It had been one week since Harry had come back to Privet Drive. Harry tossed the ball in the air catching it while he lay atop his bed. He tried reading the paperback he had bought in Little Whinging, but there was too much on his mind. It was much too quiet at 4 Privet Drive now. With Dudley gone, there was very little noise the house... no loud music blaring, no group of young thug wannabes creating havoc and beating on each other and knocking things about. Even though his Aunt had not said it, he knew that Petunia and Vernon felt it best not to have Harry around Dudley, that it might cause a relapse, a reminder about the Dementor attack. Or worse, another Dementor attack could occur.

Vernon was continuing to leave for work early and come home late due to his new job as Acquisitions Project Manager. No cousin and crew to torment him, and Uncle too tired to really spend time abusing and belittling him, left Harry only with long days of chores, staring at his fit Aunt in her sexy clothes, and staying in his room. No distractions except those in his own head. It wasn't all bad, his custody was much more relaxed, and Hedwig was allowed to come and go, but lately she was gone for days, and did not often come home with any news from Hermione or Ron, or Dumbledore. Oddly, it was his Aunt Petunia who was helping him keep it together. In her own, repressed, odd way, she was actually being nice to him and treating him more like an adult. It was a rollercoaster though, some days she was much less nice than on others. She seemed to expect things from him that he had no clue what it was.

At almost sixteen, he is bored and going crazy. He was an adrenaline junkie now on the methadone of suburban boredom. This past year he had created an army, he was tortured, flew a thestral to London, was involved in a life or death battle with Death-Eaters, and watched his beloved godfather, his only escape from this suburban hellhole die before he could really get to know him. Out in the world, Voldemort was raining hell on wizards, witches and muggles alike, and he could do nothing about it but hide out at the Dursleys. He felt helpless and wholly depressed. He does what he can to feel anything but giving up and dying. Sometimes a bit of pot helped, sometimes it made it worse.

He touches himself and thinks about Cho and Hermione, and even Moaning Myrtle, who he found out could incorporate enough to give an excellent blow job when she wanted. Of course, when he came, the ejaculate just shot out of her head, and he ended up with a very messy bathroom stall to exit. He decided to focus on Hermione, on the curve of her breasts, the sway of her hips. How he could keep her mouth busy. He kept an eye on his bedroom door as he tossed off. His Aunt Petunia was somewhere in the house and let him alone for an hour after running him ragged all morning with chores and cleaning for some event she was holding next week. She could come knocking at his door at any moment.

A shrill voice resounded, and Harry knew he should not have even thought of her name.

"Harry! Harry Potter come here at once, come to the sewing room! "

Harry huffed in anger and frustration, because he did not even get a chance to finish off. He tucked his long member back into his boxers and quickly buttoned his jeans and scrambled to the sewing room. He could only hope his hardness would go away very soon. With the mood she was in this morning, one wilting glare from his Aunt should do it. He hurried along to the end of the hall.

She was short with him all morning. She was parading the house in some shorts and a halter top, and he tried hard to avoid her as he kept getting hard just watching her. He was embarrassed that she would see him in such a state and be mortified. She seemed to soften at lunch. She gave him a second slice of pie for lunch and even touched his shoulder gently as she did it. He wanted to keep her in a good mood for as long as he could.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" it was better to go in meek and mild, to keep her wrath at bay. He knocked on the door jamb as he did so. She had her head down, sitting on the daybed, with a needle in her hand. He noticed she had changed to a thinly strapped bright yellow sun dress. The one that had the open front that revealed much of her freckled upper chest. It was also shorter than other skirts she wore, especially when she wore heels. It really showed off her long slender legs. Okay, maybe it was weird that Harry observed so much of his Auntie, but at sixteen, his hormones were off the charts, and anything female made his head turn. He had to face it, even though it was creepy, his Aunt in her sometimes-severe way, was ever as bit as pretty as the photos he had of his mum.

Petunia looked up. She leaned over a bit, the clothing on her lap held by her knees. She sat on the day bed, and from Harry's ever taller stance, he had a great view downward, into the blousy opening of her dress that revealed her cleavage. She did not wear a bra, and her ample breasts were brown and freckled. He felt a stirring; an "Engorgio" happening of its own accord. He tried to relax and not think about sex. But all he thought about was more sex. He moved his eyes back down to the floor as she looked up, so that she did not catch him staring at her prominent cleavage and flaunting breasts.

Petunia held up a pair of large dungarees. "Take your pants off and put these on. I must see how much I need to take up the waist. Since your growth spurt, your clothes are just falling off you. My god, don't they feed you at that school?"

"No! I mean, yes the feed us very well at Hogwarts, but no, I really don't want to take my pants off in front of you."

"Nonsense!", Petunia paused and then squinted one eye. "You are wearing underwear, aren't you? You had better not be going around like some free-spirited pervert without underwear! "

"No ma'am, I do have boxer shorts on."

