Alterations- Petunia and Harry

by hotwandaction69

Adult erotic fiction. This is the story of what happens between a lonely housewife left alone for the summer with only her nephew for company. The needs of the two outweigh the needs of the many as a budding young man and his lonely Aunt find that their lust and physical attraction can be beneficial. Note: I would rate this hard M.

31. Hindsight is Enough

Author's Note: As you were probably expecting this chapter to continue with Harry's journey back to the Granger household, you will find that is not the case. I have decided to hold that chapter for another Story, Called Dark Tales of the Chosen One, which will concentrate on things that happened in this story, and during Harry's upcoming year after this summer. The mood of those stories will explore more of the Voldemort's dark influence on Harry's behavior, as well as the attitude he develops that if he is going to have to die, he might as well have some naughty fun up until it happens. So without further ado, we return to the story in hand.

Amelia hurriedly began preparing as soon as Harry left. She dressed quickly, throwing on a thin cotton caftan robe from Egypt with exotic floral patterns. It buttoned all the way down the front and even with her long legs, covered her to her ankles. With just a gesture of her hands, her thumbs and index fingers at almost right angles much like the stereotypic director envisioning the frame of the camera lens, she widened the fireplace, and increased the height, so that when Harry arrived, he would not bang his head on the mantle opening. With a flick of her wand, the glass coffee table in front of the couch and the fireplace was pushed away to the corner. She knew the young wizard was going to need some space for his landing. She floated some towels from the bathroom, as well as a bag of medicinal supplies she had been instructed to bring along. She draped a blanket over the sofa and poured herself another glass of wine and sat and waited.

Fifteen minutes had passed since the time Harry was due back and Amelia was beginning to worry. Her Oracle had warned her of possible danger for Harry on his return, and she was starting to regret that she sent him on the mission to retrieve the potion from the Granger residence. She knew that he had other obligations to resolve while he was there, but she did not know all the details, no single agent at her level ever did. She could only begin to worry and wondered how this young man had already wormed his way into her feelings enough that the pit of her stomach actually hurt from her concern.

And just like that, with a green glow and woosh of eldritch flames from the fireplace, and a cloud of black soot, Harry came tumbling out, bleeding on his face, his glasses broken. Harry was yelling something unintelligible, and Amelia was ready to react. As soon as Harry was fully through the fireplace, she pulled him from the hearth and with a pinch of her index finger to her thumb, she uttered, "Reducio quanta!" and the fireplace shrunk and disappeared.

Well, the fireplace was still there, on the wall, but just reduced in size beyond the quantum level. The floo network pathway way was gone, any pursuers would be ejected backward to the fireplace that they had entered and could no longer follow Harry to her, now their sanctuary.

Harry was huffing and puffing, out of breath from what Amelia could only assume was due to a recent chase by Death-Eaters. His clothing was singed in several places, and he had cuts on his face, neck, and hands, as well as what looked like a nasty burn from a glancing curse that had singed across his right shoulder. Amelia tended to that first, gently helping Harry to pull off his coat, then his shirt and t-shirt, while he continued to try to catch his breath and slow his breathing back down to a normal level from the adrenalized rush it was currently in. Amelia whispered for him to relax, that he was safe, and to encourage him to slow his breathing. Amelia pulled out Darby Skinflint's Derma-store, an old reliable for regenerating skin from flaying and burns. It was a greasy brown ointment, that looked to Harry like motor oil mixed with petroleum gel and smelled of black licorice. The relief was immediate. While she let the ointment set, Amelia handily, and without much thought, uttered the spells necessary to repair Harry's shirt, pants, and glasses. She gently turned and looked over Harry, gently holding his jaw as she turned his head to inspect the healing. It was going well.

"You are lucky it was not an unforgivable curse, or this would not work; you would have that burn mark for the rest of your life," remarked Amelia.

"Yeah, I heard one of them remind them they wanted me alive, so I guess I was lucky." Harry shrugged. He was back to breathing normal, and let Amelia apply the Episkey spells; he was tired and liked the feel of her gentle touch.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Amelia asked.

"Not really. I got careless, and it caught up with me. Won't happen again if I can help it." Harry was terse, and Amelia understood that the anger was directed at himself and not at her. Then as if Harry remembered something suddenly, he picked up the damaged overcoat, thanking it for being made of such a heavy wool, and rummaged inside the coat, and pulled out the amber bottle with corker, and handed it to Amelia.

"Getting it was the easy part- keeping it once piece was the real work!"

"Thank you, well done Harry. I trust that you were able to take care of several things while away?"

"Not as much as I wished, four days was not enough, I am afraid…" Harry looked very tired and yawned. "What time is it?"

"11:45. We should be heading to the midnight movie soon."

"I am so bloody tired. I would really like to skip it."

"Tell you what, you have a time turner, why don't we use it to go back a couple of hours and you can take a nap."

"I have it right here, let's do it!" Harry said with enthusiasm. Taking a nap with Amelia sounded like the most brilliant thing to do on the planet at that moment.

"No love, we cannot, not here. We would run into our past selves, probably in the middle of making love!"

"Well, as much as I would love to watch that, I know what you mean, "Harry said with a yawn. He shook his head in sudden disbelief. "That was only two hours ago?!, It has been bloody days for me!" He would never get used to this time-lag of time travel.

"We can find a locked room and hide out for a bit", Amelia suggested, "and then come back and change for the movie."

"Great idea. How about next door in the meeting room?"

"Lovely. Let me bring a bottle of wine and we can go hide away for a couple of hours."

With a quick "Alohomora", The two were in the small meeting room next door, which was more like a study, with a couple of comfortable reading chairs, a small sofa, and small table with two study chairs, and a wall shelf filled with books.

Harry locked them in and placed the chain of the time turner around Amelia's neck and then his own and turned the clock back three hours. Since there had been absolutely nothing going on in the room, only the change in the angle of light from darkness back to twilight, and the reversing storm clouds outside the window gave any hint to the hours rewinding before them.

Amelia had brought along a blanket from the couch in her "suite", and the two snuggled together on small sofa with its soft warmth covering them in the chilly room. Harry did not get the chance to finish his glass of wine before he was sleeping soundly. Amelia could have easily moved into a more comfortable position or left the sofa entirely at this point, but she remained, and fell asleep with him soon after, remembering to set a wake- up spell on the wall clock ticking silently on the wall across from them.

The clock began singing "Wake up Little Susie" in perfect Everly Brothers harmony about three hours later. It had to sing it a bit louder to get them to stir, but about half way through the song, Amelia uttered, "Shut up Clock, we are awake!" And with a wave, Amelia removed the wake-up spell from the clock in mid chorus.

Harry grinned and stretched. The nap would be enough to get through the movie. Amelia began unbuttoning her caftan, and Harry was pleased to see nothing more was worn by her underneath it. "Fancy a quick one, Harry?"

"But isn't it around 11:45?"

"No, look at the clock, Daffy, it is only 11:15, I set the alarm for two and half hours, we just have to be out of the room and down the hall before we enter it for the first time for our nap."

Harry groaned. "Blood time travel rules! Well, then, yes, I do fancy a quick one… but not too quick."

"I was hoping you would say that."

Petunia was searching for Harry when they showed up about ten minutes before the movie was to start. She smiled when she saw that Harry was escorting Amelia dressed in an elegant but very casual dressing robe with what looked to be a velour pajama shirt and pants underneath it, and pair of open sandals. Harry was still in his clothes from this afternoon. Everyone else seemed to be in their pajamas, with or without robe, and there was a buzz in the air as everyone settled on airbeds and roll out mats across the large ballroom floor. A large screen was on set up on the platform stage where the band or deejay normally set up for the any dances held at the club. In the back, Aunt Petunia's committee had spared no expense and had rented a laserdisc player and projector to show that evening's movies. The projectionist was none other than Clive, who seemed in his element and comfortable with the equipment set up despite being incredibly stoned.

Petunia approached Harry and Amelia with a smile on her face.

"There you are! I do hope my nephew has been treating you well Amelia!"

"A perfect gentleman, this one, Petunia!" Amelia stated as she squeezed Harry's bicep, her arm wrapped into his, as if he were her escort.

"Lovely! Harry, I am sure you would like to change to get ready for the pyjama movie party. As you can see, I have not had a chance to change either… I left our clothes back at my temporary office. Would you like to come with me back to get them, or should I bring them to you?"

"Oh, no, Auntie, let me tag along with you- is there anything I can help with?" He could read Petunia like the back of his hand, and he knew that Petunia wanted to get him alone. For him, it had been over four days since he last saw his Aunt, and he certainly was looking forward to finding out what her kinky mind had been thinking of lately. He had found her inspired the last time that they had hooked up in the little office.

"Well as a matter of fact, I do need help hauling some raffle prizes out for the break between movies, thank you!"

Amelia smiled and took the hint. "I should find a place to sit."

"Oh, I have that already arranged, Amelia, I set up a couple of queen air mattresses for us near the back if that is preferable, easier to escape during the movie, if needed, I think!"

"Er, wonderful, Petunia, you think of everything!"
"Yes, I have my friend, Mimi VonDunderson, holding down our fort so to speak-" Petunia pointed toward the center and toward the edge of the crowd. Mimi waved, sitting alone on atop two large mattresses placed together and covered with soft blankets. Harry was distracted immediately as Mimi was not wearing a robe and her choice of nightgown was most provocative and appeared to be getting mixed reviews in terms of stares and glares from the mothers around her, depending on the age of their sons.

Any of the boys over twelve seemed to be enjoying her choice of jammies with zeal. It was safe to say everyone was stealing glances or downright staring.

Amelia seemed amused when she spotted Mimi. "Ah, Mimi! Yes of course. Lovely woman! She was a joy to speak with at the mixer, so glad she can join us! And thank you for including me, Petunia, or I might have had to steal Harry all for myself so that I would not have to sit alone."

"I am sure that would not have happened, Amelia; you are always in demand here, but it is lovely that you will join us for the movie party. I love what I see of your outfit, by the way!"

"Thank you. I went for comfort, though it seemed to meet Harry's approval for style as well." She ran her fingers through the side of Harry's hair quickly, and suddenly Harry felt very uncomfortable between the two women, even though both were smiling. "Though to be honest, I did have to model a few outfits for him before I found one that did not make him blush…isn't that right, dear?"

Harry blushed as if on cue. It was totally untrue. He certainly did watch the lovely naked Amelia dress into her nightclothes, but he certainly had no say into which outfit she chose to wear, nor did he ask for it. He stammered, "Er, yeah, I guess so."

"Poor nephew, he has always embarrassed so easily." Petunia put her hand gently to his chin, as if ignoring the implication that Amelia made of her perhaps dressing in front of him, "But he does have a keen eye for what is deemed attractive. You helped her make a wonderful choice, Harry." Petunia paused briefly before saying his name. It had not been often over the last 16 years that she used his name. Realizing that fact made her blush internally with a large amount of shame included with it. "Well, we should go change, Harry, before the movie starts. Luckily, it is taking some time for everyone to get settled, and they will be playing some cartoons before the movie as well. Amelia, there is a drink bar in the corner as well as a popcorn machine."

"Ah, good, ever the host, Petunia! I think I will go grab drinks for us and some popcorn and join Mimi."

"Wonderful. We will see you soon!"

As they turned to leave, someone called Harry's name. Petunia sighed and smiled. "Go see what she wants and then come join me soon, eh, love?" She said the last part softly, and close to Harry's ear before she turned and made her way towards the ballroom exit. Harry turned; it was Gina. She approached him shyly, looking very young in her pigtails and Hello Kitty pjs. She had gone for the cute teen look and was pulling it off tremendously. Her perky nipples were again making their appearance, the closer she moved towards him. This time travel thing was messing with Harry's head, again, he had to try to remember that it had only been a matter of hours since they last saw each other, not days, and that she was being torn away to see to her son while he was trying to recover from being trounced by Esperanza.

"Gina, how is Sean?"

"He is fine. I am so-so sorry, Harry, about that whole Espy thing!"

