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Chapter 2: A Mother's Touch
The same rhythmic sounds. Slap. Slap. Slap. Again, and again and again. Pleasure surged through Hermione's body, thrumming through her length with each precise submersion inside the tight clutching depths of her boyfriend's ass. Leaving Harry and Ginny alone, she and Ron made their way upstairs, falling once again into bed and into their usual pattern. Light kissing, followed by swift undressing, continuing into oral (not always mutual), before Ron rolled onto all fours, allowing Hermione to take him from behind, roughly and powerfully. It was always a satisfying pleasure. Balls-deep in a tight little hole. Yet, as Hermione stared ahead, rutting into his ass, slamming herself forwards and savouring the admittedly pleasant sensation of sex, she found herself… wanting. It was always the same. Always all fours. Always her on top. Despite their preferences being just that, she found it to be… stagnant. She liked Ron. Maybe even loved him. But this… This incessant repetition of same old sex. It was infuriating. Perhaps her past year at Hogwarts had coloured her expectations. Those fond memories of her fourth year, with each day bringing something new and exciting as she opened herself up to a brand-new world of sexual exploration. It seemed as if things had come to a grinding halt the moment, she arrived at Grimauld Place. She had been here for two weeks and whilst the first few nights with Ron were exciting, things quickly plateaued into the same sexual positions.
Unable to clear the thoughts from her mind that she could be doing so much more with her sexual horizons, she was reminded simply and completely of that very notion. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply, letting her imagination run wild. Or rather, searching her memory. After all, it took very little to recall what had ingrained itself in her mind only weeks before. Suddenly, her climactic thrusts forwards were twinned with a scintillating eroticism, her lips curling into a delicious smile, her stamina instilled with renewed vigour. Her eyes remained closed as she angled her head downwards, her eyes roaming across a newfound sight; one that had cemented itself as the most perverse and utterly delectable sexual experience of her life. Ron's round, taut bum cheeks were replaced with the flesh plumpness of her an older juicier arse, his pale pink skin taking a slightly darker hue, whilst remaining ostensibly white. As her closed eyes roamed her imagination, Ron's hair darkened, curled into a brunette tinge, and those casual glances he flashed over his shoulders, silently encouraging her to continue, begging for more, were replaced with the curt and sincere lips of her mother; whom bore an equally ravenous stare in her eyes. Suddenly, her cock erupted, her balls rapidly emptying themselves inside of Ron as she slammed forwards one last time, moaning loudly and uncontrollably as she lost herself in her imagination. What seemed like hours passed until she finally opened her eyes, abandoning he soft and mild-mannered features of her mother, only to collapse to the side and onto the bed, Ron remaining on all fours, at a loss, "Are you alright?"
"What? Why?" Hermione breathed in response, her smile stretching a little wider as she turned to look at him, only to spot the disappointment in his eyes. Confused, Hermione looked up and down his body, noticing his cock still rock-hard and throbbing between his legs.
"It's just… you never cum first? You've always had incredibly stamina. Exhausting stamina frankly. Everything alright?" Ron asked, slumping slightly, more concerned about what it meant for Hermione as opposed to his own orgasm. He couldn't rightly recall an instance like this before.
"Oh… Sorry… I suppose I'm just having an off day… Roll on your back. I'll finish you off," Hermione smiled softly, lightly smacking his arse to encourage him to flip over. Doing just that, Ron didn't pry any further, instead allowing himself to enjoy the sensation of Hermione's lips rolling over the head of his cock, her tongue more animated than usual, the bushy-haired girl instinctively flicking and curling her tongue across his cock, writhing in seemingly uncomfortable ways, almost as if her muscle memory had completely lost that which allowed her to elegantly envelop cocks. Still, it wasn't enough for Ron to complain as Hermione slavered over his cock, salivating at the taste as she hungrily bounced her lips up and down, her eyes clamped shut, once again losing herself in her own thoughts, recounting a summer of delectable experiences, all of which stood in direct opposition to the exquisite skills she had acquired the previous year at school. Perhaps that was what had her so longing for more new pleasures. She had enjoyed exceptionally unfamiliar experiences all through-out the summer at the hands of her own mother, to the extent that returning to her usual doggy-style with Ron just didn't cut it. It may have been the height of passion and pleasure before the summer, but now… it lacked that kinky air of perversion. An intoxicating air that her mother had completely enthralled her with. Rocking her lips back and forth, she closed her eyes, allowing her memories of the summer at home to make her blowjob into a truly exhilarating and exotic experience.
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Nine days. Hermione had made it nine long and arduous days. Frankly, she had only slept well on the first, with the following evenings spent tossing and turning in heated dreams of luscious relief. Why and how witches were unable to orgasm without the aid of someone else was one of life's great injustices, yet Hermione remained resolute in a number of factors. She was not going to sully herself with something as unseemly as a muggle gloryhole, though she had spent many hours researching local options, only to find them universally horrific in comparison to Hogwarts and its immaculate marble; she was not going to make use of the abhorrent little bug she kept trapped in a small plastic container, despite having considered releasing Ms Skeeter in return for a sexual favour; and she was not, by any means, going to go to her mother for relief. At least, that's what she told herself on day two. The fact that her mother had offered any such service as absolute mortifying to say the least. What was worse were the daily glances from her concerned mother, with the woman almost expecting her to come out and request some assistance. Unable to imagine how their relationship would continue after such an event, Hermione pushed it out of her mind and continued to suffer in silence. On the seventh day, after a week of strain, she spent two hours of exhaustive masturbation in a vain hopes of managing to whittle through whatever piece of natural preventive magic was at work, only to fail miserably and spend the next two days in perpetual torment, hiding her very obvious bulge from her mother and thankfully oblivious father. But after nine days, Hermione broke. A particularly suggestive letter from Ron was what snapped her, and she begrudgingly realised she would have to revaluate her previous resolutions. And ultimately, when comparing a grimy public bathroom, extorting a woman for sexual favours, or going to her mother for a handjob, she begrudgingly concluded that such an incestuous step was the most moral and hygienic.
Breathing deeply, she stood at the door to her parents' room in the early evening, looming there for several minutes as she worked up the courage to knock. Eventually, she lightly tapped the door, almost having a heart-attack as it slowly swung open. Inside, her mother was sat on her bed reading a book, only glancing up momentarily as she heard the knock. Seeing Hermione poke her head inside, her lips almost quivering as she tried to fumble through the speech she had prepared. Fortunately, enough, Mrs Granger had spent the entire nine days preparing for such an inevitability and stood up immediately, motherly intuition doing all the work for her as she approached Hermione, "Sit down sweetie. I'll only be a moment."
