Keeping it in the Family, Part 2

The next day, Harry woke up, feeling much better than he had not even 24 hours earlier. It might have been the awesome threesome he had, but then he remembered the sex he had after Ginny had left: he and his mother went at it at least three more times. It was amazing that they were able to make it up to bed.

He started hardening at the thoughts, suddenly realizing he was still spooned with his mother, his arms wrapped around the smooth skin of her belly. As his fingers moved around, his cock continued hardening with only the thought of her amazing skin.

All of a sudden, he moved his hips a fraction of an inch and he felt his cock brush up against her crotch. Not caring what her reaction would be, he slowly pushed himself inside of her. Lily moaned quietly in her sleep, and Harry was amazed that she didn’t wake up.

He started pumping slowly, and when it was clear that she wasn’t going to wake up yet, he reached up to squeeze her breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples between his fingers.

Suddenly, he felt her tense slightly around him as she woke up, and when she moaned loudly, he knew she was fully awake. He started thrusting into her faster as she reached around behind both of them to put a hand on his ass, trying to push him farther inside of her.

Harry leaned his head in a little more and started sucking at her neck, causing her to make little mewling noises despite being fucked roughly from behind. When she wrapped her knees tighter to her body, Harry groaned as he was able to penetrate just a little farther into her dripping orifice.

“Oh, God, mum,” he panted in her ear, “I’m not gonna be able to hold it much longer.”

She looked around at him, pulling him into a kiss before whispering back, “Then cum in me.”

This threw Harry over the edge, and he thrust one last time before he buried himself within her completely.

Lily felt him fill her with his cum, and, having not had an orgasm yet, clenched herself around him to give him more pleasure as she moved her hand down to her clit and started rubbing it in circles, trying to cum as quickly as possible. Within a few seconds, she did, and her focused, purposeful clenches became sporadic and even more forceful than before. With a cry, she held tightly onto Harry as her hips bucked away from them, causing Harry to continue to slip in and out of her once more. When she had finished, she collapsed back down next to him, turning over so as to be face to face.

“Now that’s the way to be woken up.”

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About an hour later, mother and son were down in the kitchen eating breakfast.

“So, mum,” Harry started, “seriously, what am I going to do when you’re gone? I finally have you back only to be taken away later. It’s not fair!”

“Harry,” she replied soothingly, “I’m not supposed to be here. This isn’t really my time. I need to go back.”

As if someone had heard her, there was a knock on the door, and Lily opened it to see Dumbledore standing on the steps.

“I’m afraid it’s time to go, Lily.” With a look at Harry, he said, “I’m sorry.” And it looked as if he truly meant it.

Turning to look away from Dumbledore, she moved over to Harry and enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug. After what seemed like forever, they pulled apart.

“I’ll miss you,” he said softly, a tear sliding down his cheek. She kissed it away and said, “Me too.”

Turning to join Dumbledore out the door, Harry watched her leaving his life forever.

“I love you!” He burst out, right as she stepped outside the door.

She paused, looking back into his eyes. “I love you too, sweetie.” With a small wave, she closed the door, and they were gone.

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Hours later, Harry was lying in the master bedroom; in the bed that they had shared for those few short weeks Lily had visited him. He was staring blankly up at the top of the four-poster, completely lost in his own little world.

He wasn’t sure how long he had laid there when he heard a faraway sound of the front door opening and closing. He paid it no mind, however. He wasn’t in the mood to talk.

When he started hearing low voices coming closer, however, he started growing annoyed that they wouldn’t just go away so he could sulk in peace.

Suddenly, the bedroom door started opening with a loud creaking sound—They never got around to fixing it—and in walked Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Hermione.

Harry looked blankly at the three for a few moments before Mrs. Weasley broke the silence.

“Harry, dear, we came by to see how you were doing,” she said caringly.

All of a sudden, every drop of misery that Harry felt traveled out through his mouth.

“How the bloody hell do you think I’m doing?” He croaked, his voice having been unused for almost eight hours.

