Morning came much too soon for both Petunia and Harry. Harry was alone in his room. Early that morning, after he and Petunia were done shagging in the kitchen and atop the dining table, Harry drug himself back to his room. Hedwig was awake and demanded to be let out, screeching impatiently as soon as he came back to his room. It was as if she disapproved of his night time shenanigans and did not want to keep his sordid company. That was Harry's thoughts anyway; he was feeling slightly guilty as he crawled into bed. Two hours later the rap at the door was his Uncle, telling him to get up and get the newspaper, and to get the coffee going. Since he and Petunia were fighting, Harry knew Vernon would not dare knock on Dudley's door and ask when breakfast would be served...he would rely on Harry to fry his bacon and eggs, and to butter his toast and to make sure there were at least two jams on the table. Vernon would take his shower and groom, and would come down ready to leave for the railway station as soon as his second cup of coffee was done.
Harry yawned and stretched. Merlin's beard 4:30 a.m. was a gods forsaken time in the morning! Scratch morning, this was still night. It almost was not worth the staying up to shag his aunt. He stretched his arms over his head and smiled. Scratch that-it certainly was worth it. He had gotten more…trim? Is that the word he had heard in the Quidditch locker room? Yes he was pretty sure, yeah, trim. Anyway he had had more real sex in the last few days than he had all of all last year. Lots of oral, but he only got to fuck Cho once and Professor Trelawney once and Hermione was saving herself. Hogwarts women seemed to prefer head.
He pulled on a baggy t-shirt, his favorite muggle band, The Stranglers. Harry slapped his large bare feet on the bare wood steps of the stairwell in a zombie like fashion, as he plodded his way down the hall, past his former bedroom, the cupboard closet, and back to the swinging door to the kitchen. He was surprised to see Petunia at the stove, already frying eggs. She was still in her baby doll nightie as much as he could see under the thin blue house-coat. Her high heels were gone, replaced with fur strapped open flat soled sandals.
"Oh, Good morning Aunt Petunia, I-I expected you to still be sleeping. How are you?"
"Well, if you must know, my cunt is sensitive, and still dripping your cum into my knickers, so very well, thank you."
Harry could not tell from her matter of fact tone whether she was genuinely miffed, or having a piss at his expense. He decided to leave it alone with an, "Oh."
He pulled out the breakfast plates and coffee mugs and automatically went to set the table. He viewed the table. Petunia had not wiped it after their orgy for two on it earlier. It was quite the mess of smears and stains even a couple of small puddles. He quickly placed the breakfast ware on the adjacent counter, and went back to the sink cabinet for cleaner and paper wipes.
He quickly scrubbed the table top to a shine. He thought he heard his aunt snigger. He set the table placing the silverware as had been thoroughly ingrained into him, and once in awhile beaten into him. He always took a second and third sweep over the table to make sure it was set properly. Aunt Petunia inspected his work. She placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "You set four places. Remember, Duddikins is not here."
That was all she said. No terse annoyed tone, no denigrating names. Harry mumbled his apologies and removed the setting where Dudley normally sat.
Harry looked down and saw a cigarette butt resting near a table leg; he quickly picked it from the floor and pocketed it. He thought to himself, either Petunia was very preoccupied or she was just daring to be caught. He hoped not the latter; Vernon was big enough, strong enough, and temperamental enough to do extensive damage to both of them. There were other ways to get revenge with less risk for bodily harm.
"Come get your breakfast. You will have to attend; I want to eat my breakfast with Vernon." Petunia seemed to be in an all business mood, so Harry complied. He almost inhaled his eggs and bacon and quickly gulped his hot coffee and used the toast to dab his burned tongue. He wiped up his mouth with the back of his hand and used his napkin to wipe the crumbs on the table into his plate. He poured a cup of coffee and placed the cream and two sugars that Petunia preferred. He did not stir, she preferred to do that. He then obediently brought the steaming cup to Petunia who had sat down at her usual place for breakfast.
She gently grabbed his hand as he placed the cup before her.
