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Harry stumbled up the creaky front steps of 12 Grimmauld Place. It was well past midnight on a Saturday morning and his head was spinning after a wild Friday night.

After the Battle of Hogwarts and winning the war against Voldemort, Harry decided to take a year off instead of applying to become an Auror like most expected. He was done with fighting and wanted to do everything he hadn't been able to do during his years at Hogwarts because he was too busy trying to stay alive. So, when Susan Bones invited him to the Leaky Cauldron for a birthday party for Hannah Abbott, one of her friends from Hogwarts, he went without worrying about partying while Voldemort was trying to murder muggles.

Harry had indulged in a few glasses of Firewhisky at the party, even though he wasn't much of a drinker. It hadn't taken too many glasses to get him a little tipsy. He wasn't totally drunk, but Susan had still insisted on taking him home when the party ended. She was also a bit buzzed so instead of risking splinching themselves trying to Apparate, they took the Night Bus back to 12 Grimmauld Place. Susan helped Harry out of the bus, although he didn't actually need her help. He was a bit woozy, but he was steady enough to walk and had planned to wave her away and do it himself, only to change his mind when he felt her body lean against his.

Susan's massive tits, which had been legendary at Hogwarts pressed firmly against his bicep as she guided him off the bus. His head was still spinning, but the sudden rush of blood to his groin snapped him back to reality. Harry could feel her hard nipples pebbling against the thin fabric of her blouse, and it took all his self-control not to reach out and cup one in his palm.

Instead, he let her lead him up the steps and he milked his condition a bit, giving him an excuse to lean on her and feel her body against his own. It was probably the most physical contact the two of them ever had. Harry put his head on her shoulder, feeling her hair against his face. He loved the way she smelled.

Suddenly, Susan stumbled, and Harry's arm instinctively wrapped around her waist to steady her. He felt the heat radiating off her skin, and the barely-there touch of her hand on his chest sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants, straining against the fabric as he imagined what it would be like to bed her over the rail and bury himself deep inside her.

Susan looked up at him, her lips parted and her eyes heavy with desire. Harry could see the lust burning in her gaze, and he knew that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. He leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed down Susan's back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. He could feel her hips grinding against him and he broke the kiss, panting heavily as he whispered in her ear, "I want you so fucking bad."

Susan's breath hitched, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants. She finally freed his hard cock, and gasped. "The rumors are true," she gasped, stroking it slowly as she gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes. "You are as big as your wand."

Harry's his hips bucked, fucking Susan's hand as she worked her wrist. He reached up and undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing her lacy bra, and was leaning in for another kiss when the porch light flicked on, casting a bright glow over them as the front door opened.

Monica Granger, Hermione's mum was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a bathrobe over her nightgown and was refusing to look down where Harry's cock was still sticking out.

"I can take him from here."

Susan's hand immediately retreated from Harry's pants. "Bye, Harry, I hope you feel better," she stammered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she quickly buttoned up her blouse and hurried down the steps.

Harry groaned in frustration as he watched Susan leave. It was well past Mrs. Granger's usual bedtime, so he was surprised to see her still awake.

"Sorry about that, Mrs. Granger," he muttered sheepishly.

"It's okay, Harry," Monica said in a soft voice as she guided him inside. "You've got to be careful when you're out drinking. Especially young men like yourself. Hermione told me about the Love Potion's girls try to sneak you."

She helped him out of his jacket and into the front hallway. As they walked towards the kitchen, Harry leaned against Mrs. Granger the way he had with Susan. Her robe felt so soft against his skin, and as much as he enjoyed Susan's body, nothing compared to Mrs. Granger's tits.

Monica brushed a strand of brown hair out of her face as they stopped for a moment in the kitchen.

"Hey, Mrs. Granger." Harry grinned goofily at her, still not fully sober.

"Hello, Harry," Monica replied with a smile, shaking her head in amusement. "Want some caffeine to sober up?"