“Well,” started Hermione, “see, Harry, I figured…that before your mum came back, you were happy, right? So, now that she’s gone again, can’t you…go back to being happy?” she tried feebly.

Harry snorted. “That’s the worst figuring I’ve ever seen you do Hermione.” But it seemed that her comment had done some good, as they saw the corners of his mouth start to twitch upward, as if trying to smile.

The three women looked sideways at each other at his reaction. Molly gave a small nod to the two of them and stepped forward.

“Harry, we also came by to,” she paused, and put as much suggestiveness behind her next words, “cheer you up.” And without waiting for his response, she sat on the bed next to him and put one hand over his cock while she leaned down to kiss him. She noticed he seemed resistant for a fraction of a second before melting into her touch, and she felt him start to harden under her hand almost immediately.

Harry was amazed that he was able to respond so quickly to Molly’s caresses, and figured that he was so depressed that he hadn’t even noticed his need for any sexual attention.

Molly started rubbing him softly over the pajamas he’d never taken off since that morning, and when she deemed him hard enough, she stopped her ministrations and pulled herself up, quickly divesting herself of her top and bra. Standing up to take off the rest, she turned around to check on the girls and noticed that they were already naked and playing with each other quietly on top of the low dresser.

When she finished sliding her wet panties down her legs, Molly got back on the bed and started taking off Harry’s top. He sat up to give her an easier time of it, then laid back down and raised his hips up a bit to pull down his pants. When his cock sprang free of its confines, she took his warm flesh in her hand and started stroking as she got his pajamas all the way off with the other. With that completed, she took him in her mouth slowly, watching his face as she flicked her tongue around his head.

Harry moaned as he felt her tongue on him, but it didn’t last as he felt her back off. Opening his eyes, he watched instead as she flung a leg over his body, straddling him as she lined his cock up with her wet opening. Lowering her body, she closed her eyes and let a little whimper of noise escape her as she came to sit flush on his hips.

When her eyes finally opened again, she pulled back up slowly, listening to him moan as she sat back down quickly. When they finally got a comfortable rhythm going, she said, “Harry…ughhhh…I need you—I need you to tell me w-when your getting close to coming.” It was hard for her to form even these words as his large cock was filling her in such a perfect way. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to it.

Seeing him nod fractionally in response, she started pounding harder against him. When she gave another twist of her hips, he gave a gasp, saying, “Ohhhh….God, I’m gonna cum soon!”

In response, Molly quickly pulled off of him, and he looked at her in surprise.

“What—“

“Shhh,” Molly said, placing a hand on his thigh, “We’re all going to have a go at you. Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”

Harry finally looked over at Ginny and Hermione, who had at some point gotten naked, and by the looks of it, were playing with each other while he and Molly were busy.

His softening cock slowly got hard again as Ginny approached him, swaying he hips seductively.

When she climbed on top of the bed and straddled Harry, she put her hands on his chest as she started sinking down onto his cock.

“Remember, Harry,” she said quietly, “Tell me when you’re going to cum.”

“Okay.”

And Ginny started up, not wasting any time with slow strokes, just quickly thrusting herself down upon his throbbing cock.

All too soon, Harry felt that familiar pressure build in his balls, and it almost overtook him by the time he let Ginny know.

“Ginny,” he panted, “I’m—“and she didn’t even wait for the rest, she just jumped straight off of him and stood up.

By now, Harry was sure he would pass out from both pleasure and discomfort. He’d never gone this long without coming before, and his cock almost felt numb from the attention. Of course, it could have been from lack of blood to the brain, but before he even had time to pursue that thought, Hermione had taken up Ginny’s position, and was now rocking her hips against his, Harry’s now sweat-covered body slipping against Hermione’s.

“Oh, GOD, Harry, you’re cock is so hard!” Hermione moaned, and she leaned down to kiss him, not halting her thrusting against him.

When their lips met, Hermione’s pleasure skyrocketed, and she clenched slightly around Harry’s aching cock.

