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Chap. 3 (Friends with Benefits 114): Family Bonding

At first, Harry had thought it was Hermione standing at the window to the right of his bed, nearest the play-room doorway when he walked. Harry had even drawn in a breath and started to greet her, "Hey, Her- uh... Mrs. Granger."

The bushy hair had thrown him off again, but the woman and her daughter's figure and overall shape were so similar that it had taken Harry a moment to notice the dress and posture were just a little different. Emma Granger turned to look over her shoulder with an almost shy smile. "Hello, Harry. You don't mind if I'm in here? I was, er, admiring the view."

"N- No, I don't mind. I saw it during daylight, but I haven't seen it at night."

"You've a rather nice view of the village down in the valley," Emma told him quietly, gesturing idly toward the windowHarry didn't need his empathic abilities or growing bond with the older woman to see she was distracted and blushing, or to notice as she looked down his body. "Oh. Yeah, I see what you mean," he replied as he crossed the room to stand next to her. "It's almost like a valley of stars."

"H- Hermione is enjoying her new room," Mrs. Granger offered after a minute or two of relatively comfortable silence. "Suggested she sleep there, just to get used to the bed."

Harry nodded, "Fleur and Lilith said they're about the best you can find, quite comfortable. And of course, now that she's of age, she can just make it more firm or soft as she wants. We can also buy other things she wants. Or any of the girls or guests, really. Turns out I'm pretty wealthy."

"Fleur and I talked a bit about that. It's good to know Hermione will be taken care of."

Harry blushed and shook his head, "I wouldn't- couldn't do anything else. But even if I were poor..."

"I know, Harry," Emma told him, "Dan and I both know. You love her, and she loves you. We'd still have approved of you if you had nothing. The house, the money... that's just just a nice little bonus for us, knowing she'll never want for anything."

"That's... good to know," Harry whispered.

Emma nodded, then stepped back and away to sit on the edge of his bed. "I... saw you and Miss Parkinson. You know, earlier. A few minutes ago."

Harry spun, his eyes wide, "I, er-"

Emma just laughed, though her face was pink, "You probably should shut the door, you know? Don't worry. I- Hermione and I have talked a lot, too, you know. Especially the last few days. I think I understand your situation a bit better, and I've already known some of it for months. Like Dan and I've said, its not what we would have chosen for Hermione. Or for you. But only an idiot would look at the two of you and think you're unhappy. If this is your life, then by all means, enjoy it. It isn't like we haven't, er, had our own more wild days. Even not so long ago."

Harry swallowed, and nodded. "R- Right..."

"It kind of turned me on," Mrs. Granger admitted softly, "Watching you two for a moment. Not long- I wasn't trying to spy, so just a few seconds. It... it made me jealous."

"I..."

Emma looked up at him again, her gaze level, "I'd like to remind you, Harry, that now both Dan and I remember. Last summer... and that we've talked extensively about it since. How we used to live, how Hermione's Aunt Josephine used to be with both Dan and I. That I'm pregnant again... don't worry, it's definitely Dan's."

Harry could only swallow once more, "Y- Yes, I remember."

"I think you'll also remember," she continued, "me making it clear that Dan and I... wouldn't mind going back to that lifestyle. We stopped for Hermione as much as because of Jo's and Dan's feelings getting in the way of things. We didn't want her to grow up thinking it was, well, 'normal'. Not that there's anything wrong with it, of course, but as curious as she was even as a child, we felt it was best to, well, to limit those kinds of questions until she was old enough to understand that most people don't have that lifestyle."

"And now?" Harry asked, still standing by the window, though the night view of the valley was forgotten.

Emma's finger worked his new bedspread nervously. "We've already said," she told him. "I want you. Dan wants... Dan wants us to start things again. I understand if you don't want to, I'm... I'm older, not as pretty as I was. As Hermione. I just..."

"You know I think you're desirable," Harry reminded her in return, "Th- last summer wasn't just me being a randy teenager."

Emma snorted, one of her eyebrows raised artfully. "And nothing to do with your Succubus using some sort of magic dust on my husband and I so that you could shag our daughter in peace, and then coming down and satiating yourself with me while Lilith finished off said husband."

