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Chapter 27: A Fun Lesson in History
A Fun Lesson in History
Usually, History of Magic was a boring class, even for a student like Hermione Granger who turned academic enthusiasm into an art. Professor Binns was monotonous at best. After all, he was repeating the same topics for more than a century, his words long faded into a sludge perfectly identical to the textbooks. Not many students bothered to visit the classroom anymore, and the ones that treated it as a dedicated nap time. However, it wasn't Hermione's aim in today's class.
The first surprise of the day was Harry's unexpected decision to attend the class. Normally, Hermione would be glad to see him attending a class even if it was a relatively useless one like History of Magic, taking it as an indicator of his increased seriousness about his education, but the smirk on his face told a different story. She had been planning to sit to the front seat, as usual, free from the distraction, but a shook of his head was enough to change her seating plans, his gaze promising a distraction far from the usual kind. She was unable to resist, so she found herself sitting at the end of the class, with Harry sitting next to her.
Her quill danced on the paper, recording Binn's words, but it wasn't like than her usual, attentive note taking. It was little more than a mechanic activity, her heartbeat, quickened with the anticipation, was preventing her from focusing on the lesson. Seconds turned into minutes, but Harry continued sitting next to her motionless other than carefully taking notes, his face sharp in concentration. An expression Harry had never carried in history class before.
Hermione wasn't naive enough to miss the fact that she was being teased. But with her evolving preferences, she wasn't sure about how to react. Indignation and anger would be her response a few months ago when her relationship with Harry had been just a faded possibility, but after two months filled with groundbreaking experiences, one thing she was sure was she wasn't about to take his teasing laying down. A smile spread across her face as a tantalizing opportunity crystallized in her mind. One that would allow her to turn the tables.
Not stopping her own not taking even for a moment, she placed her left hand on Harry's thigh, leveraging her position on the right side of him. Her hand climbed upwards, caressing his leg throughly on the way. She set an errant glance to his face, hoping to catch an expression of surprise, but he didn't even bother to look at her, his full, undivided attention of Binn's lesson. A level of attention so exaggerated that it could be nothing else but a challenge. Her smile widened. He was going to get what he deserved.
Her hand stopped wasting time around his thighs, and dashed towards his zipper instead. A pull later, carefully in order not to catch others' attention, his cock hung outside, half erect, still barely fitting under the desk. Her fingers wrapped around his girth and started moving in a rhythmic beat, doing their best to arouse it to its full stature. He went full mast almost instantly, making Hermione realize that she had missed one important detail. In its full size, his shaft was too long to be hidden by the height of the desk, with a significant portion peeking out. Hermione acted quickly, and placed a book in front of him, then she looked around. She sighed, glad that no one was looking at them at that particular moment.
She turned her attention back to her target, wrapping her fingers around it once more, his pulse throbbing under her fingers. Then, her hand moved, slowly at first, held back by the fear of being caught. Every passing second without a flicker of realization in the rest of the class, she was emboldened even more, her pace matching the size of her courage. Even the occasional boom of noise born from her overenthusiastic caresses wasn't enough to dissuade her, her attention firmly on Harry's face, watching signs of arousal despite his best attempts at acting aloof.
The tone of his skin darkened with a reddish hue, reflecting the effort Hermione had put into her massage wasn't in vain. She let a smug smile to spread across her face, her right hand still busy with note taking, though as the lesson progressed, her note-taking became as automatic as Binn's teaching, her full attention focused on enjoying the throbbing under her fingers. Minutes passed, end of the lesson drawing close, but much to her annoyance, there was no sign of an impending release by Harry. She quickened her motions, her hand dancing up and down to the best of her abilities, alternating speed, pressure, and the length of her strokes, but it proved to be in vain. She was still caressing his shaft as Binns dismissed the class.
Hermione lowered herself in her desk in the back of the class, doing her best to avoid the attention of other students, aware of her own red face, shining with excitement. Thankfully, she was mostly successful in her aim, with Lavender and Parvati proving to be only exceptions, each sending a wink at her before leaving the class, leaving her alone with Harry.
"So, you failed the challenge," Harry said, his husky tone delicious in her ears. She knew they hadn't officially agreed for a bet, and she could easily slip away by that excuse, but the shine in his eyes promised the forfeit would be fun for her as well. She nodded, her left hand still around his cock. "Good," he said and grazed her cheek with his hand. She felt the chill on her skin, and she realized that her clothing, every single piece of it, had disappeared from her body, leaving her stark naked in the cold classroom. Her body heat rose instantly with excitement, compensating for the sudden chill. "Let's see whether we could complete your punishment before the next class."
Before Hermione could say anything, Harry pushed her over the desk, her naked ass pointing upwards. His fingers wandered over the sensitive skin of her ass even as the chilliness of the desk infused her breasts, making her nipples hard enough to hurt. Hermione knew Harry habits. Normally he would tease and play with her body until she was turned on enough to whimper, but they had less than ten minutes before the next students arrived, and that was before factoring any student that might arrive early for a longer nap, so she expected him to not to lose any time with teasing. Matching to her expectations, she felt something pressing against her entrance, and a second later, he pushed inside with a great momentum, invading her insides without mercy. "Oh, yes! Fuck me," Hermione moaned, caught in the moment.
"I like your enthusiasm," Harry said, punctuating his sentence with a spank to her ass, leaving a stinging sensation behind before grabbing her hair and pulling harshly. His other hand hooked around her chest and pulled her back, high enough that her bosom trembled freely with every beat of his cock. "Just imagine," he whispered into her ear. "It takes just one student deciding to come the class early, only to see the just how kinky Gryffindor's bookworm really is. One student with an incorrect clock, and you are the talk of the school."
