Homecoming

Harry knew he had to face the music, but he was still dreading it anyway. It was two in the morning when he hovered on his broom outside his bedroom window, his palms against the window pane slowly but firmly pushing up, trying to be a quiet as possible. He leaned closer in, putting more weight against the window because he was having trouble budging it. Suddenly, he was falling in, there was no breaking of glass, the window was just not there anymore. He fell inwards and felt two hands grab him and pull him with force, and not much loving care. At first he thought it was Vernon until he looked down at the hands and found them small and feminine. The stern voice uttering, "Muffliato!" was enough for Harry to confirm that Nymphadora Tonks who was pulling him through. He fell to the floor, now fully visible, his broom still outside the window hovering. He looked back and saw that the window was back to being intact, and Tonks standing over him with a rather miffed looking expression on her face as her features finished morphing from his own face to the lovely visage that was Tonks.

"Wotcher Harry!, You surprised me for a moment. Here- let me help you up." She pulled him to a standing position. She just stared at him for a long moment. Thinking about she had just been through with Petunia and Vernon the earlier in the night. The bruise she had gained on her face while disguised as Harry, remained on her pale cheek. As did the finger marks around her neck where Vernon had choked her until she had blacked out. Harry noticed them, his fingers gently going to her face.

"Merlin's balls, Tonks, what happened!?"

Tonks grabbed his hand gently and pulled him into a hug. She held him there a long time, until Harry began to feel uncomfortable. Tonks kissed him on the cheek, and said, "So, I think we have some things to talk about- why don't you take a sit down on your bed. "

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At four in the morning Tonks was wondering what the hell she was doing. She was in Harry's bed on all fours, while Harry rather expertly was running his tongue around her rectum and then down back along her inner labia, until he was slowly darting it in out of the opening of her vagina. It felt wonderful, but this is not what she had meant to happen, but for some reason with Harry, it seemed so much better to make love with him than it was to yell and lecture him.

He was honest with her about his relationship with his Aunt and it more than confirmed her suspicions about what had been going on. For the last two weeks they have been having sex on occasion. She was sympathetic while also a bit revulsed by that news, but hadn't she just fucked Petunia only hours early while wearing Harry's body? She knew that this probably nothing more than two lonely people trying to find comfort and pleasure in this odd and strange world, but Petunia was his Aunt for gods' sakes! She sighed and made the decision she had been struggling with since that evening. She decided it based on her heart, not on what rules of society had engrained in her. She would not say anything. For now. Harry was young and had a lot to still learn and she knew he had enough sense to grow beyond this. She had no idea if Petunia was just having a fling, incestuous as it was, but she had faith in Harry, and since he certainly was not monogamous with Petunia and so perhaps, he was just being a horny teenager and getting what sex he could. Who was she to point a finger at Harry and Petunia?- she had her own skeletons in her closet and would not be the one to cast the stone at this glass house.

Harry's tongue pushed deeper in Tonk's sex, and she moaned as two of his fingers gently rubbed her clitoris. She arched her back and moved back in response as Harry gripped her hips tightly and continued to lick and suck at her wet and dripping sex. She was close to coming, and her only wish was that Harry slide his monstrous cock up inside her. They both knew they had little time left; she had to fly back to London, and his Aunt and Uncle would soon be up…

Despite the bipolar reception that Harry had received from Tonks on his return, the two friends quickly fell into their familiar intimate ways of talking and touching each other. For Tonks, a great burden had been lifted off her shoulders knowing that Harry had returned safely. She did not know how he had accomplished it, but he was back, and he seemed satisfied that his cousins were now safe.

She had relayed the events of the previous day and night to Harry, without too much detail, especially about her and Petunia's sexual encounter, but focused on warning him that Vernon had been placed under an Imperious curse, meant to hurt him and Petunia. Harry was visibly shaken at the news, but then seemed resolved to make sure that both Petunia and his Uncle would remain protected, and that he would remain vigilant. She admired his maturity, but he also seemed to be a bit distant and tired as well. Harry gave her the briefest of news in his usual Harry fashion. The bad guys were caught and in Auror custody. She knew he was overly-exhausted, and she had meant for the massage she gave him to get him to relax and go to sleep, but it took an erotic turn quickly and they both had their clothes off before she knew it…

It was like Harry had read her mind, and she could feel the large cut mushroom head of his wonderful prick pushing into the fleshy folds of her wet and ready sex. She gasped, as the large head nuzzled at her vaginal opening, stretching it slowly with some pain. She remained on all fours, concentrating on feeling Harry's thick and incredibly hard cock patiently sliding inside her, filling and stretching her pussy, sparks of desire firing up her spine. She groaned in pleasure, and arched her back, pushing back to aid in bringing more of Harry's warm rod inside her. Harry was gripping the sides of her muscular ass with force. She worried about bruising but would have to remember to do an Episkey spell later, before the next time she saw Fred. She did not want to have to explain some other man's finger marks on her ass, no matter if their relationship was defined as casual or not.