"Well, maybe a little of that, yes," Harry chuckled sheepishly. He found himself rubbing the back of his head like a boy who'd just been scolded, when Emma's hand landed on his thigh. When had he stepped closer...?

"Harry... tell me honestly, straight. Are you interested, or not? I came up here to find out, and to, um, remind you what Dan and I are offering."

"What, exactly, is that?" Harry asked, reaching down to slide a fingertip down the jaw of Hermione's mother.

Was... Was this really happening? Was he about to have sex with Hermione's mother... this time without Lilith affecting hers or her father's ability to think clearly about it?

Emma's other hand came up to his other thigh, and her thumbs moved in to ghost over the bulge in his trousers, "You want me to be clear? Okay, Harry. I'll be clear." She took a deep breath, looked down (a mistake, he thought, as she ended up staring at his crotch, which made her breath quicken), "I'm not shagging you tonight. Not that I don't want to, Lord knows I do. But we're starting things up- that lifestyle- slowly, just to make sure it's really what we want. I am going to put your very nice penis in my warm, wet mouth, and I'm going to go to town, show you where Hermione got her talents from. Once you've spewed your lovely seed all over my face and tits, I'm going to go downstairs to my husband and let him stare while I tell him all about it. Then I'm going to shag him... and it's going to be some of the best we've ever had, he and I. Does that answer your question for tonight?"

Harry swallowed, "It does. What about-"

"Then," Emma continued, as she moved just enough on the edge of his bed to unsnap his pants, "I'm going to talk to him about it in the morning, when we're more rational. Then I'll talk to you... and to Hermione. And if everyone it directly affects is okay with it, then I'd like to... not become one of 'your girls', but perhaps be someone you shag on the side. Maybe with Dan present. Maybe not. Maybe, if she's interested, even with H- Hermione present."

Harry's eyes widened. The hitch in Emma's voice had been faint, barely noticeable, but definitely there. Was that something Emma had thought about, too? "She's already watched me shag you," Harry told her softly, "Not sure if you noticed that day last year. I'm not sure if she'd want to again, but we- she and I have talked about it a few times."

"I... see."

Then his pants opened. Emma didn't pull them down, but the older woman did tug until the head of his thick cock popped out of his boxers. She stared some more, but somehow kept her now-shaking hands from touching it by keeping a tight grip on his hem. "How would you feel if she did want to participate?" Harry asked.

He didn't want to give away Hermione's indiscretion with her father, or rather, Dan's drunken indiscretion with his daughter, but this might be a safe way toward that discussion and revelation. Maybe, anyway. There was a chance. If they both had been in open relationships before, and had only stopped for Hermione's benefit and conflicting feelings, would... would they be more open to it now, knowing that Hermione was already in a pretty open relationship? Or would it still be a bridge too far for them?

There was only one way to find out, Harry thought, and this would be half the task.

Emma swallowed. Looked down again, then back up at him, "Would it be so bad?" she asked, very gently. "It's not like we could..."

She didn't finish. She didn't need to. Harry shook his head too, "No, I don't think so. I know she's thought about it, about, well, you, at least once. And... well, the rest I'll leave up to her. When you talk after tonight, ask her about her 'most extreme' fantasy, will you? I think it'll help clear up the air between you."

Emma's head cocked to the side and she bit her lower lip thoughtfully, "Oh. I... I had thought I'd already known what that was, but if you're telling me to, I suppose I will. Still, that... that leaves the rest of your question unanswered, Harry. What happens next? Well, if all goes well in those discussions, then... then there will be times I come to call on you, and I expect you to know you can come to call on me. With or without Daniel, though I would prefer with most of the time. He will hear about it either way, as he enjoys that quite a lot. I... I don't know that I'd be comfortable with you and, well, a bunch of your other ladies, but one or two, on occasion, I think I could... be alright with."

Harry nodded, "So, to be clear once again, you're saying you don't want to be one of 'my ladies', and want to stay married to Daniel, but wish to no longer be exclusive... and do so with me most often, and occasionally one of my ladies as well, at your discretion? And that occasionally you would enjoy... what, myself and Dan, at- at the same time?"

