When the bell that signaled the end of Harry's last class on the day of Halloween sounded, Harry quickly grabbed his bag and headed as quickly as his feet could carry him to the entrance of the Room of Requirement, wondering if Molly… his mommy was already there… naked and waiting on him.
By the time Harry had made it to the seventh floor Harry was panting and out of breath. He had barely had time to yell to Ron that he had something to do. Catching his breath he made the necessary walk in front of the entrance three times and was shocked when the door did not appear!
"No! No no no no no!" Harry screamed, panicked that he wouldn't get to bury his cock in his mommy's sweet sweet womb again he beat at the entrance for a good five minutes, hysterical tears forming in his eyes.
Turning away from the hidden door and fixing to head to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast, Harry was shocked when he felt a warm pair of hands wrap around his eyes.
"Surprise my sweet boy." Molly whispered into his ear, her tongue going into his ear before her teeth roughly bite at his earlobe. "You didn't think mommy was going to go back on her word did you sweetheart?"
"N-nooo mommy…I- I would never think that!" Harry moaned, the badass hedonistic Dom of Hogwarts had been reduced to a whimpering puddle of goo by his mommy Molly.
"Good boy. Never EVER doubt your mommy. Now I'm going to remove my hands sweetheart but I want you to close your eyes…and no peeking! Understand?" Molly ordered.
"Yes mommy! I understand!" Harry replied, his cock hardening hearing his mommy's voice ordering him around.
Molly then removed her hands and was pleased when she saw that Harry's eyes were shut tight. Unable to help herself she pushes Harry up against the door of the Room of Requirement.
"So tell mommy Harry," Molly asked as her hand reached into Harry's pants, going in between his ass cheeks towards his sweet little rose bud. "How many sluts have you slayed with this perfect bitch breaker?" And as she asked her fingers went into his tight ass.
"F-four mommy!" Harry quickly replied, loving the feeling of mommy's fingers hitting his g-spot.
"Four already?! You really are a perfect stud!" Molly moaned, her pussy gushing as she continued to play with Harry's ass. "Tell me my sweet son…who are they?"
"Angelina Johnson!" Harry yelled as Mollys middle finger continued to hit his prostate.
"Ohhhhh a sexy little nigger! A fine conquest my son! You'll make a better baby daddy then my pathetic son Fred who actually stole a pair of her panties and used them as a cum rag!" Molly exclaimed, as she did remember how she found Fred moaning into the panties. She threw them away as he looked away in shame. But she was loving the idea of her true son giving her bunches of sweet sexy black granddaughters to help mold into incestuous sex pets. "Who else baby?"
"Padma and Parvati Patil!" Harry moaned, his crotch starting to hump the wall making Molly's fingers go in and out of his ass and bringing him closer to the edge.
"Hmmmmm some sexy twin curry niggers! They'll be fun to use!" Molly thought out loud, her fingering of Harry's asshole increasing in speed and ferocity loving the look of insanity on Harry's face.
"Don't you dare cum! Don't…you…dare!" Molly ordered, pushing her fingers feather then previously and to the point it was no longer pleasurable…it hurt! "All your cum is going into mommy's cunt tonight! I've taken many potions to make sure you get me good and pregnant tonight!" Molly exclaimed, her cunt absolutely gushing at the thought of getting pregnant with her own granddaughter!
"So sweetie…were there any other sluts you've turned into your loyal bitch?"
"Professor…Professor McGonagll." Harry almost screamed, feeling like his mind was being ripped apart from trying not to cum.
"McGonagall?!" Molly asked in shock…so much shock that she stopped fingering Harry's ass and just stood there with her fingers up his bum. "Hmmmm so the old pedo is still prowling around."
"M-mommy! Please don't stop!" Harry begged as her fingers stopped moving.
"Hmmm? Oh I'm sorry my sweet boy. Do you like mommy playing with your asspussy, my sexy stud?"
"Ohhhhhh yes mommy! It feels sooooo good!" Harry practically screams trying to force Mollys fingers further up his ass.