"Harry!" she exclaimed, trying to sound angry, but it wasn't very successful against the sudden wave of pleasure spreading through her body on the idea of being caught. She didn't want to be seen by a random passerby, but the risk of it just made the moment more intense, injecting a healthy amount of adrenaline into the ongoing fire, making it roar even higher.
"Are you worried someone would see your beautiful tits," he said. She tried to answer, but the words had a lower priority than the moans of pleasure assaulting her lips. His hand moved until they were palming her tits. "How about now? No one can see them now." His fingers sank into the depths of her tits, deep enough to push her even closer to her climax, leaving no doubt about what the word 'them' was referring to.
"I'm cumming," she moaned, and his rhythm picked up, walls ringing with the slam of their skin, and soon, her tunnel tightened around his cock as it slammed into her again and again until that left her a trembling mess, collapsing on the desk. She heard the door click, but she felt the comfortable, familiar presence of Harry's invisibility cloak over her before she could panic. She let out a relaxed breath as Harry wrapped his arms around her body, and they started walking out of the class, hidden by the cloak, his cock scraping her walls with every step. For a moment, she considered staying behind for a second round while the class was full, but her courage faltered before she could vocalize her desire. Well, she thought as she shrugged. There was always the next time…
"So," Hermione said as they lay together in her bed, exhausted after several rounds. "Were you able to talk with Madam Bones?"
"I did, and it looks promising. Her anger and shock about Sirius' innocence came across sincere to me. I'm hopeful about it," Harry said, his hands lazily caressing Hermione's breasts, enjoying the way she shivered under his touch.
"Are you sure? What if she decides you're overreaching and supporting Fudge is a better bet for her?"
"I don't think so. Even if she hadn't cared about the injustice of the situation or supporting Malfoys, it's still a good opportunity for her to finally have a minister that would treat Law Enforcement as something more than a useless distraction, and that's only if she doesn't want the position herself. Not to mention pissing someone with two Lordships when her position was already flaky is a bad idea in the first place."
"I understand," Hermione said, then dipped her head to his neck for a kiss. Politics might be important, but clearly she had no intention of ignoring his body, conveniently present to her attention.
Harry had to admit, he was also enjoying it. With all the things that was going on, he had been a while since he was able to laze around with Hermione. It was nice, both relaxing and erotic at the same time. Harry smiled contently, enjoying her lips as they delivered a rain of gentle kisses on his sensitive skin. "Is there anything you want to do tonight?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Hermione murmured, but Harry knew her enough to catch the hidden excitement under her tone. He already had a guess where it was going, but instead of interjecting, he let Hermione complete her sentence. "Maybe we could visit mum? Our last visit was cut short."
Harry watched as her face blushed into a deep crimson, then smiled gently. He leaned and captured her lips for a brief kiss before starting to speak. "Of course we can, sweetheart," he said. "Let's have a quick shower then go."
Harry offered to take the shower together, claiming it would be more time efficient, a claim that had been falsified when they dallied under hot water for more than an hour, cleaning each other several times. It took two hours for them to arrive at the front gate of Granger residence. Harry rang the doorbell, and Emma Granger appeared in the doorway a minute later. "Surprise," Hermione cheered as she dashed to hug her mother.
"What brought you here, honey," Emma said, trying to keep herself calm, but her gaze stuck to his eyes. Harry could see the panic rising in her eyes, with a dash of arousal hidden beneath.
"We had some free time, and since we needed to cut our last visit short, we decided to drop by. We are hoping to leave you completely satisfied this time," Hermione said.
For Harry, it was a struggle to keep his laugh in considering the barely hidden innuendo of Hermione. Of course, Emma's shocked expression made it even funnier, unaware that the image her daughter's words had evoked was intentional. For a seemingly straight-laced girl, Hermione could be quite cruel when the occasion struck. Harry found this quality of hers quite attractive.
He waited until Hermione pulled back, then opened his arms in a welcoming way. Emma looked hesitant, but did nothing to protest when Harry took a step towards her and wrapped his arms around her. She hugged him back, then Harry's hands slipped quite a bit lower than it was appropriate. Emma stiffened, but otherwise gave no reaction, afraid of alerting her daughter. He slid his hand even lower, his palms comfortably resting on her plump ass cheeks. A few seconds later, he pulled back, leaving Emma's face painted vermillion.
"Let's go inside, it's cold," Hermione said, helping Emma to throw out her daze.
"Of course honey," Emma jumped. "Come on in." They took a few steps inside, Emma's confusion still clear on her face. "I was just cooking dinner, why don't you sit while I whip up something quick for you as well." From her enthusiasm, it was clear that she was intending to use that break to calm her mind as much as possible before things devolved.
It was a break Harry didn't intend to give to her. A smile was on his face as he watched her disappear into the kitchen corridor. He captured Hermione's lips in a short, heated kiss. "I'm going to 'assist' her in preparation, sit tight," he said with a teasing tone.
"Should I come or stay?" Hermione asked in an excited tone, her earlier fake reluctance crumbling completely.
"Your presence in the kitchen would be unproductive," Harry started, and Hermione's face fell instantly. "Let me finish," he said, caressing her chin with his finger. "I was about to explain how I wasn't intending to keep you away from what was going on." He cast a spell on the kitchen wall, making it disappear.
Hermione opened her mouth to protest, then noticed her mother gave no indication of noticing the sudden absence of the wall. "Is it one-way transparent," she asked.
"It's transparent both ways, but only for magical people. It's still an ordinary wall for your mother."