Her breath hitched again, and the muggle woman's breathing quickened afterward. "I... I hadn't really thought about, erm, that, but... but I don't think I'd be opposed. If it came up."

"Hm. Well.. alright, then, Mrs. Granger-"

"Emma," she corrected.

Harry grinned, "Mrs. Granger... for now. After tonight, we'll revisit the names and titles. Right now, I think I'd like it if my girlfriend's mother sucked my dick, you know?"

"Gladly," she whispered, and pulled his pants further.

As she brought her hands further in to grasp his shaft and start stroking it gently with one hand while the other moved to cup and knead his scrotum, Harry felt a tug on his emotions. From a particular thread that was wound more thickly than most, and among the first at the bottom of the tangle around his heart. Hermione... was moving. Toward him.

As Emma stroked, Harry turned his head to the bedroom door, which creaked open. Again, she was there, watching, as this time her mother reached out tentatively to taste the head of his dick.

A year ago, she had first seen Harry balls-deep in her mother on her hands and knees on the living room floor, while Lilith rode her father on the armchair. She'd come in just at the end, to watch Harry orgasm, then turn around and head to the kitchen for the drink of water she'd come downstairs for in the first place.

Now, she was watching from the beginning, and not just a quick shag. Because Emma Granger, Hermione's mother, wasn't just blowing Harry to get a climax out of him. No, far from it. Like Hermione herself, the older woman seemed to love worshipng every inch of Harry's shaft with her eyes, her fingers, her tongue, which laved back and forth, up, down, and in little circles as she covered him in saliva.

Hermione didn't come in, but Harry definitely met her querilous eyes a few times as Mrs. Granger licked up and down his shaft, then leaned in to pull his testicles into her mouth one at a time, and then somehow both together to lick them, too.

He didn't see judgment, not this time. But there was a fair bit of curiosity, and not a little bit of excitement, too. So he only smiled, and mouthed, Later to his girlfriend, who nodded back. When next he glanced up at her, Hermione had a hand down her skirt, and was chewing her lip in a less-thoughtful, more-aroused sort of way.

"I swear, it's unfair," Emma whispered after she let his balls pop out of her mouth, "You have one of the prettiest todgers in the entire world, and it's a great size, too."

"I do cheat, though, to be fair," Harry chuckled.

"I don't care," Emma replied, "cheat all you want, as long as I can have it, too. Dan's pretty well-endowed, but you... you're amazing."

Before he could say anything in response, she took his head in her mouth, cupping just that around her lips with a tight seal, then started worshiping just that with her tongue. "Oh, wow," Harry exhaled, "your tongue is so smooth, Mrs. Granger."

"Glad you like it," she murmured, looking up at him and talking around his cap, "I've learned a lot over the years."

"Hermione could probably learn a thing or two, I'm sure," Harry chuckled, knowing that it would brass the voyeuristic witch off a bit, but that she would be over it soon, too. "But don't look down on her skill, either. I can already tell you're two much alike in that way. She prides herself on her excellent blowjobs."

Emma shuddered, and pulled him out of her mouth, though she started stroking with one hand, covering the whole length languidly, "Tell me about it," she whispered, "Keep talking about how well my daughter blows this lovely man-meat, Harry... every detail."

He grinned, and made a point of looking toward the door once more. Hermione was scowling, but when Harry looked back downward, it seemed Emma had missed his hint, for she was intent on flicking her tongue against the hole at the end of his cock. "Well, she starts like you, with the licking. She likes to slide her mouth, her lips, up and down the left side first, I've noticed, then the right. My left, I mean, and it's always that side first."

She copied the movements as he said them, staring either directly at his genitals, or looking up at him with soft, chocolatey-brown eyes so like her daughter's.

"Then when I'm good and lubed, usually she plays with my balls a bit too, like you did, and sometimes she suckles them, but normally by then she wants to get to the main event, so to speak. So she'll start sucking on the head, swirling her tongue around it- yes, a-ah, just- just like that. Mm... you do it really well too, Mrs. Granger."

"Told you," she whispered, then resumed her work.

"After she's done that for a minute or two she starts bobbing. She likes to keep a tight seal on the way back, and loose on the way in, so she can get me into her throat easier, then- oh fuck- s- sh- she, oh Merlin, she- she keeps up as much suction as she can on the way back, like she's trying to suck the cum straight out of me. It- ah- it works really well, I can tell you th-that. Fuck..."