Doing as she was bid, Hermione sat on the edge of the bed as Mrs Granger left the room and descended downstairs. Hermione could hear a brief muffled conversation between her parents and swiftly heard the front door open and close. Seconds later, the car started and sped out of the driveway, leaving her and her mother alone. It took another minute for Mrs Granger to return upstairs, her mother smiling softly as she entered the room holding a carrier bag in one hand.
"You're father's out doing emergency shopping. We've got an hour or two. I… I… Well… Just relax. Don't worry about it," Mrs Granger smiled as warmly as possible, with Hermione propped on the edge of the bed, uncertain as to what to do or how to proceed. Silence hung in the air between the two of them for several moments, the confidence with which Mrs Granger initially acted melting into quiet uncertainty, "I… I did some preparation."
Startled by those words, Hermione watched as her mother brought the bag towards the bed. Only now did Hermione take stock of how large the bag actually was, brimming with contents. Tipping it out onto the bed, Mrs Granger took a step back, watching Hermione's eyes widen, with an audible gasp escaping her lips. The bag was filled with sex toys. Not only that, but lube, oil, intricate stretches of leather and silk, strange shaped plastics and a plethora of dildos and plugs. Taken aback by the sheer volume, Hermione noted a couple strap-ons in amongst the pile, each with interchangeable shafts, all of which were alongside an exhaustive range of different sized dildos, shaped in unique and creative ways. Some were still in the plastic packaging whilst others were sat on their own. Unable to formulate any proper words, Hermione simply mumbled, near incoherently, "What?"
"Well, the letter from Professor McGonagall said that students often experimented with one another so… I wasn't sure what you liked. I didn't know if there was only a specific thing that worked for specific people. I was worried you'd need help in a specific way, and I wouldn't be able to… you know… So, I bought a few things," Mrs Granger explained, her cheeks blushing a light red, her embarrassment showing through.
"But some of them are out of the packaging?" Hermione added, not thinking as she said it. Had she paused a moment, she would have realised what that implied and simply didn't mention it. It was evident that her mother had bought some additional toys to bolster an existing collection.
"I had some of them before. Your father and I… Well, I'm sure you don't want to know the details. But we made use of having the house to ourselves," Mrs Granger replied, almost with an air of defiance, as if she had to defend her sexual proclivities. Regardless, Hermione quickly blushed at the mention of her father. If there was something she couldn't imagine doing, it was talking about sex in a way relating to her father, let alone having to go to him for help. It was simply something that got under her skin. Still, Hermione quietly noted to herself that every single strap-on, alongside the larger dildos, were completely unwrapped.
"Erm… I don't think… think, they'll be necessary. A… a hand… a handj… I'm not expecting anything special just… bare minimum," Hermione breathed, taking longer than she would have wished trying to say the word 'handjob' before completely and utterly buckling beneath the pressure.
"Of course. That's fine as well. Why don't you get yourself comfortable? And… We can get this over and done with. Not that your inconveniencing me! I just… We can take as much time as is needed," Mrs Granger replied, taking a step back and clasping her hands behind her back, waiting patiently for her daughter to take the next step.
"Oh… yes… Sure… I'll just… take me clothes off and… and get comfortable," Hermione stammered, rising to her feet somewhat nervously. Instinctively, she lifted her hands to the pink blouse she was wearing, slowly beginning to unbutton it as her mother turned her head slightly away, admittedly curious to see how her daughter had grown, yet not so open with such a desire as to openly ogle her. Upon reflection, Hermione didn't have to even remove her top, yet with her brain sufficiently addled by her sex drive and the situation, she just turned to autopilot, popping each button out from its place until the blouse fell open entirely, exposing her flat creamy stomach and her simple white bra. Dropping the garment to the ground, she reached behind herself, unclasping her bra and freeing her breasts, unwittingly letting out a moan as the cold air immediately caught on her nipples, instantly erecting them with a shudder of sexual satisfaction. Praying her mother didn't notice, Hermione tentatively unfastened the button that held her jeans together, drawing her mother's eyes down with her hands, giving Mrs Granger the first glimpse of her daughter's impressive bulge. Lifting the back of her hand to her mouth, she stifled a gasp of surprise as her jeans swelled immensely. Slowly sliding the zipper downwards, Hermione took a deep breath before shimmying her hips out of the trousers, dragging them down alongside her boxer shorts, freeing her cock and affording her mother a glimpse at her daughter's growth. It was bigger than she anticipated, yet Mrs Granger stifled any desire to pass comment, knowing it would only serve to make her daughter more uncomfortable. Kicking the clothing to the side, Hermione stood naked in the room, her cock throbbing and pulsating with urgent desire.
"Comfortable?" Mrs Granger asked as she turned her gaze towards her daughter's deep red cheeks. Now unable to possibly fathom saying anything, Hermione simply swallowed her bottom lip and nodded. Gesturing towards the bed, Mrs Granger watched the girl sit down on the edge, her cock bouncing and flailing with its engorged weight, smacking lightly against her thigh, pre-cum gleaming across her swollen head. She could see the lust shuddering through her cock, the arousal and desperation for orgasm tingling in the subtle shakes of the shaft. The fact that pre-cum was beading already, despite Hermione's anxiety, made it clear to Mrs Granger how much of a problem this was. Had she known; she would have insisted on intervening earlier. Or at least that was her initial reaction. Later, when reflecting, she would wonder if perhaps that firm notion of insistence was swayed by her daughter's size and the instinctive tickle that took root between her own thighs, her own panties growing ever damper with the innate eroticism of the situation; something she made peace with by assuring herself that it was simply the base reaction that she would have to any form of sexual situation, regardless of who it was. At least, she would tell herself that. Clearing her head, Mrs Granger calmed herself. She had a job to do. Simple as that. With as comforting a smile as possible, she said, "I'll get started then."
Without waiting for Hermione to respond, Mrs Granger slid down onto her knees between her daughter's legs, reaching across her thigh to grab a bottle of massage oil. Squeezing a liberal handful into her palm, she coated her hands in the slick oil, dropping it casually to the ground once her digits gleamed and glistened sufficiently. Turning to Hermione's cock, Mrs Granger wasted no time at all in wrapping her slippery fingers around her meaty shaft, revelling in the warm throb of her sumptuous flesh. An immediate groan of satisfaction escaped Hermione's lips as she leant backwards, her concerns about approaching her mother for sexual relief melting away into nothingness. She had forgotten how another person's hands could feel on her cock; how it felt for her sensitive shaft to actually respond to what was happening to it. Pre-cum immediately began to leak down her cock, combining with the initial oily imprints of her mother's soft and tender hands. Slowly, Mrs Granger began to pump her hands back and forth, working her palms up and down, smearing oil and pre-cum along the massive, thick length, keeping her eyes fixed on the girl's shaft, watching it tremble and quiver as a result of the slightest grasp and squeeze of her palms. Subconsciously running her tongue across her lip, Mrs Granger salivated at the sight. A meaty shaft of cock, rigid and gloriously juicy. It was titillating to say the least. Her instincts led her down wild paths of imaginative speculation, whilst her more restrained side reminded her that this was her daughter. Cradling her shaft lovingly, Mrs Granger flashed a glance up to Hermione's face, concerned that she would still be embarrassed about all this, only to find the girl writhing in ecstasy, her lips bereft as moan after moan escaped her mouth, her chest rising and falling in tandem with her slippery hand movements. Smiling with a degree of pride, Mrs Granger turned back to her cock, consumed by a desire to make this the most satisfying and intense orgasm her daughter had ever experience, with her motherly instincts to provide her daughter with nothing short of the best kicking into action.
