Petunia was washing the dishes when she noticed the black cat. It has been a week that this cat wondering around her garden. Petunia felt her warm eyes staring at her, like the cat was spying on her. "This is crazy. It's just a cat" She thought and went to the living room to catch up on her favorite show.
She usually spends the mornings by cooking and by watching TV as both her husband and her son wouldn't be home before 4 pm. She was watching the television when she heard a slight "meow" and then she felt something touching her leg. She looked down and she saw the cat. "what the hell" she thought. And suddenly the cat was transformed to a 60 year old lady. Petunia totally lost it. It was Minerva, Harry's teacher. "What do you want here? Is Harry ok?" She asked.
Minerva was calm, she leaned her hand and touched Petunia's right cheek. Petunia totally lost it. "What is wrong with you?" she asked her. Minerva placed her finger on her lips and said "shh honey" Petunia didn't know how to react. Minerva leaned forward and kissed her. Petunia's body started shivering and her lips desperately needed more of the witch's lips. They ended up on floor making out. Minerva slowly placed her hands between Petunia's thighs and took off her skirt as the poor lady groaned. Minerva moved her head to Petunia's pussy and started licking while Petunia panted and groaned.
She flickered her tongue tentatively, , surprised of Petunia's sweet cream and salty musk, of the soft but firm folds of skin that yielded to her ever increasing manipulations. She could practically feel the energy growing inside her each time Petunia moaned, each time she found just the right movement, the right pressure, the right speed to make her squirm and jump. she buried herself deeper into Petunia frantically pushing her hands under the other woman's hips to gain better access,. She lost herself in the act, reveling in the very earthiness of it. And when she pressed two fingers into Petunia, still flicking hard against her clit, she was rewarded with a howl of pleasure, hips bucking hard off the cushion, and a tightening of muscles around her hand. She rode Petunia's orgasm and Petunia buried her fingers hard in Minerva's hair, forcing her down onto her with a moan of sheer bliss.
She wrapped Petunia in her arms, rocking her gently in an effort to bring her down slowly. "You are an incredibly beautiful woman Mrs. Evans" she said as she transformed herself into a cat and ran away.