Nothing

by Qwertyboi54

Not long

1. Shifting relationships

Harry Potter was bored. It was the summer after his 5th year at Hogwarts and he had finished all his coursework, and now he had nothing to do. All his friends were busy and his mum was still away at work, creating some new potion or another. After he had somehow defeated Voldemort as a baby and his father had died to protect him, the war was over and his mother had found herself a single mother with only the meager remnants of James' inheritance to live off of. So she had dusted her old potion books off and got a job at a private company, specializing in groundbreaking potions research. It was a competitive field, but she easily got the job using connections her old potions professor, Horace Slughorn, had at the upper levels of the company.

He was lying on the couch, reading a Quidditch strategy book, when the fireplace roared to life and his mother walked out of it. He blinked at her when she didn't notice him on the couch. She closed her eyes, stretched and yawned. She rubbed her neck and winced, and Harry felt a flash of concern.

"Mum?"

"Hmm?" answered Lily, her eyes opening slowly. "Oh, hello, darling. How was your day?"

"My day was fine, Mum… but how was yours? Is your neck hurting?"

Lily smiled at her son and gave him a peck on the cheek. "It was good. I finally finished that potion I've been working on for the past few months, I just stood bending over the cauldron for too long, my neck will be fine in a bit."

"You sure? You've been working really hard lately, I've barely even seen you home the last few weeks," Harry said, following Lily into the kitchen where she got herself a glass of water.

"Mm, yeah, since I finished I should be free for the next week or so while tests on the potion are going on, you'll be seeing a lot more of me now!" she said, gulping down the water. She walked to the sink and placed her glass into it before sighing and rolling her neck.

Harry noticed and asked, "Are you sure your neck is fine?"

"It's a little stiff, dear, but it'll be better in time," she replied. She walked up to him and gave him a hug. "It's really sweet of you to worry, Harry."

She walked away, presumably to go change, when Harry rolled his eyes at her discomfort and called out, "Want me to give you a massage, then, Mum?"

His mother turned around and tittered. "Oh, Harry, since when did you know how to give a massage?"

Harry scoffed. "I do it all the time at Hogwarts, it's not like the quidditch team has a professional masseuse to help get all the kinks out."

His mother looked at him with a little amusement.

"Really, Mum, I can do it! Just go change and come back down, I'll get everything ready," he said, shooing her upstairs.

"Oh, alright then," she laughed as she walked upstairs.

~~

Harry grabbed a spare blanket and with a wave of his wand, transfigured it into a cushy mat. He was glad that all the wards on the house prevented the Ministry from detecting his use of underage magic. He summoned his personal bottle of massage oil from his trunk in his room, and sat on the couch waiting for his mother to come back downstairs.

He heard a noise and looked up to see his mother. Harry had to swallow and wet his mouth when his mum walked into the room, wearing nothing but a bikini top and a pair of tight black yoga pants (which she wore to bed most nights). He knew his mother was a beautiful woman, it was rather obvious, but he didn't realize how utterly gorgeous she was until he saw her nearly half naked just now. Her flaming red hair contrasted nicely with her pale skin, and her eyes nearly glowed green, shining from her face. She had an amazing hourglass figure, and her breasts were tantalizingly firm and large, aching to burst out of the top she was wearing. Her stomach was nice and flat, with no hint of pudge on her body. She could have passed for someone a decade younger with ease.

She was busy tying her red hair into a ponytail, so she didn't notice him ogling at her. He quickly shifted his eyes and turned a little red, ashamed of himself. He couldn't believe he was thinking of his mother like that – it was just wrong.

Lily smiled at him after she had finished putting her hair up and knelt on the mat. "Thank you for doing this, Harry, it is really sweet of you."

He smiled back bashfully. "You've helped me out all these years, Mum, it's only fair that I return the favor!"

She smiled at him again and reached forward to stroke his chin with her hand. She gave him a kiss on the forehead. "You're such a good boy."

His attention was solely focused on not staring at her breasts, which were right below his face. While he was overcoming this test of his willpower, Lily laid down on the mat on her stomach and reached behind her to unhook the bikini strap. Harry clenched his jaw and forced himself not to look at the side of her breasts, and instead focus on her back.

She rested her head on the pillow and put her arms at her sides. Harry took the bottle of massage potion and poured some on his hand and rubbed his hands together to warm it up. With some trepidation, he slowly touched his mother's naked, soft back and used his hands to spread the oil over her shoulder blades. He frowned when it didn't seem like enough, so he took the bottle up again and poured some more on her back. Lily sighed at the cool sensation.

He used his hands to spread it all over her back, relishing in the feeling of her skin. Try as he may, his thoughts kept turning sexual. His dick was already half erect despite trying to think of anything else but his half naked mother lying next to him, the sides of her breasts begging to be touched, her bubble butt demanding to be groped.

Throughout all this, he was still doing a spectacular job at the massage, and Lily was in heaven. She hadn't noticed Harry's growing erection as she was lost in the sensation of his touch. Her muscles loosened, all the knots that formed because of the many hours bent over cauldrons gradually disappeared with his ministrations. Goosebumps appeared over her arms, and warmth appeared in her core that she hadn't experienced for more than a decade. Through the haze of her contentedness, she realized that she was getting aroused by her son's hands on her back. She immediately tensed up, horrified at her body's reaction.

"Mum?"

Lily took a moment to gather herself before replying. "Yes, dear?"

"Is something the matter? You got tense again, all of a sudden," Harry asked, pausing his massage.

Lily kept her eyes closed, not wanting to risk looking at her son after she had just gotten turned on by him.

She lied and said, "No, nothing like that, just remembered something I forgot to do at the lab."

Harry nodded and continued to run his hands along her back. She gave a small, involuntary moan, and immediately clamped her mouth shut. She was not getting off on this.

Harry was unaware of her thoughts, unaware that she was in the same presence of mind he was. He had done his best to try and calm himself down, but his erection still persisted. He had taken advantage of Lily's closed eyes and tucked it away in his waistband, but it was still rather obvious if she took the time to look at his crotch.

He moved from her back to her arms, gently rubbing the oil on them and massaging her overworked muscles. Soon, both arms were shining just as much as her back and neck

He decided to work on her feet, knowing she stood up for most of the day. He took her left foot in both hands and pressed down on her sole with his thumbs, slowly moving up the foot from her toes to her heel. He repeated this a few times before moving to her other foot. He thought he heard her actually purr when he started, but he didn't think he was doing THAT good of a job.

Lily was in heaven. No one had given her a foot massage since James, she couldn't even remember the last time she had felt this good. She didn't even realize her feet were that sore. She felt his hands move over her yoga pants and start massaging her calves. Oh god. She would have melted to the floor had she not already been lying down. So lost was she in the amazing feelings that she didn't object, or even care, when she felt his hands gradually move from her calves to her thighs, right below her ass. She felt him push her legs apart so access more of her muscles, and still didn't care.

Harry's eyes were wide and his mouth slightly agape. He was using both hands to massage his mother's right thigh, and she had said nothing! He was right below her butt, his hand actually grazing the bottom portion which so gloriously defied gravity and protruded outwards, and her only reaction was a small smile on her face, and the occasional sigh of contentment. His mother's legs were very toned, and touching them like he was wasn't helping get rid of his erection at all – but he found himself not caring. Lust had taken over his mind, and his earlier objections to having these thoughts about his mother were easily ignored now. It still felt wrong, but somehow that wrongness made him even more excited.

Overcome by lust, he decided to take a huge risk and tempt fate. He closed his eyes and removed his hands from his mother's thighs and placed one on each butt cheek, and took a firm hold of them. He sat still for a moment and held his breath, waiting for his mother to smite him to hell for daring to fondle her like this, but nothing happened. He opened his eyes and glanced at her face – it was still the same as before. He would have thought she was sleeping if not for the way she shifted and moved and clenched her cheeks together in response to his actions.

Harry bit his lip and started to knead her cheeks together. He pulled them apart, only to let go and let them slap back together again. He stopped really thinking at this point, letting his lust guide his hands to wherever it wanted them to go. From her ass, he moved back down to her thighs, but went for the inner thighs instead, where he gently ran his hands alongside. Slowly, his hands went up until they were at the threshold of her groin, just an inch from the wet spot he could see on the pants.

The sight of the wet spot broke him out of his lust – his mother was enjoying this. He didn't know what to do. He could continue and break every traditional mother-son bond that they had… or he could stop, and forever wonder 'what if'.

Fuck it. He was a 15 year old boy, he had needs! He took the dive and ran a finger across the wet spot, right along her slit. She shuddered at his touch, and he heard a soft, but unmistakable sound of lust from her mouth. He grinned and continued rubbing her lips, pushing his hand until it went further up, towards where he knew her clit was. He couldn't see it through the fabric, but he could definitely feel it.

Lily was lost in a haze of wanton lust and relaxation. She hadn't masturbated in years, let alone have another person bring her to the brink of orgasm like her son was doing to her right now. Her son. Her son was furiously rubbing her clit. Oh Merlin, what had she done? What was he doing?

"Harry!" she finally shrieked, her mind finally coming back to full force, in horror at what was happening. Her eyes snapped open and she swiftly turned her head to stare at her son, who was staring back at her with wide, shocked eyes.

They sat there in silence for a few moments before Lily held a hand to her chest to prevent her top from falling off and got up from the mat. She rushed out of the room without saying a word, and ran up to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She tied the bikini top behind her back again, and sat down on the bed, burying her face in her hands.

She couldn't believe that she had allowed Harry to go that far. She could believe that Harry had actually went that far. What kind of mother was she? Not only was she getting off on her son, her son had a clear erection from what she saw.

Her head was a mess of emotions. Her primal nature was screeching at her, demanding to go back to what felt good, but her logical mind was making her realize how fucked up what just happened was. She groaned, not liking the warring state her body and mind were in at the moment

Harry sat on the couch, staring at the mat where he was fingering his mother just ten minutes prior. He was still horny as hell, but he was starting to think about what he had done clearly. He had shattered the relationship he and his mother had – and for what, a few minutes of feeling up a woman? It wasn't like he was a virgin, he had had sex with plenty of girls at Hogwarts (he was the Boy-Who-Lived after all, there were many perks to his fame). It was hard to get together with girls outside of Hogwarts, but it wasn't impossible. Instead, he had felt up his fucking mother, and now he was paying the price.

But goddamn was a body his mother had. And she did like what he was doing to her before she abruptly yelled at him and ran off. Was it really so wrong? She hadn't been with another man since his father had died to save them from Voldemort 14 years ago. She spent all her time working and taking care of him. So what if he gave her some pleasure in return? She obviously wanted and needed it, given her initial reactions, didn't she?

Harry stood up walked up the stairs to Lily's room. He reached out to knock on the closed door but hesitated – was he really going to do this? He was still horny as ever, yeah, but this was his mum. After a few seconds more of hesitation, he got the nerve to knock on her door and weakly say, "Mum?"

There wasn't an answer.

He put his ear to the door to see if he could hear anything. He didn't hear much at first, but then thought he heard something that sounded like a whimper. Harry frowned and pressed his face harder against the door. A few moments later, he heard what was unmistakably a moan of lust.

Harry eyes opened wide in shock. His mum was fuckin' getting off in her room! She did love what happened downstairs, so much so that she was still hot and bothered even after her outburst.

He knocked on the door more insistently this time to make sure Lily had heard it. He chuckled to himself when he then heard a muffled yelp from the other side of the door.

"Mum, please, I'm coming in," he called out.

He slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door and saw Lily sitting on her bed, looking flustered and leaning against the headboard of the bed.

"Harry," Lily started, looking anywhere else except at him. "I don't think we should be talking right now. I think it's best if we each just gave each other some space."

"Mum…"

"No! What happened downstairs wasn't right, Harry, and neither of us are in the right state of mind right now," she said, gesturing at his obvious erection that his pants were doing a poor job of hiding.

Harry made his way to the bed slowly, not wanting to make his mother more skittish than she already looked. He sat softly down on the edge of the bed before replying.

"Was it really so wrong?"

"Yes!" Lily nearly shrieked. "You can't touch your mother like that!"

"Why? Didn't it feel nice?"

"Ye – no! That doesn't matter! What we did was completely out of line, Harry, how can you not see that?!" Lily cried out, burying her face into her hands again.

They both remained silent for a minute. Finally, Harry moved closer to his mother and sat down next to her.

"I'm sorry, Mum," he whispered, putting an arm around her and pulling her in for a hug.

She froze for a moment before sighing and hugging him back.

Harry looked at his mother and saw an opportunity.

"Why don't I just finish giving you that massage, Mum…" he said as he maneuvered himself between her and the headrest. Before she had a chance to protest being between his legs, clad only in her bikini top and yoga pants with a huge wet spot, he grasped both of her shoulders in his hands and started to massage them.

She nearly melted into his arms. "Ha – Har – we can't – ohh…"

"Shh, it's ok, Mum, it's ok to feel good." He said, whispering in her ear. She tried to push him away with her hands, but he shushed her quietly again and gently grasped her hands in his right hand. He pulled them up until they were flat against the headboard above his head, and used picked up his wand with his left hand and cast a sticking spell, making it impossible for her to pry her hands away.

"Just let go, Mum…"

Lily gave a half-hearted struggle, but shivered at the feeling of breath rushing past her ears and stopped protesting because of how good she was feeling. The warmth was starting to come back, building up from her core right down to her groin.

Harry moved his hands from massaging her shoulders to her back. Ever so slowly, his fingers undid the bikini tie. If Lily noticed, she didn't say anything or react. His hands crept towards her side, massaging her back as they went, until they were right up to the sides of her chest.

He spent a minute massaging her sides, before going back to the sides of her chest and slowly running his hands back and forth until he was firmly holding both globes in his hand under her loose bikini top. They were more than a handful, and extremely firm, as expected.

Lily was biting her lip and writhing sensually on him, overcome by her lust and letting herself be lost in it. He threw caution to the wind and started playing with her tiny pink nipples, causing her to moan loudly. She threw her head back onto his shoulder and closed her eyes shut.

Leaving his left hand to play with her tit, his right hand crept downwards, across her taut stomach. He reached the waistband of her pants and pushed his hand under. He felt a thin strip of hair only, and as soon as he touched her clit, he knew, because her entire body started shaking. He smirked and kissed his mum's neck softly as he rubbed her clit in a circular motion. He noticed her muscles straining in her arms as she unconsciously tried to bring them closer to her body.

She started panting heavily with her head still on his shoulder so he started rubbing her clit faster and started tweaking her left nipple. She started mewling in his ear and thrusting her hips up to meet his hand. He turned his head and lightly nipped at her inviting neck – this seemed to set her off completely and she squealed and bucked up against his body as an orgasm hit her.

He couldn't believe how strong her orgasm was and how long is lasted. He could see her pants were wet from all the juices flowing out of her snatch. He softly muttered, "Finite Incantatem!" to release her hands, and gently pushed her down until she was lying on the bed on her back. She was still in her orgasmic high and barely even noticed what he was doing. He took another moment to admire her full breasts before slowly backing out of the room and closing the door.

The next morning, Harry stood at the top of the stairs, pumping himself up inside his head. He couldn't act weak, he couldn't act sorry, he needed to act like nothing monumental had happened. If he budged one inch from his stance, he knew the game was over.

He took a deep breath and composed himself before heading down the stairs and entering the kitchen, where his mother was sitting at the table eating her toast, clad in a heavy robe. His plate of food set across the table.

"Morning, Mum!" he chirped, sitting down.

Lily stared at him with her toast in hand, not comprehending his nonchalant mood. "Good… morning, Harry."

Harry merely smiled at her and buttered his toast before taking a big bite.

"Hey, Mum, you don't mind if I go out with Ron and Hermione for the afternoon, do you? He wanted to go to Diagon to check out the Quidditch store and Hermione said she could use some new books."

He almost smirked when she continued to stare at him in confusion.

"Er, ye – yeah, that should be fine?" she answered.

"Great!"