The wet sticky sounds of her oiled hands gliding across Hermione's cock filled the room, Hermione's moans becoming louder and more pronounced the faster that Mrs Granger stroked her. Her hands glided with silky intensity, caressing the most sensitive aspects of her cock. Showing her skills, Mrs Granger guided her palms from the base to the tip, her thumb running swift circles across the bulbous head, pre-cum pouring from the engorged tip. Biting her lip whenever her mother did that, Hermione struggled to hold back her orgasm. A part of her simply wanted to unload, yet she couldn't deny herself the satisfaction of the pleasure. After so many days, she felt like she deserved a slow and intimate handjob more than anything. Her cock became a gleaming beacon of oil and pre-cum, the slapping sounds of Mrs Granger's palms driving downwards becoming louder and more intense. Oil dripped from her cock, rolling down onto her balls, splattering across her thighs as her mother grew wilder with her movements. The feeling of her daughter's cock throbbing in her hands was captivating. She had such a large and magnificent cock, thicker and longer than anything she had ever seen. The more she spread the glistening oil across her length, the more appealing it became. What began as a slight quiver between her own legs, turned into an intense twisting burn. Her panties clutched to her slick folds as her clit began to tingle, begging for a hand to slide down between her folds. Able to hold back from such a carnal display, Mrs Granger continued to stroke her cock, instead locking her eyes onto the bouncing chest of her daughter. Each breath caused them to lightly jiggle, those delightful little nipples bouncing and shuddering in the most enthralling way. And the way she felt… The way she throbbed. The way her body writhed and contorted, twitching and moaning. It took everything in Mrs Granger to maintain her composure, even as she twisted her own thighs together, trying in vain to quell the desire in her slit.
Shuffling a little closer, Mrs Granger dropped one of her hands down to Hermione's balls, feeling the heavy, bulging handfuls in her palm. They were so full. She could practically feel them churning in her palm, readying to spray forth. How her daughter managed to hold this much was beyond her, yet she felt a pang of sympathy in how cumbersome it must have been. Continuing to stroke her cock, she massaged her balls, coating them liberally in oil, lightly squeezing and fondling each of her sensitive balls. Then… Mrs Granger moaned. Immediately stifling herself, her eyes flew wide as she looked up at Hermione. Thankfully, the girl was so enveloped in the pleasure that she didn't notice, however, Mrs Granger couldn't stop her cheeks from blushing. With renewed focus, she kept her lips clamped shut and worked her daughter's cock, pumping and stroking it with rhythmic precision. Knowing that her daughter was on the verge of orgasm, Mrs Granger intensified her handjob. Speeding up, she added more pressure to her fondling of her balls, constantly squeezing and milking her cock for as much pre-cum as possible. Every few pumps of her hand were interlaced with a quickly rub of her tip, causing Hermione's breathing to quicken as she almost began to drool from the pleasure. It completely clouded her head. No longer was she nervous about it being her mother. In fact, she wasn't even registering the fact it was her mother. In her pleasure-ridden mind it was simply a faceless pair of hands working her cock with masterful technique. All she focussed on were the tightening of her balls, the looming presence of her orgasm and the sublime desire she had to unload every last drop that had been tormenting her over the past few days. Her moans became animalistic, wild, desperate. She even began to lightly thrust upwards, driving her cock harder into her mother's grip, a fact that Mrs Granger noted with an unconscious lick of her lips. The oil had dripped along Hermione's body, rolling down into the crack of her ass, making her ass cheeks glimmer and shine whenever she lifted them from the bed, the sight teasing Mrs Granger, taunting her with the sumptuous curves of her daughter's remarkably juicy arse. Such thoughts plagued her as she focussed on the handjob, knowing that her daughter was about to cum any moment now.
In retrospect, the heaviness of Hermione's balls should have been an indicator, yet Mrs Granger did nothing to prepare for the eventual orgasm of her daughter. So much so that the first spurt of cum completely startled her, causing her to gasp as it jetted out of her engorged tip. It splashed against her cheek, dripping down onto her blouse as several longer strands shot out. Managing to direct it away from her face, she soaked her blouse almost completely, painting the garment with cum. Despite her best efforts, several shots of cum still splattered onto her skin, landing on her neck and chin, the warm stickiness giving her a cathartic sense of relief. Milking her cock dry, Mrs Granger marvelled at the almost minute long orgasm, with spurts of cum coming every few seconds, with marked intensity and power. Finally, she managed to drain Hermione's balls entirely, the last couple beads of cum rolling down her shaft and coating her palms. Out of instinct, she continued to stroke Hermione's cock, working it until it was completely soft In her hands, letting her cock slap down against her thigh, oil, pre-cum and cum all coating the still sizable length. Sitting on her heels, Mrs Granger looked down at herself, simply astounded at the amount of cum that had come from her daughter. Wiping what she could from her face, she eventually conceded that there was no chance of her not getting it on the floor. With a sigh, she looked up at her daughter, noting the smile on her lips and the look of pure relief on her face. That was reward enough, Mrs Granger thought as she continued to kneel there, waiting for her daughter to regain her senses. Eventually, Hermione glanced down, her look of relief turning to one of horror as she saw what state she had rendered her mother in, "Oh my god! Mum! I'm sorry! Let me grab a towel!"
"Don't worry about it. A towel would be good though…" Mrs Granger chuckled as her daughter leapt of the bed and rushed to the ensuite to grab her a towel. Watching her daughter's cock bounce and flail in its softened state was remarkably satisfying for Mrs Granger -alongside getting an unhampered view of Hermione's oiled cheeks bouncing through the doorway-. Returning from the bathroom, Hermione handed her the towel, not concerned for her own nudity but rather ensuring her mother was alright. Starting to wipe herself clean, Mrs Granger finally managed to stand up, chuckling, "Is this… normal for magical people?"