"No worries. We worked it out… we are friends now."

"Oh Good, she had been giving me the stink-eye because I have been avoiding talking to her."

"You know that avoiding her is not going to be able last long, might as well talk to her, but I think she will not be getting too judgmental with you…"

"Why is that?"

"Uhm, she and I talked, and I think she is better with it than you think."

"What did you tell her?"

"Not much, she guessed most of it on her own…."

"Yeah well, I guess..." she leaned in closer to him and whispered, "Especially since she caught me with your cum all over my chest…"

Harry smiled. "Right, that must've been a big giveaway…"

Gina punch him on the arm. "Brat!"

Harry reached out and pulled one of her pigtails. "You're the one that looks like the brat."

"Yeah? Do you like it?"

"It rather suits you. You were a tomboy when you were a girl weren't you?"

"Massive. Still am. But we are getting off subject… you tend to do that quite a bit."

"Sorry. So, are you wearing knickers under those jam-jams?"

"A lovely pink thong if you must know, already wet I may add."

"I hope I have something to do with that."

"You well know you do, Mr. Dursley."

"No, it's Potter, not Dursley, Potter."

"Sorry. Mr. Potter. I heard you were her nephew, I just assumed…."

"Sorry, no. My mum and Petunia are… were sisters."

"Sorry. Not where I wanted to go… I have upset you."

"No, it's fine, really. No problem… really."

"I hope so. It was the last thing I want to do to you Harry, I want you to know that. You've done it to me again… how do we get off on these tangents. So-"

"So- you should talk with Espy. If she tries to take a piss about it, let her know she is not the only one who likes young men dreaming about her chi-chis, that should shut her up."

"Something tells me that conversation you had with her sounds like the one we had… are you some kind of lothario in disguise Harry?"

"None of the sort. Just Harry… I'm just Harry."

"There is nothing "just" about you Harry Potter. Even I can see that."

"You are lovely Gina, thank you for that. I hope you not running around and are just going to enjoy the movies."

"Yes, kitchen is closed down. We have the popcorn machine and drinks in the corner, so I am sure I will be up taking care of Sean and his friends."

"Where are you sitting, or laying about as it were?"

"Up front of course. I see Petunia was wise and set up close to an escape route… I could not talk Sean into that."

"Well perhaps we can run into each other later, or at intermission or some-such."

"Perhaps, I see signs that Sean will probably crash hard before this first movie is done. Wish you could come hold my hand during it…"

"I have a feeling Aunt Petunia might find that a bit much…but it might not hurt for us to keep an eye out for each other… in case the other needs an escort to the bathroom…"

"I like the way you think, Harry Potter."

"Well, I will keep an eye out if I can, then. I should go change, since I am not towing the line for dress code to this party."

"So true! I was hoping to see what you wear for jam-jams!" Gina teased.

"Then later, as I am sure that they will floor you with their mediocrity."

"Nothing in your pants would ever be considered mediocre, Harry."

"You are sweet to say so."

"Nothing sweet about what I am thinking right now Harry… you should know that."

"Well, now that you are making it hard for me to walk away without more of me sticking out in front of me than I would like, I should go catch up with my Aunt."

"See you later then love."

"Later then, Gina."

Harry touched her shoulder, and she touched his hand briefly, and then she quickly turned and walked with a bounce away from him. Harry admired her bum for a few seconds and then turned and left the ballroom, walking quickly to the manager's office where he knew Petunia would be waiting for him. Now that Gina had revved him up even more, he was hoping Petunia was looking for more than just a quick change with him.

He knocked on the office door.

"Is that you, nephew?"

"Yes Pet."

"Come in, I am as decent as I will ever be for you."

Petunia, was of course, totally nude, and sprawled onto the sofa, her legs spread, and her fingers caressing her lovely bare snatch. Harry closed the door quickly, locking it, and began to undress as quickly as he could as he walked across the small room towards his aunt. Despite having only fucked Amelia to climax a half hour earlier, he was ready for more with his Pet.

"So, I noticed that Amelia seemed awfully chummy with you, nephew, did you get to put that big fucking cock to her, eh?"

"Er, yes, I think I fucked her pretty well, considering how much you made me cum earlier tonight. No need to tell her that he had also been with Gina, Esperanza, and oh, he almost forgot about Heather and Lacey, and if he were to tell the truth also Hermione and Jean, but that now happened days ago. He grinned thinking about the joys of time travel. He was trying avoiding thinking of the dangers as well.

"I take it you enjoyed it nephew. Please tell me that you have not showered since your time spent inside Amelia's pussy, and I am assuming her ass as well, knowing you…." She was fishing now for details.

"Yes, I am sorry, we were running late and did not get to shower after, after our time together. I have not got to be with her that way, though, you know, in her bum."

"It is so sweet how you still get embarrassed talking about sex with me, despite all we have done together nephew! Well, come over here then, I am dying to taste your cock after it has been drenched by Amelia's pussy!"

Harry stood in front of her, and Petunia leaned forward gripping his already hard cock, and began to lick and suck it with fervor.

"Mmmm, it is interesting how different Amelia's pussy tastes from my own on your cockmeat, Nephew. Is she a screamer?"

"No, more of a moaner, though I got a pretty good scream out of her when I first entered her, I think it had been a while since she last had sex."

"Tight then, eh?"

"A bit snug, yes. I had to push hard to get deep up inside her."

"Did it feel as good as my pussy, nephew?"

"Of course not!" Harry lied.

"How about Heather and Lacey?"

"Er, What?"

I understand you gave them quite the fucking too, though they seemed to have their stories a bit confused about what really happened, but Lacey seemed very smug with herself."

"So, they were talking about that, huh? I am surprised you heard."

"Well, it was with the help of enhancing my hearing a bit… I have been studying some old spell books your mother had left at the family house back in the day… I was able to overhear the conversation between them, the spell works well… too well, as your increased heartbeat is driving me a bit mad right now, and it was absolutely barking inside the ballroom. I understand that it should wear off in a bit…but it sounds like you really abused Heather, much to Lacey's liking."

"Well, she was being a bit of a bully, so I thought she needed to come down a peg or two."

"I agree wholeheartedly. She constantly holds the fact that her husband owns the company Walt Pillingford works for over Lacey's head. In the future, you must tell me more about what you did to those two… they both seemed humbled and awestruck at the same time. So much so that they agreed they were not going to tell any of the women at the club about it. I must say, Harry, hearing about you fucking other women has got me really hot… you must fuck me, I insist!" She softened her tone, looking up pleadingly with a pout. "Please, nephew. Fuck me roughly and treat me like a slut!"

Harry felt the meanness in him return, and he roughly grabbed Petunia by the back of the head and forced his cock down her throat, holding it while she gagged and drooled. He grinned wickedly and pulled his steel-hard erection out of her mouth and slapped her hard across her mouth with it. "Get on your knees, slut."

Petunia and Harry returned to the ballroom, Harry wearing a pair of new pyjama pants that were quite snug in the crotch and only one button on the fly. Petunia pouted when he wanted to wear a loose large hand-me down T-shirt of Dudley's he had brought along, so he relented and wore a more form fitting t-shirt that seemed to cling to his washboard stomach. Petunia wore the blue baby doll nightie she wore the night he had fucked her on the kitchen table, covered with a long matching blue robe that showed her long legs as she walked, and cinched tightly under her heavy bosom with plenty of cleavage showing. She wore a pair of open toe high heels with blue fuzzy fur that ringed her toes. She had painted her toenails a matching shade of blue which she had shown off while she masturbated him with her feet.

The joined Amelia and Mimi near the end of the final cartoon and Harry caught Mimi and Amelia exchanging knowing looks when they arrived, and he had a pretty good idea what one of the topics of their conversation was about while he and Petunia were gone. Mimi insisted that Harry sit with her on the one mattress while Amelia and Petunia sat on the other.

Immediately her hand was on Harry's thigh stroking it as she leaned in and spoke quietly with Harry. "Thank you love, for pushing me into getting to know those four lads, we had quite the fun time, they were quite eager to learn a thing or two."

"So I take it you were the lovely deli meat in their rough boy sandwich." Harry smirked.

"Oh, it has been quite a while since I had my hands and holes all busy at once, I must say! It was quite enjoyable. What was better was even though they came quickly, they were hard again in just minutes! Ah youth is definitely wasted on the young!"

Harry grinned. "It certainly seems it was not wasted on you! Good for you! I am glad you had some more fun… have you seen Clive?"

"Oh yes! He and I are meeting later, during the second movie. He may have to carry me back though, I am not used to this much sex, but it is a predicament I am glad to find myself in." She snuggled in close in the dark and kissed Harry on the neck, not concerned whether Amelia or Petunia saw it or not. "I hear you have been quite busy too, young man!"

"Yeah, what have you heard?"

"Uhm, let's see now if I have the count right… not counting any times that you may have shagged Petunia…" Harry did not rise to the bait. "Shall we start the day? There was me, and Tilly, and Espy said that you got a blow job from Gina Cocksford, and then a titty fuck from her, and then Heather and Lacey double teamed you-"

"Where did you hear that?!" Harry asked with a bit of alarm.

"Well, from Lacey of course, she couldn't wait to tell someone, and I'm sure she has told others too by now… and let's see, even though she would not admit it directly, you probably fucked Amelia too! My god, lad, you are a bloody machine!" Mimi had nonchalantly draped a blanket over their laps and legs while she was speaking, and her hand slid under the blanket and into his pyjama fly with nary a break in movement, popping the button free easily. She slipped her fingers around his bullocks. "Do you have any ammunition left in these hefty boys?"

Harry froze looking around, but Amelia and Pet seemed to be in conversation and everyone else was talking to their group quietly or watching the screen, so he relaxed and let Mimi have her fun.

"Do you want to find out?" Harry smirked.

"Perhaps once the movie gets underway… you naughty boy."

"So, are you going to continue to tease me with that handy, Mimi?"

"Of course, but I don't have a towel, so if you cum, it will be your mess to deal with…"

"You are bloody mean, Mimi."

"Yes, yes I am." Mimi smiled and her eyes twinkled in the dark.

Mimi was not as mean as she purported herself to be, and even though she brought Harry close a couple of times, she stopped stroking him enough to just cause his balls to ache but not enough to cause an embarrassing mess. Prior to the movie starting, Mimi made a production of wanting to sit in Harry's lap and made sure she was sitting so that her sex was rubbing against his erection for both their pleasures. Both Petunia and Amelia shot her jealous looks but of course could say nothing without revealing their own secrets, and Mimi appeared to enjoy their looks immensely. She also made a point to bemoan the fact that it was so cool in the ballroom and that she was chilly, and to make sure she had blanket over the top of them both.

She flirted with Harry and played with his hair and kissed him on the cheek like a naughty hot grandmum, adding salt to the wounds of Petunia and Amelia. Harry took it in stride, trying to look like the patient gentleman for the benefit of both his Aunt and Amelia while secretly enjoying every bit of Mimi's attention. It took most his of control not to just grab a handful of Mimi's luscious breasts and suck on those puffy nipples that were apparent in the peekaboo nature of her lace nightgown. Once the movie was underway, under cover of the blanket, Mimi assisted in subtly fishing his erection out of his fly and positioning it so that his massive mushroom head was contacting the opening to Mimi's wet and waiting sex. After a bit of moving about, pretending like Mimi was a bit restless and trying to get comfortable in Harry's lap, his head and cock inched its way into the wet warm velvet insides of Mimi's vagina. Harry's fingers find their way to her clit and rubbed there slowly, teasingly and as Mimi occasional moved and rocked to keep things interesting and to move more of Harry's substantial length deeper inside her. She would occasionally have to still Harry's fingers when her arousal was getting too intense, and she felt like moaning or screaming. She would bite her lip until he slowed or stopped for a while. This continued for at least a half hour as they slowly fucked while watching the movie, Harry remaining raging hard inside the alluring older milf. He now had the pussy juice of three different women covering his cock, and that thought alone would have kept him hard, but Mimi knew how to move subtly for maximum benefit, and soon Harry felt that he would have to cum whether either of them was ready for it or not.