They finished their meal up in an uncomfortable silence (at least for Lily) and Harry got up to go put his plate in the sink and head to the Burrow.

Before he could go to the floo, however, his mother finally had enough and he heard her say, "Wait, Harry."

He turned around and asked, "What is it, Mum?"

"We need to talk about what happened yesterday," she said, her face turning red from embarrassment. She couldn't even look at him, instead looking down at the table.

Harry grinned. "What happened?"

She stood up suddenly from the table and pushed her chair back, finally reaching the point where his behavior was starting to anger her. "You know very well what happened, young man!"

"No, I'm afraid not. Could you tell me?"

Lily actually growled and stalked towards Harry, her green eyes flashing. She poked at his chest forcefully with her finger and said, "You – you – you took advantage of me!"

"I did what now?" said Harry, even more amused at her accusation. "Did you go drinking last night?"

"No!"

"Then how did I take advantage?"

"You know what you did!"

Harry was now up against the kitchen wall. He smiled at Lily, grabbed her by the shoulders, and quickly reversed places with her – now she was the one up against the wall, with Harry pressed up against her closely.

Identical pairs of green eyes looked into one another. Harry whispered, "Tell me you didn't like it, Mum. Tell me you didn't love it."

"Harry…"

"Tell me."

Lily bit her lip and tried to push Harry away from her, his growing erection obviously poking into her thigh. He reached out and grabbed her hands again and put them above her head. Just like the previous night, he cast the sticking charm to make them stay there.

"Harry!" his mum shrieked.

He let his hands roam free over her robe, feeling all the delightful bumps and curves she had to offer.

"Yes?" he murmered, bringing his face closer to hers, and pushing his body more insistently against her own.

If Lily wasn't stuck to the wall by her hands she might have needed help standing up, as her knees became weaker at what Harry was doing to her.

"Harry, please… what we're doing isn't right."

"You keep saying that, Mother, but it's always half-hearted and your body always seems to want more," Harry said, bringing his lips to his mother's for a soft peck.

She looked at him with wide eyes and didn't say a word.

"Admit it, Mum, you liked how I made you feel last night. You liked giving up control to me."

He tugged her robe open a bit and put a hand in, palming her right breast. She gasped out loud.

"Harry…"

"Just tell me you didn't like it, Mum, tell me that it didn't feel right, and I'll stop."

"Ohhh," she moaned as his hand moved to her ass and grabbed it.

Harry kept pressing onwards. "And you like what I'm doing now, don't you?" he asked, moving his other hand to the rope keeping her robe together and releasing it from its knot, causing the robe to fall open and reveal his mother's nude body in all its majesty. Perfect and pale, her large breasts stood proudly firm without needing any assistance from a bra. Her toned stomach and the womanly flare of her hips made his erection throb nearly painfully.

He rubbed the thin strip of pubic hair he had felt last and whispered, "You're so beautiful, Mum."

His fingers probed further until they were tickling her nether lips. She whimpered when a finger parted them by the tiniest amount.

"Tell me to stop, Mum."

He smiled when she didn't say a word.

"Do you want me to go on, then?"

He started rubbing her pussy lips back and forth, back and forth, until her breathing got increasingly heavier.

"Say it, Mum, say you want this to continue!" he told her in a demanding tone.

She whimpered and her knees buckled. "Pl – please…"

"Say it!" he ordered again.

"YES, GODDAMNIT, YES, MAKE ME CUM, HARRY!"

"That's all I needed to hear," he said and thrust a finger up into her wet opening. "Holy damn, you're tight, Mum!"

She didn't say anything in response, just closed her eyes and bucked her hips up to force the finger to go further in.

Harry wanted to put more in, but he resolved to wait until his mother told him to.

After a few moments he thought he heard his mum say something.

"Sorry, what was that, Mum?" he asked.

"More…" she whimpered.

He smirked. "More what?"

"Goddamnit, Harry, do me faster, harder, MORE FINGERS!" she shrieked at him like a banshee, at her wit's end trying to get off.

"Of course!" he chirped. He introduced another finger into her small opening, and then another. Soon enough he was finger banging his mother against the wall as fast as he could piston his hand in and out of her. She screamed in ecstasy.

He reached up with his other hand and pawed at her breasts and leaned his head down to take her other nipple into his mouth and bit down hard. She shrieked at the mixture of pleasure and pain, but didn't protest.

"Oh, god, Harry, oh god!" she exclaimed, wrapping her legs around his waist. She was now entirely supported by her son and her hands still stuck on the wall.

Harry stopped sucking her tit and grinned at her, before moving in for another kiss as she was still moaning his name. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues dueled for dominance. Harry stopped the kiss as abruptly as it started as he was starting to run out of breath. He lay butterfly kisses along her jawline and her neck before nipping at her neck softly. She mewled and moaned as he suckled her neck. He started rubbing her clit with his thumb, and that's what finally set Lily off. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and she lurched up against him in a noiseless scream as her body shuddered up against his.

As the orgasm ended, she weakly sagged up against the wall, no longer having the energy to keep her legs around Harry.

Harry's fingers came out of her and she sighed at their absence. He absentmindedly licked them clean as he gazed at his mother's glorious form.

"Oh come now, you don't think that's the end, do you?"

Lily looked at her son, not understanding what he was saying.

He gestured down to his crotch. "Look, I helped myself last night, but I think you owe me after all this."

Without letting her say anything, he released her hands from the sticking spell, and gently but forcefully pushed her shoulders down until she was on his knees in front of him, her face level with his groin. He reached down and pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing up his dick to stand proudly erect, the throbbing purple head seemingly with a life of its own thumping down to hit Lily's forehead as it came free. Harry was amused at the precum smeared on her forehead.

"I'm sure you know what to do now, Mum," Harry said suggestively, inching forward until his bulbous head touched her lips.

With a little hesitation, Lily parted her lips and engulfed the head. She started softly sucking at it, tasting the salty fluids her son was leaking.

Harry groaned at the sensation of a warm mouth on his dick after all this time. He had to concentrate on not blowing his load off right away.

"Ah, shit, that feels so good." He moaned as she wrapped her small hand around the base of his cock and started pumping it as she licked and sucked at the head. He ran his hands through her hair during her blowjob and focused on how silky it was to take his mind off of cumming right then and there.

After a half minute of it, he could barely stand up. "Fuck," he swore. He grabbed her by the hair, making her look up at him in question. Instead of answering, he just started backing away to the table where the chairs were, and dragged her along with him. She was forced to endure the humiliation of crawling with her mouth still on his dick as he led her to the table. Amazingly enough, her pussy tingled at the degrading way she was being treated by her own son.

"You suck cock like a fucking pro, Mum," he exclaimed, motioning her to continue her blowjob. Instead of letting her do her own thing, however, this time he grabbed her by the hair again and bobbed her head up and down on his cock, forcing it further down her throat each time. She started gagging and tried to push off with her hands on his knees. "Uh uh uh, no hands, you little slut."

To both his and her surprise, she listened to him instead of getting mad at the name, and put her hands behind her back. Harry grinned and said, "You always were just a little slut at heart, weren't you, Mummy?"

His words and tone and the incredible taboo of the situation seemed to excite her even more, making her moan on his dick and cause wonderful vibrations around it.

Harry grabbed her hair hard enough to hurt, causing her to squeal. "Let's see how much of a whore you are, eh, Mum?"

He forced her head fully down on his dick. Her nose was crammed into his groin, the unruly bush of hair giving off a musky pungent aroma. She gurgled around his dick and started gagging, with the head of his cock irritating her throat. He pulled her off and she barely had time to breath before being forced down again. Her eyes started to water and tears started rolling down her face as she found it difficult to fully breath.

The gagging and wet gurgling sounds coming from the facefuck was bringing Harry closer and closer to eruption. Finally, he thrusted one last time into his mother's mouth and held it there.

He grunted loudly as he finally came straight down Lily's throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop. He let go of her hair and pushed her off, she fell back on her ass, inadvertently revealing her body to him as she coughed and wretched on the floor, attempting to get rid of the excess saliva in her mouth and get air back into her lungs. Her face was a mess with tears and saliva and cum all over it, but she had never looked sexier to Harry.

Harry looked down at her appreciatively as his raging erection finally started to come down. After she got her breath back, she looked up at him with her messy face, her breasts heaving with her deep breathing. Without any prompting, she got back on her knees and started to clean his cock up with her mouth, sucking and licking away all the juices that were still on it.

"Mm, that's a good girl, Mum," Harry crooned to her, patting her head in praise.

She looked up at him with smoldering emerald eyes and flashed him a quick smile as she dragged her tongue from his balls to the head.

"I think that's enough for now, though, I do really have to meet up with Ron and Hermione," he said, getting up and pulling his pants back up, satisfied at his mother's clean up.

He could see the disappointment on her face and chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll be home for dinner. Why don't you make us something nice, hmm?"

Harry gave her a peck on the forehead and made his way to the floo. "Oh, by the way, when I get back, I want to see you dressed only in your sexiest lingerie – nothing else."

He was gone before Lily could respond.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Is something on your mind?"

Harry looked up from absentmindedly browsing the shelves at Flourish and Blotts. He saw Hermione looking quizzically at him. He supposed he must have been rather quiet without Ron around to engage him; he was still a bit in shock at what had happened with his mother.

He shrugged and said, "No, why would you say that?"

Hermione bit her lip. "You just seem to be otherwise occupied today. Is this – is this about what happened between-"

"No," Harry interrupted. He put his hand up to stop Hermione from speaking. "Nothing like that. I thought we agreed we wouldn't talk about it."

"But you've been so quiet since Ron went off to Quality Quidditch Supplies, I just thought…" she trailed off uncomfortably.

"What happened was wrong and I've forgotten about it, Hermione," said Harry with a tone of finality. "I suggest you do as well."

Hermione whispered, "It was so wrong."

"Well there's nothing to be done about it now, is there?" asked Harry, crossing his arms and staring at her.

~~

A couple months before

A wild, raucous cheer rose from the collective 5th and 7th years in the Great Hall as Fred and George hoisted up a gigantic crate of Ogden's Old Firewhisky. It was the evening of the last day of their OWL and NEWT examinations, and as per Hogwarts tradition, every 5th and 7th year from every House was given free reign of the Great Hall for the night. This one night, there were no house hostilities – every single one of the teens was just glad to be done with their grueling study schedule and the stress of their exams to be angry at anyone.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the twins and muttered, "Unbelievable."

Harry and Ron looked at each other over her head and snickered.

"Aw, don't be like that, luv, we deserve to celebrate!" Ron whooped and grabbed his girlfriend's shoulders in one arm. He gave her a kiss on her bushy hair and smiled down at her. She smiled up at him, a faint blush on her cheeks.

Now it was Harry's turn to roll his eyes. Ron and Hermione had just gotten together a few months prior, and public displays of affection were becoming all too common.

"I'm going to go grab us some drinks!" Harry shouted over the commotion in the room.

Ron smiled and nodded at him, while Hermione tried to protest that she didn't want to partake in it. Harry chose to ignore her and went off to get the drinks.

He walked to the table and bullied his way through the crowd.

Harry raised his hand to get the twins' attention and shouted. "Fred! Need three glasses!"

"Of course, my dear hero, coming right up!" said Fred, grinning at Harry as George ignored the other students clamoring for his attention and filled three glasses up with the Firewhisky for their silent partner.

Harry smirked at the joker and magically levitated the drinks in front of him before walking back to his friends.

"Oi! Enough with the snogging already!" Harry said in exasperation, watching his two friends break apart. Hermione was blushing furiously, Ron just grinned at Harry.

Ron pulled Hermione closer and laughed. "You've been with every girl you've wanted since third year, mate, don't get jealous now that I've finally got a bird of my own."

"Ron!" Hermione elbowed him hard in the stomach. "I'm not your 'bird', you pig!"

"Oh, shut it, both of you!" Harry groaned, not wanting to get into another one of their infamous little spats. "Tonight is about celebration! Let's drink!"

Harry levitated the drinks to each of his friends. Ron took it enthusiastically; Hermione took it with hesitation.

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with this," Hermione said, looking at her glass doubtfully. "We're not supposed to drink until we're 17!"

Ron sighed and said, "Oh, don't be such a goody-goody, Hermione. Everyone is doing it, even the other prefects and Head Boy and Girl!"

Hermione looked around and saw that he was telling the truth, there was nary a single soul in the Hall that wasn't letting loose.

Harry raised his glass and toasted. "To finally finishing our OWLs!"

Ron cheered and clinked his glass with Harry's, and they both turned expectantly towards Hermione. She pursed her lips, but gave in with a small smile. "I'll drink to that!"

Harry and Ron both cheered and clinked their glasses with Hermione before downing their drinks. Hermione looked at hers and decided to take the plunge and also down it in one go.

Harry looked at Hermione as she took the shot and watched as her face got red and she spluttered for a moment.

"That's my girl!" Ron whooped, clapping Hermione on her back.

She burped, and a little flame escaped her mouth. Harry and Ron both stared at her with open jaws, as they had never seen Hermione be anything but proper. She squeaked and turned even redder, and her arms flew up to her mouth in mortification.

Ron looked at Harry and said, "I've gotta see that again, Harry."

Harry looked at Ron and just started laughing. Soon enough, both Ron and Hermione joined in, the atmosphere and drink getting even Hermione's inhibitions down. The night continued, they danced, they partied, and Harry had no problem finding multiple girls to make out with whenever Ron and Hermione got a bit too preoccupied to spend time with him.

Later in the night, or very early the next morning, the party started to break up and students started drunkenly stumbling towards their common room. The trio were among the last to reach the Gryffindor tower, and Ron immediately waved both of his friends goodnight as he slowly waddled his way upstairs. He had drunk more than either, and had barely made the trek back.

Hermione and Harry collapsed in the common room sofa, watching and giggling at the drunken kids still walking around trying to get their bearings. Soon enough, it was just the two of them sitting in a comfortable silence, watching the fireplace crackle and pop.

Harry started and started fumbling around in his sweater pocket. Hermione looked at him in confusion until he stopped and brought out a nearly full bottle of Firewhisky.

He grinned at her and said, "Fred and George hooked me up with an extra bottle, I forgot until now."

She laughed at him. "Those two really love you, don't they?"

"I did help them start their business up last year," he replied, opening the bottle and taking a swig. "It seems to be working out for them."

He offered the bottle to Hermione and she started to shake her head no. "Oh, lighten up, Hermione. You've already drunk a lot of it, what's this little bit more?"

"Fine, fine," she relented. She was just starting to sober up, but she figured she didn't really need to get up early the next morning, and being drunk was a lot more fun than being sober. She took a large swig and shivered and the caustic liquid swam down her throat and spread heat throughout her body.

Harry laughed. "That's the spirit!"

Both of them fell back into the couch and finished off the bottle between them, getting nice and drunk. Hermione, still wearing her school uniform, hadn't noticed that her skirt had ridden up obscenely high as she got comfortable on the couch. Harry glanced down and saw a long stretch of legs and her young, toned thighs. He could even see a sliver of her red panties.

He giggled drunkenly. "Who woulda thought that you would wear anything other than plain white panties, Hermione?"

Hermione looked where he was staring and saw her lower body almost fully on display. A fully sober Hermione would have been horrified at how much skin she was showing, but a fully drunk Hermione just giggled alongside Harry and actually lifted her skirt up to show her red panties off all the way.

"Hey! I'm not completely uptight," she cried. "Look, this is even a thong!"

She jumped off the couch and staggered to her feet before lifting her skirt up again to show Harry her backside. Sure enough, she was wearing a skimpy red thong under her skirt, which caused her already firm ass to look even sexier.

"Bloody hell, you've been hiding that ass for this long, Hermione?" Harry asked her incredulously. He reached out and palmed it, feeling how tight and firm it was. He gave it a sudden smack, causing her ass to jiggle and making her moan in surprise.

Harry blinked. "Oh, you like that, huh?"

He slapped it again, and she giggled.