"Sometimes. I suppose when you wait too long it can get a bit messy," Hermione explained, folding her arms over her chest, yet making no attempt to dress or hide herself from her mother's view. It would have felt pointless anyways, given the events they had partaken in.
"How long would you have to wait between… sessions? At Hogwarts I mean?" Mrs Granger asked out of curiosity. When she received the letter from the school, she had wondered about how prevalent this was. Did they just stop in the corridors for some relief?
"Not long. At least once a day," Hermione mentioned nonchalantly. She wasn't entirely sure how long she had to wait for things to get uncomfortable for herself as she had such ready access to relief that she often never felt the effects of prolonged abstinence.
"And you waited nine days to get help from me? Sweetie, I know I'm your mother, but honestly. I'd rather you didn't spend your holidays in torment," Mrs Granger sighed, wiping away the rest of the cum and dropping the towel into the washing hamper.
"I know… but, it's… it's… it's…" Hermione stammered slumping down onto the bed, her breasts bouncing free as she let her hands fall to her sides. Looking up at her mother, she saw both of a look of sympathy and understanding on her face.
"Awkward? Embarrassing? Well, you've done it once now. It'll make next time a lot easier…" Mrs Granger smiled, sliding down onto the bed beside her daughter, not caring if she got cum on the sheets. She'd have to wash them regardless given the oil streaks.
"I suppose. You really… you really don't mind?" Hermione asked shyly, turning to look at her mother, becoming slightly more self-conscious as she looked into her mother's eyes. Yet, Mrs Granger remained unflinching In this regard, her smile was sweeter than ever.
"Not in the slightest. You're my daughter. Now, promise me that you'll come to me the moment you start feeling you need relief. The moment. Okay? Even if it is every day," Mrs Granger said, almost ordering her to do so. What Mrs Granger didn't admit was how she wasn't solely motivated by her daughter's well-being in ensuring that Hermione remained sufficiently satiated.
"I will. I should let you clean up. Shower and stuff. If you want a hand cleaning the sheets and carpets before dad gets back, give me a shout," Hermione smiled softly, gathering up her clothes and making her way over to the door, ultimately stopping just shy from it.
"You could get started on dinner. I'll worry about this," Mrs Granger suggested, starting to take the sheets of the bed and stuffing them into the hamper. Collecting up the considerable number of sex-toys she had, she tucked the bag into her closet as Hermione left.
"Okay. Love you mum," she smiled as she left, going to the other bathroom to shower and change. She felt a little oily after the whole situation and needed to clean it all off. Before she left though, she heard her mother call out to her with a chirp in her voice.
"Love you sweetie," she called out, watching the door shut after Hermione, leaving her alone with her thoughts, able to reflect on what just happened between her and her daughter. Suddenly, the thrum of pleasure tingled through her pussy once more and she found it impossible to ignore the sensation any further.
As soon as the door shut, Mrs Granger denied herself no longer. The pair of jeans she was wearing were quickly undone, the simple pair of cotton panties dropped down to her knees to reveal her slick and dripping wet pussy, neatly trimmed so that all that remained was a thin strip of dark brown hair. Her fingers crashed against her folds, carving through her slit and massaging the most tender and sensitive spots she could find. Dipping a couple fingers inside of herself where she could, she let out soft and carnal moans, making sure that she wasn't overheard. Falling backwards onto the bed, she writhed in orgasmic intensity, her pussy slick and wet from arousal, that slickness now dripping over her fingers as she caressed her sensitive quim. Curling her fingers upwards where she could, she lightly grazed her g-spot, rubbing It as furiously as she could in tandem with her clit, arching her back and driving her crotch upwards. In truth, she probably looked rather unhinged as she drove herself towards an orgasm, but as quickly as it all began, it came to an intense end with her body shuddering as a delicious orgasm rushed through her body, her pussy leaking even more slickness to cope with it. It all ended with her half naked body, dishevelled and stained, flopped against the bed, a complete mess from the events of the past half hour and thoroughly satiated in terms of her own pleasure. Breathing heavily, she simply enjoyed the remnant pleasure of her lingering orgasm, laying there in a sticky mess. Her deep-seated hunger for pleasure still remained, despite that intense orgasm. Cursing lightly, she rolled off the bed and stripped herself naked, dropping her clothes into the hamper in order to shower. Knowing she had neither time nor the resources to reach a satisfying end, Mrs Granger instead went about cleaning herself and then the bedroom, tucking the hamper of messed up clothing and sheets under her arm to go and wash them, plotting how best to get her well-deserved relief.
That evening, Hermione slept like a baby. For the first time in several days, she was able to turn in her sleep with her cock catching on her bed and waking her up. She was able to sleep without endless dreams of sex and satisfaction plaguing her mind, robbing her of the peaceful slumber she so desired. It was fortunate in the end that she slept soundly that evening, as the entire Granger household was rendered a constant haven of sound. Whilst Hermione dozed peacefully, the rhythmic sound of Mrs Granger's headboard banging against the wall echoed throughout their house, her louds grunts of pleasure following each rattling sound as she was filled with rigid cock. Bent over on all fours, her pert breasts bouncing beneath her, the cool air catching her hardened nipples, Mrs Granger kept her eyes tightly shut, her husband positioned behind her, driving himself into her tight clutching pussy, hammering her cunt with all his might, his heavy cum-laden balls smacking against her slick, glistening pussy. As each inch filled her to her brim, stuffing her full, she couldn't help but let her mind wander. She had always seen her husband as a paradigm of sexual prowess, his cock being large, thick and veined. No matter what sexual perversity they got up to, he always managed to make her cum with his fat slab of man-meat. Yet, today she learnt that her worldview was utterly skewed. The pinnacle of sexual prowess had shifted. And despite Mrs Granger's best efforts, she couldn't dissuade herself from imagining how it would feel to have such as large and momentous a shaft as her daughter's driving into her holes. As her fingers clawed at the sheets beneath her, she found herself lost in thought, still able to feel each rigid inch of throbbing flesh in her hands, able to trace each vein and ridge. She could see her daughter's writhing body in front of her, and whilst she tried to fight it, she couldn't deny that that sight made the pleasure she was feeling, all the more intense and satisfying.
