The stone steps spiraled slowly past the fourth-floor archway, emitting a dull grinding rumble.
Hermione stood beside a stone pillar near the spiral staircase, clutching a thick stack of alchemical blueprints and draft ledgers tightly to her chest.
Wearing small black leather boots, she paced back and forth across the cold floor tiles, her heels clicking sharply and urgently against the stone.
She looked up from time to time toward the ramp, her slender neck pulled taut inside the collar of her Gryffindor cloak.
The moment that slight figure draped in a black overcoat strode out from the corridor's shadows with a mint cigar clamped between his teeth, Hermione picked up her pace and rushed forward to meet him.
"Jerry!"
Hermione reached out and grabbed Jerry's coat sleeve, her voice carrying an irrepressible urgency and subtle emotional flutter.
Jerry halted, a wisp of minty smoke curling from his mouth as he tilted his head to look at her.
"What is it? Did the disrupter array runes in the workshop malfunction, or did that old bastard Nott seize our goods at customs again?"
"Neither!"
Hermione shook her thick golden curls, hitching the drawings in her arms higher, taking half a step forward to close the distance.
She cast a wary glance left and right down the dim corridor, confirming no other students were passing by before whispering:
"It's... it's my mother."
Jerry raised an eyebrow, tapping the ash from his cigar in mid-air.
"Mrs. Granger? Her dental practice in London is doing just fine, so what could possibly go wrong? Did the physical constitution remodeling and magical activation I performed on her last time... suffer a rejection reaction?"
"There's no rejection! The results are outrageously good!"
Hermione's voice held a trace of pride, mixed with a distinctly bizarre exasperation.
She slapped a small hand against her forehead, letting out a soft sigh.
"Ever since you granted her the ability to cast basic magic last month... she's been behaving like a toddler with a brand-new toy!
She tidies the house with Levitation Charms every single day, and even slices vegetables with Severing Charms!"
Hermione leaned in closer, clutching Jerry's sleeves tightly, tilting her fair face up toward him.
"She sent me an urgent owl post this morning, practically begging me to bring you back to London!
She said she cooked a whole spread of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding from scratch and must express her gratitude to you in person!
If you don't go, she threatens she'll ride a broomstick straight into the Great Hall at Hogwarts next week to track you down!"
Hearing this, a slow smirk curled at the corners of Jerry's lips, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
He reached out and flicked Hermione's taut cheek with his right thumb, making her gasp and glare at him while cupping her cheek.
"Mrs. Granger wants to see me?"
Jerry took a deep drag from his cigar, gently exhaling the warm white smoke onto Hermione's full forehead.
"Hermione, do you really think your mother is in such a rush to have me over just to treat me to Yorkshire pudding? Or could it be... she wants to demonstrate some deeper magical techniques for me?"
Hermione didn't catch the heavy, wanton undertone in Jerry's words at all.
Assuming he was merely poking fun at her mother's blind enthusiasm, she swatted Jerry's hand away in mild embarrassment and stamped her foot.
"Stop teasing her! Her head is completely filled with the miracles you brought her! Let's go—I already obtained a temporary wartime logistics leave permit from Professor McGonagall, and the Floo powder is ready!"
Hermione took Jerry's hand, tugging him swiftly toward the subterranean hearths.
Jerry let her lead him, his hands shoved in his coat pockets, savoring the girl's soft, tender fingers as the dark smirk on his face deepened.
On the outskirts of London, in a quiet and elegant English two-story townhouse.
A burst of emerald flames erupted violently within the fireplace.
Jerry stepped out from the hearth in his black leather boots, casually flicking away stray ashes from his coat shoulders.
Hermione tumbled onto the carpet right behind him, patting down her skirt while shouting toward the kitchen:
"Mum! I brought Jerry!"
"Coming, coming!"
An extraordinarily lush, sultry voice brimming with the allure of a mature woman called out from the kitchen.
Followed immediately by the brisk, rhythmic clicking of heels against the floor.
Mrs. Granger held a light brown wooden wand, wearing a form-fitting, deep-blue house dress.
The neckline of the dress plunged daringly low across her chest, cupping a pair of heavy, snow-white breasts that had swollen even fuller and firmer from the nourishment of magic, straining outward as if ready to burst through the fabric.