"Is that all you got, Harry?" she taunted, looking back at him with saucy eyes. "I barely even felt it!"

"Want to be punished, do you?" Harry asked, getting into a more dominant mindset automatically. He had been playing around with making girls submissive recently, so it was almost second nature to him now in any sexual situation.

He pushed off the couch, and turned Hermione around so she was facing the couch. Then he pushed her down until she was resting on her hands on the couch, while her legs and ass were straight up, in the perfect position for Harry to spank her.

"Let me know if these are too soft for you, you little minx," said Harry.

He reared his hand back and brought it forth on her naked left ass cheek. She groaned and looked back.

"Almost, but it felt a bit like I was being spanked by a little girl, really."

His eyebrows rose, but he upped the ante. He brought his hand back, and again let it loose on her ass, this time with more force. It left the pale white cheek red this time, but Hermione just giggled again.

"Sorry, is there a mosquito in the room or something? I could have sworn that something just pinched my butt."

Harry laughed incredulously. He had no idea Hermione was this much of a pain freak. He decided to go past a simple spanking, and started to undo his belt. He took it out of his pant loops and let it dangle from his hand.

He said, "Alright, Hermione, if my hand wasn't good enough for you, then let's see how you handle this!"

He stepped back, calculated the right distance given the length of his belt, and reared his arm out. The air whistled as the belt hit her dead center on her ass, leaving a bright red thick mark across both cheeks.

Hermione yelped for the first time and actually shouted, "Ow!"

She looked back at him. "Oh, finally decided to let those testicles of yours drop, eh?"

Harry laughed incredulously again. "You're a fucking kinky bitch, aren't you?"

Before she could reply, he drew his arm back and hit her ass with the belt again, as hard as he could. She yelped again, really loudly, and it caused him concern, even in his drunken state.

"Well, we can't have you waking the entire tower up, now, can we?" he asked her, walking back towards her. "I think we need to find a way to make you be quiet."

"Wha-" Hermione started, before being interrupted by Harry yanking down her panties with one fast motion. The position she was in showed off her tight asshole and leaking pussy in all their glory, and Harry took a minute to admire them.

"Jesus, Hermione, since when did you become such a knock-out?" he wondered out loud to himself. "You even shaved! I thought you would be as bushy down here as you are up there!"

He pulled the panties to the floor and had her step out of them. He wadded them up and thrust them into her mouth, without any warning. She took the soaked panties into her mouth without any complaint and just looked at him with smoldering eyes.

"Now THAT should help you keep it down," Harry said. He moved back to his position and hit her ass again with the belt.

She grunted. Most of the sounds she made were muffled by the wadded up thong in her mouth. Harry continued to hit her ass with his belt, and each time she gave a louder and louder grunt. Welts started to appear on her ass, and Harry could see her start getting wetter and wetter. Her legs started wobbling, a mixture of being drunk and being filled with wanton lust making them weak.

"Don't fall over now," Harry told her, throwing the belt to the ground. He undid his pants and kicked off his shoes. Then he pulled his boxers and pants to the ground before stepping out of them and letting his massive erection swing side to side as he made his way towards Hermione.

He reached Hermione and ran the head of his dick against her opening, making it slick with her juices and making her moan in frustration. He smirked down at her glaring face, and started running his dick along her engorged slit, teasing her even more. She responded by moving her hips along with his and started to breath more deeply through her nose as she was coming close to an orgasm.

Sensing this, Harry withdrew his dick and suddenly slammed it into her pussy with all the drunken force he could muster. She was wet enough that it went in with ease, despite her being tight as hell. She shrieked into the thong in her mouth, and her cunt clamped around him, making her tunnel even tighter than Harry thought possible. He thought she might have been choking the life out of little Harry. He withdrew and thrust to the hilt again, forcing her head deep into the sofa cushion. He continued this slow, hard fucking of his best friend, giving her multiple orgasms. Each time she did, he came close, but controlled himself well. A testament to how much sex the Boy-Who-Lived got that even as a 15-year-old drunk, he could control his dick.

Finally, though, as Hermione was literally salivating on the sofa at all the orgasms Harry had given her, Harry couldn't take it anymore. With one more almighty thrust and a loud grunt, he exploded in her, coating her walls with his thick cum. He slipped out of her tight pussy and fell back on his bum onto the floor. His vantage point was fabulous, as he could see Hermione in all her pale glory, leaking her juices (and his, for that matter) down her legs and she too recovered.

She removed the thong from her mouth, sighed and also dropped down to the floor beside Harry, where they both lay in front of the fireplace, bottomless and extremely satisfied.

Hermione dozed off, but Harry remained mostly awake, trying to avoid the spins when he thought he noticed them coming on. After a half hour of simply laying there, he started to sober up. Thirty minutes later, he was nearly completely sober, and a horrified realization of what they had done was setting in.

He had screwed his best friend. Not only that, but both of them had cheated on THEIR best friend Ron. The most loyal friend they could ask for, and he had fucked it all up in a moment of drunken horniness. He started to freak out about someone coming down and seeing them (it was a lucky thing everyone was asleep) and poked Hermione until she woke up.

"Hermione! Get up! Hurry!" he hissed.

She took a deep breath and opened her eyes sleepily. "Harry?"

"You need to get to your room, now!" he said. He got up and started to put his clothes back on.

Hermione blinked at him in confusion before she too got the same horrific realization Harry did.

"Oh, Merlin, what did we do…" she whimpered, tears coming to her eyes.

Harry looked down at her and quietly said. "I know. We screwed up badly."

Tears feel freely down her face and she choked back a sob. Harry pulled her to her feet and handed her the wet thong.

"Listen, you can't tell anyone about this. Ron can never find out."

Hermione didn't say anything, still in shock.

"Hermione!" Harry hissed urgently.

She snapped her face towards his.

"Did you hear me? No one can know what we did. Go to your room and sleep, I'll clean everything up here."

Hermione nodded tearfully and rushed up the girl's staircase. Harry ran a hand through his unruly hair and stared around at the common room, utterly glad that no one had seen them do their despicable act. With a few waves of his wand, any and all fluids were gone. He straightened the couch cushions and looked around to see if they had messed anything up in their drunken stupidity. Seeing nothing amiss, he slowly walked up the boy's staircase to his room, wondering how he could ever do this to his best friend and how he could ever look him in the eye again.

~~

Present day

"Oi!" Ron exclaimed, entering the bookstore. "What's got you two looking so serious?"

Harry and Hermione broke their gaze and shuffled their feet awkwardly.

Hermione went over and gave him a peck on the lips. "Oh, nothing. Harry just thinks I'm taking too long to choose my books."

"Mate, that's not ever going to change," said Ron. "But why would you want to? It's what makes our Hermione so special!"

Hermione smiled and gave him another peck as a reward, and Harry just grinned and shrugged. The rest of the day was spent wandering around Diagon, peeking into Knockturn, and generally just goofing off with his friends. Harry and Hermione had gotten over the awkward stage of hiding what they had done during their last days at Hogwarts, so they didn't make Ron feel suspicious. They both still felt incredibly awful about what they had done, however. They said their farewells after a few hours in the evening, and used the floo to travel to their respective homes.

The fireplace in the Potter household came to life, and Harry appeared in it with a practiced twirl. He stepped out of the fireplace and brushed some soot off of his shirt before looking around for his mother. He heard dishes clattering around in the kitchen and made his way there.

He stopped at the doorway and leaned against it, happy to stare at the scene in front of him. His mother had her back turned towards him, but was wearing only lingerie, just like he had ordered her to. It was a sheer, black lacy set with a flowery design going along the panties, hiding the most intimate parts, but just barely. Her firm ass was delightfully pert; he didn't think she needed the panties for it to stick out so perfectly. Her bare back was only covered by the thin straps of the matching and her flaming red hair, which was let loose down to the middle of her back.

"Evening, Mum," he said, still leaning against the doorframe.

Lily squeaked and spun towards him, making her breasts move around in ways that made his pants tighter than they already were.

"Harry! I… I didn't hear you come in."

She stood awkwardly, still looking unsure about being nearly naked in front of her son. Harry walked towards her as she fidgeted uncertainly.

He stopped right in front of her and gazed into her eyes. They were the same exact height, so it was easy.

"You look beautiful, Mum," he said softly, placing a hand on the small of her back and pulling her towards him. She let him, with very little resistance, and soon their bodies were pressed together, her large breasts squashed between the two of them.

He gave her a soft kiss, which she returned. He nibbled at her lips and flicked his tongue out, tasting them. A second later, she opened her lips up into his and they started making out for the first time. He pushed her up against the counter, but kept the kiss slow and sensual, dragging it out to leave her wanting for more.

Harry broke the kiss apart and stepped back, licking his lips. "Shall we start dinner, then?"

Lily, still leaning on the counter, mutely nodded. The kiss had left her feeling flustered, and pleasant warmth was spreading throughout her body.

Harry sat down at one end of the table, but before Lily could sit down on her seat, he said, "Mum, bring your plate and come here."

Lily paused in sitting down and blinked at him in confusion. "Harry?"

"Now, please," he said in a firm tone.

Lily furrowed her brow. Harry realized that she was still weirded out, like him, at how the power in their relationship had shifted towards him. She was unused to following his commands – but she had followed his order to dress only in lingerie, so she was willing to do it. He just needed to define their relationship a bit more.

After hesitating for a moment, Lily picked up her plate and made her way over to Harry. She stood next to his chair and fidgeted a bit as he looked up and down her body appreciatively before taking her plate from her and saying, "That's good. Now kneel."

He saw her eyes open a bit more in surprise and some more hesitation, but she slowly knelt at his side. He smiled at her and gave her a peck on the forehead as a reward. She beamed at him in response.

Harry turned his attention to the beautiful meal she had prepared and dug in, after placing her plate beside his. From the edge of his peripheral vision he saw her staring at him in complete and utter confusion.

"Harry, what on earth are you-"

Harry interrupted her. "Shh. You'll get your food after I eat mine, Mum."

"But why can't-" Lily tried to speak again but was again rebuffed by Harry.

"I told you to shush, didn't I? Don't speak again until I finish eating," he said, firmly, but gently.

He saw her open her eyes wide and saw an almost imperceptible shiver go down her exquisite body. He smiled when she didn't say anything.

"In fact, why don't we give that pretty mouth of yours something to do while you wait? Go under the table and service me while I eat."

Lily bit her lip and nodded. She crawled under the table and Harry felt her delicate hands undo the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. He lifted himself up off the chair for a moment to allow her to pull his pants down and sighed when he felt his erection spring free after being hard for so long. He kicked the jeans away and sat down bottomless.

He clenched his toes as he felt his mother's warm mouth slowly engulf his head and let out a grunt of satisfaction. Truly, life didn't get much better than a hot woman giving him a blowjob under the table as he ate a meal she had prepared for him.

It took all his concentration to not succumb to the erotic feelings shooting from his groin throughout his body and focused on the food instead. He felt her hand cup his balls and fondle them as she suckled at his head and worked her way down the shaft. He finished rather fast as a result of giving all his attention to the meal instead of having an orgasm right then and there.

He let Lily continue her ministrations for a few more moments before he felt his orgasm building up. He opened his eyes and saw his mum's uneaten dish and got a devious idea. He gently pushed his mother off his dick and stood up, grasping it with one hand and taking Lily's plate in the other. He paid no attention to his mother, still kneeling under the table breathing heavily, and started jerking off furiously, aiming his cock towards the plate. A second later, he erupted, spewing copious amounts of thick, white cum onto the chicken breast and mashed potatoes. He gasped as he finally lost control, but made sure to squeeze every last drop onto the plate before setting it down and falling back into his seat.

Harry glanced down and saw Lily looking at him in confusion, as she hadn't been paying attention in the beginning and the table blocked her view. "Just wanted to add a little sauce to your dish, Mum." He chuckled at his little joke and winked at her. He motioned her to come out from under the table, and maneuvered the chair so he faced her as she knelt at his side.

He took the fork and spread his semen all over the chicken as a depraved sort of gravy, and mixed it with the potatoes before cutting a piece off and offering it to his kneeling mother. She reached out with her hand to grasp the fork, but he pulled back and tutted. "Now now, Mum, no hands."

Understanding dawned in her eyes and she meekly put her hands back on her knees (which were really starting to ache, having knelt on the hard wood floor for so long) and opened her mouth. He fed her the chicken piece and watched her as she chewed it. She had a peculiar expression on her face, and after she had swallowed he said, "You can speak now, if you want, Mum."

She looked up at him and asked, "Did you finish in my dinner, Harry?"

He laughed. "Yup! How's the taste?"

Lily licked her lips and smiled at him. "Salty, but good."

They spent the next minutes sitting at the table, with Harry feeding her cum-infused dinner to her, as a master would feed his beloved pet part of his meal at the dinner table. When he was half done, he took it a step further and placed one of the pieces on the ground.

"Go on, Mum, eat it," he encouraged her, as she stared at him in disbelief.

Without thinking, she reached for it with her hands.

"Ah ah! No hands, remember?"

She looked at him pleadingly and said, "Harry… please. I think that's going a little far."

"No, Mum. You need to learn to listen to me."

"But why? Why this?"

"Because you like it."

At that matter of fact statement, her face burned red. It was true, and she couldn't deny it. Her panties were already soaked from being treated like a pet, and being spoonfed her dinner as she knelt on the ground. Harry motioned her to eat it.

She looked at the chicken piece and bent forward, getting on her hands and knees. She picked the piece of meat up with her teeth, trying not to think of how dirty the floor must be, and ate it. Harry smiled down at her and gave her a pat on the head. "Such a good girl."

She shouldn't have felt pride at those words, but for some reason her pussy clenched and she did.

Harry put the remaining pieces of chicken on the floor, in a line leading up to the living room, where he sat on the couch and motioned her to continue. She was forced to crawl, picking up pieces with her teeth as she came towards him. It was an incredibly erotic sight, her lithe body slowly crawling towards him – her thong clad ass wiggling sexily.

The last piece was a few feet in front of the couch, and she stopped there, as Harry still had the plate with the remaining mashed potatoes on it. He got off the couch and scraped the remaining potatoes onto the wooden floor in front of her.

He ordered, "Lick it all up."

To her credit, she only hesitated for a moment before running her tongue along the floor, and gathering all the potatoes (and whatever dirt there was on the floor) she could before swallowing. Harry nodded in satisfaction and walked around her in a circle, admiring her form – the way her red hair fell across her naked shoulders, and how her big breasts hung down as she was on her hands and knees. He stopped at her back and then admired her incredibly plump ass. He could see her pink rosebud from this angle, as the thong didn't do much to hide it.

She was still licking the food off the floor as he knelt behind her and slowly pulled the thong down. It stuck to her crotch as she had been leaking fluids the entire dinner, giving him a lewd view of her dripping quim from behind. She gave a low moan of surprise and looked back at him, but he motioned her to finish her food. He ran a finger along her slit, making her quiver, and tasted her. He coated the finger with his saliva, and pushed it up against her asshole. It went in after some slight resistance. He couldn't believe how tight she was. He could barely get up the first knuckle before he had to push harder to get more in.

Lily had finished her meal and gasped loudly in surprise. "Harry, nobody has ever been in there before!"

He looked up to see her face turned around and looking back at him. He grinned and replied, "There's a first time for everything, like you always say, Mum."

He pushed his finger in more and Lily gasped at the strange sensation. It felt even stranger to her when he started pulling it back. She whimpered at the strange feelings as Harry started to finger fuck her ass. Harry smirked when she squeaked after he abruptly pulled it all the way out. He got up and went back to sit on the couch, taking off his shirt as well.

"Stand up, Mum."

Lily got up and stood, showing off her toned body to Harry. Her pussy was still dripping, and was red and engorged with lust. He motioned her to take her bra off, and she did. Her large breasts really didn't need the bra, as they stood perk and firm, defying gravity proudly. She had small areola and cute pink nipples looking like they were hard enough to cut through stone.