"Well I'm glad you love it sweetheart, but I've got a whole evening of nothing but debaucherous fun for us!" Molly moaned, taking her fingers out of Harry's ass before sucking the taste off her fingers. "Now, keep those eyes closed and let's enjoy our night of sin my darling boy." And with this Molly pushed the door open and quickly pulled Harry along with her before the door disappeared.
In the shadows of the seventh floor a lone female figure stood rooted in place shocked at what had just happened. "What in Merlin's frilly underwear was that?!?!?"
Break
The first thing that hit Harry was the smell, a nearly overwhelming and pungent mix of smell and the kind of cheap booze Uncle Vernon forced him to hide in his room under the stairs on Privet drive.
He nearly tripped over himself a couple times as Molly dragged him to a chair and sat him down in front of what he thinks is a table. "Now stay here and keep those eyes closed, Mommy needs to get fully ready for the surprise." Molly purred, before the sound of her footsteps faded away.
Every second that Harry had to sit there was agony for him. The smells he knew by heart because he had been around the smells almost every day since he came to Hogwarts…sweat and cum.
The sounds he heard were both familiar and unknown to him at the same time. He instantly recognized the sounds of sex…but who were the women? He could hear unfamiliar men calling her things like "The biggest size queen nigger fucking slut in the world." Or "Woman that could suck a dozen donkey dicks at once." Harry wondered who these wonder sluts were? Did mommy bring him whores to fuck?
Finally after an unknown amount of time Harry finally heard her…
"You can open your eyes Harry, Mommy is ready for her show." He heard Molly's voice from farther away and slowly opened his eyes.
It took a moment for Harry's eyes to adjust. The room was dark, the only light coming from purple neon lights that ran along the walls and along the edge of a stage that thrusted forward and ended right in front of Harry. It wasn't a table he sat in front of, but a runway thrust right towards him.
All around the room there were tv screens that were the origins of the sex sounds, and on each one he saw Molly being fucked by nigger dicks. Harry felt disgusted as he watched Molly take big black cock down her throat, up her ass, in her cunt, or just snorting some white powder off him. He wasn't disgusted by the acts, but that anyone else was fucking what he saw as rightfully his.
Just then spot lights hit the runway and Harry took note of a large pile of white powder at the end of the stage. But what really had Harry's attention was at the far end of the runway. His mommy…dressed as a slutty muggle nun complete with a habit!
Before Harry could move or even tell her how sexy she looked a seductive beat sounded from some unseen speaker and mommy started to move and dance to the beat, making Harry's cock throb even harder.
Every sway of her hips, every jiggle of her massive tits made Harry want to rip off his clothes, rush the stage, and fuck his sexy mommy til she gave birth to his cum baby!
The words of the song seem to justify exactly what he wanted to do to his mommy! Talking about multiplying…hearing even a stupid term for breeding made him want to knock her up even more!
As the song continued, Molly quickly danced her way towards him at the front of the stage while shedding her outer robes but making sure to leave her habit on (Harry thought it made her look sexier…Harry didn't know why.) and showcasing a sexy purple leopard print bra and g-string combo that did very little to hide her nipples, pussy, or asshole!
"Mmmmmm Harry baby…" Molly seductively moaned from the stage as she played with her nipples, "Why don't you get rid of all those nasty clothes and come join mommy up here where all the fun is!"
Harry was naked in record time and as he climbed onto the stage he noticed that the temperature was much warmer then where he was sitting. Molly seemed to have read his thoughts because her next words answered his question.
"I made sure it was nice and hot up here Harry. I like it hot when I fuck…do you know why?" She asked as she started to rub her already sweaty body all over his chest.
"Eehhhhhh….no…why mommy?" Harry moaned, loving the feeling of his mommy all over him.
"Because I love being filthy Harry! And when I fuck I wanna be the nastiest dirtiest whore I can be!" Molly yelled before licking Harry's face from jaw to forehead. "Now give mama that sexy tongue baby boy!"
Before Harry had time to process what she had said Molly had her mouth attached to his, her more experienced tongue dominating his before sucking it like a cock.