"So," Hermione said, her smile getting much wider. "You will also see me."
Harry smiled. "Very promising, right?"
"Oh, definitely," Hermione said, already fiddling with the buttons of her shirt. "Now, go, don't keep my mother waiting."
"Such a considerate daughter," Harry said, capturing her lips for a last kiss, his hands sliding under her skirt, then pulled back and walked to the kitchen, leaving a dazzled Hermione behind. "Hi, Emma," he said as he entered the kitchen. "I came to help you."
"Harry" she stammered, lowering the glass of wine she was sipping. "No need, I can handle the dinner myself."
"Oh, no," Harry said with a whispering tone as he walked towards her. He put his fingers on her knee, and slowly dragged upwards, pulling her skirt along until the edge of her panties were visible. "I insist." Her blush deepened, and she said nothing, just nodded helplessly. She shared a number of traits with her daughter, making it easy for him to detect her excitement. Still, he had no intention of diving directly for the tasty treat that was in front of him. It still needed some tempering before it was fit for consumption. So, Harry pulled his hand away from her leg and reached for a knife instead. He started doing prep work, making no move at her despite her repetitive furtive glances, her excitement rising with every passing minute. On the side, he started preparing whipped cream while the pasta and meat were being cooked. A few slices of fruit added to the whipped cream would make a good and simple dessert, but Harry had other ideas about it.
He didn't neglect to observe Hermione while he was busy with the food. He watched with great interest as Hermione unbuttoned her blouse one by one, revealing lacy white bra she was wearing under. She pulled a chair in front of the couch, then sat down. Harry didn't need to wonder about the function of the chair, as Hermione placed her leg on it, her skirt riding up in the process, revealing her matching panties, already damp with her excitement. She placed one finger over it, and started caressing slowly, the way she was biting her lips almost enough to tempt him to leave the kitchen and defile her instead.
After everything started cooking, Harry decided to move to the second stage of his plan. He dipped his finger in the whipped cream and took a generous amount, then brought it to Emma's lips. "Do you want to have a taste?" Harry said, and Emma's mouth opened. Harry slid his finger towards her lips but made sure a significant amount stayed on her lips. Then, while Emma was busy with licking her lips, he brought his finger down and flicked the remaining cream on her cleavage. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry," he drawled in an insincere tone, his gaze firmly fixed on her eyes. "Let me help you to clean."
Without waiting for a response, he placed his hands on her shoulder and pushed her back until she was sitting on the kitchen top. "First, we need to make sure the cream won't reach to your clothes." He grabbed the edge and pulled her top hard, its fabric tearing easily, leaving her bra as the only piece of clothing above waist level. Harry leaned, his tongue out, ready to lick the cream. Emma shivered, and a moan escaped her mouth, intensifying as Harry devoured more of the cream, caressing her skin thoroughly. "Oops, sorry, clumsy of me, but I managed to get cream on your bra as well. Let's get rid of it." Her bra joined the ruined mess of her blouse, and Harry continued his self-assigned mission and continued licking her breasts, getting closer and closer to her nipples with each circle. "Such a shameful display," he murmured jokingly. "We need to cover up your sinful nipples."
A glance was enough to show that Hermione was following her mother's state of dress closely, both her blouse and bra absent, leaving her tits bare. He winked at her, then pulled his gaze away with great reluctance and returned his mission to cover Emma's breasts. Two generous piles of whipped cream proved sufficient for the task, acting as deliciously edible underwear. Then, he hiked her skirt up while fumbling with his belt, freeing his erection. He pulled her panties down, leaving her pussy bare for his attention. This time, not even a token protest left her mouth. He could see her pussy glistening with arousal, so he didn't waste any time with more foreplay, just pushed his cock inside her, earning a deep moan. "Be silent, unless if you are trying to convince Hermione to join us. If that's the case, go ahead, shout to your heart's content."
Emma's voice was cut instantly after hearing the reminder of her daughter's presence. Harry smiled at her, then pushed hard inside her, deep enough to make her fail her mission to keep her voice low. A muffled cry left her mouth, clearly heard by Hermione if the sudden shine in her eyes was any indicator. But Emma didn't look like she noticed the possible implications of her cry, her attention busy with his cock pushing deeper inside her. Harry wrapped his lips around her cream covered tits, the taste of fresh cream complementing perfectly to her hardened nipples.
Harry was tempted to dally around, spend hours in the kitchen with Emma, testing various food items with her and on her, but he could see Hermione already nearing to a climax, and he had a feeling she wouldn't be happy sitting alone in the living room for hours, even with the perfect movie to watch. So, he quickened his pacing, and started plowing her mercilessly, his lips pressing on hers to assist her efforts to stay silent with a moderate success. He felt her tightening around his shaft, pulling him dangerously close to a release of his own. So, he pulled his cock out while wrapping one of his hands around her hair, and pulled her off the counter she was sitting.
She was on her knees, a slightly surprised expression her face. She opened her mouth to ask what was going on, and unwilling to miss such a good opportunity, Harry pushed his cock into her mouth, and started pumping. Already on the edge, it didn't take long for him to fill her mouth with his seed. He pulled back and collected her clothes. He could see that Hermione got a climax of her own and fixing her clothes. A repair charm later, Emma's blouse was in pristine condition. Harry passed it to her.
"Can I also have my underwear back," Emma murmured, clearly ashamed of asking.
"No," Harry said, picked a dish, and left the kitchen.