"Merlin, you're gorgeous, Mum," said Harry. That's not going to save you from your punishment, though."

Lily gave a start. "Wait, what? Punishment?"

Harry gave her a look. "Mum, you questioned almost every order I gave you. We can't have that, can we?"

"But…" she protested. "That's not fair, we never agreed on anything!"

She crossed her arms and stared defiantly at him. It made her breasts do amazing things and his cock, already rock hard, twitched.

"We never really talked about anything, but it was pretty much understood, wasn't it?" Harry replied.

"I am not going to 'punished' by my own son!" Lily seethed, making air quotes when she said the word punished.

"We stopped being purely mother and son the moment I gave you an orgasm in your bed, Mum."

Lily blushed, and Harry grinned.

"Let's get it straight, then, shall we?" Harry said. "You no longer hold the power in this house – I do. We'll continue to act normal in public, of course, but in this house, you do what I say without question. Is that understood?"

"No!" Lily shouted, chest heaving. "This has gone on far enough. It's been fun and kinky up till now, Harry, but I am still your mother and you will listen to me!"

Harry narrowed his eyes and got up and stared his mother down.

"Mothers don't crawl around like dogs and lick food off the ground, do they?" he asked her viciously.

Lily narrowed her eyes right back and hissed, "Sons don't treat their mothers like that, either!"

Harry smirked. "You liked it, though, didn't you?"

Lily glared. "Whatever this was, it's done. Something is wrong with you, young man."

Harry brought his hand to her crotch and felt how wet she was. "Looks like you did like it after all. Something also seems to be wrong with you!"

His mother turned bright red, in anger or humiliation he couldn't tell, and swiftly turned and walked away. He panicked for a second, before a rush of anger overtook him and he grabbed her by the hand before she could leave.

"Harry!" Lily shrieked. "Let go of me this instant!"

Harry didn't respond, but he dragged her by her hand over to the sofa and plopped down onto it, pulling his mother down over his knees in the classic spank position.

"Don't you dare!" Lily shouted, struggling to get free.

He grabbed her flailing hands and pinned them against her back before using his right hand to lay a resounding SMACK onto her ass with all his might. Her pale butt turned bright red and he could see the handprint on it. She gave an unholy shriek of pain, and his dick started throbbing again under her stomach.

He smacked the other cheek, marveling at his handprint.

She shrieked again and pleaded with him, turning her head to look at him. He wasn't surprised to see tears in her eyes. "Please, Harry!"

Harry had been sexually active for years. Vanilla sex was plain boring to him, as he could have nearly any girl in Hogwarts if he played his cards correctly. He got used to it after a year or so of constant fulfillment. Dominating girls, making them obey his whim, got him off now. So tears in Lily's eyes was more of a turn on than anything, especially since he could see her pussy clench and continue to be engorged. She was getting off on this, even if she didn't want to admit it. So, he continued.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

Lily wailed every time he spanked her, and tears started dripping down her face – but the most interesting thing happened on the sixth smack. As soon as it landed, a jolt shot through her, and she had the most intense orgasm of her life. She shuddered in Harry's arms and went still as the orgasm took over.

Harry smiled, knowing he was right all along. His mother wanted this, she just couldn't admit it to herself. She was still crying from the pain of his harsh spanking, so he lifted her up so she was straddling him on the sofa, his dick and balls right up against her stomach. She looked at him blearily through teary, emerald eyes and he smiled softly at her.

He wiped the tears away from her eyes and face with his thumbs and then lay her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, humming a soft melody to help her relax. As she relaxed on his lap, he started planting butterfly kisses along her neck and shoulder, making her squirm in pleasure. She started moaning and moving her body against his, his erect dick in between them loving the sensations. She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked him straight in the eye, unsure of what to do.

Harry smiled at her and said, "Kiss me, Mum."

She smiled tremulously and leaned forward to capture his lips in her own. It started off slow, both of them suckling at the others lips, before opening their mouths to let their tongues meet. As they explored each other's mouth for the second time, it got more and more heated until Harry couldn't take it anymore. He lifted both of them off the couch and knelt on the floor, pushing his mother down and laying on top of her before continuing to snog her like his life depended on his. His hips lifted and he used a hand to guide it towards her cunt, breaking off the kiss and looking deep into her eyes.

Emerald gazed into emerald as Harry penetrated her, and both gasped as they finally consummated their depraved love. She was tight, oh so tight, but Harry entered her with ease because of how wet she was. Her walls were velvet smooth and hot, and she used her muscles to clench around him periodically as he penetrated her. He groaned with pleasure and dropped his face down to her neck while he started fondling her breasts. He started sucking at it, and nipped at it, making her yelp in surprise.

Finally, their hips met, and he was fully entrenched within her. Their bodies writhed together on the floor of their living room and he started thrusting in and out of her as fast as he possibly could.

"I… I… I love you, Harry!" Lily cried out, struggling to speak as she was plowed for the first time in nearly 15 years. She hadn't felt the weight of a man on her since James had died, and hadn't realized how much she had missed the feeling.

Harry slowed down and nuzzled her neck before responding. "I love you too, Mum."

He picked up her legs and had her bring them back and hold them by her head so he had full access to her pussy. With renewed vigor, he thrust into her until he finally came, spilling his seed deep within her body. As he came, she did too from the feeling of his orgasm. She gasped and shook, releasing her legs. Harry collapsed on top of her, and they both remained there for a few minutes, still connected and breathing heavily.

With a lewd shlick, his dick plopped out of her and he collapsed at her side. Their combined juices flowed out of her and pooled on the floor beneath her. He chuckled and somehow found the strength to push himself off the floor and onto the sofa.

"Mum."

"Hmm?" Lily responded, still lying down and resting.

"Get up," he laughed.

She blearily opened her eyes and smiled up at him. She got her upper body off the ground and was in the process of getting to her feet when he said, "But before you do, clean that up, will you? It won't do for any guests to come in and see that mess on the floor."

Lily looked at him in confusion, and followed his gaze to the floor between her legs, at the pool of her fluids and his cum.

"Harry…"

Harry was firm. "Mum! We just talked about this."

She bit her lip and nodded, and resumed her earlier position on her hands and knees. With hesitation, she leaned forward to lick the juices off the floor. Harry saw her scrunch her face up in disgust, but he was proud to see she didn't let it stop her from cleaning it all up with her tongue, leaving the floor spotless.

"There's a good girl. Now you can come and sit with me," Harry said, patting his leg to indicate where she should sit.

Lily thankfully got up and rested her beautiful behind on Harry's lap, snuggling into his open arms and resting her head on his chest. Harry gave her a kiss on the top of her head and started tracing circles around one of her nipples, sending tingles down her body. He moved his hand down and started rubbing her pussy and clit slowly. She gave a lovely sigh and fully relaxed into his body. Harry explored his mother's body for a while before finally moving them up to the master bedroom to sleep together in bed.

Lily hummed in contentment as she fried up some bacon in the pan for Harry. He was still asleep, sleeping in as he usually did. She had just had her shower, so her hair was still damp, and her thin, silk robe clung to her body, showing off every curve.

It had been a couple of weeks since Harry first took control of her, two weeks since he made her his. It had a rough start. After that first night, she was mostly willing to do anything, but the weirdness of their situation, and the taboo nature of it made her recoil more than once. Harry had had to punish her more than once. The punishments ranged from spanking or whipping her ass with his belt, to tying her up and stuffing her into his school trunk for the entire night, with only a vibrator in her pussy to keep her company.

She absently twirled her wand to her side, where she was also making an omelet. It flipped over and made a nice sizzling sound, which masked the sound of Harry's feet padding towards her from behind.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, surprising her enough that she gave a small shriek, which turned into a moan of contentment when he started massaging her breasts through her robe. She turned her head and caught his lips in hers, eagerly opening up her mouth to let their tongues dance around.

Harry broke the kiss off and murmured against her lips, "Good morning, Mum,"

She smiled and gave him a peck. "Good morning, sweetheart."

After another kiss, he admonished her. "Don't let my food burn, Mum."

Lily gave a start. She had forgotten all about the food, too lost his in hands exploring all over her body. With relief, she saw that everything was fine, and just about ready. She flicked her wand and the fires died down.

As she plated his food, he untied her robe and drew it off of her. Lily placed the food on the table, and as what had become a daily ritual, she got on her hands and knees and crawled under the table. Harry was already completely nude, so it took no time at all for her to worship his cock with her mouth.

"I've been thinking, Mum," said Harry. "I did wrong by Ron, and I can't stop feeling guilty about it."

She didn't know where he was going with this, but hummed her encouragement while her mouth was full with his balls.

"I've already told him to come over today. I'll make myself scarce when he does, and I want you to seduce him. Maybe then he'll understand what happened between me and Hermione."

She stopped her suckling, and looked up at her son in aghast. "What! No!"

Harry frowned down at her and gave her slapped her quickly across the face. It wasn't hard, just enough to redden it and sting a bit.

"I'm not asking, and you should know that. I also didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

Lily, suitably chastened, went back to deepthroating her son. Her mind whirled, however. Whatever was going on with her son was one thing, but bringing another person into the mix was dangerous.

The more she thought about it, though, the hotter she became. It would raise this kink to a whole new level, and just the thought of it was enough to make goosebumps erupt on her skin.

"Good girl," said Harry, abruptly rising from his seat and taking his cock away. She made an involuntary whine from the back of her throat when her toy was taken away. He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. "Time for your breakfast now, Mum."

He grabbed her by the hair and she dutifully followed him on her hands and knees to the corner of the kitchen, where he poured a bowl of dry cereal for her to eat. She sighed inwardly. She had resisted this at first, wanting to have a real breakfast, but Harry had told her that this was to teach her her correct place in the house.

She knew she couldn't use her hands, so she stuck her face in the bowl and started grabbing the food with her mouth and chewing the flakes.

"Where's your wand, Mum?"

Lily looked up and swallowed her food. "It should be on the counter, Master."

He nodded and went to get it as she resumed her breakfast. She nearly choked in surprise a few moments later when she felt what could only be her wand being slowly pushed into her plump backdoor.

Harry muttered something under his breath, and she arched her back as a warm fluid filled her insides and lubricated them. Harry pushed her stomach roughly to the ground, crushing her tits into the hard wood floor, and she put her ass up in the air unbidden. She groaned in anticipation as Harry brought his beautiful dick in between her legs and slid it across her slit, making it wet with her juices.

"You ready for me to fuck you up the ass, Mum?" he jeered down at her.

"Merlin, yes, baby, hurry up and put it in there!" she moaned.

She felt his pulsating cock press up against her rosebud and tried to loosen herself up as much as possible. His head slipped in with a little difficulty, her backdoor was tight as hell, which was why Harry loved fucking it so much.

Lily heard her son breathing heavily above her, then felt him start to move ever so slowly out, then back in, only using his head for now. After a half minute of this she finally cracked, turned her head around and nearly screeched, "Hurry the fuck up and bugger me, you brat!"

Immediately she knew that it was the wrong thing to do when Harry's eyes became flinty.

"Alright, slut, you asked for it," he said, smirking.

Without warning, he slammed into her depths with such force that his balls made a loud slapping sound against her pussy. Both pain and pleasure erupted within her and she gasped loudly. He withdrew again, and started absolutely pounding her like he had never done before. Her neck snapped up when he grabbed her hair from behind with both hands, and used it as a makeshift handlebar.

This caused her to screech again when pain radiated from her head in sharp pangs, but it didn't stop one of her hands from instinctively going straight to her groin so she could rub her clit. Her next screams were screams of ecstasy as she rolled from one orgasm, into another. Her eyes travelled to the back of her head, and the only thing supporting her position was her shaking left hand and Harry's deathgrip on her hair.

She could sense he was getting close to his own orgasm when his dick started pulsating within her.

"FUCK – YES – YOU – FUCKING – SLUT!" Harry grunted out loudly. With a few last monstrous strokes in and out of her ass, Lily felt his warm cum splash in her bowels. She felt him remove himself from her with an obscene popping noise and she moaned.

Lily didn't have any time to rest, though. Harry forced her to her knees and maneuvered her in a way that she was squatting right over her bowl of dry cereal.

Once she caught her breath, she looked up and asked, "What are you doing, Master?"

He smirked down at her and gave her a soft, lingering kiss. "You didn't think I wouldn't punish you, did you, Mother?"

She blushed faintly. "I'm sorry Master, I was just so caught up in the moment and I -"

"I don't care. Loosen that tight ass of yours and let everything out."

She blushed even more in mortification, but did as commanded. It wasn't hard, her hole was still gaping from Harry's assault. She stopped forcing it closed, and it gaped open, letting all his cum out, straight onto her food. She could see a little blood in there too.

When it was finished, she looked back up at him. She hoped he wasn't going to tell her to do what she thought, but it was in vain. "Now finish your food."

"Please, Master…" she started begging him, grasping onto his legs. "Don't make me, I'm sorry!"

He looked at her with a little sympathy. "I'm sorry too, pet, but you did something bad, and you have to have consequences. You can't go around calling your master a brat, now, can you?"

She shook her head sadly and resigned herself to her fate. She got back on her hands and knees and put her face in her bowl again, gagging at the smell now coming from it. It smelt like sex and ass, and it the concentrated stench was making her eyes water.

With great hesitation, she took some in her mouth and immediately, almost involuntarily, spat it back out.

Lily squealed when Harry slapped her hard on the ass. "Bad girl!"

She hung her head, knowing she had disappointed him. Hardening her resolve, she stuck her face back into the bowl and ate what she had just spat up and chewed it with great distaste. It was hard to swallow, but she finally did. It became easier after that, with each subsequent bite it stopped being so vile. Now it was just disgusting.

The redhead finally finished her breakfast and looked up in Harry with pride in her eyes, and saw the same in his.

He kissed her on the forehead and said, "Now that's a very good girl. Go and take another shower and get ready for Ron, Mum, he'll be here in a couple of hours."

"Of course, luv," she said, jumping to her feet and causing her breasts to jiggle. She giggled when he tweaked her nipples and slapped her ass on her way to her shower.

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Ron exited the fireplace in Harry's living room with a slight stumble. He brushed the lingering soot off his shirt as he looked around for his friend, who had told him to come over.

"Oi! Harry!" he shouted. "Where are you, mate?"

His eye twitched when no one responded. He sighed and trudged up the stairs to his friend's room, figuring he must still be there. He didn't bother knocking and opened the door, but found it quite empty. He wasn't in the bathroom either. He scratched his head and walked back downstairs to the living room. Ron was positive he got the time right.

He reached above the fireplace to grab a pinch of floo powder to go back home, but was interrupted.

"Ron?"

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Potter," said Ron, turning around. "Do you know where -"

He abruptly stopped speaking, as he got a look at Harry's mum. She had always been very pretty, but given that her body was always covered by robes, he had never given her a second glance. But damn. She had on a sleeveless silky yellow dress that stopped halfway down her creamy white thighs, with the top showing off her magnificent tits.

She looked at him quizzically and he snapped out of it.

"Do you, uh, know where Harry is?" he managed to get out.

Mrs. Potter smiled and his cock throbbed. "I just sent him out to run a couple of errands for me, dear, he should be back in a bit."

"Oh. Uh, ok. He, uh, told me to come here around this time…"

Mrs. Potter shrugged and said, "That's fine, he probably forgot to mention it. Why don't you come have a seat in the kitchen? I'll make you a cup of tea."

She twirled around and the dress swished around her, and Ron swore he caught a glimpse of lacy black panties wrapped around a tight ass. He followed her numbly to the kitchen, mentally slapping himself and forcing his eyes to stay trained on the back of her head, instead of her swaying hips.

He took a seat at the table and continued watching the redheaded woman bustle around the kitchen. She reached for the tea bags, in one of the top shelfs, but couldn't quite reach it. It did, however, give Ron a really good look at her legs and thighs, and a small glimpse of her panties as her dress rode up just high enough.

"Oh bother, I seem to have misplaced my wand. Could you reach the tea bags for me, Ron?" Mrs. Potter asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Y-y-yeah," Ron stuttered out. "Sure!"

