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🕑 Added 2023-02-11 15:05:34 +0000 UTC41. The Weekend Fun
It was the first Sunday after he came back to Hogwarts. And Harry decided to use this opportunity to go meet the other two ladies of the MILF trio, meaning his mum and aunt Proserpina.
He hadn't forgotten his promise to visit them.
He had boldly claimed that they didn't need to worry, that he would come frequently to fulfil their needs. And now it seemed the right time to stand true to his words.
Already having informed Iris that he would be absent throughout the day, he quickly checked his appearance in the only mirror that stood in the boys' dorm. He was grateful that there was no one to question where he was going.
His roommates were still asleep, unaware that Harry was getting ready to disappear. It was 6:30 a.m. and a Sunday after all. So, it was quite expected.
He pushed his messy black hair to the side, trying to get his signature carefree windswept look that he knew suited him well. Then he patted his white shirt and dark trousers, straightening the few creases.
He nodded in approval.
‘I look good. Great even.’ He mused with a mirthful smirk, knowing how narcissistic he sounded.
Having achieved the desired appearance, he teleported directly to the Potter Manor. To the living room to be more specific.
A small smile adorned his face at the first sight of his dear home, at the warm colour of the walls and the familiar furniture. It had been just a few days, and yet he was already feeling nostalgic.
He loved Hogwarts, he really did, but nothing could ever replace his home. There was just something magical about being here that made his heart soar.
Shaking his head off the wistful thoughts, he decided to find the one for whom he came here all the way from Scotland.
Knowing his mum's morning schedule, he guessed that she should be in the kitchen. As he moved towards it, a sudden idea made him smirk, and he decided to pursue it.
He nimbly walked to the threshold of the kitchen and peeked into it with gleaming eyes.
His guess was indeed correct. She really was in the kitchen, sitting at the dining table, nursing a coffee mug in her hand that she raised to take a sip while the Daily Prophet was spread before her on the table.
Oblivious to his happy gaze, she stared at the newspaper with an exasperated sigh.
Her dark red eyebrows were raised comically while her slightly wet crimson hair cascaded down along the chair's backrest. And since she was alone in the manor, she had opted to wear just cotton shorts, keeping herself bare from the waist up, remaining topless.
Harry was a little surprised to see her half naked, but he chalked it up to be her ‘just out of the shower’ look. Even he sometimes felt like going nude after a long bath. Maybe his mum felt the same. He could only guess.
Feeling mischievous, he decided to enact his prank.
Casting an Invisibility Charm upon himself, just to be safe, he quickly ran up behind her chair.
He was so quick and graceful and quiet that it almost seemed like he teleported.
Before she could feel his presence and get alert, he gently tapped her shoulder and swiftly ran out of the kitchen, ignoring the urge to hug her tight and breathe in her floral scent.
Now standing at the door, still invisible, he saw her jump out of the chair, almost spilling the coffee in her hurry. He winced at that, not wanting to see her get burned from the steaming liquid.
Thankfully, it didn't spill.
She put down the cup on the table and picked up the wand from beside the newspaper, gazing around warily, the wand now pointed in front of her, towards him.
“Who's there?” She grumbled, using her connection to the wards and confirming that someone was actually there in the kitchen with her, and it was not ‘nothing’.
Harry grinned and silently teleported behind her, raising his arm and bringing it down on her plump arse.
Slap!
“Eep!” She jumped and whirled around, her uncovered breasts bouncing from the sudden movement. But Harry was once again back at the door, stifling his boyish giggles, admiring her round arse.
Her lavender cotton shorts did nothing in hiding the alluring shape since the fabric was stuck to the skin and wedged between her cheeks.
“Alright. Harry, if it's you then come out and give mum a kiss. But if it is some pervy stranger then I hope you've written your Will because you are absolutely dead.” She yelled, mumbling a revealing charm and finding the place where the invisible man stood.
Before she could fire any spell, Harry dispelled the Invisibility Charm and approached her with a smirk. “Hey, mum. You look lovely this morning. And not just because your tits are out.”
Lily tried, she really tried, but couldn't hold onto her annoyance for long with the way his eyes were shining with mirth and warmth. “It wasn't funny.” She harrumphed.