Chapter 28: Dinner TIme
Dinner Time
Emma watched as Harry's figure disappeared at the doorway, her mind busy trying to comprehend what had just happened. Once again, she had cheated her husband with her daughter's boyfriend. She didn't know which was worse, betraying to her wedding vows, however flayed they were, or violating her only daughter's trust in such a visceral way.
"Damn it, Emma," she murmured to herself. "You were supposed to be stronger than that." After the last visit, she had decided that there would be no repeat. She was supposed to reject his attention, no matter how flattering, how exciting it was. But, it took less than ten minutes of focused attention for her to surrender, only a wall separating them from her daughter as she squirmed under his naked attention. Only after the fact, the magnitude of the risk she undertook hit her. Had Hermione to decided to help them in the kitchen, or just to check them to see the reason for the delay, she would have caught her with her body covered in cream and kisses. Just one look, and the foundations of her family would have come tumbling down. Resolution rose inside Emma once more. She was going to communicate to Harry clearly, that their affair was morally wrong, that they needed to stop before Hermione was hurt.
She walked towards the table, distracted by a wave of the warm air caressing her nether regions thanks to a distinct absence of underwear, wetter than it ever had been in her whole life. The sensation brought a batch of fresh memories back to her mind, weakening her earlier resolution. Just a minute, and she was already reconsidering her stance, doubts being born about her power to power to reject his attention. Now against his presence, intoxicating, exciting. It was everything her marriage wasn't, alive, feeling, burning, not dusty, expired. Not like her marriage, stuck in a sand pit, the affection and passion dried under the patient flow of time, their discussions rarely about anything other than business. It was even worse when it came to sex, infrequent, limp, and boring. Her husband's grip was nothing like Harry's touch, awakening her passion, leaving burning tracks of fire in its wake…
"Fuck it," she murmured, deciding to stop fighting against her desires. Not like resistance worked, not when it took ten minutes for him to destroy her determination to stay away. it was unfair to her daughter, but even that was secondary when to the image of a messy-haired young man, sending her heart into overdrive with barely an effort. She took the tray of food and moved to the living room. She wanted the dinner to start before Harry paid another visit to the kitchen. After all, just because she decided not to stop the affair didn't mean she wanted to maximize the chances of being caught.
It proved prudent when she met Hermione in the corridor, her cheerful face bright. "Hi, mom," she said, a shiny smile adorning her face. Emma felt a stab of guilt. Her daughter was so carefree, blissfully unaware that her mother stabbed her in her back just minutes ago. "You look different, have you changed your clothes?" she continued, dragging Emma's attention back to more important issues.
She wanted to dismiss the question, saying she was dressed the same, but the distinct absence of some pieces made it hard, especially when it was about the chest region. She looked down, only to see her nipples were poking her blouse aggressively, shouting about her lack of bra. "No, I haven't," Emma said, somehow avoiding a stutter of shame. She was lucky that Hermione hadn't realized the difference when she referred was the lack of a bra, and even luckier since she hadn't remembered about her possession of one when she first went to the kitchen.
"Okay," Hermione said with a shrug and picked the tray, leaving Emma free to go back to the kitchen to pick the plates.
Several minutes later, the table was ready. There were three sets of plates on the table, two on the one side, one on the other. However, seating order was a bit different than Emma had expected, with Hermione already sitting on the side with just one plate. Emma felt conflicted about sitting next to Harry, no matter how enjoyable, his presence was sure to muddy her thinking. Still, it was better than making her daughter changing seats. Hermione almost noticed her lack of underwear before, and Emma didn't want to push her luck about it. "Where is Harry?" Emma asked as she sat on the seat diagonal to Hermione, reserving the chair directly across Hermione for Harry.
"He went for a change of clothes, mom," Hermione answered. "He said his pants were uncomfortable."
"I reckon it's rather tight down there," Emma nodded. Only after seeing Hermione's shocked expression, she realized what she had said. She could feel the heat invading her face while she tried to come up with something that wouldn't imply her intimate knowledge about the size of Harry's cock, but she came blank.
Hermione let out a shocked laugh. "Mom," she exclaimed. "Have you been checking my boyfriend's size? You are so bad!"
"What?" Emma said, trying to act shocked by her daughter's words, while in actuality she relaxed quite a bit with Hermione's humorous approach to it instead of finding it scandalous. "It's not like it's hard to notice. Even through that loose trousers he chooses to wear, it's very easy to see, honey."
"So?" Hermione asked, her smile crawling mischievously. "Should I be worried about you stealing my boyfriend?" Emma couldn't help, she froze. It might be a blind joke, but it managed to hit the bull's eye. Emma tried to school her face to show something other than abject panic, but failed. Neither her face, nor her lips listened to her. "Oh my god," Hermione said, her laugh ringing crystal. "Mom, you should have seen your face. Don't worry, it was a just joke." Emma nodded, the tension draining from her face. She reached for the glass for a sip of water, and Hermione chose that exact moment to continue. "We can always share."
Just like that, she ejected the water in shock, coughing to expel the water. To make things worse, she heard a familiar voice from behind. "What's that funny, girls."
Hermione giggled. "Harry, mommy is being a meanie. She decided she wouldn't share you. She wants to keep you all to herself." Emma tried her best to calm herself, with dubious success.
"I'm sure you misunderstood, Hermione," Harry answered as he took his seat. "Emma is a smart, gentle, and caring woman. I'm sure she knows sharing is caring." Then he leaned towards her face, their lips separated just by an inch. "Right, Emma?"
Emma knew she should have pulled back, laughed, got angry… Anything other than looking his forest green eyes, hypnotized, her lips parting automatically. Thankfully, she managed to gather herself before their lips connected. She nodded, and Harry smiled. A lopsided, crooked smile enough to send her heartbeat uncontrollably high. "Perfect," he said, and pulled back, leaving her chest heaving like she just ran a marathon. He sat next to her, and the dinner started.