A narrow lace apron tied around her waist accentuated her voluptuous, shapely hips and narrow waist to perfection.
Her honey-brown hair was pinned behind her head with a few stray tendrils framing her neck, radiating the ripe, thoroughly satisfied glow of a woman who had been well-loved and thoroughly drenched in pleasure.
The moment she spotted Jerry standing in the living room, Mrs. Granger parted her luscious lips, her impeccably maintained face lighting up with raw fervor and searing desire.
"Jerry! You're finally here!"
Ignoring her daughter Hermione completely, she strode forward on her long legs and charged straight toward him!
Reaching out with her fragrant, pale hands, Mrs. Granger wrapped her arms around Jerry's neck with shameless abandon, pressing her entire body flush against him!
Those massive, heavy tits slammed into Jerry's chest, flattening against him and radiating feverish body heat.
She planted a heavy, wet kiss on Jerry's cheek with a loud smack!
"Let me have a good look at you!
Sit down, sit down!"
Jerry slipped both hands around her plump, firm waist, sinking his palms into her lush ass through the thin satin, squeezing hard enough to make her shudder and flash an intensely wanton gleam of pleasure in her eyes.
"Judging by your figure, Mrs. Granger... it seems you've been absorbing magic quite well lately," Jerry teased, rubbing his thumb along her hipbone.
"It's all thanks to your thorough training."
Mrs. Granger leaned close to his ear, whispering so softly only the two of them could hear, her tongue wickedly flicking across his earlobe.
Watching her mother's overzealous greeting, Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation, undoing her cloak while complaining:
"Mum! Watch your manners! Jerry isn't a little boy!"
"Hush, you!"
Mrs. Granger turned around, shooting Hermione a playful glare.
Then, as if eager to show off, she tilted her pale chin up high and flicked her wand through the air in an elegant arc.
"Look at what Mum has learned!"
At the wave of her wand, the teapot on the table floated into the air, pouring steaming black tea precisely into three porcelain cups before pirouetting gracefully and landing back on its coaster.
Pointing toward the kitchen door, she commanded:
"Slice!"
Two kitchen knives sprang to life, rattling against the cutting board in a rapid thwack-thwack-thwack, carving the beef into neat, uniform slices.
"How was that, Jerry?"
Mrs. Granger spun around before Jerry, her luscious ass swaying enticingly beneath her skirt.
Her gorgeous face beamed with the proud, seeking-validation eagerness of a schoolgirl showing off her gold star.
"The Levitation Charm and the Severing Charm... I've been practicing for two whole weeks! Even Hermione said I'm a fast learner!"
Jerry leaned back against the sofa armrest with his cigar, chuckling as he clapped his hands.
"Not bad. With talent like that, Mrs. Granger, you'd earn an 'Outstanding' at Hogwarts at the very least."
"Of course!" Mrs. Granger lifted her chin proudly.
Just then, the upstairs study door opened, and a middle-aged man of average build wearing black-rimmed glasses and a wool sweater walked down the stairs. It was Hermione's father, Mr. Granger.
The honest Muggle dentist held a medical journal, his face lighting up with a polite, warm smile upon seeing Jerry.
"Oh! Jerry is here! Please, have a seat!"
Mr. Granger descended the stairs, shaking Jerry's hand warmly.
"Hermione talks about you every day at home, saying you've been a massive help to her at school. Jean's been bustling around since early this morning just to prepare this meal."
Mr. Granger had no inkling whatsoever that this young man—barely older than his daughter—was not only his daughter's supreme master and business partner, but also the secret lover who had long since thoroughly broken in and trained his luscious, mature wife in bed!
"You're far too kind, Mr. Granger," Jerry shook his hand, smiling with immaculate innocence.
"Alright, alright! Let's not stand around in the living room! Dinner's ready!"
Mrs. Granger clapped her hands, her eyes gleaming with a thrill that was growing increasingly perverse and thrilling.
Turning to Hermione, she instructed:
"Hermione, go fetch that bottle of '86 French red wine stored in the cellar! And while you're at it, dish up that pot of slow-braised beef brisket from the kitchen!"
"Alright, Mum."
