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Growth Spurt Chapter 45
🕑 Added 2025-02-28 04:32:22 +0000 UTC“So THIS is why you kids keep disappearing!” Mrs. Weasley said. “This whole time… This whole ENTIRE time…”
Harry winced. He wondered what would happen. Would she get so mad she threw him out? It was possible. Mrs. Weasley was ordinarily very kind, sometimes too kind, but she could also get very angry and worked up. This was her daughter Harry had been banging… and it was obvious it wasn’t a traditional relationship. All you had to do was look at Penelope’s cum covered body where she lay passed out.
Mrs. Weasley rushed forward. Harry winced. He waited for a slap or some kind of screaming.
When he opened his eyes, Ginny had been enveloped in a large cushioned hug, her head buried between her mother’s A+ melons.
“Oh, Ginny!” she said. “I’m so proud!”
“What?” Ginny squawked.
“Mrs. Weasley… You’re not mad?” Harry asked.
Mrs. Weasley released Ginny, who looked shell shocked by the way her head had just been pulled into her mum’s cleavage.
“Mad? Why would I be mad?” Mrs. Weasley said. “My little girl is all grown up, and she picked a good one. You’re like an honorary son, Harry. I can’t think of anyone I’d would've been happier to walk in on her with!”
“Geez, Mom, stop talking like we’re married,” Ginny said.
“Of course. I know what it’s like. I had my own trysts before Arther. Why, without the techniques I learned from those wild nights, I doubt we’d have kept at it until we made you, Ginny!”
By this point, Ginny was redder than her hair. She pushed her mother away by the stomach. “If you’re so happy about this, then get out already, Mom?”
“Why?” Mrs. Weasley refused to be moved. “This seems like a perfect chance for a bit of bonding. I always wanted girls. We had to try so many times, but eventually we got you! You’ve always been such a tomboy, Ginny, that I had trouble finding things to teach you. But now, we’ve found common ground!”
“Common ground!?” Ginny said.
“Mhm.” Mrs. Weasley nodded. “We both love big thick dicks!”
Suddenly it was Harry’s turn to be embarrassed. Mrs. Weasley dropped down next to where he was standing and grabbed his dick. She poked it and felt it up, inadvertently getting lipstick and other residue on her hand. She looked at her daughter, who had now curled into a mortified ball on the chair.
“You picked a real monster for your first one,” she said. “He’s even bigger than his father was!”
Harry choked. “How would you know what my dad was like down there?”
Mrs. Weasley gave him one of her usual motherly smiles, which had a different effect when she was casually jerking his cock as she spoke.
“The first war was very stressful, Harry,” she said. “Us Order members never knew when a night might’ve been our last, so we did anything to destress. One night, Lily invited me up to their room, and I was hardly going to refuse. James Potter was very handsome— as handsome as you’ve grown up to be!” Molly sighed wistfully. “Those nine inches left me sorer than I’ve ever been before or since.”
Ginny looked torn between covering her eyes and covering her ears. Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes.
“Be a big girl already and get over here,” she said.
Ginny’s lust won out. As uncomfortable as she was doing this around her mother, she was entirely too horny to just sit there when Harry’s dick was so close. She slid off the chair and got down on her knees like her mother was, except Ginny was completely naked.
Harry could see the resemblance as they knelt in front of him. It wasn’t just the hair, even their faces were similar. But Ginny’s body was perky and athletic, while even through her clothes he could see Molly was thick and curvy. Ginny reached out, grabbing his dick the way her mother had.
“Good.” Molly let go of Harry to grab Ginny’s wrists. “Now, just like I was doing it. Get to it!”
Ginny moved her fingers along Harry’s shaft. Her grip was tight, and he could feel how warm her palms were. However, the movements were jerky. Her wrists were locked, making for a worse sensation than if Harry had been using his own hand.
Mrs. Weasley squeezed Ginny's hands, pulling them off of Harry.
