A Mother's Favor (Part 2)

A Mother’s Favor

Part 2

“Harry!” Hermione squealed and laughed as Harry tickled her leg once again. “Stop, you idiot!” she cried out, smacking his hand away. Harry just smiled cheekily and placed his hand back on the bare skin of her leg. They were lounging on the couch in the reading room of Hermione’s house during Harry’s week-long stay with the Grangers.

“You’re supposed to be a good host and entertain me, you know?” he said, as his hand gently slid over her soft and smooth skin. As it climbed over her knee, he gave her thigh a squeeze, causing her to blush.

“Reading is entertaining. Perhaps not to a Neanderthal like you … HARRY!” she squealed, not able to finish her cheeky response before he pulled her flat on her back, causing her book to fall to the floor. Harry’s fingers slid up the bottom of her shirt and danced over her slim belly and onto her ticklish ribs. Hermione was laughing loudly and squirming out of control. Eventually, Harry ended up on top of her with Hermione breathing heavily with pink cheeks.

Being flirty wasn’t anything new from him. Hermione was used to it by then. She often wondered if he was only flirting for fun, or if he planned to actually make a move someday. Even so, when he leaned in and brushed his lips against the side of her neck, Hermione gasped and tilted her head to the side, giving him more room to operate. She bit her lip cutely when his soft and warm lips touched her burning skin.

“You smell really good,” Harry told her, gently nipping at her tender skin. Hermione’s young body erupted in goosebumps as she parted her legs slightly, letting him fall between them.

“T-Thank you,” she replied as her eyes fluttered. She could feel her hard nipples brushing against the inside of her bra. Now she wished that she hadn’t worn the damn thing. She wanted as little as possible between her body and his. His lips opened slightly, and he began sucking on her neck. Hermione squirmed against him, feeling an ever-growing tingle between her legs.

“Oh, Harry,” she gasped as she rubbed herself against him. Gently she ground her pussy on the bulge in his trousers. She desperately wished that her shorts weren’t in the way. His hand continued up her stomach until his fingertips dipped underneath the bottom of her bra cup. When his fingers brushed over the underside of her breast, Hermione gasped wildly and arched her back. Just then, they heard the door to the house open up.

“I’m back!” Emma cried out. She had gone out to pick up a few things that she had needed for dinner that night. Hermione squeaked and jumped in surprise. She pulled Harry’s hand from inside of her shirt and looked at him with a blush. She cleared her throat and got up. Straightening her clothes, she walked out of the room like nothing had happened. Harry chuckled at her behavior. Sooner or later, he’d have her all to himself. He couldn’t wait until he was between Hermione’s spread legs, taking pleasure from her beautiful body. In the meantime, taking pleasure from her mother’s body definitely wasn’t something to sneeze at. He stood up and adjusted his trousers so that they wouldn’t be able to see his raging erection.

As he walked into the kitchen, he saw Hermione helping her mother unload the brown paper bag containing her purchases. Seeing a bottle on the table, Harry picked it up and read the label. “Red wine?” he asked. Emma smiled at him.

“I thought that we could have a couple of glasses during dinner,” she told him. Hermione happily cheered.

“I love red wine!” she said, taking the bottle from him and placing it on the dinner table. Hermione then went back to her room, probably to finish reading until dinner was ready. Harry, however, was busy staring at Emma’s backside as she stretched to put away something on the top shelf of her cabinet. She was on her tip-toes and struggling to put it away when Harry walked over and placed his hands on her hips. He funneled magic into his body briefly and lifted her up. Emma squeaked in fright from suddenly being lifted. She looked down at him and huffed when she saw him smiling. She put the can away and was set back on the ground. Harry didn’t remove his hands from her wide hips, and Emma didn’t ask him to. Instead, his hands moved up to her sides and slid underneath her sweater. His warm hands explored her soft belly and even climbed up to squeeze her braless tits. Emma moaned and leaned back against him, grinding her ass against his crotch.

“I can’t wait for tonight!” Emma gasped out as he pinched her hard nipples. Her back suddenly arched as she pressed her breasts even harder into his hands.

“I can’t wait either,” Harry smirked as he smelled her hair. He had been there for two days already and Emma had been relentless in bed, often keeping him up most of the night. It seemed that she was taking every advantage that she could get while he was here. She had told him that she had been going through a bit of a sexual dry spell after her divorce. Harry was more than happy to fill the gap as it were. “I love how tight you are,” he told her, reaching down and cupping her pussy through her jeans. Emma shuddered and ground her jeans-covered pussy all over his palm.

“That’s because you’re way bigger than my former husband. He could never stretch me like you do,” she complimented him as her body was wracked with mini orgasms. She suddenly turned her head and kissed him deeply. She wasted no time in sticking her tongue into his mouth while they passionately made out. Really getting into it, she reached back and threaded her fingers through his hair, and pulled him in closer. Sadly, their fun had to end for the time being. As they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, Harry broke free from her, and she quickly fixed herself up before her daughter burst into the kitchen.