The movie was the Lost Boys which seemed a good choice for the crowd as it was keeping the attention of the sons and the mothers. Mimi got bolder, leaning forward a bit, to reach for the bag of popcorn that she had in front of them to allow Harry to drive more of his cock up inside her, with no visible notice of the actions from Amelia or Petunia, who seemed to be leaning in close to each other, talking occasionally while watching the movie.

Little did Harry know that more than that was happening, much to Petunia's welcome surprise. Amelia had her own hands moving and soon had them underneath Petunia's robe and caressing her stomach, then lower to the tiny panties which she grasped and pulled up tighter into the crease of Petunia's cunt and then pressed her fingers into the crease over the panties down, until she was rubbing over her engorging clitoris. Petunia gasped, holding her breath. Amelia leaned over close, kissing Petunia on her ear as she whispered.

"Do you like that Petunia? We both know that Mimi has at least her hands all over our Harry's immense cock, why should she have all the fun, mmmm?"

In answer, Petunia pulled the blanket on their mattress up to their laps and spread her legs further and untied the side tie on her panties closest to Amelia. Amelia moved her hand and rested it on Petunia's inner thigh of her left leg, close to her already wet sex. She returned to lean over again to whisper in Petunia's ear, her soft lips again kissing it as she said, "Digito serpentes" with a soft hiss.

"Pardon?" Petunia looked perplexed.

"You will see, sweet Petunia." Her grip remained on her thigh, her thumb moving in soft circles on the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, but Petunia began to feel her fingers caress, down her thigh, and continue along her crotch on to the crease where her leg met her torso, and down around her labia and along the hood of her clitoris. One finger now gently rubbed lightly over her sensitive love button, while the three others explored the face of her sex, all while, the palm did not move, the thumb continued to make its slow caressing circles over the same area. Amelia's fingers were reaching places she could have not without moving her hand. Petunia realized this was not normal, and gasped. Amelia's luscious mouth was back at her neck and ear.

"Does something seem amiss dear Petunia? It still feels good, doesn't it?" A finger slid into her crease, and down, along it, reaching the plug she had in her vaginal opening, another joined it, tugging slowly on it, playing with it, slowly stretching her vaginal sleeve, pushing it back in, then pulling it out further repeatedly. One finger continued to lightly rub her clit, while another explored her outer labia. The hand remained where it had always been on her thigh. Petunia looked at Amelia her eyes wide in surprise. "Are you surprised dear Petunia, to find out that I am a body witch like you?", Amelia softly whispered, a slightly wicked smile on her face. With that grin, the vaginal plug was pulled free and held by the two fingers until Amelia slid her other hand under the blanket and plucked it from them, bringing it out, it was dripping with cum. She licked one side of it and offered it to Petunia. "Mmmm! I do so love the taste of Harry's cum, would you care for the rest?" Petunia, shocked, weakly shook her head. "No, well then I guess I will be greedy…" Amelia placed the plug in her mouth and sucked it like a ripe strawberry, bringing it out clean with a smile. "I can taste hints of you as well, sweet Petunia, you must tell me what diet you have you and Harry on."

With the plug no longer a hindrance, the two fingers began to push their way up inside Petunia's cum filled vagina, darting about, deeper, and deeper inside her.

"Mmm so much seed, so much power you have in there!" Amelia whispered. "Certainly, more than enough to come have fun with me… my pussy is waiting, Petunia." With that, Amelia gently used her free hand to placed Petunia's left hand on her right thigh. Amelia then ran her free hand down to her pyjama pants to the crotch, and stated, "I certainly was not thinking ahead with this outfit, oh well!" and then she uttered "Fabricae transdo" and with her index finger extended, Amelia traced the outline of her sex and the fabric disappeared, revealing her bare pussy. She turned and looked at Petunia who had raptly watched the entire process while continuing to be pleasured by Amelia's right hand, still resting on her thigh. Amelia then looked down at Petunia's hand on her own thigh and then back up at Petunia. "Say it, Petunia, concentrate on your left hand and say it. After that you need only to think where you want your fingers to go."

Petunia hesitated, then closed her eyes as if to steel her nerves or quiet her thoughts and uttered, "Digito… Digito serpentes!" Reminding her of the time she transformed Harry's cock into a giant black anaconda-like creature with a mind of its own, Petunia felt her fingers grow and stretch and wriggle more freely, yet they still felt like her fingers with a sense of touch, yet she concentrated, and she could move her pinky finger in other directions than normal. She willed it to grown longer, and while still holding firmly onto Amelia's inner thigh with a grip perhaps a bit tighter than needed, she felt her pinky finger slither its way down Amelia's thin and muscular thigh and to her crotch, and then finally up and over her exposed cunt. She allowed the other fingers to join, and soon they were tentatively exploring the folds and shapes of Amelia's willing pussy. Amelia then covered her lap with the blanket to keep others from seeing; she was patient as she allowed Petunia time to figure out how to control and use her fingers in this magically enhanced state, and she was certainly getting pleasure out of the process as well.

Harry began working's Mimi's clit a bit faster and harder as he was close to cumming himself, and wanted her to orgasm with him, or at least close to the same time. He had a surprise for Mimi, he had knicked one of Petunia's plugs from her bag with the hope that he could use it to play with Gina or Amelia, but it would work out well for at least stoppering whatever he put up inside Mimi, until she could get to a bathroom, perhaps it might somewhat reduce the mess that they were about to make.

Mimi was wriggling in his lap, and biting her hand, and the extra wriggling was putting him on the brink. He began strumming hard on her poor little clit, and Mimi squealed into her hand and Harry could feel her body quiver and juices running down his cock and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down hard on his lap, and both felt his cock jerk and spasm within her hot wet vagina, and Harry ejaculated with great force up deep within Mimi. Mimi turned and kissed him several times on the cheek, and then whispered in his ear.

"We are going to make a lovely mess, dear Harry."

"Maybe not as big as you think." Harry replied. He pulled out the plug from his pants pocket and showed it to Mimi. She nodded and took it, then slid it up against Harry's cock at the opening to her vagina. She stretched her lips to tuck it inside her. Harry began to extract his cock, feeling the cold chromed stainless steel of the plug drag against his rod as he retracted his still turgid penis, while Mimi held the plug. She then expertly slid the plug in fully as his cock popped out. She licked her fingers of the cum on her hands and took both hands to his rod, pulling the cum still coated there off and sucked and licked her fingers as she removed what she could of the cum still dripping on his cock. Mimi slid off his lap and then lay her head in his lap, and began sucking on his cock quickly, licking the remaining spunk smeared upon it. Satisfied with her quick clean up, she sat up, tucked his still slightly turgid cock back into his pyjama trousers, and placed a pillow in Harry's lap and got comfortable to watch the movie. If anyone was watching, no one protested or made it known. No one was behind them except Clive, who seemed to have disappeared from the projector, and no one in front of them had turned around that Harry had noticed. At this point, Harry figured that the only person who may be concerned would be Amelia, and she seemed preoccupied with the movie and talking softly with Petunia.

She whispered to Harry, "I have no clue what is happening in this movie, but the lads sure are a handsome bunch."

Harry just smiled and nodded.

Meanwhile, Amelia and Petunia continued to have fun. Amelia placed a Muffliato charm around Petunia and herself to keep anyone from passing by from stopping due to the annoying buzz in their ears, nor could they hear the sighs and squeals that each could no longer suppress as each other's fingers caressed and inserted themselves into the sex of the other. Amelia was impressed how Petunia was able to intertwine three of her fingers together and thicken and lengthen them as they snaked in and out of Amelia's vagina while another finger deftly played with her throbbing love button. Petunia brought her to climax a couple of times, and she knew the mattress and sheets underneath them was soaked with their juices.

Petunia was finding this all very exciting, and the heady news Amelia revealed of being a sister "body witch" was exciting and frightening to her at the same time. She wanted to speak with her someplace privately and find out how she was aware of Petunia abilities. She was also enjoying her attentions, and Petunia was excited to find out what made a body witch different than someone known as just a witch. She was excited also to find someone with similar abilities who could share experience and knowledge with her. She was hesitant and frightened to find out what Amelia meant by "our Harry", was she just using an endearing term, or did she suspect or know her relationship with her nephew? The anticipation and dread to find this all out was aching inside her, but she also was thoroughly enjoying the finger fucking and caressing she was receiving from this lovely socialite-cum-witch currently, and it bode well for them having a much deeper relationship going forward, whatever that might turn out to be.

She looked over to the next mattress and nearly came on the spot. She watched as her best friend was leaning over her nephew's lap, licking his semi-erect cock, swallowing and slurping what must have been their recent orgasm together. She felt a jolt of jealousy as well as a certain amount of sentimental pride that her dear friend, who had been so lonely and unfulfilled had gotten laid. The conflicting feelings were a bit much for her, and she realized both her one hand was still "modified" as she brought then both up to her face in reflex. The shock of seeing her long undulating fingers writhing on her left hand made her shriek.

Luckily, the Muffliato charm was still in effect, and only Amelia was the one to hear it. She chuckled a bit. "Yes, it is a bit of shocker what one can do with body magic, and sometimes it can be a bit visually…disturbing." She held both of Petunia's hands, getting her to look her in the eyes. There was still panic there in Petunia's, and she calmed her with some soothing shushes, and told her to close her eyes, and imagine her hands as beautiful and normal again. Petunia did so, she opened her eyes and looked down, and realized she had given her nails a perfect manicure as well, and the nail she had chipped on her right index finger was now whole in shape and shine. She smiled, and looked at Amelia and spoke her heart, "Oh Amelia, you don't know how lovely it is to find someone… someone like me, I do hope you and I can become better friends!"

Amelia smiled back, and said, "Oh dear Petunia, I think we are already on our way!" She looked down at her lap and the tussled blankets, and the large wet spot around her and what she presumed was also around Petunia. "Perhaps this would be good time to show you a bit of domestic magic for cleaning bedding. I learned this when while visiting a witch brothel in Amsterdam."

Harry felt a bit gooey in his pyjama pants, his massive cock was still oozing his powerful seed despite Mimi's best efforts to suck him clean. He held his hand over his mouth while Mimi was watching a bit of the movie, and whispered the only cleaning spell he knew, "Scourgify!"

At that moment, he felt someone lean over to him, and it was not Mimi who he clearly felt was on his left side, leaning on his shoulder. He heard Amelia's voice at the same time he smelled her perfume and found her on her hands and knees leaning over from their mattress on his, whispering into his ear. "Tergeo might be the more proper spell to use, Harry, in this case." Harry blushed so deeply he was sure even Amelia saw it in the dark and only nodded his thanks.

She only smiled knowingly and returned to her mattress. He saw both Amelia and Petunia giggle like schoolgirls, and he knew his face had turned an even deeper red in color.

Harry enjoyed what was left of the movie, even though he had not been following it too closely. He had heard of real-life vampires, but had never seen one, and his knowledge was very basic that they tended to be a closed off lot and spent more time in countries where they were less likely to be discovered, so he found the movie to be amusing that this American lot seemed so frivolous with their privacy. Mimi had excused herself some time before and had not yet returned. He had spent the time away to do some magic cleaning with the new spell he had learned in the area she had lain, as the plug did not seem to have done a good job with everything they had done together. They only brought up a few lights during the intermission before the next movie, so that it was not a rude awakening for those that may have already fallen asleep during the movie, which was not many, but some of the younger lot, or the drunken moms were already slumbering on their makeshift beds.

While Harry, out of habit, had been straightening the sheets and covers of the airbed, Petunia and Amelia had disappeared. Harry was not surprised. Amelia said that she was here to gain the confidence of his aunt, and she seemed to still be on point for her mission.

He stood and stretched languorously, feeling a bit on display, as mothers walked by, some blatantly checked out his appearance, especially that of his pyjama pants, to see if the rumors spreading were true. Others just whispered to their companions and giggled like schoolgirls. Many a flirtatious smile or wave of the hand were granted when he caught them in their stares.

