A Home Visit
On a Saturday evening, Emma Granger was sitting in her living room, alone, resting on her couch after another busy day in the clinic. She wasn't expecting any guests, so she was a little surprised when the doorbell rang. With a sigh, she stood up, preparing herself rebuff another door to door salesman, the dialog already half-formed in her mind. "Coming!" she shouted and walked towards the door, annoyed by the insistent ringing.
She wasn't expecting someone to tackle her with a hug as soon as she opened the door. Only the familiar, bushy hair of her assailant prevented her from reacting with a panicked shout as the arms wrapped around her. "Hermione!" she exclaimed instead. "What a pleasant surprise."
"Hi, mom," Hermione answered a few seconds later, pulling back from the hug.
"So?" she said. "What do owe this surprise?"
"Umm, mom," Hermione murmured, looking towards the side. Following her gaze, Emma saw a vaguely familiar figure, standing a couple of feet away from them. "You remember Harry, right?"
"Of course," she answered. "We met when shopping for your second year, remember?" She paused a second, a mischievous expression appearing on her face. "And how could I forget all the stories you told me about him? At least half of your letters to home is about him, after all."
"Mom!" Hermione exclaimed, her face flushed. "Shut up!"
Harry, on the other hand, just chuckled lightly as he took a step towards her, grabbing her hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you once again, Mrs. Granger," he said.
"Thanks, Harry. And please, call me Emma, being called Mrs. Granger makes me feel old," she said, disregarding the small increase in her heartbeat as their skin touched.
"Can Harry stay with us today?" Hermione said, directly jumping to the point. Emma noticed that she hadn't passed through the door yet. She was familiar with her daughters thinking style to decipher the meaning behind it. It meant that if she didn't allow Harry's stay, Hermione wouldn't stay either; not that she had any intention of doing so, of course.
"Sure, honey," she answered, and they all moved to the living room. "So," she said after Harry and Hermione sat on the couch, while she chose her favorite armchair. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"
"You know that Harry is one of the participants in the tournament," her daughter started to explain, referring to the letters she had written home.
"Yes, the one for the international cooperation, right?" Emma said. Her attention was grabbed by the expression appearing on Harry's face when the tournament was mentioned, but it disappeared before she could identify the meaning behind.
"That's the one," Hermione said. "Harry needed to come to London for some shopping, and managed to get a two-days permission, with me as a guide." She smirked. "I personally think that Professor McGonagall agreed just to keep Harry out of the trouble."
"Yes," Harry interjected, a matching grin on his face. "It makes sense, after all, I have never been in trouble with you, right?"
Emma watched as Hermione blushed. Wanting to tease her daughter a little, she added. "So, you were out all day, shopping with your boyfriend, right?"
"Mom!" Hermione exclaimed once more. "We are just friends!"
"Sorry honey, my bad," Emma said with an entirely insincere tone. She knew her daughter enough to understand that, and with the amount of red on her face, it was almost certain that she was trying to conceal something. She decided to not to push her much, glad that her husband was away. She could imagine how unbearable he could be when facing with a prospective boyfriend.
"So," Hermione said. "Where is the dad?"
Emma sighed. "There is a medical conference in New York about a new kind of dental, so he has been away for a couple of weeks."
"Again?" Hermione said, a little down. Emma just nodded.
"So, Harry," Emma said, turning towards the other occupant of the room. "Tell me about this task of yours…"
Emma smiled a little as she placed the last plate into the dishwasher. The dinner was a pleasant affair, the unexpected guests providing a welcome break to her routine.
When she returned to the living room after finishing the dishes, she browsed the channels as she waited for them to come downstairs. Noticing they were gone for a while, she decided to check if there was any problem.
She stood up and climbed the stairs to the second floor, intend to see if they needed some help. She noticed the light was coming from the crack of the door of Hermione's room and started to walk towards there, wanting to assist them in whatever they were busy with…
…only to froze upon looking what was going on inside. Her daughter was standing on her knees, her head was bobbing back and forth, trying to swallow Harry's shaft. She stood still in shock, her gaze was stuck on the way her daughter, struggling to devour the thing stuck in her throat. A small, distant part of her was surprised by the fact she was struggling so much despite the fact that most of his shaft was still outside.