Suspecting nothing, Hermione lifted her skirt and jogged off toward the cellar and kitchen.
In the four-person dining room, the atmosphere subtly shifted.
The rectangular mahogany dining table was draped in a heavy, deep-crimson tablecloth with long tassels extending down to within half a foot of the carpet, concealing the space beneath the table completely.
Four high-backed wooden chairs sat on each side.
Mr. Granger sat at the head of the table, his back to the kitchen. Jerry naturally sat to his left, while Mrs. Granger sat opposite Jerry, facing him directly.
While the clattering of plates drifted from the kitchen where Hermione worked,
Mrs. Granger sat opposite Jerry with her hands folded on the table, her hot, moist gaze locked onto his slight frame that radiated raw, domineering power.
Her long legs clad in high heels shifted subtly under the table.
The tip of her black pump glided boldly and accurately across the carpet, pressing directly against the swollen bulge between Jerry's thighs!
The firm tip of her high heel rubbed and circled rhythmically against Jerry's crotch!
Jerry didn't even bat an eyelid.
Resting his hands on the edge of the table, he took a sip of black tea, glancing sideways at Mr. Granger, who had his head buried in the newspaper at the head of the table.
"Mr. Granger, how has business been at the clinic lately?" Jerry asked in a completely relaxed, conversational tone.
"Very well, very well,"
Mr. Granger pushed up his glasses, smiling as he looked up.
"Just had a bit of a headache lately, not sure if it's..."
Before he could even finish his sentence!
Mrs. Granger secretly drew her light-brown wand from beneath the table!
Hidden in the shadows of the tablecloth, the tip of the wand aimed squarely at Mr. Granger at the head of the table!
Mrs. Granger parted her sultry lips, whispering a stealthy spell through her teeth, barely audible:
"Stupefying Confundus..."
A faint, nearly transparent wisp of pale-pink light shot out from under the table, sinking instantly between Mr. Granger's brows!
Mr. Granger's voice jammed in his throat.
In a fraction of a millisecond, his warm, clear eyes turned completely blank and glassy!
The smile on his face froze like stiff rubber, his hands holding the newspaper rigidly, his eyes staring blankly at the empty air ahead, like a soulless marionette plunged into a deep hypnotic haze and cognitive illusion!
In this state, his ears could register nothing beneath the table, and his eyes could perceive no anomalies, lost entirely in the false hallucination woven by the charm!
"It worked!"
Mrs. Granger gasped softly, an ecstatic, wanton thrill of sheer perversion breaking out across her mature, haughty face!
She patted her chest, those massive, heavy breasts trembling violently inside her plunging neckline, rolling in enticing waves of pale flesh.
She looked up and winked at Jerry, her eyes dancing with shameless, mischievous lust.
"I bought this potent Confundus Charm off the Ministry's black market just last night! It'll keep him sitting there like a wooden dummy for half an hour! Even if the sky falls, he'll think he's just reading the paper!"
Jerry leaned back in his chair with his mint cigar, his wicked smirk widening.
"Pulling this stunt right in front of your husband, Mrs. Granger... your ambitions as a witch are far wilder than I imagined."
"Oh, hush! It's all your fault to begin with!"
Mrs. Granger cast him a coquettish glare.
In the next breath!
The mature, refined lady hesitated not a second!
Lowering her tall, voluptuous frame, she slipped smoothly down from her wooden chair!
Her expensive deep-blue house dress dragged a graceful arc across the carpet as Mrs. Granger crawled on hands and knees like an eager serpent craving to be conquered, parting the thick crimson tablecloth to slip underneath!
Beneath the table was pitch-black, instantly saturated with the woman's intoxicating tuberose perfume and the scalding heat radiating from her aroused body.
Mrs. Granger knelt on all fours upon the plush, dark carpet.
Her soft, pampered hands climbed skillfully up Jerry's legs, stroking along his thighs!
Click.
Exquisitely practiced fingers!
Mrs. Granger's fingers deftly popped the metal buckle of Jerry's black belt, pinching the zipper to yank it all the way down!
Riiip!
Jerry's trousers and underwear were yanked down to mid-thigh in one ruthless tug!
Boing!
A monstrous, purplish-red, outrageously thick meat pillar sprang free in the darkness beneath the table!