Emma Granger let him go again, her eyes smoldering as she looked up and started moving her hands again, "You were saying?"

"I was saying it works really well," Harry chuckled, "I could've cum in like, thirty seconds of that. But she really, really likes it when I go all the way in. Straight down her lovely, tight throat, until her nose is pressed into my abdomen, or she's choking on my balls if we're facing the other way."

"So, deep-throating then," Emma whispered, "My daughter's such a slag, doing that at her age... I'm not even sure I can, you're quite large, Harry."

"Try," he urged her, "You might surprise yourself."

"I can do it with Dan easily enough," she shrugged, then took a deep breath and swallowed him again.

He slid past her tonsils easily enough, the older woman quite used to relaxing for that step, and she barely twitched when he tapped the back of her throat. But Emma gagged at about the two-thirds mark, and pulled back several inches. But she didn't withdraw all the way. Just far enough she could speak around him again, a sight that Harry didn't think could be any more erotic. "Far... but I can go farther. Push me down, Harry... claim my throat, push your cock further than my husband's will ever go. Please... I need you to do it."

Harry swallowed, then nodded. "Alright, Mrs. Granger. Suck me again."

She tried gamely, and even got a little further, almost three-quarters of his current eleven inches down her throat, but when she gagged again, Harry didn't hesitate to grab the back of Emma's head to hold it steady as his hips pushed forward.

The woman gagged again, coughed hard enough saliva came from her nose a little, and he could see tears welling, running down her cheeks... but she didn't tap him. Instead, Hermione's mother reached around Harry to grab his arse, pulling him even further into her. "M- Merlin," he groaned, "your throat's even tighter than Hermione's... you need to relax, Mrs. Granger."

Somehow, even with her throat probably stretched uncomfortably around him, she did. It wasn't a lot, but enough the pressure went from painfully tight to incredibly pleasurable. She stayed there for a good twenty seconds, her eyes rolling back in her head, then pushed away.

Harry let himself leave her throat with a groan, and watched the woman's chest heave for breath though it hadn't been that long since she'd had one, marred only by his glistening dick and the string of saliva that connected it to Emma's gasping mouth. "You're pretty good," he admitted, "but Hermione can hold thirty or forty seconds pretty easily. Maybe that's the Runes, though..."

Emma seemed to take that as a personal challenge, which had been Harry's intent. She threw herself down on him again, though she still needed to grab Harry and pull his pelvis toward her face to get the last little bit down. This time, she counted off on her fingers while glaring upward at him.

Five. Ten. Fifteen...

At thirty, she started to struggle, red-faced, but didn't withdraw.

At forty, Harry expected her to give up.

At fifty, she was turning darker, and tears streamed down her face in dual torrents... and the door opened.

She didn't seem to notice as Hermione stepped into the room and closed it quietly behind her, then started to disrobe. Only down to her knickers and bra, but that was more than enough as Mrs. Granger hit sixty.

And stayed there.

"You're doing really well, Mum," Hermione told her as she sat down next to Mrs. Granger. "A full minute."

Emma came off him with a gasp. "H- Hermione! It's- it's not what-"

Hermione snorted, clearly amused, "Get back to that cock, Mum. Sucking it is good for you, I've found. That old rumor about cum being good for your complexion is true in Harry's case."

"But I-"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Suck it, Mum. Now."

"Go on," Harry urged, "Hermione's not upset, and you know it. There's no reason to apologize. She's been watching for ten minutes, after all, you just didn't notice."

"But I-"

Hermione interrupted her again with her hand on the back of her mother's head, pushing her not-gently but not too-hard toward Harry's throbbing shaft. "Suck. After all, now you've just got one more thrilling little detail to regale Daddy with, don't you? Get that juicy, young-man cum all over your slutty face, Mum... It's what you want, isn't it?"

Harry groaned. He wasn't going to last much longer if Hermione kept talking like that. Especially not when Emma gave in and resumed bobbing. She wasn't deep-throating him any more, but now actively trying to make him orgasm...

And it was working.

