Chapter 1 - Emma Granger
Harry Potter couldn't wait to escape the confines of Hogwarts and return to the muggle world for the summer. After seven gruelling years of magical education, he was looking forward to spending some time in the real world, away from all the magical politics and ancient traditions. So when Hermione invited him to stay at her family's house in London for the summer, he jumped at the chance.
As he stepped off the train and onto the platform, he was greeted by the familiar sight of Hermione's parents, Emma and Daniel Granger. They were a kind and welcoming couple, always happy to see him and eager to hear about his latest adventures at Hogwarts.
Emma Granger was a stunning woman, even well into her forties. With wavy brown hair that fell in loose curls around her shoulders, bright green eyes that sparkled with intelligence and warmth, and a figure that most women half her age would kill for, she turned heads wherever she went. And despite being married to Daniel for nearly twenty years, she still carried an air of elegance and grace that made her stand out in any crowd.
"Welcome back, Harry!" Emma exclaimed, enveloping him in a warm hug. "It's so good to see you again! You must be exhausted after your long journey."
Harry smiled, feeling a familiar flush of warmth spread across his cheeks as he breathed in the scent of Emma's perfume. He couldn't help but notice how good she looked in her tight jeans and crop top, the soft fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. He felt his pulse quicken as he took in the sight of her, his mind racing with a sudden flurry of inappropriate thoughts.
"Thank you, Mrs. Granger," Harry replied, trying to keep his voice steady as he pulled away from her embrace. "It's great to see you too. And yes, I am a little tired from the journey, but I'm looking forward to relaxing and enjoying the summer with all of you."
Hermione walked over to her parents, giving each of them a warm hug in turn. "Hi Mum, Dad," she said, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
Harry couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the sight of Hermione in her tight jeans. She had always been a bit of a tomboy, favouring practicality over style, but today she looked every inch the young woman. Her jeans hugged her curves in all the right places, showing off her toned legs and firm butt. Harry felt his pulse quicken as he took in the sight of her, feeling a sudden surge of attraction that he quickly pushed down.
"Thanks for letting me bring Harry over for the summer. I know he's going to love it here," Hermione said, smiling at her parents.
Emma grinned, her eyes twinkling with warmth and humour. "Of course, sweetheart. Harry is always welcome in our home, as far as we're concerned. And besides, we both know how much you enjoy spending time with him."
Hermione blushed, looking down at the ground with a shy smile. "Well, yeah, I do like spending time with him. He's one of my best friends, after all," she said, throwing a quick glance at Harry.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they all piled into the car and headed back to the Granger household.
As they entered the house, Harry found himself once again enchanted by the Granger household. The walls were painted in warm, earthy tones, and the furniture was a mix of antique and modern pieces, creating a cosy and inviting atmosphere. The scent of fresh flowers wafted through the air, mingling with the delicious aroma of something baking in the oven.
"I hope you're hungry, Harry," Emma said, leading him into the kitchen. "I've been baking all afternoon, and I have a feeling you're going to love what I've made for dinner."
Harry grinned, inhaling deeply as the delicious scent of freshly baked bread and roasting meat filled his nostrils. "I'm always hungry, Mrs. Granger," he said, his stomach growling in anticipation. "I can't wait to see what you've cooked up for us."
As Emma busied herself with dinner preparations, Harry couldn't help but notice the way she moved around the kitchen with practised ease. Every move she made was deliberate, almost hypnotic in its fluidity and grace. She seemed to float around the room, effortlessly multitasking as she prepared the meal, set the table, and kept up a lively conversation with Hermione and Daniel. Harry watched her in awe, unable to tear his gaze away from the way her hips swayed as she walked back and forth across the kitchen, or the gentle curve of her breasts as they bounced slightly with each step she took.
"So, Harry, tell us about your latest adventures at Hogwarts," Daniel said, drawing Harry out of his reverie. "Anything exciting happen this year?"
Harry blinked, realising with a start that he had been caught staring at Emma with unabashed admiration. He felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment as he quickly averted his gaze, searching for the right words to say.
"Uh, well, actually, it was a pretty quiet year, to be honest," Harry stammered, suddenly at a loss for words. He could feel a dull heat spreading across his face, creeping up from his neck and settling in his cheeks. "Not much happened, really. Just the usual classes and assignments, you know."
Daniel chuckled, seemingly unfazed by Harry's awkwardness. "Ah, well, sometimes it's nice just to have a peaceful year, isn't it? No need to worry about Voldemort or dementors or anything like that."
Harry nodded along with Daniel's musings, still reeling from almost being caught ogling his wife. As they continued to chat, he stole glances at Emma whenever he thought no one was looking, marvelling at the way her hair shone in the late-afternoon sunlight streaming through the window. Her skin looked soft and supple, practically begging to be touched. Harry felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and run his fingers through her silky locks, to pull her close and breathe in the scent of her perfume. But he knew better than to act on such impulses; instead, he contented himself with stealing furtive glimpses of her body, taking in every inch of her curves and contours as if trying to memorise every detail.
As they sat down to eat, Emma served up a mouthwatering spread of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and fresh salad, accompanied by crusty bread and a chilled bottle of white wine. Harry dug in eagerly, savoring the rich flavors and savory aromas of the meal.
"This is delicious, Mrs. Granger," Harry said, savoring a bite of tender chicken. "You really outdid yourself with this meal."
Emma beamed, clearly pleased by the compliment. "Thank you, Harry," she said, her eyes sparkling with pride. "It's always a pleasure to cook for someone who appreciates good food. And please, call me Emma. 'Mrs. Granger' makes me feel so old!"
Harry smiled, nodding graciously. "Alright then, Emma, thank you for the lovely meal. This has been great so far."
Throughout the meal, Harry couldn't help but notice how Emma seemed to tease him subtly with her words and actions. "So, Harry, Hermione tells us you've never had a serious girlfriend before," Emma said casually, her voice laced with a touch of mischief.
Hermione shot her mother a warning look, silently urging her to drop the subject. But Emma only raised an eyebrow, challenging Harry to prove her wrong. Harry blushed again, feeling his pulse quicken as he tried to come up with a suitable response.
Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he replied, "Well, to be honest, I've never really had the time for a serious relationship. What with school and my responsibilities as a Gryffindor prefect, I've always been too busy to focus on dating."
Emma smirked, leaning forward conspiratorially. "But surely there must have been someone who caught your eye over the years, yes? Someone who made your heart race and your palms sweat, even when things were tough?"
Harry hesitated, knowing that Emma was leading him into dangerous territory. But he couldn't deny the truth: there had been someone who had captivated him like no one else ever had. "Well, there was... someone," Harry admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's not something I can talk about. It's... complicated."
Harry couldn't help but notice the way Emma's eyes twinkled as she leaned in closer, her lips curling into a sly smile. She propped her chin up on her hand, her elbow resting on the table as she regarded him with unabashed curiosity. The curve of her breasts pressing against her arm sent a shiver down Harry's spine.
"Oh? Now you've really piqued my interest," Emma cooed, her voice dripping with tantalizing innuendo. "You simply must tell me more."
Harry swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure under Emma's intense scrutiny. He glanced nervously around the table, hoping for some kind of reprieve from her probing questions. To his relief, Hermione stepped in, sensing her mother's line of questioning might cross a boundary neither of them wanted to breach.
"Come on, Mum, leave poor Harry alone already," Hermione interjected, shooting Emma a pointed look. "He doesn't have to share everything with us, does he?"
Emma grinned, raising an eyebrow at her daughter's gentle rebuke. "Fine, fine, I'll back off. For now, anyway," she said, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief. She turned her attention back to Harry, a wicked gleam in her eye. "But I'll be watching, Harry. And I expect you to tell me all about this mystery girl sooner or later. Agreed?"
Harry nodded, feeling his heart race as he met Emma's intense gaze. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, as if under some kind of irresistible magnetic pull.