Then Hermione pulled back, revealing Harry's cock to Emma's eyes for the first time. Emma's mouth fell open, surprised by its sheer size. Apparently, the part she assumed was most of it was scarcely a quarter of it. She wasn't expecting to see a monster of this size attached to the well-mannered teenager she was sharing a dinner table with.
Then, his shaft disappeared from sight once more when her daughter leaned in once again, slipping more and more inside her mouth each second. Then her daughter arms latched to his leg, using them as leverage as she pushed his cock into her mouth with its entirety under Emma's disbelieving gaze. She started moving her head once again, taking all of it inside repeatedly, despite the wheezing and gagging sounds departing her mouth.
Emma watched as she was hypnotized, a strange warmth spreading to her body, her hands browsing her body almost unconsciously. A grunt from Harry was enough to signal the change in the situation. Her daughter pulled back a little, the crown still inside, moaning as it throbbed, a part of the load dripping down her chin.
That scene had proved enough to jolt Emma out of the trance. Her face reddened as she realized that she was currently peeking her daughter having sexual relations with her boyfriend, even playing with herself in the process. She quickly dashed away, glad that Harry's eyes were closed, and her daughter was too distracted to notice anything…
Emma's heart was beating like crazy when she arrived at the living room, her face looking like a ripe tomato. She cannot believe herself that she watched her daughter while she was sucking her boyfriend.
She took a deep breath, trying to forget what she just saw, but overlooking the monstrosity attached to Harry's body was a difficult challenge, and her daughter's sharp enthusiasm wasn't making it any easier. "God, how will I look at their faces," she murmured herself, standing the middle of the room.
"What was that mom?" Hermione's voice came behind her.
"Nothing," Emma said, her voice a tad higher than necessary. Her mind was still filled with the scenes from intimate moment Hermione shared with her boyfriend. "How about we watch some movie?" she said, jumping at the first idea that would allow her to sit in silence.
"Well, it seems an excellent idea," Hermione said. "What do you think Harry?"
"Sure," Harry said. "I would like to watch one."
Emma sighed as she turned her back and walked towards the TV, pulled a random cassette from the stack and plugged in in the VCR. She sat down in her favorite seat once more, trying to focus her attention on the opening scene, happy to find a reason to avoid talking.
"Do you want a blanket?" Hermione asked. "I feel it is a bit chilly."
"Sure," Emma answered, noticing that it was indeed a little chilly inside. "Also, can you turn on the heater a little." A minute later she was sitting on her chair, comfortably warm with the blanket wrapped around, her gaze firmly on the TV screen.
While her gaze was on screen, her attention was not, flashes from the scene upstairs appearing in front of her eyes, preventing her from focusing the movie. So much that she wasn't even sure about the name of the characters.
Several minutes into the movie, she heard a giggle from her daughter. That alone wouldn't be enough to get her attention, but combined with the little grunt coming from Harry, it was sufficient to pull her gaze towards it.
At first, she saw nothing extraordinary, except maybe that they were sitting a little too close, using the same blanket to cover their bodies. Then she started to notice the details. The expression on Harry's face was a little too empty, Hermione was looking a little too mischievous. But only after she saw the movement on the blanket, around Harry's crotch level, she realized what was going on.
Her gaze instantly turned back on TV, her face imitating tomatoes once more. She felt overwhelmed by the fact that her daughter was jacking her boyfriend, three feet away from her. How scandalous! For a moment she thought about calling on them to it, but her courage faltered.
But as the time passed, suppressed giggles and low groans started to have an unexpected side-effect on her, starting an incessant tingling around her nether regions. The fact that her husband had been away for more than two weeks wasn't really helping either. Not that he was able to satisfy her that much at the times he was around. As the years passed, his interest in sex had been dwindled into three-minute sprints once every few weeks, leaving her far too dependent on battery powered artificial aids. Seeing her daughter getting it three feet away wasn't actually helping to her current state.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself a little. But she wasn't expecting to fell into a short nap…
She was aroused from her nap with a deep moan that rang in her bones. She cracked open her eyes a little, trying to process just where she was, only to met with one of the sexiest views of her life. Hermione, her own daughter, had shed her top, her perky breasts wrapped around his boyfriend's shaft, moving up and down.