He looked around for Gina and did not see her. His bladder decided his next move for him, and so he walked out of the ballroom and searched the halls and memory for the closest loo. There was a long line at the first men's room, so he decided to venture back to the bathrooms near the pool as he thought that they should be near deserted as the pool had been declared off limits during movie time. He moved quickly, as gravity and his bladder were now putting some pressure on his mission. He heard a female voice call to him, and he tried to ignore it like he had not heard and continued with his fast walk. The voice called again, now much closer, though it sounded a bit gasping, so he stopped and turned, and Gina nearly ran directly into him. He put his hands out to catch and stop her from doing so.

"Oh! I am sorry, Harry, I did not think you heard me, and I did not expect you to stop so suddenly!" She was a bit out of breath, so she had been trying to catch up with him.

"Gina!" His bladder was urging him to stop this nonsense, and to continue with his mission. "Are you alright?" He continued to hold onto her arms even though she was certainly at full stop in no danger of colliding with him. Neither she nor he seemed to mind.

"Y-yes, sorry, you walk so quickly! And I was quite a ways from you when I saw you down the hall! Where are you in such a hurry?"

Harry could feel his face already glowing in embarrassment. " Uhm, er, well, on the way to the loo, actually."

"Well, then let's continue! I can tell you must have a real need by the way you are moving from foot to foot!"

"Do you know the closest one?" Harry pleaded with some urgency.

"Yes, I do!" Gina nodded, her cute pig tails bouncing as she did so. She grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him quickly behind her, taking him down another hall, away from the pool from which he was heading, and then another left to a short hallway, with a drinking fountain, and a single door. It was a women's w.c.

"This is a Women's bog!" Harry reported.

"Yes, yes, it is. I see England's educational system is still effective.", Gina retorted with a smile.

"But I can't go in there, what if someone else is there?"

"Highly unlikely, but I could scout for you, shall I?" Gina was taking some amusement in Harry's now evident distress.
"Yes, please!" Harry fairly hissed, holding his crotch to prevent pissing himself.

Gina relented in her teasing and quickly pushed the swinging door open and went inside. She called from inside, "All clear, you can enter!"

Harry quickly pushed in the door open and was already unbuttoning his jeans on the way in.

"Bad news" Gina said, "The toilet's broken. You will have to use the sink." She did not move, nor did Harry care at this point. He dropped his pyjama pants and poised himself over the nearest sink, raising up on his toes a bit to ensure he cleared the counter and dropped his lengthy penis into the sink and began pissing. Harry felt Gina's hands around his waist. She was looking around him. "Need some assistance?"

Harry only nodded and once Gina had a grip on his still pissing cock, He placed his hands on the sides of the sink and raised his toes higher. He continued to piss.

"My, you did have to wee, didn't you? Had quite a bit to drink before the movie, eh?"

Harry only nodded and sighed in relief as his bladder continued to empty into the sink. He felt himself becoming turgid from the touch of Gina's gentle grip on his cock. He was almost through. The urine pulsed and began to sputter in final spurts. Gina watched, and milked his cock, and then gently shook the lengthy rod to get the final drops out of it. "There, is that good?" She asked.
"Well done." Harry remarked. He reached over and turned on the faucet to run water after his own more pungent recycled content. "He looked down at her and smiled. "Now, don't forget to wash your hands."

"Among other things." Gina replied. She did not allow Harry to reel his cock back into his pyjamas, but instead kept one hand gripped on his rod while she made sure the water was warm and then pressed foaming soap into her open hand and began stroking his cock as she slowly washed it. "God knows where this has been," she remarked, "So it is going to be clean before I suck it."

Smart woman, Harry thought. He wondered how willing Gina would be to do so if she knew where it had been about forty minutes before. Harry washed his own hands while Gina continued to lather his cock, then rinse it. He pulled her top off and was delighted to find her braless underneath. He placed her top neatly on a dry part of the sink counter. Harry pulled his own shirt off and used it to dry his cock while Gina watched. She kneeled and helped him to remove his pants fully. She remained on her knees. She looked up at Harry and smiled. "I am having a sense of déjà vu, Harry Potter."

Harry helped Gina off the floor, his prick now massively hard and throbbing. His erection intense from all the oral gratification Gina had given him. Her moans while she sucked him had certainly helped in his arousal. If Gina was a screamer as well as a moaner, then he was certainly glad they were away from prying ears. He had whispered a Muffliato charm around the door to be safe, while locking the deadbolt on the bathroom door. Gina spent the time jumping up to sit on the sink counter, now fully nude. He moved quickly, and was soon kissing her neck and making his way down her chest on an obvious tour to spend time licking her pussy, when Gina grabbed his face and stopped him, forcing him to look up at her. "You can do that later, I have been wanting that cock inside me, Harry for hours now! Fuck me now!" She leaned back and spread her legs wide, ready to receive his rock-hard girth and length. Her pussy was not shaven, but trimmed neatly, with a fiery red patch of pubic fur on her sweet round firm mound. It was refreshingly not shaped in some designed formation, other than perhaps a lopsided upside-down triangle to accommodate her swimsuit. Her labia were full and pulled out and glistened in the harsh bathroom light with her wetness. Hers had definitely been a vaginal birth. He so wanted to run his tongue and mouth around those pulled out petals of pussy lips but instead used the cut crown of his swollen prick head to rub and tease around her sex. Gina unconsciously thrusted her hips forward, widened her legs further, her bare heals dug into the countertop for purchase to keep herself from sliding. It was now truly evident where her gate of heaven opened. Harry continued to tease her, stopping to run his fingers around her pussy as well, and to dip his to right hand fingers into her vaginal opening and slide them up inside he. He pulled them out wet with her honey and proceeded to suck them with relish in front of her. She grabbed his cock and directed it down to her opening. Through gritted teeth and a serious expression, she commanded, "Stop teasing me love, fuck me now!"

Harry grabbed her legs and entered between them, and pushed his thick, thick meat into her wet but very tight opening and she screamed as he, with force, began shoving his third limb up inside his petite lover. She moaned and cried out and threw her arms around him tightly and pressed her body towards his, climbing onto his massive dong. Harry picked her up. She was sturdy, but lighter than he thought. He felt the weight of her core helping to force more of his cock further up her tight vagina. Clearly, she had never had something as big in her since the birth of Sean so many years ago. He was nowhere near the hilt of his rod when he found the back of her cervix due to her size. This felt more like fucking Pet when she was Toony sized. She continued to moan and scream with every gain of length he pushed up inside her. Now at his limit, he began to thrust his hips to push and pull his hardness against the tightness of her vaginal sleeve. He positioned himself in front of the full mirror which ran the length of the bank of the three sink and counter space between them. He could see how tight her pussy hugged his cock and watching it stretch and pull out as he moved his cock inside and out of her. Gina held on tightly to his neck, her head buried into his shoulder facing away from him, to keep from screaming and moaning directly into his ear. She moaned obscenities about the size of his cock and begged him to "Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard! Fuck me until I am barking mad!"

Harry held her to that command and began thrusting with hard sharp short strokes, continuing to hammer the back of her cervix with his massive cock head. She shook with each of his hard thrusts, moaning loudly, and urged him to continue to fuck her hard and rough. Harry began with longer strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her pussy only to slam his great girth back up inside her as far as he could take her. He wrapped his fingers around her jaw and held it tightly. She wanted him deeper and knew he could not do it at this shortened missionary angle. She asked him to withdraw and then slid off the counter and turned around, bending low while raising her ass to him. Harry wanted badly to just take it up her ass, because he knew he could go much deeper and feel more of his length inside her, but he controlled himself and took it back up her heavenly pussy, a bit more of his cock sliding into her at this accessible angle. Gina moaned deeply, "Yesss, omigod Harry! Your bloody cock feels so bloody good! Fuck me like a slut, Harry, I want to be your little bitch!"

Harry, taking the cue that she liked to talk dirty, Slammed her hard with his thrusts, grabbing onto her shoulders to push more of his thick length up inside her admiring her lovely back and ass, her tiny tits quivered slightly under her ass he pounded her pussy. "You like that, slut? Do you like my big cock fucking your tiny tight little pussy, do you?!"

"Ohhh, yes, omigod, omigod destroy my pussy Harry fuck me hard fuck me like the slag I am!"

Harry pounded her hard, taking long deep stokes, pulling all the way out to slide back in as deeply as he could on his petite lover. Her grabbed her by the pigtails, pulling her back, her lovely back arching again as he buried as much of his monster dick has he could inside her wet, slick love-hole. On an attempt to slam her hard, his cock slipped out and slid over her ass cheeks and onto her upper rump. Harry took the opportunity to slap her bum hard with his man-meat. "Take that, you naughty little bitch!"

Gina moaned, and Harry slapped her hard again with his cock, and then with his open hand. Gina's lithe body began to quiver slightly, and a small gush of her pussy juice squirted out and down her legs, dripping on the tiny squares of the tiled floor. She gripped the sink, and Harry watched her finish her orgasm.

Harry grabbed his cock mid length, and began rubbing it around Gina's little pink starfish, pushing slightly at the sphincter opening. Gina sighed, now fulling enflamed with passion. She gritted her teeth and said, "Do it! Do it Harry, I know you want to! Fuck me there!"

It was all he needed to hear. Harry grabbed Gina firmly by the neck with one hand as the other guided and forced his raging hard cock-rod's large mushroom shaped head into the tight constricted opening of Gina's anus. "Say it Gina, tell me what you want me to do." He commanded.

Gina moaned, trying to press her anus up against his wide crown. "Do it, love, what do you want? Please, please tell me!"

"I want to fuck you in your hot nasty little arse!" Harry growled.

"Then, fuck my bum, Harry, take your cock up my ass…please fuck my ass!"

Harry pushed hard, against her tight little pink sphincter. It fought a valiant battle and lost miserably as Harry forced the bludgeoning crown of his cock into the muscled ring of Gina's anus, invading it painfully. Gina moaning loudly as her anus stretched uncomfortably with the girth of the intruding erect penis. She shook and gripped white-knuckled onto the marble counter's edge, pulling herself to the sink for more of a handle as Harry slowly pushed his cock up into her much too tight anal canal. Gina screamed and moaned loudly, but he continued, and she began to push back on him, helping to force more of his length up inside her. Her body visibly shook with every inch of his massive rod that slid up into her.

She had never felt a sensation like this before, to have such a large object up her asshole. In her lifetime, it had been an occasional finger or a slender vibrator. Perhaps, the largest object the handle of a hairbrush as she experimented with the sensation as a horny teen-aged girl. Now she was letting a teenaged boy, (she tried to fool herself in thinking of him as a young man) with a monster-sized penis sodomize her so fully, she thought she was sure never to be able to have a tight ass in jeans again. She marveled at the sensation, the mix of pain and sensual pleasure, to feel his warm meat stretch and slide and prod her up a very sensitive feeling area of her body, maybe even more so than her vagina which had had much larger things sliding in and out of it. She thought of the pain of Sean's head and body and likened it to what she was feeling now as more and more of Harry's super-hard length pushed up inside her. She pushed back, and then raised her ass higher, as she lowered her head, widening her stance as she brought her hands to her knees to hopefully give Harry a better angle to bring even more of that lovely, horridly huge cock inside her. She wanted to feel his large balls tickling the outside of her wet cunt. Her body hugged his cock tightly like when you step into a peat bog, and the suction of the water and muck just pulls one's leg down and holds it tightly. It was as if her anal canal was just the condom or casing for his massive sausage. She could feel her anus stretch and pull outwards from her body as Harry began slowly moving some of the cock's length in and out of her, only to plunge and move more of his shaft up insider her body. She could feel the pressure of the length now pressing against her stomach and her back. She looked down under her and could see a narrow bulge that belied the massive cock within her moving. She thought of the movie Alien and laughed out loud nervously, cupping her hand over her mouth quickly so that Harry would not think she was somehow laughing at him, instead of being astounded at the amount of cock inside her currently.