"After you do the breakfast dishes, we will work on your clothes. We need to have proof of my efforts that we said we accomplished two days ago." She let go of his hand. Harry could see the wheels spinning in her head.
Harry nodded and returned to the kitchen. It was time to start Vernon's breakfast; He could hear him plodding upstairs in their bedroom. Harry had this down to a well learned science, He was placing the hot eggs and bacon on their plates, the toast had just popped up when Vernon plunked heavily down the stairs and appeared tentative through the door. Petunia was smiling at the table, and a look of tentative relief washed over his face. He scowled at Harry and headed for the table. "Where is my paper? He bellowed back at Harry.
"Right here, dear. " Petunia said softly as she handed the morning newspaper neatly folded to Vernon.
Harry was cautiously behind Vernon, holding the hot breakfast plates , as Vernon pulled out his chair, already gazing at the front page headlines. Harry looked down and spied something that horrified him. Smack dab in the middle of the seat was a significant glob of his spooge. He watched as Vernon plopped his overly large lard ass into the seat. He waited for a reaction. He waited longer. Perhaps it would take some time for it to get to his skin. He waited a bit longer, placing the plates before the Dursleys. No reaction came. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and giggled inside.
"What are you gawking at boy?" Vernon sneered. "Go make some more fresh toast." Vernon loved his toast and jam; Harry would take the bet if offered that his uncle could easily put away a full loaf of toast and jam in one sitting if he were so inclined. Harry took his command as his out to move back into the kitchen. It was taking all Harry could muster to keep from laughing out loud. He bit his knuckle with his back turned to his aunt and uncle to try to keep from laughing but all it did was make him choke and sputter and cough out loud. He quickly filled bread into the four slice toaster. He could feel the laughter getting away from him, so he excused himself to the bathroom. With the water running in the sink and him laughing hysterically into a towel, He was able to regain his composure. He flushed the toilet for effect, washed his hands, practiced a humble expression in the sink mirror, and returned to the kitchen just as the toast popped up. He over-buttered the toast, cut it into triangles and placed them carefully on a plate and set them between his aunt and uncle.
Petunia and Vernon faced each other at the table, but there was no real conversation going on. Petunia nibbled on a piece of toast while Vernon buried his head into the newspaper, occasionally reciting or commenting on some piece of news he found interesting. Petunia would reply with an "Oh My!" or "Is that right?", or "How interesting!" or "How odd!". In the fifteen years and ten months that Harry had witnessed these two interact at breakfast, this is how it was. He never knew what Petunia's take on news, politics, or religion, and until recently, sex. She was merely a punctuation or an echo of Vernon.
Today he looked across at her and saw that is was merely an act. The look in her eyes was one of determination and defiance, yet her mouth continued to echo the platitudes that Vernon so desperately wanted to hear, especially the morning after a row. Harry sensed a danger in Petunia. One that made the scar on his forehead throb just a tinge.
Harry was already done with the dishes and waiting. Not just waiting for Vernon to finish his coffee, but for him to get up, and to put on his suit coat. It was finally time for Vernon to leave, and he rose from his chair. The Spooge stain was significant and still slightly "spoogy", not just a big wet mark on his incredibly large ass. Harry sniggered and actually had to fake like he had to find some cleaner under the sink as Vernon walked by, to keep from laughing in his face. Petunia did not notice it, or she might have made Vernon change. Just a tiny bit of karma working its way round, Harry thought, a big grin on his face.
Dishes finished, Harry met Petunia in the sewing room. He tried on the denim trousers, and Petunia realized how large her Dudley had become in the last two years. She would have to rip the whole center back seam and take in five inches of waist to get the pants to stay up. She knew it was insanity to try. They would have to go with a new plan. She would have to go slumming. She would take her nephew to a second hand store and buy him similar clothes in his size. Reading was her choice again. There were many charity thrift stores in the area around Reading.
"Change of plans, Harry, we are going to Reading to find you some clothes. We will have to get a few used to satisfy our lies to your Uncle."
Harry nodded. He had enough in his wallet to buy all the new clothes he needed, but he kept up the facade of the Dursleys "providing" for him. He did not care about this much at all, he was just hoping that he and Petunia would have a chance to have more sex. She did not disappoint him.