She felt the earlier warmth return with a vengeance, invading her core. That feeling was not to be denied, as one of her hands reached to her womanhood, almost without her notice. She slowly started to caress her slit, watching the way her daughter was licking Harry's length through her cracked eyelids.
Pleasure climbing rapidly, a soft moan escaped Emma's lips before she could realize the danger. She froze in panic, watching the response of teenagers. She was acutely aware of a single bead of sweat, rolling down her neck, as Harry's sharp gaze turned towards her.
She felt almost naked as his emerald gaze peered into her, almost seeping into her soul. She suddenly felt helpless under his eyes, preparing herself to confess and beg for forgiveness.
Then Harry turned his attention back to her daughter, and whispered: "Okay, no need for alarm."
"But Harry-" Hermione started speaking, only to silenced with a hand pushing her head down, forcing her mouth to envelope the cock that was standing in front of her. Emma expected her headstrong daughter to push back aggressively against such a controlling move. So she was quite surprised that instead of pushing back, she just moaned with no protest, busy with rocking her head.
Emma's arousal quickly flared again, demanding her hand back where it was. Her hands started to move once again, circling her clit over her clothes, sending shivers across her body. But in her careful state, she wasn't able to attain her release before Harry released his load once more, Hermione's mouth once more. Emma felt like her pussy was about to explode, but the fear of being caught was more dominant, so she stood absolutely still as Hermione pulled her blouse back on and sat next to Harry once more, resting on his chest.
It was like torture for Emma. Her body was on the edge, demanding a release, but she wasn't able to move, sure that they would notice any movement on her side. So she continued acting like she was asleep. Though, the other occupants were not making her act any easier, with the occasional heated kisses shared between them, or Harry's hand getting a little too adventurous from time to time, turning Hermione into a gasping, moaning mess.
Somehow, she managed to sustain her act until the end of the movie. A minute after the ending, Hermione stood up and walked towards her, after fixing her hair and clothes, disturbed by the activities that were going on a few minutes ago. "Mom," she said softly, shaking her shoulder.
"What," Emma murmured, trying to act like the just woke up.
"The movie just finished," Hermione said, a soft smile on her face. "But you fell asleep towards the middle. Why don't you go rest a little."
"Nice idea," Emma murmured as she stood up, letting the blanket fell to the side as she stood up. She wanted to run upstairs and pull the trusty Mr. Purple, but instead she walked to the upstairs in lumbering steps of a person half-asleep, at least until she climbed up the stairs. After she was sure that they couldn't see her, her steps quickened considerably, and she was in her bedroom a couple seconds later.
She quickly shed all of her clothes, standing naked in front of the mirror. She had spent a second admiring the great shape her body was in. Despite being in her mid-thirties, her body was still full of vigor thanks to regular exercise and healthy nutrition. Her E sized breasts retained their gravity defying perkiness, her derriere still apple shaped, her stomach still flat.
She moved towards the drawers, removing Mr. Purple from its hiding place, deep in her underwear drawer. With a smile, she threw herself on her bed and pressed the start button.
A familiar buzzing noise filled the room, eroding last pieces of her patience. She slowly pressed it towards her core, her folds separating as it slipped inside, every small tremble creating a matching pleasure wave. The pleasure was building up quickly, moan after moan departing her lips.
But then something awful happened. Mr. Purple let out a sharp noise, wheezed, and then stopped cold. Emma pulled it to check and saw the battery light blinking red. "Really," she said, quite annoyed with the change. She stood up, intent to search for extra batteries, but then she remembered they were in the TV cabinet, downstairs.
With a sigh, she wrapped the fluffy bathrobe around her, making sure it was tied appropriately, not wanting to flash the teenagers downstairs. She arrived at the top of the stairs, but her steps came to a halt when she heard the moans, clear enough even from the top of the stairs. She turned towards the couch where Harry and Hermione were occupying, meeting one of the most shocking scenes of her life.
The movie currently on the TV screen was truly scandalous, showing a naked a woman and man, having full blown sex. Normally, Emma would panic, seeing her daughter found one of her hidden pornographic cassettes, but her mind was busy processing something much more shocking.
Harry was sitting in the middle of the couch, his legs sprawled, his gaze mostly on the movie. It would be a typical teenager midnight porn run, save for the two facts. First, he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Second, an equally naked Hermione was currently on his lap, jumping up and down, skewering herself with his cock with great fervor, her gaze also on the movie.
