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Harry was feeling much more able to go on now that surge had passed. He said, "I can handle it. And not only that, they're not blinding white. I prefer to think of them as ivory. And they certainly don't look old. However, I'm afraid I'm definitely going to have to agree with you about them being big."
Narcissa reached out and flicked a finger on his erection, causing it to sway again. "Ooh, looks like we've got a cheeky one here. Very well. ... Since what the doctor wants is prolonged sexual stimulation, wouldn't it be better if you stimulated yourself again while you look at the 'pictures'?" She made quote marks in the air as she said pictures, knowing full well he was going to be staring at her instead.
He brought both hands to his erection while asking, "You sure you won't mind?" He was so excited that he started stroking himself before she had a chance to respond.
"Why should I mind? I'm just here to help you achieve your daily target." She grasped at her tits with both hands, adding, "Don't mind me at all. My chest is sore and needs a little massage. I think I'll just work on that."
He laughed. On the inside, she was nearly delirious with delight. This is like a dream come true! I can tell my Sweetie is going to be such fun in bed. And since we've come this far, it's just a matter of time before we go all the way. I only have to break down Lily's barriers and then I'll be able to play with this monster any time I like.
Despite Harry's great desire to stroke himself, he felt self-conscious with Narcissa on her knees, her nose practically touching the top of his penis head. His hands were covering his erection as much as stroking it. He was more squeezing that stroking.
Narcissa noticed this and said, "Stroke it for me, Sweetie! Think about my tits, my pussy, my face. Do it for me!"
He began rubbing his penis more overtly, but still slowly at first. Although Harry was sitting at his desk next to his computer, needless to say, there wasn't even a pretense of looking at the computer screen.
No way, he thought. I just cannot imagine how perfect Aunt Narcissa looks! And her boobs are absolutely unreal! It would be like trying to hold a watermelon or basketball. No one has boobs like that ... except for my mother. To his surprise, the thought of his mother's boobs and then the jiggly red leather dress she was wearing suddenly greatly increased his horniness. He was surprised because he didn't realize he could even get any more aroused than he already was.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Narcissa said as she slowly jiggled her massive hooters. She sat up on her heels, shoving them forwards until they were inches from his erection.
He was tempted to reach out and touch them, but didn't know what to do and was afraid of being chastised by her. The pace of his rubbing increased.
"Whoa, boy, slow down and enjoy it," she said, as she grabbed his hand pumping his penis. "You know what would feel even better? Someone else's hand. The doctor said you need assistance to prevent chafing and what not. Are you feeling chafed?"
"Very." He laughed. "Very chafed." The notion of chafing sounded absurd, but he recalled that the doctor had actually warned it could happen to him.
She brought both of her hands to his erection. One hand held onto his and slowly pulled it away. That left her other hand wrapped around his shaft.
As she sat there with his throbbing hardness in her hand, she asked, "Do you mind if I help you with your problem like this, now and always?"
That comment and the feeling of her cool, soft hand replacing his own was so arousing that he was sure he was going to lose his load. He grimaced and braced for the climax to come.
But Narcissa could see what was happening and brought her other hand back to his erection. She squeezed the base of it hard, staving off the surge. "Not so fast, cutie," she cooed. "You don't want to miss out on a lot of good stroking."
However, even though Harry hadn't quite cum, he was overwhelmed by the close call. It was all he could do to hang on and keep his wits about him.
Narcissa realized this and was patient. She was continued to just gently hold his erection with one hand. She knew she had to be careful to make this first handjob experience last, as his control was nearly nonexistent and he was right on the verge.
"Narcissa? You mean you're gonna give me a handjob?" Harry was so excited that his voice cracked as he said the word "handjob." His voice hadn't cracked in a long time, but lately it was doing it at the very most embarrassing moments. He suddenly felt like he was twelve years old, and a complete idiot.
She had to suppress a laugh from his cracking voice, but then she broke into a wry smile. This is so much fun! Like taking candy from a baby. "Yes, I'm giving you a handjob. I'm going to jack you off."
"Narcy... I mean Narcissa! That feels so good. Please help me. Help me every day..." he moaned. "I could really use your help."
She initially merely lightly fondled his penis, but the sensation of another person's hands on his prick was so new that any touch felt amazing to him. Then she placed a finger under the base of the head where he was most sensitive, and began pressing and rubbing.
Belatedly responding to his moaning comment, she cooed as she rubbed, "Oh yes. Every day. Aunt Narcissa's gonna help you every day. In fact, I can tell your Johnson and I are going to become very good friends. How would you like me to play with your dick every single day, for years and years to come?"
Harry let out a wordless moan of great pleasure. She kept stroking, lightly and slowly.
But even though she was taking it easy on him, the things she did with her hands still brought him indescribable joy.
After a couple more minutes, Harry couldn't help but say, "Aunt Narcissa, your hands. They're so good. So soft. So smooth. What you're doing... Oh, it feels so great!"
"That's why the doctor wants nice, soft female hands wrapped around your hot erection at all times, caressing it, stroking it, loving it. Not your own rough and calloused hands. We can't have any chafing, God forbid." She had a twinkle in her eye, barely suppressing a laugh over the whole chafing idea.
The pace slowly built up, until he was eventually ready to blow. His eyes remained fixed on her swaying tits, or sometimes he would watch her fingers playing up and down his dick. But every now and then he would look away from these mesmerizing sights and see her face staring lovingly into his, and nearly lose it.
Her face was always close to the tip of his penis. Sometimes she would breathe on it, sending shivers up and down his spine, and other times she would judge him to be overstimulated and she'd pull back a little bit. She was sorely tempted to swallow his pole deep into her mouth, but she held back on that completely. She wanted to savor his seduction.
She was in control since he had little mastery over his own urges. She finally decided the time was right to literally bring his first handjob to a climax.
"You're almost ready..." she cooed as her hands suddenly started pumping fast in, squeezing his most sensitive spots. "Do it all over my big boobs!"
The cum began spewing forth as soon as she said that. Harry wasn't paying attention to anything but the incredible sensations coursing through his body, so he didn't realize at first that he was shooting directly into Narcissa's face.
That didn't slow her down, though - in fact, it inspired her. She pumped his erection for all she was worth. She loved him so much that she wanted to drain him completely dry.
A minute or two later, they sat back in post-orgasmic bliss, Harry resting in his chair and Narcissa still sitting on the floor, leaning up against his desk. In actual fact the handjob lasted no more than ten minutes, but to Harry it seemed like an eternity of bliss.
When she saw he'd somewhat recovered, she said, "Wow, that was some Internet porn, wasn't it?"
They both had a good laugh. Neither cared a flying fuck about the pictures at this point. Harry wanted to blurt out, "I love you!" but once again decided silence was the safest path.
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