" Harry, we have a few hours before we will take the rail to Reading. I think that you and I should take a nap. I am certainly tired right now, how about you?"
"Yes, I am a bit tired, I guess."
"Well, come to my bedroom in a few minutes, why don't you change into something you like to sleep in."
A few minutes, Harry did not know how long to wait. Even a minute seemed like a long time. He decided he would only wear a pair of boxers, And he undressed, and then he decided he needed to brush his teeth. He found the bathroom open and quickly brushed his teeth, and checked his tousled hair."Properly messy," He said. He took decided he had waited long enough and approached the Dursleys bedroom. He could smell Petunia's favorite perfume in the air. He walked in. She only wore a pair of light blue lace boy cut panties. The lace was a wide floral pattern with plenty of see through mesh. She was sitting on the bed, and caressing her nipples. "Hello Harry. come to bed." She patted to a place besides her. She had her hair down, and some blue eye shadow that somehow made her blue eyes more blue. Petunia pursed her lips creamed with a light frosted baby blue lipstick.
Harry looked at her, and his cock began to throb. "I prefer to sleep nude, Auntie."
"Please, Harry, I know that I am fucking my nephew already. Call me Petunia when we are alone."
"Okay, Petunia, I would prefer to sleep nude."
"And I would prefer you to sleep that way as well, come here then, so that we can remedy that."
Harry walked over to his Aunt, and stood before her. She placed her hands on his chest, and begin to run her fingertips down his abdomen, and then to the waistband of his boxers, then down, to his growing member. She rubbed it through the fabric, while her other hand slid into the baggy opening of the leg and found its way to his balls. She cupped them, caressed them, pulling on them slightly. Harry moaned slightly in approval. Petunia pulled her hand out and used both to grab the waistband and pull the boxers down, past Harry's now erect member, past his two still very full looking balls, and down to his calves. The shorts dropped to Harry's ankles and he stepped out of them.
"God, I can't believe the size of your beautiful cock, neph- Harry." Petunia ran her forefinger around the large mushroom head, and down the long thick shaft of Harry's rod. "Would you mind? I love sucking your cock... I have not had a cigarette today" She joked.
"I love your oral fixation Petunia, yes. Suck my cock." Petunia looked up into the eyes of her nephew, and slid off the bed onto her knees. She licked the head of his cock slowly, and ran her tongue down his shaft. "Do you like me on my knees, Harry? On my knees, sucking your big fucking horse cock?"
"Yes I do.", Harry was feeling a bit mean. When he and Petunia got together, the was a selfishness that took over and enveloped them. Harry thought about this when they were apart from each other, but when they were together, it seemed like tell everyone else to toss off was their state of mind. He felt his scar burn as he grabbed the back of Petunia's head roughly. " I want you on your knees, and your mouth full of my dick."
He pushed his aunt's face closer to his cock and Petunia smiled a wicked grin and opened her mouth as Harry pushed his hardness into her mouth, pulling the back of her head forward to take more of his length to the back of her throat. She gagged, and he push further until he could feel his shaft go down her throat. Petunia grabbed his muscular cheeks and Harry could feel her digging her nails into his ass. He smiled. He pulled her head all the way to his stomach. Petunia relaxed and took his entire length into her mouth and throat. Harry pulled out, Petunia's saliva dripped from his rod. She gripped his shaft and took over. She began bobbing , biting, sucking, and licking Harry's very hard rod.
Harry grabbed his Aunt by the chin and held it firmly. She smiled knowingly as his assertion. "You are such a hot little cocksucker Petunia! I want to see how big you a cock you can swallow."
"So a bit of magic, hmm, I guess I could take that challenge." Petunia thought hard. Something felt instinctual. Again, she pushed a forefinger into Harry's anus. She held his cock and concentrated on it, and a phrase popped into her head. "Engorgio pythonis!"