He jerked hard as he felt her close around him. “Hermione…” he whined desperately, “I need to cum soon.”

Hermione smiled at him sexily. “Good, Harry, I want you to cum in me. Just let go.”

Unable to keep the rising tension at bay, Harry’s vision turned black temporarily as he released into Hermione, completely emptying himself into her.

Almost immediately, Hermione’s pussy started overflowing with his cum. When she felt it start to leave her, she realized how much he was letting out, and kept moving against him, trying to get him to give up the rest.

Suddenly, her whole body seemed to spasm as she came as well, her pussy squeezing his cock so hard and fast that she was amazed he wasn’t in pain.

Finally, it seemed, his cock stopped spurting his seed. Hermione tried to come back to herself after her orgasm and rolled off of him, noting in the back of her mind the feel of his stray cum that had somehow run down her thighs. That thought went out the window as she felt a tongue lap at her pussy lips, cleaning up Harry’s mess that he had left her. When the tongue traveled to her thighs to finish the job, she looked up and saw that it belonged to Ginny.

Looking over at Harry, she saw Mrs. Weasley, reach out a tongue to clean off his cock, and as she came in contact with it, he jumped and gave a strangled cry as he felt the wet, warm flesh against his extremely sensitive cock. When she took it in her mouth, he calmed down and allowed her to continue cleaning it off.

Molly watched him carefully as she cleaned him off, making sure she didn’t accidentally cause him any pain, and was careful not to touch him with her teeth.

When she saw his eyes open quickly, she tasted just a bit more semen escape from him as she licked it up, savoring his taste.

Finally pulling herself away from his tasty cock, Molly stood up and picked up her wand, cleaning herself and getting dressed at the same time.

“You two,” she motioned to the girls, “can stay here tonight, but I need to go home. They’re going to wonder where I went off to.”

Heading back toward the door, she turned around once more.

“And take care of him,” she said caringly.

With that she left, leaving the girls to get Harry under the covers of his bed before joining him themselves.

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When Molly got home, she immediately walked upstairs to Ron’s room. Upon entering his room, she found him naked, his hand on his cock, getting himself off.

Having his mother walk in on him didn’t deter him, however, though he slowed down a bit.

“Where’s Hermione? Or Ginny?” he asked in surprise.

Molly looked slightly affronted at this. “Is that any way to greet your mother?”

Ron looked a little abashed at that. “Sorry.”

With his apology, she undressed and locked the door behind her.

“Get up, Ronald, and you can fuck me.”

Eager to do what she said, he sprang out of bed and she knelt down in the spot he had just vacated.

Watching his mother get down on all fours, he figured how this was going to play out pretty quickly. Coming up behind her, he guided his cock to her wet opening.

Molly groaned as the second young cock of the night slipped slowly inside of her.

When Ron finally made it all the way in, Molly hummed pleasurably and pushed herself back against him, eager for him to start. He took her hint and ran his hands along her hips as he started thrusting into her, their flesh slapping together loudly as they pleasured each other.

Ron had not fucked his mother in quite a while since he’d had both Hermione and Ginny on hand. He’d forgotten how good she felt, and he was tiring quickly. After readjusting himself, he had to lean against her as he continued. He kissed her neck slowly as he slowed his pace to match.

Suddenly, he broke the slow thrusting with a quick, powerful one, and Mrs. Weasley’s moans of protest at his slow speed was drowned out with a small scream of pleasure.

Reaching around to grab her breasts, Ron started sucking on her neck as he sped up, his orgasm approaching quickly.

Molly’s moans at his touches spurred him on as his constitution broke and he released inside of her.

Feeling the hot fluid inside her pussy threw her over the edge as well, and he followed her son into an orgasm, and the two knelt together, their spasms shaking the bed and their groans of pleasure filling the room.

When their orgasms subsided, Ron pulled out of his mother, and without a word, she got up and dressed, quickly leaving the room and he got under his covers for a good night’s sleep.

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A/N: OK, there's another one. Unfortunately, school's started, so I'll try to update when I can, but I can't make any promises.