Harry was soon stroking his cock as deep and full inside her as he was able, using forceful strokes at her urging. Tonks came with a shudder, her legs spasming, her arms trembling then giving out- losing all strength as she collapsed onto the bed, gasping and groaning loudly in ecstasy. She was so very glad she had placed a muffling spell on Harry's room.

She knew Harry was close, and she turned around and took his long member into her hand, stroking it as she stretched her mouth around his cock head and swallowed it, bobbing quickly, while continuing to stroke his shaft until she was soon gulping on the warm sticky sperm pulsing into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed hard several times, and then pulled out to let the remainder pulse and drip down her face and neck and breasts. After she pulled away from Harry, who was gasping in pleasure, he lay down on the bed, rolling onto his back. They kissed, and Tonks looked down at Harry. She whispered. "I have to get back to London. I called out sick for you, Harry Potter"

Harry nodded. "Thanks Tonks, for everything. I owe you big, and I know it."

"I will hold you to that love."

"Please do. I can never repay you for all you've done. Really."

Tonks just blushed a bit and smiled. As much as she wanted to just cuddle with Harry, she knew that could not happen, so with a sigh, she rolled over and out of bed and then quietly slipped out into the hallway and down to the bathroom, taking her clothes with her. She did a refreshing spell on her clothes and took a very quick shower. She used a drying spell on the shower stall to erase evidence that anyone had used it. When she got back to the room, Harry was fast asleep in bed. She covered him with a blanket. She opened Harry's window and summoned her own broom, as Harry's broom, no longer patient to hover outside the window, darted in and brushed by her brusquely, startling her in its invisible state, before settling quietly in the corner near his closet. With her wand drawn, Tonks tentatively felt in the corner where she had heard the broom clack against the wall. Upon determining it was a broom, she relaxed, and stopped to watch the sleeping Harry. She could not help herself but to reach down and kiss his forehead. She looked towards the sky beyond the window. It was still dark out, which was good, she did not feel like flying as a raven all the way back to London. She stood on the window sill and leapt with her broom, and then flew off in the morning darkness, glad that Harry had returned home unharmed.

Harry did not know what to expect in the morning when he woke. He only had been able to nod off for a couple of hours of deep sleep and was feeling groggy and cranky. He swore to himself he would not put up with any shite from his Uncle today, no matter what the old man had gone through last night. But Tonks had his back once again and had left post confundus suggestions to both his Aunt and Uncle. Both woke in very good moods but feeling slightly hung over and not remembering much about the evening before. Petunia had remembered a vivid dream about Vernon being absolutely horrid to her and could not help but to feel angry with him. She was snippy and cold to him, and he remained humble and quiet, while both treated Harry kindly that morning even though he was late getting up and assisting with breakfast. "Kindly" for Vernon meant he said nothing and did not go out of his way to berate or chide his delinquent nephew. He left for work with quiet resignation after he reached out to peck Petunia on the cheek at the door and she refused him. She coldly handed him his lunch and he was on his way, slump shouldered and muttering. He took the car, it would be another long night at work, perhaps it was for the best.

The sun came up and shone brightly, it would be a warm sunny day. Petunia promised herself that if Thursday was a nice day, she would take it off and treat herself to sunning and a few cocktails… perhaps some cock. All was ready for her event, she was not needed at the club. A few phone calls that morning allayed her worries, and she poured herself a stiff rum and coke and changed over to her favorite bathing suit, a white bikini set with strategically placed mesh panels that was slightly modest but showed off her curves very pleasingly.

She knocked on Harry's door and asked her nephew to join her on the patio. She had left him to his room for the morning, not demanding any work from him. He had seemed tired and she worried he was becoming ill, and she so wanted him at her event, so she had given him some warm tea and had sent him to bed.