Harry prick transformed. It was still a penis, but it took on the characteristics of a large snake. It grew to over three feet long, his mushroom head elongated to look more like the head of a large snake. The girth grew to as thick as a paper roll tube. His cock and ball sac skin color turned to a deep black. Though the skin of cock was still felt like his flesh, it took on the look of a scale like pattern.
The oddest thing that happened next was that his cock writhed. It twitched and moved on its own! It flipped and articulated like a real snake. It's behavior was that of a snake; his cock coiled and arched, and darted and slithered, pulling his torso with it. Harry was astounded. His cock was truly like a big snake, but still attached to his body. He mentally fought for control, and seemed to triumph, The cock stopped twisting, and slithered along his leg.
He walked until he was very close to his Aunt. The cock reared up like a cobra about to strike Petunia. Petunia reflexively flinched and leaned back on the bed, her hands flat on the bed at her hips. She was mesmerized, but this was not what she had expected. Instinctively, Harry command it verbally in parseltongue, " To Petunia. " His cock arched, and slithered up her chest, wrapping around her breasts and squeezing them with its articulated muscles, just like a snake . The head nuzzled around her hardening nipple, bumping it, flicking the pokey with the tip of its head. Harry watched, realizing his thoughts were controlling his snake cock, even if they were not overt. However he did not expect the next thing. A forked tongue flicked out of his urethra and licked continually over the surface of Petunia's erect nipple. She moaned in appreciation to the pulsing squeezes of the muscles in the cock snake and the flicking of the tongue over her nip. Harry realized he had his hands free, and busied them in caressing his Aunt, moving to her spread legs. He began to run his fingers slowly around her pussy, and found her wet crease. He thrust three fingers insider the warm wet velvet of her cunt and began masturbating her. She moaned in approval at the touch of both his hands and snake like cock.
Harry hissed in parseltongue, "To her mouth." He felt his cock slowly slither up her chest, and wrap around the back of Petunia's slender neck, come back around and up along her jaw. It raised couple of feet in front of her face. It crashed across her face in a whipping motion of its head and struck her across the mouth, Petunia screamed, and then moaned as it struck her again. The head rubbed its tip across her mouth and around her face, Gently rubbing along her closed eyes and nose, flicking its tongue lightly across her face as it went. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue out. She felt the head of his cock enter her mouth. She tongued the cock, it felt like Harry's cock, not like she was licking the head of a snake. This comforted her, but at the same time, a tiny bit disappointed. She began licking and sucking his animated cock as it thrashed mildly in her mouth in pleasure. Harry moaned his pleasure as well. The dick pushed more of itself into Petunia's mouth, Petunia continued to bob up and down on the transformed member, as it moved and reached the back of throat. She could feel it slither and constrict around her neck as more moved itself inside he mouth. Harry straddled her, and brought her legs up so that he could access her cunt better. It also gave more movement to his cock. Quickly it was at the back of her throat, Petunia took a deep breath through her pointed nose and tried to relax as it shoved itself down her throat. Petunia felt her esophagus expand like she was swallowing a huge piece of meat. Well I am, thought Petunia, she bobbed and pushed more of Harry's reptilian rod down her throat. Harry watched his Aunt's throat bulge and his snake gave one more push further down. He had it retract back and forth, fucking her throat. Harry could feel the wetness of Petunia's mouth and throat all along his snake like shaft. He continued to work in gently rubbing motion on Petunia's now very swollen and pink clit. Harry, with a black gleam in his eye slowed his monster, and then willed it to push further down into Petunias throat, then he saw his Aunt beginning to panic. His snake cock did not move, just flexed and tensed itself around Petunia's neck,choking the outside of her throat while slithering further inside it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her fingers gripped the bed sheets.
Harry in terse command in parseltongue " Retract Now!" His cock acquiesced and began to slowly back out of Petunia's throat. Harry backed up a couple of steps, and his cock came out of her mouth thrashing as if angry. It cuffed Petunia along her cheek, and knocked her to the bed. She rolled onto her stomach, hiding her face. The cock snake arched and struck her buttocks, repeatedly with the force of a hard spank. Her ass reddened and slight welts rose. She moaned, even though there was terror, there was also pleasure in the strikes. She could feel her sex dripping. She arched her ass and spread her legs, offering herself to Harry and his monster snake. She swayed her hips slowly. Harry made his way around the bed and to his Aunts dresser. He found her phallus and brought it back. Petunia looked up,
"I see you have been exploring my knickers and secrets on your own, Harry!" She chided him, but secretly it brought some excitement to her mind that her nephew was so enamored that he wanted to see her underwear drawer.