"Mmmm-mmmma-more mommy!" Harry begged as Molly detached herself from his mouth to take in necessary air, leaving a trail of spit connecting their mouths.
"Don't worry sweet boy. We have all night long to break every single stupid commandment the so called muggle "God" wrote to kill fun. Don't be in such a hurry sweetheart…mommy plans to fuck, suck, and be the nastiest whore I can be! And it starts with this!" And here Molly directed Harry to the large pile of white powder.
"What is that mommy?" Harry asked, giving Molly such a cute look of curiosity that she immediately attacked his cute little nipples with her mouth. Finally after five minutes of driving Harry almost insane she broke off to answer his question.
"This, my sweet boy, has many names! Ya-yo, Colombian Bam Bam, Snow, the Devil's Dandruff, or simply Coke aka cocaine!"
"Oh! I heard Uncle Vernon talk about it, as I was in my cupboard."
"Muggle trash. This isn't just coke, Harry. This is Dragon's Breath, a magical variant of it. It's gonna make our night even hotter and nastier!" Molly grinned," ...and what do you mean with Cupboard."
"It's what Uncle Vernon made me live in at his house. It was tiny, and I had to stay there all the time, till the Letter came."
Molly hasn't said anything, but Harry saw anger in mommy's eyes.
The anger Vernon or Petunia had before they beat him up.
What Harry didn't know was that Molly used Legilimency on him. So she saw what he had in his mind.
True she beat up her useless sons and husband and then used a Memory Charm on them to forget the beatings. But this was HARRY POTTER not one of her WORTHLESS WEASLEY MALES.
Her anger grew but she knew Harry had suffered enough. She didn't want to scare him off.
She knew she had to be gentle with him, but the thought of those muggles touching him in such a way made her want to rip them apart limb by limb. Turns out she needs to talk to Minerva after this, that cruel bitch knows how to be a true sadist, maybe ask Pomona to help and Amelia to cover it up.
She took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.
"Suck Mommy's boobies, while I get the Coke ready for us."
Molly ordered, pushing Harry down so his face was right in front of her massive breasts.
Harry didn't need to be told twice, eagerly latching onto her right nipple, feeling it harden in his mouth as he began to suck.
Molly's breath hitched as she felt the pleasure shooting through her body, making her wetter than ever. She should teach him how to abuse her breasts properly later. This soft way is cute but a husband-alpha should be more controlling.
She could feel the anticipation building as she pulled out a wand and whispered an incantation, causing the pile of Dragon's Breath to levitate and form into perfectly symmetrical lines on the floor of the stage.
Moving behind Harry, Molly bent down and whispered into his ear, "Mommy wants to watch you snort these lines like a good hung son."
Her words sent shivers down Harry's spine as he took in the sight of the glittering white lines in front of him.
He had never done drugs before, only saw Vernon and Petunia do it. Once even with Dudley.
The allure of experiencing something new with his mommy was too much to resist. He leaned over and took a tentative sniff, the potent aroma filling his nostrils.
Molly placed her hand on the back of Harry's head, gently guiding him down to the first line. "Just like that, baby," she cooed, watching as his nose made contact with the powder.
Harry inhaled sharply, feeling the rush immediately. His eyes watered and his heart raced as the room around them grew brighter and the sounds grew louder.
Molly watched him with a hungry expression, licking her lips as she took in the sight of Harry's inexperience with the magical substance.
She led Harry's face back to her boobs as she looked at the rest of the coke.
"Open wide, baby," she instructed, and Harry did, "here's your Snack."
She put her nipple back in this mouth.
Molly took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the pressure of Harry's teeth on her nipple, the pleasure shooting straight to her core.
"Ahh, Harry...yes," she moaned, her hand moving to the back of his head to encourage him.
Without warning, Molly buried her face in the pile of Dragon's Breath, her nose working on snorting in large quantities like a wild beast in a frenzy. She looked more like a pig searching for truffles than a human.
Molly's body began to convulse as the powerful drug hit her system, her skin grew hot to the touch and her eyes dilated.