“That’s not it Honey,” she said. “Watch me again.”
She grabbed Harry’s skin, sliding her hands along him. Right away, Harry noticed the difference. Mrs. Weasley’s touch was delicate and firm all at once.
“Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said, trying to hide how good it sounded from his voice. “What about your husband?”
She only giggled.
“A handjob isn’t cheating, sweetie,” she said. “It’s not like I’m putting this magnificent thing inside my snatch. Besides, Arthur would understand it’s for a good cause.”
“Let me try again!” Ginny said.
Smiling, Mrs. Weasley relinquished her spot to Ginny once again. This time, Ginny was concentrating hard. She’d noticed that Harry felt better when her mother did it, and she was determined to change that.
It was a much better effort this time, Harry had to admit. She kept her fingers loose and moved her wrist much more. Mrs. Weasley leaned over, whispering in her daughter’s ear.
Right after, Ginny leaned forward and licked Harry’s slit. He groaned at the feeling of her dexterous and wet little tongue. After licking him, Ginny puckered her lips, dripping spit along his dick.
It wasn’t a blowjob because she wasn’t taking him inside of her mouth. Instead, she was just giving her hands more lubrication to work. The licks she gave him were rare, but they came in bursts, when she would treat his dick like a popsicle.
Mrs. Weasley grabbed Ginny’s chin and tilted it up, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
“Men go crazy for this,” she said. “When you look at them like so, it just makes them want to pin you down and go crazy. I learned that with James. Gosh, he went so wild…”
Harry winced. He got too caught up in her story and ended up imagining Mrs. Weasley squirming beneath his father, her buxom figure — with less fat on it back then — pinned beneath his father. It was too much for him.
“Here it comes!” Mrs. Weasley said. “Get ready.”
He came on Ginny’s face, semen dotting her cheeks to go with her freckles. This was nothing new to Ginny, who licked her lips to collect the bits of his seed that she could reach.
She wasn’t the only one who was busy, though. Mrs. Weasley dragged a finger across her daughter’s neck, picking up a big glob of Harry’s cum. She stuck the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
“Mmm!” she said. “How interesting! It even tastes like James’s.”
Ignoring her mother, Ginny was more than ready to take this to the final level. She went down on her back and lifted her legs, waiting for Harry to pounce on her. He started to, but before he could get close, Mrs. Weasley pulled her daughter up by the shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she said reproachfully.
“Getting fucked,” Ginny said, irritation bleeding into her voice at being stopped again. “The same thing that you KEEP bragging about.”
Mrs. Weasley raised the headstrong girl, however, and she was more than resilient enough to ignore a bit of sharp tongue.
“You have a man like Harry here, and you want him to stay on top?” she said. “That’s a terrible plan! With a catch like this, you have to show him what YOU can do, not what he could do to you.”
“Oh yeah?” Ginny said. “And how do I do that?”
Mrs. Weasley smiled brightly.
“Why that’s easy, Dear!” she said. “You just have to get on top and show him how your body can MOVE.”
She pulled Harry down onto the floor to join them. Mrs. Weasley positioned him so that he was leaning against the base of the chair with his legs sticking out.
Next, she stood Ginny up. She whispered more things in her daughter’s ear, like a coach about to sub one of their players into the game. Ginny nodded periodically as she absorbed everything that her mother was telling her. Finally, Mrs. Weasley stepped back and crossed her arm, watching as her daughter stepped toward Ginny.
She swished her hair first by turning her neck. This sent bright red locks over her shoulder. She bent down with her legs straight, putting her hands on the chair above Harry’s shoulders, and kissed him.
As quick as it began it ended. She pulled her lips away after giving him nothing but a brief taste. Ginny turned around, and suddenly it was her ass in his face.
Ginny’s ass was probably her bed feature. She’d spent her whole life roughhousing with her brothers and playing Quidditch in the front yard. She was athletic, leading to the growth of muscle, but her backside still retained a womanly shape. Harry watched it jiggle as she dropped down onto her knees.