He rose and walked to the cabinet, where his 6-foot frame dwarfed the older women's smaller one. She didn't move out of the way when he reached the counter. He stood uncertainly for a few seconds, wondering if he should just sidle up behind her. Normally it wouldn't have been an issue, but he was seeing her in an entirely new light with her more revealing attire.

There was nothing else to do, though. He walked up behind her, as close as he could without actually touching her, and reached for the tea bags. He was still standing too far away from the counter to reach, even with his gangly arms, so he scooched forward until he was groin-to-ass with his best mate's mum. He reached up and grabbed the bags, but not before he felt Mrs. Potter wiggle her hips around, effectively grinding her butt into him.

Ron gasped and backed away as if she were on fire. She looked back at him innocently. "Oh, I'm sorry Ron, I was just adjusting something, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable!"

The boy gulped and said. "N-no problem at all, Mrs. Potter! Here are the bags!"

"Thank you," she responded, smiling up at him. "Why don't we go sit in the sofa instead, it'll be more comfortable."

"Uh huh, sounds fine to me, Mrs. Potter," he replied.

Mrs. Potter finished making the tea and motioned him to lead the way back into the living room, where he sank into the sofa. He expected her to take a seat in the chair next to it, but instead sat down right next to him, and sat close enough that he could smell her flowery perfum and feel the warmth of her body nudging against him. It was taking all of willpower not to give in to his urges and maul her where she was sitting.

"How's the tea, Ron?" she said, interrupted his inner battle.

"It's, um, it's very good, Mrs. Potter," he said.

Mrs. Potter smiled at him and said, "I'm glad. Harry doesn't really prefer this particular brand, and I've no idea why."

Ron could only shrug helplessly. He couldn't help but stare when she crossed her long legs, or when her full, pink lips sipped her tea.

"So, I hear you and Hermione are an item now?" she asked in a conversational manner.

He nodded. "Yeah, for a while now."

She smiled at him. "That's nice. I always thought you two would make a cute couple."

He blushed and murmured his thanks.

"I am surprised that she hasn't gotten you to cut this hair, though," Mrs. Potter continued, "I seem to recall her poking fun at it for the past couple years."

Ron froze when Mrs. Potter's hand was suddenly on his head, twirling strands of his long red hair between her fingers.

"You do take rather good care of it, though, I admit," she laughed. "It's at least not as messy as Harry's is!"

"Erm, yeah, he likes to keep it short for that reason," Ron replied, not understanding what was going on.

She giggled and agreed. They sat in silence for a minute, and uncomfortable one for Ron as Mrs. Potter still was playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. It felt good. Too good. His jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight, and he couldn't concentrate on anything else.

"Oh! There's my wand!" Mrs. Potter suddenly exclaimed. "I knew it had to be around here somewhere!"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief when her hand left his neck, but it wasn't to last, as she literally climbed over him on her hands and knees, reaching for her wand which was on the table on his side of the sofa. All he could think about was her warm body on his.

She reached a little too far, however, and fell fully on her stomach on his lap. Ron instinctually grabbed her by the hips to keep her from falling off.

"Whoops!" Mrs. Potter laughed. "Guess I'm just a little too clumsy today!"

"It's fine, Mrs. Potter," said Ron nervously, "I'm just – OH BLOODY FUCK!"

In an effort to get off his lap, Mrs. Potter had placed her hand on his upper thigh and pushed off of it – not realizing that he had maneuvered his rock hard dick in such a way that it was lying against that very thigh. Instead of pushing off against his thigh, she had pushed off against his cock, leaving his mind numb with pain for a few moments.

"Oof!" Mrs. Potter fell to the floor when Ron surged to his feet, with his hands cupping his crotch. His face was that of a man in abject pain.

"Ron? RON!" Mrs. Potter got to her feet and fretted over him. "Oh no, I am SO sorry, Ron. Here, here, sit back down, it's ok."

He allowed her to push him back down into the sofa.

"Ron, I need to see if… anything… was damaged."

Ron nodded, not really thinking it through. It did slam into his brain what she meant when she knelt on the ground in front of the sofa and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

"What the – what the hell!?" Ron screeched, frantically slapping Mrs. Potter's hands away from his pants.

She glared up at him from her position on the ground. "Ronald, I need to see if I caused any sort of damage! It's nothing I haven't seen before, calm down!"

"I'm fine!" he continued screeching, batting her hands away. "You don't need to!"

"Ron, it's either me, or I floo your mother and tell her that SHE needs to take a look at it!"

"WHY CAN'T I JUST CHECK IT MYSELF?!"

"Because you're a teenage boy who might be too embarrassed to tell anybody if there WAS something wrong!"

They stood staring at each other for a few seconds. Ron's face was entirely red by this point, he had never been so embarrassed and uncomfortable in his life.

"Ron…"

"Fine!" he finally relented. "Just… we don't speak of this to anyone ever!"

Mrs. Potter smiled softly at him and said, "Of course."

He wanted to close his eyes, but couldn't help but watch as Mrs. Potter gently pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, after getting him to lift his butt off the sofa.

His thick cock sprang up, fully erect and lubricated, and glad to be free of his constricting jeans.

Ron's face flamed when he saw it, knowing that his best friend's mum now had full knowledge of his desire. He watched her face for any sign of disgust, and released the breath he didn't know he had been holding when he detecting nothing. He squirmed and his dick bobbed around and he felt her delicate, soft hands on it, looking at it from every which way to see if anything had bruised from the mishap.

He groaned when she moved it to the side, and immediately covered his mouth with his hands in horror.

Mrs. Potter stifled a snort, and just said, "It's ok, Ron, I know that this is a bit… strange. What you're feeling right now is completely normal."

He didn't trust himself to speak, so he just nodded down at her with wide eyes.

"I must say, I'm very flattered that I can bring out such a… massive reaction from you, Ron."

Ron just stared at her. Was she… flirting? No, no, no, she couldn't be. That was just the loss of blood from his brain speaking.

"I would be remiss if I didn't… help you after all the pain I've caused, wouldn't I?" She stared up at him with her big green eyes. Her hand started slowly, very slowly, stroking his rod up and down, with the lightest of touch and pressure.

"Huh?"

That was all he could think of to say. She giggled and gently pulled his foreskin back until it was fully retracted. It was completely lubricated with his precum. He gave a loud gasp when she puckered her lips and lightly blew on it.

She cupped his balls with her hand and started playing with them, while continuing to gently stroke his cock with her other hand.

Mrs. Potter whispered to him, "Let me help you, Ron, this must be so uncomfortable…"

He had the presence of mind to numbly nod, but that was all. She smiled up at him, and while keeping eye contact, she slowly brought her head forward and licked some of the fluid off his glans. It was pure bliss.

"Mmm… that tastes so good," Mrs. Potter moaned, seemingly savoring the taste on her tongue.

"Holy shit, what the fuck is going on?" Ron asked her, completely out of his depth. "Oh, hell, Mrs. Potter, stop! Harry is going to kill me!" The repercussions of what was happening was finally hitting him.

"Shh, sweetheart, we're fine," hushed Mrs. Potter. She tightened her grip on his cock and began to pump it faster. She bent further down and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, and then the other.

"Oh fuck yes, that feels… oh fuck!" Ron leaned back into the sofa and let his best friend's mother pleasure him like a pro.

With a lewd pop, his slick ball sac left her mouth. The remaining saliva was cleaned up when she licked from his taint to the head of his dick, taking the bulbous head into her mouth at the end and sucking it completely clean of his precum.

Ron was in heaven. Hermione gave decent blowjobs, but Lily Potter was masterful at it, and the whole taboo nature of what they were doing only added to how hot it was. Her blowjob was messy as hell, and within a few minutes his dick and balls were covered in her saliva. He was JUST about to explode down her throat, when his heart dropped like a stone down to his stomach.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE!?"

Harry was back, and he was bloody furious.

"WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME ARE YOU DOING TO MY MOTHER, RON?!"

Mrs. Potter sat back and just looked at the ground, but Ron didn't take any notice. He was too busy pulling his pants back up and trying to figure out what to say to his best friend.

"Harry! This… I… I…" Ron stammered, scooting on the sofa away from Harry, who looked angrier than Ron had ever seen him. His eyes even seemed to be glowing, behind his glasses.

Ron heard him growl and grind his teeth. He finally managed to get his pants back on and stand up, but Harry quickly shoved him back onto the sofa. "What, Ron, what!?"

"I… I didn't mean to… I don't know -"

Harry's face suddenly split into a grin and he dropped onto the couch next to Ron.

"Aw, I'm just messing with you, mate, 's all good!"

The fuck.

Ron floundered and gaped at Harry, who was grinning at him like a Cheshire cat. All signs of his previous fury was gone. His heart slowed from beating a million times a minute and Harry started snickering.

"What."

He delivered his question with such a deadpan expression that Harry only laughed harder.

"Like I said, Ron, it's all good. I, uh, kinda planned this whole thing," said Harry, leaning back into the sofa.

"…"

"…"

"What."

Harry rolled his eyes and gestured towards his mother, who was still kneeling on the floor in front of the sitting boys. "C'mere, pet."

Mrs. Potter got back on her knees and positioned herself between Harry's spread legs.

"Hullo, Mum," Harry said, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ears.

"Hello… Master," Mrs. Potter said, blushing a little at her title for him.

Ron's eyebrows shot up. "Master? What the -"

He stopped when Harry pulled his mother closer and gave her a deep kiss. They made out for at least a minute before stopping. Harry pulled back, and Mrs. Potter rested her head on his lap. Ron watched as Harry stroked her head, as if she were a beloved dog.

Harry leaned back and addressed Ron. "Yeah… so, my relationship with my mum has changed a little, Ron."

Ron could only look at him incredulously.

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It took a while, but Harry finally explained to Ron the full extent of the past couple of weeks in the Potter household.

Ron's eyes remained wide the entire time. "Merlin, Harry."

"I know."

"Merlin's fucking balls."

"Yeah, I know."

Ron shook his head. "Why are you telling me this? Why did you have her give me a blowjob?"

It was at this point that it was Harry's turn to look nervous and ashamed.

"I was just trying to…" Harry struggled to find the words to explain that he had fucked his best friend's girl in a drunken mistake. It was something he was still feeling loads of guilt about, and he had hoped to put the both of them on an even level before admitting to it. After all, he fucked Hermione, but Ron was getting serviced from his mother. It was on his orders, sure, but now it seemed a little manipulative.

OK, extremely manipulative. From her position at his feet, Lily sensed his emotions, and hugged his leg to her a little harder to show her support. He smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head.

"Harry?"

"I banged Hermione!" he blurted out, knowing he had to come clean one way or another.

Ron looked confused for a moment before he started to resemble the Harry that had caught him just prior. His face grew red and he was about to lay into Harry when Harry continued, "It was a stupid, drunken mistake, Ron! We're both completely mortified and ashamed of what we did."

"You fucking slept with my girlfriend, Harry! That's not a bloody mistake!"

"And your dick was in my mum's mouth not half an hour ago!"

Sure, it was manipulative, but it damn well worked out for him. Ron had no response to this other than to lean back, cross his arms and mutter, "Yeah, but you told her to."

"Yeah, I did, but you still bloody well let her, didn't you? And you weren't even drunk like we were."

They sat in silence for a time. Ron stared stonily ahead at the fireplace, and Harry continued to pet his mother.

Harry gave a sigh of relief when Ron relented and said, "Alright, I don't fucking like it, but I can understand it, at least. I forgive you."

Harry grinned at his friend and said, "Thanks, mate. I really am sorry, you know."

"Yeah…"

After another couple of minutes, Ron said, "I should get going, there's a cold shower with my name on it back at the Burrow."

Harry quirked an eyebrow and laughed. "Oh, shit, I didn't let you finish, did I?"

"No," Ron said, glaring at Harry. "You didn't."

"Sorry," laughed Harry. "Want me to help you out?"

Ron eyed him suspiciously. "… No?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Not like that, you idiot. Here, let me show you what exactly I mean when I say that my mum belongs to me."

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Lily glanced up when Harry rose from the sofa. Normally, she would have been incensed that the two boys were speaking about her as if she were… an object, but after two weeks spent with Harry, she didn't really care. All she cared about that she was with her son.

She allowed herself to be lifted to her feet, and felt Harry move to her back. She withheld a moan when he roamed his hands over her chest.

"Look at this chest, Ron, don't you want to see it?"

Ron licked his lips and nodded. Lily flushed. It was one thing to seduce him, another thing for Harry to just get her naked in front of him.

She bit her lip when Harry softly kissed her neck, sending tingles down her entire body. He brought the straps of her dress down off her shoulders, and pushed it down to the floor until she was clad only in her panties. Her face grew redder as Ron zeroed in on her full breasts and visible damp spot on her crotch.

"Big tits, nice and firm, aren't they?"

"Oh god," Lily moaned. Harry started tweaking her pink nipples and pinching them until small spikes of pain and pleasure radiated from them. She involuntarily raised her hands to his to stop the pain, which caused him to tut.

"Now now, you know you're not supposed to do that," Harry admonished. "Now we'll have to restrain you."

He conjured up a thin, but strong, strand of rope.

"Sorry, Master," Lily murmured as he brought her hands behind her back and tied them tightly together.

Her son said nothing, but brought her head up so he could give her a searing kiss. His tongue jammed into her mouth and explored every corner, while his hands resumed mauling her tits. He was rougher, this time, and pinched her nipples hard enough to cause her to squeal into his mouth. Her hands strained against her bonds in a vain to get free.

He stopped kissing her and pushed her to her knees and ordered, "Go over to Ron."

Ron had been enjoying the show, she saw. His eyes and jaw were wide open, and there was a huge bulge in his pants that he was rubbing. She waddled over to him on her knees with some effort and finally rested between his legs.

"You know what to do, slut," she heard Harry say from behind her.

"Yes, Master," she said submissively. She used her teeth to unzip Ron's jeans. She couldn't get the button undone, so he eagerly helped her by unbuttoning and sliding his pants and boxers down his legs for the second time that day.

She may have been a little biased, but she liked Harry's cock more. Ron's was just fine, but she wrinkled her nose at the smell. His dick was still messy from her previous blowjob, and covered in precum and spit.

"Master, can we get something to clean this up a bit before I-"

"No! Are you questioning me?" Harry asked dangerously.

Lily quickly backpedaled and apologized. "No, Master, of course not! It's just it's a little messy from before and-"

"Get your fucking mouth on it right now!" he ordered, eyes glinting in irritation.

If Ron was uncomfortable, he didn't show it. All Lily saw was anticipation.

She sighed and bent her head to his rod, deepthoating it in one go. Lily heard Harry behind her fiddling around with something, but paid him no mind as she slathered her tongue all over her son's best friend. She smiled around his dick when he groaned loudly in satisfaction, loving that she could make him feel so good. She withdrew a bit and put her mouth right over the head, and stuck her tongue in between the foreskin and head, twirling it around and circling it all around.

"Merlin, Harry," she heard him breath out in a hoarse whisper. "She's fucking amazing."

Lily felt Harry slide her panties down. "She is, isn't she?

She shivered in anticipation of his hard dick in her, and so wasn't ready for the crack of air and harsh and painful sting on her ass. She screamed on Ron's cock and tears came unbidden to her eyes.

Ron jumped and his cock jumped further down her throat, gagging her scream. "Oi! What the hell, mate, she might fucking bite my dick off!"

Harry laughed behind her. "Don't worry, she's too well trained for it. Just start fucking her mouth."

Lily's eyes opened wide and she tried to say something in protest, but the cock in her throat stopped her. All she could do was wiggle around and make gagging sounds. Ron grabbed her by the hair and started slowly pulling her head up and down, treating her throat like his own personal fucktoy.

