The school year ends. The Hogwarts Express travels across the British countryside, like a smoking snake, and slows, once King's Cross station becomes foreseeable.
At a bus stop, a few students wait for their rides. Agatha's the only one in pumps. They're green, and reveal her green-polished toes.
Michael stands nearby, waiting with her. It seems that most of the Corners will be out of town, for a while.
At last, a green convertible nears. It parks at the stop.
The gorgeous witch behind the wheel is a sight to behold. She must be Ukrainian. She's blonde, just like her daughter. And her hooters are VERY developed.
She flaps her hair, and waves at her daughter. Michael helps Agatha load her trunk into the back.
She's got a pet cat. Michael loads her cage into the back, too. Michael isn't sure why she has that cat. Personally, that cat creeps him out...
"Sit up here," Ms. Shelestenko, Agatha's mother, says to Michael, in a thick Ukrainian accent, "with me."
This causes Michael to feel a bit uneasy. Also, he feels a bit disappointed. He was hoping to get to ride in the back, with Agatha. But then, it seems that a lot of parents don't want their children in the backseat alone with someone of the opposite sex...
Michael sits where he's told. Agatha sits alone, in the back. Ms. Shelestenko straightens Michael's seatbelt, before taking off. There's no excessive need for her too...but she does anyway.
She puts the gear in overdrive, and drives off. Michael can't stop staring at her legs...
Behind him, Agatha smiles, and comments on how much London's changed since August. Sometimes, Michael answers. Her mother barely does.
Ms. Shelestenko takes them to Malfoy Manor. She drives right through the gate, as if it weren't there.
Michael helps Agatha take her things upstairs, to her chambers. He stumbles, every now and then, whenever her mother distracts his gaze.
In her chambers, she's sure got a lot of stuffed snake dolls. One of them is a basilisk doll.
Soon, the sun sets over Malfoy Manor. Inside, the silver chandeliers dim themselves.
On a couch, Michael and Agatha cuddle. He's behind her. He's in blue boxers. She's in green lingerie. Neither could be happier.
Ms. Shelestenko creeps in. She tries not to wake them. Michael isn't asleep. He moves his eyes, and watches her.
She's in white lingerie now. She bends over, and handles a grey throw. She highlights her own ass, for Michael to behold and gape at. Against Agatha's bare back, his cock hardens.
In her sleep, this makes Agatha happier. She moans happily, and cuddles both of Michael's arms closer to her.
Ms. Shelestenko freezes in this posture, as she fears her daughter might wake. At this, Michael hardens even more, having to stare at Ms. Shelestenko's voluptuous arse more...
At last, she stands. She casts the throw over her daughter and Michael, covering them. Michael squints his eyes, and feigns sleep, as Ms. Shelestenko tucks him in...
Ms. Shelestenko grins, as she does this. Her nipples elongate. Michael may be young, but his muscles sure are developing faster than she'd expect them to. She wouldn't know; she has no sons.
Somehow, she stops messing with Michael. Even so, Michael's cock never gets tired of hardening. He's just...not sure for how much longer he can resist the urge to rub it up against Agatha's bare back, and not only tip Ms. Shelestenko off to the fact that he's not really asleep, but risk alienating her daughter.
Nonetheless, she finally lets them be. As much as Michael would love to jerk off, he doesn't. He rests, smiles, and cuddles Agatha even closer. Agatha doesn't seem to notice how much hotter it is under the throw...
Michael cracks his eyes, and watches Ms. Shelestenko's ass lumber off. Gosh, that's a thick Ukrainian arse…