The next morning, everything returned to normality. The Grangers ate breakfast as a family, Hermione oblivious to her parents' activities the night before and Mr Granger unaware of what his wife and daughter got up to prior to the evening. And once again the Grangers went about enjoying the holiday now that their daughter had returned from school. Having planned a day trip, the trio made their way to the beach and enjoyed a typical unsightly day out at a British beach, huddling in the cold as best they could. It was only on the way back home that Hermione began to feel that all too familiar feeling between her thighs. Despite her best efforts to hide the fact, Hermione noticed her mother's concerned gaze in the car mirror, sighing softly as she realised there was very little hope in such a thing remaining hidden for long. Nodding tentatively to her mother, Hermione conceded that she would once again require her mother's aid in relieving herself. This time, however, Hermione had the entire car-ride home to prepare herself for the inevitability, finally managing to get herself into the proper mindset by the time the car had pulled into the driveway. Clambering out of the car, Hermione had her mother quickly murmur to her, "Head up to my room. I'll get your dad out the house for a time."
"Okay mum," Hermione breathed, plucking her keys from her pocket and entering the house, not staying around to watch her mother try and blag her way into getting her father out of the house. She had never thought to inquire as to how she got her dad to leave the day before, but such thoughts seemed a trivial formality. Besides, Hermione had to prepare for once again receiving a handjob from her mother. It took a couple minutes for Mrs Granger to slip into the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her and turning to face her anxious looking daughter.
"Right… We only have half an hour. With that in mind, we might have to be a little quicker," Mrs Granger explained as she stepped into the room, her hands clasped behind her back. Given how long things took yesterday, half an hour wasn't out of the realm of reason. But it was pushing it.
"I'll be as quick as I can then," Hermione said, quickly starting to unbutton the blouse she had been wearing. As she pulled the garment off her body, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra, she noticed her mother standing there with a look on her face.
"I have no doubt about that. My concern is more with clean-up. So, follow me," her mother smiled softly, moving past the bed and towards the bathroom. Confused, Hermione followed after her, only to see her mother turning the shower on, letting the hot steamy water begin to cascade down the glass panels that separated the shower from the rest of the room.
"The shower? You're going in fully clothed?" Hermione asked, uncharacteristically dumbly. Admittedly, she probably should have assumed her mother's intention was to also be naked, yet she hadn't even allowed herself to think about her mother in any sexual capacity. Nudity was inherently sexual for her and thus seeing her mother being naked would have been sexual. At least, that was how Hermione would come to justify her momentary lack in sense.
"That wasn't my intention, but if it makes you more comfortable?" Mrs Granger offered, having hoped that she would be able to join her daughter in a state of complete undress. Not strictly in a sexual way, but rather so as to avoid having to dry completely drenched clothing. Not to mention the discomfort of that clothing clinging to her body.
"No, no, no… That would be… Be stupid. If you think it'll be quicker this way then, okay," Hermione conceded, reaching behind herself and unclasping her bra, letting her breasts bounce free as she started to strip away her jeans and panties. Having been relieved the day before, she finally felt comfortable enough to wear a pair of panties again, without feeling their confines stretched by her engorged cock. As Mrs Granger watched Hermione drop the panties to the ground, she couldn't help but note how gorgeous her hardened shaft looked, bulging against the tight-fitting fabric of her underwear, swelling against the garment and threatening to burst free in its rigid magnificence. Quickly shaking such a thought from her head, Mrs Granger pulled her own top over her head, revealing her rather intricate black lace bra, a common garment for her given her and Mr Granger's more salacious past-times. Unclasping it, she revealed her tits to her now naked daughter, the younger girl blushing as she averted her eyes from her mother's rapidly exposed body. They were a little smaller than her daughters, given their difference in frame, yet they were decidedly perky, with a delicious weight to them. Not to mention two round puffy nipples, hardened by the inherent arousal of being naked with her daughter. Next came the jeans, with Mrs Granger rather hurriedly tossing them and her panties aside, not wanting Hermione to notice the matching pair of black panties and assume that this was her intention all along. Unfortunately, she wasn't swift enough to hide that fact, with Hermione's eyes widening. Her eyes didn't remain on her mother's panty choice for long as she looked towards Mrs Granger's crotch and for the second time in her life saw a woman's pussy. The first time had been with Apolline Delacour and involved a rather exotic potion yet seeing one in the flesh was off immense intrigue to Hermione. Her past year had been defined by exploration of sexual horizons and to her, in a strange and perverse way, her mother's pussy was a new avenue of said exploration. Rather, pussies In general were a new avenue. It was simple chance that the only real pussy she had seen belonged to her mother. Or at least, so she thought. She couldn't take her eyes of that neatly shaven strip leading down to her mother's slit like a tantalising pathway to the pleasures that lay beyond. Quelling such thoughts, she looked back to her mother, blushing wildly as Mrs Granger did the same.
"Right, let's go," Mrs Granger beamed, pulling the door of the shower open and stepping inside, the wash of steamy air flooding into the room as she let the water cascade over her body. Her swiftness in doing so had alternate motivation. From experience, she knew that the constant downpour of a shower was a convenient and reliable way to hide the gleam and glisten of arousal. With a deep breath, Hermione stepped inside after her, the door closing behind them and the hot water cascading over their bodies, the steam filling the small confines like an alluring miasma of salacious desire. It was a uniquely intense and captivating ambience. Somewhat by design, Mrs Granger had opted for the comparatively smaller shower in the house, forcing their bodies to be within touching distance of one another. However, the two of them retained a modest inch or two between them so as to avoid embarrassing one another. As they let the water rush over their bodies, their nipples hardening, the steamy aura enveloping their gaze, their arousal only catalysed by the rushing torrent of water. A soft smile stretched across Mrs Granger's lips as she casually ran a hand across her body, allowing the water to cascade down her in such an elegant manner. She hadn't done so as a means to appear arousing, yet the way her fingers indented into her body was simply… thrilling. At least to Hermione, who stood there like a statue, not wanting to move and accidently touch her mother inappropriately. But despite her best efforts, their bodies were eventually pressed firmly together; breasts against breasts; flesh upon flesh.
Suddenly, Mrs Granger leaned forwards, pushing her chest in Hermione's, their supple tits pushed firmly together, sandwiched as one, overlapping and smothering one another's nipples amidst a haven of plump juicy flesh. Startled, Hermione stepped backwards, only to find herself back against her wall and her mother continuing to push into her. Their stomachs laid flat together, with one of Mrs Granger's thighs slipping between Hermione's, the young girl's cock laying draped across the older Granger's leg. Confused as to her mother's sensual and sumptuous advances, Hermione panicked, only to quickly calm herself as her mum retreated, revealing the impetus for her movements. Shower gel; a sufficient replacement for oil. Breathing heavily, Hermione tried to recover from the inherent sexual satisfaction of having another's body pressed tightly against her own. Forcing herself to keep her eyes averted from her mother's admittedly curvaceous body, Hermione struggled, unable to do so as Mrs Granger slowly slid down onto her knees. Given the small confines of the shower, she had to shuffle forwards slightly, her lips coming only a couple inches away from Hermione's stomach. Flipping open the cap, Mrs Granger kept her eyes locked on Hermione's, the two staring at one another in an uncomfortable sexual gaze. Both of them noticed the salacious undertones, yet neither one wanted to commit entirely, creating a palpable sense of sexual repression, their stomachs twisting in on each other. As Mrs Granger covered her hands in gel, drizzling a long strand across Hermione's cock, she leant forwards, and to Hermione's surprise, planted a soft kiss against her belly. Startled, Hermione froze. That was on purpose. It had to be. It was too perfect and precise to be a simple callous graze of her lips. It pushed into her skin. Not wanting to draw attention to it, Hermione feigned ignorance, instead letting herself relish the cool chill of the cold gel against her cock, all before her mother's velvety hands took their place around her length.