Emma's mouth fell open in shock, in all the years of her life, she never did something daring as fucking her significant other in the middle of the living room while her mother was still on the same roof.
She knew she should turn and walk back to her room, but her legs were revolting, forcing her to stand still and to watch her daughter being fucked. One of her hands loosened her sash, while other reached for her perky tits, catching her rock hard nipples with her slightly chilled fingers, the contrast making her shiver.
The pleasure started to climb when her other hand found her slit, effortlessly slipping inside her wet folds. She just stood there, her fingers going in and out, her gaze firmly on two bodies slapping each other at downstairs.
She experienced a small panic when another moan escaped her lips, causing Harry to look around. Thankfully, he didn't think of turning back and checking the stairway, blaming the source to TV, or Hermione. After all, both of them weren't in short supply when it came to moans, gasps and muffled shouts.
Emma's hands started to go in and out faster as Harry suddenly pushed Hermione forward, her back arched as she pressed her hands on the small table in front of her, providing the perfect access for Harry from behind. Her hands quickened as she watched Harry's huge cock disappear again and again inside her daughter, pushing her towards the orgasm.
When her daughter's cries started to pick up under the strain of an imminent orgasm, Emma wasn't too far behind, pleasure invading her nerves as she crumbled to the floor, slightly chilly surface meeting her steaming skin.
Sitting while trying to catch her breath, it finally hit her that she drove herself to orgasm by watching her own daughter having sex. She stood up, pondering as she walked towards her room. Despite rationally acknowledging that she should feel shame, the emotion was absent, or buried so deep in pleasure, it might as well be absent for the practical purposes. She shrugged as she threw herself on the bed, deciding to ponder on the issue after a good sleep…
Unfortunately, she found out that the sleep was elusive in her current state. She had tasted the pleasure, but ultimately, the amount provided by her fingers was not enough, she longed to feel something hard inside.
When she heard the footsteps walking through the corridor, followed by the closing of two different doors, she smiled, realizing she now had the opportunity to go downstairs and pick the extra batteries from the cabinet.
However, she met with an unwelcome surprise, the extra batteries were absent. It took a couple of seconds to remember that she carried all the clutter, including the extra batteries to the guest room. The room that Harry was currently sleeping.
For a moment she considered just going to her bed and trying to sleep, but the throbbing in her nether regions convinced her otherwise. She climbed the stairs once again, stopping in front of the guest room for before knocking softly. She waited a few seconds for a reply, then turned the doorknob, careful not to make any noise.
Still hearing no reply, she pushed the door and sneaked into the room. She gulped when she saw the view. Harry was lying in the bed, covered haphazardly by the blanket, his chest naked. Her breathing stopped as her eyes followed the muscle lines on his chest, far too impressive than his thin frame suggests.
Pulling off her gaze was a struggle to her, but she managed, tiptoeing towards the nightstand, where the batteries were supposed to be. When she pulled the driver, Harry also rolled in his sleep. Afraid that she might have wakened him, she turned to check…
…only to meet the third big surprise of the night. Apparently, Harry preferred to sleep naked, she noted, as her eyes devoured every piece of muscular skin that was on display, paying special attention to his crotch, where his half-erect cock dangled between his legs, impressive even its current state.
She felt an intense desire to reach and touch it, and before her rationality could assert itself, her hand was already wrapped around the semi-firm flesh of his shaft. She checked to see whether he was still sleeping. Seeing that he was, she was struck with a little mischievousness herself, and tugged her hand a little, its throbbing response making her heart flutter.
Then his cock started to grow, earning her full attention. Filled with a desire to taste it, she leaned in, touching the top with her tongue, weird, tingly taste filling her mouth.
"Come on, start sucking," she heard Harry suddenly speak. For a moment she froze, realizing just how terrible situation she was in, his cock in her hand, leaned for a taste. Her mind going to the hyperdrive, she noticed a complete lack of surprise in his voice. He must have mixed me with Hermione, she thought. After all, he wasn't wearing glasses, the room was mostly dark, and her hair style wasn't that different from her daughter.
But even that conclusion wasn't enough to solve all of her problems. After all, he was awake, and asking for a blowjob. If she just turned and tried to left, there was a chance that he might notice her true identity.