As Molly's body tried to move away but Harry bit down on her nipples strong and Hard to not lose her nipples.
Molly's body is not her own!
SHE SAID SO.
So he didn't want to stop sucking her nipples, as long as he wanted.
If she wants something, okay let her have it.
But Her body is His.
Molly's body shuddered with pleasure as Harry's teeth clamped down on her sensitive flesh, the sensation magnified by the Dragon's Breath coursing through her veins.
She couldn't help but let out a low, animalistic growl as she pushed her face back into the pile, letting the coke fill her nose and throat.
The room grew hazier as the magical drug took hold and was playing tricks on Harry's vision. His cock was harder than it had ever been, begging for attention, and he knew exactly where it wanted to go.
Harry stopped to suck her bite covered nipple and looked at Mommy who was having a drug shock.
So he pushed her into the drug with her face, he want to fuck now that hole!
He grabbed her by the massive hips, his cock bobbing with excitement. "Mommy, I need to fuck you right now," Harry's voice was deep and demanding, the drug had him feeling like he was on top of the world.
Molly managed to lift her head, her eyes glazed over with lust and the Dragon's Breath. She grinned wickedly at Harry. "Oh, baby boy, you don't know how much I want that," she slurred, her voice thick with desire. "But watch this first."
With her fingers she approached the pile of Dragon's Breath and started to dig into it.
"Mommy, what are you doing?" Harry asked, his voice thick with desire, he didn't want to wait anymore.
Molly's fingers were white from the drug:" Something special."
As she pushed the coke into her ass and pussy, spreading it around.
Molten lust filled Harry's eyes as he watched his mother's body contort and writhe with the power of the Dragon's Breath.
"Come here, Harry," Molly purred, her voice a siren's call. "Let Mommy show you how a real woman takes it all in."
Harry stumbled forward, his cock leading the way, as Molly spread her legs and bent over the sticky pile of Dragon's Breath. The sight of her puckered asshole, coated with the white substance, made Harry's heart race.
"Take me, Harry," Molly breathed, her eyes half-closed and her chest heaving with anticipation. "I want all of you. Your cock, your cum…your daughters!!!" She screamed the last part…desperate to give her stud of a son lots of sexy little fuck toys.
Suddenly Harry heard voices coming from the tables below the stage.
"Come on Papi! Fuck that pedo puta!" Yelled a very sexy big titted Spanish woman wearing a very tight bandanna as a bra that Harry could see sitting at the table closest to the stage. Sitting by her was a very well endowed boy probably no older than Harry.
"Yeah man…fuck that sexy fat bitch! You know she's dying to be your baby factory!" Yelled the boy.
"Fill that british cunt up!" called out an Arab MILF dressed in only a hijab and a thong. The boy beside her already had his cock out and whooped in agreement.
At another table a pair of boys younger than Harry were spit roasting a naked Chinese girl over the table. "Fuck that ginger whore!" One called out. "The bitch is begging for it!" The other boy added.
The entire audience was like that, boys his age or younger with various older women in various states of nudity. There were fat-assed latinas, big titted negresses, naked chinks, and muslim whores in see-through mesh. Each girl had a well-hung boy close to hand, sometimes just beside them or sometimes being mounted like broodmares. And all of them said the same thing, fuck Molly now!
"Mommy loves to put on a show sweetie…now let's show the spirit of Hogwarts how fucked up and nasty we are!" Molly moaned as she wrapped her large milf legs around Harry and forced his cock into her soaked cunt
"Ohhhh fucking Merlin I love fucking while high!!!!" Molly moaned in ecstasy loving the feeling of having her huge bull of a son back in her cunt. "There's nothing better then cocaine and fucking a huge cock!"
Molly screamed in pleasure as she felt Harry's massive cock stretching her pussy, filling her up in a way she should have been from the start if she gave birth to a stud like Harry. The Dragon's Breath made everything feel more intense, and she knew she was going to have the most incredible orgasm of her life later.
