A Mother's Blessing Part 2 (Harry/Patil Women)

I think this one might not get taken down, so I'm going to try posting it normally like this to start with.

Harry’s home had never been busier. For once, the front door felt like it was never shut, someone new always coming or going. Honestly, his girls had warned him about this, but he hadn’t fully understood until now. Their family was HUGE.

Sitting next to him at their dining room table, Parvati stroked his shoulder as they looked over event venues fit for a wedding. Beneath her clothes, her stomach had a visible bulge. Across the room behind them, reading a book on the couch, Padma had an identical bulge in her clothes. 

“How about this one?” Parvati suggested.

“Looks great,” Harry said.

Parvati sighed. “Harry, you’ve said that about every option.”

“They all look great!” Harry defended himself. “I’d be happy in a dump if I got to marry you there.”

His fiance leaned in, kissing his cheek.

“That’s sweet,” she said. “But it isn’t you that we have to impress. It’s my family. If they’re unhappy, they’ll keep nagging us forever. It doesn’t really matter, but I want to show them how wrong they are! I’ll have the best wedding, and then they can’t say anything!”

Parvati had always had a competitive streak. She cared more about Quidditch results than any of the other girls in their year. Come to think of it, maybe that was why she was so into him at a young age. Over time, that trait of hers hadn’t disappeared, though. Even as endless cousins cycled through their house, some visiting all the way from India for their wedding, Parvati had become increasingly motivated to make the event an enormous success.

Harry was mostly just trying to stay out of the way.

Mrs. Patil entered the room from the kitchen, three cousins following her, and walked them to the door to send them out. She was hobbling slightly. When one of the cousins asked about this, she laughed and said that she had been having back pain. Harry smirked.

She opened the door and waved as the cousins filed out. Suddenly, her eyes widened dramatically, and she jumped through the door, holding her arms out. Harry saw arms wrap around her in return, hugging her back.

A moment later, a woman he’d never met entered the house with suitcases floating behind her. She didn’t feel like a stranger, though, because she was 100% identical in appearance to Mrs. Patil, just with her hair in a ponytail instead of having it hanging loose.

“Auntie Arasha!” Padma said, shutting her book and standing up to hug the clone of her mother. “We’re so glad you could make it!”

“As am I, Padma,” said the woman, hugging her back, although she did stare judgmentally at Padma’s stomach for a moment first. 

“Auntie Arasha?” Harry whispered.

Parvati giggled. “Didn’t we ever tell you? We’re not the first twins in the family. Every generation has a pair, and our mom is one of them.”

Arasha turned her attention toward them.

“And you must be Harry,” she said. “I hear you are somewhat famous here.”

Her accent (and the fact that he had never heard of or seen her before) told him that she was from India. Her voice made it clear she didn’t believe he was a real celebrity, or if he was, then he shouldn’t have been. The disdain she gave off gave Harry nostalgia. Arasha was just like her twin before Harry had gotten to her!

Speaking of Mrs. Patil, she was currently looking at the floor, ringing her dress slightly. Hearing her sister abuse Harry verbally was making her think of the behavioral correction sessions she’d had in Harry’s bedroom. She pressed her thighs together underneath her dress to prevent her pussy from leaking.

“People talk about me some,” Harry said. “I don’t pay it much mind, to be honest.”

If she was hoping to get under his skin by belittling his fame, she was talking to the wrong bloke. Arasha sniffed and looked away.

Soon she stowed her luggage—because it turned out that Parvati and Padma had invited her to stay in their house—and returned to the conjoined kitchen. Arasha and her sister began cooking, catching up with each other as they went. Because there wasn’t a wall, just a counter in between the rooms, anyone in the dining room could hear everything that they said. But Arasha talked like they were totally in private.

“You surprised me, Ayra,” she said, which was Mrs. Patil’s name. “When I heard the news of this wedding, I thought someone was making it up. I never expected you to allow your daughter to marry some random boy.”

“Man,” Mrs. Patil said.

Arasha paused her cooking. “What was that?”

“Nothing!” Mrs. Patil said, blushing brightly. “Do not mind me. I was surprised about it myself. But sometimes… What can you do?”