Harry had napped that morning, and then woke feeling lighter than he had in quite a while. A huge burden had come off his shoulders. No people to save, no one attacking him. He thought back to his time in Cork, and all the wonderful women he met there. He knew he would see Sybill in the fall, and looked forward to it, if any indication could be made from the goodbye tryst he had shared with her and Sᴓlvi. He felt that something had been left unsaid between Sᴓlvi and himself. The Norwegian goddess of dark magic had been quiet and sentimental when they parted. She had wiped away a tear and said that she would be in touch with Dumbledore and Hogwarts to arrange for an apprenticeship for Harry with her after he graduated from Hogwarts.

He thought of Rhoswen, Casey, and his dear shirttail relative, Molly. Who knew that there were so many fantastic women in the world? He grew horny, and thought about Petunia, and what he had gone through for her to make sure her son was safe. He would not have been able to bear seeing her heartbroken if Dudley had died, especially at the hands of magic folk. The hatred she would have borne and fostered would have forever torn what was left of his family apart. She had been caring and kind to him today, as if she knew what he had gone through to preserve her world, which he knew that she did not.

Harry got out of bed and stretched his arms and back. He had finally made it to a brand-new Thursday morning! This time travel had him knackered in more ways than one. It made his head hurt trying to figure out how much time he had "recycled". He felt around in the bottom of his closet until he found the invisible pouch custom made for his broom and opened the buckle that held it close. He reached his arm inside it around and rustled past his cloak, the wizard wand he confiscated from the dark wizard at Reading station and found the soft leather pouch for the time turner. He held it, feeling the curves of the metal through the soft leather, confirming it was still here. Sybill and Sᴓlvi both had warned him to limit its use, and to continue to be careful and to guard its safety. Sybill left with a dire warning that misuse of the device would end with the Agents of the Fates coming to claim it from him. Satisfied that it was safe, Harry re-buckled pouch and placed it carefully back under the clothes strewn under those hanging properly. He noticed that the food and water for Hedwig was gone, and replaced it with fresh, and left open his window, to allow his owl to return if she wanted, and well as give the room a breath of fresh air.

His bed smelled of sex, and with a very pleased-with-himself grin, Harry stripped his bed and took his bedding to the laundry. He found the washer empty and filled it with his linens as well as those in the hamper from his aunt and uncles' bed. He imagined Petunia, lying nude, her legs spread wide, waiting for him to approach her. He felt himself harden and he wondered what she was wearing. He was hoping for the little sailor suit. He stole out quietly to the patio door and watched his Aunt as she lay out her towel on her chaise, bent over, her full breasts swaying and her lovely rump showing in that tiny bikini that rode up high, exposing much of her cheeks. He truly did not know how he had not seen how attractive she was before. But she had changed much since he had seen her last fall, hadn't she? He sighed, and smiled, glad to see her relaxing. His heart raced a bit as he watched her. Despite all the women and sex he had had in the last few days of time, it seemed all like a dream while he watched her. She took a sip of her drink and smiled. She was in a good mood, and he preferred her that way. She had been so tense and sometimes snappy while planning and working on this event of hers. She would have been more than snappy if she had known what had been happening in Cork. She would never know how close she came to the loss of her son, not if Harry could help it.

Even with chores evident, Harry decided that he deserved a day off, he would do the laundry and whatever Petunia wanted, but he was going to try to just get by doing as little as he could today unless it was doing his Aunt. He crept back up to his room, not quite ready to engage his Aunt.

Harry reached under his under his mattress and after a bit of fumbling around, found his stash much to his relief. He smoked a healthy sized bud to ash. Feeling fully stoned, he ambled across the hall to the bathroom. Harry stood at the sink and squinty eyed, looked at his continually grinning face in the mirror. Yes, he was definitely very high. He smacked his mouth and decided to brush his teeth and gargle with some mouthwash. After a good splash of warm water on his face, and running his fingers through his hair, Harry felt ready to face the day and to see what Petunia was up to. He was hoping she was feeling as randy as he was at this moment. As fate smiling knowingly would have it, she was.

Harry came out onto the porch, dressed in a t shirt and pair of baggy jeans. Petunia called to him immediately from her lounge chaise. She was applying oil to her chest and stomach, her shoulder straps draped low over her shoulders, and her bikini bottom folded over, close to the top of her vulva.

"Nephew come here please. I have too much oil on my hands."