Harry just grumbled and mumbled something unintelligible about sleep, causing Monica to sigh and wonder how she was going to handle the situation. She had left her husband still snoring in their bed upstairs, bus she knew he would be livid if he woke up and caught them, especially with Harry's cock out and pressing against her leg like it was.

"C'mon, let's you get to your room," Monica led Harry out of the kitchen, her hand pressed firmly against his back to guide him silently through the darkened house. She knew Wendell was a strict man, especially when it came to underage drinking. It didn't matter to him that wizards and witches were considered old enough to drink at 17. Her daughter and Harry were still 18, three years under the muggle drinking age. The last thing she needed was for him to catch Harry in this state and start another argument between the two.

Several months earlier, after Harry and Hermione had gone to Australia and Hermione gave her parents their memories back Harry had offered to let the Granger family move in with him until they got new jobs and could find a house. After some discussion, Hermione's parents agreed to move in, but Monica knew it hurt Wendell's pride and he'd showed it by trying to set rules and act like a father figure which resulted in tension between him and Harry.

"Hang on, Harry."

Monica flipped on the hallway light and helped Harry lean against the banister. Walking back to the kitchen table, she removed her bathrobe and hung it on the back of a chair. Her robe was fairly long and she didn't want either of them tripping on it as they maneuvered down the steps.

Harry watched Hermione's mum slowly slide the robe from her shoulder. He couldn't remember seeing her in only her nightgown before. The green fabric was wispy and clung to her curves, falling down just far enough to skim the tops of her thighs. Harry's mouth went dry as she turned to face him. The gown had a low neckline offering tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage. It looked incredibly sexy.

Monica returned to Harry and took hold of his arm. Harry leaned against her again as they slowly started up the stairs.

"Thanks, Mrs. Granger."

Monica smiled as she supported his weight.

"You're welcome, Harry."

While she helped him manage the steps, all Harry could think about was how great of an idea it had been offering to let the Grangers move in with him. Wendell made things difficult sometimes, but Hermione's mum was so sweet, so nice, so pretty.

Once they finally reached the master bedroom, Monica helped Harry to his massive four-post bed and he flopped face-first onto the mattress.

"You can't sleep like this."

Monica gently rolled him over and began helping him get ready for bed. Harry mumbled something in protest, but there was no arguing with a mother. She knelt down and tugged off one boot, then the other, and placed them neatly by the bedside

"Come on, Harry, stand up."

Harry slowly rose to his feet and Monica patted down his pockets to make sure he didn't have anything important in there. After a few moments, she triumphantly pulled out his wand.

"You don't want this ending up in the wash," she said as she set it on the nightstand.

"Thanks, Mrs. Granger," Harry mumbled gratefully and began fumbling with his belt. He wanted to get it undone, but the damn thing was being stubborn.

Monica saw the trouble he was having and stepped in, pushing his hand away. She quickly undid it for him then tossed it onto a nearby chair it aside onto a chair before turning back to Harry with a warm smile.

"It's the least I can do, Harry," she said kindly.

Harry sank onto the edge of his bed, watching Monica gather up the dirty clothes scattered across his mattress. He wasn't trying to stare, but with the way she was bent over in front of him, it was almost impossible not to. Her nightgown dipped low, giving him an amazing view of her big tits.

"Harry, you really should clean up in here."

Monica continued to pick up the clothes while Harry's cock got harder and harder. Hermione's mum had large, round heavy jugs, and they were hanging in his face.

"God, Mrs. Granger, you've got incredible tits."

Monica straightened up and looked at her daughter's friend. She had dealt with his drunken antics before and she'd always brushed Harry's comments and wandering hands off when she helped him to bed.

But this time, as she leaned over to finish clearing the bed, she felt his eyes stay focused on her breasts. The way they jiggled and bounced as she moved caught his attention and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Harry suddenly felt the urge to touch them. He knew it was wrong, but he could always blame it on the alcohol later, right? Besides, it would be even worse not to touch them. They were right there in front of him, hanging down like ripe, tempting fruits just begging to be picked.