They worked on dinner a little bit longer before Arasha said, “And Padma, too?”

Mrs. Patil flinched. “What about her?”

“What do you mean? She is with child, yet you have no clue who the father is! He could be any random person!”

Mrs. Patil glanced at Harry. “Ah, yes. No idea who it could be.”

Smirking, Harry raised his hand, beckoning her with a finger. Mrs. Patil dropped the kitchen implement she was using right away.

“You can finish the rest of this meal by yourself, right Arasha?” she said.

“What? I can, but where are you—”

Before she could finish, Mrs. Patil had fled the room. 

Although Arasha couldn’t see this, a counter blocking her sight, Mrs. Patil dove underneath the table. Parvati shook her head, turning to a new page as she worked on planning their wedding. Mrs Patil was actually staying with them as well at the moment, but not to work on the wedding. Her job was a lot simpler.

Mrs. Patil pulled open Harry’s fly, letting his monster cock loose. With zero hesitation she stuck her lips out like a bimbo, hollowing her cheeks and slurping on Harry’s dick. Her eyes were half shut as she gave into her natural calling as an instrument of Harry’s pleasure. Harry left one hand on the table, sticking the other underneath and laying it on her head.

This hand alternated between petting her glossy black hair like she was a pet and forcing her down like she was a hired whore. Mrs. Patil never complained, even as tears started to trail from her eyes. Spit was dripping onto her apron and plastering it to her huge bust. 

“What is that sound?” Arasha asked. “Is someone out there drinking?”

The thick, throaty gulps as Mrs. Patil slurped on Harry’s meat were reaching the kitchen, putting her off of her work. Harry could only imagine what her reaction would have been like if she saw what was actually making those noises.

Harry couldn’t have a guest feeling uncomfortable, though. He had to do something. Just to be polite, of course.

He pushed Mrs. Patil’s head down and didn’t let her up, holding her against his body. This created one loud gulp, then kept her completely quiet.

“I don’t hear anything,” Harry said.

“Strange. It seems to have stopped,” Arasha said.

She turned back to her cooking, ignoring them. Harry could feel tears running down his crotch as Mrs. Patil cried from a lack of air.

He finally let go of her, and she jerked her head back to his tip. Her appearance had been thoroughly messed up by now, including smeared mascara. To keep quiet and please Harry, instead of using her throat, she just sucked on his tip and used her hands to pleasure the rest of his manhood. Her fingers couldn’t close around his huge girth.

“I have left the food in the oven,” Arasha announced, returning to the dining room while toweling off her hands. “It will cook for an hour before it is ready. Now, where has Ayra gotten off to— BY THE GRACE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY!”

She entered the room just in time to witness Mrs. Patil get impatient and hurl her head back down Harry’s monster dick. It made her throat bulge out. Unable to hold back, Harry spewed his cum into her mouth. When Mrs. Patil pulled back, white streaks had joined her running mascara as they trailed down her face, cum pouring from her nostrils and mouth.

Parvati giggled, standing up.

“Don’t look so shocked, Auntie,” she said. “Padma and I can’t see to Harry’s needs right now, so SOMEONE has to.”

Arasha looked aghast. “You mean that the mysterious father of Padma’s child is—”

“We share him,” Padma said. “We have to. He’s too much of a beast to handle otherwise.”

Harry hauled Mrs. Patil up from under the table and bent her over on its top. His magic shredded her dress just like he shattered a vase on their first meeting. Her curvy moca figure was exposed to the room, Harry immediately slamming his dick into her from behind. He rammed her so hard that the entire table skidded forward slightly. Mrs. Patil immediately started screaming.

“Surely you saw how awkwardly Mom was moving today,” Parvati said.

“She said that she had back pain,” Arasha said, unable to tear her eyes away from the sex occuring in front of her. 

Parvati laughed. “I’m sure she does! After all, look what she’s been going through every night!”

Mrs. Patil’s cheeks jiggled wildly as Harry claimed her from behind. She long ago got accustomed to how fast and strong he was when he fucked her. Even if it exhausted her aging milf body, she couldn’t get enough. If he slowed down, she would only be upset.

“How could this happen?” Arasha said.