She hoped that with the start of the dinner, things would calm down. Which was true at first, with the attention of every occupant more on the food than the discussion. Or so she thought. After a few minutes of relative silence, a soft gasp escaped Harry's mouth. A sound Emma normally would disregard, if very similar ones hadn't echoed in her ears just half an hour ago, allowing her to recognize it instantly. Her head snapped towards him in shock, and their eyes met, his green ones filled with pleasure.
He smiled at her, then dipped his head down just a moment. Emma followed the trail and her gaze ended up in his waist level. At first, she thought everything was normal, and Harry's motion was just a tick. Then, she noticed an important detail. The table linen covering his lap was moving suspiciously. Emma's gaze jumped up to meet his gaze once more, a knowing smile on his lips. With the corner of her eyes, Emma saw one of his hands sneaking under the table, followed by a movement of the table linen. Her eyes fell down once more, even though she had a pretty solid idea of what she would find there.
However expecting something and actually seeing it was very different, Emma realized when her gaze fell upon her daughter's feet, comfortably wrapped around her boyfriend's cock, caressing it with a consistent rhythm. She couldn't help it, a surprised gasp escaped her mouth. Thankfully, her daughter was too occupied to notice it, though Harry's widening smile showed that her daughter was the only one unaware of her reaction.
Emma shifted her gaze back to her plate like it was burnt, waiting for the dinner to end, trying to ignore her out of control heartbeat. But Harry had no intention of leaving her alone, Emma realized as she received his attention in the form of a familiar hand landing on her thigh. Not expecting something like that to happen, Emma wasn't able to react as Harry's hand slid under her skirt, coursing through a path to her nether lips, wet enough to soak the bottom of her skirt. She felt his fingers glancing her nether lips, sending a fresh set of shivers across her body. She should have pushed his hand away instantly, she realized, but as often in life, what should have happened and what had happened wasn't the same.
She bit her lips in an effort to prevent her voice from escaping, and Hermione chose exact moment to direct a question to her. "Mom, the stew tastes amazing, but it's a bit different than usual. Did you change something in the recipe?"
Emma felt a liberal dash of fear mixing with the pleasure that was continuously assaulting her senses. She tried to remember the answer, hoping that it would keep her questions limited, but she came up blank. She tried to remember what she put in the stew, but the flashes of Harry, covering her with whipped cream, then removing said cream with great fervor dominated her mind. "Secret," she murmured. She hoped that Hermione would cut her questioning short, but didn't really expect it. She knew how obsessive her daughter could be in face of an unanswered question, no matter how innocuous it was.
Much to Emma's disappointment, her daughter acted just like she expected. "Please, mom. I'm curious," she said. There was a saving grace in the whole twisted situation though. Hermione's gaze was constantly straying to Harry's face instead of hers, otherwise, she might have noticed Emma's abnormal expressions. Emma bit her lips in an attempt to imprison yet another moan, but only managing to convert it to a whimper instead, while she tried to remember what she put in the stew differently.
She was unable to remember the different ingredients she had used despite her best efforts, most of her neural activity slaved by Harry's fingers, ravaging her insides. "It's saffron," Emma murmured, saying the first spice that came to her mind.
"Huh, really?" Hermione answered, turning her attention to Emma's face for a moment. "I wouldn't have guessed it. It tastes really different." Emma let out a relaxed sigh when Hermione turned her attention back to her plate. Soon, Hermione's feet sped up. Harry let out a gasp, and he started spraying his seed, covering the bottom of Hermione's naked feet with his cum. Their daring was so shocking, and a bit of insulting. Emma wondered just how blind Hermione assumed her to be to not to notice what was going on next to her.
"Mom, I need to visit the restroom for a moment," Hermione said, putting her hands on the table, about to stand up. Emma felt fear grabbing her, but thankfully, Harry pulled his hand away at the last second, showing he was just as aware of the risk of being caught. Emma watched Hermione's walk as she disappeared at the stairs, her hips swaying excessively, her feet stained with the pearly liquid.
But Emma didn't have the time to pander about Hermione's carelessness when she felt a hand tugging her hair, pushing her mouth nearer to Harry's crotch. "How about you clean your daughter's mess, Emma?" he said. Emma tried to answer, only to found his cock in her mouth, stained with his most recent release due to her daughter's courtesy. Emma tried to pull away, but her attempts were easily aborted by the hand pressing tight on her back. She gave a resigned sigh, and started bobbing her head. Sooner she completed her task, sooner she could get away, she thought, trying to convince her that it was the only reason. But even if she didn't want to admit, even to herself, there was another reason for her action. The thought of getting one over her daughter, who somehow believed that she could give a footjob to her boyfriend while Emma was unawares, was strangely attractive, heightening the pleasure she struggled under.
Distracted by her self-introspection, Emma caught unawares when Harry suddenly pulled her up and pushed her on the table. Before she could understand the change of position, he already pushed her skirt up and slid his cock into her wet tunnel. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room once, destroying the haze Emma was in. "What are you doing!" she asked amongst her shock.
"I shouldn't need to explain to you what is it? Right, Emma?" Harry said, even as he picked up the pace, the repeating sound getting even louder.
"But Hermione could be back any moment," Emma said in a voice barely above a whisper in a vain attempt to stay unnoticed. A ridiculous attempt considering the noise filling the room, but she was hardly in a state to care, with the rising pleasure invading her mind once more.