"Alright, fine, deal," Harry conceded, feeling a flush of warmth creep into his cheeks.
As the evening wore on, Harry found himself growing more and more enamored with Emma. He couldn't help but notice the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she laughed. Every little gesture, every subtle movement, seemed to captivate him in a way he couldn't quite explain, and it was a stark contrast to the way he felt around Hermione.
Eventually, dinner came to a close, leaving everyone stuffed and satisfied. "Well, that was delicious, Emma," Daniel beamed, rubbing his full belly contentedly.
"Yes, absolutely amazing," agreed Harry, still reeling from his embarrassing exchange with Emma.
Emma smiled warmly, her eyes shining with pride. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Cooking is just one of my many talents, you know," she teased, winking at Harry mischievously.
As they all rose from their seats, Emma began to clear the dishes from the table, stacking plates and silverware noisily as she prepared to load the dishwasher.
But as Emma busied herself with the dishes, Harry couldn't help but notice the way her low-cut blouse gaped slightly, offering a tantalizing hint of cleavage that made his heart race.
Unable to resist the temptation, Harry allowed his gaze to linger, drinking in the sight of Emma's curves as she bent over the sink, her breasts almost falling out of her top as her arms pushed together. A sudden surge of heat coursed through his veins, igniting a fierce longing deep within him.
As if sensing his gaze, Emma turned to face him, her eyes locking with his for a brief moment. Harry felt his heart leap into his throat as he realized that she knew exactly what he was thinking. And yet, instead of bristling with indignation or embarrassment, she simply smiled, her eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle.
"Well, well, someone's being naughty," she murmured, her voice dripping with suggestive innuendo, and low enough that only Harry could hear.
Harry blushed profusely, stammering out a half-hearted denial, but Emma merely smiled all the wider, as if privy to some delicious secret.
But Harry couldn't stop watching. Every time her arms moved, her breasts jiggled, doing funny things to his insides. He felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch her, to run his hands over her soft skin and feel her curves beneath his fingertips. He wanted to kiss her, to taste her lips and feel her body pressed against his. He wanted to make her moan and writhe beneath him, to hear her call out his name in ecstasy as he brought her to the brink of pleasure again and again.
Feeling suddenly emboldened by the situation, Harry decided to take a risk, pushing past the boundaries of propriety as he ventured further into uncharted territory. Standing up from his seat, he walked over to Emma, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached her.
"Well, if I'm going to be branded as a naughty boy, then I may as well commit fully, don't you think?" Harry suggested, unable to keep the cocky smirk off of his face.
Emma chuckled, clearly entertained by his audacity.
"Oh? Do go on, then," she prompted, leaning over the counter separating them, practically daring him to make good on his impudent claims.
Harry glanced around the room, making sure that Hermione and Daniel were still in the living room. When he was certain that they were alone, he turned back to Emma, his eyes burning with desire.
Before he even realized what he was doing, Harry reached out and cupped Emma's right breast in his hand, squeezing gently as he savored the weight and warmth of her soft flesh. The feeling of her nipple hardening beneath his palm sent another rush of heat surging through his veins, sending his heart racing like never before.
Emma gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as she stared at him, her lips parting in a silent O of shock. But instead of pulling away, she leaned into his touch, her breath hitching as she let out a soft moan.
Just as Harry was about to take things a step further, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, snapping him out of his lust-induced haze.
Harry quickly pulled away, his heart racing as he turned to see Hermione and Daniel walking into the kitchen.
Caught off-guard, Harry stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to put some distance between himself and the object of his illicit attentions.
Emma, meanwhile, managed to compose herself much quicker than Harry did, adopting a serene expression that betrayed not even a trace of guilt or remorse.
"Ah, there you are, Harry," Hermione said calmly, oblivious to what had transpired mere moments earlier. "I was just about to suggest that we all retire to the living room for a nightcap. What do you say?"
Harry, still flustered and embarrassed, could barely manage a coherent response, nodding dumbly as he followed Hermione, Emma and Daniel into the next room.
Daniel settled into his favorite armchair, his body sinking into the plush cushions with a satisfied sigh. The worn leather creaked softly under his weight, a familiar and comforting sound that seemed to signal the start of a relaxing evening.
Hermione led Harry by the hand, guiding him towards the large sectional sofa that dominated one corner of the spacious living room. With its oversized pillows and thick blankets, it looked warm and inviting, perfect for lounging and unwinding after a long day.
Emma followed behind them, her hips swaying seductively as she crossed the room. Harry felt his eyes drawn to her like a magnet, unable to look away as she sauntered over to the liquor cabinet. As she poured out a round of drinks, she bent at the waist, accentuating her curves in a display of tantalizing tease.
As everyone got comfortable, Harry found himself wedged firmly between Hermione and Emma on the generously proportioned sectional sofa. With their bodies nestled close together, every movement, no matter how small, seemed amplified tenfold. Each tiny shift in position elicited a fresh wave of sensation, igniting new fires deep within him.
As they chatted and laughed, Harry struggled to keep his attention focused on the conversation at hand, but the magnetic pull between himself and Emma was almost too much to bear. Every time she spoke, every time her voice lilted upwards in laughter, he could feel an inexorable force drawing him in, dragging him closer and closer to the precipice of ruin.
And as if sensing his inner turmoil, Emma turned to him, her eyes glinting with a mischievous twinkle.
"You seem distracted, Harry," she observed, her lips curving upwards into a knowing smile. "Is something troubling you?"
Hermione looked quizzically from Emma to Harry, trying to decipher the subtext behind her mother's words. But try as she might, she remained clueless.
Harry, meanwhile, felt his heart leap into his throat, his pulse quickening as he struggled to come up with a suitable response.
"Perhaps I am a little preoccupied," Harry admitted, allowing his gaze to drift downward, settling upon the soft curve of Emma's breast, which threatened to spill forth from her already precariously low neckline.
Emma, for her part, remained utterly unfazed by his blatant ogling, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight.
As if toying with him, she shifted ever so slightly in her seat, allowing her body to sway gently side-to-side in a slow, languid rhythm that was calculated to stir Harry to even greater levels of lustful longing.
"Well, this is nice," Daniel interjected, seemingly unaware of the sexual tension crackling in the air around him. "A quiet family gathering, good friends catching up... it doesn't get any better than this."
Hermione nodded in agreement, raising her glass in a toast.
"To family, friends, and memories yet to be made," she proclaimed, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
Emboldened by the liquid courage, Emma raised her glass high above her head, causing her breasts to rise and fall enticingly beneath her tight top. She then covertly reached out and placed a hand on top of Harry's thigh, squeezing lightly before leaning forward to touch glasses with him. Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, "Cheers."
As the evening wore on, Emma continued to tease and torment Harry, all the while maintaining the facade of innocent conversation with her daughter and husband. But eventually, the lateness of the hour caught up with everyone, and Hermione and Daniel began to yawn and stretch, their eyes growing heavy with the approaching drowsiness that signaled the end of the night.
Harry watched as they rose, exchanging sleepy goodnights with one another before disappearing off to bed. He could hardly believe that he had somehow survived the ordeal unscathed, free from discovery and shame.
"Well, well, Harry, it seems we're finally alone at last," Emma murmured, her voice dripping with insinuation as she leaned in closer to him, her eyes shining with an unmistakable gleam of hunger.
Unable to resist any longer, Harry reached out, taking hold of Emma's delicate wrist, pulling her towards him until their faces hovered scant inches apart. And without uttering another word, he pressed his lips firmly against hers, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth as their tongues intertwined in a passionate embrace.
Emma moaned softly, surrendering herself to the moment, allowing Harry to pull her closer, their bodies pressed flush against one another as they kissed with mounting fervor.
Their hands began to wander, exploring each other's bodies with insatiable curiosity as they grew ever more feverish in their ardor. Harry felt his heart race as he allowed his hands to wander across the supple curve of Emma's hip, tracing the gentle contours of her waist as he sought out the soft flesh beneath her shirt.