Harry's cock snake slither back over her, rubbing along her back and down her buttocks and around her legs. She could feel the cock nuzzle underneath her sex and stroke at her full labia, pushing up and in to rub along her clitoris and vulva. She felt the head reach her vaginal opening and push with force into her vagina. It darted in and out for awhile, pulling on the opening to her puss with it wide thick head. The cock raised her, she lowered her shoulders and straightened her legs to as upright as she could get her ass on her knees. It then pulled out of her disappointed cunt. The obsidian reptilian cock struck across her buttocks again repeated. She moaned, and quivered, and begged, "Take me, Take me please."
Harry looked at the bedside and saw a bottle of baby oil. He left Petunia and grabbed the bottle, and oiled the first half of his giant snake. It felt good, rubbing oil into his cock. He went back to his aunt, still waiting prone on all fours, and squirted the oil down from the top of the crack of her fine round behind.
He watched it drip around her pink rectum, puckered and pulsing with her sex in anticipation of what was to occur. He hissed again, in parseltongue his brows furrowed and a cruel grin set on his face, "Take her, take the bitch in her ass." The cock snake thrashed around, jerking Harry's torso this way and that, It dropped to the top of Petunia's fine ass. It stroked itself there, between her cheeks, rubbing along her sex and ass and it moved itself up and along her back and it stretched its length up and down her ass. It slowly retracted down her back and to her ass, its head risen to met the level of Petunia's pink puckered anus. The tongue darted out of the urethra once more, and flicked itself along Petunia's rectum. She could feel its wet flicks lashing at her asshole. She moaned in approval. It then rose, and reared itself back in a large arch, swaying it large head, readying itself for the strike. The tongue flicked on once more, then retracted. The head arched back further and it struck. It was fast and hard, and it had its head buried and stretching Petunia's anus in less than a second. She screamed out in sudden pain and pleasure. The snake slowly worked itself into her anal canal stretching her with its substantial girth as it went. It retracted, and the pushed further, retracted, and pushed further, and with each stroke Harry fully felt the fleshy tightness of Petunia's giving insides. She felt another invasion as Harry slowly pushed the dildo deep into her cunt. Ah, the boy did know that he did not give her twat enough attention. Harry continued to fuck her with the dildo as his cock continued to ram her up the bum. This went on for many minutes, Petunia moaned and squealed the whole time. The fine line between pain and pleasure had been breached and she thrived on the lust and sexual pleasure as she reeled on the feeling of Harry's monster snake sodomizing her while also having Harry ram a dildo in and out of her happy cunt. Electrical energy cracked between her loins and shock of orgasm ran straight through her. She felt her pussy juice squirt and wet her marriage bed as Harry pulled out the dildo. She cried out, "omigod, omigod omigod." Her body spasmed, and she felt the strength leave her arms and legs, and she collapsed on the bed, still feeling Harry's transformed prick pushing and pulling into her alimentary canal, moving further up it with each stroke. She could feel her belly bulge at is girth and length.