Veins coiled like roots along the forearm-thick shaft, scalding pre-cum bubbling generously from the slit to smear directly onto Mrs. Granger's chin!
Even though this was far from her first encounter with this monstrous cock, Mrs. Granger shuddered violently.
The contrast between Jerry's slight build and the monstrous weapon between his legs was so intense it drove her completely wild!
"Good heavens..."
Mrs. Granger let out a muffled, breathless moan from beneath the table.
She reached out to wrap both hands around the shaft, unable to close her fingers around its girth!
Searing heat pulsed into her palms, sparking a violent ache of emptiness in her belly.
"My little devil... this cock of yours... how is it even thicker than when we met at the hotel..."
Mrs. Granger licked the salty pre-cum from her lips, giggling wantonly.
"Cut the chatter, Mrs. Granger."
Leaning back in his chair with his teacup in hand, Jerry reached under the tablecloth with his left hand, grabbing Mrs. Granger's pinned hair!
Threading his fingers into her roots, he shoved her head down!
"Use your mouth properly. I got into a brawl with Aurors at the Ministry today, and I need that mouth of yours to loosen me up."
"As you command... my little master..."
Mrs. Granger breathed a submissive whimper from the depths of her throat.
She opened her lush, rosy lips as wide as they could stretch!
Her tongue greedily swirled around the swollen head, and beneath Jerry's downward shove, she stuffed the colossal shaft inch by inch into her mouth!
Gulp!
The first impalement!
The coronal head breached her teeth, packing her mouth completely full!
Mrs. Granger's cheeks bulged outward, two distinct bulges pressing visibly through her pale skin!
Her throat convulsed, tears of pressure prickling in her eyes, yet she clamped Jerry's thighs in a death grip, desperately swallowing the thick rod deeper!
Slurp! Squelch! Slurp!
Loud, wet sucking sounds exploded beneath the crimson tablecloth!
Mrs. Granger buried her face flush against Jerry's pubic bone, kneading his thighs wildly while her own long legs trembled on the carpet, her skirt already soaked from the juices flooding her panties!
Right at that moment!
The kitchen door pushed open with a click!
Carrying a steaming platter of braised brisket in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other, Hermione marched back into the dining room!
"Brought the wine! And the beef brisket is done!"
Setting the platter heavily onto the center of the table, Hermione smiled proudly.
She pulled out the chair beside Jerry and sat down.
Beneath the table!
Mrs. Granger was kneeling between Jerry's thighs, clutching his knees, taking the thick purplish rod deep down her throat in a frenzied deep-throat!
Gulp! Slurp!
Beneath the red cloth, saliva and pre-cum churned in Mrs. Granger's throat, emitting wet, choked sounds!
Jerry sat above with total composure, taking the wine glass Hermione offered.
His muscles tensed slightly as he circulated his Jiuyou Abyss demonic arts along his spine, suppressing the blinding pleasure of having his cock sucked raw by a mature woman beneath the table.
"Hermione, this brisket is cooked wonderfully."
Jerry spoke casually, without a trace of breathlessness.
"Of course! Mum simmered it for three full hours!"
Hermione puffed up with pride, filling Jerry's glass with wine.
Then, she looked curiously at her father sitting motionless opposite them, and at her mother's empty chair.
"Strange... why is Dad daydreaming? And where's Mum? She was in the living room just now."
Jerry took a sip of wine, his left hand pinning Mrs. Granger's hair under the table while his hips subtly thrust upward!
Squelch! Squelch!
Those two short thrusts drove the swollen coronal head deep into the back of Mrs. Granger's throat!
Mrs. Granger's eyes rolled back under the table, letting out a muffled groan through her nose!
Her lips clamped tight around the shaft as white foam spilled past the corners of her mouth, coating her chin and neck!
Jerry smiled innocently at Hermione:
"Mrs. Granger mentioned... she went to the cellar to get a rag for the table. As for Mr. Granger... he's probably pondering business at the clinic."
"Oh, I see."
Hermione suspected nothing!
She speared a piece of beef with her fork, chewing enthusiastically as she spoke to Jerry:
"Jerry, regarding that batch of high-frequency disrupters to be delivered to the Malfoys next week... I re-stamped the array runes as you instructed. But the copper from Old Europe has been inconsistent, so I plan to visit Diagon Alley's black market in person tomorrow—"
Above the table, Hermione chattered away about business plans!
