"Tighter, dear," Mrs. Granger said. "You have to make sure that he can feel it properly."
"Like this?" Hermione asked.
She shoved her hands together to squeeze Harry with her breasts. Harry was sitting up in bed, Hermione kneeling between his legs. Eliza Granger was bent over directly behind her daughter, coaching Hermione intensively.
"Push harder with your hands," Mrs. Granger said. "You want to go slow to begin with, but speed up as soon as you have the rhythm. Just like that!"
Hermione was using her big breasts to try and milk Harry of his manly seed. She had engaged in similar kinds of play with him before, but Eliza was still able to coach her how to do it much better. Where Hermione had grown into her chest mountains only at the start of the year, Eliza had been walking around with breasts just as big for decades, and it was becoming clear that she was quite the expert when it came to how to use them.
"You need more lubricant to keep going like this," Mrs. Granger said. "No, don't stop, Hermione. I'll handle this for you."
She leaned over the top of her daughter and kissed Harry. It reminded him of kissing Rosmerta, the experience that you could only find with a beautiful older milf.
When Mrs. Granger had kissed him properly and scraped some extra spit out of his mouth, she pulled her head back and dripped all the spit in her mouth onto Harry's dick, where it slipped down between her daughter's cleavage.
"Don't worry about any distractions and just make sure Harry feels good," Mrs. Granger said. "I'll make sure that by the time we're finished here, you'll have the skills to pleasure him properly for the rest of his life."
"Mom!" Hermione said. "We're not even dating!"
"Then are you saying you believe Harry would abandon you?" Mrs. Granger said.
"Never!" Harry said.
Hermione blushed.
"I know that's true, Harry," Mrs. Granger said. "You even refused to abandon us, risking your own life, despite only having known us for about a day. Besides… I know just how attracted you are to my daughter. All the people I've met today, including that Fleur girl, yet Tonks picked my daughter's form to get you excited last night."
"What?" Hermione yelped.
"So you did hear that," Harry said, embarrassed.
Mrs. Granger grabbed his chin and moved it up, kissing him again. She slipped even more tongue this time, fondling the interior of Harry's mouth.
"Don't be embarrassed about it," she said. "You're a growing boy, and it makes me so proud to know a man like you can't get enough of my little Hermione."
"Mom! Stop already!" Hermione said. "Harry, did Tonks really turn into me?"
"I didn't tell her to," Harry said. "I didn't tell her to change back, either, though…"
Still blushing, Hermione began moving her tits faster to pleasure Harry. As soon as she put the tit job into second gear, Harry's head started to spin.
"Like this, right Mom?" Hermione asked.
"Exactly like that!" Mrs. Granger said. "Oh… Oh my. Look at you go. You know, this is starting to take me back to my glory days."
If you asked Harry, her glory days were still going on if she looked like THAT. The slight sag of her mammoth mammaries was hardly enough to stop him from wanting to fuck the shit out of her. He'd been developing a taste for mature women recently and was eager to see what her flavor was like.
Hermione jerked her breasts against Harry so fast that she tired herself out before she got him to cum. Physical fitness was not her strong suit. As soon as Hermione ran out of steam and her breasts started slowing down, it became more and more clear that she wasn't going to have what it took to make Harry cum.
In desperation to finish the job that she had started, Hermione opened her mouth and prepared to suck Harry off.
Mrs. Granger stopped her by grabbing her hair.
"I know it's frustrating, Hermione, but let me finish him off instead," Mrs. Granger said.
Hermione grudgingly agreed and started to move away. Mrs. Granger took her spot, but didn't let Hermione run off. She made sure that Hermione stayed close by, just to the side of her.
"Alright, Harry," Mrs. Granger said. "Let's see how THIS feels for you!"
She basically did the same thing that her daughter had been doing, she was just better at it. By a lot. Every little move that she made came from long hours of practice. Her brown hair that looked a lot like Hermione's hung fanned out around her face while she passionately looked Harry in the eyes. Her big old breasts slapped against his thighs. Her hands even occasionally left her breasts and went down to stroke his balls. Harry had never been taken care of so well. Plus, Mrs. Granger TALKED.
"Let it out sweetie," she said. "Cover me in your thick young man cum. Show me what my daughter will be drinking until she's older than I am. Feed me everything in your balls, I promise I'll swallow every last drop. I want my whole face to be dripping."
"Fuck," Harry hissed. "I'm cumming!"
He wasn't sure what got to him, whether it was the dirty talk from the older woman who had been so well behaved before, or just the inherent erotic nature of having a mother and daughter kneeling in front of you, or if it was even just her talking about how Hermione would be HIS for decades. Anyway, suffice to say, Harry gave her just what she'd been begging for.
Mrs. Granger knew immediately what time it was. She hooked her arm over Hermione's shoulder and pulled her daughter so close that their cheeks fused together, taking the facial as a pair. Harry was so turned on that his manhood spat out enough to coat their faces. When a nice thick coating had settled over them, Mrs. Granger licked as much as she could get her tongue to.
"My my my, I'd forgotten how good the taste of young men was," she said, giggling. "Hermione, why don't you go ahead and keep Harry occupied? Mommy is going to take a moment to herself…"
She sat back and popped open her jeans. There was a big ball of brown muff exploding out the top part of her panties, and Mrs. Granger jammed her fingers underneath her underpants to touch herself, while also wiping her face with her other hand. She rubbed Harry's cum onto her palm and started licking the palm, savoring every drop. Each time she got a taste of him, her body shook and she added another finger between her legs.