Harry felt his balls well, especially as Petunia was screaming out her orgasm. He arched and shoved as much of the length of his otherworldly cock that would go into his Aunt. She screamed out, and it drove him over the edge. A large pumping of cum rolled down his long shaft, He felt every moment and movement that led to the eruption, as his cock thrashed inside Petunia and expulsed a huge amount of semen up her ass. The snake retracted, still spasming, spraying semen all over Petunia. She flinched as she felt warm spurts hit her back, shoulders, hair, buttocks, and the bed. The cock snake pulled out and reared back, and then suddenly dropped with a weighty thud upon the bed, and between the spread cheeks of Petunia. The large head rested atop her lower back, still drooling sperm, a pool of it forming on her lower back and rolling over, dripping down the her sides. More cum was pulsing out from her stretched rectum which was trying to retract to its normal state. The cock snake spasmed one more time and lay, like a dead dragon slain. It began to transform back slowly. Soon, Harry's cock was back to its normal size and color. Harry panted shallow breaths, his energy spent; he leaned over the bed holding on for support. He was wiped. Harry crawled up onto the bed. He lay next to his Aunt, she too was trying to catch her breath. Her breathing began to return to normal as he moved closer to her, and ran his fingers along her shoulder. She lay on her side facing away from him. He turned onto his side facing her back, and sidled in, until he was spooning her. He put his arm around Petunia, and she clasped it, bringing it to her chest. They lay still, just listening to each other breathe until they fell asleep together.
Harry awoke and checked his penis to assure himself it was still just a penis. That was fecking mental he thought as remembered his and Petunia's most recent sexual encounter. He sighed; he was starting to have some reservations about Petunia's use of natural magic and body magic. Her power was strong, he had to give it that, and for some reason, much stronger when they were together. She was no half-witch, or "squib savant", Harry understood that. His Aunt was a full witch, but she could practice a much older, much different type of magic. He did not know why he instinctively knew that, but he felt his inner voice was correct about this. He thought about Dumbledore's Army, and all the training they did. An idea was forming for him. He pulled himself out of his thoughts and realized Petunia was no longer in bed with him. He checked the clock at the bedside. It was 9 a.m.
He found her in the bathroom, nude, towel drying her hair in front of the bathroom mirror. In keeping with his resolve to live each day like it was his last, he decided to chance Petunia's rebuke, and approached her from behind, and grasped her around her waist. Even seeing him in her mirror, Petunia was startled by his response. He kissed her on the shoulder, and then on the neck, his lips brushing her to her ear. He whispered, "Has anyone ever told you what a hot MILF you are Petunia?"
She smiled a naughty smile and said, "Well yes. It happened to be our so called cousin, Duddy's mate Chris. He hung back once from the rest of the boys when they were about to leave. He said, " Dude, Mrs. Dursely, you are like such a hot looking MILF. You have rockin' fit body, Mrs. Dursely." He was so sincere that I tried not to laugh, but it did come on like such a line. Such a gangly fellow, but I did notice that he had very enormous feet. " She giggled. Harry thought about mentioning Chris's offer to come over and do his Aunt, but he did not feel like sharing at the moment.
Harry was caressing Petunia lightly, running his fingers around her back and down her buttocks to her hips and around to her tummy. He reached up and palmed her breasts and she had to stop what she was doing and just feel him touching her. Her nipples hardened to his touch. He pulled at them gently as he bit her shoulder. She felt an aching in her and wetness returning to her sex. He kissed her shoulders some more, and she felt his hands at her waist again, and then between her cheeks of her bum. He was a dear and try to avoided her aching anus, but felt the knob of a glass butt plug in her ass.
"Please leave it in. It is for my personal... pleasure."
Harry looked questioningly, but did not voice it. He continued to caress and kiss her. His fingers pushed into the folds of her sex and one hand reached around to rub at her clitoris as the other brought fingers up inside her, all while he continued to kiss her neck , back and shoulders, his lips barely grazing her electric skin. She wanted him to stop, but she did not, she was too close, and his lips on her skin was more than what she expected. Up to that point, there sex had been savage and satisfying, but never tender. This felt tender and it scared and excited her all at the same time. It excited her so much that she could not tell the pleasure from his lips, from the pleasure at his fingertips, and it all welled into one great feeling of sexual ecstasy.
The orgasm he brought to her was delicious. She felt him want to continue, and she grabbed his hand gently and brought it to her lips and kissed it. "You should jump into the shower. She smell like my pussy and ass."
Harry complied. While in the shower, Petunia had an experiment she wanted to try. Though her last spell came out a bit differently than she thought, she now felt very empowered. She said loudly, "So Harry, if I wanted my tits to be really big, how big would you want to see them?"