Harry began to gently rock his cock back and forth, to start more of a stroke motion inside her. Gina gasped, as her anus tried to stretch even more to allow for the movement. The urge to shit was growing deep in her bowels and she held back from it, keeping it at bay, this sensation now causing even more sensual tension within her anal nerves. She would just die if she started pooing as Harry fucked her ass. How mortifying! Little did she know how much that would secretly turn on the nasty wizard boy. Harry would never admit it aloud, but he did love the sheen of shit on his cock to remind him where it had been. It enhanced the taboo nature of the act, the evidence of this invasion of that so private, unclean part of the body; the submission to the act; way women moaned as he took his cock to their ass; the nasty sexual pain of it. All of it added up to why anal sex turned him on.

The urge was becoming overwhelming for Gina, she knew it would happen if she allowed it to continue on, no matter how sexually provocative it felt.

"Omigod, Harry! Omigod! I can't handle this! It is too much! Too much! Your cock is too big, you are going to split me! Please, please, please take it out!" She was lying, but she did not want to feel the shame of voiding in front of him, especially since the toilet was broken. She could not bear it, so she pleaded and cried to keep that from happening.

Harry, listened to her pleas, and stopped, then slowly, gently pulled his cock out of Gina's ass, the sphincter muscles stretching and still gripping tightly against his girth as he exited her.

The feeling of relief for Gina was immediate, but the sexual ache remained, and she almost wished she had not pleaded for her release. She held her head down, shaking it. "Harry, I am sorry, so sorry…"

Harry grabbed her chin, pulling her head up to face him. He had a look of concern on his face. "Are you okay? If anyone should be sorry, it's me. You are such a little thing. My size, my size is-"

"Just wonderful, Harry." Gina interrupted, "Your size is just wonderful. I-I just never had anything so big inside me that way, it was just a bit overwhelming."

Harry nodded his understanding.

"You enjoy that very much, don't you Harry?" Gina asked.

"Harry nodded with a sheepish expression on his face, but said honestly, "Yes, I do. I like it quite a bit."

"You are a naughty one, Harry Potter."

Harry smirked. "Yes I am."

Gina pulled on his neck to bring him down to kiss her.

Both were quiet as they cleaned up the best they could in the sinks in the bathroom. There was no time for a shower, nor did they want to try to explain one as they appeared back at the ballroom, their faces fresh and hair damp whether together or separate. Harry stole glances of Gina's lovely body as she moved through her routine to try to make it appear to the world that the last twenty minutes did not ever happen. After he cleaned himself thoroughly, Gina knelt before him, and stopped him from putting his pants back on, and with expert relish, sucked his cock to completion, swallowing hard, and licking him fully clean. She knew he had wanted to cum in her ass, but she felt at least they had finished fully what they begun and was satisfied watching the expression on Harry's face as he orgasmed, and that first full mouthful of his sweet sperm erupted into her mouth.

They held hands until they got to the main hallway, and they could hear others scurrying about. At that point they parted ways, and Harry took a rambling way back to the ballroom, joining a pack of other boys heading into the room.

Harry felt a friendly slap on his shoulder. He turned around and stopped, as the pack divided and moved around them on the way down the hall and back to the ballroom. It was from Gordie along with his three other mates, Teddy, Chris, and Vern. Teddy grabbed Harry's hand into a handshake, pumping it hard as said excitedly, "Thanks Mate! Thanks for Bloody Everything!"

Harry just grinned at them, and then shook his head. "I didn't do much."

"Not much! Mate, you changed our lives!" Vern gushed, "Mimi is so bloody awesome!"

"Well, that is all Mimi, mind you, I just told her that you seemed like a nice lot and she should get to know you."

"She got to know us all right! Gordie retorted, smirking, "An' us the same! She taught us so-so much! She is a goer, she is!" He elbowed Chris in the ribs to get his confirmation.

Chris just nodded sheepishly, and said in harsh whisper, "Quiet Gordie, not so loud, summin' might hear you, and bosh the whole thing!"

"Gordie protested with an "Aww, shite!", but then nodded, and lowered his voice in confidence and excitedly reported, "She said she would meet with us again before the weekend was over!"

"Good on for you lot!", Harry grinned. He found their genuine enthusiasm refreshing and remembered his time in the park with Mimi and knew exactly what it felt like to be them.

Harry and the four shuffled into the line waiting for popcorn and drinks. He could smell the weed on Gordie who was ahead of him. He wondered if they could smell the sex on him. He did not much care; this whole lot was a group of musky boys after today and just in general. He wondered how the mothers put up with this whole stinky bunch. He flirtatiously thanked the mom who handed him the bag of popcorn and took a cup from the table to use the soft drink fountain set up as part of a portable bar, minus the hard liquor for this group. He mixed the root beer with the cola and threw in a splash of orange and headed back to mattress HQ but found no one at the two mattresses. Both were tidy, as if they had not even been sat upon, thanks to the Tergeo spell upon them.

Harry looked back at the projector set up and did not see Clive either. Well, that probably explained Mimi's continued absence, and he was pretty sure that Amelia was proceeding with her plans to engage more with his aunt. It seemed like there was still plenty of time left to the intermission, but noticed that the mats and sleeping bags, and assorted blow-up beds were starting to fill up again with boys and their mothers or just boys and mothers. He caught the eye of Lacey and Heather, who both seemed only to nod and blush deeply. He looked around for Gina, but her back was towards him, and she seemed busy keeping up with Sean and his bunch of friends that surrounded them. He sat down, cross-legged, on the mattress he was on before with Mimi, and contentedly munched his popcorn and drank his soft drink cocktail, happy with how the weekend was going so far, and it was only Friday night. For him it had been another five days' worth of time. He certainly was cramming a lot into his summer vacation so far in just the last two weeks. This time turner thing had its advantages but really made it hard to remember what the current day of the week really was. He was feeling a bit tired; finally, the adrenaline of non-stop sex was beginning to take his toll on him, and he was feeling more peckish than just popcorn could handle. He thought perhaps he could find a sandwich or leftover pizza available in the kitchen. He left his popcorn on the bed and took his drink with him on a quest for a post-midnight snack other than Gina.

It was strangely quiet around the kitchen; Harry thought he would find more people milling about, but guessed everyone had had their fill of pizza and was satisfied with the snacks in the ballroom. He walked in to find only one person in the kitchen, Eva Evans. She was preoccupied, leaning over the counter, and slowly picking at a slice of pizza, pulling a pepperoni off a slice and nibbling on it lost in thought. Harry took a moment to look her over before announcing his presence as she was clearly lost in thought and was not aware of him walking into the kitchen area.

Harry was attracted to her from the first time he met her; it was why it was so easy for him to flirt with her. He certainly had not done it out of pity, that was for sure. She reminded him in ways of Molly Weasley. The same kind of bright voluptuousness. She was smaller than Molly in height, but was busty, with nice, larger curves. She was a mum and had put on a few pounds over the years, but it wasn't a saggy kind of weight, her hips were wide and her ass nice and round and firm. She wore a modest soft brushed terry cloth kind of pyjamas, very soft looking, a pair of pink three quarter pj pants that revealed shapely calves and sturdy ankles on smallish feet. She wore no shoes, and he could tell she was used to going barefoot. She must have liked to sun a bit; her smooth skin was tanned, but not overly so. He moved slightly in to get a better view behind her, and enjoyed the way she was leaning over the counter, her legs a bit wide, her firm plump bottom tightening her pants, the shape of her ass very evident at this stance. It was a nice upside down heart shaped ass. Her top was long sleeved, but due to the size of her large bust, pulled upwards to reveal the small of her back and her sides. Her waist was small but blossomed out with her wide hips and thighs. He could tell by the way her breasts hung, she was not wearing a bra, and from the way her pants clung probably not any panties, or something rather small, like a thong. He wondered if he would always be this horny; he could feel his cock thickening, and decided is voyeurism had gone on long enough, and before he had an erection again, he needed to distract himself. He cleared is throat and said, "HI Eva!"

She was startled, and gasped, but recovered quickly, realizing she must have really been deep in thought not to hear another person come into the galley. "Oh my, Harry! How are you love?" she said absently. Harry could tell by the natural way she said it, it was a natural term of endearment she used often. Just a real mom kind of thing to say. Again, he thought of Molly Weasley.

"Sorry if I startled you. I was just feeling a bit peckish and thought I would raid the fridge for something or see if there was any pizza left."

"Oh, you like cold pizza too?"

"I like any kind of pizza."

Eva giggled. It was a bright kind of laugh, and she nodded, as if in total agreement.

"I hope I am not disturbing you, you seemed to be thinking about something."

"No- no disturbance- I tend to stress eat- as you can tell.", she motioned to her body, doing a sweeping gesture with her hands down her body.

"What are you stressing about… if I can ask?"

"Oh- it is nothing… you know… a mum just being overly worried is all."

"Doesn't sound like nothing, Eva, if it has you here alone, picking all the pepperoni off the pizza.'

Eva blushed when she realized looking down at three slices on the pan were totally devoid of their pepperoni, now only round holes in the sauce and cheese. Harry moved closer to her and picked a pepperoni off another intact slice left in the pan. He leaned in next to her quite close, and Eva noticed that it excited her, she could feel her nipples hardening at the mere presence of this handsome young man so close to her side. She immediately felt some guilt around it but did not move away from him… that would seem rude. So, she lived with the secret guilt and the excitement, and could feel her heart racing just a bit as her nipples continued to grow hard.

She had been hearing the whispers and rumors of his sizable cock, and that even one of the sluttier mothers had had sex with him in one of the bathrooms near the pool. She assumed it was just trashy gossip, but secretly wondered if it was true. He certainly was a flirt. She remembered how he had so casually and cheekily unbuttoned her blouse and commented on her breasts, and how charming and easy it had been for him to do that to her. It had left her panties wet afterwards. She decided to confide in him. She did not know why, but it felt okay to do so.

"Well, I am bit worried about Clive and me."

"What is the worry?"

"I- I think I am losing him. I don't feel as close to him lately, and I have hardly seen him today at all. I was hoping we would really get a chance to connect this weekend."

Harry was not sure how to respond. He could not say, "Well, you see, it is because he is spending his time selling weed and savagely fucking Mimi VonDunderson." He took another tact. He had to reassure this woman with what he knew.

"I don't think you need to worry, Eva. Clive was excited to do this event. That is why he worked with Pe- with my Aunt Petunia on it. He told me that he thought it was a good idea. He also told me how much he cared about making sure you felt comfortable being here. He really cares about you, Eva, and he is showing it by the stuff he is doing for the event."

"But he disappears, and I hardly see him around."

"Uhm, I know he has been helping around, doing things for other mums, plus, I also know he is an introvert like me, and has to have some time alone too. This- this thing is a bit overwhelming to be around all these different people in just one place. Look at you here alone. You get that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I really do. Not that I mind your company, Harry. Thank you. But he really said he cared about me?"

"Well, it was what he said. We were talking about the nighties we picked out for you and Aunt Petunia for tomorrow."

"Yes, that has been a bit stressing for me, wondering about it. I thought it was a crazy idea, but so many of the other moms thought it would be a lark, and well, my vote was not in the majority."

"Well, I could tell he put a lot of thought into it, he said he wanted you to feel comfortable with his choice, but that he wanted to show you for how pretty you really were too."

That melted her heart. "Oh!, That is so-so sweet!"

Harry could tell it touched her, to hear this and was pleased it did so. "I really don't think you have much to worry about with Clive, Eva."

"Not much?"

"Well, you know, blokes our age, we are always a bit of a worry, aren't we?"

Eva placed her hand on his arm, laughed, then gave it a squeeze. "You certainly are!"

Eva looked into Harry's face. The poor dear looked extremely tired. No wonder he was hungry; he was overly tired and did what she did when she did not know what to do; to nibble a bit. Out of motherly habit, she rubbed his back briefly, and said, "It has been a bit of a day for you, hasn't it love?"