"Then drop your pants nephew, don't get shy on me now, I changed your nappies since you were a babe, and cleaned your bottom for heaven's sakes! Drop your pants now young man, or I will tell your Uncle that you pushed me and called me a filthy name! "Harry was taken aback. This was more like the old Aunt Petunia he knew so well. He wondered what had set her on edge, she seemed a bit nervous. Perhaps she was out of her little blue pills.

Harry remember the last rough cuff across the face from his Uncle's meaty hand, and grimaced. Better to face the Devilina you know than the Satan who comes home for blood. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor, it was easy, as they barely stayed agrip at his hips. He stepped out of them and as he picked them up to fold them over the chair nearby, he heard a gasp from his Aunt.

He stood, nervous. He did not want to look down, but he could feel his cock full and turgid running along the leg of his boxer shorts. These were the only hand me downs from his cousin that he filled out nicely. He finally got the nerve to look at his Aunt. Her mouth was agape, and there was a flush of red across her upper chest and her prominent cheekbones. She was definitely staring at his crotch. She had checked out, unaware that she was in full stare mode, unashamedly viewing and enjoying the view of her nephew's well endowed, well outlined member in his boxer shorts. The lust on her face was evident, and though it made Harry slightly uncomfortable, it made him even more horny. Horny won out and he could feel his member thicken even more at the lustful attention it was receiving.

The enlargement of her nephew's penis seemed to finally snap Petunia out of her daydream stare, and she looked up at Harry. Her face had softened more than he had ever seen it, ever felt it. It brought some water to his eyes and he did not know why.

"You, ahem, have certainly grown into quite a strapping young man, Harry Potter." Petunia held onto something in her hands, and it was like she was wrestling with a decision. She seemed to have made her resolve and looked up at him again. She held out a pair of black boxer shorts.
" I was going to order you, but I will just ask. Will you- will you please put these on? I have noticed during laundry that yours are very worn. I, I got you some new ones. Please, try these on right here. Here. now. Please try them on here if you would."

It was a plead, and Harry knew it. His Aunt was desperate to see what his cock looked like. This turned him on, and at the same time a devilish thought came to him that he could milk this for more if he wanted. He let the thought take form. "Okay Auntie. Thank you for, for these... " as he took the boxer briefs.

He pulled his boxers down. He did it slowly and watched his Aunt as she sat on the edge of the bed in horny anticipation. He looked at her breasts, her nipples were now hard and poking out of the thin sundress material. He stopped before he exposed much more than the base of his cock. Petunia looked at him questioningly.

"You first. I- I want to see those beautiful tits of yours Auntie. Show me your tits and I will let you see and touch my cock."

Petunia could have turned in a huff, and stormed out, but she held to her spot. A secret thrill ran through her that her nephew was attracted to her body and finally said so. She was incredibly horny. It had been months since her husband had touched her, and she was so wet right now that she felt that she could swoon or have an orgasm if she was even touched. She did not hesitate and undid a couple of buttons at the back of her dress, thrusting her breasts out, hoping that that it would titillate Harry even further. It seemed to, his cock seemed bigger than before, if possible. She dropped the straps on her dress to her shoulders, then slowly pulled each one down, until her large still firm 38-year-old tits were fully exposed to Harry.

She swayed them and ran her fingers along one nipple pinching it as she licked her lips. She stopped suddenly and looked at Harry. " Finish it. "

Harry continued to slowly pull off his boxer shorts. His full balls were exposed, and he continued down, until the shorts reached his knees and then he dropped them and stepped out of them. Petunia gasped again, and unconsciously she began caress her nipples as she took in the full, thick, long measure that was her nephew's cock.

She whispered, "Magnificent! "

Harry's almost twelve-inch cock was fully erect and throbbing. His balls were large and full like two small plums in his smooth ball sack. He shaved his balls regularly. He had found out that Cho like it that way and kept it up after they were no longer together.

He gripped his rod and stroked it in front of his aunt. He took off his T shirt, revealing his abs were cut and formed into a well-defined six pack. Quidditch practice had paid off for him.

Harry walked closer to his Aunt, looking at her heaving breasts. She noticed him looking.

"Do you like my tits Harry? Or should they be bigger for you?"

She held both melons with her hands underneath them and said, "Engorgio! "

Her nipples grew long in front of Harry; Harry's eyes widened.

"Wait! Come closer!" Petunia commanded. Harry was within inches of his aunt. She grabbed his ass, and before he could do anything, her forefinger was up his anus. He flinched. She held her breast with her other hand and said "Engorgio!" and her breast grew to size 42 E cup. She switched hands and this time grabbed him by the balls and announced "Engorgio!" and her other breast grew to the same size!