"Yes, just like that," Harry groaned, "Hermione loves to-"

His girlfriend interrupted him, too, "Work his shaft with my hand, it's just enough to cover his bottom third. The upper parts I can take easily, fast, like a back-alley whore on a deadline to pay rent... I mean, really, Harry can just shag my face like my pussy, but when I'm trying to make him cum, that's how I do it. How far off are you, by the way...?"

"Less than a minute," he grunted, "if you keep talking like that. Shite, Hermione..."

Emma seemed almost offended that her daughter was doing more for him than herself, though that's not what Harry had meant at all. But she still followed Hermione's method, using one hand on his scrotum and the other to pump the bottom of his shaft in time with her mouth, and started bobbing, pulling on the out-stroke with as tight a seal as she could make, and looser on the way in to create maximum suction.

Then Hermione did something he didn't expect, and went further up onto the bed, behind her mother, to kneel behind her with the older woman between her legs... and reached a hand down her blouse from either side to cup the woman's breasts.

"H- Hermnffy," Emma moaned, "Whff..."

"Relax, Mum," the witch murmured into her ear, "it'll excite Harry... and that's what we want, isn't it? What do you think, Harry? Do you want me to play with her tits?"

"Yes, of course," Harry moaned, "Play with your Mum's tits for me, Hermione. Mrs. Granger, you just keep doing that... I'm getting r- really close."

He couldn't see much, because Mrs. Granger's white blouse was only open a couple of buttons and those were strained, the gap almost completely filled by Hermione's arms and her own neck. But he could see the shirt bulge and move as Hermione's hands shifted beneath it. His imagination ran wild, probably even more erotic than the actual sight would be, as he saw Hermione nibble on the shell of her mother's ear, then heard her whisper, "Do you like it when I pinch your nips, Mum? I think it's pretty hot."

"It's so wrong," Emma whimpered, but she didn't tell Hermione to stop in that moment when her mouth was free of cock. Instead, she shifted a hand to press one of Hermione's tighter into her chest, and resumed her rapid, intense bobbing.

"I don't care," Hermione continued, voice low and husky but no longer whispering, "I know what you and Dad were talking about. And we should talk, really, you and I... but I don't object. Shag Harry. Shag Harry with Dad. Maybe... just maybe, I'll watch. But I know you're sexy, Mum. I've known for years... I dreamed of growing up as beautiful as you."

"You have," Harry assured her quietly, more because he meant it than because his orgasm was drawing inexorably closer now.

"I know," she acknowledged gently, "but that's not my point. I love you, Mum. I want you to be happy... and if sharing Harry with you makes you happier, then do it. Fuck, it's making me randy just thinking about it. Cum for her, Harry... Cum all over Mum, cum in her mouth... I'll take the leavings. This time."

"Better get ready, then," Harry groaned, "You're both driving me crazy. It's... it's time. Shit, fuck, I-"

Hermione ripped with her elbows, and buttons popped as the white blouse opened, baring similar creamy, soft breast-tops as Hermione herself. Harry yanked himself free just in time, but Emma definitely got a mouthful of his thick, potent semen that made her flinch before he got the rest of his shaft out. The second through fifteenth shots plastered her face in thick ropes, two landed in her hair on either side, and at least six covered Emma's clavicle and around her breasts.

Then Hermione did something more brazen still: she reached down to grab her mother's jaw and turn face towards her own... then kissed her, sucking some of the semen off her mother's lips as she separated. "Not so bad at all, is it?"

"N... No," Emma whispered, gazing at her daughter's soulful eyes.

"Love you, Mum. Now, go show Daddy your prize. I need that cock in my own mouth, and dumping another load in my pussy."

"Y- Yes... Yes, I think I will," the older woman murmured, sounding dazed... but not upset.

"Bye, Mrs. Granger," Harry told her as she walked toward the door, "And yes, I enjoyed that a lot. See you later."

After she'd shut the door behind her, Hermione licked semen off his dick herself, "We'll need to talk, too, but Gods, Harry... I never thought that'd be so... brilliant. Please tell me you'll say yes."

"For you, anything," he told her, then smiled in joy and pleasure again as his girlfriend mirrored her mother's favorite activity.