Gripping Hermione's cock, she began to steadily work it, falling right back into her delectable rhythm from the day before, sensually lathering the girl's cock with her hands. Breathing heavily, Hermione reclined against the wall, keeping her hands fastened behind her back, her hips lightly thrust forwards allowing her mother's hot breath to rush across the head of her cock due to proximity. It took very little time for Hermione's cock and Mrs Granger's hands to be a thick soapy mess, the slickness of the lather allowing for a sensual and luscious massage. Fighting the urge to thread her hands through her mother's hair, Hermione simply relished the pleasure all the while keeping her eyes closed and imagining anyone other than her mother. She tried to envision Ginny, Luna, Ron, Harry… So many different naked figures, yet no matter how much she tried, her eyes always snapped back open, and she was met with her mother's stern and loving gaze, affixed on her cock and concentrating on jerking her as best she could. Using both of her hands, Mrs Granger didn't bother to stop any residual soap from dropping down onto her body with both pre-cum and soap splashing against her breasts. Due to their position, Mrs Grangers breasts were pushed together, catching any droplets and rendering her breasts as equally soapy to Hermione's cock. As such, Hermione was simply unable to avert her eyes from those sumptuous mounds of soft flesh, adorned with delicious suggestive splatters of white soap, creating a sight that simply drove Hermione wild. Amidst the haze of steam and the miasma of pleasure, she could have sworn that her mother was batting her eyelids whenever she looked up, her lips crooked into a suggestive smirk, her tongue curling along her lips as if to suggest a carnal hunger. Hermione could have sworn her mother was moaning, biting her lip and practically begging for more. Telling herself she was mistaken, Hermione tried to shut her eyes once more, but with met with an even more salacious sight; one of her own making and one she simply couldn't deny. Her mother's curt lips stretched around her cock, salivating and suckling on her engorged dick.
Her fantasy vision was incongruous to the pleasure she was experiencing, but it was enjoyable, nonetheless. Picturing her mother in such a compromising position. Suddenly, her mother's lips were bouncing further down her cock, swallowing more and more, her fantasy growing wilder. She could have sworn that she could hear gagging sounds as her mother impaled herself on her cock, plugging her throat with her veiny shaft, smothering her own ability to breath so as to better gorge herself on the thickness of her beloved daughter. Fighting the sight as best she could, Hermione couldn't help but wind herself deeper into that orgasmic fantastical world. Suddenly, the vision of her mother changed, with one of her mother's hands abandoning her cock and sliding down her supple pert body. Fondling and squeezing her soapy breasts, she plucked and played with her nipples for Hermione's benefit, teasing them with her thumb, even going so far as to drizzle a bead of saliva down onto it with a salacious grin that was unbecoming of her kempt mother's appearance. Slowly, her hand began to descend further, arriving at her pussy. Hermione watched her hand spread those folds apart, flashing and taunting her with glimpses of her tight and clutching depths, her sumptuous pussy unfurled for her to admire and lust after. As her fantasy shifted and changed, Hermione failed to note one particular detail. Whilst her fantasy vision of her mother's lips around her cock wasn't mirrored by the pleasures that her mother was gifting her cock, the shifting from a double handed stroke to a single hand was. A hand had indeed abandoned Hermione's cock. And whilst Hermione lost herself in her own uncontrollable fantasy, she ultimately missed out on something comparable. Comparable, yet very much real.
The water rushing over her body, cascading over her breasts and running down between her thighs did a number on Mrs Granger. Every part of her was tingling as her arousal peaked. Unable to deny herself any longer, she dropped a hand from Hermione's cock and buried it down between her legs. Rubbing her clit at first, she ran constant circles across the bead of pleasurable flesh, her moans drowned out by the water and wet slaps of her hand across Hermione's shaft. Before long, she found herself unable to satiate herself with only her clit, her fingers beginning to slide through her folds, doing circuits of her most sensitive areas, rushing her fingers through the flaps of her cunt. She knew her body like the back of her hand, knowing the best places to drive pleasure into her body. Running three fingers along her entire slit, she dipped two of them inside of herself, lightly fingering her pussy for a few seconds before slipping them out and riding up to her clit. With a few circles of her throbbing, engorged clit, she slid her hand back down her pussy, her fingers splitting either side of her folds, spreading them apart and allowing the hot steamy water to crash against her entrance. Repeating this cycle, Mrs Granger sent moans flooding from her lips, her hand continuing to jerk Hermione's cock as best as she could despite the distraction thrumming between her thighs. To her surprise, Hermione remained utterly oblivious to everything that was happening, her eyes remaining shut tightly, too embroiled in her own thoughts to glance down and see the extent of her mother's passion for what she was doing. There was something to be said about sharing pleasure. There was an inherent carnal satisfaction in arriving at orgasm in tandem with someone. For Mrs Granger, it seemed to only be supercharged by the fact it was someone in her own family. A level of kink and salacious intensity was found in her orgasm being shared with her daughter. It was that drive that ultimately pushed her to caress her pussy faster and with more precision, curling a fourth digit into her tight and clutching pussy, putting the work in to push an orgasm through her mature body so that she could share in the bliss of cumming with her daughter, only to watch as Hermione's eyes opened, glancing down to see her mother's fingers plunging into her pussy, looks of pleasure surging across her lips.
