Harry's Perfect Summer by LuckyQuaffle-Harry's sister has invited her two best friends Daphne and Hermione to stay over for the summer, who bring with them their parents. After the husbands leave for the duelling world cup, Harry is left all alone with a trio of naughty girls and their mothers; and things quickly turn interesting. SMUT / LEMONS, HAREM / MULTI.Harry Potter, M, English, Romance & Fantasy, chapters: 16, words: 58k+, favs: 938, follows: 1k+, updated: Apr 13 published: Jan 22, 2024, Harry P., Hermione G., Lily Evans P., Daphne G.
Chapter 1 - The Teasing Trio
Harry Potter had finally finished his seventh year at Hogwarts. He was the highest scoring student to finish Hogwarts since Dumbledore, and he couldn't be more relieved. After spending countless hours studying and perfecting his magical abilities, he was ready for a relaxing summer.
With a final, deep breath, Harry apparated to Potter Manor, landing in the courtyard near the entrance. Potter Manor had been in the family for hundreds of years, built in the Scottish Highlands by one of his ancestors. It was a massive building, made of stone and wood, with tall towers and spires reaching towards the sky.
As he walked inside, he was greeted by the warm smiles of his mother and father. Lily Potter had long fiery red hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a fiery waterfall, while James Potter had a strong build with dark hair that framed his face. Their eyes were bright and full of love for their son.
"Welcome home, Harry!" exclaimed Lily, her emerald eyes shining with pride. "We're so proud of you." She gave him a warm hug, enveloping him in her arms. As he felt her firm breasts press against his chest, he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins. His mother was still incredibly attractive, despite being married for nearly two decades now.
"Well done, my boy!" said James, clapping him on the back, "You deserve every accolade coming your way. Now go upstairs and rest. We'll celebrate properly tomorrow when everyone arrives."
The next day, the Potter household was bustling with energy, anticipating the arrival of their guests. Iris, Harry's twin sister, had invited her two best friends Daphne Greengrass and Hermione Granger to stay over for the summer to celebrate their graduation. Alongside them came their parents – Anastasia Greengrass and Emma and Daniel Granger.
After a quick breakfast, Harry went upstairs to his room to get ready for the day. As he stepped out into the hallway, he almost collided with his sister, Iris. She had just left her room and was making her way downstairs in only her underwear and in a large t-shirt that he recognised as his own. Her long fiery red hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her emerald eyes were lazily following the screen on her phone as she scrolled.
Harry couldn't help but stare at her tight ass as she walked past him, his stolen t-shirt doing nothing to hide her intimate parts. Trapped between her firm, jiggling cheeks was a tiny pink thong, which barely covered her sex. A sudden surge of blood rushed through his veins, causing an unwanted bulge in his trousers, and he knew he had to have a wank to calm himself before their guests arrived.
"Iris!" Harry called out, trying to regain his composure, "Put some clothes on. Our guests will be here soon."
Her eyes flicked up from her phone as she turned to look at him, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Relax, pervert," she laughed teasingly, her eyes flicking down to his bulging crotch, "I have plenty of time."
Harry's face turned a bright red, and he tried to hide his embarrassment. He knew he shouldn't be getting hard over his sister, but he couldn't help it. There was something undeniably attractive about Iris that had his mind racing with forbidden fantasies.
A few hours later, the Potter family gathered by the fireplace, waiting for their guests to arrive.
Iris had changed into a tight pair of skinny jeans that cupped her ass magnificently and a white, low-cut top that hugged her curves. It had thin straps and a neckline that plunged deep into her cleavage, drawing attention to her generous chest. A gold pendant hung between her well-endowed breasts and Harry couldn't help but steal glances as he noticed how it bounced back and forth between her soft mounds whenever she moved.
Lily walked downstairs dressed in a fitted pair of blue denim jeans and a form-fitting black crop-top that highlighted her toned stomach and big, perky tits. Her ass was rounder and softer than her daughter's and moved sinuously with each step she took. She looked radiant, just like Iris, and Harry could barely tear his gaze away.
When the time was ripe, Daphne was the first to come through the Floo. She was a tall and elegant woman with radiant golden hair cascading down her back in waves and pretty blue eyes that sparkled with life. Her body was toned and fit, showcasing a pair of ample breasts and a tight ass that could make any man drool. Harry felt his hormones spiking just by laying eyes on her.
But Daphne was a dangerous woman. There was nothing she loved more than to see men embarrass themselves in their pursuit of her. At Hogwarts, she would walk around in skirts so short that they barely covered her ass, and tops so tight that they threatened to burst open at any moment. Men would flock around her, vying for her attention and showering her with gifts. But despite their efforts, she remained firmly out of reach, never deigning to sleep with any of them, letting their desperation only fuel her ego.
"Iris!" Daphne greeted her friend with a warm smile and wrapped her arms around her. Harry watched as they hugged tightly, admiring the sensuality of Daphne's movements. When they finally broke apart, Daphne caught him looking at them and smiled slyly.
Harry collected himself, trying to play it cool. "Hi, Daphne," he said, trying not to let his attraction show on his face. Daphne just winked at him playfully, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking, before turning to greet the others.
Anastasia Greengrass came out of the fire next, slightly more reserved compared to her daughter Daphne. She was dressed in an exquisite robe with a modest neckline that nonetheless accentuated her well-preserved figure. Her age didn't seem to diminish her youthful radiance or elegance. Harry felt his eyes drawn to her curves and thought that she was quite a catch for an older woman. After her husband's early demise many years ago, she became known for her insatiable sexual appetite, and it was said that she had taken many lovers since her husband's death. Harry couldn't help but wonder if she would be interested in a summer fling with him.
Anastasia hugged Lily warmly, greeting her with a tight embrace. They had been good friends since they were teenagers when they first met at Hogwarts, and their closeness had led to a lasting bond that had transcended the passage of time. Anastasia's elegant figure pressed against Lily's body, their ample bosoms mushed together as they hugged.
"It's so good to see you again, dear!" gushed Anastasia, pulling back after a while.
"You too, Anastasia," replied Lily, smiling warmly. "It's been far too long!"
Anastasia released Lily from her hold and turned to Harry with a kind smile. "Hello, Harry," she greeted him, before giving him a light peck on both cheeks, causing Harry to blush profusely. Her gaze seemed to linger on his strong shoulders and chiselled jawline, sending shivers down his spine. Harry nodded awkwardly in greeting, taken aback by her unexpected affectionate gesture.
After Anastasia had greeted everyone, they waited for the Grangers to arrive.
"Remember, the Grangers are arriving by Portkey," James told everyone, glancing at his watch. "And we're expecting them any minute now..."
Just as James finished speaking, a bright flash of light appeared in the middle of the room, accompanied by a loud pop. The air crackled with energy as Hermione and her parents were unceremoniously hurled into the space by a portkey, causing them to fall into a chaotic heap on the floor. The Grangers' entrance was less than graceful, as their limbs splayed out in a messy tangle, their asses in the air, presented for the whole world to see.
Amid the disorder, however, Harry couldn't help but enjoy the ensuing free show. His eyes were glued to the sight of Hermione on her hands and knees, her plain, white summer dress flipped up in her tumble to the floor, exposing the plump cheeks of her ass, clad in nothing but a pair of lacy pink underwear. The thong did little to hide the outline of her pussy lips, which bulged suggestively between her thighs.
His cock twitched in appreciation, stiffening almost instantly. It was as if every ounce of blood from his brain rushed downwards, gathering into his groin with urgency.
In his attempt to look away, his eyes fell on Emma, Hermione's mother, who had landed sprawled on the floor facing him just next to her daughter. Unlike her daughter, Emma wore skinny blue denim jeans that fit snugly over her hips and curvy bottom. On all fours, her generous cleavage spilled out from her low-cut black tank top, revealing her large breasts squeezed inside a red push-up bra.
Harry quickly moved towards her, extending his arm out to help her up. Her soft hand found its way into his, and as she pulled herself up, Harry's gaze fell to her cleavage once more. His mind raced, overwhelmed by lustful thoughts and lewd fantasies of feeling those big soft pillows bouncing against his hard rod. He imagined squeezing her melons, pinching her nipples until they stood tall like rocket ships reaching for the skies.
He managed to tear his eyes away from her jiggling flesh just long enough to spot Daniel picking himself off the ground nearby, before helping up his daughter. Finally, the Grangers found themselves back on their feet, albeit a little frazzled and flustered.