"Think it as an incentive to be quick," he said, pushing his shaft even deeper inside her. Emma opened her mouth to protest, but Harry's next sentence cut her. "And more you speak, longer it would take for me to cum." That had managed to stop her, leaving her without a word of protest. With her objections stopped, there was nothing for her to focus on other than fear of being caught. Other than the glorious sense of pleasure spreading to her lower half with every beat, of course.
Emma felt utterly exposed in a way not limited to her half-naked state. It all depended on her daughter. All it took for her to complete her cleaning early to catch her boyfriend mounting her mother on the dinner table, with the awareness of the fact that they were comfortable doing it while she was away for a few short minutes. But even the realization of how much it would hurt her daughter didn't reduce her enjoyment a bit. Even worse, the risk of being caught enhanced every touch, every slam, in a way that left fiery tracts aftermath.
Lost in the haze of passion once more, Emma's world was reduced into flashes of pleasure once more, this time, tinted with a healthy amount of fear. Beset by it, she fell under the assault of the pleasure, trying to endure flashes of pleasure while trying to keep her voice low, the next wave assaulting her before the trembles of the previous one subsided. The climax she awaited came simultaneously with another surprise, his thick seed spurting inside her, aided by her tightening walls. Harry pulled back, and Emma did the only thing she could, she crumpled on her chair, fighting to keep her consciousness.
"I better go keep Hermione busy while you gather yourself," Harry whispered into her ear. Emma nodded, unable to remember why her daughter needed to be kept away, but not willing to spend the remainder of her energy to ask. She nodded, and returned her fight against the unconsciousness while Harry's steps echoed in her ears as he walked away.
Chapter 29: A Mother's Touch
A Mother's Touch
Hermione watched, dazed, as her boyfriend bent her mother over the table, ravaging her to his heart's content for the second time for the day. Her own reaction was still a surprise for her. Instead of the rage one supposed to feel upon seeing their boyfriend plowing their mother over the dinner table, or the jealousy that was supposed to invade her soul, she just felt arousal. A mind-numbingly thick arousal that stifled her mind for any thought other than trying to discover the quickest way to have his cock inside her once again, preferably still covered by her mother's juices. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to moisten her dried lips while she leaned further to get a better view of what was going on. She knew she was risking to be caught, but her arousal listened no argument.
Her fingers already going in and out in preparation when a familiar groan left Harry's mouth and he started filling her mother once more. She pushed her fingers in as he explained to her mother that he was going to walk upstairs to check her. Hermione decided a bit of preparation was in order. She stood up, and pulled off her shirt, and left it where she stood before taking a few steps towards her room, dropping her skirt there. She continued her trek to her room, and rest of clothes shared the same fate, creating a trail of breadcrumbs towards her bed. She lay on her bed, stark naked, her legs parted invitingly, waiting for him to appear.
He didn't disappoint. He appeared in the doorway a few seconds later. "Such a beautiful treasure," he said, barely slowing down his walk enough to whip out his cock, and pushed inside her in one smooth motion. He leaned towards her ear, and whispered. "Such a slutty daughter." He bit her earlobe, causing her fingers to curl in response. "Are you turned on that the cock inside you is still covered with your mom's juices, you slut?"
Hermione chose to answer in a way that didn't rely on words. After all, they were too flimsy to convey the depth of her pleasure. She pushed her fingers into his messy raven hair, and pulled him down to a kiss, trying to push her tongue into his mouth in an attempt to dominate. Her legs wrapped around the familiar circle of his waist to force his hard cock even deeper inside her, rewarding her pussy, overworked with self-care. As usual, his tongue met her tongue halfway instead of allowing her assault to succeed unobstructed before routing her back. His tongue invaded her mouth, every twirl, every attack causing the waves of pleasure to spread.
"Such an enthusiastic answer," Harry murmured during a moment of lull, even as his hands found her breasts, squeezing hard. She yelped. "I wonder where is all these repressed incest feelings are coming from." Somehow, Hermione felt herself blush despite the situation she was in. Being together with Harry with a unique experience, breaking down the taboo's that ruled her life previously. "So cute," Harry said, and pushed his lips to seal hers once more. "Do you want to experience your mother in a closer setting," he asked.
Even though the question caught her unawares, Hermione hadn't needed to spend any time to discover her answer. It just popped into her mind in its all clarity, despite the level of taboo of it would be enough to push her into an unbelievable outrage just a month ago. Now, the only thing she was able to do was to nod her head in enthusiasm.
"Good," Harry said. "Then relax, and follow my commands." He waved his hand, and two sets of handcuffs appeared around her hands. They moved on their own, dragging her hands towards the bedpost before locking in place with an ominous, yet exciting, click. She was imprisoned, immobile, she realized, getting even wetter after the realization. He waved his hand once more, and black, lack blindfold appeared in his hand. She said nothing as he wrapped it around her eyes, only to blink in confusion. "I can still see?" she said in bewilderment.
"Think of the kitchen wall," Harry said. Hermione gasped, her mind instantly grasping the implications of it. "Smart girl," Harry murmured. "Now, sit still, and try not to lose too much enthusiasm while waiting. It might take a few minutes."
With that, he left the room, leaving her alone, immobile, under the throes of her fantasies. An imaginary chill covered her skin, caressing her with the rhythmic beat of a clock as she waited, both curious and afraid of what was about to happen.