"Ohhhh Harry, you're so fucking big!" Molly screamed, her body shaking with pleasure as Harry thrust into her over and over again. "You're going to make me cum, baby boy, cum so hard!"
Harry felt Molly's pussy clamp down hard on his cock, her muscles working to milk him for all the cum. "Mommy!" Harry screamed, "I'm going to make you pregnant with my baby! And the next time we meet, you'll feed me your milk!"
Molly threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "Oh Harry, you're so fucking nasty!" she said, her voice full of love and pride. "You really are my son! Let's do this!"
The crowd below the stage roared with excitement, the quasi-incestuous tension thick in the air.
Harry grabbed his mum's hips and slammed into her with everything he had. The dragon's breath made him feel like he could fuck forever and he wasn't going to waste a second of it.
"Ohhhhhh yes baby! Fuck mommy's womb!!! Even the fucking niggers couldn't get this deep into me!" Molly shouted, the pleasure of having places touched that have never been touched before driving her to near insanity.
Harry, hearing his mommy talk about being fucked by other men angered him and made him fuck her even harder.
"You're mine!" Harry growled, the images of his sexy mommy fucking inferior cock fueling his rage as he continued to fuck her harder and harder. "You'll never EVER fuck anyone else without my permission again!"
Harry gave the fat, round ass before him a strong, resounding slap, watching the chubby ass move like waves on a lake.
"Yours! YOURS!"
"You dirty disgusting mommy!" Harry delivered more, harder slaps. "How dare you think of other males when you're with me! I should punish you more!"
Molly felt the sharp sting of Harry's hand on her ass, each slap had more and more force. She knew she had to make amends, to prove to Harry that she was truly his, that no other man could ever touch her again. After she was fucked by him. But Harry seemed to ignore it.
As Harry's thick cock slammed into her, she felt herself teetering on the edge, her mind racing with ways to make it up to him. She needed to show Harry she was the best slut mommy he could ever have! No other mommy could match her motherly devotion combined with her slutty submission.
Her thoughts sharpened as she absorbed Harry's anger through his powerful thrusts. She knew what she had to do; she would gather her slut muggle friends to worship Harry as he deserved. To demonstrate to them his manhood, what it truly meant to serve a real cock.
Her eyes rolled back as Harry's thrusts became more frenzied, his cock swelling inside her. She felt her orgasm building, a pressure in her belly like a volcano on the brink of eruption. "Oh Harry... yes... yes... claim me, baby... make me yours... I'll get the sluts, the whores from the gangbangs, to serve you... they'll all be only your whores... your... your... concubines!" Molly panted, her voice high and desperate, the climax building.
The room blurred, the audience melting into a backdrop of lust and desire as Molly's mind was flooded with visions of Muggle whores kneeling before Harry. Her body tensed, and as Harry's hot cum filled her, she screamed, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave of ecstasy. From the drugs, the pain and she could feel herself actually getting impregnated by Harry.
Molly felt Harry's cum flooding her, claiming her womb completely and fully. Her thoughts were a chaotic mix of pleasure and remorse; she had to make it right. She had to prove she was worthy of being his mommy-whore. As she could feel Harry pull out the cock from her pussy and stand up. But she still closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the cum dripping down her legs.
Then, she heard the sound of his foot rising, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, Harry brought it down with a stomp onto her fat belly. The impact sent waves of pain and pleasure through her body. Making her climax and shoot out the cum he put into her womb.
"You know why I did that Mommy. You ruined it, I was so happy to fuck you and be with you. And then you talk about other men all the time. And then the videos!"
Molly's eyes snapped open, the pain from Harry's stomp mixing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She had to fix this, she had to make Harry understand.
That was before she met Harry, that she hadn't even thought of touching another man since Harry, how after only one fuck session she was his devoted mommy whore, she only had the videos to get him excited! How is this fair!? But seeing the tears in his eyes, she knew she was in the wrong.
Molly would fix this!
But first, she had to deal with the aftermath of Harry's rage. She looked up at him with a mix of pleasure, pain, and pure lust. She wanted him to hit her harder, faster and more brutal, just as when the black niggers beat her almost into having a miscarriage when she was pregnant with that worthless trash Ron.