As Harry stepped back from the Grangers, Iris caught his gaze, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Her plump lips curled into a smirk, and she mouthed the words, "Pervert." Harry blushed, feeling his cheeks grow hot as he quickly averted his gaze. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, knowing that his sister had caught him staring at her friend and her mother. He must not have been as stealthy as he thought.
"Portkeys!" exclaimed James, breaking the awkward silence. "They're always a bit rough, but they get the job done. And they sure as hell beat Side-Along Apparition!"
The Grangers laughed nervously, trying to play off their embarrassment. "Yes, well, it's certainly an experience," replied Daniel, trying to regain his composure. "But we're glad to be here."
As the girls hugged Hermione and Lily greeted Emma, Daniel approached Harry, extending his hand toward him. Harry accepted it graciously, giving him a firm handshake.
"Good to see you again, Harry," Daniel said with a smile. "I trust you've been doing well since we last spoke?"
Harry nodded his head, replying, "Yes, I've been keeping busy with my studies. It's good to have a bit of a break now, though."
Daniel's eyes sparkled as he continued, "I must say, Hermione has been raving about your results at Hogwarts. She's been telling us all about your impressive scores and achievements."
At the mention of Hermione, Harry glanced over at where she stood talking to Iris and Daphne. The petite brunette seemed to be blushing under Harry's gaze, casting shy glances towards him every so often. Harry couldn't help but notice how adorable she looked in her white sundress, which contrasted beautifully against her tan skin. Forcing himself to tear his eyes away before he got lost in another daydream, he smiled in response to Daniel.
"It sounds like my reputation precedes me," Harry joked lightly, trying not to sound too proud. But secretly, he revelled in the fact that someone as pretty as Hermione held him in such high regard.
Despite having been in the same year at Hogwarts and graduated together, Harry had never really gotten to know Hermione or Daphne all that well. Sure, they had shared a few classes together, but they had never truly connected beyond the occasional polite conversation. Collectively, they were known as the trio of Hogwarts' Vixens, and they had a reputation for teasing boys mercilessly, making them drool as they walked past in the halls. They knew exactly what buttons to press, leaving trails of horny young men behind them wherever they went.
For Harry, however, this dynamic posed a potential problem. As much as he tried to deny it, even to himself, there was no escaping the truth - he was an extraordinarily horny individual. Spending the entire summer surrounded by three beautiful women who loved nothing more than playing games with unsuspecting males might prove disastrous for his sanity, not to speak of their tantalising mothers. Already, he felt the familiar stirrings deep within his loins, urging him to act upon his desires.
Unable to resist the mounting pressure, Harry decided to excuse himself from the group, claiming that he needed to rest before dinner.
A little while later, the smell of cooking wafted gently through the air, teasing Harry's senses and reminding him that dinner was drawing close. His stomach growled hungrily, prompting him to rise from his bed and make his way downstairs.
As he reached the dining hall, he saw that the long mahogany table was laid out with fine silverware, crystal glasses, and ornate porcelain dishes. James and Daniel were already seated, engaged in conversation while they waited for the others to arrive.
Harry had just taken a seat next to the two men as the doors to the dining hall swung open once more, heralding the arrival of the women. The women were all dressed up for the evening, their hair styled to perfection and elegant dresses cascading down their curvaceous bodies. The sight that met Harry was nothing short of breathtaking, and he couldn't help but gaze upon them with awed fascination.
Iris entered first, dressed in a stunning red gown that hugged her petite frame and emphasised her ample curves. A split ran down the leg of the gown, allowing the fabric to drape open slightly, exposing her shapely, toned legs. Harry felt his heart race as he took in the sight, his eyes travelling upwards towards her stunning face, framed by soft waves of fiery red hair.
Daphne sauntered into the room next, drawing the eye with her flowing emerald silk slip that showcased the swells of her luscious breasts. The neckline plunged deeply, invoking Harry's mind to race with sinful imaginations at the expanse of exposed skin. A pair of long stilettos adorned her feet, drawing Harry's attention towards her endless legs. Harry couldn't help but imagine running his hands along the length of her smooth calves, all the way up to her voluptuous ass, where they would finally linger, kneading the full, rounded globes of her buttocks.
Daphne caught Harry's gaze, and she smirked, knowing full well that he was undressing her with his eyes. But instead of reprimanding him, she simply winked at him slyly, sending a chill up his spine and leaving him even more flustered and intrigued than before.
Hermione entered last of the girls, her long, wavy brown hair cascading over the shoulders of her dusty rose dress. She wore a modest yet flattering attire that accentuated her voluptuous figure without showing off excessive cleavage. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as he took in the way her dress clung to her large breasts and wide hips, and he couldn't help but recall the sight of her bare ass in those tiny pink panties just a short while ago. He could feel his cock twitch involuntarily, straining painfully against its constraints.
Rounding out the magnificent group were the three mothers – Lily Potter, Emma Granger, and Anastasia Greengrass. They had each opted for gowns that were as elegant as they were sultry. Their beauty hadn't faded even after years of marriage and children. The sight of these three milfs made Harry feel like an adolescent boy discovering the beauty of women all over again.
Lily looked radiant in a floor-length black velvet gown, which boasted a low cut sweetheart neckline that revealed the tops of her generous breasts. Her fiery red hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing her delicate features and sparkling green eyes. Beside her stood Emma, clad in a plunging gold lamé dress, boasting a fitted bodice that accentuated her broad and voluptuous figure. And Anastasia, resplendent in a vintage champagne satin dress, which hugged her form-fitting hourglass figure. Each woman seemed determined not only to turn heads but also to leave every man present utterly captivated.
As the women took their seats, Harry found himself seated opposite Iris and Hermione, with Daphne beside him, the young adults forming a little enclave at the far end of the table. The seating arrangement left Harry feeling both thrilled and nervous, wondering what sort of trouble this proximity might lead to during the course of the evening.
With everyone settled around the table, James rose from his seat and raised his glass, drawing the attention of the entire gathering. "Before we begin our meal," he announced, "I'd like to make a toast. First and foremost, I want to welcome all of you here. And as you all know, Dan and I will be leaving for the Duelling World Cup early tomorrow morning. So, while we're all still gathered, I'd like to take this chance to raise a glass to each and every one of you, wishing you a fantastic, unforgettable summer stay."
James paused, his eyes sweeping across the faces of his family and friends, a warm smile on his lips. "And to you, Harry, who will remain at home with these beautiful ladies, I wish you the best of luck." With that, he raised his glass higher, and everyone followed suit, echoing his words with laughter and cheer. "To a fantastic summer! Cheers!"
The room rang with the sound of clinking glasses, as the guests raised their goblets and cheered. At the mention of his name and the toast, Harry found himself blushing profusely, feeling his cheeks heat up at being singled out by his father in front of the women. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he quickly regained his composure, raising his glass and joining in the toast. As he did so, he glanced down the table, catching the playful grins shared between Iris, Daphne, and Hermione.
At last, the feast began. Platters upon platters filled with delectable dishes lined the centre of the dining table - roasted meats glistening with juices, vibrant salads bursting with colour, and steaming vegetables accompanied by rich sauces. It wasn't long before everyone dug into the sumptuous spread, indulging themselves in the mouthwatering flavours.
For a time, the atmosphere became animated and lively, filled with laughter, jokes, and animated chatter. Harry found himself enjoying the company of the people around him, the conversation flowing effortlessly. Daphne shared stories of Hogwarts, with a touch of gossip and intrigue, making the guys chuckle. Lily and Emma shared tales of their youth, causing the room to break out in laughter. Meanwhile, James entertained them with hilarious anecdotes about his days working at the Ministry of Magic.
Throughout the dinner, Harry couldn't help but notice that Hermione kept stealing glances at him, her cheeks flushing every time their eyes met. She would look away hurriedly whenever he caught her staring, pretending it was nothing more than mere coincidence. Harry, being the recluse that he was, couldn't quite put his finger on the reason, but he couldn't deny the effect it had on him. Every time he saw her looking at him, his heart skipped a beat, sending waves of warmth coursing through his veins.
As the night wore on, Harry found himself growing increasingly aware of Daphne's presence beside him. She seemed determined to live up to her reputation as a tease, and Harry couldn't help but feel both aggravated and delighted by it. Whenever she caught him staring at any of the beautiful women, she would lean in and whisper in his ear, sending his heart and cock throbbing from the suggestive comments.