Without giving it another thought, he reached up and squeezed her tits. Almost immediately, he felt her hands grab him by the wrist.

"Harry..."

She tried moving his hand away, but he managed to keep them somewhat steady.

"Sorry, Mrs Granger. You're just... you're so pretty."

Harry's rough hands found Monica's tits again, cupping them through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her nipples pebbled beneath his touch and he grinned feeling fairly proud of himself.

"Sleep this off, okay?"

Monica leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. Her lips grazed his scar, a sweet and tender gesture that only made him want her more. Before she could back away, Harry dropped her tits and grabbed her by the back of her thighs. He pulled her forward and she stumbled towards him, her breasts practically smothering his face.

"Harry!"

Monica cried out in surprise, but her attempts to push him away were futile. He was like a man possessed, and he wasn't about to let her go. Frustrated and unable to break free, she gave up and stopped fighting realizing it was pointless. The moment she did, Harry took advantage of the opportunity and yanked down the loose neck of her nightgown, exposing her breasts in all their plump and perfect glory to his eager eyes.

Even in his slightly drunken state, the sight of her bare breasts was enough to sober him up instantly. They were truly magnificent—round and full with perky nipples that begged to be sucked.

Harry's mouth found her left breast, sucking and teasing her erect nipple. His tongue circled around it, before he bit down gently, causing her to moan in pleasure.

"Harry! No... please," Monica gasped, still trying to break free.

Harry moved on to her right breast, giving it the same attention as the other. Monica continued to squirm, but her breathing became heavier and the overwhelming pleasure of his sucking made her weak in the knees.

"Ohhhh, God!" she moaned, unable to resist the sensations coursing through her body.

Her hands found their way to Harry's hair, pulling him closer to her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh as Harry continued to worship her breasts, kneading and massaging them with his hands as he suckled on her nipples.

After a few minutes, Harry pulled away with a smirk, looking up at Hermione's mum. His cock was rock hard and his pants felt tight and uncomfortable like he was going to tear right through the fabric.

Monica took a step back, trying to compose herself while the light from the bedside lamp glistened off the moisture that Harry had left behind on her breasts.

"Harry, please," she said, her voice trembling. "We can't do this."

"Oh come on, Mrs. Granger."

Harry playfully gave her a toned ass a sharp smack. Her body jolted forward slightly from the sudden impact and he grinned.

"You say that every time we fuck."

Monica hung her head in shame. It had been a few weeks since she'd fucker her daughter's friend for the first time. She tried thinking back, wanting to remember how she had gotten herself into this situation, but she could only remember pieces. She remembered it was a sweltering afternoon, and she was feeling particularly horny as she brought a basket of laundry down to the basement. Ever since they'd moved into 12 Grimmauld Place, Wendell had refused to touch her and she remembered deciding to indulge herself and letting the edge of the machine rub between her legs as it vibrated. Then she remembered Harry, fresh from a shower with only a towel around him, walking into the room and catching her.

Harry had caught her in the act, and for a moment, time stood still. The look in his eyes was one of raw desire that made her toes curl.

After that, everything became a blur.

Monica had no idea what she might have said or did. The only thing she knew for sure was that somehow she had ended up bent over the washing machine, her skirt hiked up above her ass, while her daughter's friend, a man young enough to be her son, fucked her from behind to two amazing climaxes.

Her husband hadn't touched for such a long time, and the sex with Harry had been fantastic. Even so, she was riddled with guilt over the incident and knew she could never let herself succumb to temptation again. Something she made sure to communicate to Harry in no uncertain terms.

But actually getting to fuck Hermione's mum had been so incredible that Harry became obsessed with doing it again. He had tasted the forbidden fruit, and he couldn't get enough. His mind was filled with fantasies of her luscious body, her heavy tits, and the way she moaned with pleasure as he thrust inside her. He knew he had to have her again, and he did everything in his power to get another opportunity.