“There's a reason why the butt of the joke never appreciates the joke. Pun intended.” He quipped, receiving a deadpan look and twitching eyebrows.
“Really?”
“No regrets.”
She rolled her eyes and opened her arms with a face-splitting smile. “Come here.”
Harry smiled softly and folded into her embrace, wrapping his own hands around her waist and pulling her as close as he could, mashing her body against his.
“I missed you, mum.” He whispered in her ear, giving her a squeeze and running his palm over her naked back.
“Me too, sweetie. Me too.” She mumbled back, cradling his head and running her fingers through his hair, not bothered by how tight his hold was.
They stayed that way for a minute, enjoying the intimate moment between them and wafting in their shared heat. Even Harry, who was always horny, controlled himself and ignored the sensation of her bare boobs squashed against his chest, opting to just hug his mum back. Revelling in her heat and softness that felt like a flame of the hearth in the freezing winters.
When they pulled back, he kissed her cheek loudly and memorised her brimming smile, thinking it might be strong enough to create a corporeal Patronus and flood the world with positivity.
Patting his cheek fondly she led him to the table where they sat side by side. “So, how's Hogwarts?”
“Same old. Though aunt Alice is doing a great job as a DADA professor, unlike our former professor.” He replied.
“And your training with her?”
“We were only able to get one session on Friday, nothing complex on the first session. We've decided to revise the basics of Transfiguration.”
“Seems a logical choice. Unlike Charms or other branches of magic, Transfiguration is rigid, for lack of a better term. And it requires precise wand movements and all the calculations and stuff. Definitely not my favourite subject.” She said, her lips curving up as she remembered her own days at Hogwarts.
Harry shrugged. “Maybe for normal people. But for me, I'll be able to use it wandlessly. Once I learn it, I'll be able to just bypass any wand movements and calculations, like I do for any other branch of magic.”
“True. Alas, not all of us have the power to cheat our way through life.” She chuckled, ruffling his hair.
“Oh, you poor woman. You only have the power to resurrect dead people. You only have the power to insta-kill with Death Arrow. You only have the fabled Excalibur sword. And let's not forget that you only have your special spell to go into the creepy mode where your opponents lose their will to fight against you. Such an unfortunate soul.” Harry said mockingly.
…
“Touche. I guess I'm not counted among normal people anymore.” laughed Lily, taking a sip of the coffee.
“Nope. Also, before I forget, you shouldn't have been too worried when you found the intruder(me) through the wards earlier.”
“And why's that?” She asked curiously, placing the mug down.
“Because I improved them last year. Barring a select few, no one else can use their magic inside our house wards. Potter Manor is basically an unconquerable fortress now. We don't want another Pettigrew incident after all.” He answered nonchalantly, picking up her mug, but scrunching his nose when he saw that it was black coffee, recalling that she drank it this way in the morning. Still, he took a cautious sip and made a face.
It wasn't sweet enough.
Lily was amused by his stinky eye. “What, you expect me to use milk and lots of sugar after my morning jog? After I worked to sweat profusely and lose calories?”
Harry grumbled under his breath and gave back her mug from which she took a gleeful sip. He fought back a smile at her exaggerated gulp, his gaze following the smooth curve of her neck and resting on her bountiful breasts. They really seemed like they were made by some higher being, big and round globes of pale flesh topped with perfect circles of pink areolas.
A devilish smirk took over his face as he stared at her big round knockers.
“Mum, I think I found a way to get my sweet milk. Hand me your coffee.” He ordered giddily and grabbed it from her grasp before she could protest, putting it down on the table.
Lily's lips twitched and she covered up her tits as his eyes transfixed on her chest. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Come on, mum. Please! Get over the table and lean above the coffee mug. I wanna milk you.” Harry begged and attacked her with his puppy look.
“I'm not a cow!”
“I know! But please, I want to do this. Just one time. It's my dream. My deepest desire.”
She hesitated, trying to be strict for once and set up a boundary, but instead ended up groaning in defeat, and stood up, glowering at him. “You better remember this and be extremely grateful for it. And we'll do this only once.”
Touching her nipples, she mumbled the lactation spell, briefly shivering as her pink areolas puffed up and the nipples hardened.