"They're practically falling out of her dress," she'd say, nudging him playfully as Lily leaned over to serve herself some more food. Or, "Imagine those wrapped around your cock," as Hermione's tongue darted out of her mouth to clean her delicate lips. Every time she spoke, Harry found himself squirming in his seat, trying - and desperately failing - to keep himself from becoming even more aroused.
But despite his discomfort, there was something undeniably exciting about having such a seductress sitting next to him. He couldn't deny the thrill that surged through him every time she leaned in to whisper in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. He couldn't deny the way his heart raced at her nearness, or the way his cock twitched and grew heavy beneath the table.
After they finished eating, the girls started discussing their plans for the following day in hushed whispers. From where he sat, Harry could hear snippets of their excited chatter, punctuated by giggles and laughter. From what he could gather, they were talking excitedly about taking photos together, suggesting different locations around Potter Manor where they could pose for pictures for their members. The idea of a photo shoot caught Harry's attention, and he couldn't help but peak his ears and lean in.
But just as the girls got to the most exciting part of their conversation, Harry felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away.
"Care for a bet on the World Cup?" James asked, interrupting his eavesdropping. Reluctantly, Harry pulled himself away from the girls' discussion, turning his attention towards the two men instead.
"Sure thing," Harry replied nonchalantly, eager to get it over with quickly so he could get back to listening to the girls' conversation.
But before he knew it, James and Daniel had drawn him into a long, dreary discussion on the odds of the World Cup, analysing the various contenders and who they thought would win.
As Harry finally managed to extract himself from the conversation with the two men and turn his attention back to the girls, he found that they had already moved on to another topic. Disappointed, he resigned himself to the fact that he had missed out on the opportunity to learn more about their plans for the photo shoot.
Eventually, after hours spent talking, laughing, and drinking wine, the evening drew to a close. Harry watched as Iris, Daphne, and Hermione excused themselves from the table, eager to continue their discussion elsewhere. As they stood up, Harry took the chance to admire their figures one last time, watching appreciatively as their shapely bottoms swayed gently under their thin summer attires. With a sigh of longing, Harry followed the women's movements, unable to tear his gaze away until they eventually disappeared out of sight.
Harry excused himself shortly after, feigning exhaustion, and retired to his room. But despite his claims, sleep was not what was really on his mind. His mind was racing with thoughts of the alluring women, and he could feel his blood rushing to his loins. He needed release, and fast.
Finally reaching his quarters, Harry locked the door behind him and threw himself on his bed. In no time, he had unbuckled his belt, dropped his trousers, and grabbed hold of his throbbing erection. He closed his eyes, picturing the women's bodies in his mind, and began to stroke himself.
As his hands worked diligently on his growing length, his mind raced with the sights and sounds of the evening. In particular, Hermione came to mind, as he recalled the image of her exposed, round ass on full display as she arrived from the Portkey earlier that day. Her shapely curves haunted him, igniting a deep yearning inside of him.
His imagination continued to wander, now focusing on Daphne's elegant frame, her perfect golden hair cascading down her shoulders, and the way she smirked whenever she caught him stealing glances at her or her friends' bodies. He envisioned her curves, her beautiful blue eyes, her pale skin, all enhanced by her seductive attire. He felt his cock throbbing more strongly with each thought, urging him closer to climax.
As he continued to pull and stroke, Harry's fantasies shifted to Iris; her fiery red hair, her curvy figure, her luscious lips, and the memory of her flashing him a knowing smirk as she caught him staring at her scantily clad body and tight ass as she skipped around the house earlier that day. She looked so confident, so sure of herself, yet still maintaining an air of innocence that made her even more irresistible.
Harry's thoughts wandered further still, imagining the three mothers - Lily, Emma, and Anastasia - joining the fun. He envisioned them shedding their elegant attire, revealing their bare bodies to him. He could almost hear their sultry voices urging him to come closer, to join them in their wicked games.
The thought of the six women gathered around him, all entwined in a frenzied display of lust and desire, pushed Harry over the edge. With one final stroke, he felt himself climax, spurting semen across the bedsheets as his orgasm coursed through his body, leaving him feeling exhausted, yet fulfilled.
With a sigh, he realised that the summer was going to be a challenging one. Surrounded by these temptresses, there was little doubt that he would have quite the battle ahead of him if he wanted to keep his sanity intact. However, little did Harry know just how far things were about to escalate during this seemingly innocent gathering at Potter Manor...
Chapter 2: Swimming Pool Fun! - The next morning, Harry seeks to enjoy a relaxing day by the swimming pool. Little does he know that's exactly where Iris, Daphne and Hermione have planned their next photo shoot... In their dazzling, skimpy bikinis!
Chapter 2 - Swimming Pool Fun
Harry woke up the next day feeling more relaxed than he had in months. After a long and restful sleep, he was ready to face another lazy summer day. Stretching lazily, he got out of bed and made his way towards the bathroom to freshen up.
After a quick shower and shave, he walked into the dining hall and was greeted by the sight of Lily, Emma and Anastasia, the trio already seated around the table, sipping tea and engaging in pleasant conversation. Their faces lit up upon seeing him enter, welcoming him warmly.
"Good morning, Harry!" Lily greeted him with a bright smile, her emerald eyes sparkling with warmth. "We were just about to start breakfast. I hope you're hungry!"
"I certainly am," he replied, his stomach growling as if on cue.
Harry took his seat next to Anastasia, who was dressed in a flowing white sundress that accentuated her elegant figure. It left her arms bare, exposing her supple, smooth skin, while its plunging neckline revealed just enough cleavage to leave Harry momentarily spellbound. She caught him staring, and a coy smile curved at the corners of her lips.
"Good morning, Harry," she said, her voice as smooth as silk. "I trust you slept well?"
"Yes, thank you, Anastasia," he replied, trying to tear his gaze away from her inviting curves.
He glanced towards Emma, who sat across from him, wearing a fitted pink blouse tucked neatly into her high-waisted jean shorts. The scoop neckline revealed her ample cleavage, drawing Harry's attention to her perfect breasts, which jiggled ever so slightly as she laughed at something Lily had said. He found himself momentarily transfixed, taking in her natural beauty - the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders in gentle waves, framing her delicate features, and the way her soft, full lips pouted tantalisingly with each sip of her tea.
Harry felt a familiar stirring in his loins, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust himself discreetly. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious to the women around him.
He cleared his throat and addressed Emma, forcing his gaze away from her heaving chest. "G-good morning, Emma," he said, his voice a little rougher than he intended.
Emma looked up from her teacup, her warm brown eyes meeting his. "Good morning, Harry," she replied, a gentle smile on her lips.
His eyes wandered back to Lily, who had risen from her chair to prepare a plate for him. She wore a yellow summer dress with a wide neckline and spaghetti straps. The fabric hugged her figure tightly, accentuating her shapely hips and the curve of her ass. As she bent over to reach for a cup in the cupboard below, Harry couldn't help but notice the way her dress rode up, revealing the soft, round globes of her ass and the thin strip of her lacy panties beneath.
Harry's gaze lingered on her bottom for a moment longer than it should have, unable to pull his eyes away from her tantalising figure. His mind raced with sinful thoughts, imagining how it might feel to run his hands along the swells of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh until she moaned softly under his touch. The mere thought of it made him flush with a sudden surge of desire.
Anastasia cleared her throat lightly, snapping him out of his lustful reverie. Harry blinked, realising he had been caught red-handed, ogling his mother's ass like some sort of pervert. A playful grin tugged at the corner of Anastasia's mouth, suggesting she had noticed where his gaze had strayed. But instead of calling him out on it, she simply gave him a knowing look, one filled with both understanding and amusement.
Blushing profusely, Harry quickly tore his gaze from Lily's bottom, his eyes darting around the table as he tried to act as nonchalantly as possible. Emma, unaware of the scene unfolding, continued to chat animatedly with Lily, who remained oblivious to the effect she had on her son.
Anastasia, however, couldn't resist teasing him further. As he fumbled with his napkin, her hand slipped under the table, finding its way onto his thigh. He could feel her fingertips tracing the muscles beneath the fabric of his pants, her touch growing firmer as she squeezed gently. Harry swallowed hard, feeling his heart race at her unexpected advances, and his cock twitched in response.
Before he knew it, the hand withdrew, and Lily arrived with his breakfast, placing the full plate in front of him. But as she leaned over to set the dish down, the top of her dress gaped open, revealing the curve of her breasts and the top of her pale pink bra. Harry couldn't help but stare, mesmerised by the sight of his mother's cleavage, her luscious curves so close he could almost taste them. He forced himself to swallow hard, fighting back a groan as he caught a glimpse of her areolas peaking forth above the lace of her bra.