Harry thought it an odd comment but walked over to his Aunt anyway. She was looking very fine and fit in her tiny white bikini. Her large tanned breasts were barely being contained by the little top. She eyed her nephew and crooked her finger at him. "Come closer Harry, I promise if I bite, it won't hurt too much", she smiled. "Now stand in front of me." She reached toward his pants and gave them a quick pull. "Well, at least these stay up on your hips." She deftly pulled at the button there and unhooked his jeans. With a quick flip down of the zipper, she had his jeans around his ankles. " Please do me a favor, love, and pull down your boxers…. Like I said, I have too much oil on my hands."

Harry eagerly complied, and pulled down his boxer briefs over his hips, and down to his ankles. Petunia grasped his long, only slightly aroused member and began to stroke it, running her oily hand up and down its length. She smiled. "I have been thinking about this all morning, about running my hands all over your cock. Do you like that Harry?"

"Yeah. Feels brilliant. I like how you stroke my dick, Petunia."

" Call me Pet, or Petty, Petunia seems so formal for what we do together. Would you do that for me dear?"

"Uh, uhrm… sure what ever makes you feel comfortable… Pet."

"Uhm, I think I would love being your Pet, Harry, just like I love touching your big prick!... and making it grow thick and hard. Mmmm! - looks like you like it too. I love how bloody big and thick you get. I want to see how long and hard I can make it, is that all right with you?", she teased.

Harry merely grunted his approval and watched as his Aunt expertly grasped and glided her oily hands around his growing cock meat. She used her fingernails along his glans to send electric sparks into his balls and up his spine. She grasped with both hands and pulled up and down with long full strokes on his now hardening and enlarged penis. She looked up at him, pausing and squinting.

"Did you get your hair cut nephew?"

"Yes."

"When? I can't believe I had not noticed."

Harry touched his hair without thinking. He was glad that the sliver highlights were very slight now, from the several showers he had taken over his time in the past. He knew that Petunia would not have liked them, finding them, "too modern" or "strange". "Uhm, On Tuesday, when I ran some errands in Little Whinging for you. I thought I should clean up a bit."

"I can't believe I did not notice it before!, Well , you have been mostly behind me when we have had time together haven't you? She said, a bit seductively. "And I have been pretty preoccupied with my event planning…. It looks… nice. I think I like it. Makes you look a bit older. Do you like that, baby?"

She was rubbing fully with her thumb under on the under side of his member's mushroom head in a circular motion. Harry gasped. She smirked. "I take that as a yes… god it turns me on how thick you get…" she continued with her stroking. "So, you will come to my event on Friday, won't you? I- I am planning on it."

"Of course, Aun… Pet. You have been working so hard on it."

"I have been. I want it to go perfectly, and for everyone to enjoy themselves."

"I'm sure that they will." Harry tried to sound more confident about it than he really believed. He did not know much about the event, but most of the people at their country club had very large sticks up their arses, which is why Petunia and Vernon fit in so well there. He was not sure if anyone them had a real idea of what was fun that did not somehow include belittling or backstabbing someone. But she seemed so excited about this project of hers, that he really did hope it did go well for her. He began to lose his thought, as the caressing Petunia was giving him was incredibly pleasurable. He groaned uncontrollably in response to her expert touch. He watched the intensity of her concentration. She was aroused, her nipples were now pressing hard against the thin material of her top. She licked her lips in anticipation, then bit them.

She looked up into his eyes, a bit of a worried expression, "How are you feeling? This morning you looked so tired and run down, I was hoping you were not getting sick… I so want you to attend the event tomorrow."

"Well, now that I met up with you, brilliant! Gods, this feels so good, I love your touch Pet."

"I was thinking about this all morning, how I want to touch your and make you so big, and so hard! Petunia moaned a bit. "You are so incredibly hard, Harry. It is all I can do from putting it in my mouth and sucking it."

"It feels so, so good Pet. I want to be inside you, I want to fuck you Auntie."

"We have time, but it is getting hard to control myself. I must tell you I was loving your massage last night. Oh Harry, I was so wet! And you made me cum while you were sucking my toes, you naughty boy! I loved watching you staring at my pussy while you rubbed my feet. I so wanted to feel your fingers inside of me. Do you like the way I tease you nephew? It really turns me on. To have you get glimpses- peeks of my pussy while Vernon is so close by… to have you watch me as we do things like the foot massage… I think it really enhances the touching you do to me… knowing that you can't touch me elsewhere!... so close yet so far! It was too bad Vernon had to ruin it by dropping his drink on himself while he was sleeping."

"Yeah, though it was a bit funny, but it would have been fun to touch you with him sleeping only feet away from us." Harry adlibbed. "And yes," he added, "I love what a fucking cock-tease you are Petty."

