You are a Stud, Harry. (Ch.3)

Harry Potter was sitting in an armchair, the room around him dark and empty and unfamiliar. It was Tonks' apartment. The last thing either Harry or her wanted was for Harry's cousin Dudley to stumble upon them engaged in THAT kind of roleplay.

Suddenly the fireplace blazed with emerald flames and a figure stumbled awkwardly into the living room.

Harry swallowed. Even if intellectually he knew what was coming and that Tonks' current appearance was nothing more than a guise to spice up their fucking, it was still incredible to see his mother breathing so close to him.

And not just for sentimental familial reasons.

Lily Potter as rendered by Tonks metamorphmagus talent was drop dread gorgeous. Perhaps if Harry's mother had lived long enough, time and stress of daily life would have diminished the redhead's looks. Perhaps. But the fantasy Tonks based on Harry's memories and pictures provided by Andromeda had no such issues.

She wasn't tall, barely reaching 5.5 feet on heels. Her cute round face was framed by a flowing mane of crimson hair that fell down to her lower back. Her breasts, enhanced by the pregnancy, stretched the woman's clothes most pleasantly, while her tight fit arse was supported by long shapely legs.

All in all, she was, as Dudley might have put it, a grade A MILF.

It said something about Harry that his first instinctual thought was not the kind a loyal loving son was supposed to have about his beautiful mother.

His cock stiffening and beginning to strain against the fabric of his pants, Harry got up and faced the newcomer.

"Wotcher, Harr- I mean, Hello darling." Tonks-turned-Lily stumbled over her words, pitching her voice lower and sultrier. The way she likely imagined, real Lily Evans spoke.

"Hi Mum." Harry said a tad awkwardly, but mustered his guts and stepped forward. "Fancy seeing you in a dress. A fancy dress no less."

'Fancy' was one word that could be used to describe Lily's attire, though 'slutty' was a more accurate descriptor. A black minidress barely reached past the curve of Lily's ass, leaving her shapely thighs and long legs free to be drooled over. Stiletto heels added a good three inches to her height, making her ass look even better. The dress also bared quite a bit of cleavage and Harry could swear she didn't wear a bra, with nipples likely hidden by some sort of pasties.

Tonks-turned-Lily blushed and moved a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Thank you…darling. I was just out with the girls, you know how it is." She stammered, blushing prettily.

"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Something…naughty?" He grinned.

Something wicked suddenly sparked in Tonks' eyes, currently as emerald green as Harry's. She stepped forward, swaying her hips as she invaded Harry's personal space. Tonks put the palm of her hand on Harry's chest and said in a breathy tone, the act drawing Harry's eyes to her full chest.

"Why, Harry, are you so interested in your mommy's sex life?" Tonks said, carnal implication dripping from her word 'mommy'.

It was a miracle born in South Asian sweatshops that Harry's pants didn't burst from strain placed on them by Harry's erect cock. It was all but begging Harry to sink it into Tonks' tight wet cunt and pump her womb full of seed.

Harry held back, if only barely. He was enjoying the game and it wouldn't do to blow it quite this early.

"Well Mum, I am just worried that you were out acting like a whore." Harry shrugged and brazenly grabbed Lily's hip.

Eyes wide, Lily stared at her son, her mouth opening and closing as if she was a dumb goldfish and not a full fledged witch.

"Her lips would look so pretty sucking on my cock." A thought flashed in Harry's mind while he was squeezing and caressing his mother's hip.

"Harry, you can't speak like that to me!" Tonks-turned-Lily said a touch too shrilly for Harry's taste. Something to specify for the future, Harry thought.

"Why not?" Harry asked and pushed forth, pressing Lily against the wall.

He was feeling great, looming over the woman. She was so helpless, defenceless and unable to put up any resistance should Harry decide to simply take what he wanted.

But Harry wasn't going to. It would be much more fun to see the will and dignity Tonks pretended to have, crumble and collapse.

"It's not like gaggles of older witches cruising for cock is such a rare sight." Harry continued. "It's not like I haven't had to deal with them myself."

Cheeks flushed and her eyes blazing with pretend anger, Tonks-turned-Lily replied:

"And what if I am?" She jabbed her finger into Harry's chest. "I am not getting any younger and with your father dead, I need someone to dick me down."

Something hot, hungry and animalistically possessive kindled in Harry's gut. To his primal instincts, even his mother was nothing more than a mare to be mounted and bred.

Lily's covert look at the tent he was pitching wasn't helping. Each time Harry caught his mother looking, his cock twitched and throbbed, eager to be shown off.

Harry moved his hand, tracing the line of Lily's hip until it went past the hem of her dress. Tonks shuddered and Harry could feel the heat radiating off her pussy.

Harry took a deep breath. He could smell a faint scent of what he had recently learned was feminine arousal. The bitch was dripping with desire.

Lily shuddered, but Tonks was still putting up pretences.

"You could have come to me." Harry said mildly even as his fingers inches closer and closer toward Tonks' pussy. "You wouldn't be the first desperate housewife to come jonesing for my cock."

"You are my son!" Tonks said reasonably, even though there was no hiding the way her hips parted as if inviting further, bolder exploration from Harry's fingers.