Meanwhile, Emma responded in kind, reaching down to cup Harry's groin through the rough fabric of his jeans, feeling the hard length of his erection straining against its confines.
Suddenly, Emma broke off the kiss, pulling back just far enough to gaze into Harry's eyes, her expression full of fire and intensity.
Without uttering a single word, she slipped off the edge of the couch, dropping gracefully to her knees on the floor in front of Harry.
With a wicked smirk, she reached down to unbutton his jeans, pulling open the fly and tugging them down, freeing his throbbing erection from its prison as it sprang forth, proud and erect, jutting upwards towards Emma's face.
She stared hungrily at his manhood, admiring the sheer size and girth of his shaft, marveling at how impossibly large it appeared before her very eyes.
Harry couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was, sitting on the sofa in the Granger household, about to receive oral sex from none other than Hermione's own mother! It seemed almost too bizarre to be true, but there was no denying the reality of the situation. His cock twitched eagerly in anticipation, swelling larger still under Emma's rapt attention.
Slowly, she leaned forward, extending her tongue to flick teasingly at the tip of his cock, causing Harry to shudder involuntarily as waves of pleasure washed over him.
Encouraged by his response, Emma continued to lick and tease, running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, her lips brushing gently against his sensitive skin as she worked him to ever greater heights of excitement.
Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, Harry grabbed hold of Emma's hair, guiding her lips down onto his cock, urging her to take him deep within her warm, wet depths.
Obediently, Emma obliged, wrapping her lips tightly around his girth as she slid her mouth down onto his shaft, swallowing him whole as inch after agonizing inch disappeared between her waiting lips.
Harry groaned with sheer ecstasy, his hips bucking wildly as he felt himself enveloped in the warm, wet embrace of Emma's eager mouth.
Inch by slow, excruciating inch, she took him deeper still, her lips sliding further down the length of his shaft until she had taken every last inch within her.
And then, with a devilish grin, she began to suck, hollowing out her cheeks as she drew back, creating a powerful vacuum that pulled greedily at his shaft, threatening to tear him apart with pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Gasping for breath, Harry watched, spellbound, as Emma worshipped his manhood, savoring every last inch as she bobbed her head up and down, slurping and slobbering noisily as she pleasured him with her mouth.
For what felt like an eternity, she sucked and licked and slobbered, driving Harry wild with desire as she brought him to the very brink of climax time and time again, only to pull back just short of release, drawing out the sweet torment as she teased and tormented him mercilessly.
"Oh God, Emma... you feel so good..." Harry gasped, barely able to speak coherently as he struggled to maintain control over his rapidly escalating desires. "I can't believe this is really happening..."
His words served only to encourage Emma all the more, spurring her on to new heights of lewdness and debauchery. Her hand snaked down to cup his balls in her delicate palm, cradling them lovingly as she massaged and kneaded, rolling them sensually within her grip.
Finally, Harry could bear it no longer. Gripping Emma's head with both hands, he forced himself deep into her waiting mouth, burying himself to the hilt as he pumped in and out, his balls slapping against her chin as he pistoned himself into her over and over again.
Emma choked and gagged, but made no move to pull away, allowing Harry to use her mouth as he saw fit, taking every inch of him deep within her throat as he fucked her face without mercy.
At last, Harry could bear it no longer, the exquisite torture becoming too much for him to endure. With a final, desperate lunge, he thrust deep into her throat, burying himself to the hilt inside her welcoming warmth.
With a muffled grunt, he exploded in a torrent of ecstasy, spasming uncontrollably as he filled her mouth with his seed, flooding her eager throat with jet after jet of his hot, creamy essence.
"Oh, God, Emma... I'm cumming!" Harry gasped, his voice ragged and hoarse with passion as he erupted deep within Emma's waiting mouth.
Emma, for her part, did not falter, swallowing every last drop of his essence as it streamed forth from within him, draining him of every ounce of his potent manhood until he was left completely spent, drained utterly of every last drop of energy.
Panting heavily, gasping for air, Harry collapsed backwards onto the couch, struggling to regain his composure as wave upon wave of post-coital bliss washed over him, leaving him weak and trembling in the wake of such intense satisfaction.
For several minutes, he lay there, slumped against the cushions, completely and utterly spent, utterly incapable of so much as lifting a finger as the world spun slowly back into focus once more.
But just as he was starting to recover, Emma spoke, her voice soft and low, barely above a whisper.
"Well, Harry, I must say, that was quite the impressive display," she purred, her lips curling upwards into a sly, self-satisfied smile. "I do hope you're not quite done yet, though, because I'm nowhere near finished with you."
Harry shivered, his skin breaking out in goosebumps as a chill of anticipation ran down his spine.
"No, Emma, I'm far from done," he vowed, his voice heavy with unspoken promises.
"Good," she smiled, her eyes glinting with a fierce, predatory gleam. "Then let's not waste any more time, shall we?"
And with that, she stood, reaching down to grasp the hem of her blouse, pulling it up and off in one swift motion, revealing the pale, perfect curves of her breasts, swelling enticingly before him.
As Harry stared, rapt and spellbound, she reached behind her back to undo her bra, freeing herself of its tenuous embrace as she allowed it to slip away, baring her nude form for Harry's ravenous gaze.
Her nipples were already hardened to tight little points, jutting proudly from their rosy peaks, begging for attention, begging to be touched, to be caressed, to be fondled and squeezed and pinched and twisted until they ached with need.
Unable to resist the allure any longer, Harry reached out, taking her heavy, full breasts in his hands.
They overflowed in his grip, more than a handful each, and softer and more pliant than he could ever have imagined. His thumbs traced slow circles around her aching nipples, eliciting gasps and moans of pleasure from Emma's lips.
Her eyelids drooped closed as she surrendered herself to the tender attentions of Harry's gentle touch, sighing contentedly as he rolled her stiffening nubs between thumb and forefinger, tugging and twisting ever so slightly as he teased her sensitive flesh.
"Ah, that feels so good, Harry," she sighed, her voice breathy and tremulous as she revelled in the growing heat that radiated steadily from between her thighs, signalling her mounting arousal.
With a wicked grin, Harry hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Emma's tight jeans, tugging them down her legs, stripping them away until she stood there, bared before him, clad only in her lacy panties, which clung suggestively to her curves, outlining the shape of her sex beneath the gossamer-thin fabric.
Leaning forward, Harry pressed his lips against hers once more, kissing her deeply as he reached around behind her, groping blindly for the hem of her panties, seeking to free her from the final scrap of clothing that separated them, that still stood between them, denying him the intimate contact that he craved.
Finding purchase on the thin strip of elastic that held her underwear together, Harry slid his fingers underneath, tracing the curve of her ass as he worked the garment lower and lower, easing it down past her hips, down her thighs, until finally, with a triumphant flourish, he pulled it free, casting it aside as Emma stepped clear of the discarded cloth.
Naked and exposed, she stood before him, every inch of her body bared and on display, ripe for the taking.
Harry couldn't help but stare, drinking in the sight of her like a parched traveller who had wandered lost through the desert for days, weeks even, stumbling across an oasis, quenching his thirst at long last with the sweetest nectar imaginable.
"You're beautiful, Emma," he breathed, his voice husky and low, thick with emotion.
"And you, Harry, are simply irresistible," she replied, her own voice barely above a whisper, a tremor of excitement running through her words.
With a wicked grin, Emma swung one leg over Harry's still seated hips, straddling him as she settled herself down onto his lap.
Slowly, tantalisingly, she ground her hips against his, feeling the hard length of his cock twitch and stir as it grew erect once more, pressing against her with renewed vigour.
Harry gasped, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt her wetness coat his shaft as she rubbed herself against him, sliding her entrance up and down the length of his rigid cock.