She clumsily climbed up on the table, aware of his lecherous gaze on her bottom, and positioned herself on her hands and knees. Shooting him a blank look, she caught his wide smile and rolled her eyes, mumbling, “Things I do for love. For my strange son.”
Harry ogled her sexy body, her every flawless curve, as he got onto his feet, and placed his hand on the large breasts that hung down from her chest, taking his time slowly squeezing them while using the other hand to cup her arse through the thin shorts. “Damn, I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my entire life. May I get a moo?”
“Fuck you.” She hissed, totally embarrassed at being on a display like some cattle. Really, if she didn't love Harry so much, she might have sent him to a mental hospital, or to a therapist at least.
“We'll definitely fuck each other, but that's for later. Now, gimme some milk.” He laughed, finding it cute how her entire face was flushed red, pleased at how she was acting like some fumbling teenager who was trying new scary things.
Sliding the coffee mug underneath her swaying breasts, he leaned down and took hold of her tits just below the areolas. Then he squeezed them, his thumbs and fingers sinking into her soft flesh. And lo and behold, two jets of white milk left her nipples.
But instead of landing in the mug, the milk spilled on the table.
“Harry! You're making a mess.”
“Oops. Bad aim. Ooh~ now it's finally going into the mug.” And just like that, Harry began milking her, one tit at a time. Squeezing and pulling on her milk-filled mammaries as spurts of white liquid gushed out of her nipples.
For the next two minutes, he squeezed her tits to fill the coffee mug while she wobbled on her hands and knees, trembling and arching her back, rubbing her thighs conspicuously as electricity flowed through his touch and milk flowed out of her. And when the black coffee finally turned creamy, he spanked her butt with a grin, watching it jiggle mesmerizingly. “Good work.”
Holding the mug, he took a big sip.
His eyes glowed and then he smacked his lips. “Best milk ever. Maybe we should do this every day in summer once I come back from Hogwarts.”
But looking at her murderous look from where she had taken her seat on the chair again, he chuckled nervously. “Eh, maybe not every day.”
She whined and hid her face in her hands. “Just drink the coffee and let me wallow in my shame. Where did I go wrong in raising you, Harry? Why are you such a deviant? Neither I nor James were so kinky, then where did you get it from?”
“Now, now, no need to be so dramatic. And don't lie. You told me dad liked sucking milk from your tits. That's kinky enough in my book.” He smirked, gulping down the coffee greedily until nothing was left.
He set it down with a dull thump, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.
“Let's move this to the bedroom.” Harry said, caressing her beautiful crimson hair before cupping her chin and rubbing his thumb over her soft pink lips.
And immediately, her shame evaporated, and she got off the chair, her emerald eyes glinting with lust.
Harry pulled her in his arms, pressing his mouth over hers heatedly.
Lily threw her hands around his neck and deepened the kiss, her long wet tongue slithering into his mouth, engaging with his, wrestling with his.
Harry moaned over her lips as she expertly dominated the kiss, pressing down on his tongue. Their lips tingled, and the sparks began turning into a fire the longer their mouths remained attached.
Picking her up as she crossed her legs behind his back, he held her by the bum, and then carried her to her room where they fucked for the next hour.
~xXxXx~
It was sometime in the late afternoon that Harry was able to leave Potter Manor, having thoroughly scratched his mother's itch. Not that they just fucked throughout that time. Well, they did that most of the time, but the long sex marathon between the son and the mother was separated by small periods of recuperation where they talked and cuddled.
His mum had been a little annoyed and afraid when he told her that he was planning to participate in the Inter School Team Competition.
She was his mother after all. Fearing for his safety and well-being was her full-time job. But in the end, he was able to make her accept his decision and alleviate her fears.
Presently, he teleported to the Greengrass Manor, the dull white and grey walls greeting him. Aunt Proserpina really needed to renovate the house. While the whites looked grand and beautiful, it felt more like a picturesque tomb than a comfy home.
Speaking of aunt Proserpina, he found her lounging on the sofa. Her back propped against one armrest while her legs sprawled before her. It seemed she still hadn't noticed his arrival, too busy swirling her glass and glowering at it.
Hmm, it looked like she was drinking wine.