"I thought for sure he was going to notice that incredible erection in your pants though, that is why I shuffled him to the bathroom to change as quickly as I could… though for the life of me, I really don't remember much after that… He wanted me to watch that boring documentary with him and I must have fallen asleep."

"You did. Do you remember me helping you to bed?" Harry was trying to recall what Tonks had related to him the night before… she had not given him too many details about what happened after she had overpowered his uncle and ended up obliviating both his aunt and uncle.

"Just barely… I must have been very tired… or I would have visited you later, you had me so hot and bothered with that back rub." Petunia purred. "I do remember a dream of you eating me… would you like to make that dream come true?" Petunia spread her legs wider, and the brought her knees together and then back apart and laughed. It was a hint and Harry knew it.

Harry nodded and smiled, then wondered if perhaps more had happened than what Tonks relayed. Perhaps that is why she was so much kinder and more non-judgmental than Harry had expected. He frankly thought that she would have found him a pariah after she found out what he and his Aunt had been up to. At the thought of that he looked up on the power lines that crossed over the yard, looking for a raven or another bird to be perched there, watching him getting a hand job from his aunt. He was relieved to find no bird in sight. Though upon more thought, the idea of Tonks watching them kind of turned him on a bit.

Harry groaned. "You make me feel so bloody good."

Petunia's own lust was becoming a bit much for her. She so wanted to make Harry orgasm only by her hand. She looked him in the eye, while both her hands picked up the pace of their stroking and caressing of Harry's large long shaft and balls. "I want to watch you come Harry, I want to watch as your sperm gushes out and all over me. Do you want to come on me, baby?"

"Yeah, I want to come all over your beautiful face and tits, Pet."

"Do you want to see my tits, Harry?"

"Yeah."

"Well then do something about it." She dared him. Harry took the dare and leaned over while she was still stroking his member and roughly pulled the shoulder straps down on her top and pulled her top down to unleash the large firm fleshy globes of her breasts. Her gum drop nipples were hard and pointing fully atop her lovely tits, her areolas puckered in excitement. Harry grasped at her breasts gently, but with lust, and pinched her nipples which grew longer and more erect. Petunia cupped and caressed his large balls, still very full after their magical enhancement, despite recent efforts by Sᴓlvi, Sybill, and Tonks. Harry felt that Casey had only performed a half- hearted job of turning off his enhanced sperm production. Perhaps it was just a combination of all the residual sexual magic performed recently on his young body, or the potion, but his balls seemed always to be aching for more release, and always had much to yield.

Petunia moaned at his touch, and continued to stroke him, desperate to make him come by her hands alone. Harry looked at her. "Can I touch you more, Petty?, I was thinking we switch positions a bit."

Petunia slightly pouted, "Well, I suppose, as long as I can continue to stroke your magnificent prick."

Harry stepped out of his jeans and boxers and took off his T-shirt as well. He gently pulled Petunia up to a standing position, stopping to kiss her gently along her neck, which surprised Petunia a bit at its gentleness and caring. Harry removed her tiny string top fully. After palming and caressing her breasts with firm passion, his hands slid to her hips, and gently into her bottoms so that he could caress her firm buttocks and sex. Harry kissed her shoulders and back as he caressed her. Petunia felt herself melting in his hands, but continued to run her fingers and hands, up and down his large member, making it grow more erect, it was now raging rock hard. Harry pulled off her bottoms so that they were both fully nude. In the garden lined with trees and high fence, they had very little worry of a neighbor spying, but still there was a chance, which added to both their excitement. Petunia secretly hoped that her neighbor and some time confidant next door, Vivian VonDunderson, might be looking at her bedroom window with envy as she masturbated to the sight of Petunia with her nephew in taboo sexual frenzy. She came a little at the thought and felt the warm fluid from her puss drip down her thigh.

Harry lay down on the chaise, and had Petunia straddle him, facing away. She knew he wanted access to her sex and ass and followed his lead. Her cunt was wet with excitement. After that massage yesterday, and all that hot teasing she gave her nephew under the nose of Vernon, she was aching to feel Harry's touch more intimately. It probably had made herself more sexed up than the affect she hoped she had been placing on Harry. She would never tell him, but she had an orgasm the evening before just by his gentle strong hands touching her lower back. She was relishing in his touch, and settled in, finding a comfortable position that would allow her to concentrate on pleasuring Harry's cock, while giving him access to play with her. She so wanted to go ahead and lick and suck on his prick, but she was determined to see if he would come by her hand alone.