Another crack of the air was the only warning she got before her ass was whipped again, by what must have been with Harry's belt. Another, and another came in quick succession and her entire ass felt like it was on fire. The tears rolled freely down now, making dark trails of mascara run down her pale face. Harry loved seeing her "black tears" as he called them, and told her to always wear mascara.

She couldn't even cry out, as Ron had started pistoning her face up and down. The only sounds coming from her were wet, sloppy gags. Just as she thought she was about to pass out from the pain and lack of air, Ron finally shoved her all the way down his pole until her nose was squashed into his ginger bush. His musky teenage boy stink overcame her as she felt him spasm and shoot his cum right down her throat.

Her eyes drooped in relief as Harry too stopped whipping her behind. She knew her ass must be red and lined with welts by now. Ron let go of her hair and she gladly let his softening member plop out of her throat and mouth. She collapsed on his crotch, not having the strength to sit up, and sucked in great lungfuls of air. She couldn't see anything because of the tears in her eyes.

Lily felt Harry pick her up from behind and then collapse into the chair next to the sofa, with her on his lap. She felt his erection jab into her, and realized he wasn't wearing any pants.

"You did wonderfully, Mum," he said softly. He murmured something and she felt all the snot and saliva and tears and mess on her face vanish. He gave her a sweet peck on the lips and said, "You're so beautiful."

She smiled through her tears and arranged herself so she was straddling him, his erection trapped between the two of them.

"So sexy," he murmured again and gave her butterfly kisses all over her face. Her pussy clenched as he started to suckle her neck and massage her bruised ass. She started grinding against him. She tried to wrap her hands around his neck to get closer to him, but her hands were still bound behind her back. Lily settled for dropping her head to his neck and nuzzling him.

Harry's strong arms lifted her up again, and this time positioned his cock right at the entrance to her dripping, quivering pussy. He let go and let her rest her weight on him and on her knees, straddling him on the chair. Lily smiled into his neck and kissed it, and took the initiative he gave her and slowly lowered herself down on his pole until she felt him bottom out deep inside of her. The feeling of fullness overtook every other sensation and she just sat there, savoring it. Harry brought her face to his, and began a slow, sensual kiss that sent fire down to her groin. She trembled on top of him and started rocking back and forth on him, feeling him move around inside of her.

One of his hands went to her back to steady her, and the other reached down to rub her clit.

"Merlin, yes!" she exclaimed. She threw her head back and started pumping herself on her son's thick cock, milking him for all he was worth. He bit down hard on her right nipple and she screamed out in ecstasy and pain.

"I'm going to fucking cum in your tight little cunt, Mum," he told her. She tightened around him at his words.

"Fucking cum in me, baby, I need your cum!" she cried out, now humping him as fast as she fucking could.

Harry thrusted up and started pistoning into her, matching her movements as she rode him. Lily came first with a loud, guttural moan, her tight pussy becoming even tighter and trapping Harry's cock in her. He came a few seconds later with a satisfied grunt.

The next few moments passed in silence, with only their heavy breathing invading it.

"Damn, Harry, I always knew you were kinky, but just… damn," said Ron with a hint of amusement.

Lily felt Harry's chest vibrate against her own when he chuckled.

Harry said, "This slut is even kinkier, trust me on that one, mate."

Lily purred in satisfaction and nuzzled against his neck again. She sat contentedly in his arms and lap as the two boys talked, until her son vanished her bonds and said, "Go make us something to eat, Mum."

She winced as she got up and walked unsteadily to the kitchen, all the while feeling the eyes of the two teens on her naked ass. She added a little sway to give them a little treat.

"Damn," she heard Ron groan softly, and she just smirked.

"Leaky Cauldron!"

The Knight Bus stopped with a screech outside the dingy bar's doors, and a group of people filed out. Hermione was the last, walking slower than the rest. The blast of noise and laughter didn't seem to faze her when she opened the doors. She walked and sidestepped her way to the fireplace and put a few knuts in the tray next to the floo powder before taking a pinch and throwing it into the blazing fire.

"Potter's Place!" she exclaimed after stepping inside. She felt a rush of motion and shot up into the chimney. She closed her eyes tight until she felt herself slow down and finally land in the Potter's fireplace.

"Harry?" she called out after walking out of the fireplace.

No answer. Hermione sighed dejectedly. She looked around and saw nobody around.

"Mrs. Potter?" she tried. Still no answer. Hermione thought that one of them might be on the second floor so she started for the stairs. She knew it was rude to drop in unannounced, but the Potters had added her to the extensive charms laid on their house so that she could enter freely through the floo. And she did try calling them on the phone before deciding to jump on the Knight Bus.

Hermione desperately needed to talk to Harry and couldn't wait for him to answer an owl. For some reason, he had told Ron about their one-night stand and he had broken up with her.

Flashback*

"You're breaking up with me?" Hermione sniffled.

Ron looked uncomfortable. "Yeah, I am."

"But it was only the once and we were really drunk and—"

"Look, Hermione, it's not just that, all right? I mean, it didn't take much doing so you obviously have always had a thing for Harry…"

Hermione winced, but didn't protest. Ron was right.

"And… while I'm mad that it happened, Harry helped. I'm not that mad anymore. I still love you, Hermione, but I don't think we were ever meant to be anything more than best mates. You get that, yeah?" said Ron, staring at her hopefully.

"Oh, Ron…" sighed Hermione. He was being amazingly mature about this. "What did Harry do?"

Ron's ears grew red. "Erm, nothing, it's just something between guys, right?"

Hermione was dubious but nodded her head. "So what now? We just go back to being friends?"

Ron smiled sadly and nodded. "Yeah, I think that's best."

Hermione sniffled softly and gave Ron a hug. "I'm so sorry, Ron, I never meant to hurt you. Something just came over me and—"

"Hey, hey, I know. What's done is done."

They stood hugging each other for a while longer before Ron spoke up and said something that surprised Hermione greatly.

"You know, I wouldn't be angry if you were to get together with Harry," he said to her.

She broke the hug and looked up at him with wide eyes.

He shrugged. "You two are my best friends, and you work well together, I think. I'm not going to stand in your way, and I think it's what both of you want."

"Really?" she looked at him with hope shining in her face.

He smiled at her. "Really."

End Flashback*

"Harry?" she called again after reaching the top floor landing. "Mrs. Potter?"

Still silence. No, wait, there was something. Hermione perked up, she definitely heard something coming from Mrs. Potter's room. She walked closer and called out again, "Mrs. Potter, is that you?"

There was no response, but she definitely heard some banging around in there. It grew louder as she got closer, some metallic rattling inside. Her eyebrows rose in confusion and she knocked on the door. "Mrs. Potter, it's Hermione, I'm so sorry for coming here without warning, but I really need to talk to Harry."

A few moments passed and she got no answer. The noise inside hadn't changed, though. Hermione frowned.

"Mrs. Potter!" she knocked louder. "May I come in?"

After getting no answer, she started getting frustrated. She threw manners to the wind and turned the knob and opened the door. She walked inside and looked around, and again, no one was there. The rattling of metal was still there and was coming from the far side of the bed. She cocked her head in confusion and walked around the bed to figure out what was making all that noise.

She gasped loudly and her hands flew up to her mouth. For a few seconds, she couldn't even process what she was seeing. Lily Potter, her best friend's mum, was completely naked and on her hands and knees facing towards her in a dog cage. Mrs. Potter was completely soaked with sweat and her fiery hair clung to her face. The cage was just barely large enough to fit her inside, with no space left at all at the top, barely any at the edges, and only a few inches left at the front and back. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold, and her mouth was full with a black dildo magically floating in the air. It was pistoning back and forth at regular intervals. Hermione could see Mrs. Potter's throat distend from the girth of the dildo as it entered and left. Thankfully she saw it pause in order to let the sweat drenched redhead catch her breath. She could see another dildo at the back of the cage, this time purple, also pistoning back and forth furiously inside of her friend's mother. All the noise was being done by Mrs. Potter shaking the cage in her throes of lust.

"MRS. POTTER!" Hermione shrieked. She dashed over to the cage quickly and unbolted the door. She flung it open and reached into her back pocket for her wand.

"Finite Incantatem!" she exclaimed, aiming for the dildos. Both of them immediately stopped moving and fell with a clang to the bottom of the cage. Mrs. Potter let out an unmistakable lusty moan and reached up to rub her mouth. Hermione reached in and grasped her shoulders in order to help her get out, but the cage was simply too small.

"Mrs. Potter, can you get out?" Hermione asked her fretfully, staring at the woman with worried eyes. What on earth was going on? Who had done this to her?

She didn't respond and stayed in the cage. Incredibly enough, there was a small smile on her face, as if she was waiting for something. Hermione was utterly freaked out at this point.

Hermione asked again, "Mrs… Potter?"

Then she noticed that her friend's mother wasn't completely naked, she had a collar on and a leash was pooled around the floor of the cage. Now she was even more baffled. She reached in and grabbed the leash and backed away from the cage. As soon as the leash tugged on Mrs. Potter's neck, she started to crawl out of the cage.

Up till now, Hermione was too horrified and confused to really care about Mrs. Potter's nudity or the obvious sexual scene she had walked in on, but now she blushed tomato red when Lily Potter's generous breasts swayed sexily back and forth as she crawled out of the cage. She kept backing up and Hermione couldn't deny the eroticism of the scene as a perfect example of the female form crawled in front of her. Her own body started to react. Her nipples hardened under her shirt, and she rubbed her thighs together to relieve some of the growing pressure from her groin.

She dropped the leash and gulped as Mrs. Potter stopped crawling and got into a squatting position. Then her arms rose and her hands grasped each other at the back of her head. In this position Hermione could see everything. The heaving chest jiggling the breasts and the flaming red labia that was still dripping with Mrs. Potter's juices. Hermione's face got even hotter and redder at the stance.

"Mrs. Potter!" she shouted, scandalized.

The lady kneeling on the ground did nothing in response but open her mouth wide as if waiting for something.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" Hermione screeched. She reached forward and yanked the blindfold off the redhead's face. Mrs. Potter blinked at the sudden action and at the light. She blinked a few more times and saw Hermione standing in front of her with her blindfold in her hand.

"Her-Her-Hermione?!" Mrs. Potter shrieked.

Hermione watched as she scrambled off the floor and covered her chest and crotch with both hands.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Mrs. Potter continued to yell. Her face, once pale (albeit flushed with her recent… activity), was now as beet red as Hermione's.

Hermione stumbled over her words. "I… I… I just, erm, just came to find Harry…"

Mrs. Potter didn't seem to hear her though, she had turned away and seemed to be looking for something. She dashed away and grabbed something off the floor and hurriedly put it on, Hermione realized it was a small and thin silk robe that barely covered anything. Really, she could still see flashes of Mrs. Potter's bottom if she moved the slightest bit. Mrs. Potter turned back to Hermione and said, "Wait a moment."

Hermione nodded and Mrs. Potter went to her nightstand and picked up her wand. She pointed it at her head and wordlessly cast a spell. Hermione shuffled awkwardly as Mrs. Potter made her way back towards her.

"Sorry, there was a spell on me that prevented me from hearing anything," Mrs. Potter apologized as she came up to Hermione.

The younger witch nodded mutely, the reality of the situation coming to her. She stood tongue tied until Mrs. Potter spoke again. "Hermione…"

Mrs. Potter sighed. "Hermione, it's ok."

Hermione lifted her head up and looked at Mrs. Potter. She gave Hermione a small smile and motioned her to sit at her vanity.

"I know you must have questions," Mrs. Potter started after they got settled on the vanity bench.

"Um…" Hermione looked at her sideways but didn't know what to say. Of course she had questions.

Mrs. Potter smiled at her encouragingly. "I know it was a shock. You shouldn't have seen that – but then again, you did enter uninvited…"

Hermione, whose face was just starting to get its normal color back, blushed again. "Y-yes, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Potter. I tried calling and even knocked on the door a couple of times, but no one was answering. And, well, I heard something behind the door."

She saw Mrs. Potter blush as well and sneak a glance towards the cage. "Yes, of course," said Mrs. Potter. "You can't exactly be blamed for that, can you?"

Hermione gave a helpless shrug and both lapsed into silence. Mrs. Potter wiped the sweaty hair away from her brow.

It just came out. "What was that?!"

Mrs. Potter gave a start and blushed again. "It's… well, it's just something that some people do, Hermione."

Hermione just stared at her with wide eyes. She wasn't exactly a prude, but this went beyond anything she had ever heard of. Mrs. Potter STILL had the collar and leash on, and didn't seem to notice them at all! Her one tryst with Harry was the kinkiest she had ever been, and that was only because she was utterly pissed. Other than that, she had only ever done completely vanilla stuff with Ron.

"But... you were in a dog cage!" she exclaimed.

Mrs. Potter nodded. "Yes."

"And… you have a collar and leash on!"

"Oh!" Mrs. Potter started and glanced down. "Yes, I do, sorry."

She quickly reached behind her neck and undid the collar and let it fall to the floor.

"But you couldn't have possibly have done this alone! The cage was bolted shut and your wand was all the way on the other side of the bed!" Hermione said.

Mrs. Potter's eyes opened wide and she stuttered. "N-n-no, there's a, erm, man that did this to me."

Hermione's own eyes widened before Mrs. Potter hurriedly continued, "That I let do to me!"

"Oh…" was Hermione's eloquent response.

"Hermione, please, you can't mention this to anyone else," said Mrs. Potter. She sounded worried, and a bit scared.

"Oh!" said Hermione. "I wouldn't dream of it! This is really personal and, again, I am so sorry for barging in like this, Mrs. Potter."

Mrs. Potter sighed in relief and wrapped her arm around Hermione and gave her a side hug. Hermione blushed when she glanced down and saw that one of Mrs. Potter's breasts had come free and was rubbing against her arm. The redhead saw what she was staring at and said, "Oops, sorry."

She pushed it back into her robe and both lapsed into silence again.

"But why?" asked Hermione, once again not able to contain herself.

Mrs. Potter laughed. She was probably expecting that, Hermione thought.

"Why what, Hermione?"

"I mean… doesn't it make you feel degraded? Humiliated?" asked Hermione. She herself had had those feelings after her night with Harry. She had let another boy spank her and whip her bottom like he owned her. And it felt good. She was disgusted with herself after that, she was still disgusted with herself. She was a modern woman of the 90s, and here she was letting a man do that to her. "How do you let a man treat you like you're nothing but a dog compared to him?"

Mrs. Potter pondered for a few moments. "I guess… I've always had these feelings, Hermione. Since I was a little girl I always had fantasies of being tied up. As I grew up, those feelings grew as well. I even fantasized about being raped!"

She slapped a hand to her mouth and looked at Hermione with wide eyes. Hermione stared back with her mouth agape.

"What! Raped?"

Mrs. Potter nodded and brought her hand down. "I've never told anyone that."

Hermione bit her lip. She wrung her hands and replied, "I won't tell anyone, Mrs. Potter, don't worry."

"Thank you, dear," said Mrs. Potter. She smiled down at her. "It's just that I get so excited about it, and there's something about not being in control that makes me so hot. And when I'm, erm, you said degraded… when I'm degraded, it only heightens that feeling. I love being treated like that, Hermione. It makes me feel pleasure like I haven't felt before. I feel humiliated, yes, but for some reason, I crave that feeling."

Both of them didn't speak, the older still gathering her words and the younger one too confused (and ashamed to admit she was also getting turned on). Hermione shifted a bit as she felt desire start to build up again inside of her and her panties started to get soaked.

"I've spent all my life showing everyone that a witch can do just as much as a wizard can do and be anything a wizard can be, but when I'm in my home alone with… the man, it all makes no sense to me, Hermione. I'm his to command, and that's just all there is to it. He does own me."

Hermione just shook her head. "I just don't understand, Mrs. Potter."

"Are you so sure about that?" asked Mrs. Potter with a knowing smirk. She looked pointedly down at Hermione's chest.

Hermione looked down too and was embarrassed to see that Mrs. Potter's word had and obvious effect. She wasn't wearing a bra today, as she had been hoping to seduce Harry… and it was no obvious. Her tight white t-shirt was straining at the chest area and her hardened nipples were clearly visible.