"So?" Harry asked. "I fucked mother-daughter pairs before. Their blood relation didn't stop them from making out and fighting over my cum."

Lily blushed, but Harry knew it was Tonks' reaction.

"T-that's…different." Lily stammered. "Just because those sluts-" She cut herself off.

Harry tsk-ed.

"How judgemental of you." He said. "Tell you what. Let's put that prudishness of yours to the test."

With a predatory grin, Harry whipped out his erect cock. The intimidating pillar of flesh slapped against his stomach, the blood pressure triumphing over gravity.

Tonks' eyes widened, the green eyes of Lily Evans devouring the sight of Harry's throbbing cock. If Harry were a normal teenager he would have been embarrassed to have his privates seen. He wasn’t.

“Morgana.” Tonks gasped, her eyes unable to look away from Harry’s throbbing phallus.

Harry wasn’t sure if this was Tonks’ genuine reaction or she was just that good at roleplaying, but the young metamorphmagus looked utterly spellbound by his cock. Her arms inched closer and closer to it, until finally she gripped it with both hands.

“Yeah, and it gets bigger.”

Bigger!? Lily watched as the cock grew even larger and harder, pushing past what she thought possible. Morgana’s tits. The mighty phallus did get bigger, now throbbing furiously with thick veins criss-crossing on its shaft. Its cockhead was red with stress, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to sink into the available pussy.

The penis wasn’t just long, it was girthy; a huge fat cock, all in all. Tonks struggled to recall any man whose manhood could even remotely compare. Compared to their slender wands, Harry had a beater’s bat between his legs.

The young auror turned MILF kept mindlessly stroking Harry’s length with both hands, feeling the heat emanating from the largest dick she has ever seen. Her breathing became more erratic, the redhead rapidly growing more aroused. Morgana’s tits, it was fully erect and pressing into her waist, reaching above her navel!

“Do you know what this cock is for, slut?”

Lily gulped. Harry’s tone had changed, unsettling her. Yet for some reason, her loins heated up even more.

“Harry, darling. This is not how you speak with your mother.” She said, her voice shaky.

“This is how I speak to needy sluts.” Harry suddenly slapped her breasts, making Tonks wince in pain as her udders swung. “I asked you a question, bitch. Do you know what this cock is for?”

“N-no,” she stammered. Nymphadora Tonks, an up and coming auror and a certified badass, stammered in front of a boy almost eight years her junior. “I don’t know.”

Harry moved a bit, rubbing the tip of his dick against her toned, flat stomach. Lily didn’t know when or how, but Harry had vanished her dress, leaving her standing naked in her heels.

“My cock is for scrambling some needy bitch’s guts, and breeding them deep.” Harry growled.

Tonks-turned-Lily shuddered at his answer. Morgana, would she even be able to handle something this large? Tonks had seen the effect Harry’s cock had on her mother, even now Andromeda was most likely lying at home, fucked utterly stupid.

“Suck it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Give me a blowjob.” Harry commanded. “Right now.”

“I, I don’t think this is appropriate.” she replied. It was hard to maintain her commitment to the roleplay. The temptation to simply give in to her urges was almost too strong to resist. Somehow Tonks held on. Despite the throbbing ache in her pussy. Or the size of her ‘son’s’ big, fat cock. “Look, it’s not too late. We can just go back to––”

Lily’s words were cut off almost immediately as Harry pulled her in for a deep kiss. Her son devoured her, his tongue intertwining with hers as their lips moved against each other. Wrapping his arms around her slender waist, he had leaned his head down in a passionate fashion. The young man didn’t miss the chance to grab his ‘mother’s’ buttocks, fondling them furiously and with great vigour.

It was a dominant move. One that immediately sent Tonks breeding instincts into a frenzy.

She melted right into him.

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Lily’s warm wet mouth engulfed Harry’s throbbing manhood, swallowing more than half in the first try. The redhead slut moaned, sending vibrations up Harry’s dick. She didn’t remain idle, immediately starting a blowjob at a furious pace.

Harry threw his head back and groaned. Minerva and Andromeda both were very experienced and very skilled cocksuckers, but there was no beating the sheer natural slutty talent the young metamorphmagus possessed.

“For all your protests, you really are a closet slut.” Harry smirked, running his hands through ‘Lily’s’ crimson hair.

Tonks’ half-lidded eyes, clouded with a haze of lust, had trouble focusing on the male towering over her.

“That’s right,” Harry huffed. “suck it hard, just like that. Take in more of my cock, slut.” Harry said, pistoning his cock in and out of Tonks’ throat.

Tonks-turned-Lily complied without a hint of protest, the sexy MILF having surrendered to her ‘son’s’ domineering presence.

Sloppy noises echoed throughout the room, obscene sounds music to Harry’s ears. Lily had taken the liberty of fondling his balls, lathering her son’s hefty scrotum. Her emerald eyes moved down, studying the sheer size of his testicles. It was no doubt the biggest pair she had ever seen, dwarfing all the other men she was with.

In a cockdrunk trance, the young metamorphmagus continued working his shaft and focused her gaze solely on her new bull’s incredible genitalia. Harry was beginning to learn to recognize that look of hers. He’d already seen it twice before.