As Lily straightened herself, the gap in her dress closed once more, leaving Harry breathless and disoriented. He couldn't believe what had just happened, and he couldn't help but feel a deep, gnawing desire to see more of his mother's body.
But as he looked up, he caught Lily's gaze lingering on him, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink. She seemed to know exactly where his eyes had just been, but to his surprise, she didn't reprimand him or call him out. Instead, she simply blushed softly, averting her gaze as she took her seat once more.
Harry's heart pounded in his chest, the blood rushing through his veins as he tried to keep his arousal at bay. He could feel the heat rising in his face, his cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and longing. He quickly focused his gaze on his plate, forcing himself to take a deep breath as he tried to calm himself, but the images of his mother's body lingered in his mind, haunting him with every flicker of his imagination.
"So, Harry, do you have any plans for today?" Emma asked, drawing his attention back to the conversation.
Harry blinked, struggling to focus on her words as he tried to shake off the lingering effects of his lustful thoughts. "Uh, no, not really," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "I was thinking of just relaxing by the pool, maybe do some laps to keep in shape."
Lily nodded approvingly, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier encounter. "That sounds lovely, dear," she said, smiling warmly at him. "You deserve a bit of rest after such a busy year at Hogwarts."
As they continued to make small talk, Harry found himself stealing glances at the women around him, his eyes drawn to their curves and the way their bodies moved beneath their light summer attire. Each time he caught a flash of skin or a hint of cleavage, he could feel his pulse quickening, his cock stiffening within his trousers.
He knew he needed to leave before things got any worse, fearing that his attraction would become all too obvious. So, after finishing his meal, he excused himself from the table, claiming he wanted to go for that swim to cool off. The ladies bid him farewell, their voices a sultry whisper in his ear as he left the room.
Once he reached the poolside, he wasted no time changing into his swimming trunks, eager to escape the lingering thoughts of his mother and the other women in the house. With each stroke across the water, he felt his tension ease, the cool liquid washing away the heat building inside him.
After a few laps, he finally felt composed enough to relax on one of the sunbeds, soaking in the warm rays of the sun. As he closed his eyes, he let out a contented sigh, finally able to clear his head and push the erotic visions from his mind.
However, little did he know that this respite wouldn't last very long...
As Harry lay basking in the warmth of the sun, enjoying the serenity of the moment, he heard laughter approaching from afar. His eyes opened lazily, squinting against the bright sunlight reflecting off the surface of the water. Through half-closed eyelids, he saw three figures making their way towards him - Iris, Daphne, and Hermione.
The trio walked into the garden in stylish swimwear, looking like models fresh off the runway. Their hair cascaded behind them like waves crashing upon the shore, while their skimpy bathing suits clung tightly to their shapely forms. It was impossible not to notice how hot they looked; even if he hadn't already developed an unwanted erection earlier that morning, seeing these girls now made his dick throb painfully inside his swimming trunks.
Daphne was wearing a bikini set that was bold yet tasteful, and Harry couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. The bikini top consisted of two small triangles connected by tiny gold rings, and their triangular shapes were supported by thin strings that attached to a narrow band around her rib cage, holding everything together in perfect harmony. The colour was a stunning shade of sapphire blue that contrasted beautifully with the golden tones in her blonde hair and brought out the vibrant hue of her piercing blue eyes.
Her bottom piece was equally daring, consisting only of a pair of string sides connecting to another triangle covering her mound, exposing most of her toned lower abdomen. Her equally toned stomach muscles rippled gently under the soft material, drawing attention to her slender waistline and accentuating her hourglass figure.
Her legs stretched endlessly, leading down to petite feet adorned with white sandals, which added a touch of elegance to her overall appearance. Around her neck hung a simple silver chain, its length ending in a delicate charm shaped like a crescent moon, resting between her ample breasts. A single pearl pendant hung from it, swaying tantalisingly above the valley of her cleavage.
Hermione wore a sophisticated two-piece swimsuit, designed to highlight her voluptuous form without being overly revealing. The top was a classy triangle bikini that perfectly showcased her generous bust, its fabric stretching tautly over her firm, round breasts. The neckline plunged deeply, revealing an ample amount of cleavage, and its thin, gold straps crisscrossed attractively over her shoulders, drawing attention to the base of her neck.
The bottom half of her bikini was a pair of high-waisted briefs that hugged her wide, childbearing hips and curvy bottom. The modest cut of the briefs accentuated her full, round buttocks, which swelled deliciously around the edges of her hips.
Her legs were long and slender, and her feet were adorned with strappy sandals that perfectly complemented the neutral shades of her swimwear. She had tied her wavy brown locks up in a loose ponytail, allowing several tendrils to frame her face and draw focus to her striking features.
But of all three girls, Iris' outfit was the one that truly blew Harry's mind. Her bikini consisted of a seemingly endless array of strings and straps, all interwoven together like some complex puzzle of seduction, designed explicitly to highlight every curve and crevice of her young body, while showing as much skin as possible in the process.
The top half was a mere collection of strings, with three sets of strands crisscrossing over each breast, forming a delicate web of fabric that held them securely in place. Each string seemed almost too fragile to support such heavy mounds, as though any sudden movement might cause the entire contraption to unravel before his very eyes. The triangular cups that covered her nipples were held up by the most delicate of strings, forming a fine net of gold thread that barely concealed her voluminous bust.
The bottom half of her bikini was equally intricate, consisting of numerous strings weaving themselves through loops and knots, creating a tangled mess of threads that somehow managed to hold itself together just enough to cover her intimate areas. Its design left nothing to the imagination, exposing large portions of skin and inviting the eye to wander freely over her smooth, supple flesh. It was as if she were wearing a spiderweb, carefully crafted to wrap around her body in all its seductive beauty.
As the three girls approached the sunbeds, Harry couldn't help but gape at them, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth as he took in the sight of their nearly naked bodies. It took all his willpower not to stare openly at their curves, the way their breasts jiggled ever so slightly with each step, or the way their bikini bottoms rode low on their hips, revealing the smooth mounds of their ass cheeks, begging for him to reach out and grab them.
But before he could even finish this thought, Iris turned to him, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames. "Keep your eyes to yourself, brother," she warned, her tone sharp and commanding.
Despite himself, Harry felt a shiver run down his spine, goosebumps rising along his arms as he tried to tear his gaze away from her scandalous attire. He swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry as he tried to force himself to look away, but he couldn't help but sneak another peek, his eyes drawn back to her tantalising form like a moth to a flame.
Daphne, for her part, seemed to enjoy the attention, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she caught him stealing glances at her body. She seemed to revel in the power she held over him, basking in the attention and letting her confidence grow with each passing moment.
Hermione, on the other hand, couldn't help but blush at being watched so intently by Harry. She felt her cheeks grow warm under his gaze, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest as she tried to maintain her composure. She wanted to be seen by him, to let him admire her figure, but at the same time, she didn't want to seem too eager or forward.
As they settled down on the sunbeds next to him, Harry couldn't help but feel his cock twitching in his swimming trunks, his desire for them growing stronger with each passing moment. He could see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric, leaving little doubt about what was going on beneath the surface. He knew he had to get himself under control, lest his secret be revealed to the girls.
But before he could even try to calm himself, he noticed that the trio of girls had set up shop right next to him, already reaching for bottles of suntan lotion. Iris took the lead, squeezing a generous dollop of lotion into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before beginning to coat Daphne's shoulders.
She started with gentle circular motions, working the cream into Daphne's fair skin with practised ease. Harry watched as she moved down her arms, sliding her fingers into the crevices between her fingers and the backs of her hands, ensuring that every inch of her skin was protected from the sun's harmful rays. From there, she worked her way upwards, massaging the lotion deep into Daphne's muscles, kneading her shoulders firmly yet gently, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her friend.
Hermione, seemingly inspired by her friends' actions, took the bottle from Iris' hands, squeezing a large dollop of lotion into her own palms. With a coy grin, she began applying the lotion to Iris, starting with her long, slender legs. She worked the lotion into her skin with a practised touch, moving upwards from her ankles to her thighs with slow, deliberate strokes. Harry's eyes widened in surprise as Hermione reached Iris' hips, slipping her fingers beneath the narrow strings of her bikini bottom, working the lotion deep into the skin of her cheeks.