Emma moaned, a low, throaty sound that made Harry's blood run hot, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins as he realized that she was every bit as aroused as he was.
Unable to resist the allure, unable to hold back any longer, Harry reached up. He grabbed Emma by the hips, lifting her bodily up, positioning her just so, before guiding her down, impaling her with one long, slow, sensual slide, burying himself deep inside her as inch after pleasurable inch disappeared within her tight, slick heat.
Emma cried out as she felt him fill her, her voice high and keening as she threw her head back. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face a mask of pure bliss, a portrait of ecstasy rendered in living flesh.
And then, ever so slowly, she began to move.
Leaning forward, she braced her hands on either side of Harry's head, her fingers digging into the armrest of the couch. With a sinuous wriggle of her hips, she began to grind herself against him, rolling her pelvis in slow, deliberate circles, gyrating her hips in a circular motion that set every nerve alight with pleasure.
Harry groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt her slick walls clench around him, gripping him tightly, squeezing him in a vise-like grip that threatened to drive him mad with desire.
"Oh, fuck, Emma, that feels so good," he panted, his voice shaking as he struggled to maintain control.
Emitting a long, low moan, Emma ground herself against Harry with renewed vigor, throwing her head back and tossing her hair in wild abandon as she lost herself in the throes of passion.
"Mmm, you have no idea how good this feels, Harry," she cooed, her voice husky and low, a sultry purr that sent a shiver down Harry's spine.
Determined to give as much pleasure as she received, Emma shifted her weight forward, balancing on her knees as she planted her feet firmly on the cushions. Leaning forward, she gripped Harry's shoulders for support as she began to ride him with fierce determination.
The room filled with the slap of flesh against flesh, punctuated by their shared cries of delight and encouragement. Every movement of Emma's body sent another wave of exquisite sensation shuddering through Harry's frame as she rose and fell upon him, her breasts jostled enticingly with each thrust, drawing Harry's gaze time and again to their luscious curves.
"Oh, God, Harry, I'm so close," Emma gasped, her voice trembling with the effort, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Driven to the brink of his own endurance, Harry wrapped his arms around Emma, his hands settling on her hips as he held her close, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
And then, at last, with a final, shuddering gasp, Emma threw her head back, crying out as she came, her internal muscles clenching and releasing in rapid succession, milking Harry's manhood with each wave of orgasmic contractions.
Harry couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he bucked his hips, driving himself deep into Emma's welcoming embrace, burying himself to the hilt as he erupted, spilling himself into her with a torrent of seed.
Their mingled cries of release filled the room as they climaxed together, a symphony of ecstasy punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh, the panting breaths and breathless gasps, the wet, slippery sounds of their lovemaking echoing through the air.
As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Emma collapsed against Harry, her breathing still quick and shallow, her heart pounding like a drumbeat against his chest.
"That... was... incredible, Harry," she panted, nuzzling her face against his neck, pressing little kisses to his skin as she murmured sweet nothings against the sensitive flesh.
Harry could only nod, his mind too blown away to form words, let alone sentences or even complete thoughts. All he could do was wrap his arms around Emma, holding her close as he savoured the feel of her naked body pressed against his, enjoying the lingering warmth that radiated from between them.
Eventually, their laboured breathing slowed, their racing hearts beating themselves back towards a normal rhythm. Their bodies relaxed, melting together as they laid themselves down upon the couch, their limbs tangling lazily as they slipped into sleep, Emma's head resting against Harry's chest, her leg tossed haphazardly across his hips as she nestled against him with a soft, satisfied sigh.
It wasn't until several hours later, when the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window blinds, casting elongated shadows across the floorboards, that either of them stirred.
Yawning widely, they stretched languidly; the ease and grace of their movements belied by the familiar ache of spent muscles, an all-too-familiar throbbing sensation that bore silent witness to the previous night's festivities. They'd only just risen from their satiated stupor when, with perfect timing, Hermione walked through the doorway.
Caught in the act, Emma and Harry froze, their eyes widening in surprise as they stared at each other, the sudden awareness of their exposed position sinking in like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped unceremoniously over their heads.
In one swift motion, Harry disentangled himself from Emma, bounding upright with surprising agility given the circumstances, his massive cock flopping about wildly. He grabbed frantically for the nearest item of clothing - Emma's discarded top - which he hastily draped around his waist, doing his best to hide the evidence of what had transpired during the small hours of the morning. His cheeks burned red with embarrassment as he turned to greet Hermione, forcing a weak smile onto his lips as he did his utmost to appear nonchalant despite the situation.
Forcing himself to remain calm, Harry cleared his throat delicately, offering up what he hoped would pass for a casual tone under the circumstances. "Good morning, Hermione."
Hermione blinked owlishly, her eyes flitting from her mother to Harry and back again, her expression one of utter incomprehension as she surveyed the scene before her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hermione spoke, her voice high and strained, betraying her inner turmoil. "Well, this is certainly unexpected."
Emma, seemingly unfazed by the awkwardness of the moment, offered a wry grin, shrugging off her daughter's astonishment with practised ease. She swung her legs over the edge of the sofa, planting her feet firmly on the ground as she rose smoothly to her feet, every inch the composed woman who had seen it all before.
Hermione studied them both for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she weighed their reactions, her sharp mind sorting through the implications of the situation. Finally, she crossed her arms, her jaw setting in a firm line as she fixed her gaze on her mother, her chin jutting forward stubbornly, a clear indication that she had made up her mind.
Emma watched her daughter's reactions closely, reading the signs as only a mother could, intuitively sensing the stubborn set of her daughter's jaw, knowing that Hermione would never surrender Harry's affections without a fight.
Hermione took a deep breath, steeling herself as she braced for the battle ahead, her lips tightening into a determined line. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to step up my game, then," she stated, her tone resolutely confident.
Immediately her thoughts jumped to the first strategic move, a change of wardrobe. She had to appeal to Harry's taste, even if it meant stepping out of her usual comfort zone. "I need to go change into something a little more..." Hermione paused, her mind churning as she attempted to phrase her daring plan with a more delicate term.
"Sluttier?" Emma offered helpfully, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Hermione's cheeks coloured, turning bright red at her mother's unabashed honesty. Still, even amidst her blushes, a defiant gleam shone brightly within her eyes as she nodded emphatically at her still-nude mother. She was not about to be defeated so easily!
Harry's growing cock jumped in joy beneath his makeshift loincloth.
Chapter 2: A stubborn Hermione is ready to challenge her mother for Harry's affection, and will just have to show Harry that she is better in every way... Enter: Hermione's slut era.
Chapter 2 - Hermione Granger
Hermione was determined to win Harry back from her mother, whatever it took. She had always known that Emma was a temptress, but she had never realized just how much of a threat she posed until now. As she walked up to her room, she knew she had to step up her game, especially since her mother had a head start on her in this particular arena. There was no way that she was going to let Emma steal her man without a fight. And if that meant donning a skimpy outfit to distract him from her mother's charms, then so be it.
She rummaged through her closet, discarding various items of clothing onto her bed in her haste. She wanted something that would drive Harry wild, something that would leave him breathless and begging for more. That meant it was time to break out the big guns – she had to dig deep into her wardrobe for some choice pieces she had been saving for a special occasion like this.
At last, she found what she was looking for: a short black mini-skirt that she had bought on a whim during a shopping trip with Ginny and Luna. It was far shorter than anything she had ever worn before, but she knew that it would look amazing on her.
She paired it with a low-cut top that showed off her ample cleavage, making sure to leave a few buttons undone to give Harry a tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath.
She took one last look in the mirror, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew that she looked hot, but she couldn't be sure how Harry would react. Would he still see her as the same old Hermione, or would he see her in a new light?
Taking a deep breath, she headed back downstairs, determined to win Harry over once and for all.
When Hermione walked back into the kitchen, she was relieved to see that both Harry and Emma had gotten dressed. Harry was sitting at the table, looking a little flustered, while Emma was busying herself with making breakfast.