Harry sighed, and was very honest, though he was a bit worried about some of what she might know or heard that had led him to this moment. "Yes, Eva, it has been quite the day, alright. It hardly seems like it could have all happened today. Me and Aunt Petunia were up early, and I guess technically, that was yesterday."

She rubbed his back some more. "Tell you what, I can make you a quick cheese sammie, and how about a glass of milk too?"

"That would be brilliant, Eva!" Harry nodded enthusiastically.

Eva started to go to work, pulling things out of the fridge, and finding an bag of sandwich rolls, tucked onto the counter among other full loaves of bread waiting for their use in the morning. Harry remained at the counter watching her contentedly. He was watching her loose, full breasts sway underneath her soft pink terry cloth top, as she moved about the kitchen. She would turn and move back toward the back counter away from the island, and Harry would enjoy watch her bend over the counter, her lovely heart shaped ass nicely on display, and the bare bottoms of her breasts occasionally peeking out from under her top as she bent over the counter. Her pants clung well, and he enjoyed catching a glimpse of the gap that led to what he imagined to be a lovely meaty pussy between those cheeks. He should have felt guilty for turning this lovely woman into a sex object, but did not, she was a very sexy mom in her element, and he did not get to see that often. Again, she reminded him of Molly, and he found great comfort in that. It was not often that he was treated to this level of maternal attention, and he found himself at odds on how to handle it. Petunia had softened, but she was still no where near this level of motherliness with him, nor he knew would she ever be now that they had become what,? Lovers? Fuck buddies? It was hard to say. Eva's personal radar must have become cognizant of his blatant staring at her while she worked. She looked up.

"Harry, love, you could go sit at the table if you want, I could bring this to you when I'm done."

"No, I think I am fine right where I am at, just watching you do your thing."

"Yeah, well then, why don't you go pour yourself a glass of milk; the glasses are in that cupboard there, over my shoulder." She nodded behind her. She was finding his intense attention distracting and a bit too exciting. Her nipples were practically tearing through her top, and she was concerned that the wet spot between her legs might become visible. She only wore a small thong. She wondered what Harry would think if she knew she was wearing it because of him. Well, It was not for him, it was because of what he had said to her during the meet and greet. She decided to be daring and feel sexy as well. She had brought the thong along as a lark, and had decided to go braless too, on a whim when dressing into her pyjamas. She certainly felt freer and more comfortable, but now it was making her sexual excitement more obvious than she would care for others to see.

Harry nodded, and came around the island, and opened one of the three fridges in the bank, not finding milk in it. Eva looked up," Love, try the middle one, I think that is where the milk is."

Harry moved down, opened it, and found a gallon jug, that had been opened and used among the many stored there. He pulled the jug out and brought it to the island. Eva was busy, assembling sandwiches for them both. He moved behind her. He just could not help himself, that ass was just too lovely not to touch, and brushed himself up against her on the way to the cupboard, mumbling a "beg your pardon" on the way. He made sure his crotch and cock had a good swipe past her lovely bum on the way by. Eva knew that there was plenty of room between the island and counter area, even though it could be a tight squeeze for two people in a hurry and smiled to herself. She also had felt his sizable cock against her ass, and now had some confirmation to the rumors. She felt herself getting a bit wet. She thought she might have a bit of fun with this not unwanted attention he had just given her.

"That was not much of a beg, Harry."

"Pardon, mum?"

"Your weak excuse as you brushed past my bum, that was not much of a beg for pardon. In fact, I believe you did that on purpose, did you not, touching my bum like that?"

"Er- uhm, I- "

"Speak up young man!" Eva was enjoying this. She did not get to tease Clive's friends often, as they spent most of their time over at the Dursley residence. "Admit it, you wanted to touch my bum!" She tried to be as serious as she could, but she was not sure if she was pulling it off, but poor Harry certainly looked confused.

"Well…"

"Well what?!"

Harry decided to come clean, it had always worked with him in the past. "Yes, Yes, I did mean to brush past your bum, it is such a lovely one!'

"You think so? You find my bum attractive?" Evan turned and put her hand on her hip, secretly pleased that she got the confession, and that Harry liked her ass. "Your cousin thinks so too!"

"Clive?!"

"No, silly, Mr. Evans! He says it is one of my best features."

"Well you got many nice features Eva, but-"

"You like my bum!"

"Yeah, I do like your bum." Harry hung his head a bit but had a sheepish smirk as well.

She shook her finger mockingly. "Well, even though you like it, that gives you no right to brush your crotch along it without permission. I have a mind to go complain to your aunt about it!"

"Really?"

"Well, maybe if you did something for me to make up for it, I could forgive you…"

"Name it. Really. I don't want you to be mad at me."

"Then rub my feet for me after we eat our sammie. Clive has not given me a proper foot rub in ages. I think that might make up for you being a cheeky perv." Little did Eva know that she had just given the perv the keys to his kingdom. Harry tried not to hide his excitement at the thought of being able to rub those tiny, bare feet. He could not wait to feel the callouses on her heels and the pads of her toes.

"Uhm, sure. I will rub your feet, Eva, I can do that if that is what you would like." Damn these pyjama pants, thought Harry, how am I going to hide my stiffy?

"Well grab a couple of glasses then, and we can sit at the table and eat properly before you rub my feet, cheeky monkey. Go on, to the table, and mind a couple of napkins from the counter along the way." Harry enjoyed being bossed in such a naturally maternal way and followed her commands obediently.

Harry had uncomfortably sat at the table watching Eva finish up her preparations. His erection would now be evident if Eva had looked down under the table, but he had tucked himself under hoping he was hiding it well. She was placing some crisps on each of the plates and inspecting her work, and Harry was mesmerized by her moving breasts, and her protruding nipples. He secretly hoped he was the cause of some of that excitement but noticed that there was a bit of chill from the night seeping through the old brick walls that could explain the cause as well. It did not matter; he cherished every jiggle and bounce as she made her way to the table with their midnight snack. Eva was aware of his attention to her breasts, and mentally added that to the lists of Things that Harry Liked About her. But then again, most boys his age do, she had been finding that out throughout the day with the scads of gawking boys all around her. Their heads had certainly been on a swivel for most of the moms today. Though, how many had made her nipples so very hard and achy as they brushed against the soft velour feel of her top? Only one so far, and she was perhaps enjoying this alone time with this young man too much. She brushed that thought aside, justifying that it was just her secret thrill; no one else would ever know.

They ate their thickly sliced cheddar and mayonnaise on a soft sliced bap as they made small talk about the movie, and the events of the day. As soon as Eva had daintily wiped her mouth after finishing the last of her crisps, she looked over at Harry who had finished his food well before her and was drinking the last of his second glass of milk. "Time to pay the piper, cheeky monkey."

That seemed to be her nickname for him now, and Harry hoped it would be kept between the two of them for the rest of the weekend, or better yet, dropped after tonight.

"Bring your chair around, so that I can prop my feet up proper for you."

Harry had been having some trepidations about this, but his erection had calmed down to a just a slight chub of his girthy length. He had noticed that her nipples had become less prominent too, as they had shared their meal and made small talk and had become more comfortable in each other's presence. He tried to act natural as he stood up and grabbed the back of his chair to bring it round to face Eva, who had scooted her chair a bit to angle out from the table. Harry sat back down, and Evan placed her feet in his lap, mindfully watching him and indeed noticing what Harry had hoped she would not, his penis's semi-excited state. Eva had gasped inwardly when she visibly calculated the length of what she was seeing dangling inside the left side of Harry's pyjama pants, and in the interest of karmic balance, made sure her right foot brushed alongside it as she placed her feet into his lap, toes pointed up, heels landing on his muscular thighs. Her only concern was whether the moist spot was possibly visible at her crotch, but decided not to worry, secretly hoping in a small way that it was.

Harry took to caressing the tops of both of her feet lightly, and Eva pulled her right foot back giggling, "I am a bit ticklish; you're going to have to rub a bit harder than that, love!"

Harry nodded and took to rubbing and kneading around the toes of her left foot more firmly. "How is that?", he asked, not looking up at her, already intent on experiencing her small sturdy feet.

"Mmmm, better, but you can really press firmly, they feel so tight and sore after this day."

Harry bore down his thumb along her sole and rubbed firmly along the base of her toes and back to her heel. Eva moaned consent, and Harry continued rubbing along the bottom and sides of her foot, putting pressure on certain points along the way. Eva had placed her right foot back on his thigh on its side, her legs now splayed a bit wider, and Harry took notice with brief frequent glances toward her crotch, where an evident camel toe had formed, while also immensely enjoying the lovely feet at had to caress and rub freely. Her toenails were painted pink, and he knew she had done it the night before, in anticipation of wearing the pyjamas they matched. He could picture her nude, on her bed, or perhaps just in her knickers, intently brushing on the polish with care, the telly on in the background, with the late news of the day or perhaps a re-run of a popular comedy. Harry was becoming more aroused, and tried to concentrate on the job on hand, knowing that the heel of her right foot was rest almost on top of his cock, and surely Eva would feel his hardness growing. He blushed, and it did not go unnoticed by Eva. She did not comment, but smiled inwardly, knowing that it was probably due to some teenaged, charged hormone thoughts of sex.

Hermione had convinced Harry to take a Magical Medicines and Practices class with her, arguing that any good Auror should have some basic knowledge of medicinal cures for cases of emergency, and Harry had agreed. One of the units was Reflexology, which of course, gained Harry's interest quickly. The practice posits that most of the nerves of the body are connected in the feet, and by putting pressure or massaging sections of the feet, you can help to regulate and stimulate parts of the body. Harry was currently concentrating on the section of the foot that influenced the pelvic area. His eye kept coming back to Eva's luscious camel toe, which was revealing a nice plump pussy, that from the slight outline showing on her pyjamas, now had a tiny thong riding up deep inside it. Right now, Harry was wondering how engorged her clitoris was now, surely based on the split of the camel toe, the thong was fully up along it. Eva was certainly enjoying the foot massage, and had her eyes closed and made an occasional "Ooh" or "Ahh" sound or just a small pleasurable gasp or tiny moan.

Harry continued to apply pressure and rub, looking for the tiny thread of nerve in the area that Hermione had told him about. It, if stimulated properly, could lead to orgasms. Harry did not believe her, but she demanded that he practice on her feet, and of course he agreed without hesitation. With some care and work, Harry had found it for Hermione, and she had gone into a full blown orgasmic fit, soaking her knickers. She had lifted her skirt and had shown them to Harry to prove she had not faked it; her sweet pussy juice running down her thigh. Harry was working hard to find that point for Eva, but it was eluding him. He started varying his pressure, and thought he had found the spot, because of some sudden gasps, but then nothing visible occurred. He continued to rub her left foot, but then gave up on the experiment, and moved on to working with her right foot. He started again as her lovely toes, again mindful of how he wanted to suck and lick them, and he knew he was now way more erect than could be hidden. He tried not to think about it and was only relieved that her foot was now firmly in his hands, and not resting along his trouser snake.

Eva, and moved her left leg at an angle that allowed it to rest along the right side of his body, her foot turned out, heel resting against his stomach, widening the view of her crotch even further. It was taking much effort on her part not to take her hand and rub it along her pussy, the ache of the thong so far up her cunt and rubbing along her clit was maddening. She was regretting even wearing it. She either wanted to fiddle with herself or try to pull it out of her slit and knew neither was an appropriate action in front of Harry, so she continued to have it slowly torture and stimulate her clit. It was a delicious ache, but embarrassing for her, as well as a bit uncomfortable. However, Harry's foot massage was wonderful, and she tried ignoring the thong, and moved her leg to try to relieve the pressure of it on her clit with little success.