Harry pointed a finger at his Auntie's newly endowed breasts and stuttered, " You-you- you're a witch!"

"Half- witch. Not good enough for Hogwarts, one cruel professor said I was just a Squib Savant, but I can do a bit of natural magic. I found out that I can do more if I can touch you. You somehow power my magic. I don't understand it, but it has been that way since you were a babe. So, do you like my tits more now?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I thought you had a great body before Auntie."

"Really? well, I will take that as a compliment. I wonder now if I am a muse for some of those nasty tissues coming from your room." Harry nodded. This seemed to please Petunia.
"Now, you promised me that I could touch your cock, will you hold true to that?"

"Yes, please touch my cock. however, you want."

Petunia knew when she had a moment to tease and began running her well-manicured and smoothly painted fingernails along the length of the underside of Harry's enormous cock. She brought her mouth closer, closer to his well-cut mushroom head. She stroked the underside with her thumb as she gripped it in her hand. " I bet you would love for me to suck this fucking huge cock of yours, wouldn't you, nephew?"

"Uhm, yes, well, yes I would. I would love to see you suck my cock Petunia."

"Well, perhaps, but I think I have another chore for you nephew."

"Yes, Auntie?"
" Get on your knees. Face me." Petunia inched back her skirt. She rolled onto her lower back and lifted her legs. "Take off my panties. I want to show you my pussy."

Harry eagerly complied; this was one chore that he did not mind doing for his Aunt. He pulled off his Auntie's tiny brief yellow latex panties. He did not know that such a severe woman could have such a kink. He stopped to stare and drink the view in. Not only because he was curious and had wondered lately what his Aunt's pussy would look like, but because this was only the fourth pussy he had ever seen, and much different looking than Cho's, or Hermione's or even Sybil's. He noticed the full pouty dangling inner labia of Petunia's cunt. He had only seen tightly creased pussy lips before, and on the one occasion, how the tight lips looked after hours of having his big cock inside them. He knew that women who had given birth had different looking twats, so he marveled at the difference. Dudley's huge baby head must have done a number on her. Yet the soft pink wrinkled folds of flesh turned him on greatly. She was already wet; he could see how the pink petals glistened in the sunlight shining through the window behind his Aunt. Petunia spread her legs, resting her still sandaled feet on either side of the day bed she lay on. With her long fingers, she pulled apart and stretched her fully meaty lips and showed Harry the entrance to her love hole. Two fingers disappeared inside it, and came out wet. Petunia ran her fingers around her lips, and then sucked on them.

"Do you like the look of my pussy, nephew?"

Her skin was smooth and porcelain around her pussy, it glowed white in the sunlight due to the defined tan on her thighs and stomach. She was well shaved except for a small pubic patch at the top of her vulva. Harry gulped. It was a lightning bolt. He nodded excitedly the affirmative to her question.

"So, you do like that? I was inspired the other day as I took my bath..." Petunia sat up and ran her long index finger with the well- manicured fingernail painted light yellow over her pubic patch, along the zig-zag of the bolt. Her finger disappeared into her slit, and rubbed there, teasing Harry.

"But what about Uncle Vernon, I don't think he would have like that much..."

"Your Uncle Vernon has not seen me naked in months, much less been near my pussy... come closer, let me show you my pussy some more..." Petunia spread her legs and leaned back on the bed. Her fingers spread her pouty lips, showing the wet and glistening opening to her cunt, she pulled back on the top of her puss to show off her pink and swollen clitoris. "Do you like that Harry? I think so, your cock seems to agree. My god, how much bigger will it get?" "Now is time for your chore Harry."

"Yes Auntie?"

"Come eat my pussy. I want you to kiss, and lick, and suck my cunt nephew. Now!"

Harry complied, on his knees he moved over to the bed and began to kiss and suck and lick his way from his Aunt's knees to her inner thighs. He roughly pulled her onto her back and spread her legs and she seem to enjoy that as she let out an audible moan. Harry made it to Petunia's pussy and began sucking and licking his Aunt's wet and wanton cunt. Petunia was very loud and verbal in her moans and her directions, urging Harry on to eat her pussy, to suck her cunt, to lick her pussy juice, to do pretty much all the things he was carrying on.

Hermione had taught him several tricks, so had Professor Trelawney, so he did great service for his Aunt. She came once, then after some coaxing from his fingers in her cunt and his tongue swirling around Petunia's very needy clit, she came hard and loudly, since there was no one around to hear but them. She pushed Harry, still sucking and licking her cunt away and curled up into a ball and quivered in heavy orgasm. Harry pulled back and watched, his cock incredibly hard and wanting to play inside his aunt.