Harry's mind raced, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. His heart beat faster, the blood rushing through his veins as he struggled to keep his eyes from wandering too far. But the sight of his sister's ass, now slick and glistening with sun lotion, was too tantalising to ignore. His mind raced with lustful thoughts, his cock swelling painfully inside his swimming trunks, begging to break free.
Meanwhile, Iris had moved on to Daphne's ample bosom, cupping her round, firm breasts in her hands, kneading the supple flesh tenderly. The curves of her bust spilled over the edge of her bikini top, threatening to tumble out with each movement of Iris' hands. Harry could see the faint outlines of her nipples, hardening under the gentle pressure of her friend's fingers.
Daphne seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, purring contentedly as Iris worked the lotion into her skin. Her head lolled back, her eyes closed in pure bliss, her pink tongue flickering over her full, pouty lips. Harry could feel his own lips tingling with desire as he watched her, imagining the taste of her lips on his own, the scent of her skin against his nose.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat on the sunbed, trying to adjust himself without drawing attention to his growing arousal. But despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to run his hands along the swells of their breasts, feeling the weight of their curves filling his palms as he squeezed and kneaded their firm, soft flesh.
Before long, Iris had finished coating Daphne, leaving her slick and glistening in the sunlight. As if sensing his mounting excitement, Daphne turned towards him, catching his eye and holding his gaze for just a moment longer than necessary. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, as if acknowledging the effect she had on him, as if encouraging him to keep watching.
With a playful wink at Harry, she took the bottle of lotion from Hermione, who continued to massage Iris' body with expert care. Daphne poured another generous helping of lotion into her hands, warming it up between her fingertips before turning her attentions toward Hermione.
Harry watched as she started with Hermione's toned arms, working her way down to her slender wrists, massaging the lotion into the insides of her elbows. From there, she moved on to her chest, rubbing her palms in circles over her soft, pale skin, circling ever closer to the luscious globes of her breasts. Harry couldn't tear his eyes away as she finally brushed against the underside of her bust, tracing the curves of her cleavage with her fingertips, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through Hermione's body.
Suddenly, Daphne slipped her hand beneath the fabric of Hermione's bikini top, cupping her breast fully in her palm. Harry gasped at the sudden exposure, his breath hitching in his throat as he saw the curve of her bare breast peeking out from behind the thin straps of her bikini. He could see the outline of her dark areola, contrasting sharply with the pale skin around it, making his mouth water with desire.
Hermione jumped in surprise, her eyes flying wide open as she realised what Daphne was doing. A flush spread across her cheeks, colouring them a bright shade of crimson as she looked nervously between Daphne and Harry, unsure of whether to continue or stop her friend.
But Daphne merely smiled slyly, her eyes meeting Harry's, as if daring him to look away. She continued to knead Hermione's breast in her hand beneath the bikini top, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh, rolling her nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger. Harry felt his pulse quicken, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as he tried to stifle a groan.
As if sensing his building arousal, Daphne leaned in close to Hermione, whispering something in her ear that made her eyes dart over to the large bulge tenting his swimming trunks where he lay on his sunbed, her blush growing deeper.
All too quickly, however, Daphne pulled her hands back, leaving Hermione's breasts covered once more, her nipples still hard and sensitive beneath her bikini. Harry let out a sigh of disappointment, wishing he could have seen more, wished he could touch those perfect mounds of flesh himself.
But he knew he had to keep his arousal in check, had to find a way to calm himself before things went too far. So, with a heavy heart, he decided to take a break from the tantalising scene before him, rolling over onto his stomach on his sunbed, facing away from the girls.
He closed his eyes, soaking in the warmth of the sun, trying to focus on anything other than the sight of the half-naked women only inches away from him. His mind raced, his thoughts a whirlwind of lust and desire, but he forced himself to push it all aside, to calm his racing pulse.
For several minutes, he lay there, listening to the gentle sounds of laughter and chatter drifting past him like waves crashing upon the shore. The sun beat down on his back, its heat radiating through his skin, relaxing him despite the turmoil inside him. Slowly, inch by inch, he began to relax, letting go of his pent-up tension, allowing his muscles to unknot themselves one by one.
But then, he heard something else - the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter, snapping photos in quick succession. Curiosity piqued, he opened his eyes slightly, cracking an eyelid open just enough to peer sideways at the trio beside him.
To his surprise, he saw that they had taken out a small camera, passing it between them as they posed for photos, striking provocative poses and pouting their lips for the camera. Harry couldn't help but watch, his eyes drawn to the sight of their nearly naked bodies, their curves and valleys on full display as they twisted and turned for the camera.
Daphne seemed particularly bold, arching her back suggestively as she pressed her ample bosom together, pushing her breasts upward until they threatened to spill free from her skimpy bikini top. She cupped her hands beneath them, lifting them higher still, her fingers splayed wide as she showcased her cleavage for the camera, the soft curves of her flesh pressing wantonly against the fabric.
Hermione, too, seemed to be enjoying herself, her laughter ringing out like a sweet melody as she struck pose after pose, her eyes sparkling with delight. She bent over provocatively on one of the sunbeds, her ass pointed towards the camera, her long, slender legs stretching out behind her, her toes curled suggestively as she looked coyly over her shoulder.
Iris, meanwhile, took charge of the camera, clicking the button repeatedly as she captured each shot, offering suggestions and ideas for new poses, encouraging her friends to strike ever more seductive positions. Her voice was filled with excitement, her enthusiasm infectious as she coaxed her friends into showing off their assets for the camera.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Harry - this must be the photo shoot he had overheard them discussing yesterday! He couldn't believe his luck, stumbling upon such a scandalous scene completely by accident. It was almost too good to be true, seeing these three gorgeous women parading their near-nude bodies right before his very eyes.
But then, a new realisation dawned upon him - surely they weren't simply taking these photos for their own private collection? No, they loved the attention too much for that; they would want others to see them, to admire their beauty, to drool over their voluptuous forms. And if that were true, then it meant that these pictures would eventually end up on some public platform, available for anyone and everyone to ogle and enjoy.
Harry's heart raced at the mere thought, his cock stiffening painfully inside his swimming trunks. He knew he had to find out where these images would end up, had to see more of these tempting vixens in all their seductive glory, had to satisfy his growing hunger for their luscious bodies.
As the girls continued to take turns posing for the camera, Harry quietly slipped off his sunbed, making his way towards the house, determined to uncover the truth behind their photo shoot.
Chapter 3: Midnight Release! - After being teased by his sister and their friends for days on end, Harry finally finds his sweet, sweet release... Courtesy of their mothers?
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Chapter 3 - Midnight Release
Harry had scourged the Wizardnet, searching high and low for any sign of where the girls might have uploaded their risqué photos. He had exhausted every resource at his disposal, yet his search had been in vain. His heart ached, his cock throbbed, and his mind whirled with unquenched desire. He felt like a man driven mad with lust, yet ultimately left unsated.
As night fell upon Potter Manor, Harry found himself wandering the halls, lost in thought, his feet guiding him towards the garden patio outside. Upon arriving, he discovered that the three mothers had gathered there, lounging comfortably on plush pillows beneath a sky illuminated by magical lights that floated and danced above them. The evening air was filled with laughter and levity as they shared stories over glasses of wine.
Harry couldn't help but pause for a moment, taking in the sight of the ladies all dressed in their elegant summer gowns, the fabric shimmering like moonlight reflecting on ocean waves. Each curve of their bodies seemed accentuated beneath the soft glowing light, their cleavage spilling generously from their necklines, eliciting an overwhelming surge of desire in his loins.
"Ah, Harry!" Lily called out with a tipsy giggle, noticing his presence. "Join us, won't you, dear?" She gestured towards the empty space across from her, inviting him to take a seat.
Harry obliged, settling in amongst the women, gratefully accepting a glass from Anastasia, his heart pounding in his chest. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, allowing the warm breeze to wash over him, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses soothing his soul.
He opened his eyes again, looking around at the three ladies, who were all gathered around the patio table, chatting and laughing together. The summer dresses they had worn that morning had been replaced with elegant evening gowns, each one shimmering in the fading light.
"Isn't this just lovely?" asked Lily, smiling at him warmly from across the table. She was wearing a long, flowing green gown, with thin spaghetti straps and a deep v-neck. The neckline dipped low between her ample cleavage, revealing her generous curves. Harry couldn't help but stare, mesmerised by the sight of her breasts, so full and ripe, barely contained within the fabric of her gown.