While beneath the table!
A filthy, breathless blowjob was reaching its violent climax!
Kneeling on the carpet, Mrs. Granger completely cast aside all restraint!
Knowing her daughter sat barely half a foot from Jerry, the thrill of giving him head right in front of her child and entranced husband sent her nerves spiraling into depraved bliss!
Slurp! Squelch! Slurp! Squelch!
Her soft lips bobbed rapidly over the massive shaft, churning out wet, squelching noises!
Sliding her hands beneath her blue skirt, she rubbed her soaking, dripping cunt frantically!
Rubbing her clit below while deep-throating a teenage boy's cock above!
The dual stimulation sent Mrs. Granger into violent convulsions!
Squish! Squelch!
Juices and saliva sloshed everywhere!
Stirred by her frantic technique, heat surged through Jerry's lower abdomen.
He leaned back, clinking his wine glass against Hermione's with a pleasant clink.
"Do as you see fit, Hermione. Have Draco and two retainers accompany you to Diagon Alley tomorrow," Jerry answered smoothly.
While beneath the table!
Jerry's left hand on Mrs. Granger's head clamped down with sudden force!
Pushing her face down flush against his pubic bone, his hips thrust upward in a savage jerk!
Gulp!
The swollen coronal head rammed straight past her throat onto the deep cartilage!
"Mmmph—!!"
Mrs. Granger let out a muffled, thoroughly satisfied whimper!
Thick, scalding ropes of white cream erupted violently from Jerry's tip, shooting straight down her throat and filling her mouth!
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Her mouth was flooded with thick cum!
Her eyes rolled back as she swallowed in desperate gulps, taking most of it into her belly while the rest spilled past her lips, coating her chest and lace apron!
The overwhelming climax left Mrs. Granger shivering limply on the carpet, her cunt squirting gushes of fluid that drenched her blue skirt completely!
Above the table.
Jerry set down his wine glass, exhaling a long breath.
He pushed back his chair and stood up, adjusting his coat collar, smoothly zipping his trousers and fastening his belt.
Hermione looked up in surprise: "Jerry? Aren't you eating?"
"I'm full."
A wicked smirk curled on Jerry's lips as he patted Hermione's head.
"Mrs. Granger's 'feast'... tasted exquisite."
Just then, a pale hand parted the crimson tablecloth.
Mrs. Granger crawled out from under the table, flushed and disheveled.
With traces of white froth still clinging to the corner of her lips, she held onto the chair to steady herself, panting softly, her eyes brimming with post-coital adoration.
"Mum? What were you doing under the table?" Hermione asked innocently.
Mrs. Granger smoothed her soaked dress, shooting Jerry a playful glare with a knowing, seductive smile:
"Nothing, dear... Mum was just... wiping up some 'spilled water' under the table."
The lights in the dining room were warm.
Creaking footsteps echoed from the stairs as Mrs. Granger dabbed at the white froth on her lips, swaying her lush hips as she hurried toward the upstairs bathroom.
At the head of the table, Mr. Granger still held his newspaper, staring blankly ahead like an entranced wooden doll under the Confundus Charm.
Hermione turned, listening until the upstairs door clicked shut.
The polite, innocent smile on her face dropped instantly, her eyebrows arching in sharp annoyance.
Hermione snatched a napkin and slammed it down beside her plate.
"Look at her showing off!"
Hermione lowered her voice, hissing at Jerry:
"Chopping a few vegetables with a Levitation Charm and acting like she rules the world!
Making all that racket under the table with her legs shaking like leaves—does she honestly think I didn't notice?"
Without a second's hesitation, Hermione stood up.
Kicking off her shoes, her long legs clad in black thigh-high stockings stepped across the floor.
Circling the table, she walked right up to Jerry and dropped to her knees before him with a soft thud.
Reaching out, Hermione roughly yanked at Jerry's belt buckle!
The zipper tore down once more!
That heavy, purplish-red meat pillar sprang free again, its tip still coated in Mrs. Granger's thick saliva and warm semen.
