Veela Tradition (Part 3)(Exclusive)

Veela Tradition

Part 3

Fleur groaned as she got up from her desk. Raising her arms above her head, she stretched out her body. She was aware of the multiple sets of eyes taking in her form. Fleur didn’t mind though. She was used to it at this point in her life. Over the years, she even started to enjoy it when men and women undressed her with their eyes. It kept her feeling young.

After another hard day of work, she was ready to go home and enjoy a long weekend with her family. She was especially looking forward to her customary Friday night massage that she received from Harry. He, of course, offered to give her massages any time that she wanted, but Fleur liked having them only once a week. It made them more special and worth the wait in her opinion. Grabbing her bag, she went to the lobby and walked up to one of the open fireplaces. Already her coworkers were walking her way, hoping to get out of the office as fast as possible. Not wanting to cause a line to form, she grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder and tossed it in. Stepping into the green flames, she called out her address and was whisked away.

Seconds later, she was spat out of the fireplace of her home. She sighed happily at the familiar setting. She breathed in deeply. She could smell the scent of freshly baked cookies. Harry always baked cookies after he finished work on Fridays. He got off sooner than her, and Hermione wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours. He said that it was a nice treat for the women in his life. Fleur wouldn’t deny that. She and Hermione would practically devour the entire two dozen. Everything was perfect, the smell of cookies, the birds chirping outside, the pleasured moans of her daughter … Fleur stopped short. Dropping her bag on the floor, she followed the sounds up the stairs and into her daughter’s room. On the bed, facedown, Victoire was completely nude while Harry lathered her body in oil. Victoire bit her lip and squealed when Harry’s finger moved a little closer to the cleft between her legs. Fleur huffed and crossed her arms over her ample chest. She cleared her throat loudly. Harry looked up and smiled cheekily at her.

“Welcome home, honey!” he teased her. Fleur sniffed.

“I believe that it is supposed to be my time,” she raised her perfect eyebrow. She watched as Harry’s fingers “accidentally” brushed against her daughter’s taut, hairless lips. They opened slightly, showing her light pink insides that were shining with arousal. The room was heavy with the smell of wet pussy. The atmosphere made her own nipples crinkle and turn hard. All she could think about was being in her daughter’s place and having Harry’s hands all over her body.

“You know that Victoire has always been a greedy, little trollop,” he stated, this time teasing the young woman under his ministrations. He pinched her clit which made her squeak loudly and made her body jump. “But you’re right. It is your time, my love,” he said, smiling at his long-time lover. He slapped Victoire on the ass. “Help me massage your mother. Once she’s satisfied, I’ll finish you up,” he commanded. Victoire pushed herself up so that she was standing on her knees. Her oily, nude body drew his attention. He couldn’t help but reach out and caressed one of her small breasts before turning back to Fleur.

“Strip down,” he told her. Fleur blushed deeply but did as he commanded. Her heart began to beat faster and faster. She had already been intimate with Harry with the younger girls around, but this would be the first time that it was only her and her daughter. Even so, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor.

“Help your mother,” he told Victoire while watching them. He had his long, fat cock in his hand and was stroking it slowly. With pink cheeks, Victoire got off the bed and moved behind Fleur. She unclipped her mother’s bra and removed it from her shoulders. She could feel the heat radiating from her mother. Veela were very warm-blooded and tended to hate the cold. “Keep going,” Victoire heard Harry say.

Dropping down to her knees, she unbuttoned her mother’s skirt and began to pull it down. Fleur wiggled her hips to help, and soon, she was stepping out of the garment. Harry got up and pulled Fleur to the bed. Laying her down on her back, he lifted one of her heeled feet up. “Do the other.”

Victoire shyly grabbed her mother’s other foot and slowly removed her shoe. Hearing her mother moan, she looked at Harry and saw him massaging it. Gathering her courage, she too began massaging her mother’s foot.

Fleur bit her lip sexily as both of her feet were massaged at the same time. She often complained about being on her feet all week, so Harry paid special attention to them during their time together. Her breath hitched as his thumb dug into her arch. When her daughter began doing the other, Fleur felt as though she was in heaven. Her white, lace panties were becoming damp with arousal leaking from between her perfect, pink petals. Unable to help herself, she grabbed her tits and started fondling them. Pinching her lovely nipples, she twisted them softly and pulled on them a bit. She noticed Harry’s hand moving further up her leg. Suddenly, her legs were pushed apart. Spread wide open, she shuddered as Harry and Victoire stood between her open legs and stared down at the wet patch that had formed on the crotch of her ruined panties.

A deep shudder wracked her body as Victoire sat on her heels between her mother’s legs. The wet patch on her panties was large, and she could see the slight bump that indicated exactly where her hard clit was located. She blushed madly when she realized that her mother was eyeing her nude, glistening body. She was on full display, and it didn’t help matters when Harry’s fingers nestled between her perky cheeks and began to toy with her puckered hole. “Take her panties off,” Harry told her. His hand moved further down so that he was now cupping the entirety of her slick pussy. He groped her sloppy wet cunt as Victoire reached out with her hands.