“Harry? What are you doing down here? Come up to my room!” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. Emma rolled her eyes and continued cooking their dinner for that night.

Hermione held his hand tightly all the way up the stairs and into her room. Once in, she shut the door and hopped onto the bed. Seeing her body language, Harry smirked as he knew what she wanted. She wanted to continue their activities from earlier. He decided to tease her a bit. He got onto her bed and laid by her side as she sat Indian-style and pretended to read. He could see her peeking at him from the corner of her eye. Harry closed his eyes and relaxed as he slid his hand up the back of her shirt. He felt her shudder as his fingers began to glide up her spine. He moved his hand around onto her side and lowered it. He could feel her ribs underneath a layer of smooth and blemish-free flesh. As his hand went back up, the side of it touched the bottom of her breast. Harry wanted to chuckle, but he refrained from doing so. It seemed that his dear Hermione had decided to remove her bra during his absence. He let his fingertips gently graze the incredibly soft skin of her breast. Her body trembled under his touch, and he felt her scoot over just a tad. Harry let his hand fall from inside of her shirt and it landed on her smooth leg. Like before, he allowed it to explore the smoothness of her skin. When he began tickling the back of her knee, Hermione had finally had enough.

The sexy bookworm tossed her book aside and threw a leg over his lap. As she straddled him, she leaned down and kissed him deeply while her hips slowly started rolling back and forth. Harry moaned into her mouth before he broke the kiss.

“Jeez, Hermione! What’s gotten into you?” he said, teasing her. Her cheeks lit up, but she never stopped moving against him. Instead of answering him, she just closed her eyes and kissed him again. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and he felt her moan deeply when Harry’s hand went back up her shirt and cupped her dangling breast. Harry could feel the weight of her warm breast in his palm as he gently squeezed and massaged it. Her nipple was incredibly hard as he rubbed circles on it with the pad of his thumb. Hermione, meanwhile, was busy dry humping him like there was no tomorrow. She had just thrown her head back and squealed quietly through an orgasm when her mother called them down for dinner. Harry huffed as Hermione jumped off of him nervously and scampered away, leaving him with a major case of blue balls. He trudged downstairs to meet the two girls.

Dinner was wonderful. They ate while chit-chatting about this and that. During dinner, he could feel Emma’s foot rubbing the crotch of his jeans as she spooned food into her mouth while trying not to smirk at his pink cheeks. When dinner was over, he felt as if he were about to blow. Emma had paperwork for her dental practice to attend to, so Hermione dragged him back to her room. Instead of “fun time” however, she preferred to watch one of her favorite movies on her television. Pushing him down on the bed, she curled up next to him and rubbed his chest and belly while watching it. It appeared that the orgasm that she had earlier really mellowed her out. Harry wished that he could claim that he felt the same way, but sadly he was hung out to dry by the devilish girl. When the time came, he felt no sympathy when Emma put a mild sleeping potion in her tea. As they both drank it, Harry remained wide awake while Hermione grew tired. After he put Hermione to bed properly, he went to Emma’s room where she waited patiently.

As he walked into her room, he saw her standing there completely nude. His cock had been hard since before dinner, so he had trouble keeping himself from immediately jumping her. “Time for your treatment,” she told him, smiling as she held up the salve. Harry nodded and removed his clothes. As she started rubbing the salve all over his damaged area, she decided to tease him. Her big, lovely breasts were rubbing against his skin as she massaged the salve into his chest. Emma peeked her head around him and saw his cock sticking straight out, ready to plunge deep into her.

“It looks like you’re quite eager,” she giggled as she finished rubbing the salve into his chest. Her hand then slid down and wrapped around his cock. With her other hand, she handed him his potion and continued to jack him off while he quickly drank it down. This time, the effects were almost immediate. Harry slowly turned around with a wild look in his eyes. Emma squeaked and backed off for a second while Harry stalked forward. Both girls had been teasing him for too long, and now poor Emma was paying the price.

“HARRY!” she screamed out in ecstasy as her toes curled painfully and her pussy clenched tightly. She was pressed against the wall of her room being viciously fucked like a jackhammer drilling through an asphalt road. She buried her face in his shoulder as his massive cock repeatedly plowed directly into her g-spot. Pussy juice was leaking out of her sloppy cunt in a non-stop stream, wetting the patch of carpet right underneath her.

An hour later, she was on her bed begging him for mercy as he brutalized her asshole. With every thrust, her pussy would eject a spray of girl cum onto her bed, making her room smell of pussy. Harry would spend hours violating every inch of her sexy body. By morning time, she was walking like she had just run a marathon the day before, and she certainly wasn’t going to complain.