Wrinkling her dainty nose, Hermione wrapped her hands around the forearm-thick shaft, unable to close her fingers.
"She sucked it until her mouth overflowed, running upstairs without even wiping her chin!"
Hermione glared up at Jerry with a jealous, provocative smirk.
"And you just let that old woman chew on you like that? Her mouth technique is entirely amateur, blindly bumping around! She can't even trace the Jiuyou Abyss magic nodes along your spine—what an utter waste of this magnificent cock!"
Leaning back with his teacup and cigar, Jerry looked down at the girl kneeling between his legs.
"Hermione, are you jealous of your mother, or are you critiquing her technique?" Jerry chuckled, nudging his boot gently against her inner thigh.
"Jealous of her? I'm disgusted by how awful her skills are!"
Hermione scoffed, parting her lips wide! Without hesitation, she lunged forward and took the swollen coronal head deep into her mouth!
Slurp!
A wet, loud sucking sound erupted in the quiet dining room!
Hermione's mouth was stretched to its limit, her cheeks hollowed and bulging as her tongue expertly licked the sensitive groove beneath his coronal head!
Squelch! Squish!
Pre-cum and her mother's leftover fluids swirled in Hermione's mouth.
Gripping Jerry's thighs, her stocking-clad legs shifted restlessly as she buried her face in his lap, taking him down her throat!
Gulp... gulp...
Choked by the thickness, muffled whimpers rumbled through her nose.
She popped her mouth free with a wet snap, dragging a glistening string of saliva that splashed onto his trousers.
"And look at that Confundus Charm she used!"
Wiping the froth from her lips, Hermione looked at Jerry with top-student arrogance.
"Hopelessly crude! If I cast it, I wouldn't need visible pink light—a silent cast would keep Dad entranced for three whole days! She thought she was a master down there, yet she couldn't even regulate magical backlash—utterly pathetic!"
Jerry laughed, resting his hand atop her head, tangling his fingers in her curls.
"Then show me what a top student's technique looks like."
"Watch and learn!"
Hermione opened wide again, grasping the base as she plunged her head down!
Squelch!
The massive rod rammed straight into the depths of her throat!
Her eyes rolled back, veins standing out on her slender neck as her throat contracted fiercely around him!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Rapid, ferocious sucking echoed beside the dining table!
Her tongue swept along the veins of his shaft, swallowing down every drop of fluid as her chin pressed against his pubic bone and her hands cupped his balls upward!
A wet storm raged beside the table!
Jerry guided her curls, his hips thrusting in short, heavy bursts, his pelvis smacking against her chin with dull thuds.
Reveling in the fullness of his cock in her throat, Hermione moaned through her nose.
Pulling off again with a gasp, her eyes burned with insatiable lust:
"How much did Mum swallow? I'm going to swallow more! Shoot all of it into me!"
Hermione engulfed the shaft whole again, working her hands furiously!
Squelch! Squish!
Her lips formed a tight seal, her tongue flicking relentlessly over the slit of his coronal head!
This precise, magically synchronized suction was ten times more devastating than her mother's clumsy effort!
Heat exploded in Jerry's groin as he drove his hips all the way in!
Boom!
Massive bursts of scalding, thick white cream erupted straight down her throat!
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Hermione's throat convulsed in desperate swallows, drinking every drop into her stomach while froth overflowed past her lips onto her collar!
After he finished, Hermione pulled off with a loud pop, licking the remaining cream from his tip.
"Now that is how a top student gives head."
Hermione wiped her lips proudly and stood up to smooth her skirt.
Right then, the upstairs bathroom door opened, and Mrs. Granger's footsteps returned.
Hermione swiftly hopped back into her chair, spearing a piece of beef with her fork, instantly resuming her prim, model-student demeanor.
Walking downstairs in fresh clothes, Mrs. Granger saw Hermione delicately eating brisket and Jerry sipping his tea, a flicker of suspicion crossing her eyes, though finding nothing out of place.
"Mum, did you finish wiping up the spill?" Hermione asked with pure innocence.
"Yes... all wiped," Mrs. Granger blushed, taking her seat.
Beneath the table, Hermione tapped her stocking-clad calf against Jerry's boot, flashing him a triumphant smirk meant only for the two of them.