There was a brief moment where everything appeared to freeze. Mrs Granger's hand continued to jerk Hermione's cock, yet ceased its movements down below as her daughter stared at her with disbelief. Uncertain as to the emotion behind that disbelief, Mrs Granger hesitated to finger-fuck herself until she knew what her daughter was thinking. Rather unceremoniously and perhaps counter to her true thoughts of utter bafflement, Hermione let out a crass groan of pleasure as she grunted, "Oh fuck…"
Taking that as a go ahead, Mrs Granger slipped right back inside of herself, pushing pleasure into the tight crevice of her cunt. In truth, Hermione was confused. Not at why her mother was playing with herself. That much was clear. Rather, confused as to what to think about. Confused as to why her cock shuddered and twitched at the sight. Why in that moment she had to fight the urge to let her orgasm spray forth across her mother mid masturbation? Those questions ultimately dissipated into simple moans of pleasure as her mother's soapy handjob intensified and her orgasm reared its head. Suddenly, the thought of her mother sucking on her cock became a more tangible notion. Even if it was wrong and driven by momentary lust, Hermione didn't have to close her eyes to envision those thin delicate lips clasping themselves around her cock. Staring into her mother's eyes, she was given the perfect view and angle. She could see the pleasure rippling across her mother's face, framed by the bulge of her breasts, leading downwards to her spread thighs where her hand worked rhythmically through her folds. Suddenly, Hermione felt no shame or embarrassment in ogling her mother's pussy, in admiring every detail and fold. If anything, she was singularly disappointed by the swiftness of her mother's fingers. The way her mother played with herself was so quick that she struggled to admire the details and intricacies of her anatomy. Her previous experience with pussy was defined by pleasure. Now, she had an opportunity to explore that instinctual curiosity, to understand the intimacies of a quim. However, much like her thoughts regarding the details of her confusion, her desire to understand her mother's pussy were quickly pushed to one side by the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She no longer had any grounds, or in fact desire, to fend of her orgasm any longer.
Mrs Granger felt Hermione's cock beginning to spasm, her balls undoubtedly sending her load charging through her shaft. Desperate to share in the pleasure, Mrs Granger sank all four fingers inside of herself, hooking her thumb up to her clit and wildly rubbing her sumptuous bead. The subsequent pleasure sent her into overdrive, her hand clamping down instinctively on Hermione's cock and inadvertently spurring on the girl's orgasm. Suddenly, several long strands of cum surged from Hermione's tip, splashing unceremoniously across Mrs Granger's face. Unlike yesterday, she made no attempt to redirect the stream, instead letting Hermione's cock paint her liberally with cum, splashing every inch of her face with the substance. Consumed by the pleasure, Hermione found herself too addled by her orgasm to note her mother's moans and the seemingly joyous look of satisfaction on her face as she was doused in cum. Fortunately for them both, the cum was quick to wash away, the torrent of water splashing across her features and wiping them clean. With Hermione's cock softened and Mrs Granger's pussy steadily loosening around her hands, the two of them remained in position for several moments, breathless and exhausted after the sumptuous ordeal. With a little bit of Hermione's help, Mrs Granger clambered to her feet, making sure that the rest of the cum on her face had been washed away before flicking the switch for the shower off, "See… Much better. No mess and no need for a shower to clean up."
"Yeah… Kinda… Kinda feel like the shower was a bit… I dunno, maybe it was the steam. Things were a little hazy," Hermione breathed, stepping out of the shower to a rush of cold air flooding over her body. Mrs Granger almost immediately picked up on what she meant. She had hoped that they would simply let it be and not mention what had happened, but it was ultimately reckless of her as a mother to leave her daughter brewing in the meaning of seeing her own mum masturbating in front of her.
"Look, sweetie… I sort of got carried away. The water and steam and… It pushed me to a place I shouldn't have let it. I'm really sorry that it happened," Mrs Granger admitted, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself, hoping to make it more comfortable for Hermione by applying some modesty to the situation.
"Oh, no… It's fine… I suppose. Yeah. Its fine. I mean… I'd say that you… relieving me is more taboo than watching you do that to yourself. It's… it was just a little startling," Hermione stammered, taking a step forward and nervously blushing. She could see her mother was embarrassed about what she had done and the more she thought about it, the more she managed to convince herself that there was no reason to be. Whether that was true or not was of no concern ultimately. All that mattered as that she believed it, "And I suppose it was somewhat selfish of me to not consider how relieving me would affect you. It's inherently sexual so of course it would… get you going…"
"Of course, right?" Mrs Granger grinned eagerly, her zeal ultimately betraying what she was thinking deep down. This had been on her mind since the day before and hearing her daughter echo the thoughts, she used to justify herself only served to reaffirm her opinion, "I mean… It's not weird or anything? Is it?"
"No. Of course not. It's just natural. If anything, I feel a little selfish for not offering to reciprocate. It always good manners to give as good as you get," Hermione chuckled, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle as she grabbed a towel herself and wrapped it around her body.
"There is no need for that. I don't… need it like you do," Mrs Granger smiled, closing the distance between them, "But I think it was responsible for us to talk about this as opposed to ignoring it. We're both grown-ups after all. I'll try to refrain from… allowing myself to go that far again."
"And I'll try not to look all terrified if you do," Hermione smirked, the two of them giggling slightly before Hermione went back to her room to change, feeling more relieved that she normally would. As strange as it was, she almost felt like she was back at Hogwarts. When she was sat there yesterday, getting jerked off, it felt weird and alien. But in the shower, it felt more mutual. It felt less like Hermione was being serviced and more like… more like… She couldn't quite put the words in place, but she definitely felt more comfortable with her mother. A lot more comfortable.
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"Urgh…" Ron groaned, cum spurting from the head of his cock and filling Hermione's mouth. The sudden jet snapped Hermione out of her dreamy hazy, bringing her crashing back into the moment. Moaning softly, she instinctively savoured the taste of Ron's cum as it drizzled across her tongue. Swallowing deeply, she let it roll down her throat and fill her stomach, her lips working back and forth to diligently milk him dry. It didn't take long for Hermione to pluck her lips from Ron's softening cock, her desire for cum satiated. Shifting backwards, she looked down at Ron's cock, wiping her lips and trying to reason with her thoughts.
It wasn't Ron. She was confident of that. She wasn't growing bored of having sex with Ron. It was… She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was just that they had been doing the same thing for several weeks now and that she wanted a little spice. But… that didn't fully explain it either. She and Ron had never really done anything all that exciting together. Sure, they had had wild and ravenous sex with one another on countless occasions, but the kinkier explorative aspects of Hermione's life had always been performed with someone else. She had discovered threesomes with Ginny and Luna, relished the excitement of the school gloryhole with Harry and Gabrielle, and had indulged in the delights of traditional muggle female anatomy with Apolline Delacour. It was the same with Ron. He had done plenty of exciting kinky things, but never really with her. He had fucked the two Patil twins of several occasions, become Fleur Delacour's personal go to cock and even explored incest with his own sister. They had shared stories of their previous sexual encounters when the two finally committed to a romantic relationship at the end of the previous school year, catching up on a whole year of perverse antics after their rocky relationship through-out. It was only when they agreed to an open sexual relationship and freely discussed their other sexual forays that the two discovered just how explorative and prolific the two of them were. But they had never actually done any of that kinky stuff together. They hadn't discovered a new personal kink together since the very first time they lost their virginity together. And that personal kink was sex itself.