“Think about it.” Parvati rubbed her back. “We had to convince Mom to give us her blessing somehow. She really didn’t want to, let me tell you. But we gave her to Harry, and well, she can NEVER tell him no now. Do you see that face?”

Arasha stared at her twin sister’s face, identical in every way except that it had Harry’s cum all over it and her tongue out from the way she was getting fucked. Harry spanked her and Mrs. Patil moaned, orgasming obediently for him. She always loved when he started slapping.

“Parvati,” Padma said. “It’s about time we tell her, don’t you think?”

Parvati nodded, agreeing.

“Auntie we didn’t invite you to stay here for free,” she said.

“You didn’t?” Arasha mumbled, still staring at her twin cumming and mewling.

“This is too much for Mom alone. Just look at her, she’s breaking!” Parvati said. “Just like me and my sister can’t handle him alone, she needs help. He’ll really break her otherwise. Auntie, Mom needs HER sister.”

Harry’s thrusts began lifting Mrs. Patil’s feet off the ground. Her whole body briefly flew each time he collided with her.

“What does she need me to do?” Arasha mumbled.

“You already know,” Parvati said. “She just needs you to give in.”

Arasha had a husband of her own. Arranged, just like Mrs. Patil’s husband and the boys Parvati and Padma were supposed to be shopped off to. She had never seen someone like Harry, and knew deep down that she would never see someone like him again if she didn’t act now. But the good girl part of her brain begged her that this was wrong.

Harry grabbed Mrs. Patil’s hair, yanking it back with his strong grip. Her torso angled up, her huge breasts swinging. More importantly, though, was that she briefly had what looked like a ponytail as Harry held her dark hair tightly. Arasha reached back, touching her own ponytail, and was unable to keep from seeing herself in her sister’s position. Her resolve crumbled.

Harry emptied his balls all over Mrs. Patil’s insides. It ran down the insides of her thighs. When he pulled out of her, she fell on the table, twitching.

“Your turn!” Parvati said.

“Wait—” Arasha said.

It was too late. Padma had joined her sister, and together they quickly stripped her naked. Harry stepped up in front of her, and only now that he was standing there did she process how much BIGGER than her he was.

Harry grabbed her ass, his hands sinking into cheeks that were just as fat as her twin sister’s. Arasha moaned, pressing her face to his chest. He lifted her off of the ground, forcing her to wrap her hands around him.

Harry started thrusting into her. He did it hard and fast, making her tits bounce.

“Oh my God! I-It’s so big! I can barely… Mmm! Don’t stop!”

Soon Arasha was begging him to keep dicking her down forever. Harry carried her to the far wall, pressing her against it. The whole wall shook as he pounded her, biting and pulling on her breasts with his teeth. He fucked her just as hard as her sister, right up until he creampied her too. When he let go of her and she slid down the wall, Harry prowled back to Mrs. Patil, who had just recovered. He rolled her onto her side and fucked her holding one leg straight up. When he finally finished again with her, he walked back to Arasha and fucked her throat with her head pressed to the wall.

Parvati and Padma returned to the couch, watching happily. When a timer sounded in the kitchen, telling them the curry was ready, they went and served themselves and came back, eating on the couch. Harry was still fucking relentlessly. Right now, he had their mother folded in half on the floor, pinned down. Given that the food was ready, an hour had already passed, but it was another hour later when he finally ran out of steam.

His fiances warmed up a serving of dinner for him, and they sat with him while he ate at the table, all of them looking forward to the wedding. Mrs. Patil and her sister had been left on the couch, stacked in a cum covered pile and both completely unconscious.

LINE BREAK

The wedding was a smashing success. There were plenty of detractors from both sides of the family, but they had little to latch onto. This was, in part, because of Arasha and the mother of the bride, who damn near bit the head off of anyone who dared question the groom’s worthiness.

Harry kissed Parvati. Padma was the best woman, and they shared a playful peck at the altar as well, something that no one watching understood the true significance of. Mrs. Patil and Arasha cheered happily when they were married, clapping for the girls with bumps on their stomach.

Flash forward a few months, and those two would have bumps of their own. But at the time, no one knew that yet, and it was just one happy wedding.