Molly knew that she had to make it up to Harry. Those videos were from a time when she didn't know her true son. Now, she knew better.
Harry's hand shot out like a snake, slapping Molly across the face. The force sent her reeling to the side, her head spinning with the sudden onslaught of pain and surprise.
"How dare you!" he slapped her again. Each slap was harder than the last, his palm leaving a burning trail across her cheek.
Molly's eyes watered, and she felt the beginnings of a bruise forming, but she didn't flinch, she took all of them, and didn't want to move away. She gave out loud moans, the pain sending jolts of electricity straight to ovaries!
"I'm sorry, Harry," Molly managed to say, her voice trembling as Harry's hand continued to rain down on her face. The pain was exquisite, but she knew she deserved it for her disloyal thoughts.
"You're mine!" Harry shouted, slapping her again, "MINE! STUPID MOMMY!!"
Molly's orgasm hit her like wildfire, her body convulsing. "HAARRYY!!" She screamed as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Molly knew she had to make it up to him, to show him that she was his devoted slut, that she would never betray him again. Even if she didn't think she did betray him.
Finally, Harry's hand stopped,"I don't want to fuck you anymore," he said coldly, his voice filled with disgust. Molly's heart sank, but she knew she had to accept her punishment.
Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, her face already swelling and bruising. She kissed his feet, her tears mixing with the sticky white powder on the stage. "I'll do anything," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I'll get you all of my sluttiest muggle whores friends, I'll do whatever you want, just don't be mad at me."
"I won't mommy," Harry said. "But for now, I want you to leave. I don't even want to look at you. You weren't loyal... Mommy.... Maybe the Dursleys were right, I won't ever have a real Mommy, Like Dudley."
Molly nodded, her heart breaking at his words, and at the same time she felt hatred and anger at the Dursleys.
She knew she had to make it right. She used a simple spell to fix her torn clothing before standing. Her body and face was a mess, but she didn't care. All that mattered was making Harry happy.
"I'll go to Minerva," she murmured, so quiet Harry didn't even hear her. "I'll tell her everything and ask for her help. We'll make a plan."
With that, Molly turned and stumbled off, her legs wobbly from the intense emotions and the aftermath of the Dragon's Breath. Harry watched her go, his cock still hard, his emotions a whirlwind of anger and lust. He was sorry for Mommy, but angry too. She hurt his feelings, Dudley's mommy was always loyal to him.
Not like his Mommy. Not Fair.
Molly made her way through the secret corridors of Hogwarts, her face full of determination. She had to make it right. She had to show Harry that she was his devoted mother-whore. And she knew exactly what she had to do. For that she needs Minerva's help, as she and Amelia can help her with that Muggle problem.
A perfect Pet, from his best Mommy! He would be overjoyed and proud of her! She would give him two surprises.1. their future baby, she could feel herself being pregnant, and 2. a living sex pet: Petunia.
Break
Harry stewed in the Room of Requirement as he watched Molly leave. His raging erection matched his anger as he stuffed his cock back into his robes while he got dressed. By now the phantom audience had disappeared and the strip-club appearance felt even more like an artifice. It was fake and empty just like Molly's promises.
Harry trudged out of the room with his massive erection barely hidden by his robes, planning on heading back to the Gryffindor dorms and fucking his anger out with Pavarti and Angelina. He was going to bruise their cunts and leave them struggling to move in the morning.
"Potter." He heard a hard yet feminine voice call and he froze. Slowly turning around he found himself faced with the figure of Madam Hooch. She had her muscular arms crossed over her chest, unintentionally (or perhaps not) drawing attention to her breasts beneath her robes. But Hooch wasn't even looking at him.
Her steely gaze was focused on his titanic bulge and Harry shuttered as she licked her lips. "I believe you and I need to have a…talk." She purred, her voice deep and growling as a lion. Harry gulped as Hooch grabbed him by his robes and started dragging him away. It was going to be a long night…