Should he prank her too? No, he noticed that she was in a contemplative mood. His antics probably wouldn't be welcomed at the moment.
“Proserpina.” He smiled, deciding to use her name since they were alone. Although it always felt a bit weird calling her by her name. He had grown up calling her aunty, and only that sounded appropriate to his ears.
Her head snapped towards him at his voice and she froze before relaxing. It was as if she had been expecting a fight, and had momentarily gone in fight and flight mode.
“Harry! Good to see you.” She smiled softly, drawing her knees in and making space for him on the sofa.
He moved towards her and plopped down, smirking when she threw her legs into his lap and got comfortable again.
Her fancy satin red dress was ankle length, so it wasn't too provocative, not that they hadn't already crossed all boundaries. But it was the first sign telling where they were heading. The look in her eyes told him that she was just as eager as him.
He placed his hands down on her shins and rubbed them through her dress. “You look worried and are drinking. Any problems?”
She shook her head with a small smile. “Not really. Today was the Wizengamot meeting. And I just came home from there. Dealing with old farts and keeping my calm, even when they act like jungly baboons, is headache-inducing. So, I thought to treat myself, and here I'm, savouring my favourite wine.”
Harry nodded and gave the glass in her hand a curious look. “Mind if I taste it?”
She shot him an amused look and shook her head. “Yes, I do mind. You are just thirteen. I am not handing you alcohol. Any alcohol. Lily will have my head otherwise.”
“Fine. I was just curious.” He shrugged, not that interested in alcohol in the first place.
A second passed by and Proserpina suddenly smirked, changing her position, sitting up, and sidling to his side until their hips were touching. “You know what, I actually wouldn't mind giving you a taste. So, why don't you come here and taste it directly from my lips.”
Harry snorted at her straightforwardness, getting the hint, nudging her neck, and breathing in her scent.
“True. Put down the glass and sit in my lap then.” He mumbled, nipping on her pale white neck as she threw her head back and moaned while he worked on her skin with his lips and teeth, tracing her jugular vein with the tip of his tongue.
Abruptly, she got off of the sofa and shimmied out of her dress. She untied her lustrous blonde hair and let it bounce down to her waist.
“Take off your clothes while I remove my underwear.” She said seriously, a lustful flame burning in her eyes as he ogled her slim hourglass figure.
Grinning salaciously, Harry was naked in seconds, sitting on the sofa like some king while she unclipped her bra and slipped out of her knickers, throwing her undergarments on the clothes pile.
His mouth watered at the sight of her bubbly butt and firm boobs, his erection twitching eagerly, pointing towards the ceiling.
She husked at the sight of his pole.
“Oh, Harry. You don't know how much I missed you. Thank you for coming. I need this. I need this so much.” Whispering this in a hoarse voice, she settled over his lap, straddling him, her arms on his shoulders as he guided his cock into her dripping pussy.
It slid into her easily, and she grounded her core against his hips, her wet hot inner muscles clenching around his throbbing shaft, enwrapping it.
Harry grabbed her perfect round buttocks and ground his groin back, stirring her insides with his cock, spreading her plump bottom as the heat of her core washed over him.
“Here's how the wine tastes.” She smirked and mashed her lips against his, feverishly prying open his mouth and tackling his tongue with hers, filling his mouth with the taste of the wine.
It was sweet and a bit strange.
Still kissing him, she raised her hips, her pussy walls dragging against his veiny cock before slamming down into his lap and burying his dick deep inside her.
Harry groaned into her mouth, his fingers sinking into her voluptuous arse, as she began riding him hard and fast, slobbering his boner with her womanly fluids.
That was Proseprina's preferred way of sex.
Hard and fast enough to leave bruises behind.
He held onto her fat arse cheeks, groping them, fondling them, clawing them while she moved her hips, and tried to break his thighs. Even her kiss was violent, as she fought against his tongue.
As they fucked, and as he swallowed her screams and moans, Harry was hit by an existential conundrum every man or boy in his place faced, when a heavenly woman was jumping in their laps.
You see, her beautiful round tits were slapping against his chest insistently as she rode him. They taunted him with the way her hard nipples smacked against his torso, drawing invisible images over his chest.