Eva began watching Harry to try to take her mind off her personal pleasure/discomfort, stealing glances along his left leg where she knew his large cock lay nestled under his pyjama pants. Her eyes widened when she found out its current state and how evident the length and girth of it truly was. She could not take her eyes off it. Both her husband and Clive were well enough endowed, (not that she went looking, but one in a casual household of teen boys will catch them with their penis out sooner or later) but this was beyond anything she had seen before. She knew she was going to get caught staring and averted her eyes. She was relieved to find Harry had been concentrating on her right foot and was not aware of her blatant staring. She continued to steal glances often, concentrating on the shape of the large mushroom head outlined clearly, and wondering with a bit of guilt, what that would feel like in her mouth and her greedy little cunt. She was beginning to appreciate the viewpoint of the slutty mother who may have been lucky enough to have some detailed carnal knowledge of its abilities. As if reading her mind, Harry widened his legs to allow more of the chair seat available and placed her foot directly at his crotch to further work the tops of her feet, and around the toes. The outside of her foot was pressed up against his immense erection, and Eva reveled in feeling her foot pressed against it. Her heel, though dully, could make out the size of the massive bollocks it rested against. She was certainly sure by now that the soaking in her knickers must be leaving a visible spot on her pyjama pants.

Harry of course, did it in guise of working the tops of her feet, but noticing her stares, he felt the cat was out of the bag, and decided he might as well get the sensation of her foot at his crotch the best he could, and also reveled in the feel of her foot at his balls and against his peen. Soon he was back to working the section of her foot that stimulated the pelvic region, and unknown to him, it was intensifying the pleasure and discomfort that Eva was feeling in her pussy immensely. She felt like her clitoris was on fire and wanted to break off the foot massage and run away but knew that it would look barking mad for her to do so. Instead, she continued to sit in the chair and feel this luscious ache in her twat. Harry noticed the bit of fidgeting that Eva was doing and her hand now resting in her lap, moving slightly around, and thought he must be close. He continued to vary the pressure of the rubbing and kneading but was not getting the effect he had seen with Hermione. Then a thought popped into his head. Eva had said she was ticklish at light touch. Perhaps he was pressing too hard. He went back to the area where he saw her fidgeting the most and gasping a bit, and just lightly ran his forefinger down in a line in this area. It was like he had just lit a fuse and set off a bomb.

Eva moaned loudly, her eyes widening in surprise, then rolled back into her head. She leaned forward, grasping both his knees forcefully. She continued to moan and then her body was shaking, and she cried out in guttural pleasure. Her chest was heaving, and her nipples incredibly erect. She tried to get up from the chair, still gripping Harry's knees with all her might, and managed to lift herself off the chair only to go to her knees on the floor in front of him. She released her death grip on his knees, dropping to the floor onto her hands and knees, and her hips bucking. She turned away from him, and she finished the throes of her immense orgasm moaning and gasping, "Omigod! Harry!".

Harry watched the pussy juice blooming down the crotch of her pyjamas, thoroughly soaking them. He was flabbergasted. He had no idea that such a light touch would set off anything like that. He knew that as soon as Eva came to her senses that she would be mortified beyond belief and would probably never speak to him again from embarrassment. Without thinking, he reflexively uttered, "Confundus! Confundus maximus!"

He helped the confused Eva back to her chair, and then took the half glass of milk she had left by her plate and spilled some of it on the table, and the rest into her lap. She looked up in confusion, and Harry was offering her a napkin.

"I am so sorry, Eva, that was so clumsy of me, I knocked the glass with my elbow! And- "

"What?" What happened? Omigosh, Harry, I am soaked! I-I must have been daydreaming… I could have sworn that-"

"That what, Eva?" Harry asked, intent to hear her answer, to see if the impromptu spell had worked in confusing her memory.

"Oh- never mind. It was nothing- oh my goodness though, my pyjamas are soaked! And in such an embarrassing spot as well! I must change!"

"Do you have a robe or something?" Harry asked.

"Well yes, but I left it on the air mattress… I was too warm with it on - "

"Let me go fetch it then, it is the least I could do- what color is it, and where is it at?"

"In the middle… There is a tartan throw on the mattress… the robe is pink terrycloth, like my night clothes…" Harry could tell that she was still heavily under the spell, slowly coming through a muddied state of confusion.

"Eva, I am so sorry, I am such a bloody klutz!"

Eva patted his arm, "Don't fret, love, a bit embarrassing, but nothing we can't fix. Look at the state of me, though, I am just soaked!"

Harry looked down and had to stop and stare, and appreciate the wet fabric, clinging definitively to what he was sure was a full and tasty fanny. He could not take his eyes off it, absorbing every detail of Eva's hot snatch, the defined outline of the thong triangle wedge deeply in her puss, the hint of the shape of her splaying lips. He watched her dab the cloth napkin at the fabric which seemed to only help to further define the outline of her lips and slit.

"Harry love."

"Yes?" replied Harry absently, his gaze still on Eva's crotch.

"Wasn't there something you were going to do for me?"

"Sure. What?"

"The robe, love. Harry!"

Harry came to, snapping out of his trance, now mindful that Eva had caught him blatantly drooling over her wet pussy. He turned a bright shade of red, and stuttered, "Uh-uh yes. R-right, the robe! Right on that, Eva. I will go get the robe. Not mindful at all that he was swinging a very huge erection at the moment, which had slid out of his pyjama fly.

Eva had a smirk on her face. "Harry!" she said forcefully, causing Harry to stop and turn back towards her. He was ready to face her admonishment of his rude staring.

"Yes?" asked Harry, still not aware of his own state of embarrassing clothing malfunction among other biological issues.

"You might want to take care of calming that down before you march down in public."

Harry, confused, looked towards where Eva was pointing suddenly aware that it was his own crotch. Yes, that was indeed his own hard cock hanging out of his pyjama trousers. He said nothing, sure that his face was beet red, and tucked back in his pants his now semi-turgid cock that was quickly shrinking from embarrassment and buttoned the fly. He saw no need to move out of sight to do so, the cock was already out of the henhouse, as it were.

He looked up when he was done, with an apologetic look on his face to see Eva hiding a smirk behind her hand. He just waved to her, nodded his thanks, still red-faced, and turned around and left the kitchen, and headed quickly back to the ballroom. The room was already dark, and the movie had started. He was never going to find Eva's air mattress now. He looked to the back of the room and spied Clive at the projector. He padded quickly to the back along the outskirts of the sea of lounging sons and mothers. He noticed the two mattresses were still empty and wondered where all three of the women he was charged with could be. He sidled up to Clive, who nodded, when he could finally recognize Harry's features in the dark.

Harry whispered, "Clive, Hey!"

"Hey cuz, how goes it?" Harry could tell from his slurred speech that Clive was very stoned or a bit drunk or both.

"All right, I guess. Hey- uhm, where is your mum got her air mattress?"

"Why?"

"I have to fetch her robe. I accidently spilt a glass of milk all over her in the kitchen.'

"What?"

"I ran into her in the kitchen, she made me a cheese sammie, and I was a bloody klutz and accidently spilt a glass of milk on her. I've come to fetch her robe so that she can go change."

"Well, I could go do that."

"If you want mate, but I still should go back and apologize to her again. I feel pretty rotten about it."

"Well, it weren't like it was on purpose, right cuz?"

"Yeah, no. but just a bit embarrassin'. Down the bloody table and right into her lap. Couldn't have been any worse!"

"Looks like she pissed herself?"

"Yeah, I guess- I-just-"

"Just what?"

"I just felt like a bloody fool so I left real quick to get the robe, but then I came back and the movie had already started - "

Clive chuckled. "Got yourself into a bit of a mess cuz, but tell you what, I will go get the robe for you since you were the bloke that introduced me to Mimi. Bloody hot, isn't she?'

"Yeah, she is. Where is she? I thought she'd be back. I don't see her or my Aunt Petunia."

"Not sure. I have not seen any of them since the last movie. I was out smoking with a couple of the other mums in the garden. It's stopped raining."

"Well, I should get that robe for your mum, she is hiding out in the kitchen."

"Tell you what, I will go fetch it for you and then let you go make amends to mum. It sounds like it probably upset you more than her.'

"Well, it is just so bloody embarrassing.''

"I wouldn't worry about it; my mum is the forgivin' type."

Clive ducked through the crowd to the middle of the floor and retrieved his mother's robe. He brought it out to the hallway where Harry was waiting, and where they could speak at a more normal volume.

"Here you go. Tell mum she has a curfew, and I expect her back at the mattress after she changes.'

''Uh, sure. Thanks." Harry turned to leave.

"Cuz!"

Harry turned back. "Yeah?"

"If you run into Mimi, tell her I am not doing anything after the movie. I am not tired at all."

Harry smirked. "Yeah. I will."

Harry hurried back to the kitchen. Eva was tucked tightly under the kitchen table, leaning forward, her large breasts resting on top of the tabletop, her hands out flat on its surface, looking nervous and expectant when she had heard Harry approaching. She seemed relieved to see it was Harry. "Harry! Thank goodness it is you. I was worried it might be one of the bitchy mums or one of the boys that would want some help in the kitchen."

Harry, standing in the doorway, held up the robe. "Found it!"

"Yes, I see you did. Why don't you bring it over to me", she said sweetly.

"Oh- yeah." Harry hurried in and stood with the robe. Eva got up and turned her back on him, and Harry took the hint and helped her put it on.

Harry noticed that Eva had already cleaned up the table, and the dishes were already washed and drying in the rack. She had taken the time to clean up despite the risk that someone could come upon her embarrassing situation while she was doing it.

Harry was about to turn and leave when Eva reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

"Not so fast young man. You must escort me down to the laundry. It is in the basement, and I am not going to walk down there alone." She cinched her robe tightly as she said this, making sure the still visibly damp crotch of her pants was covered as well as possible.

"The basement?"

"Yes. I did not bring any other pajamas or lounge pants, so I am going to have to rinse these out properly and then dry them in the club laundry. We have access. Petunia planned for everything, bless her. You can be my guard and keep me company. Be a dear and grab that bottle of club soda off the counter over there."

She turned to leave the kitchen, and after grabbing the bottle of club soda, Harry quickly followed behind Eva, who was already quite a way down the hallway. She did not slow her pace, and Harry had to quicken his pace to catch up with her. He thought she was perhaps cross with him, but when he caught up to her, she was all smiles and chitchat, and he soon realized this was her normal pace of walking.

Harry followed her, and Eva seemed to know her way easily to where she was going in the utilitarian depths of the Country Club. Harry, curious, asked Eva, "How do you know where to go? This is a maze down here."

"I volunteered myself and Clive to head the clean up crew for any laundry or janitorial needs during the weekend. We were shown all these facilities earlier this week."

Now Harry knew how Clive was familiar with the boiler room, and how it would make a good place for some of his more illicit activities.

Even though the area was fairly affluent with upper middle class and middle class members, as well as a few from old money that had settled in this area back when it was much more open country and before smaller estates had been parsed and deeded as the larger estates fell on hard times during the war, the budget for help at the small Surrey country club was limited. Petunia and her committee were able to pull of their event by promising to keep any hired help limited to some of the catering and set up. Anything else like laundry and janitorial would be handled by the mothers during the weekend, with final janitorial clean up handled by the regular staff on Monday. Petunia had promised not to make it too hard on that crew on Monday as well.

"Brilliant. Well, if you need my help with any that work, I am more than happy to help."

"Your aunt has already volunteered you, love. "

"Yes, that sounds like Aunt Petunia."

"She is a hard taskmaster, isn't she Harry?"

"Yes, she is, but this summer, she has seemed to uh, mellow a bit."

"You know, she has been speaking more fondly of you lately, since, well, since Dudley was having his problems."

Harry had no clue what story Petunia and Vernon had told friends and neighbors concerning Dudley's departure and slow return to reality, but it was certainly not the truth of a Dementor attack. He chose to nod, and keep his mouth shut.

"She said you were instrumental in the two of you getting away from those drug addled vagrants camping in the road tunnel."

"Oh- Mmm, that is a bit generous. I was lucky and took a chance when we had it. We were both scared, but they uhm, had Dudley down on the ground, looking for money at knife point, and took his gold chain, and roughed him up pretty good because he did not want to give it up."

