control her temper or learned manners.” Narcissa Malfoy’s beautiful delicate voice filled the silence, “Please take your seats.”

Taking their place around the table Lily let out a tired sigh, quite exhausted from her work while Alice took a spoonful of fudge and made eye contact with the currently sulking Bellatrix and let out an exaggerated moan of delight, intending to rile up the aforementioned witch.

The small whisper of,

“Bitch”

And the smug expression on Alice’s face certainly cemented her victory in this round of verbal duel.

Narcissa Malfoy let out a tired sigh, already aware of her sister’s intensely competitive nature, especially against the Gryffindor duo.

Not that she is any better.

Where Bellatrix’s rivalry with Lily stems from their prodigious talent in charms and dueling, or in Alice’s case, her ease of transfiguring things always soured Bella’s mood.

In her case, though the only rivalry she had with Lily was over their potions grade, considering they both were the top two students, it was only natural that they would have butt heads over the issue.

Even after graduation, their allegiance to different factions of the war made sure their rivalry prevails until their parents forced Bella to choose Lestrange as her Husband and follow the Dark Lord. Rather than forgoing her freedom and promiscuous lifestyle Bella chose to do the exact opposite, joining Dumbledore’s cohort.

Unfortunately, being the dutiful daughter, preserving blood purity and family image rested solely on her shoulder after both her elder sister’s betrayal thus giving her no choice but to marry Lucius Malfoy.

Birthing Draco is the only good thing that came from that farce of a marriage.

The indignity of being a death eater’s wife aside, the constant mention of her son’s supposed special education as future Malfoy heir made sure that her dear husband had to leave his mortal coil early, succumbing to a horrific accident, thus giving her full custody of their son as well as the full Malfoy estate, enabling her to raise her son the way she likes while enjoying the luxuries provided by the Malfoy wealth.

At least the Malfoys are loaded.

It also enabled her to connect with her estranged elder sister, gradually growing closer to the Order members for safety as well as the opportunity for Draco to grow up with children his age.

Not that the threat of Dark lords lasted long. Falling at the hands of little Neville Longbottom in his hubris.

Though she wished her friends had not had to pay such heavy prices.

It took a long time for Alice to come out of depression after the death of her husband Frank Longbottom at the hands of the Dark lord himself.

And Lily…

Sometimes she wished that death eaters had simply killed the Potter lord on that fateful night rather than torturing him to insanity. The only reason Lily and little Harry survived that night was that both were visiting Bella’s abode as a way to celebrate the Dark lord’s downfall.

The continued vegetative existence of James Potter has invariably caused Lily much more heartache, wasting away days in a futile search for a miracle, unable to move on with her life.

Looking to her right, the dimpled face of Molly Weasley, smiling pleasantly at her sister’s antics caused her to almost let out an unladylike snort.

Oh, Lucius if you could only see who is roaming your humble abode nowadays.

A sudden shout broke her musing as she looked upwards to see her darling Draco and his friends zooming above them tossing a quaffle between them.

Never to lose a chance to brag about her son,

“Draco has been invited to a quidditch camp by Vastra Vultures. Have you guys heard about that?” Her euphoric declaration startled the others out of their gossiping.

“Congratulations Cissy!” Molly’s earnest words brought forth a huge smile on her face.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware Malfoys had a stake in that club.” Lily’s condescending tone instantly snuffed out her jubilant expression.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Narcissa ground out her teeth in anger having already guessed the reason.

“My son has defeated Draco in every game they have played so far.” Lily spelled out slowly relishing to one-up her rival. “If they wanted the best seeker then surely my son would have been invited.

Taking deep breaths, not wishing to get riled up by the redhead’s asinine comments.

“No, Malfoys don’t own any percentage of that club,” Narcissa replied in her best ice-queen expression. “Maybe they have seen real talent in my son unlike someone who has coasted to victories on the shoulders of superior teammates”

“Yeah, sure.” Lily’s dismissive shrug of shoulders only made Narcissa more incensed. “What helps you sleep at night.”