Thankfully, she hadn't had to wait for long. Harry walked inside, closely followed by her mother. Even her appearance was enough to spark her interest. Her mother was still wearing the same clothes she wore during the dinner, a blouse and a medium length skirt. Her underwear was distinctly absent after the adventure in the kitchen, her nipples straining the fabric. Then, there were the traces of Harry's latest attention. A deep tear run through the side of her blouse, displaying most of her breasts for Hermione's attention. Her skirt was bunched up, revealing her long legs, impressively smooth even for a woman half of her age, every step she took revealing her nether regions, bruised by Harry's continuous assault.
"I'm back honey," Harry said with exaggerated voice, while her mother said nothing, but Hermione was surprised to see naked interest in her eyes as she gazed her bound body. At least I'm not the only pervert in the family, Hermione thought. Somehow, it made things better. "Are you ready for some oral attention, honey," Harry said. Hermione nodded in enthusiasm, her mind finally clicking around Harry's plan. She watched breathlessly as Harry walked next to her mother, whispering into her ear some words Hermione was unable to hear, then he grabbed her blouse and pulled, destroying the last scraps that tried to hide her beautiful body from the view.
Her mother answered him. While her voice was too low for Hermione to hear, Hermione could discern a negative expression on her face. Still, Hermione wasn't worried, knowing her mother's resistance won't last for long under Harry's attention. As she expected, the sternness from her expression drained bit by bit with every sentence Harry whispered, a process that quickened with a significant margin when Harry's hand landed on her naked breasts, slowly twisting her nipples. "Are you ready for some oral attention, Hermione," Harry said, much louder than his earlier whispers, when her mother started moving.
"Definitely," Hermione answered, trying her best to act unawares despite burning with a desire to slip a veiled sentence about her mother's presence. The risk was not worth missing on the pleasure she was about to receive. Her mother walked closer, her tits shaking with her each step beautifully, her eyes firmly fixated between Hermione's legs. Hermione could see her apparent reluctance draining with her each step. Her mother lowered herself between Hermione's legs, arousal shining in her eyes. Hermione could feel her heart jumping up in anticipation as her mother's tongue get closer and closer to her gushing slit, creating the most erotic view Hermione had ever experienced, a veritable achievement considering the variety of sexual experiences she had been subject to during the passing month.
Then, her mother's tongue jumped out of her mouth, forcing Hermione to shed her other thoughts to focus fully on the moment. Just a touch of her mother's forbidden tongue was enough to push Hermione halfway through the orgasm when combined with her anticipation, and moans started escaping her lips as her mother's tongue traveled between her wet folds. A pleasure she never tested before filled her, a pleasure that was generously seasoned with the sheer enjoyment of breaking one of the biggest rules the society had ever created. Every brush of her soft flesh added another dimension to her pleasure. "Oh, Harry. This feels amazing."
"Oh, really?" Harry answered as he stood just a foot away from them, slowly rubbing his cock as he watched them. "Then you will really enjoy the next part." Hermione turned her head towards him and looked at his eyes despite knowing he won't be able to see the question hidden behind her eyes. She wanted to ask, but the pleasure she was feeling went a long way to temper her impatience. Harry just smiled, and positioned behind her mother, who was unaware of Harry's cock, dangerously close to her opening.
The shocked expression on her mother's face was a masterpiece as Harry pushed his cock into her pussy in one smooth move. Her head jerked up in shock, her mouth opening to release a shocked cry that would destroy their ruse, but apparently, Harry was quick with a silencing charm, suppressing the sound. Realizing that, the panic on her mother's face slowly faded, replaced by the pleasure as Harry repeatedly slammed into her. While watching was quite fun, Hermione wanted the attention of her mother's surprisingly talented tongue back. "Harry, why did you stop?" she murmured, trying to disguise the humor in her voice.
Harry looked into her eyes, smiling mischievously. "Sorry, honey," he said, and pushed Emma's head down, her soft tongue meeting with Hermione's nether lips once more. Her mother struggled to pull back for a moment, but Harry's hand kept her head in place, his cock sliding in and out with a stable rhythm. Hermione opened her mouth to say something, only to fail. The sheer passion of the scene had robbed her of her words, leaving her nothing but enjoyment. Not a bad deal, she surmised as she focused focused on the pleasure she was feeling.
Minutes later, her mother suddenly pulled away, her face contorted with an expression of overwhelming pleasure, her mouth open with a silent cry, Harry still ramming her from behind. The picture was enough to finally push Hermione over the peak, leaving her body limp, trembling. Spent, she was barely able to murmur a wordless approval, as Harry waved his hand and a reasonably sized dildo, bright green, appeared in his hands. "I'll be right back, honey," he said as he plugged the newly conjured toy inside her. She was unable to say anything, with her mouth occupied with her moans. Harry lifted her mother and walked out of the room, her mother limp in his strong arms.
A minute had passed, and the vigor started to return Hermione's body. She wondered where Harry had been. He was supposed to be back already.
A sudden cry of pleasure from the direction of her mother's bedroom had been enough to answer to that minor mystery. Harry was busy fucking her mother, probably in her own bed. Hermione bit her lips, trying to suppress a sliver anger that found a place in her heart. The image of Harry mounting the tired body of her mother from behind was an arousing thought, but Hermione was unable to go there, restrained by the handcuffs. Even worse was the presence of the toy currently inside her. It just stayed there motionless, like an itch Hermione couldn't scratch. It was quite thoughtless of Harry to leave her like this. The whole situation was made considerably worse by the repeated cries of her mother. Hermione guessed either Harry convinced her that he silenced the room, and she could cry to her heart's content, or in the throes of the pleasure, she had forgotten about Hermione's presence. It could be either, Hermione thought. After all, Hermione also forgot about the rest of the world for more than once under Harry's committed attention.