Harry stopped to think. "Nothing really ridiculously huge, say perhaps 46 double DD cup? Aunt- uhm Petunia, what size are yours normally? I really like the size of your boobs the way they are."
" I am a 40 D cup. That is sweet, but I would like to feel and look extra slutty today if you don't mind" She palmed her breasts and concentrated and whispered, "engorgio." To her amazement, they grew, and to the size and shaped she envisioned. Her nipples and areolas were a bit pinker and more prominent. She had not needed to touch Harry, however, she had much of his semen still up her bum. Of course, this was not the most practical way of having her independence to conduct magic, by having to stopper an ungodly amount of her nephew's sperm up her bum, but it was a start.
Petunia decided to go a step further, and ran her fingertips over her face and neck, and whispered over and over, "rejuvenatus." She felt her skin tighten, her muscles and firm and her now much bigger breasts rise on her chest. She looked into the mirror. She had lost ten years off her face and body. She smiled in wicked triumph.
Harry stopped the shower and came out, reaching for the towel that his aunt held out to him. He wiped the water dripping into his eyes from his jet black hair and really looked up, focusing on Petunia. His jaw dropped. His Aunt was stunning. She had her hands on her hips, and she did a turn for him. Her whole body though fit before, was much, much fitter.
"Merlin's beard! You look fucking amazing!- How, how did you do that?" Harry could feel his cock growing hard.
Petunia noticed it too. " A girl has her secrets, and well, thank you, I will take your verbal praise, as well as your... visual. You best put that away. Get into some boxers. We don't have time to do anything about it, even if I feel like I want to." She turned and looked back into the mirror. "I am going to go fix my face a bit, and then put on some clothes, you can help me with that. We are slumming today, so put on what you feel you want to wear, then come to my room."
Harry wore the jeans he had bought last time he was in London before school, along with a tight black t-shirt with the words Three Broomsticks Pub in white, and a pair of short black work boots well polished. He wanted to put a large shirt on over his t-shit, but decided not to; he did not have to hide how fit he was. He put on a bit of musk that Hermione had given him for Christmas.
He looked out the window for Hedwig, did not see her, but left some treats on the window sill. He wondered back to Petunia's bedroom. She was putting some finishing touches on blush. She was still nude, sitting at her vanity dresser. "Be a dear and find me a pair of knickers and bra. Harry looked through her drawer, and realized he had given himself away in knowing which drawer to go to. He decided to ignore that he was busted, and moved on. He found a sexy low cut camisole, of white satin, with very thin shoulder straps. He chose that instead of a bra. He found a thong with a small tiny patch to cover her puss, and brought these to Petunia.
"No Bra?"
"No, just this. Your big tits will look magnificent in this. We will find a nice tight sweater , something with buttons we can keep open. Do you have any short skirts?"
"my, you have very particular idea of slutty don't you? Well, I guess with you going to an upper secondary school the girls there are your model. I think I can work with that. I will have to tone it down a bit with some tights, so I won't need the thong."
"I was hoping for easy access.."
"If you think you can maul me whenever you want... think again young man. However, I was thinking about a fantasy of mine involving a railway car bathroom, so I can't blame you. I have some high thigh stockings and a garter belt, so I will work it out. Now, go, I think i have had enough help from you. Go, make us some quick toast. I need something before we head to the railway station. Oh, and take all the bedding and throw it in the wash. Your luscious cum is sprayed all over the bed, don't forget the pillow cases. One last question. Hair color. Choose one. now."
"Dark auburn."
"Very well then. Shoo! go make us some toast. and the raspberry jam please."
Harry brewed more coffee, and made some more toast for them. He took out the jam, and set the counter for them to have their morning snack. He sipped a coffee that he had also poured some rum into with his cream. He thought about getting high. He had found the pipe that Chris had mentioned to him, and now kept it in his room. He decided he did not have enough time at the moment. Which was exactly correct because He felt Petunia's presence in the hallway before he heard her steps. He turned when the door opened and felt his jaw hit the floor.
How he was going to do this shopping to Reading without sporting a full erection the whole time, he did not know.