Monica, on the other hand, was torn. She knew it was wrong to sleep with her daughter's friend, but she couldn't resist Harry's charms. Not even a week later, after Harry made a valiant attempt to fuck her one afternoon, Monica finally relented and agreed to give him a blowjob. She told herself it wasn't really sex, and that she was giving him a release so maybe he would leave her alone for a few days. But taking his throbbing cock between her lips had made her feel more guilty than fucking him.

Still, after bobbing her head up and down his thick cock, tasting his salty precum leaking from the tip, and watching as he shot out a massive load triple the size of anything her husband had ever produced, Monica couldn't stop herself. She'd lost control and took his cock right back into her mouth, sucking him until he was hard again and then she'd fucked him right there on the couch.

It had been a wild and intense romp. All the dirty fantasies Monica tried not to think about, the things she'd pictured herself doing with Harry ever since their first encounter had come out. It was a much-needed release, and they fucked long and hard until Monica couldn't keep track of how many times Harry got her off. But as soon as it was over, and she was left sweaty and spread-eagle on his bed, she was consumed with shame and regret.

Harry had managed to fuck her a few more times since then, but Monica still felt uneasy about the idea of having sex with him. She was well aware of how morally wrong and sinful it was. But despite her best efforts, she couldn't resist him. She could hold out for a few days, then her horniness would build up, as would Harry's persistence. And in the end, she would eventually give in.

Then the cycle would repeat. Monica would feel terrible, racked with shame and guilt. She would tell Harry, every time, that it could never happen again, but after their third fucked he'd just started laughing. She was angry at herself for giving in, and even more angry at Harry for taking advantage of her. But above all else, she was furious with her neglectful husband for driving her to seek satisfaction from her daughter's friend.

As she stood in front of Harry's bed, Monica didn't offer any objections as Harry stripped off his pants and kicked off his boxers, revealing his thick, throbbing member. He spread some pillows on the bed, positioning them so he could lean back in a reclined position.

"Come on, Mrs. Granger. You know you want to."

Monica looked at the stiff, throbbing cock as it pointed up at the ceiling, waiting for her to climb aboard. The veins bulged and pulsed with desire, and the mushroomed head glistened with pre-cum.

She was in desperate need of a good fucking, and despite her best efforts, Harry sucking on her sensitive nipples had gotten her horny.

Maybe he would be too drunk to remember anything, Monica hoped. Maybe she could convince him that it hadn't happened, that it was just a wet dream of his.

She reached down and slowly pulled up the delicate fabric of her nightgown. The cool air of the room brushed against her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine. With trembling fingers, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to slide them down her legs. The silky material glided over her hips and thighs, revealing the smooth, bare skin of her inner thighs. As she stepped out of her panties, more guilt swept over her. What kind of mother was she? Spreading her legs for her daughter's friend? Letting him stick his cock inside her? How had she degenerated to this point?

Smiling, Harry watched Mrs. Granger climb onto the bed and straddle him, her nightgown riding up around her waist.

"Wait. Lift that up, I wanna see."

Monica bit her lower lip with shame as she slowly lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing the most intimate part of her body. She was smooth and bare, save for a small patch of dark curls at the top. The sight of her made Harry's cock twitch

"Fuck, Mrs. Granger," Harry reached down and began to rub the swollen head of his cock against her, sliding up and down her slit, teasing her opening. "You have the sweetest pussy I've ever seen."

She was already wet, her labia glistening with arousal. Harry gently parted her folds, revealing the delicate pink flesh beneath. He could see the tiny bud of her clit peeking out from its hood, and he couldn't resist giving it a little flick with the tip of his cock. Monica gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"Oh, yeah," Harry grinned. "You're ready now. C'mon, let's get started."

Monica closed her eyes and took a deep breath, pushing the shame from her mind. She lifted herself up and lowered herself onto Harry's hard pole, feeling it fill her and stretch her in ways she had only ever felt with him.

"Unnnhhhh."

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