"Are you sure you're alright, Hermione? You seem distracted," Ron asked, quickly picking up on Hermione's out of character stare. It took Hermione a moment to snap back, a quick smile flashing across her lips before just as quickly fading.
"Erm… Yeah… I guess… I dunno. Was that good for you?" Hermione asked, propping herself up on the edge of the bed, looking expectantly at Ron. She was quite vague with her questioning, resulting a strange look from Ron as he shifted himself upright.
"What? The blowjob? Yeah, you're really quite good at them," Ron replied, hoping to quell any self-conscious concerns Hermione may have had about her skills. However, that wasn't what was preoccupying Hermione's thoughts.
"No, I mean. Was it satisfying? Not sexually or physically, but… I dunno," Hermione explained, although rather poorly. It was now that she began to pick up on her own vagueness, struggling to properly explain the thoughts running through her own head, "I suppose, I've just been getting caught up on how… repetitive our sex has become over the past two weeks. It's been fun, but it's… the same position, same stuff…"
"I hadn't really thought about it… I guess you're right," Ron said, taking a moment to think back on the past few weeks. It hadn't bothered him nearly as much as it had Hermione, but looking back, it was all rather similar. The more he thought, the more difficult it became to distinguish different days and encounters from one another. In the heat of the moment, it was blissful heaven, but retrospect he could see how it left something to be desired.
"But… I don't think that just changing up positions will do anything. I… I dunno… I feel like we need to… have a thing," Hermione rambled eagerly, taking Ron's agreement as an indication that she wasn't completely mad and allowing her messy thoughts to flow over one another, "A thing that is our thing. As a couple."
"Right…" Ron smiled, a little taken aback by the sudden surge of enthusiasm in Hermione's voice. He had been kind of worried that Hermione was blaming him for the stagnation, but this sudden sense of drive from Hermione gave him the impression that she was more self-critical if anything, "Have anything in mind?"
"No. But that's the point. We should experiment and explore. Do new and exciting things. Push the boat out and stuff," Hermione beamed, her heart racing a little at the prospect. Her excitement dwindled a little as Ron's expression didn't dramatically change, with her enthusiasm not being immediately mirrored. She worried for a second that Ron didn't agree with her suggestion, but her concerns were quickly quelled.
"I'm all for that, but… Maybe this isn't the best place. I mean, there isn't much space here at the Headquarters. Privacy isn't exactly a given here," Ron murmured, remarking on the close quarters of Grimauld Place. The two of them had to be incredibly tactile in order to get these moments to themselves what with Order members visiting constantly and with almost every bed in the house being occupied at some point. It was only when the large meetings downstairs occurred that they had as much space as they did now. As Ron said this, Hermione's thoughts suddenly began to make sense to her.
"That's it!" she exclaimed excitedly, startling Ron. For the first few days at Grimauld Place, it was exciting sneaking around and finding time to themselves, but after a couple weeks, it was oppressive. Their usual rhythm was the quickest and most effective way to find their relief, turning their sexual experiences into functional sex as opposed to sex driven by pleasure. They didn't have the room or freedom for anything else. At least not the freedom that Hogwarts provided. Suddenly, Hermione didn't feel as frustrated as she had done, but rather eager for the school term to tick around so that she and Ron could find their thing amongst the liberating halls of the school, "That's what's been bugging me… We've fallen into a rhythm because we don't have any space to do anything else. We sneak back here to have sex and go through the motion because if we take our time, someone will walk in on us…"
"You, okay?" Ron breathed, watching as Hermione breathed an intense sigh of relief, almost flopping back onto the bed as she did so. Sweeping her bushy-hair back behind her ears, she turned to Ron with a look of delight plastered across her face.
"Yeah… it just feels good to make sense of my thoughts," Hermione smiled sweetly, laying down on the bed beside Ron, curling a little closer to him as they took advantage of the dwindling privacy they had. With an earnest sincerity in her voice, she smiled, "Thanks. That feels so satisfying…"
"No problem. It's kind of strange that that's where you get your satisfaction after pounding me from behind for fifteen minutes," Ron chuckled, seeing the look of euphoria on Hermione's relieved face and comparing it to the blissful expression of her orgasm.
"That was still plenty satisfying. You even made me cum early, remember," Hermione smirked, dancing a few fingers across Ron's chest before sliding off the bed entirely, "Come on. We should head downstairs. Your emotional reunion with Harry awaits."
As Ron started to get dressed, Hermione made her way to the small bathroom that was adjoined to their room. Stepping inside, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, prompting her to stare at herself. A quick glance over her shoulder reminded her that Ron was busy dressing himself. Turning back to the mirror, she thought more about the excitement that Hogwarts could bring. Her summer had been less banal than she had anticipated. And against all odds, being back in the magical world felt more regular than normal. Sliding her hand down to her crotch, she lightly squeezed her cock, tracing its many ridges and veins, her silky hands igniting her imagination. Whilst in her mind, she had made sense of her thoughts and feelings, she still had one niggling self-conscious thought plaguing her: what if the problem was still just her? Maybe she was just a boring bookish nerd, incapable of inspiring kinky sex in her own boyfriend. If that was the case, going back to Hogwarts wouldn't change much. As she admired her own crotch, she pondered for a moment, tracing her fingers through the wild and untamed nest of pubic hair that crowned her cock. Her thoughts went back to her own mother. That striking confidence that she had when it came to sex. Or rather, that openness she had. That willingness to explore her own desires even if they were morally dubious ones such as incest. She didn't let her anxieties and preconceptions hold her back. She explored them readily. The more she thought, the more Hermione wanted to be like her mother in that regard. Wanting wouldn't be good enough. She resolved to make it so. Telling Ron to go ahead without her, Hermione reached over to the sink and plucked from a small container a razor. Slowly, methodically, she began to work on the wild nest of hair above her crotch, taming the untrimmed forest that was her pubic hair. Steadily she began to chip away it, trimming and shaving until all that was left above her crotch, was a neatly trimmed and shaven strip of hair, leading down to her bulging cock. Admiring her handiwork, she traced the strip with her fingers and smiled. The sight reminded her of her mother. It would serve as a promise to herself. A commitment to a year of perversity at Hogwarts. She wouldn't let her bookish nature hold her back or hamper her and Ron's sexual relationship. Not in the slightest.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that chapter. These early chapters are largely the same in terms of content, but a lot of the details surrounding the encounters and the internal character stuff is changed around. I was largely happy with the initial chapters as they were the ones, I envisioned most clearly beforehand. As always though, if you would like the read the original unedited versions of the chapters, please visit my blog where they are all posted for you to enjoy.
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