Hermione had taken her facial with less relish. She was more used to Harry's taste, for one thing, and wasn't too fond of the sticky feeling. Still, because it was HARRY'S seed she put up with the feeling. Harry delicately wiped her face clean, then lifted her onto the bed to join him. As he pulled her pants down, Hermione shifted her hips to make it easy for him.
"Ready?" he asked.
Hermione nodded.
Harry started thrusting into her from above in a very vanilla, intimate position. Her legs and body rocked beneath him. Harry squeezed her boobs and played with them. Each time his fingers closed around her nipple, Hermione would moan.
"Are you going to fuck my mom like this?" Hermione asked.
She sounded perversely curious about the image. The idea of the man she loved laying claim to her bloodline was a wilder kink than Harry expected out of the bookworm… but he'd learned a long time ago that her innocent personality could be a bit of a cover. She was as brave as anyone despite tending to follow the rules… and as dirty as any girl he'd met, even though she tried to act calm most of the time.
"I don't know yet," Harry said. "Luckily for you, you're going to get to watch, so the mystery won't last long."
Hermione shook with pleasure. Harry put his bigger body against hers from above, leaning his head down and biting her neck. Her nails moved across his back. The two of them fell into the pattern of what they were used to, making up for lost time while Dumbledore kept them separated.
"Shit. Fuck." Hermione whispered.
The foul words were unnatural coming from her. The only time she cussed like this was when eleven inches of enormous girthy cock were tearing her cunt up.
Harry left big old hickeys on her neck that anyone could see. That was the point. He was marking her as his. When her neck had gotten plenty of attention, he did the same thing to her boobs. These marks would stay private between him and Hermione (unless anyone else was looking at her bare breasts) but every time she stepped out of the shower, she'd see them and be reminded of him.
Hermione's cunt erupted with juices. Harry fucked her straight through her harsh climax. Her spine twisted as she thrashed underneath him.
"Did you get the potion?" he grunted.
"Tonks gave it to me!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Perfect!" Harry said.
He locked Hermione's arms above her head and pumped his cum into her after a last good thrust. Hermione shut her eyes from the pleasure, but forced herself to open them to stare up into Harry's eyes. She smiled with nothing but love while his seed ran rampant in her womb and dripped out of her snatch.
"Mmmmhhhh!" moaned Mrs. Granger.
She had finished licking up the cum Harry had given her. While she watched Harry ravish her daughter, she had kicked her pants off and pushed her panties down to her knees. Harry could see the skin flaps of her vag, her fingers just recently having been pumping into it. Mrs. Granger's fingers were wet, meaning she got off on watching him claim her daughter.
"Hermione you lucky girl…" Mrs. Granger moaned.
Hermione giggled, patting her flat stomach. "I know I am."
Harry stood up off of Hermione, his dick sliding out in all its lengthy glory. Mrs. Granger stared at it as he left the bed and approached her. She was hyperventilating from excitement.
"Do you want it like that on your back?" Harry asked.
With plenty of willpower, Mrs. Granger forced herself to say: "The pussy is off limits unfortunately. Some things are best kept private. I'm way too old to have another child, and I won't have you wasting some expensive potion on me. But what a conundrum! I have to thank my savior somehow. If only I had something to offer…"
She rolled over onto her knees and lifted her buttocks. Mrs. Granger grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, stretching the hole directly between them.
"It's such a shame there's nowhere for that dick to go," she said. "Unless…"
Harry squatted behind her and shoved his dick into her. Her skin stretched and tore slightly as his titanic cock tore up her tiny little hole
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Go, Mom!" Hermione cheered. "You're doing great!"
"Th-Th-Thanks S-Sweetie!" Mrs. Granger stammered.
Harry was getting excited because of the tightness. With her earlier comments and the enjoyment she showed when she got his cum, what Hermione's mom really wanted was a nice pounding from a handsome, athletic younger man. She wanted to be fucked rough in a way she hadn't felt for ages, or possibly ever. That in mind, Harry grabbed her hair.
He pulled her head up and held it back with two hands on her bushy brown hair. His thrusts were reshaping her tight hole, and because Harry was crouching he could muster plenty of speed to do it with. He had cast a lubrication charm before he started, which was an insightful move. If he hadn't he wouldn't have even got this far.
"Take it, Mrs. Granger!" Harry shouted. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You talked about thanking me, but you just wanted a young man to fuck you like this!"
"It feels s-so g-good!" Mrs. Granger said. "I feel… I feel YOUNG!"
Harry gave her hair a tighter yank, pulling her back and lifting her hands off the ground. Mrs. Granger's pussy started to squirt, cumming from having her asshole violated. Harry yelled aloud and released a torrent of cum into her asshole.
Lots leaked since the hole was so tight. Hermione started clapping when he finished, leaving her mother to slump down. Even after his dick was out of it, her asshole remained stretched open like a wide open mouth because of how much he had put it through. Mrs. Granger had cum at least twice, possibly as many as five times, while Harry plowed her ass.
As he was catching his breath, she crawled around in a circle.
Pulling herself up with her hands on his knees, she put her mouth on his dick and started cleaning him with her mouth. Her eyes looked up with reverent eroticism at the handsome man who'd made her feel young again for a night.
When she completely cleaned his dick after where it had been, Harry's most extreme suspicions were confirmed. Hermione's mother was a certifiable horny slut.
He had A LOT to look forward to in the future from his bookish best friend.
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