Harry was enjoying Petunia's touch immensely; his Aunt's teasingly hot pacing was driving him wild. She knew how and where to touch him, how fast to go, to make him feel close to the brink, only to slow it down and prolong the aching pleasure. Now he felt like he was participating as well, with his ability to touch his lovely Pet. He gently caressed her back and down to her widened hips and firm bottom. He ran his fingers gently around her sex, he could see by her flinching and the prickle of her skin with small goosebumps that she was sensitive to his touch. She moaned, and he knew he was on the right track. He licked his fingers and ran them into the folds of her sex. Pulling out on the folds of flesh. She reflexively bent a bit further over and spread her legs a bit more, spreading the lips to her sex. Harry rubbed and pulled on her dangling labia. He loved the look of full, pulled out pussy lips. He stretched them slowly, with force, and Petunia moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure. He reached further up and between her legs and ass cheeks to feel the wet and dripping opening to her sex. He rubbed there, running his finger slowly just inside her vaginal opening. His touch was driving Petunia wild, and she rocked a bit, she wanted his fingers deeper inside her but continued to focus on the caressing she was giving to the incredibly hard and thick penis before her. She had never seen Harry this hard, and her resolve was crumbling about making him first orgasm with her hand job; she was aching to climb onto this huge rod and ride it for all it was worth. Harry had his own ideas, and as he slid his fingers deep up into Pet, he whispered, "Engorgio".

Petunia gasped as the prick in her hands began to grow thicker and longer. She could now barely place both hands around it, and it was at least twenty inches long. His balls expanded as well, now the size of two small apples. She noticed that her breasts had swollen as well. She took more oil and began to stroke the now ridiculously huge knob with abandon, as Harry's fingers found her clitoris, and began rubbing it slowly, but with a firmness that sent jolts of pleasure throughout her body. At the same time, she felt his tongue and lips now on her buttocks. He was kissing and sucking his way slowly into her inner thigh area, just under the cheeks of her bottom. Harry gave her a firm slap across her right buttock.

Petunia groaned in increasing arousal, "Mmmm, Harry keep it up, oh gawd, yes! Do you like this love? I want to see you cum, baby, I want your sperm all over me!"

Harry panted, groaning as well in pleasure, "Bloody hell, that feels so good! I so want to fuck you, Petunia, but your handy feels so fucking hot, unnngh! I think I'm going to come soon!"

"Do you want to cum on me baby? Where would you like to cum on me?" Petunia teased, "Would you like to cum on my face, fill my mouth with your spunk?"

"Yeah, I want to come all over you, your face, your tits, your ass, gods, I love your ass! " Harry roughly grabbed a handful of his aunt's firm right buttock, and then slapped it hard again as he ran his tongue up to her rectum. Petunia moaned, and began to gyrate her hips, shaking her ass and pushing her sex back into Harry's face.

"Lick me LOVE, lick my cunt and ass!", she commanded as she began stroking the baseball bat of a cock in front of her furiously. She watched Harry's toes curl as she ran her fingernails roughly all the way from the base of his rod to the corona of its massive crown. She also felt his lips and tongue on her ass and felt his licks and hard sucks as his wet warm tongue and lips made the circuit from her pussy up to the pink puckered ring of her anus. She knew Harry was an ass-man. Never in her life had a male played with her ass and fucked it as much as her nephew. She loved the taboo nature of it, to have a part of her body she thought of as unclean turned into a sexual plaything and pleasure center. She liked the word sodomy. It was so dirty, so sordid, and forbidden. If the Church was so much against it, it stood to reason it was because it was so much fun. Harry was panting loudly now, and she knew he needed some verbal encouragement now to bring him to the brink.

"Omigod Harry omigod, please, please cum for me, cum on me Harry, cum on my face, come on my big fucking tits nephew, oh please cum on my asshole!"

Petunia could feel the throb, the thick pulse from the base of his balls, the bulge along the large tubular "chunnel", the corpus spongiosum, as the spunk made its way up Harry's urethra along the underside of the huge shaft, and like a geyser, his urethral opening dilated and the rock hard member jerked hard in her hands, and a flying glob of white goo landed just over her left eye, she blinked, and her vision in it swam. She felt another eruption hit her forehead, and she turned, stretching up on her haunches while she pulled the massive cock toward her mouth, and the eruptions continued, her mouth open, being filled with the warm salty sweet taste of her nephew's spunk. "Omigod, omigod!" she reacted at the huge rocket of a cock shooting its white sticky load all over her, " Yes, yes!" She smacked her tongue, relishing the musky taste as she swallowed, the stickiness, the thick man-cream in her mouth oozing out the corners and down her chin. The orgasm of the magically huge cock continued, a continual pulsing geyser.