Seeing only one option, she leaned, catching his hardening shaft between her lips, his taste filling her mouth. She noticed it tasted a little weird, like it was a mixture… It took a second for her to remember she hadn't heard any shower noises, so her daughter's taste was still present on his cock.
The sudden wave of excitement rising in response to that little discovery was a little unexpected, but her attention shifted to a more primal concern before she could ponder too much about it. One of Harry's hands landed on top of her head, pressing it down, making her swallow his presence.
She remembered the way her daughter had swallowed all of his cock, repeatedly, knowing that if she didn't somehow replicate that feat, there was a chance that she might be busted.
So she opened her mouth as much as possible, pushing herself down, doing her best to suppress her responses, but unable to prevent her wheezing and gagging completely.
Beset by arousal, trying to devour his full presence, she lost the track of time, the world reduced to the cylinder shaped object that she was trying to devour. Her hand found her bare pussy once more, her fingers going in and out to fully attain a pleasurable ending.
When he finally erupted to her face, she caught a little flat footed, coughing and gasping around his cock as it spurted his load into her mouth, his hand preventing her from pulling her head back. It was enough to trigger an orgasm of her own.
She stood like that for a while, trying to keep herself against the invading torrent while controlling her own trembling. Then finally, it tapered off, leaving Emma Granger, gasping around her daughter's boyfriend's cock.
She raised her head, forgetting for a moment that she was trying to keep her identity secret. But she relaxed when she found his eyes closed. With a sigh, she pulled back, slowly walking back to her room, juices dripping from her chin…
Emma was having trouble concentrate as she prepared the breakfast, blushing whenever a scene from last night flashed in front of her eyes. The memory of a throbbing cock, lodged deep in her throat was still vivid, causing occasional tingles in her body.
To make things even worse, she could hear an occasional errant moan, mixed with the sound of the shower, loud enough to be heard from downstairs, telling her what exactly they were up to. She could easily imagine Hermione in the shower, her chest smashed to the wall, moaning as she got impaled, again and again, her juices mixing with the hot water over Harry's cock…
She shook her head, pushing herself out of the vivid daydream she was having. She prepared the breakfast, combating with her flaring desire to go upstairs and peep into the bathroom, but the water noise from shower stopped before she could decide one way or another.
Several minutes later, both teenagers appeared on the stairs, their hairs still a little damp. The brunch started, and Emma found herself enjoying the conversation, despite her perpetual blush and occasional stutter.
Time rolled on quickly and before long, it was departure time. Emma stood in the corner of the room, waiting for one last hug.
Then Hermione spoke. "Sorry, I just realized I forgot one of the books I was supposed to pick, be back in two minutes." With that, she dashed upstairs, not allowing a reply from others in the room.
Emma looked at Harry, her blush intensifying. She tried to come up with something to say, but came up blank.
"Emma, thanks for the stay, you were an excellent hostess," he said, taking a step towards her, his arms open for a hug.
Even as she opened her arms, Emma felt something was a little off. She didn't know why, maybe his smile, a little too wide, or his voice, a little too deep, but suddenly felt a little alert. Still, she let his arms wrap around her in a hug. "You are welcome, Harry. It was a pleasure."
"Oh I know," he said, whispering into her ear. "Have you ever noticed that you could see the reflection of the stairs on the living room mirror when you sit on the couch."
"What?" she murmured, her mind a little slow on the uptake, unable to understand what Harry was driving at.
"It is a very interesting fact," she murmured. "But anyway, thanks for all you have done. You were an excellent hostess, especially during your midnight visit."
Finally noticing what he was driving at, Emma felt the panic spread into her mind, freezing her thoughts. Then she felt his hands slipping down, his fingers sinking into her plump ass. She opened her mouth to protest, only to be silenced with a tongue slipping inside her mouth.
Caught flatfooted, Emma just stood still. His lips went away as quick as they came, leaving her still in shock.
Before she could gather herself, Hermione appeared on the stairs, dashing towards the door. "Goodbye mom," she said, giving Emma one last hug before leaving through the door.
"Goodbye Emma," Harry said, a half-smile on his face. "See you in summer." Saying that, he too left, pulling the door behind himself.
Emma just looked at the door, her fingers slowly tracing her lips, unable to believe what just had happened…