She gasped when Mrs. Potter's hand reached down and tweaked her right nipple above her shirt. "Mrs. Potter!"

Mrs. Potter just giggled. "I think you do understand, Hermione. Tell me, did you ever have thoughts and feelings like mine?"

"I… once. Uh, a boy," Hermione wasn't going to admit to Mrs. Potter that it was her son. "He spanked me."

Mrs. Potter's smile grew. "And you liked it."

Hermione nodded shamefully.

The older witch cocked her head to the side and asked, "And why do you seem so ashamed of yourself?"

"Because I shouldn't be subservient to any man! I'm just as good as them!" Hermione shouted, tears forming in her eyes.

"Shh, sweetheart," crooned Lily. Hermione felt herself be pulled closer to Mrs. Potter and she laid her head on her shoulder and let out all the emotion she had been feeling since she cheated on Ron. After a few minutes of crying quietly, Hermione finally subsided and wiped her eyes.

"Thanks, Mrs. Potter," she sniffled.

Mrs. Potter smiled at her and waved her wand around her head, wordlessly cleaning and refreshing her face. "Hermione, I don't think you have to change your beliefs. You can think women are equal to men, but you can also give in to desires to be… less than equal to someone you pick."

Hermione thought on this. "But how do I know I even want to? I liked normal, vanilla sex."

"When you got spanked, what did you feel?"

"Really, um," stuttered Hermione, "Really good, actually."

"Better than normal?"

Hermione nodded. "Much. Much better."

"What did you feel, seeing me in that cage?" asked Mrs. Potter.

Hermione squirmed on the bench. "That was… alright, that was bloody hot! You were bloody hot! I've never been so turned on in my life."

After a few moments of shock, Mrs. Potter laughed in delight. "Oh, did that do something for you?" she whispered in Hermione's ear.

The brunette shivered at the sudden change in Mrs. Potter. Was she coming on to her? She licked her lips and nodded her head.

Mrs. Potter returned her hand to her breast and rubbed the nipple. Hermione gasped in pleasure, and yelped in pain when the nipple was suddenly pinched hard.

"You know, I've always been curious about other girls…" Mrs. Potter said huskily into her ear, trailing soft kisses down her neck.

Hermione shivered again. "Mrs. Potter? What—what are you doing?"

"Haven't you?" was the reply. "You did just say I turned you on like nothing else in your life has."

"Yes, well," gasped Hermione, "I don't..."

"Well, let's learn together, shall we?" Mrs. Potter's hand trailed down to her jeans where it deftly unbuttoned it and unzipped it. Hermione bit her lip to keep from moaning when Mrs. Potter's hand rubbed her most intimate place over her panties.

"Oh, you've been this turned on this entire time?" Mrs. Potter asked in amusement.

"Please, Mrs. Potter…" Hermione didn't even know what she was asking for at this point.

"Call me Lily, I think we've seen enough of each other to be on first name basis, don't you?" said Lily to her with a smile.

"Lily…" Hermione gasped when the hand went under her panties and into her sopping wet cunt.

Lily's finger was then joined by another and Hermione gasped again as Lily started to slowly move in and out of her. Lily's thumb found its place on her nub and that was what finally set Hermione off.

"Oh MERLIN!" Hermione shouted as she gushed all over Lily's hands. The redhead just increased her rhythm until Hermione came a second time and trembled all over.

Hermione had never cum so hard ever. Not even when Harry was pounding her from behind. Something about this situation, and how it was even more taboo got her going. She gasped for breath and took a minute to rest against Lily, moaning ever so slightly as Lily massaged her breasts. She felt a hand go under her chin and rose her head up to look into Lily's green eyes, so much like her son's. Then, Lily brought her lips to Hermione's in a soft, sensual kiss. Hermione closed her eyes and returned the kiss, feeling surprised at how good it felt to kiss another woman. They broke apart and looked at each other with hungry eyes.

"That, that was amazing, Mrs. Po—er, Lily," said Hermione after she had regained her breath.

Lily licked her pink lips and smiled at her. "Would you like to see if it could get better for you?"

Hermione quirked an eyebrow.

Lily motioned towards the collar and leash. "Let's see how you like being in my position, if you really are like me."

Hermione didn't know what to say. On one hand, it was something she undeniably thought was hot… on the other hand, she couldn't exactly get past her activist feelings so fast. She hesitantly nodded at the older woman, who smiled softly at her and gave her a peck on the lips.

"Just tell me right away if you ever feel like you want to be done, ok, Hermione?" said Lily.

Hermione nodded again and Lily picked the collar from the floor. She put it against Hermione's neck and tightened it until it was at the verge of choking her, and then buckled it. Hermione shuddered as she felt wanton lust creep up on her.

"I think that we're a little too overdressed for this," said Lily. Hermione wet her lips when Lily undid her robe and shrugged it off. Lily came close to Hermione and she grabbed her leash. Hermione felt herself being pulled off the vanity bench by her neck and obediently rose, her eyes trained on Lily's perfectly pert and round breasts.

Lily led her to the middle of the room. "Take off your pants," she said softly to Hermione.

Hermione nodded and did as told, pushing her pants and panties down in one motion. She stepped out of them and looked at Lily who was looking at her with unmistakable want in her eyes. Lily reached out after dropping the leash and lifted Hermione's tee off her body. The leash went through the top of the shirt smoothly and she threw the shirt aside to look at Hermione's body in all its glory.

Hermione blushed and fidgeted, never having been so openly scrutinized before while fully naked. Her breasts weren't as large as Lily's, but they were a nice, pert handful. She had shaven in the morning, leaving only a thin strip on her pubic region, and genetics had blessed her with a flat stomach and wide hips.

"You're beautiful, Hermione," said Lily, coming up to her and cupping one of her breasts.

Hermione stared into her eyes and the two came together for a deep kiss. Hermione's hands acted on their own and started to explore the older woman's body, trailing across her breasts and cupping her firm arse. She moaned into Lily's mouth as she felt the other woman's hands roam across her body as well.

The two fell onto Lily's bed and continued making out until Lily got on top of Hermione and started fingering her again. Hermione's hands grasped the sheets and she closed her eyes in rapture at the feelings threatening to erupt from her body. Before she had a chance to climax again, however, Lily withdrew her hands. Hermione mewled in protest and opened her eyes to look at the redhead in question.

Lily leant down and rested her body against Hermione's. Their breasts rubbed against the other's and made them both moan. Lily kissed her and said, "Remember, we were going to see how far you're willing to go."

Hermione's eyes opened wide in realization and she nodded. "Ok, Lily, I'm ready."

Lily got off her and pulled her by the leash off the bed. "I won't blindfold you yet, but you'll need to get on the floor and crawl backwards into the cage."

The brunette got on her hands and knees and crawled ahead of Lily, not noticing that Lily's eyes were looking appreciatively at her rear. "Mm, no wonder he likes making me crawl so much, that's a gorgeous sight!"

Hermione blushed but continued onwards to the cage, where she turned around at the entrance. Lily nodded encouragingly at her and she took a deep breath and started to crawl backwards. She felt her toes hit the bars on the bottom of the cage and continued back until her knees were also inside. Immediately she could tell that it was extremely uncomfortable, the bars on the bottom of the cage were uncovered so they were digging into her knees. The cage was also slightly raised, on purpose she gathered, so that there would be no cushioning from the floor underneath. She stubbornly ignored the pain and continued moving back until her entire body was in the cage.

She looked up at Lily who was smiling down at her. "Good girl," crooned Lily.

Hermione smiled in satisfaction. The first hurdle was done.

"How long were you in here for, Mrs—uh, Lily?" asked Hermione.

"Oh, I assume for about two hours before you came," replied Lily.

Hermione's eyes grew wide. "That long?! But my knees are already starting to hurt!"

Lily laughed and said, "You'll get accustomed to it. I've been practicing in that cage for quite some time now. I've even slept in it many nights!"

"What?!"

Lily shrugged and smiled. "My master enjoys treating me like a dog, and enjoys seeing me locked up."

"Your master? Who-"

Lily didn't seem to hear her, and instead threw the leash down into the cage and walked behind her. Hermione twisted her head to see what she was doing. She was still curious how Lily worked around Harry being home for the summer, but she figured she could ask later.

Lily had used her wand to levitate the purple dildo in the air right behind her dripping quim. Another wordless spell and the dildo pushed forward until it was touching her nether lips.

"Ohhh!" Hermione moaned when the dildo suddenly started vibrating. She heard Lily giggle behind her. Lily came back to the front of the cage and cast a spell at the black dildo, making it levitate right in front of Hermione's face. She licked her lips as she stared at it.

"I'm not, erm, sure I can handle that one," Hermione told Lily with wide eyes, trying to concentrate on anything but the feeling the vibrating dildo brought to her.

Lily smiled at her and crouched down. Hermione's eyes were immediately drawn towards her puffy pussy. "Don't worry," said Lily. "Let's try it out slowly at first and let you get used to it, ok?"

Hermione hesitantly nodded. "OK."

Lily let go of the spell holding the rubber penis afloat and grasped it in her hand. She told Hermione, "Open up wide!" before slowly pushing the dildo in her mouth. Hermione's jaw stretched uncomfortably as it widened to accommodate the girth. "Be sure not to use teeth, dear."

Hermione nodded, unable to speak. Lily then pushed the dildo in further until it hit the back of Hermione's throat, and stopped when Hermione started gagging. She withdrew a little bit and said, "Only way to practice is to go all the way, Hermione."

Before Hermione was able to do anything, Lily started pushing the dildo further in and ignored the gag reflex this time until it went completely down her throat.

"Good!" said Lily. "Keep it in there for a few seconds."

Hermione couldn't do anything but gag around the dildo, making lewd noises that would have made her ears burn if she had been anywhere else. Her eyes started leaking tears. Finally, Lily stopped forcing it in and pulled it out. Hermione gasped for air in relief. After about 10 seconds, Lily started pushing it in again. The petite brunette was ready this time and though she wasn't able to overcome her gag reflex, it wasn't as bad as the last time. Soon enough, Lily was pushing it in and out of her throat, only giving her a little bit of time to catch her breath sometimes.

"I think we're ready," said Lily, smiling down at her. "Very well done, Hermione, deep throating isn't easy to get a hang of that fast."

Hermione smiled back her tearfully. Lily again put the spell on the dildo to make it levitate in front of her face and then placed the head right inside her mouth.

"I'm going to spell you deaf and blindfold you, ok, Hermione? If you ever want this to stop, just bang on the bottom of the cage three times."

Hermione fidgeted and nodded her head in understanding. Her knees were starting to hurt a lot from holding all her weight on the metal bars, so she adjusted them. Lily closed the cage door and bolted it shut, and Hermione was finally locked in the cage fully. With a spell, Lily brought the blindfold up to her eyes and tied it tight behind her head. Hermione could tell that it was charmed, because it blocked everything. She couldn't even see a hint of light, it was completely pitch black. Then, all noise stopped.

A few moments later, she felt the dildos that were still barely in her come alive. She gasped as the one in her pussy started pistoning in and out of her slowly, then increasing speed with each thrust. The dildo in her mouth slowly pushed forward until she started gagging, and then entered her throat. It withdrew fully, then did it again. And again. Tears started wetting the blindfold as the dildo started to go faster. Then it stopped exactly at the moment Hermione felt like she was going to need to bang on the cage because it was starting to get too much for her. It was likely charmed to sense that, she thought as she regained her breath. While it was resting she felt the dildo in her quim ramp up and she cried out in pleasure as she came. Juices dripped down her legs onto the cage bars and onto the floor beneath.

Then the dildo in her mouth started again and she couldn't breathe.

And so it continued, for how long, Hermione didn't know. It alternated between pain and pleasure for her, but no matter how close she came to giving up, she didn't. Her knees were begging for mercy and she felt light headed from the lack of air, but she felt so good. All her life, this is what she was missing and she never knew it. She was locked in a cage, collared and leashed, being fucked by two dildos on either side, and didn't want it to stop. She came again and again until time became meaningless. She finally felt alive.

Everything suddenly stopped. The dildos fell to the cage, though she didn't hear them and she gasped in relief as she could finally close her jaw. She rubbed it to ease the pain and drew in great lungfuls of air.

Her blindfold was untied and she squinted at the sudden blinding, somewhat painful, light. Curious green eyes grew clearer in front of her and she smiled, until she realized that those eyes weren't Lily's, but Harry's.

Hermione screamed.

Her shriek was loud enough that Harry winced and turned away from her.

Hermione scrambled within the cage, not even caring how much it hurt her aching body, but ended up only smacking her head against the top of the cage and her feet into the back. She whimpered in frustration and covered her breasts with one hand while keeping the other on the floor of the cage for balance.

A sudden rush of noise indicated that the spell to deafen her was taken off of her and she heard Harry saying, "Oi! Stop that!"

She blinked and looked back out at Harry, who was looking at her with some irritation.

"Merlin, Hermione, that was bloody loud," he said to her, rubbing his right ear.

"Harry, stop looking at me!"

"Why?"

Hermione gaped at him.

"I mean, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Or don't you remember?" he leered at her.

"Harry!"

"Oi! You're shouting again!" Harry said. Hermione winced at the glare he sent to her. "I think you need to be taught some manners, Hermione."

Before Hermione could protest, Harry had reached in and grabbed a hold of her leash. He pulled on it and though she tried to resist, she was forced to crawl out of the cage. She burned in the humiliation of being led around on the floor by her friend. But… like Lily had said, there was a large part of her that reveled in that feeling.

She was further humiliated when Harry gave her a pat on the head and praised her. "There's a good girl!"

Hermione looked up and glared at him, and then finally noticed Lily standing in the middle of the room. She gasped when she saw her condition. Her hands were tied behind her back, and there were nipple rings on her breasts that weren't there before. Through the rings there was a tiny string that ran through another ring on the ceiling. It was pulled taut and Lily's tits were stretched to their limit. She was just barely standing on the tips of her toes, so Hermione knew that the string and her breasts were holding up much of her body weight. It must have been excruciatingly painful, and she could see tears dripping from the redhead's face, which was thrown back as Lily presumably didn't want to deal with the strain of holding it upright.

"What the fuck?!" she whispered behind her hands. She had gone into a kneeling position in her stupor and her hands were covering her mouth as she once again found Lily in another degrading pose.

"It's her punishment," came the response from Harry. "Well, part of it, anyways."

She looked up at him without comprehension.

He quirked an eyebrow and said, "She shouldn't have been out of her cage without permission. But more than that, she shouldn't have done anything with you without first asking me. She should have known better than that."

It clicked.

"You?"

"Hmm?" Harry looked at her in question.

"You're the one who's been doing this to your MUM?"

"Watch that tone, Hermione," Harry said, his voice decidedly frostier than it was before.

"What in Merlin's name is wrong with you, Harry?!" Hermione shouted, ignoring him. "She's your mother and you're sleeping with her?"

"Hermione…"

"Not even just sleeping with her!" she continued. "You're putting her in cages, locking her up, and now you've just hung her by her tits! You've gone completely mental! This is disgusting, Harry, disgusting!"

She fell back on her butt suddenly and her head turned to the side. She felt a painful stinging sensation on her left cheek. Realizing what had happened, she looked up at Harry in shock and fear.

"Did… did you just slap me?"

Harry glared down at her. He grabbed her by the collar and bought her back to a kneeling position. He lowered his face until it was right in front of hers and hissed, "Listen here, you fucking cunt. What goes on between me and my mum is our business and our business alone."

Hermione whimpered when she saw how angry Harry really was.

He continued and said, "No one asked you to come here without an invitation. No one asked you to come into Mum's room. And no one forced you to act like the slut you are and get in that cage."

"How dare y—"

"Shut up!"

Hermione clamped her mouth shut in fear. He glared down at her and dropped the leash at her knees. She saw him take a deep breath and look at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

He took a few more moments before telling her, "I'm giving you two choices. The first: you take that collar off, you put your clothes back on, and you floo out of here. Do you understand?"