"Yes, it is," he agreed, taking another sip of his wine. He glanced around the table, taking in the sight of the other women. Emma sat next to Lily, dressed in a red silk gown, which clung tightly to her voluptuous figure. Her ample bosom threatened to spill out of the top of her dress, just like Lily's, while her wide hips flared out beneath the table.
Across from Emma sat Anastasia, resplendent in a gold lamé gown, encrusted with sparkling jewels. The fabric draped gracefully over her slim figure, while the low-cut neckline revealed an ample amount of cleavage, inviting Harry's gaze towards the dark valley between her breasts.
They women were all quite tipsy now, having consumed several bottles of wine throughout the course of the afternoon. Their cheeks were flushed, and their voices husky, each word tumbling excitedly from their lips, coming faster and faster. They continued to laugh loudly, exchanging knowing smiles and sensual glances that sent ripples of heat coursing through Harry's veins.
As the sun sank below the horizon, the magical lights floating around the patio drew closer, illuminating the area with a soft, ambient light. Harry leaned back in his chair, watching as the women continued to chat amongst themselves, their laughter ringing out like music to his ears.
Harry listened intently as the women shared stories about their past lovers, discussing their likes and dislikes, and reminiscing about some of their most memorable experiences. But it wasn't long before the conversation turned to more risqué topics.
"I remember when I first met Daniel," said Emma, her voice slurring from the alcohol. "We were young and wild, always looking for our next adventure. I used to tease him mercilessly, driving him absolutely wild. We fucked like bunnies back then."
Lily chuckled at her friend's words, her massive breasts jiggling suggestively within her gown. A deep blush spread across her cheeks as she recounted her own memories. "I know exactly what you mean. James and I were the same way when we first met. I used to wear the skimpiest little outfits, just to drive him wild. He would chase me around the Manor, tackling me to the ground and having his way with me wherever we landed."
Anastasia and Emma laughed heartily at her memory, raising their glasses in salute. Harry couldn't help but blush at the mental image that his mother's words had conjured, trying desperately to push the image of her running naked through the hallways of Potter Manor from his mind.
But despite his embarrassment, Harry couldn't deny the growing arousal that stirred within him. His cock twitched slightly in his pants as he listened to the women regale each other with tales of their past exploits. The alcohol seemed to have loosened their tongues, and Harry found himself becoming increasingly aroused by the frank and open discussion.
Emma let out a wistful sigh, leaning back in her chair. "It's been too long since I've had a good fucking," she complained. "Daniel is always so busy with work, and when he is home, he's too exhausted to do anything more than sleep."
Anastasia chuckled, reaching across the table to squeeze Emma's hand sympathetically. "You should try finding yourself a young stallion, someone who can keep up with your appetite."
Emma giggled, casting a sly glance in Harry's direction at her words. "It would be nice to find someone that could satiate my lust, but I don't want to ruin what Daniel and I have built together."
Lily nodded her head in agreement. "Again, I understand where you're coming from, Emma. James and I have been married for so long, and we've built a life together. I wouldn't trade that for anything, even if I do sometimes miss the passion of our early years together."
Anastasia reached out to refill everyone's glass, topping off Harry's wine until it nearly overflowed. She caught his eye and grinned wickedly. "Well, speaking of satisfying one's desires, I've made sure not to go unsatisfied since my dear husband passed away."
The women giggled at her confession, their faces flushed with excitement. Harry felt his pulse quicken as he listened to them discuss their sexual escapades, feeling a familiar tightness in his trousers as his cock began to swell once again.
"I've been having the time of my life, sleeping with all sorts of young, virile men. They bring me so much joy and pleasure, and in turn, I give them a taste of experience they'll find nowhere else," Anastasia boasted, taking another sip of her wine.
Harry choked on his drink at her words, coughing violently as he tried to compose himself. The thought of Anastasia seducing younger men was almost too much for him to bear. He imagined how those lucky bastards must feel, being able to touch such a beautiful woman, to run their hands over every inch of her perfect body. It only served to fuel his desire further, making his erection grow harder still beneath the fabric of his trousers.
"Are you alright, Harry?" asked Lily between fits of laughter from the other ladies. They watched as he struggled to regain his composure, still reeling from the revelation of Anastasia's secret sex life.
Harry nodded his head, still coughing and spluttering. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just went down the wrong pipe, I guess."
Emma leaned forward, her bosom threatening to spill free from the neckline of her dress, revealing more of her ample cleavage than she intended. "Wait a minute. Harry, you're a young man," she exclaimed suddenly, realisation dawning upon her drunken mind.
The other ladies looked at her curiously, waiting for her to continue. "What are you getting at, Emma?" asked Lily, her voice slurring slightly.
Emma took another sip of her wine, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I was just thinking... didn't you say you like having sex with younger men, Anastasia? Have you slept with Harry yet?"
Harry's eyes widened at the sudden turn the conversation had taken, and he felt his heart rate quicken. His cock, already half-hard from listening to the women's stories, was now straining painfully against the fabric of his trousers.
"Emma, please!" cried Lily, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "That's my son you're talking about!"
Anastasia grinned wickedly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, come now, Lily. It's just a bit of harmless fun. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind if I tried to tempt him into my bed, would you, Harry?"
Harry gulped nervously, feeling his throat go dry. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, and he knew his face must have been bright red by now. "I... uh... well..." he stammered, struggling to form coherent thoughts.
Before he could answer, however, Emma spoke up, saving him from further embarrassment. Or so he thought. "Oh, lighten up, Lily! If I weren't married myself, I might have considered taking a crack at Harry, too. Look at him - he's a handsome young man, and quite fit, too," she giggled, giving him a blatant once-over.
Lily rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. "You two are such sluts," she muttered, her words slurring together from the alcohol. "Can't we just enjoy a peaceful evening together, without discussing such inappropriate topics?"
Emma stuck her tongue out at Lily, pouting playfully. "Aw, come on, Lily! We're just having a little fun. Live a little! You used to be a slut, too, back in your heyday."
Lily scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Anastasia leaned in closer to Lily, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Oh, come on, Lily. Just close your eyes and picture this. What if you were young and unattached, and Harry had suddenly appeared before you, long and hard, ready to explore every inch of your body. Wouldn't you have had your way with him, given the chance? Just imagine it, his hard, throbbing cock sliding deep inside you, filling you to the brim, while your breasts heaved in anticipation of more to come. Surely you can't deny that you wouldn't have wanted that, even just a little."
Harry swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. The image of his mother, naked and writhing beneath him, was almost too much for him to bear. He closed his eyes, trying to push the thought away, but it lingered there, teasing him mercilessly.
He waited with bated breath, certain that Lily would scold Anastasia for her audacious suggestion. But to his surprise, she remained silent, sipping her wine contemplatively, her face flushed with a deep blush. Harry couldn't tell if she was simply too drunk to respond, or if she was actually considering Anastasia's words.
Finally, after several moments of silence, she sighed heavily, leaning back in her chair. "There's no point in dwelling on hypotheticals," she grumbled, finishing off her wine.
Harry blushed deeply at her non-answer, the hidden meaning behind her words not lost on him. Lily's eyes met his, and for a brief moment, he saw a hunger in her gaze that he had never seen before. But as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished, replaced by her usual warmth and affection.
Harry blushed deeply at her non-answer, the hidden meaning behind her lack of denial not lost on him. Lily's eyes met his, and for a brief moment, he saw a hunger in her gaze that he had never seen before. But as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished, replaced by her usual warmth and affection.
Anastasia and Emma exchanged a sly glance at her hesitant response, before both of them spoke up in unison. "More wine for Lily!"
They filled her glass to the brim once more, and Lily took a large gulp, draining half the glass in one swallow. Harry watched as her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, her eyes growing heavy with the effects of the alcohol.
"Well, since we're all being so honest and open here, I might as well ask," said Anastasia, turning her attention towards Harry. "Do you think us old mothers are still attractive, Harry? Do you find us sexy?" She giggled at her own question, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
Harry swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He glanced around the table, taking in the sight of the three beautiful women seated around him. Each one of them was undeniably gorgeous in their own right, and the thought of sharing intimate moments with any of them sent a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins.
He felt his heart rate quicken, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants, as if making a desperate bid for freedom. He knew that answering their question honestly would likely lead to some sort of uncomfortable situation, but he couldn't bring himself to lie to these women, either. Not when they were looking at him with such eager anticipation.