It was a look of wonder and curiosity. Look of awe and amazement. Look of sexual need and desire.

Harry would be lying if he said this look didn’t do wonders for his ego. Growing up with Dursley’s left him unused to positive validation, but the more he saw this sort of looks coming from gorgeous women, the more Harry learned about where he stood compared to the women of the magical world.

Tonks continued to suck on his cock, one hand working his thick shaft and the other kneading his heavy balls that were full with hot cum. Her actions were more enthusiastic than they were skilled, but before long Harry began to feel familiar signs of impending orgasm.

“That’s good!” Harry had now gripped her head with both hands. Securely handling her hair, he began to aggressively thrust into the back of her throat.

Sensing him take control, Lily had instinctively removed her hand from his cock, leaving one just to continue fondling his ballsack. The other, now free of fellatio, found itself inside her vagina. Roughly fingering herself, Tonks eagerly awaited her son-turned-master’s orgasm.

She didn’t have to wait for long.

“That’s right!” Harry growled, his hips a blur pistoning his cock in and out of Lily’s gullet. “Take it all!”

His first load shot down her throat––warm and sticky and delightful. Rope after rope of his virile seed was ejected out of his penis and into her mouth. The flood of semen made Tonks gag from sheer volume.

Once Harry pulled away, Lily opened her mouth, eagerly showing off all the hot yummy cum she had collected on her tongue. With a look of impish delight, Lily swallowed the load.

Harry felt his now semi-flaccid penis twitch.

No other words needed to be exchanged between this pretend mother-son pair. With a grin and an eager look, Lily laid on her back and spread her legs wide, showing off her pussy that had been weeping with arousal all this time.

With a savage hungry grin, Harry thrust his cock forward into Lily’s waiting cunt.

“Aaaah, fuck!” Tonks screamed, filling so very full.

In one thrust Harry filled her needy pussy, his girth and length pushing her cunt to the limit and after slamming against her cervix, kissing the entrance to her womb. The penetration was so swift, so sudden, Tonks’ body had no time to use her metamorphmagus talents to adjust her body. Now that she had time, Tonks didn’t increase the size of her cunt to make things easier on her. On the contrary, she tightened herself up, now feeling every bump and every vein throbbing on Harry’s magnificent manhood.

Harry grabbed his newest slut’s ankles and pushed them forward, folding Tonks in half into a classical pose. Nobody had taught it to Harry. He had never even seen it in porn. But the primal instincts sealed deep within his DNA held all the instructions he needed.

Harry folded his ‘mother’ into a mating press, pistoning his cock in and out with intensifying vigour, his hips slamming into Lily’s, who could do nothing but moan and take what her lover was giving her.

“It’s sooo big!” Tonks mewled. “It feels amaaazing!”

Harry smirked.

“Have you ever had a cock this big inside you?”

“No!” she replied. “You’re the biggest! Unngh, uh, fuck!”

Tonks’ eyes had rolled up in her head as her ‘son’s’ enormous cockhead battered its way into her womb. It felt good––so fucking good. Prior instances of sex had never made her lose herself so much. Perhaps the dry spell which led to her current fucked-silly state.

Or maybe it was just Harry’s huge, juicy cock.

The red-haired woman moaned some more as Harry pulled her in closer, with one of his palms on her neck. Almost choking her, Harry rutted his newest bitch with animalistic vigour.

Her vaginal muscles clamped on his cock, but that didn’t stop him from fucking her roughly

Tonks could feel the familiar pressure rising between her thighs.

“Ahn, ah, agh, Morgana’s tits!” She screamed in pleasure. “I’m––fuck! I’m fucking cumming!”

Her cunt muscles spasmed, clenched and constricted around Harry’s throbbing cock, releasing waves of feminine juices, desperately trying to milk a fresh dose of Harry’s seed.

Harry was roughly fucking Tonks, his teeth gritted, his emerald eyes ablaze with powerful primal magic. Each time he slammed his hips against Tonks’, his cock would reach deep into her cunt, planting sloppy passionate kisses on the entrance to her womb.

Eventually something had to give and this time it was Tonks’ womb. Subconsciously, her metamorphmagus powers adjusted her womb, allowing Harry to plunge deep into Tonks’ womb.

The young auror could feel her young lover’s outrageously big cock pistoning in and out of her most sacred place, reshaping it to his tastes.

Her eyes rolled back, pleasure and humiliation too much for her to handle. Her back arched, her toes curled, Tonks came soaking the floor beneath her with her feminine juices.

With almost a roar of triumph, Harry sheathed himself inside of this willing redhead slut and let it go, flooding Tonks’ womb, treating it as a disposable cum toilet to be used and abused at his leisure.

Harry grinned when Tonks twitched unconsciously.  He knew in his bones that his seed had taken root in her.

Harry licked his lips, imagining all the delightful daughters his ‘mommy’ was going to give him.

The journey to Hogwarts was looming in Harry’s future, but surprisingly he found he wasn’t worried. If witches there were anything like the ones in the real world, then Harry’s biggest problem was going to be finding time for all of them.