“Hey, didn’t that fat old fart that was constantly hitting on you at the last ministry gala owns some percentages of that club?” Bellatrix’s unnecessary input only made Lily’s victorious grin that much wider which didn’t escape Narcissa’s notice.

“Looking for another rich, old husband Cissy?” Lily’s innocent question caused the others to chuckle merrily.

“Enough teasing her, Lily!” Alice made her voice heard before Narcissa could draw her wand and curse her best friend, which by her thundering expression doesn’t seem far off.

“Oh, come on, Alice, I was…”

Alice continued before Lily could finish her sentence.

“I don’t know why you ladies are even fighting over that useless sport. When we could talk about something noble, like, dueling.”

All she got for her clever interception was four deadpanned stares.

“What, seriously, my Neville just got selected for the Junior European Dueling Tournament to represent Britain. That’s more impressive than anything any of your sons have ever done.”

“Now Alice don’t be too hasty. Everybody knows that my son could wipe the floor with anyone his age at dueling. He just doesn’t like all the attention it brings to him.” Lily’s attempt to prove his son’s superiority was again interrupted by the Malfoy matriarch.

“Draco has started showing interest in dueling from last year. I believe in a few years he will establish himself as the best young British duelist.” Narcissa was only gathering steam when all of them were surprised by a sudden shout from Bellatrix.

“I have enough of this stupid shit. I don’t care what your spawns are good at considering my Blaise is the best where it counts.”

“Oh really, please enlighten us” Lily’s amused snort was reciprocated by every other female present there. “Maybe you were training him in secret, ready to unleash upon the world when everybody least expects it.”

Bellatrix Black was always vivacious, even as a child, always demanding the attention of everybody. Growing more beautiful every year after hitting puberty, her sense of self, inflated with every simpering fool’s attention to the point, that not being the center of attention in a roomful of people, became a point of affront for her. So, sitting there silently while being forced to listen, everybody bragging about their sons, caused her to feel something that she had not felt in a long time.

Inadequacy

Unfortunately, her son, Blaise black’s greatest accomplishment to date is being born as the heir Black.

Painfully average in every subject at Hogwarts, He can’t even claim to be a sportsperson for his lackadaisical efforts in academics, and the less she talks about his dueling prowess the better.

She had already digested a lot of ribbing for that from her acquaintances.

The average son of the dueling world champion.

Gritting her teeth in frustration she had to listen to others drone on while she, herself was relegated to the sidelines.

Like a fucking commoner…

Not that she has anything to brag about her son, considering the only thing he seems to care about is getting into as many girl’s panties as he can. Well, she is hardly one to talk about this considering her dalliances with so many wizards.

She can’t brag about his philandering ways, can she?

Wait…

That’s it.

Inspired by the sudden insane idea, smirking evilly inside, she hollered out.

“I have enough of this stupid shit. I don’t care what your spawns are good at considering my Blaise is the best where it counts.”

“Oh really, please enlighten us.” Already envisioning defeated expressions on her rival’s face, she let that condescending comment pass through without rising to the red-headed bitch’s provocation.

Stretching the silence intentionally to draw the suspense out she whispered,

“Sex”

With a supremely smug smirk.

The gobsmacked expressions on Cissa, Alice, and Molly’s face and the steadily reddening of her old rival Lily’s face brought her immense satisfaction to one-up everyone.

Everybody’s shock was so great that nobody even acknowledged Lily sputtering “that’s highly inappropriate.”

“Considering that girl’s line-up to get even one date with my son, I can bet my entire fortune that Blaise is gifted in bed.” Wanting to add further insult to their injury, “He must be hung like a hippogriff, just like his father who was the most well-endowed male I have ever met.”

Finishing her speech, she took hold of the chilled glass of wine that her sister’s house-elf Dobby had brought for them, sipping from it with a satisfactory sigh, having handily emasculated all her opponents, Basking in her glorious triumph.

Alice Longbottom seemed like the first person to come out of her shell-shocked state proving her quick wit once again.

“How convenient to proclaim grandeur, when there is no way to test its veracity.” Staring squarely into Bella’s eyes “Maybe your son has a different witch in his arms every week because he can’t keep them happy after that.”