Clearing his throat, Harry finally spoke up, answering truthfully. "Of course I do. You're all sexy as hell. I mean, look at you all - you're all absolutely stunning, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed."
Anastasia and Emma cheered at his admission, their tits bouncing around enticingly within their delicate gowns, their faces lighting up in delight. Even Lily cracked a small smile, a faint blush colouring her cheeks.
But it was Emma who pressed the issue further, leaning forward in her seat, her breasts nearly spilling out of her deep v-neck. She looked directly at Harry, her gaze intense and unwavering. "Alright, Harry, let's say I wasn't married. Would you have fucked me then, if given the chance? What do you think, Harry? Am I fuckable?" Her voice was sultry, dripping with lustful intentions.
Harry choked on his drink once more, coughing and spluttering as he struggled to regain his composure. He could feel his face growing hot, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. "Uh... I mean, yeah, I- I probably would," he stammered, his eyes glued to the generous amount of cleavage spilling out of Emma's gown.
Emma grinned triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with delight. "See? I knew it. I told you guys, I still got it!"
Anastasia chuckled, squeezing Harry's thigh beneath the table from her seat next to him, causing him to jump slightly in surprise. "What about me, Harry? You never answered my question earlier. If I wasn't married, would you have taken a shot at me, too?"
Harry blinked, struggling to tear his gaze away from Emma's ample bosom. He looked over at Anastasia, feeling his face grow even hotter under her intense gaze and close presence. "Uh... I mean, well, you aren't married now, are you?" he suddenly remembered, trying desperately to keep his thoughts focused.
Anastasia grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "No, I'm not," she replied, her hand inching its way up Harry's thigh, "but a girl can dream, can't she?" Her fingers brushed against the bulge in his trousers, tracing the outline of his straining erection. Harry gasped softly, unable to stifle a moan as she lightly squeezed his aching shaft.
Lily rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. "You two are hopeless," she muttered, finishing off her wine. "I can't believe I'm sitting here listening to this nonsense." But despite her words, Harry noticed a flicker of something resembling curiosity in her expression, a slight twinkle in her eye. It made him wonder just how much of her protestations were genuine, and how much of it was simply playful banter between friends.
Anastasia continued to tease Harry through his trousers, her fingers working their magic on his throbbing cock. Harry could feel himself getting impossibly harder and harder, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He knew he should stop her, tell her to cut it out, but he couldn't bring himself to speak, his mind clouded with lustful thoughts.
"Alright, Harry, last question," said Anastasia, her voice barely above a whisper, yet still managing to carry across the table. "Let's imagine your mother wasn't married, and she wasn't related to you. Would you have fucked her, if given the chance?"
Harry froze, his breath hitching in his throat. The mere mention of his mother in such a context made his heart race, his thoughts immediately jumping to dirty, forbidden fantasies. His cock pulsed painfully against Anastasia's palm through the fabric of his trousers, leaving her no doubt about how he truly felt, and she squeezed him in reward.
"Anastasia, don't be ridiculous," Lily said, blushing, her voice still slurring from the alcohol. "Don't bother answering that, sweetheart." But despite her words, Harry didn't miss the slight twitch of her lips, the slightest hint of a smile at her friend's question.
Anastasia raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully, knowing exactly what kind of effect her words had on Harry, and what his true feelings towards his mother really were. "Well, if you won't answer that, then let me ask you something else, instead."
Harry looked at her, expectantly, his breath hitching in his throat as he wondered what she would ask him this time.
"What is Lily's best feature, in your opinion?" asked Anastasia, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Is it her long, flowing hair? Or perhaps her perfect, perky breasts? Or maybe it's her plump, round ass? Which one is it, Harry? Tell us, we want to know."
Harry swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He glanced over at Lily, taking in the sight of her voluptuous figure, her ample curves threatening to spill free from the confines of her dress. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her, nor could he deny the taboo thoughts that swirled through his mind whenever he looked at her.
He took another sip of his wine, buying himself some time to come up with an appropriate response. But the alcohol was beginning to take hold, dulling his inhibitions and lowering his defences. Before he knew it, the words just slipped out, unfiltered and unchecked.
"Her tits," he admitted, his voice low and husky. "She has amazing tits - big, full, and ripe, like melons waiting to burst free from their restraints. They bounce enticingly every time she moves, drawing my attention like magnets to steel. And when they sway back and forth, jiggling ever so slightly, all I can do is stare, mesmerised by their beauty."
Lily gasped softly, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and arousal. She looked down at her chest, her hands instinctively reaching up to cover her ample cleavage. "Harry, stop it!" she cried, her voice trembling from the alcohol. But despite her protests, there was a glint of excitement in her eyes, a small twinge of desire shining through.
But Harry couldn't help himself. The alcohol had loosened his tongue, and he couldn't seem to stop talking, his thoughts pouring out of him like water from a broken dam.
Emma giggled, leaning forward in her seat, her own cleavage spilling out of her low-cut top. "Oh, lighten up, Lily! It's just a bit of fun. Besides, look at you - you're practically begging for someone to notice those gorgeous jugs of yours. You might as well show them off while you still have the chance!"
And without another word, Emma reached out, grabbing the thin straps of Lily's gown, pulling them down over her smooth shoulders, exposing her large, firm breasts to the cool evening air.
Lily cried out in drunken shock, her eyes widening with surprise as she struggled to cover herself up in front of her son. But it was too late - her nipples stood erect and hard, pointing straight at him, the soft flesh of her breasts quivering enticingly with each shallow breath she took.
Harry watched, transfixed, as Lily's breasts swayed gently before him, the weight of her heavy orbs causing them to bob enticingly with each movement. His heart raced, his thoughts consumed with forbidden fantasies of touching and squeezing her plump, ripe flesh, feeling the warmth of her skin against his palms as he explored every inch of her luscious form.
"There, much better," said Emma, grinning wickedly. "Now we can all see just how truly gorgeous you are, Lily. Aren't you glad you decided to join us tonight, Harry?"
Harry nodded dumbly, unable to tear his gaze away from Lily's exposed breasts. He could feel his heart hammering wildly in his chest, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He could feel his zipper slowly opening, revealing more and more of his swollen shaft with each passing moment...
Wait, what was that? Harry blinked, trying to clear his head, struggling to make sense of what was happening. He looked down, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Anastasia's hand reaching up from beneath the table, her fingers wrapped around the zipper of his trousers, slowly pulling it down, inch by inch.
When had she made her way under the table?
Harry gasped, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt the cool evening air brush against his flesh through his straining underwear. He looked up, his gaze meeting Anastasia's, her eyes gleaming with mischief and delight.
"Anastasia, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, careful not to rouse the suspicion of Emma or his mother.
Anastasia grinned, giving him a sly wink, her hand continuing its descent, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxer shorts, tracing the outline of his straining erection.
Without another word, she pulled his boxers down, freeing his aching shaft, allowing it to spring free from its confinement. Harry gasped again, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he felt the cool breeze caress his naked flesh. His cock throbbed painfully in the open air, pre-cum glistening at the tip, the sensitive skin tingling with each gust of wind that brushed against it.
He glanced nervously around the table, praying that no one else had noticed what Anastasia was doing. But luckily, neither Lily nor Emma seemed to be any the wiser, too wrapped up in their own drunken antics to take notice.
Lily's tits were still out on display, her hands clumsily trying to hide them from view, but failing miserably due to her current state of intoxication. Harry felt a flush of excitement rush through him as he gazed at his mother's heavy, round orbs, the pale globes jiggling enticingly as she squirmed about in her chair.
Suddenly, he felt a warm, soft touch on his throbbing member, making him jump in surprise. He looked down to find Anastasia's delicate fingers wrapped firmly around his shaft, stroking him lightly with gentle, practised motions. Her grip was tight yet tender, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body with each stroke. Harry groaned softly, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh of pure bliss. This felt incredible.
He heard a sudden giggle, snapping his eyes open to see Emma staring intently at him, her lips curled into a wicked grin. "Looks like someone's having a bit too much fun over there, don't you think, Harry?" She winked playfully at him, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Harry blushed, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as he realised that he and Anastasia must have been caught in the act. "I...uh...it's not what it looks like!" he stammered, trying desperately to come up with some sort of excuse, any excuse, to explain why Anastasia was currently fondling his manhood under the table.
But before he could say another word, he felt a sudden, sharp tug on his cock, followed by a low, guttural moan escaping from between Anastasia's lips. Harry gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as he felt her mouth engulf his swollen shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, teasing him mercilessly.