As she entered the room, Harry's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe the transformation that had taken place in such a short space of time. Gone was the prim and proper Hermione that he had always known, replaced instead by this sultry siren who stood before him now.
He felt his pulse begin to race as he drank in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the curve of her breasts as they threatened to spill forth from the confines of her low-cut top. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, clouding his thoughts as his mind filled with a sudden flurry of impure thoughts.
"Ah, there you are, Hermione!" Daniel exclaimed, turning to greet his daughter with a wide grin. "We were just about to start breakfast without you."
"Sorry I took so long," Hermione replied, her voice laced with a hint of tease as she shot a coy glance at Harry, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
"Not at all, my dear!" Daniel replied, oblivious to the sexual tension that filled the room. "We were just about to dig in. Why don't you take a seat?"
Harry watched in amazement as Hermione sashayed over to the table, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. Her breasts bounced enticingly within the constraints of her tight top, drawing Harry's gaze like a magnet.
As she took her seat, she crossed her legs, her short skirt riding up to reveal a tantalising expanse of pale thigh. Harry could see the outline of her black lace panties peeking out from beneath the hem of her skirt, and he felt his cock twitch in response.
Emma set down a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of him, her eyes flicking between her daughter and her guest as she surveyed the scene before her. Harry could sense the subtle undercurrents of competition that simmered just below the surface, a palpable sense of rivalry that seemed to hang in the air like an unspoken challenge.
Despite himself, Harry couldn't help but admire Hermione's boldness. Here she was, sitting at the breakfast table with her parents, dressed in nothing but a skirt that barely covered her bottom and a shirt that left little to the imagination. And yet, rather than shrinking back in embarrassment, she seemed to exude an almost regal confidence, as though she knew that she had already won the day.
Emma, meanwhile, seemed determined to stake her own claim on Harry's attentions. As she sat down at the table, she leaned forward, her breasts spilling forth from the low neckline of her own blouse. The fabric gaped enticingly, revealing the smooth swell of her cleavage as she fixed her chair.
Throughout the meal, Hermione kept up a steady stream of chatter, engaging her father in conversation as she deftly steered the topic away from any potentially awkward subjects (Daniel was none the wiser that his wife had been fucked raw by their guest last night after all). Meanwhile, every chance she got, she reached out to touch Harry's leg beneath the table, running her fingers lightly along the inside of his thigh as she smiled coquettishly at him.
Emma, not to be outdone by her daughter, made a show of leaning across the table to refill their coffee cups, allowing Harry a generous view down her blouse as she did so. She laughed loudly at her husband's jokes, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she played up her feminine charms, her tits bouncing enticingly in Harry's general direction with each giggle and guffaw.
The rest of breakfast passed in a blur of sensory overload, with Harry feeling as if he were caught in some kind of erotic tug-of-war between mother and daughter. Everywhere he turned, it seemed, there was another flash of skin, another tantalising glimpse of flesh, leaving him dizzy and disoriented with desire. It was all he could do to maintain even a semblance of composure as he tried to hold a civilised conversation amidst the whirlwind of hormones that surrounded him.
At last, however, the meal came to an end, as Daniel pushed back his chair and stood up, stretching expansively and suggesting that they move outside to enjoy the warm summer day. Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief, grateful for the reprieve from the intense atmosphere that had built up around the dining table.
Daniel led the way, pushing open the French doors and stepping out into the bright sunlight. Emma followed close behind, casting one last lingering look at Harry as she went, her eyes glinting with determination. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that she intended to continue her campaign to win him over, no matter what it took.
Left alone in the kitchen, Harry looked over at Hermione, who gave him a wicked smile. "Well? What do you think?" she asked, gesturing to her outfit with a flourish.
Harry swallowed hard, trying to find the words to express how utterly taken aback he was by her transformation. He had always known that Hermione was beautiful, of course - she was easily one of the most intelligent and capable women he had ever met. But this new side of her, this sultry, confident version of herself that she had only revealed this morning, was something entirely different.
"You look... amazing," Harry finally stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to find the right words for his first friend. "I mean, wow. Just... wow."
Hermione giggled, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and her breasts bouncing appreciatively at the compliment. "Really? You really think so?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
Without warning, Hermione leaned in closer, her hand snaking out to cup Harry's hard cock through his trousers. Harry gasped at the sudden contact, feeling his pulse race as she squeezed him gently, her fingers teasing him through the rough fabric.
"I guess that answers my question," she giggled, her lips curling upwards into a sly grin.
Determined to seize the opportunity while it presented itself, Harry seized Hermione by the arm, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Their tongues danced together in a passionate embrace, their bodies pressed close as they shared a desperate, breathless moment of connection.
Panting heavily, Harry broke off the kiss and looked Hermione directly in the eye. "I want you, Hermione. Right now."
"But what about my parents?" Hermione asked, her voice quavering with a mixture of fear and excitement. "We can't just... do it here, can we?"
Harry grinned, running his hands up Hermione's thighs, caressing her skin with a gentle touch as he nuzzled against her neck. "You shouldn't have teased me like that if you weren't ready for the consequences," he growled, his voice husky with desire.
With surprising strength, Harry lifted Hermione onto the tabletop, spreading her legs wide apart as he stepped between them. Without breaking eye contact, he began to unbutton her top, exposing more and more of her luscious curves as he peeled the garment away from her body.
As soon as he had removed her blouse, Harry buried his face in Hermione's breasts, inhaling her scent deeply as he ran his hands over her body. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, releasing it with a simple flick of the wrist, and soon the garment joined her blouse on the tabletop.
Now free of its constraints, Hermione's chest sprang forth, full and round, her large areolas puckered tight with anticipation. Her soft mounds filled Harry's palms perfectly, heavy and ripe with promise.
Hermione moaned softly, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement as Harry began to tease her breasts with his fingers. "Oh, God, Harry, what if they catch us?" she whispered, her voice quavering with anxiety.
"They won't," Harry murmured reassuringly, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. "We'll just have to be quick."
With those words still ringing in her ears, Harry reached down between Hermione's legs, sliding his fingers beneath the hem of her skirt and tugging her panties aside. With one swift motion, he plunged two fingers deep inside her wet warmth, causing Hermione to cry out in surprise and pleasure.
"Harry!" she gasped, gripping the edge of the tabletop as she rocked her hips, grinding her clit against his knuckles as he worked his fingers in and out of her slick opening.
Harry felt her muscles spasm around his fingers, gripping him tightly as he pistoned himself in and out, driving her wild with each thrust of his skilled digits. Hermione moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself up to the mounting tension that threatened to overwhelm her senses.
Suddenly, Hermione's body convulsed, her legs clamping down on Harry's forearms as she screamed, the sound echoing through the kitchen as she came harder than she ever had before.
"Harry! Oh, God, yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, her voice breaking into ragged sobs as she shuddered and shook with orgasmic ecstasy.
Harry knew that he couldn't hold back much longer, not when faced with the tantalizing sight of Hermione, writhing and gasping in front of him, her body bared for his pleasure. Gritting his teeth, he pulled his fingers free from her dripping hole, bringing them up to her mouth so that she could taste her own juices, savoring the sweet, musky taste of her essence on his fingertips.
Hermione sucked eagerly at Harry's fingers, her eyes locked onto his as she swallowed every last drop of her own tangy nectar. When at last she had licked his fingers clean, Harry moved his hands to his belt, deftly undoing the buckle and tugging it free from the loops of his trousers.
Slowly, deliberately, Harry tugged open his fly, revealing the throbbing length of his engorged cock, glistening with precum and veins pulsing with desire. Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of him, her mouth forming a little 'O' of shock and awe.
"Oh, God, Harry... we can't!" Hermione protested, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and longing. "What if my parents come in?"