"You're being modest. She said you could have gotten away, and you turned back to help Dudley."

"Well, he is my cousin. I could not just leave him there."

"I have seen the way he and his gang treat you- I would not have faulted you if you had."

Harry shook his head. "I just could not have done that to him."

Eva squeezed his arm, impressed with the firmness of his bicep despite him being a thin young man. "I hope my Clive has never treated you meanly."

"No, he has not. He is kind of the quiet one of the bunch, and he has never gone out of his way to be mean to me. Not once."

"That is good to hear. I sometimes worry about him in that gang of boys."

Harry did not respond. His cousin was a bully, and so were some of his friends, but he never felt that way with Clive. Clive just never spoke up, but Harry could understand that position, being a loner himself, he knew how good it felt to belong to a group of friends, despite any faults they may have and sometimes you had to overlook things. He was just lucky that he never felt that way with his closest friends at Hogwarts.

"Here we are!" The old brass plate, polished, but the engraving darkened with age and the dampness of the lower level simply stated, Laundry.

Harry helped to push open the heavy old oak door and found the light switch by feel where he thought it should be and turned on the lights.

A set of three industrial sized sets of washers and dryers lined one brick wall. The linoleum squared tile floor with art deco design was old but clean. Across the room was a large heavy duty folding table and a large steam press for doing things like table linens. Shelves and cabinets lined the wall with folded cloth napkins and tablecloths. At the end of the machines was a large double-tub industrial stainless-steel sink on an open stand.

Eva wasted no time, requesting the bottle of soda water, and walking towards the sink. Harry followed just out of reflex.

"Love, you don't have to guard me so closely. Why don't you go wait near the folding table and be a dear and turn around."

"Turn around?"

"Yes, with your back towards me. You see, in order to wash these pants, I must take them off, and I would prefer to have a bit of privacy for that, so be a love, and walk back down by the table and turn around. I will tell you when it is safe – I wouldn't want to scar you for life."

Harry could respect self-deprecating humor but could not let it go unanswered. "I wouldn't mind taking the chance that seeing you would ruin me for other girls."

"Flattery will get you places, Harry Potter, but not with me tonight. Though I appreciate the sentiment behind your cheeky comment. Now go, monkey, please."

Harry obeyed, and walked back to the table and turned his back on Eva but mumbled a spell under his breath. He had tried it only once as part of a prank his second year, it was a spell George had taught him and Ron. "Spectare Post-Te!"

This time, Harry knew what to expect as his eyes rolled backward into his head and could not see, until they reached the back of his head, where deeply recessed sockets formed so they could peer out from beneath the hair back there. The first time had left him a bit panicked during the process. George had found it very amusing. This time, it was much easier to see, due to his new haircut and the way it was close cropped in the back. It had been so much harder peeping out of that thick mop he sported in his second year; he had to lift hair out of his line of sight. He had a very good view of what was going on once his eyes focused past the hair.

Eva shrugged off her robe, and then took off her top, which had been splashed with milk as well, revealing her large, pendulous but firm, round tits, with light pink areolas about the size of a three-inch jumbo 2-pound coin from the late sixties. Harry had found one on the street as a small lad and had kept it hidden away from his cousin and uncle, who surely would have taken it. What was lovely were the large gum drop nipples taking up most of the real estate of that lovely pink circle. He loved the way they hung as she bent forward to remove her pants. She was indeed wearing a tiny thong that did not cover the closely cropped light brown pubic patch that topped the top of her lovely plump pussy. She certainly had to take some effort to pull down to remove the wedged fabric, and she sighed with relief. She had not taken the thong off yet when Harry decided to have a bit of fun.

"You know, Eva, I have eyes in the back of my head, and I am watching you right now."

"Ha, if that were true love, you would be running away in horror screaming right now.'

"I seriously doubt it since I am standing here, enjoying every moment of it."

"So, you are hunh? Then you have quite the imagination." He had piqued her interest. She stopped gathering her clothes items, and put her hand on her hip, totally nude and feeling a slight chill that was hardening her nipples, perhaps along with the excitement of standing in such a state in front of a young man she hardly knew.

"What would you do if you knew I was watching you?"

"Mmm, probably put me robe back on, and ask you to leave the room, or perhaps, this!"

She leaned back on the sink and spread her legs and ran her index finger down into the pouch of the tiny thong, and began stroking her pussy, then she quickly moved the tiny cloth aside to expose her cunt lips, spreading them with her finger, and inserting it inside, and then brought her wet finger to her mouth, and sucked it seductively.

Harry remained still and gulped. "Mmm, nice, Missus E."

Eva giggled, "Oh Harry, you are quite the cheeky one! I would love to hear what you are imagining I just did."

"No, you really wouldn't, I think you'd think me a perv."

"What, how could I, I know you have eyes in the back of your head, and you are watching me, right? So, you would just be telling me what you saw then. Well then, what did I just do, since I certainly did not put back on my robe?"

Harry knew he could not tell her exactly what he saw, so he was going to have to make something up. "Well-uhm, uh, you were…"

"What, Harry? Tell me love but do it slowly."

"You ran your hand down to your knickers."

"Yes, like this?" Harry watched as Eva faced his back fully and placed her hand on her thong. "How did you know I was wearing knickers, Harry?" she asked, with a smiling tease on her face.

'Uhm, because I noticed the outline of them through your pants after-after I spilled the milk."

"Well, that is quite the eye for detail! I would say you were being naughty on top of being cheeky, and staring at my fanny for quite a bit of time, eh?"

"Y-yes. Yes, I was."

To hear that admission turned Eva on immensely. It was nice to be the object of desire to a stranger, a handsome young one at that. Eva began stroking her pussy from the outside of her thong, confident in the knowledge that Harry really had his back turned and could not see her. Of course, he was enjoying every second of it. "Mmm, you are naughty one, Harry Potter, but just like every boy your age, I suppose you can't help it, those hormones are raging right now... aren't they, love?"

"Mmm, yeah, I guess so."

"So, tell me, what did I do next then, love."

"You took off your knickers and spread your legs."

Eva proceeded to do just that. "Then, what, love?"

"You ran your knickers slowly around and over your… your fanny."

Eva very deftly and seductively, rubbed the string and cloth of the thong into her pussy lips and up to her hooded clit and began to sigh. "Mmm, and then what did I do, Harry?"

"You, you pushed the knickers up inside you a bit, then slowly pulled them out."

Eva shot him a look, like, you are a naughty little perv, Harry Potter, but then smiled wickedly, and slowly shoved the tiny patch of cloth up inside her vagina, running a finger, then two up inside them back and forth, gasping more loudly than she wanted, but enjoying the shudder she saw from Harry as she did it. Then, slowly, she pulled the knickers out of her pussy, not really wanting to admit how truly soaked they were. She twirled them around on her finger with the string that went up between her butt cheeks.

"Hmm very interesting, Harry, did I do anything more?"

"You rubbed your wet knickers around your very hard nipples, making them slick with your wetness, then pulled on your nipples to make them harder, longer, more sensitive."

Eva smiled, if he only knew how much she loved having her breasts fondled and her nipples sucked and pulled. She did exactly as he subscribed, knowing that he knew she was doing exactly what he was saying, but thinking he was not able to see the actions happening. She moaned a bit and made sure to make noise so that he knew she was pulling hard on her nipples and stretching them, thinking she was adding to his imagination, still not knowing Harry was able to see every bit of what she was performing behind his back.

She stopped and looked up at him. She had kept an eye on him the whole time; he never turned his head, but she did notice that he was busy fiddling with the front of his trousers. She was hoping he was sporting quite the erection, just as a stroke to her own sexual ego.

She stopped, her nipples incredibly erect and long. She so wanted his mouth on them, sucking and biting them. It was with great restraint that she did not call him over to her to do so. Her breasts were heaving, and there was a noticeable pink flush across her upper chest. Harry could see she was visibly turned on.

A bit out of breath, she said, "And what did I do then?"

"Well, you walked over to me, kissed me on the neck, and gave me your knickers.'

She smiled and shook her head. "Nice try, Harry Potter.", and then she giggled like a schoolgirl.

Eva finally let Harry turn around, and Harry had found her in the robe fully cinched, covering most of herself annoyingly well, but he still had her bare feet to admire. She got the better show, with Harry almost fully hard, and his cock straining against his poor cotton pyjama pants. He used that fact to get some time to reverse his spell and return his eyes back to their rightful place, and restore his vision to normal, saying he would have to wait to turn around, because, you know. Eva understood the "you know", but still had very little left to her imagination when he did finally turn around. She felt some of her pussy juice drip down her leg and tried unsuccessfully to ignore it as it slowly rolled down her thigh and then the side of her calf.

She rinsed her pants and top with club soda, scrubbed lightly over the industrial sink, and then rinsed them out with tap water, and had Harry help her wring them out. She handed them to Harry to have him hold them as she made a show finishing off by cleaning her tiny thong knickers. Into the dryer the wet clothes went, and she got busy, her robe loosened at her chest, which she did not remedy, and Harry's own show improved. Now it was only waiting for the clothes to dry, them both alone in the quiet basement, with only themselves to while away the time. She had Harry help her up onto the table to sit while they waited. She knew what would happen, and purposefully allowed it to, feeling after what she got to see of him, and the purposefully cock teasing show she had put on behind his back, a little bit of a flash would not be so bad and no one else would know, little did she know the full show she had already given him.

Well, perhaps longer than just a flash. She widened her legs as she scooted back on the table to allow her legs to dangle over the edge and gave him a full view of her fanny. Harry spared all politeness and took advantage of the opportunity to view her pussy, fully spread, nicely shaved, and her lips full and pouty, her labia petals spread like a small butterfly. He casually leaned against a washer across from her, and spoke to her, and she just returned his conversation; her eyes in contact with his, when they were not fully on her pussy, and then after a minute or so, she crossed her legs, only giving him small peeks after that, then scooted back to the wall, so her legs were fully on the table and could be closed, and patted the spot next to her, inviting Harry to join her there. Always leave them wanting more, her mother had sagely advised her. She was secretly quite thrilled with her little exhibitionism; it was the naughtiest she had ever been outside her marriage, and her pussy was embarrassingly wet right now. She would power through it though and be a good girl.

For some reason, despite his cheeky nature, she felt very safe with this young man, sitting next to her, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder. But she knew that could be dangerous too, and knew she had to mind her p's and q's around him, lest she be tempted into something she would regret. And he made it tempting too, what with his charm and that massive penis in his very thin, very accessible pyjama pants. She also sensed something dark inside this otherwise polite and gentle young man, a potential that scared her a bit, and that made him even more fascinating. Every girl liked a bit of a bad boy, especially if they had manners.

Despite her severe nature, Petunia had certainly raised him right in that department. She certainly had to wonder though, what it must be like for her, this summer alone with this young man, all day long, her son and friends no longer underfoot. It would certainly cause herself to think of mischief, especially if her husband was Vernon Dudley. She abhorred him deeply, and thought him a pompous ass, and had seen the hidden abusive streak in him against young Harry firsthand, several years ago by accident, when she came to collect Clive one day from their house. She had detested the man ever since.

They talked, and once she found a subject he was passionate about, music, Harry finally loosened up and talked with her, making things seem more like a conversation, and less like an interrogation. She allowed for silence as well, and tried not to make it awkward, but found herself leaning on his shoulder, and finding that he did not stiffen, nor seem to mind it, leaned in closer. She had missed this. With Clive. They used to be more this way, close, and comfortable with each other. They could cuddle on the couch together and watch telly, and just talk about small things that were meaningful to one another. Lately, not so much. He seemed busier, and quieter since his brother was now gone. She tried not to think about it, but in ways Harry reminded her of her Owen, bless them both. Damn the war. Damn him for wanting to go. Water came to her eyes, and she tried to blink it back. It was still surprising how these streaks of sadness would hit her. She took Harry's hand for comfort, and Harry, bless his heart, held it as tightly as she did his, and said nothing.