Emma laughed, oblivious to the true reason behind Harry's reaction. "Groaning at the sight of your mum's tits, Harry? You really are a pervert, aren't you?" She giggled, her words slurred with alcohol as she took another gulp of her drink.
Harry wanted to protest, to explain the situation, to tell her that Anastasia was actually the one responsible for his current predicament, and the reason for why he just moaned so loudly, and that his mother's bare tits, while undeniably alluring, were not the true cause of his overwhelming pleasure. But doing so would only reveal the truth, that Anastasia was currently kneeling between his legs, with his straining cock down her throat, which would lead to even greater embarrassment than he was already experiencing. So instead, he simply nodded his head, swallowing hard as Anastasia continued to work her magic, bobbing up and down on his aching cock, her lips locked tightly around his sensitive head, her tongue flicking eagerly against the sensitive underside.
Lily blushed furiously, her cheeks burning red with a mix shame and desire. She couldn't believe that her own son had just admitted to being turned on by the sight of her naked breasts. And yet, despite her disgust, she couldn't deny the throbbing ache between her thighs, the slick wetness seeping from her core as her arousal grew stronger and stronger. The thought of her own son desiring her like this made her feel dirty, wrong - but also incredibly excited. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in years, perhaps decades, since long before she had married James and given birth to Harry and Iris.
As if sensing her distress, Emma placed a comforting hand on Lily's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry about it, Lily," she giggled. "We're all too drunk to remember any of this tomorrow, anyway."
Lily nodded, giggling nervously as she tried to push the thought of her son's lustful gaze from her mind. "Yeah, you're right," she agreed, her voice still trembling slightly. But despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she watched Harry squirm in his seat, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Then, a thought suddenly occurred to her, and Lily smirked mischievously, an idea forming in her mind. "I guess it doesn't matter, then, if I do this." And with that, she reached across the table, her tits bouncing enticingly as she did so, and grabbed the thin straps of Emma's own gown, pulling them down over her shoulders, exposing her own large, firm breasts to the cool evening air.
Harry watched, transfixed, as Emma's voluptuous tits spilled free from their confinement, the soft flesh quivering with each shallow breath she took. They were magnificent, full and ripe, with dark, puckered nipples standing erect and proud, begging to be touched and teased. Harry felt his cock twitch uncontrollably in Anastasia's mouth, his thoughts consumed with forbidden fantasies of tasting and teasing those luscious orbs, feeling their soft, warm flesh against his lips as he explored every inch of their plump, round curves.
"You both have amazing tits," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Emma grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Well, thank you very much, Harry," she replied, her voice dripping with pride and satisfaction as she cupped her breasts, presenting them for his viewing pleasure. "I'm glad you like them."
Lily giggled, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I can't believe we're doing this," she muttered, her voice slurring. "I must be crazy."
Anastasia moaned softly from beneath the table, her grip tightening around Harry's shaft as she started sucking him harder, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster, desperate to draw his attention away from the other women and back towards her. With her free hand, she reached down, pulling the thin straps of her gown down over her shoulders, letting the fabric fall away from her body, revealing her own firm, heavy breasts to Harry's gaze.
Harry's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat as he drank in the sight of Anastasia's lovely tits, their dark, puckered nipples standing rigid and alert, begging for his touch. He leaned forward, reaching out to cup her round, ripe globes in his hands, marvelling at their weight and warmth as he squeezed and kneaded them gently, eliciting a low, guttural moan from deep within Anastasia's chest.
She sucked him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip, tracing intricate patterns along its length as she savoured the taste of his pre-cum leaking steadily onto her waiting tongue. Her fingers danced lightly along his ball sack, tickling and caressing the tender skin there, making him shiver involuntarily under her gentle ministrations.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him harder, her lips stretched wide around his girth, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his shaft, teasing and tantalising him mercilessly. Harry groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he felt himself drawing closer and closer to the edge. His heart raced, his mind clouded with lustful thoughts and wicked fantasies. He could feel the tension building inside him, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment, threatening to snap at any second.
As Anastasia continued to work her magic, sucking and slurping loudly in her drunken, lustful haze, Emma and Lily exchanged curious glances across the table, both of them hearing the wet, sloppy noises coming from beneath the table, but unable to quite place the source of the strange sounds.
"Do you guys hear that?" asked Lily, her voice slurring slightly as she tilted her head to one side, listening intently for a moment before speaking up again. "It sounds like...like someone's eating something, or...or maybe sucking on something?"
Before anyone could respond, however, Harry suddenly stiffened, his back arching as he let out a loud, guttural groan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he climaxed powerfully, filling Anastasia's mouth with jet after jet of hot, sticky cum. The sudden release sent waves of pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless and dizzy, his mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the orgasm.
The first burst of semen shot straight down Anastasia's throat, causing her to gasp and choke on his load, coughing and spluttering as she struggled to swallow all of his seed without wasting a single drop. She gripped his thigh tightly, digging her nails into his flesh as she fought to keep herself grounded, even as another powerful spurt of cum filled her mouth, flooding her senses with the salty, musky taste of his manhood.
Harry's cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth, each pulse sending another burst of semen surging forth, filling her mouth to the brim, spilling over the edges and dribbling down her chin, coating her lips and cheeks with sticky strands of his seed. She swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the seemingly endless torrent of semen that continued to flow from his twitching shaft, filling her mouth to the brim once more.
She sucked and slurped eagerly, milking every last drop of semen from his still-hard cock, savouring the taste and texture of his creamy load as it slid down her throat, warming her belly with its potent heat. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the flow of semen began to slow, tapering off gradually until only the occasional droplet escaped from the tip of his now-flaccid cock.
Anastasia pulled away slowly, her lips popping off of his head with a soft, wet sound, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to his still-twitching shaft. She licked her lips, savouring the taste of their mixed fluids as they coated her tongue, sighing contentedly as she savoured the afterglow of their shared pleasure.
A moment later, Harry opened his eyes, blinking slowly as he came back down to earth, his mind slowly returning to reality. He looked down at Anastasia, smiling softly as he saw the satisfied grin on her face, her lips and chin still sticky with traces of his seed. Then, he glanced over at Emma and Lily, who were staring at him curiously, their expressions unreadable behind their masks of confusion and curiosity.
"What...what just happened?" asked Lily, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to make sense of the situation. "Have you been... have you been touching yourself this whole time, Harry? Under the table?"
Harry blinked, taken aback by the question. "Uh... no," he stammered, feeling his face grow warm with embarrassment at being caught, albeit not quite in the way he had expected. "I mean... I wasn't... I wasn't touching myself, if that's what you're asking."
But before he could say another word, Anastasia stood up from beneath the table, a wicked grin spreading across her face, cum still dribbling down her chin as she took her seat once more, her dress still bunched around her waist, her lovely breasts still exposed to the cool evening air. "Oh, don't be ridiculous, Lily," she said, chuckling softly. "Of course he wasn't touching himself under the table. That would be silly!"
Lily frowned, looking confused and uncertain. "Then... then what was making those noises we heard earlier?"
"I did," said Anastasia simply, her grin widening as she spoke. "I was giving Harry a little surprise, that's all."
Emma cackled from across the table, slapping her knee as she laughed, her beautiful tits still on display and bouncing wildly. "You naughty girl, you! I knew you had it in you!"
Lily's eyes widened in shock, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as she realised what must have transpired beneath the table, and what the white cream leaking down her lips and face must mean. "You... you mean... you were..." Her words trailed off, her mind reeling from the sudden realisation.
Anastasia nodded, smirking playfully. "That's right, dear. Your son has quite the impressive package, doesn't he? And such a big, heavy set of balls, too - so firm and full, just begging to be squeezed and fondled."
That final statement proved too much for poor Lily. At that moment, her eyes rolled back in her head as she slumped forward onto the table, her forehead coming to rest against the cool surface of the wood. She let out a low, groaning sound as she succumbed to the effects of the alcohol and the shock of the revelation, her breathing growing shallow and erratic as she drifted off into a drunken stupor.
Emma giggled, shaking her head in disbelief. "Well, I'll be damned," she muttered, chuckling to herself. "Looks like someone's had a bit too much to drink tonight."
Anastasia grinned at her friend, licking her stained lips and nodding in agreement as they stumbled back to the Manor for the night, the house elves taking care of Lily.
Chapter 4: Playing with Hermione! - Harry finds Hermione all alone in the library wearing the skimpiest of outfits... And he can't help but take advantage of the situation.