Hermione nodded yes, too frightened to speak still.

"The second option is: I go sit in that chair, and you crawl to me on your hands and knees and beg me to punish you for being a shrill whore. And then we go from there."

The brunette's ire was raised when he called her shrill, but before she got a chance to speak or do anything, he stopped her with a hand in the air.

"Wait. I'm giving you these options… but if you choose the first one, that's it. It's over between us, Hermione. We won't be friends, we won't even be acquaintances. I will cut you out of my life for good."

Hermione's lip trembled.

"Harry, no… please," she begged him, on the verge of tears. Suddenly, she didn't even care that she was naked or that he had just slapped her.

"No, too much has already happened to make things normal between us again. I've given you your options, Hermione," he said coldly. "Make your choice."

He walked away and sat in his mum's reading chair. He sat there looking at her silently and she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She closed her eyes tight and tears dripped out, which she hastily rubbed away. Harry was her best friend. She had others, but he and Ron were special. They were her first real friends ever. And now because of her stupid, have-to-know-it-all actions, she was in danger of losing one of them. She had already screwed things up with Ron, and now she was screwing things up with Harry.

She glanced over at Lily who was whimpering in pain and wondered if she would ever have to be forced to do that. Her nipples hardened at the thought just as her brain was horrified at the pain she would feel.

In the end, the choice was obvious. There was no way she was walking out that door and losing one of her best friends forever. It was her choices that brought her here, and she would accept the consequences.

Hermione slowly placed her hands back on the ground. She looked up at Harry who didn't react. She bit her lip and started crawling towards him slowly, as her knees were now screaming at her to stand up and stop abusing them. She ignored the pain and finally came up to his feet.

She looked up at him and he smiled at her gently. She smiled back after some hesitation and they stood silent for a few moments. He seemed to be waiting for something. She mentally slapped herself and remembered what he had told her to do.

"Please, Harry, please punish me for being a sh-shrill whore," she begged him, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Hermione saw Harry's smile grow.

"That's a good pet," he crooned. He stroked her hair, and Hermione was surprised by how good it felt.

"Stand up," he ordered. "I haven't gotten a clear look at you yet."

Hermione blushed but did as commanded. She rose to her feet and her knees creaked and popped from under her. It was such a relief to get her weight off of them after all this time. She put her arms at her side and resisted the urge to cover herself with them. Harry nodded appreciatively and rose from the chair himself.

He trailed a finger down her chest and grabbed a breast in one hand. Hermione shivered at his touch. His other hand trailed down until he reached her swollen pussy. He rubbed the slit back and forth, greasing his finger a bit.

"Hmm, and how flexible are we, slut?" he asked her.

Hermione blinked at him in confusion, not knowing what to answer. "Erm, I don't know?"

He huffed. "Bend over and try and grab your ankles."

Hermione felt a little thrill at being commanded again. She obeyed and bent and reached out. She could just almost reach her ankles without bending her knees, but in the end had to bend them slightly so she could. She blushed when she realized that all her parts were now on display to Harry, who was staring at her from behind.

"Good," she heard. "In time you'll be able to touch the floor without bending your knees."

She didn't respond and he went back to rubbing her slit again. She gasped when she felt a finger go inside of her. It was harder to hold her form as he wiggled it around inside of her, but she stubbornly refused to let go of her ankles.

He took the finger out of her pussy and she relaxed. Only for a moment, however, because they she felt his wet and sticky finger probe the outside of her arse.

"Harry!" she said in a high-pitched voice. "I've never had anything back there!"

"First time for everything," was his bland reply. "And since I didn't tell you before, I'm letting you off with a warning. You speak when spoken to, understand? You aren't worthy enough yet to speak in my presence. The next time it happens your punishment will increase."

Her mind rebelled when he called her unworthy, but she didn't let it control her. She didn't say anything in response. She felt him continue to probe her arse and grunted when he finally slipped the finger in. It was very slightly painful, but mostly an odd sensation. He wiggled it around inside of her arse, and thrust it in and out a few times before removing it.

"Stand back up," he commanded.

She did. He walked in front of her and brought the finger up to her mouth. "Clean this off."

Hermione looked at him with wide eyes. That had just been in her butt. He quirked an eyebrow at her and she slowly opened her mouth. He nodded in satisfaction and placed it in her mouth. She closed her lips around it and tentatively swirled her tongue around the finger. She nearly gagged at the foul taste. It tasted metallic and dirty at the same time. She saw the look in Harry's eyes though, and continued to suck and clean his finger despite the awful taste.

"Good," he said. "Follow me."

He led her by the leash to the bed and told her, "Get on the bed."

She crawled onto it and faced him, but was confused when he shook his head.

"No. On your hands and knees. It's time for your punishment," he said, while unbuckling his belt and taking it off.

Hermione blinked and hesitated for a second. But she was resigned to her fate, so she slowly turned around and got on her hands and knees, exposing her most intimate parts to Harry again.

"Are you ready?" she heard him ask from behind her.

She nodded her head.

A sharp whistle of air reached her ears before her backside was suddenly engulfed in agonizing pain. She shrieked in surprise and pain and tears erupted from her eyes unbidden. Her arms and legs wobbled but she still managed to stay upright. Hermione remembered the night with Harry when he spanked and whipped her with his belt the first time. It wasn't as clear as her memories usually were, but she remembered clearly that while it hurt, it wasn't all that painful. The alcohol must have dulled her senses or Harry must not have been really swinging the belt all that hard at the time.

A second whistle in the air and Hermione shrieked again. This time she couldn't stay upright and fell down face first into the blankets beneath her, where she lay sobbing.

"Get up!" said Harry in a raised voice.

She lifted her head off the bed and twisted to look back at him.

"Please, Harry, I can't take that anymore!"

Harry's fist clenched around the belt. "The second option is still open to you, Hermione. Take it, if you want."

He backed up and turned away so she could see the doorway. The tears returned to her face, and though her mind begged her to rush out that door, her heart was telling her to stay. She trembled uncontrollably, but found the strength to get back into position.

Harry whipped her arse seven more times, and she felt like she couldn't remember a time where she didn't feel nonstop pain. He finally stopped and told her, "I was only going to do it 10 times, but your little rebellion in the beginning made the punishment worse."

She winced, but said nothing. Harry nodded in approval behind her and continued, "Get on your back, and bring your knees up to your head."

Hermione turned and dropped to her back, thankful for the small respite. She brought her knees up to her head and looked at Harry, who was looking back at her in appreciation with a small smile on his face. Just that morning she would have been horrified to be in such a compromising position in front of a boy, but here she was and all she could feel was relief that she wasn't getting whipped anymore.

She groaned when Harry rubbed his finger down her little slit.

"This is going to hurt," he said to her. "Are you ready?"

She looked at him in confusion and her eyes widened when she saw him raising the belt above his head.

"WAI—AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He brought the belt crashing down on her pussy without hesitation. If Hermione had felt pain before, it didn't compare to what she was feeling now. She started sobbing again uncontrollably and curled up into a fetal position, with her hands covering her nether lips in protection. She rocked back and forth in pain for a minute before she felt arms go under her knees and neck and gently lift her up. The brunette witch felt herself being carried and opened her eyes up to see Harry smiling down at her.

"Shh, luv, I know," he said to her gently. "It's over now, you did well."

She sobbed again in relief and relaxed against his chest. He sat her down in his lap as he dropped into a plush chair. His hands roamed all over her sweaty, naked body and she sighed softly in pleasure. The pain was still almost overbearing, however, and whenever his fingers danced over what must have been welts on her bottom, she winced in pain.

Hermione barely noticed him get his wand out and whisper a spell. Harry got up again with Hermione in his arms and she felt him carry her back to the bed. The feeling of Harry carrying her was so pleasurable to her that she started getting horny again despite her pain. He placed her on the bed on her stomach where she relaxed for a few moments.

She heard him taking off his clothes but also heard the sounds of a second person walking around. She raised her head up in confusion and looked around, and saw Lily rummaging around in her drawers. That must have been what Harry did with his wand, released Lily from her bonds and tit torture. Lily seemingly found what she was looking for and walked back to the bed with a small bottle in her hand. Then she felt someone get on the bed with her and turned her head to get her first real glimpse of Harry's crotch right in her face.

He had settled in right in front of her with his back against the bed's headboard. Her pussy quivered at the scent of his musk and she gazed in wonder at his cock. It was beautiful. It was completely erect by this point and the bulbous head was glistening with Harry's precum. Everything had happened so fast last time, she never even saw it. She licked her lips and barely heard Harry order, "Now suck on it."

Hermione didn't hesitate even a millisecond, she got back on her hands and immediately engulfed the head with her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and tasted Harry's salty juices with delight. She heard Harry groan from above her and felt his hands rest on her head and gently grasp her curls.

Suddenly she felt fingers on her arse and panicked for a moment. But then she felt the fingers rub something cold and soothing on her injured bottom and moaned on Harry's dick. It must have been Lily. She looked up at Harry and thanked him with her eyes and proceeded to thank him with her mouth. Having gotten excellent practice with the dildo, she easily took his entire length into her mouth and barely gagged when she felt him enter her throat. Hermione's nose was covered by his dark bush and she knew it must've smelt heavenly.

The pain gradually went away the more she felt the lotion being applied and she bobbed her head up and down Harry's cock in gratitude. Harry's hands never left her hair and tightened almost painfully around her curls.

"Fucking hell, that's nice," he breathed out. Hermione glanced up and saw that his head was resting against the headboard and his eyes were closed.

"It's all finished back here, Master," she heard Lily say softly from the end of the bed.

Harry opened his eyes and pulled on Hermione's head until his cock plopped out of her mouth, completely soaked in her saliva.

"Great, Mum, thanks," he replied back. To Hermione, he said, "Get on your back, pet."

Hermione did as he ordered as Harry got off the bed. He and Lily switched places. She glanced up at Lily and saw how swollen her nipples were around the metal rings inside of them. There must have been some sort of spell to make sure the rings didn't just rip out of her nipples, Hermione figured. She lost her train of thought when Harry crawled back onto the bed and positioned his body straight above hers. He smiled down at her while at the same time forcing her legs apart and kneeling in between them. She brought them up by reflex and unconsciously presented herself to him. Her pussy was dripping with desire by this point and she mewled in frustration when Harry just rubbed his head up and down the slit instead of going in.

"Say what you want, Hermione," Harry said to her while staring deep into her eyes.

Hermione's reply was immediate. "Fuck me, Harry, please fuck me!"

"Call me Master," he ordered.

Hermione hesitated for a moment but said, "Fuck me, Master, please!"

Harry smiled but didn't respond. His right hand trailed down her body until it reached her quim.

He asked, "Who does this belong to?"

Hermione knew what he was asking her. She struggled to reply because she knew that by saying it, her final degradation would be complete. She would finally speak what cement her being as nothing but Harry's possession, his toy to do whatever he wanted to do with, whenever he wanted, and wherever he wanted. She had always imagined that she would find a husband and be an equal and a partner in the relationship, but if she did this now, she didn't know if she could ever have that. But did she even want that anymore?

Harry's finger started rubbing her clit and she gasped.

"Who – does – this – belong – to?" Harry said, enunciating every word.

Merlin damn it all. "It… it bel… it belongs to you," Hermione whispered. She whimpered when Harry started rubbing her harder.

"I didn't hear you, say it again."

Hermione shouted, "It belongs to you, Master!"

Harry stared into her eyes in satisfaction and stopped rubbing. His finger traveled further down and she tensed as it entered her arse again.

"And this?"

"Yours, Master."

He nodded and brought his finger to her mouth. She sucked it willingly this time. It wasn't that bad, it was barely in there a second.

His eyebrows rose in question.

"Also yours, Master!" was Hermione's desperate response. All she wanted was for Harry to fuck her. She writhed under him and begged him, "Please, Master, take me!"

Lily crawled up to Hermione's head and put her tear-stained face above her own. As Harry continued to rub the head of his cock on her slit to tease her, Lily swung her red hair to the right so it wasn't smothering Hermione's face. Hermione whimpered when Lily lowered her face and placed soft butterfly kisses over Hermione's brows, cheeks, and nose.

"Please…" Hermione breathed out, begging both of them.

Lily's lips finally reached her lips and Hermione closed her eyes in satisfaction. There was something about kissing another woman that was so different from kissing a man. Lily's lips were soft and gentle and warm on her own. She opened her mouth when Lily's tongue started to probe her lips and tasted the salty residue of Lily's dried tears on her lips. Her arms rose and twined around Lily's neck, pulling her into a deeper kiss.

Hermione gasped into Lily's mouth when Harry finally entered her without warning. Lily broke off the kiss and smiled down at her.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

The younger witch could only nod as Harry started rocking back and forth into her. Lily's hands found their way to Hermione's breasts and started tweaking her nipples.

"Ohhh Merli—ohhh!" Hermione came with loud groan. Her entire body vibrated and her back arched up involuntarily.

The two Potters didn't let her rest, however. Harry increased his pace until his balls were smacking into Hermione's arse with a lewd slap each time he thrust forward. Lily stood on the bed from her kneeling position right above Hermione's face and lowered herself slowly until her dripping quim was right above Hermione's mouth. Her back hole was right above Hermione's nose and a strong, pungent musk overpowered every other smell. Hermione raised her head up just a bit and tasted another woman for the first time. Her juices were slimy and had an indescribable taste of both sweet and salty. Lily moaned above her as Hermione ate her out like she was starving. Hermione felt her brace herself on her breasts, which she massaged and squeezed every which way.

Meanwhile, Hermione's pussy had never felt so full, or so raw. It was already well fucked after her time in the cage and Harry seemed to have the stamina of a god. He was grunting like a man possessed with every thrust into her.

"Sit – on – her – face," she heard Harry say. It sounded like he was clenching his teeth. "Make – sure – she – can't – bloody – breath!"

Without hesitation, Lily's arse and pussy dropped onto Hermione's face. The pungent smell grew even stronger now that her nose was literally pressed firmly right against Lily's hole. Hermione grunted into Lily's pussy but it wasn't even audible. After a few moments, Hermione started to struggle a bit as she ran out of air, since she didn't have any warning at all to take a deep breath. Harry started pistoning in and out of her at an even faster pace and Hermione's attention was split between the fear of being suffocated by Lily's tasty cunt and the increasing pleasure she felt from her own. The two above her were finally able to hear her muffled screams as Hermione once again orgasmed from all the sensations she was feeling. Lily started to grind herself on Hermione's face and almost fucked her own arse with Hermione's nose. She came herself with a loud moan, and Hermione mouth and chin became liberally coated with her juices.

Hermione's eyes rolled to the back of her head and barely heard Harry's loud exclamation as he came inside of her. Lily rolled off her face and onto the bed as Harry's warm cum spurted inside her womb. Hermione gasped for breath and her pussy tightened around Harry's cock, milking it for all it was worth. After a few more thrusts and spurts, Harry collapsed onto Hermione's sweaty body. The next few minutes was spent by all three of them gasping and catching their breath.

"Merlin, Harry," said Hermione after a bit. "It feels like you dumped a liter of cum in me."

Harry's chest rumbled as he laughed on top of her.

"It bloody well feels like I did, do. My balls feel completely empty!"

He rolled off of her and came in between her and Lily. Lily purred softly and turned to hug and drape her arm around Harry's neck and her leg across his, until they were completely entangled. Without even thinking about it, Hermione did the same to Harry's other side, until the boy was covered by the two beautiful girls. Harry's cum started leaking out of her but she was too tired to care about it. All of them were sweaty and reeked of sex anyways.

She heard Harry sigh in contentment and adjust himself so that he could wrap both of his arms around his slaves.

"Now this is the life," he murmured softly to the both of them.

Hermione and Lily rested their heads on his shoulders and got comfortable cuddling their man. They looked at each other and smiled. A few minutes later, all three were sound asleep, worn out from their intense session.