He wanted to grab hold of them and maul them between his fingers to his heart's content. But his hands were already occupied as they squeezed the life out of her curvy arse.
Ah, how he wished he had two more arms. Then he could have easily fondled both her arse and tits.
…
A sudden thought pervaded his mind like an arrow through flesh, and his lips spread in a victorious grin.
Proserpina, who was aggressively kissing and fucking him, sensed his wide smile. Her eyes widened when her breasts were suddenly being groped and pulled. But she could still feel his hands on her butt. How was this possible?
Breaking the kiss, she looked down and froze mid-thrust, his wet cock halfway into her.
What the fuck? How did Harry get another pair of arms?
Harry's smile turned into an abrupt laugh. Before she could ask him what the hell was happening, another pair of arms grew over his shoulders, making him a possessor of a total of six arms.
“Never knew Shapeshifter could work this way too. Oh, my dear aunt Proserpina, prepare to be thoroughly ravished.” He chuckled darkly and pushed her down on the sofa.
Two arms slipped under her butt and the sofa to angle her pelvis up for receiving his animalistic hammering. Two arms cupped her breasts possessively, and the last pair of arms pinned her hands above her head as she looked on with wide eyes.
It was strange. Definitely strange seeing him have six arms, but it was so fucking hot. She was gushing out juices at the mere thought of what was going to happen next. The only thing on her mind was one question. A very important question.
“Harry, can you grow your cock too? Do it if you can. Ruin me with a monster cock.” She whispered in awe, his dick twitching inside her as she clamped around it in unbridled excitement.
Harry's smirk grew at that, and he squeezed her tits and arse simultaneously, drawing out a wanton moan. “If that's what you want.”
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she felt his length and girth increase inside her, stretching her passage and touching the entrance to her womb.
“Harry!” She screamed and trembled helplessly, her pussy quivering as she experienced an orgasm from just that. She instinctively tried to move away, but her body was pinned against the sofa by him.
Her arms were restrained. Her chest was encompassed by two large hands and her arse was held by the other two. She was as immobile as a turtle huddled in its shell.
Harry grinned exuberantly, and promptly began railing into her, the entire sofa shaking as he ravaged her with his new giant cock.
Slam!
“Aah!”
Slam!
“Harryyyyyy!”
Slam!
“Arghnhhhhh— Harr—aaaaa!”
Slam!
Proserpina lost consciousness after a few minutes from the pleasure overload.
And that was the day Harry realised how foolish he was for not using [Shapeshifter] Perk during sex.
~xXxXx~
“So, you're telling me there is a law stating that only the purebloods are allowed to hold high-ranking jobs in the Ministry?” Harry repeated dumbly as they lay together in the bed. Him lying on his back while she lay atop him, her chin perched over his chest as she sported a sour face.
They had shifted to the bedroom after that first round of sex. And they had their fun more freely in the bedroom for the next couple of hours.
Finally, both were satisfied (momentarily) and Proserpina, truly mellowed out after rounds and rounds of sex, opened up about the issue she was having at the Wizengamot.
“Yes. These laws are very old, and plainly in the favour of purebloods. I have been trying, and have been successful in removing many of these stupid laws throughout the years, trying to even the odds against muggle-borns and people with creature heritage.
“I had thought that since half of the Dark faction members are dead or imprisoned, now was the appropriate time to finally hammer the nail. So, I presented a bill today to remove that particular law, but I underestimated the number of greedy fuckers. Unfortunately, there are still enough members from the Dark faction and few from the Grey faction to stop the bill from passing.” She groaned but ended up mewling as he squeezed her bum to distract her from the mounting anger.
“I'm sorry to hear that.” He said softly, caressing her blonde hair with one hand and idly fondling her arse with the other.
She grumbled something undecipherable under her breath.
“What did you say?”
“I said that it would be hilariously easy if Lily was present in the chamber, if the Crimson Witch herself was there. People would have been too scared to go against her vote, and many of the members of the Dark faction would have voted in favour just to not attract her negative attention. But alas, your mum is a lazy and selfish hag!”
Harry froze and shot her a warning look. “Control your tongue, aunty. I don't like people who badmouth my mum.”