Harry smiled wickedly, running his thumb gently along her jawline as he whispered in her ear, "Then we'll just have to be very, very quiet, won't we?"
Gently, he guided Hermione down from the tabletop, turning her around so that she was facing the glass windows that looked out onto the garden beyond where her parents sat. The sunlight streamed in through the panes, casting warm golden beams across the room, illuminating every inch of Hermione's bare flesh as she stood there nervously.
Carefully, Harry lifted Hermione's skirt, bunching it up around her waist and exposing the firm, perfect globes of her ass to his eager gaze. She shuddered as she felt his hot breath against her skin, her nerves tingling with anticipation as he leaned in to whisper lewdly in her ear.
"I want you to watch them while I fuck you," Harry growled, nodding towards the window where on the other side Daniel and Emma were busy chatting away, completely oblivious to the illicit activities taking place within their own home. "Can you do that for me, Hermione? Can you keep your cool while I make love to you right here?"
Hermione swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she nodded silently, her throat too dry to speak. She knew that she couldn't deny Harry anything he asked of her, not when he looked at her like that, with such a fierce, intense hunger in his eyes.
Without another word, Harry positioned himself behind Hermione, nudging her thighs apart with his knee as he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her entrance, rubbing it slowly up and down her slit until he was slick with her juices. Then, without warning, he drove himself home, impaling her tight pussy with one swift stroke.
Hermione cried out, biting her lip to stifle the sound as she felt Harry fill her to the brim, his thick shaft buried deep inside her welcoming warmth. He felt so big, so hot, so incredibly hard within her, and she revelled in the feeling of fullness that she knew only he could provide.
Slowly, carefully, Harry began to thrust, his hips moving in long, languid strokes as he fucked Hermione from behind, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he held her steady.
With every thrust, Hermione's plump cheeks jiggled enticingly, the folds of her labia spreading and contracting rhythmically as Harry pumped in and out of her clutching depths. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking him greedily, urging him onward with their insistent massage.
Despite the danger of discovery, despite the fact that they could be caught at any moment, Harry found himself unable to resist the allure of this forbidden encounter. His blood raced, his pulse hammered, his muscles strained as he fought to maintain control over his surging desires. Every nerve ending seemed to sing with electric excitement, his senses heightened to new levels of awareness as he drank in the sight of Hermione, bent over before him, arms on the tabletop, her pale skin flushed pink with exertion and her breasts swaying enticingly with each powerful thrust.
Hermione's eyes were fixed on her parents, who sat only a few feet away, completely unaware of their coupling and patiently waiting for the two of them to join them outside. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back her cries of pleasure as she fought to maintain her composure.
As the tension built between them, Harry felt his control beginning to slip, his hips snapping forward harder and faster as he lost himself in the raw power of his lust. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the kitchen, punctuated by Hermione's muffled cries and moans.
Lost in the pleasure, Harry reached down, grabbing Hermione by the hips and pulling her back onto his cock with a sudden, sharp snap of his hips. The force of the movement caused her to yelp, the sound barely audible over the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears.
Emma's head, however, snapped around, her eyes narrowing as she caught sight of Harry and Hermione through the glass.
For an instant, time seemed to slow to a crawl, suspended in some kind of bizarre limbo as mother and daughter locked gazes, both sets of eyes widening in surprise and recognition.
"Oh my God, Harry! She saw us!" Hermione hissed, her voice trembling with fear and embarrassment, her tits bouncing wildly.
But Harry didn't miss a beat, his rhythm faltering not one iota as he drove himself deep into Hermione's clutching depths. Instead, he simply grinned wickedly, reaching down to cup Hermione's heavy breasts in his hands, squeezing them firmly as he whispered lasciviously in her ear, "Then let's give her something worth seeing."
The thought of purposefully fucking in front of her mother sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Hermione's veins, sending her body into spasms of ecstasy as she came harder than ever before, her internal muscles gripping Harry's throbbing manhood like a vice.
"You little slut," Harry grunted, driving deeper still as Hermione shuddered and shook beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her like wildfire. "Not even a second..." Harry gasped, losing track of all thoughts as Hermione squeezed him like a vice.
"Cumming like that, with your mum watching... fuck, Hermione, you really are a dirty girl, aren't you?"
"Yes, Harry, oh yes..." Hermione moaned, her voice quivering with delight as she pushed herself back onto his thrusting cock, grinding her ass against his pelvis as she took him deeper still, riding her high.
As Harry approached his own climax, he wilfully locked eyes with Emma, watching her gaze flicker with shock and disbelief as she realised what was happening right in front of her very eyes. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still, frozen in a tableau of shame and scandal, forever etched upon their memories. And then, with a final surge of desperate passion, Harry threw his head back and roared, cum erupting from his twitching shaft in torrential bursts, filling Hermione's convulsing pussy with his sticky seed.
Breathless, panting, Harry withdrew, watching as his cum dripped from Hermione's swollen lips, dribbling down her thighs and puddling on the floor beneath them. Their heavy breathing filled the air, punctuated by occasional grunts and gasps as they struggled to regain their composure.
Gently, Harry reached down between Hermione's legs, carefully adjusting her panties so that they covered her pussy once more, trapping his seed within her warmth. He knew that it wouldn't last long, that it would soon leak out, staining her panties and leaving a telltale sign of their indiscretion for all to see. But for now, at least, they could maintain the illusion of propriety, if only for a little while longer.
"Harry," Hermione gasped, her voice a breathless whisper as she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed with a deep blush. "That was... incredible. Thank you."
Harry smiled, pressing a tender kiss to her lips as he helped her down from the tabletop. "Anytime, Hermione," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Anytime."
With that, he led her out into the garden, where Daniel and Emma awaited them, blissfully unaware (at least in Daniel's case) of the illicit activities that had taken place just moments before.
"Ah, there you two are!" Daniel exclaimed, beaming happily as they stepped outside. "We were starting to worry about you."
"Sorry, Dad," Hermione replied, her voice slightly strained as she forced a smile onto her lips. "We just got a little... sidetracked, that's all."
"Well, never mind that now," Daniel said, waving off her explanation with a benign smile. "We've got a lovely picnic set up over here, and I, for one, am craving a snack. Shall we dig in?" he said, motioning at all the treats before them.
Hermione shot her mother a sly smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she took her seat at the picnic blanket. She knew that she had won this round, that she had temporarily managed to outmanoeuvre her mother in the battle for Harry's affections. But she also knew that the war was far from over, that Emma would continue to fight tooth and nail to win Harry back from her.
Emma raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with determination as she stared her daughter down, a silent promise in her gaze. "It's on," she mouthed, her lips curling upwards into a challenging smile.
Hermione grinned back, her expression just as defiant as her mother's. "Oh, it certainly is," she agreed silently, resolving that she would never give up without a fight.
Chapter 3: The women decide a competition is in order...
Chapter 3 - Healthy Competition
The rest of the day had proceeded surprisingly uneventfully considering everything that had transpired that morning, and that suited Harry well. He had kept a close eye on both women throughout lunch and the ensuing activities, trying to read their expressions and gauge their intentions, but neither seemed inclined to cause any trouble with Daniel around - or at least none that was immediately apparent. There had been the occasional teasing smirk and regular flashes of cleavage, but nothing Harry couldn't handle.
Still, he couldn't quite relax, not with how intensely these two gorgeous women were vying for his cock, each vying to outdo the other. And though things had remained relatively tame after his morning fuck with Hermione, Harry knew that anything could happen once Daniel retired for the evening... which was exactly what happened as dusk fell upon them.
The family patriarch had yawned loudly, smiling at the three people seated around the table, "Well, I think I'm off to bed. Going to read for a bit before turning in. Don't stay up too late, you lot."
With that, Daniel had disappeared up the stairs, leaving Harry, Hermione, and Emma alone to settle in the living room as the evening air cooled down around them.