All of her thoughts flew away from her mind when the toy inside her suddenly sprung into life. She yelped, caught flatfooted by the surge of pleasure. For a moment, Hermione considered whether her frustration laden arousal caused a burst of accidental magic. It soon became apparent that Harry had left a complex animation charm on it. After all, Hermione couldn't imagine her accidental surge of magic enchanting the item to move in the current pattern, working on her arousal insistently until she got nearer to the arousal, only to stop just before her climax. The first time it happened, Hermione was afraid the magic had failed midway, but it only waited until Hermione's sensitivity had been lowered by the passing of the time, then it started again. Hermione bit her lips in frustration of a climax that eluded her again and again. Harry was going to pay.
When an earth-shattering cry left her mother's mouth, one that Hermione came to recognize as the last cry before falling unconscious with a monumental orgasm, Hermione felt enthused, assuming that Harry was about to appear in her room. But her expectations proved to be inaccurate, as the minutes passed in a torturous crawl, until she started considering to yell at Harry to leave her mother and come back to her, screw the consequences. Then Harry entered the room, carrying a bowl in his hand. "Where were you!" Hermione asked him, her voice colored with an urgency to finally attain her coveted orgasm.
"Such impatience," Harry said as he walked closer to her immobilized body, carefully keeping the bowl high.
"What's in the bowl, Harry?" Hermione asked, curiosity and apprehension coloring her voice in equal amounts.
"You'll see," Harry said, immediately following with a chuckle. He waved his hand, and Hermione suddenly found herself robbed out of her sight as the enchantment on her blindfold was canceled.
"Harry, what are-" she started to say, only to get silenced by a finger pressing to her lips.
"You are getting a little heated, so I have come up with a way to cool you down," Harry said. Hermione would like to believe that he was referring to his cock, pushing inside her to quench her thirst for the climax that had been avoiding her for a long while. However, Hermione was very familiar with Harry's voice, so it wasn't hard for her to discover a mischievous undertone. Hermione tried to guess Harry's next action while trying to suppress the wave of anticipation that rose in response to the situation.
A surprised gasp escaped her mouth as something chilly pressed on her stomach, contrasting deeply with her heated state. An ice cube, Hermione reasoned, the following tremble only partially about the sudden touch of the cold. She opened her mouth to say something, but they disappeared into the fray as Harry pushed the ice cube up with a sharp, unexpected motion, forcing a gasp out of her mouth. One quickly followed by another as his lips touched the cold trail, the contrast of his burning lips almost enough to force a climax, until the cursed toy detected her impending orgasm and stopped once more.
The cube moved upwards, idly tracing the edge of her breasts as his tongue busied itself with the trail of snow over her belly, warming it back up with great fervor. Moans left her mouth as an unbroken string. At first, she tried to keep her voice low, a challenge that got significantly harder as the ice cube climbed her breasts, their old trail taken over by his lips. Then it clicked to her, there was no reason for her to try to limit her volume. It wasn't like her mother afforded that courtesy to her while she waited there, bound. She let out a loud moan, followed by several others as they closed on her nipples, the spellwork of the toy inside her was the only thing that stood between her and the orgasm she coveted.
For a few minutes, nothing but moans left her lips as she enjoyed the moments she spent on the edge, but after a while, the need was sharp enough to break her conviction. "Harry, please," she moaned. "Please stop playing and fuck me until I faint."
"Your wishes, my command," he said, and pulled his hand away from the ice cube, which continued to draw a collapsing spiral over her breast instead of sliding off, owing to another spell of Harry.
Harry pulled back and walked towards the space that was between her legs in an excruciating slowness. Hermione wanted to shout him to go faster, but held herself back. She knew any words in that direction would only slow him down, obvious from his mischievous glare. He finally took his position, and her waist lifted slightly in anticipation, trembling as his fingers landed on her stomach, dragging down slowly. But contrary to her expectations, instead of pulling out the toy, his fingers skipped her lower lips and reached for her puckered hole. A second later, the familiar feeling of the lubrication spell spread to her body. A tremble passed through her body as he aligned his shaft, trying to ready herself for the next phase.
He pressed his crown at her entrance, and Hermione took a deep breath, thinking she was ready for the intrusion. She saw the mischievous flare on his face too late. He waved his hand in an exaggerated manner, and the toy inside her, which was laying inside her almost motionless, suddenly flared into the life, sending a surprise wave of pleasure through his body. He pushed himself inside her simultaneously, destroying the defense Hermione tried to build in one second. Hermione found herself trembling, overwhelmed by the aftershock of her climax, the actual orgasm hard enough to make her consciousness fade for a moment, only the sharp pain at her bottom pushing her awake. Harry continued to fuck her relentlessly, not bothering to stop even for a moment. "Harry, allow me to gather myself," she said, or more accurately, managed to spit out in the spaces between the chain of cries.
"No," Harry simply answered, picking up the pace even further.
"What do you mean, no?" Hermione asked in shock.
"You asked me to fuck you until you faint," he said. "I intend to exactly that."
Hermione opened her mouth to argue, about to say it was just a figure of saying and she didn't mean it literally, but stopped herself at the last second. She knew just whispering the safe word would be enough to stop him, but a sudden realization stopped her. Trembling under his assault two-pronged assault without a way to retaliate, bound by the handcuffs, until the pleasure overwhelmed her completely actually sounded deliciously nice. "So be it,"Hermione moaned in response, and wrapped her legs around him. Her body already overcharged by the previous events, it didn't take long for her body to rock under a second orgasm, the third one not too far behind. Bit by bit, her consciousness slipped away, leaving a blackness filled with satisfaction and pleasure