Petunia recovered from her orgasm, wild-eyed and panting. She fell to her knees in front of Harry and gripped his hard member and licked it like a lollipop. She looked up into his face for a sign of approval and Harry nodded. Petunia began sucking his cock with full abandon and pent-up lust . She sucked his member expertly, running her teeth along his underside, sucking and biting gently his balls, her finger went back into his asshole as she swallowed the length of his cock down her throat and brought her lips to his stomach to touch. She held up her hands in surrender and Harry knew to take over. He now fucked her mouth savagely, controlling how long his cock was down her throat, make her gag has he forced his cock to go where he wanted it to and how hard he wanted it to feel. He slapped his large cock, now a seeming fourteen inches long at full erection across his Aunt's face. He grabbed the back of her head and continued to fuck her mouth until he could feel a strong pull and welling in his balls. He felt the bulge of cum erupt from the base of his cock through all twelve inches of shaft and into the waiting mouth of his aunt. He came hard and long, and Petunia choked with the continual eruption of jism. It dripped out of the corner of her mouth, and Harry pulled out and let the rest of it spurt down her slim and long neck and onto her large breasts.

Petunia swallowed with a large gulp and then gasped for air. Petunia smacked her lips and licked them, relishing the taste of his sweet tangy cum. One fantasy had come true. She wiped the cum from the corners of her mouth and went back to giving attention to Harry's mighty meat-sword. She licked the cum off the shaft and sucked it from its dripping head. He was still quite hard. Petunia got up and finished unbuttoning her dress and let it fall to the ground. She swayed her hips and grabbed Harry by his long, hard cock.

She sucked him once more, then grabbed both hands around his cock and whispered, "Engorgio flagrante!"

Harry's cock swelled, and grew to a great 16 inches long, with the girth of a paper roll tube. His balls swelled to the size of small apples. It was a bit painful and he grimaced in surprise.

Petunia, kneeled on the bed, her ass swaying seductively in front of Harry. "Fuck me Harry, fuck me like the slut I am!"

Harry gripped his Aunt's ass roughly on their well-rounded sides and plunged his magically huge member deep into his screaming Aunt. He was rough and savage, and piston-fucked her like a madman, letting a lot of his welled-up aggression and hate come through as he fucked his Aunt with no remorse, no regret, and as if she were his slave, his property to do with as he wished. Petunia endured and enjoyed it. She felt the anger, but she was caught up in his lust and her own and wanted to feel something, anything after so long.

Harry came again, and his aunt came twice and then Harry took his hand roughly into his Aunt's gaping cunt and made her hold his cock. "Say it. Say it damnit!"

"Engorgio", she sighed as she gripped his cock, his hand deep into her hot box. Harry's cock swelled to the size she envisioned again, now as wide around as his wrist, and eighteen inches long. Petunia knew where this was going and braced for it. Well, she tried to relax for it, as Harry took his fantastic meat rod and began to shove it with impunity up the asshole of his Aunt. She screamed and continued to scream into two more orgasms as her nephew sodomized her for over an hour. He finally came, and his two orange sized balls filled her ass with cum and he continued to pump it over her body and face until there was no part of her not drenched by the bukake blowout of Harry's magically enhanced cock and balls.

Dinner that night was pizza takeaway. Petunia hummed as Harry set the table. She had prepared a fresh salad, so Vernon was not so miffed at the lack of culinary effort his housewife had failed to properly display that night. She was dressed impeccably in a light cotton blouse and slacks. Her hair was done up in a bun after having to shower for a half hour to remove every trace of her nephew from off her outer body. She wore a panty liner as she still wanted to feel the cum drip slowly from her aching asshole.

"So why the takeaway?" Vernon asked gruffly. Harry said nothing but ate quietly as expected and looked down only at his plate, unless addressed by his uncle.

"I was busy sewing, and time got away from me. "

"Sewing what? "

"I was altering old clothes for that worthless nephew of ours."

"You mean worthless nephew of YOURS. He is blood on your side, not mine!' He said as he shook a forkful of sausage pizza at Harry. Harry flinched, but said nothing.

"Okay. MY nephew. It took all day... I want the clothes to at least stay up, not make him look like one those thugs from America."

"Do you appreciate that boy, do you? Your Aunt spent her day to make sure you are adequately dressed!" Vernon practically screamed it.

Harry looked up. " Yes sir. I do. I do appreciate my Aunt and all she does for me. What both of you do for me." He said the last bit more quietly as he dropped his eyes and only looked down at his plate. "Thank you."

Vernon was taken aback. He expected some kind of surly smart aleck comment. He flustered and blustered, " Yeah? well you damned well ought to appreciate it... " He growled some more and went back to eating his food like a barbarian in from a pillage.

"Harry, not tomorrow- I am tired- but Friday, we will do some more alterations. Bright and early after your morning chores."

Harry looked up; his eyes bright as they contacted his Aunt's. "Yes ma'am. thank you." he saw a slight naughty smile come to his Aunt's pursed lips.