Proserpina sighed and shot him an apologetic look. “I am sorry, Harry. I was out of line. But, honestly, it is the truth. The Lily Potter I once knew is totally different from the current one. Your mum once had the fire to change the world and the conviction to bring some coherency in this chaotic Wizarding Britain. We had dreams to change this pathetic nation.
“But the war changed that. And after the conclusion of it, she became short-sighted and just decided to care about her family. I am not saying that anything is wrong with that. But the Lily of before wouldn't have just holed up in Potter Manor to dot on her children. She wouldn't have ignored the world. No, she would have pulled this archaic Britain to the 21st century kicking and screaming. I admired her so much for her passionate sense of justice when we were at Hogwarts. Alas, people change and their motives do too.
“It's just frustrating that I'm the only one still working for the betterment of the Wizarding World. Lily has given up and cares only about you and Iris. She hasn't ever attended the Wizengamot meetings, and the Potter seat is always empty. While I still use your family's vote, her lack of presence is enough for people to forget that she exists. Even Alice is the same, but at least she has her mother-in-law, Augusta Longbottom, to take care of the Politics.”
Harry gave a non-committal hum and ran his hand on her back soothingly, and it worked as she buried her face in his chest with a blissful sigh. “I guess I understand what you're saying, aunty. But my mum isn't a politician. She would just incinerate everyone if they got on her nerves.”
That got a chuckle out of her.
“True. But Politics is like a gutter. You have to step into it to clean it of corruption. And it sometimes makes me go bonkers. Sorry again for talking about Lily that way. It's just that sometimes I think how easy it would be if she just offered me her support and stepped into the Wizengamot for once.”
Harry shrugged. “It's fine. She has been your best friend longer than she has been my mother. I don't know the Lily Potter of the past so I don't care. But I can't expect you to feel the same.”
She smiled and kissed him gently on the mouth. “Thank you for listening to my rant. I feel a lot better now.”
“Anytime.” He smiled back, pulling her closer and rubbing his face against hers. “By the way, by how many votes did your bill get rejected?”
“Just three. I was so close to revolutionising Magical Britain.”
“What would you say if I killed three members of the Dark faction, the Death Eaters who escaped punishment by pleading Imperius Curse? Then your bill will easily get passed.”
Proserpina sighed at his offer and shook her head. “No, people will question why now? Everyone would be suspicious of me if three people suddenly dropped dead just when I needed less resistance in the Wizengamot.”
“True. But what if Red Grim goes on a rampage against everyone with Dark Mark instead of just three people? Then no one will question you.” Harry said suddenly.
“What, you planning to go on a murdering spree?” She looked at him in apprehension, propping her head over her elbows and looking down at him.
“No. It has always been my plan that once I'm totally sure of my strength, I'll clean the house. Soon, I'll reach the peak of my power. And after that, Magical Britain will go through the same raids the mundane world did. I'll kill the worst and spare the rest. I'll be the judge and the executioner. Soon, it will be time for karma to catch up to their sins. And if that also helps you, then that's just a bonus.” Harry said in a soft clear voice.
He hadn't forgotten that in another hypothetical timeline where he didn't have the power of Gamer, Death Eaters would have enslaved him and his family. They would have tormented him and his sister and mother for decades. It was only thanks to the Creator and this Gamer power that tragedy never occurred.
He definitely hadn't forgotten that. But he needed to be sure of his strength because once he went on a rampage, many influential people from ‘noble’ bloodlines would die. And that would catch everyone's attention. Even Dumbledore's and Ministry.
Harry wanted to reach his peak before he started to shake the magical world and clear it of the pests.
“Just be careful, Harry. It seems like a very big decision.” Proserpina suggested, cupping his face and pecking on his forehead.
“Of course, aunty. I'll be careful.” He smiled, rolling over, so she was beneath him. She smirked playfully and grabbed his cock before guiding it between her legs.
Harry's mirthful smile turned into a moan as their warm bodies entangled and their seductive dance began once again.
QUEST!
— Judge and Executioner
Punish/Pardon everyone with the Death Eater mark at your discretion.
REWARD!
– Perk [?]
His eyes widened as he received a new quest, but he ignored it and focussed on the goddess of beauty under him.