Petunia rolled off Harry, stooping, and immediately falling to her knees beside the chair, stroking the dripping and jerking staff, cum dripping down her hands. She began to lick the dripping cum off the glans and shaft, sucking it with abandon. Harry watched, panting in pleasure as his cock continued to throb and pull semen from his scrotal sac. He was still raging hard, but knew his size was too large to enter Pet. He gripped his tree limb of a prick and whispered, "Reducio originale", returning it to its normal but still very large size. Petunia, though slightly disappointed in the reduction, knew it was needed for what they both wanted next. Harry helped her to the chaise again, and on her knees, she spread her legs and offered her beautiful back side to him. She was incredible wet, but her pussy still stretched a bit painfully as the wide head of Harry's rod slid slowly into her wanting cunt. For both, it was a feeling of bliss. Harry, his cock feeling the soft wet warmth of the velvet of his lovely aunt's insides; Petunia feeling the incredibly hard but warm flesh of the cock that was filling and stretching her vaginal walls. Together they sighed in sweet satisfaction as Harry pushed more of his raging member deeper into Petunia, slowly, with care, as he gently gripped her hips. Their mutual fluids comingled along her vaginal tract, allowing Harry's significant girth and length to push easily deeper into his aunt. Petunia moaned loudly as more and more of Harry's rod pushed deeper inside her. He began to rock back and forth, his wide shaft outside pressing against her engorged clitoris. Her hand reached under her, to rub and press the love button to rub against the still large amount of shaft outside her. It sent sparks of pleasure up her tummy and into her spine. It caused her to gasp in pleasure as muscles in her back and along her sex twitched involuntarily and she felt more of her vaginal fluids drip down around the shaft at the entrance to her love tunnel, and down her pussy lips. Harry began to push and pull a bit faster, until he was as deep inside Pet as was comfortable for her. She urged him to fuck her harder, even though she appreciated how gentle he was being, her passion was deep and running hot, she wanted him to let go and take her with his heart. Harry complied, and gripped Petunia's hips tighter and began to thrust his hardness in and out of Pet with long full strokes, shaking her body, sending her full tits swaying underneath her as his massive head found the back of her vagina, under the cervix and uterus. With inches still outside her, Petunia ran her hand along the shaft until she felt the trunk of Harry's body. She understood now why Harry enjoyed anal sex with her, he could get so much more of himself inside her. She pulled down on his shaft as he continued stroking deep inside her and groaned as she now felt more fully his cock rubbing along the G spot nerves inside her. Soon her head was swimming and she felt the crest of pleasure build until she could no longer stay atop of it.

The orgasm took her fully. Petunia was enthralled, and had to let go, both physically with her hand on his cock, and mentally as physical bliss overwhelmed her. It was all she could do to stay on her hands and knees on the chaise. Her head filled with light and waves of pleasure washed over her and she pulled inside herself lost in the ecstasy. She felt the continual plunge of Harry's warm hard member as muscles twitched and a flood of her ejaculate run down her legs as Harry pulled out. Petunia did not realize how close he was to orgasm as well until she felt the warm spurts of his cum on her ass and lower back, and then across her anus.

She felt his cock head there, pulsing warm fluid as he pushed the wide head into her rectum. She was not ready and gasped at the invasion, but her head was still swimming in pleasure and she relented by lowering her head and raising her ass in submission. She knew he wanted this, and she wanted to give it to him, to again allow him to sodomize her. Harry's pulsing semen lubricated the way for his massive shaft to push into the tight rectum of his Pet. She groaned and moaned at the invasion, and he relished in it. His passion was full; his lust overheated. He wanted to be deep inside Petunia, to feel himself as fully connected to her as he could be physically. Petunia cried out as he pushed himself deeper into her, "Oh Harry! Oh Baby! Omigod, omigod!"