For a moment, no one spoke; they simply sat there quietly, sipping their drinks and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere after the long day's events. But as time passed, an awkward tension began to build in the silence, until finally, Hermione broke it.
"I suppose we should turn in soon; don't you think?" She asked, stifling a yawn behind her hand. In truth, she was exhausted from their earlier escapades and the emotional roller coaster ride that accompanied being caught in the act by her mother, yet she didn't dare leave Harry alone with Emma just yet. The idea of doing so terrified her, knowing full well what her mother would likely get up to without supervision.
Emma smiled wickedly from her armchair, shaking her head. "Oh, I won't be retiring any time soon," she replied coyly, her voice dripping with suggestion as she looked at Harry. "The day has just begun, after all!"
Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously. If her mother was planning on being unreasonable, she'd just have to up her game. Mustering a polite smile, she declared, "In that case, I think I might as well stay up a bit longer too." She then stood from the couch, and looked alluringly at Harry. "My studies won't finish themselves, now will they?"
"Your studies?" Harry asked, confused. "But it's summer break."
"Yes, but I still have a lot of reading to catch up on," she replied, batting her eyelashes innocently. "And besides, I can't let my mother get ahead of me, now can I?"
With that, Hermione dropped down between his legs, settling on the carpet before him. She didn't even bother trying to hide her intent in front of her mother as she reached for Harry's belt, her gaze locked with his all the while.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Emma asked, feigning shock.
"Well, Mum," she began sweetly, as her fingers deftly opened his pants and slipped free his cock, already half-hard within its confines. "I can't have you stealing him away from me. You already got your turn last night, after all. I think it's time for me to drain him properly and make sure there's nothing left for you after I go to bed."
Harry blushed furiously as he stared down at Hermione, watching as she eagerly took hold of his length and started stroking him firmly, eliciting a soft groan from deep within his chest. "Fuck, that feels good," he sighed softly, letting his head fall back against the sofa cushions.
"You naughty girl," Emma chuckled, clearly entertained by the scene before her, but not fazed in the slightest.
Hermione ignored her mother's taunts, focusing instead on pumping Harry's shaft with growing ease, rolling the skin taut around the rigid length, her grip tightening and releasing steadily as she wanked him to full hardness.
As she knelt between his thighs, leaning forward slightly to reach his rod, Hermione's plaid skirt rode higher, revealing the bottom curves of her buttocks where they met her upper thighs. It also served to lift her breasts more prominently, pushing them together beneath her low cut top. As such, every movement caused ripples across the surface of her bustline, causing her ample bosom to quiver enticingly.
Harry groaned at the heavenly sight before him, watching as Hermione's full, round breasts swayed gently beneath her top, her cleavage jiggling enticingly as she worked his cock.
Hermione glanced over at her mother briefly, who watched avidly from her armchair nearby. Seeing her mother's rapt attention only made her bolder, encouraging her further. Spitting into her palm, she coated Harry's shaft liberally with saliva, making it nice and wet. With renewed vigour, she returned to working his cock, using both hands this time, each grasping roughly halfway along his impressive girth. Her delicate fingers slid smoothly up and down his greased pole, gliding effortlessly with every stroke, drawing out precome like sap from a tree trunk.
"Mmmm... That's it, Hermione," Harry murmured appreciatively, staring down at her beautiful visage as she worshipped him so devoutly.
Hermione leaned in closer, determined to show Harry how good she could make him feel, her breath warm upon his member, her lips brushing luscious kisses along his swelling crown. Slowly, her mouth enveloped his tip, seizing the sensitive slit, nibbling and suckling shamelessly to pull a bead of pre-cum forth and onto her tongue.
She moaned wantonly, savouring the taste of him - musky, masculine, earthy, divine. Swirling her tongue about his flared rim, she savoured the flavour fully, drinking deeply of his essence. All too quickly, however, her lustful hunger demanded more than mere tastes; she craved satiation, desired fulfilment. And so, swallowing down her first sample, she dipped lower, taking him deeper down her throat.
"Ooh, yes..." Harry purred, eyes fluttering half-lidded. "Suck it, Hermione... Fuck... Just like that..."
His words only spurred her on, urging her to greater heights of passion. Dropping lower, she swallowed him whole, her lips sliding down his shaft, her tongue caressing every inch of his manhood as she sucked him deeper into her mouth.
Her cheeks hollowed, pulling at him tightly, squeezing him firmly as she drew back upwards, dragging her tongue along his underside, sending shivering thrills coursing through him. Then, once again, she dove back down, engulfing him deeply, submerging herself in his heat.
Emma, unable to resist the tantalising scene unfolding before her, quietly rose from her armchair, her gaze fixed upon the couple on the couch. Shedding her light blue summer dress, she revealed her lithe form clad only in a matching lacy bra and panties, her pale, freckled skin gleaming softly in the dimming daylight streaming through the living room windows.
As Harry watched in wide-eyed wonder, Emma began stripping before him, first releasing the catch of her light blue bra, letting it slip down her arms, baring her ample bosom. Her full, round breasts emerged, her nipples already stiff and at attention, beckoning hungrily for his lips.
Next, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her matching lacy panties, pushing them down her hips, revealing her neatly trimmed mound, her bare pussy glistening with her wanton arousal.
With her attire removed, Emma approached the pair slowly, a seductive smile gracing her rosy lips as she reached out to card her fingers gently through Hermione's locks. The younger woman looked up from her ministrations, blinking at her mother in surprise.
"Mum?" she questioned softly, her voice carrying just the hint of uncertainty.
"Tut, tut, Hermione dear," Emma chided, shaking her head. "You'll never drain him like that. You'll have to do even better than this if you want to keep him all to yourself."
And then, without another word, Emma dropped gracefully to her knees beside her daughter, settling in close. She smiled reassuringly at her, reaching out to brush away several strands of hair which had fallen loose around Hermione's face, tucking them behind her ear lovingly.
"Let me show you how it's done, dear," she whispered teasingly, before casting her eyes back towards Harry, watching him raptly.
Without any warning or hesitation, Emma leaned forward, capturing Harry's thick length between her plush red lips. A sigh escaped her parted lips as she took him deep within her moist depths, feeling his size stretch her oral cavity to the limit. As she settled into place, she wrapped one hand around his base, stroking the last few inches left exposed beyond her grip while simultaneously massaging his balls with gentle reverence.
A soft gasp fell from Harry's lips as he felt himself swallowed whole by Emma's eager mouth, her talented tongue snaking out to lick and lap at him wantonly. His shaft twitched and throbbed as she drew him deep inside herself, bathing his length in her hot, wet heat.
For several long moments, Emma simply held him there, savouring the sensation of having him fill her throat so completely, before finally pulling back, releasing him with a loud, wet pop.
Instead of withdrawing fully, however, she left the plump head of his cock lodged between her lips, bobbing gently in time with her breathing as she looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes dancing wickedly.
"Better, wouldn't you agree?" she challenged between mouthfuls, arching her brow playfully.
Harry could only nod mutely, rendered speechless by the sight before him. Never before had he seen such a sight - two beautiful women vying for his cock, each determined to outdo the other.
Emma wasted no time in proving her point, leaning forward once more, taking him in as deeply as possible. But instead of drawing back as quickly this time, she made sure to use every trick in her arsenal to coax forth every ounce of pleasure from Harry's member.
She sucked and sucked, drawing out moan after moan from Harry's lips as she swirled her tongue around his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside ruthlessly before running it along the thick vein running down the length of his rod. With every pass, she would draw back slightly, only to plunge deeper once more, each time taking him a little further, inching him ever closer towards the edge.
Hermione watched her mother in shock, before finally regaining her composure. She couldn't let her mother outdo her now. So, she stood up and started to strip. She shimmied out of her skirt first, letting the fabric pool around her ankles. Then, she pulled off her top, her breasts spilling out from the top of her bra.