Ginny’s hands gripped his shaft, and he could feel their increased gentleness after Molly’s handjob lesson before. Using what she learned, she coaxed his dick up, placing the lips of her pussy on top of him. She sank down gradually, easing him into her.
Sitting there, these almost random seeming actions started to make a lot more sense to Harry. The brief kiss had been a teaser. She taught him the taste of her lips, but tore them away before he could get used to their tang. It was a way of getting him worked up for this part, when she took him inside of her. Flipping her hair had been a way of exposing her back. Not only was her butt fully visible to Harry now, but so was her whole back, which he could watch flex as she rode him.
His suspicions were quickly confirmed when Ginny looked up at Molly, who nodded. This elaborate routine had been relayed during their pre-sex planning session. It was too perfect for Ginny to just be experimenting. This was the benefit of experience, relayed to her by a woman who had been there and done the same many times in the past.
Tired of waiting on the sidelines, Molly dropped onto her knees again. She reached out and touched her daughter’s hips. Ginny was raising and dropping her crotch slowly and rhythmically. Every time Molly prodded her in a certain direction, her technique became even better, causing Harry to gasp and pant.
Ginny had always been one of the tighter girls he’d been with, even after he’d smashed her so often these last few months. It was only now, though, as she bounced on dick in this specific pattern, that Harry felt it hit all new heights.
He could feel every single one of her folds. Ginny was getting faster. Very slowly, the pace was increasing, and each time she sped up felt divine, like turning a hot shower up bit by bit.
He grabbed her ass, squeezing it, and heard Ginny moan. But he carefully kept from holding her too tightly. The last thing he wanted was to get in her way of her rhythm and ruin this wonderful feeling.
“Don’t forget the finishing move, Dear,” Mrs. Weasley said warmly.
Harry didn’t know what that could be, but he liked the sound of it.
Suddenly, Ginny tore her buttocks from his grip as she spun around to face him. In an instant her tongue was in his mouth. She kissed him ferociously, like her life depended on it. The angle he was entering her from changed suddenly, with this change in position, which would’ve made Harry grunt if he could make any noise around Ginny’s mouth.
He could feel so much of her body. Her breasts pressed into his chest, her pussy clung to his dick, their faces were stuck together, and her arms were squeezing his back. She was really incredibly warm. Harry grabbed her ass again. Overcome by emotion, he planted his feet and started thrusting up into her.
“That’s it, Dear!” Mrs. Weasley cheered her daughter on. “When you do enough of the work, he’ll want to take over! Go ahead and let him. You’ve already shown off what you can do very well.”
Ginny relaxed into him. Her body went slack, allowing Harry’s powerful upward thrusts to ragdoll her slightly as their groins collided. Harry thought Mrs. Weasley might be clapping for their performance. It was hard to tell, because Harry and Ginny’s bodies were clapping themselves.
Harry surged forward, flipping Ginny onto her back. He thrusted into her from above, allowing her boobies to shake from the position. She moaned wantonly as his dick ransacked her pussy. Harry growled. Ginny came. With a desperate final move, Harry pulled out of her.
He meant to cum across Ginny’s cute face and the small boobs he’d been admiring. But he underestimated how worked up he’d gotten. Instead, his semen cleared Ginny’s hole body, splattering on Mrs. Weasley’s cleavage.
“Sorry!” Harry said.
“It’s absolutely fine, Harry,” she said cheerfully. “I had been thinking I was in the mood for a bit of dessert.”
She leaned her neck forward, licking off everything he left on her. Harry gulped. He’d never realized how fat and long her tongue was… nor how huge her breasts really were.
Voldemort was back now. The second wizarding war had begun. He always thought that was a purely bad thing, but who knew? Maybe there’d be time for some ‘stress relief’ later in the war. The kind he WOULDN’T have to feel bad for Arthur about.
Certainly something to look forward to.