Harry continued with steady force to push more of his huge member deep inside his lovely Aunt's ass. He closed his eyes, as much as he enjoyed watching his cock be swallowed deeper and deeper into her backside, he wanted to concentrate on the tight warm difference of taking Pet up the ass as compared to her lovely pussy. He was in control here, she had surrendered. She made no demands, she gave herself to him, and let him take her as he wanted. He pushed harder, until he felt himself deep, deep inside her, at a point of resistance. He slowed and gyrated his hips and his rod slowly until he felt some give, Petunia cried out in discomfort, but he kept the pressure slow and steady and gentle, and his shaft slid even more deeply into her. She sighed and panted, the pressure now eased and her body telling her that he was deeper inside her than any man had ever been or probably ever would be. Petunia clinched her Kegel muscles, and Harry felt the grip around his shaft. He had two more inches of shaft left visible before his coin purse would be pressed against her ass cheeks. He leaned forward and let the weight of his body push himself as deeply into Petunia as he could go. Petunia moaned and gasped, and muttered, "omigod, omigod, my Harry…my Harry."

Harry leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Petunia, just under her big breasts, hugging her back. She could feel his warm rough cheek pressed against her and melted as his face turned and kissed her there. She shuddered, her legs wobbly, at the weight of him on her, and the weight of the feelings she was having in her heart. Was she more than just a piece of ass to him? God, she hoped so, for she was feeling more; that perhaps that this young man was more than just her MILF boy toy for the summer. But was that even sane to think or hope? She was letting her hormones talk for her… it had to be the case. Any other scenario was crazy, wasn't it? He was a sixteen-year old boy who was having the time of his life because his horny old aunt was letting him fuck her in the ass, and everywhere else. It was nothing more on his end was it? He was too young for love and she had treated him so miserably for so long that this could be no more than hate fucking and dominance on his part… was that really it? She sighed, she did not know, but he could be so gentle at times, even now, with his monster cock so painfully deep inside her, she could feel his caress. And he wasn't fucking her right now, was he? He just held her, as deep inside her as he could be… was this his teen-aged mind way of connecting deeply with her, of being intimate? Should she let it happen?

Petunia felt tears in her eyes and tried to shrug off her thoughts. She purred. " Oh Harry, I have never had such a big cock so deep inside me. Fuck me hard, Harry, fuck me until you come up my ass!"

She mentally shrugged. It was easier for her to be a whore than a lover. The other offered too much risk of pain, of heartbreak. Why make more of this than it was? She rocked her body and pressed her bottom hard against her nephew, trying to push his monster cock even deeper inside her. She groaned as Harry began to push and his pull his thick long meaty shaft in and out of her tightened sphincter.

Harry sighed contentedly to himself. She felt so good. Of all the women who were his lovers, or sexual partners, his feelings were most conflicted about Petunia. He loved being dominant over this woman who had up until recently, had made his life miserable, and had for years treated him as a servant and second-class family member and burden in her life. He still held resentment for this and did feel a certain satisfaction of her sexual submission to him, and that he held some power in the attention and lust she craved from him. Yet lately, she had been kind, even sweet to him and was an incredible lover. Even with all the women whom he had relations with lately, he felt a connection with Petunia that he did not share with any other, and he could be aroused by just the thought of her. He could feel her presence any where in the house, and when she was gone, he would know when she was returning minutes before she showed up at the house. He truly wanted her to be happy, and he wanted to satisfy her whenever they were together. He knew he would not have come from her hand job if she had not allowed him to also give her pleasure, he was no longer wired to be selfish with her. Her satisfaction was his satisfaction.

Petunia groaned, her face in a grimace, as he thrust harder and faster inside her. "Oh Harry, omigod, I can believe how deep you are inside me, fuck me harder baby, I love you in my ass, take me harder! Give it to me nephew! Now! Please come in my ass, fill my ass with your hot spunk! Please, please, please baby, I need you deep inside me!"

Harry gasped, and came with a series of spasming jerks, his cock pulling hard inside his Aunt's tight ass. Petunia felt it, the hard movement, the feeling of the hot sticky fluid pulsing inside her. She purred in satisfaction. She could feel Harry gripping her waist, and slowly pulling out of her anus, watching the cum drip from her now gaping sphincter. Her legs quivered, she kept her head down and ass high in the air as she felt him kiss her lower back, and the warm sperm drip slowly out of her flexing anus. Harry dipped two fingers into her rectum and pulled them out and drew a small heart on her left buttock with his sperm. Petunia sighed. She did not know if this was love, but it was the best she had in quite a while. She felt alive and sexy in way that she had not felt since Majorca. She took his hand, and after sucking his fingertips, planted a kiss in its palm. Harry held her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her lips. He wanted to say what he felt at that moment but could not. He did not know how Petunia would react.