She glanced over at Harry, who was staring intently at both of them, mesmerised by their beauty. He seemed unable to decide where to look, torn between gazing at her own gorgeous figure and her equally stunning mother. Seeing his dilemma, she decided to make things easier on him. Slowly, sensuously, she turned around, giving him a view of her perfect ass encased in black lace underwear. With a teasing grin, she reached behind her and pulled the lace down, revealing her pale, peachy cheeks and glistening arousal to his hungry gaze.
Harry swallowed hard, his eyes widening in desire as he took in the sight. Unable to resist, he reached out and gingerly trailed his fingers along the curve of her buttocks, eliciting a tiny squeal from Hermione, who wriggled delightedly under his touch.
"Fuck, you two are so fucking hot," Harry groaned, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two women, determined to catch everything.
Emma, wanting Harry to focus on her exclusively, suddenly thrust her head down, swallowing Harry's cock whole, her throat contracting around his shaft as she swallowed him down to the root.
Harry cried out at the sudden change of events, his eyes snapping back to the woman between his legs, his hips bucking wildly as his orgasm surged forth unexpectedly. Before he knew what was happening, he exploded inside her tight throat, firing shot after glorious shot of white-hot cum straight down her gullet and into her belly, bathing her innards with his seed, coating her insides in potent, sticky spunk.
"Oh my god!" Harry panted heavily, gripping the armrests tightly, trying desperately to hold back as he came harder than ever before in his life.
But Emma didn't stop sucking, didn't relent in her efforts as she swallowed and swallowed, unwilling to give her daughter even a single drop, draining his balls of every last ounce of his essence. Finally, she pulled off, leaving him wet and sticky, before licking him clean of any residue left behind.
"Mum!" Hermione protested, looking absolutely mortified at her mother stealing the load that she had worked so hard for while she was unfastening her bra. "That wasn't fair!" she said sulkily.
"Life's not fair, dear," Emma giggled, winking wickedly at her daughter before turning to give Harry a view of the mouthful of cum she'd just collected.
Before she had the chance to swallow her prize, however, Hermione lunged at her mother, grabbing her head and crushing their lips together, forcing the cum to pass between them in a passionate kiss.
Harry watched in amazement as the two women exchanged his cum, moaning and wrestling for dominance with their tongues.
As they finally broke apart, Hermione smirked at her mother, showing her some of the cum she had stolen in their fierce kiss on her tongue. "You're right, Mum. Life isn't fair."
Harry gulped, feeling his heart race at their incestuous kiss, his balls twitching with the need to fill them again. "You two are incredible," he marvelled breathlessly.
"We're not done yet, Harry," Hermione stated firmly. "I still have something to prove."
And then, without warning, she positioned herself directly in front of Harry's growing erection again. Without hesitation, she wrapped her full, ripe lips around his tip, seizing his flared rim eagerly within her warm embrace anew.
Having been given such an enticing display, it took very little work on Harry's part to find himself standing once more at attention, ready for another round of love-making - though this time, there wouldn't be any half-measures, no holding anything back.
Determinedly, Hermione set to her task, her lips sealed about his length once more, sliding up and down along his turgid girth. Her technique proved far less elegant compared to her mother, yet infused with a hungry eagerness that made every swipe of her lips feel like she intended to devour all of him entirely, as if hoping to lose herself on his cock.
Seeing how fiercely her daughter sucked away at Harry's manhood, Emma couldn't help but join in on the fun. Eagerly, she leaned forward, capturing first one ball within her greedy maw, rolling its tender weight upon her tongue, savoring the sensation as she rolled her tongue around the sensitive skin, tugging gently with her teeth before releasing it, only to capture the second orb shortly afterwards.
Between them both, they soon found Harry moaning and writhing beneath their ministrations, their hands roaming wherever they willed as they serviced his needs thoroughly, leaving no inch unexplored.
Hermione's enthusiasm was unquestionably boundless, yet despite her best efforts, she simply could not reach the same depths as her experienced mother managed earlier. Every attempt at throwing herself at his length ended the same way, choking and spluttering until finally, she gave up, withdrawing completely, set on a change of tactic.
"Use me," she demanded huskily, her voice little above a whisper as she locked her pleading eyes with his, her lips inches from his tip. "Fuck my face, Har-"
Before she could finish speaking, however, Harry was upon her. Seizing her head with both hands, he forced his length between her lips, driving deep into her waiting mouth, swallowing her fully within his eager grip. Hermione could do little more than gasp around his rod as he drove deeper still, his shaft filling her oral cavity to capacity, threatening to overwhelm her.
"GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK!" she gagged as his girth stretched her jaws to their maximum tolerances, her cheeks hollowed out around his length as she struggled to accommodate his immense size.
Harry groaned deeply, feeling her gagging throat muscles repeatedly clench around his intruding shaft, massaging him intimately as he thrust in and out of her mouth and fucked her face with reckless abandon.
Emma, meanwhile, continued working over his balls, teasing and tormenting them mercilessly, eliciting sighs and whimpers from Harry as she toyed shamelessly with his most intimate regions. She knew exactly what buttons to push, which nerves to strike, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making him shiver under her skilled touch.
The trio continued like this for several long minutes, Harry's hips bucking wildly as he thrust in and out of Hermione's mouth, his balls slapping wetly against Emma's chin as she sucked and licked at his sac, her tongue tracing intricate patterns across his sensitive skin.
But eventually, Harry could feel his orgasm rising, threatening to spill forth, to unleash a torrent of cum that would surely drown them both and leave the walls of the Granger living room forever a new hue of white. Unwilling to let that go to spill, he withdrew from Hermione's mouth, leaving her gasping for breath, her eyes watering from the rough treatment she'd received.
Without missing a beat, Harry grabbed hold of his cock, aiming its engorged tip towards the two women kneeling side by side before him. Then, gritting his teeth, he squeezed shut his eyes tightly, focusing everything he had left onto achieving just one goal: coating these gorgeous vixens in his seed, marking them irrevocably as his own personal property.
"Here it comes!" he warned, gasping for breath as he held himself at the precipice, teetering on the edge of his orgasm.
And then, without further warning, he unloaded, sending twin ropes arcing outwards, catching first Emma across the cheek, coating her lightly, a thin layer settling over her features, glazing her skin softly as he painted her visage with his essence.
The second shot caught Hermione straight in the forehead, leaving a glistening line of milky jism streaking across the bridge of her nose, forming a path that led straight to her waiting lips.
A third shot landed directly in Emma's waiting mouth; her lips already parted wide in anticipation, ready to catch every last ounce of Harry's offering.
From there, the thick spurts of semen began to paint the two woman's faces, dripping down over their features, collecting at their chins before inexorably sliding downwards across their throats, painting their necks and bountiful breasts in a messy collage of his orgasm.
Finally spent, Harry collapsed back against the couch - exhausted beyond belief. He felt certain that nothing else remained in him worth giving; he had given absolutely everything to these wonderful women who now knelt subserviently before him, gazing adoringly up at him with stars in their eyes and glazed faces.
He looked down at the pair lovingly, taking in their dishevelled appearances, noting how well-used they appeared, how wantonly debauched each had become after their shared lovemaking session. They were truly beautiful sights to behold, especially when contrasted against the backdrop of their previous primness, having been transformed from pristine debutantes into naughty vixens who couldn't wait to get dirty again... and again... and again.
After several moments, Harry saw them come together for another scorching hot kiss. Their faces met in midair, tongues darting, lips sealed together once more, moans escaping their entwined bodies while his sticky spunk still shone proudly, evidence of what all three of them had created mere seconds ago. Harry smiled wistfully to himself, before closing his eyes and succumbing willingly to a much-needed rest.
It was going to be a long summer indeed...
Chapter 4: Garden Escapades! - When Hermione finds Harry relaxing in the garden next to her sleeping dad, she just has to take advantage of the situation... And when her mum walks in on them? Well, she just can't help but one-up her daughter, now, can she...