“Use your teeth,” he corrected her. Victoire gasped and looked at him wildly. He smiled while his fingers were rubbing circles over her throbbing clit. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she moaned like a slut. With nothing left to do, she bent down. Being in a better position, she squealed when Harry inserted the tip of his finger into her asshole. She looked back with wide eyes, but he was still smirking at her. “Go on,” he ordered. Trembling, she nodded.

Her face hovered over her mother’s covered crotch. The heat was intense, and her scent was overwhelming. Gently biting the waistband of her panties, she scooted back to help pull them down. By doing so, she drove his finger deeper into her asshole. Victoire let out a squeal as he went knuckle-deep. Thankfully, Fleur helped her by wiggling out of them while her boyfriend began finger-fucking her daughter in the ass. Victoire proved how much of a slut she was. Placing her hands on Fleur’s thighs, she mashed her face into the bed and lifted her ass high into the air. Fleur was now forced to watch as Harry violated her daughter’s asshole. A bead of arousal leaked from her overheated pussy and dripped down between the crack of her ass while Victoire wiggled and moaned in pleasure. Sneakily, she let her hand slide down from her breast, over her slim belly, and onto her perfectly smooth mound. She moved them down just a little lower until her fingertips brushed against her throbbing clit. As her finger flicked the hard bead, she arched her back and moaned along with Victoire.

“Are you feeling needy?” Harry asked her. Fleur bit her lip and nodded, embarrassed at having to admit it.

“Yes, ‘Arry,” she moaned. “I need you to make me feel good,” she jerked as her fingers began to rub her clit.

Victoire was squeezing Fleur’s thighs and moaning into the sheets as this was going on. By then, Harry’s finger was rapidly pistoning in and out of her oiled-up asshole. She squealed when he suddenly pulled it out. She felt the tip of his absurdly large penis being pushed between her lips. Victoire suddenly cried out when he bunched her long, blonde hair into a ponytail and pulled her head back. She was now face to face with her mother’s dripping wet pussy. Harry slammed his hips forward and penetrated her to the hilt. Her body was jerked forward, and suddenly, her mother’s hot, wet pussy was against her mouth. Harry wasted no time as he began to fuck her. With every thrust, her mouth was mashed into her mother’s slit. Her hip began to sting as Harry slapped it. “Start licking. Your mother works hard and deserves a treat,” he told her. Immediately, her tongue snaked out of her mouth.

Fleur’s eyes fluttered at the naughtiness of the situation. Her legs parted even further as she felt the warm, soft tongue of her daughter flicking against her bead before moving down to her slit. The sounds of slurping quickly followed, letting her know exactly how wet she was. In front of her, the flesh of Victoire’s upturned ass was rippling as Harry started fucking her even harder. Her daughter moaned even harder, causing wonderful vibrations to tickle her pussy. Squeezing her tits and tugging on her nipples, Fleur arched her back and cried out when Harry made Victoire suck on her clit.

Victoire treated the pussy in her mouth as if she was the one being licked. She sucked on the hard nub and massaged it with her tongue at the same time. She found it difficult to concentrate though, as Harry pulled his cock from her pussy and placed the head against her tightest hole. He added pressure, and Victoire closed her eyes as the head forced her hole open. Once he was in, she squealed as he penetrated her inch after inch.

“Her ass feels great!” Harry groaned, holding onto Victoire’s hair while he slowly stretched her asshole. “How does her mouth feel?” he asked Fleur. By how much the MILF was wiggling and squirming, he could tell that her mouth was almost as good as her ass.

“Divine!” Fleur cried out, grabbing her daughter by the back of her head. Harry watched as the older Veela began fucking her daughter’s face. Her pussy juice was smeared all over the teen’s face as she got closer to release. Harry’s hips were beginning to move faster. In and out his cock jackhammered into her stretched ass. He loved hearing her squeals, and when he reached under her, he felt that her pussy was drenched in her fluid. When he pinched her clit, Victoire couldn’t take any more. Crying out, she thrashed around as she experienced a powerful analgasm. Harry was forced to pull out as she rolled onto her back. Fleur watched as Harry stroked his cock and painted her daughter’s tits and belly in his sticky cum. Almost there as well, Fleur straddled her daughter’s belly and ground her hips around, using her arousal and Harry’s cum as lubricant. Harry’s hands reached around her, one grabbing her tit while the other started rubbing her clit.

Fleur’s hips were practically a blur as she used Victoire’s belly as a sex toy. Finally, Harry forced his fingers into her and curled them. As her g-spot was stimulated, she screamed and sprayed Victoire’s belly with her girl cum. With every pulse of her orgasm, more of her fluids squirted from her cumming pussy. When finally she was done, she collapsed forward and cuddled with her daughter. She began chittering and mewling when she felt Harry continue with his massage. Not an inch of her body was left untouched.