Causing Bella to start coughing, having inhaled the wine through the wrong pipe.

Red, bloodshot eyes glared at Alice, but before she could regain her composure Alice continued not intimidated in the slightest,

“I believe that Neville will be the most gifted in this area, you know they don’t call us long-bottoms for nothing.”

And that horrible pun finally broke through the tense atmosphere, making everyone giggle a little.

“Hey, that was not a joke.” Alice’s disgruntled shout even made a fully composed Bella crack a laugh.

“Well, Ron is the tallest of them all.” The usually silent Molly Weasley’s voice caused all her friends to stare at her in surprise. “Prewetts were also always gifted in bed so I think my Ronniekins has a good claim for that title.”

The placid Weasley matriarch’s spirited declaration also had the added effect of bringing Narcissa’s, Malfoy pride out.

As much as Narcissa doesn’t care about the Malfoy name, her name has been irrevocably connected to them through marriage, so seeing a rival family like the Weasleys making such claims, she couldn’t stop herself from adding her two cents.

“As much as I detest Lucious, I can’t deny he was a gifted lover.” Staring down at every other female with her icy-blue eyes Narcissa vehemently declares, “and considering Draco got my good looks, combining with his father’s prowess makes him the best candidate for that crown.”

***

Bellatrix gritted her teeth hearing her sister’s passionate declaration.
Her moment of glory was rudely snatched away by that embarrassing accident.
Wanting to establish her superiority once again she proposed,
“Why don’t we find the winner through a competition?”
“And how exactly are we going to that, sis?” Narcissa framed the question with the perfect arching of her eyebrow.

“Simple, we will call all our sons here and ask them to line up and drop their pants, after which we will take a measurement of their dongs, rub one out to measure how much they let out each time, and lastly we will measure how long they take to recharge.” Bellatrix spelled out slowly daring someone to challenge her method.

The situation has gotten so out of hand, that nobody even balked at such vulgarity spewing from Bella’s mouth. Everyone accepted her challenging stare head-on.

Well almost Everyone.

Now that she thinks about it someone has been very quiet for a long time.

Grinning like a shark that has just smelled blood, she pounced on the nervously shifting Lily Potter, relishing the chance to humiliate her past rival.

***

Lily Potter is regretting coming here today. At first, everything seems completely normal. Bantering among friends, trying to one-up another through friendly teasing. Then that Bellatrix had to open her mouth and drag the whole conversation to lewd debauchery and even her friends joined in the utter vulgarity after their initial hesitation.

Talking about their sons’ sexual appendages.

How disgusting.

Though she can see how her mortification is not shared by others considering incest is not that uncommon in the wizarding world and all her friends’ backgrounds as pureblood heiresses must be the reason for this desensitization.

Unfortunately, her upbringing in a religious conservative muggle Christian family; will always make her see incest as a sin, an abomination.

Shaking her head, and thinking of ways to politely escape from the uncomfortable situation when the main culprit’s voice finally registered in her ears.

Blushing beet-red at such a ridiculous challenge, fidgeting nervously in her seat, Lily was about to ask for permission to leave when her childhood rival’s condescending tone caused her to look up from her silent, mortified state,

“You can forfeit already Lily; I mean I have heard from Blaise that your son hasn’t even gone on any date ever.” Voice dripping with forced sweetness, Bella continued, “Not to mention his physically small size. There is no shame in withdrawing from a battlefield if you don’t have the manpower to fight.”

“Bella that’s out of line.” Narcissa’s chiding of her sister barely reached her ears, an angry red flush creeping all over her face matching her skin color with her hair.

That fucking whore…

Calling my son less than others…

I will fucking show her.

She has never backed down from a challenge no matter how hard it was at the time. And she isn’t going to do that now.

“Why don’t you start the competition and let the results speak for themselves.” All previous nervousness gone, Lily potter returned Bellatrix’s challenging look with fire in her eyes, ready to fight it out like the day’s past.

Bellatrix couldn’t contain her joyous laugh any longer, certain of her victory considering she had not lied about her son’s father’s most impressive size and stamina
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Milfs LIke It Big

Milfs like it big

Chapter 1