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Adult ++
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Troubling Aunts
Troubling Aunts
Disclaimer in chapter 1
Reviews
Smuff- thanks again for the review and here is the update you’ve been waiting for
Areos- I realized the chapter was brief and cut short but I wanted to incorporate this chapter with it but thought it might be too long of a chapter so I split it. Thanks for the feedback
Goldilocks- here’s an update for you
Gerudoprincess- thanks for the review
Brian- thank you very much, I am flattered, like I’ve said in previous reviews that I don’t want to give too much away but I will keep your request in mind.
Anyways to the long over due chapter…
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Note this chapter happens during chapter 5 but at Harry’s
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Harry had just woken up and learned that aunt Marge was coming for a visit. Although she wasn’t technically his aunt he was still told to call her that. Sighing Harry walked about his room clearing all things magical or remotely abnormal.
“Hedwig, you’re going to have to head off for a couple of days, Marge is coming to stay and she can’t see you, go to the Weasleys they should be able to look after you” Harry said while opening her cage and bringing her to the window.
Watching his owl fly off into freedom Harry regretfully set about to clean his room. Going to the loose floor board Harry opened it and placed his beloved family album and invisibility cloak into his trunk. Reaching back under into the floor Harry picked out the one object that had been able to have him tolerate his relatives. His Play Wizard; filled with moving pictures of woman performing various things Harry had been able to distract himself from the annoyances around the Dursley household. He had acquired it from a sixth year that had left it behind in a book on the common room table.
Looking around Harry quickly removed the magazine and replaced the floor board. Making his way to his bed Harry loosened his pants and allowed his hardening dick out. Resting his head on his pillow Harry opened the magazine to his favorite picture: A picture of a young witch who couldn’t be older than 19, with short red hair, having her neatly trimmed pussy being licked by another woman. The other woman had dark black hair and had her petit ass up to be viewed with one of her hands between her legs fingering herself. Harry reveled in this picture because it being a wizard photo, it moved.
Wrapping his hand around his hard 6 and a half inch cock Harry began to imagine what it would be like to lick the red heads pussy like the dark haired woman was doing in the picture. Resting the magazine on his legs, his other hand, not pumping his cock began massaging his balls making him moan. Picking up the rhythm Harry began to buck his hips into his hand, begging for release which he was sure not to get when Marge was here.
“Boy!!”
“Damn!” Harry exclaimed as his aunt Petunia made her way up to his room. Quickly shoving the magazine into his trunk and regretfully placing his still hard cock in his pants Harry had managed to make everything look in place when his aunt Petunia stormed into the room without so much as knocking.
Looking about the room Petunia couldn’t see any thing out of the ordinary. She wanted everything to be perfect. Her sister in-law never saw that Petunia was good at anything, if she didn’t say it out loud she’d say it in a subtle comment like “those drapes are…nice”
or “this food could have used a little more time”. Petunia hated her comments. Seeing her nephew lying on his bed flushed Petunia made her way over to him. Looking over him she noticed a bulge in his pants.
“What is this!?” Petunia asked while grabbing his hard penis through his pants. “I will not have any of this in my house! Now stand up” she shouted. Making her way over to the door she quietly closed it and turned around to see her red nephew with his cock pointing through his pants. Petunia walked over to him and pulled down his pants. Harry was stunned by his aunt as she wrapped her hand around his dick and began stroking.
“I’m doing this for your own good” Petunia said as she cupped his balls with her other hand. “and my own. I must confess Harry, I’m a very horny woman and after your mother died, without her help I haven’t been able to be fully relaxed because Vernon never fulfills my needs.”
Harry’s pleasure doubled thinking about what his mother and aunt did that made her so horny.
Harry moaned. Petunias pussy was wet and a wet spot could be seen through her jeans. Petunia never wore underwear for two reasons: one her husband had ruined all of them when he ripped them off before having sex and two she never bought any new underwear because she liked feeling the fabric of what she was wearing against her vagina.
Looking up from her knees Petunia saw the pleasure written on her nephews face. His eyes were closed and his face flushed. Cautiously opening her mouth she engulfed his rock hard dick. Harry’s eyes shot open as his aunt brought him into her hot moist mouth but he relaxed as his aunts talented tongue worked on his shaft. Placing his hands on the back of her head Harry forced his dick deeper as he peaked.
Petunia almost gagged when Harry rammed into her mouth but when he let his cum shoot into her mouth she forgot all about it and savored the taste.
Pulling his now softening dick out of her mouth and rubbed the rest of his cum still on the head on her face. Sitting back on the bed Harry watched his aunt stand up off her knees while cleaning up her face.
“Can you tell me about you and my mother?” Harry asked.
“Yes but you have to do something for me too.” She commented while pulling up her shirt revealing her breasts.
“Of course” he said with a dry mouth. Petunia removed her pants and lay down on the bed next to Harry.
“I want you to do to me what your mother did. So I want you to slowly finger my cunt while sucking on my nipples.” Petunia commanded.
Harry followed her steps and was soon rewarded with her moans of approval.
“Your mother and I… we met all the time when our husbands were gone or we made up an excuse. Oh just like that!” Petunia commented. “Getting together we’d remake our memories of our youth when her and I needed to release tension. Your mother would lick my cunt while I licked hers, Oh her cunt was so good, and she was a goddess. She had beautiful breasts that I loved to fondle and an amazingly tight twat, even after you were born she was still tight. We would- Ohhhhh” Petunia yelled as Harry stroked her clit. “We would rub out wetness against the other bringing us to amazing heights. We had kept that up until she died. I have been acting hatful towards her for the longest time to avoid suspicion.” She finished her tale. All the while Harry had been licking the tips of her nipples causing her to shudder from time to time. His hand was drenched in his aunts’ twat and his now hard cock was poking into her leg.
“Oh yah Harry I’m almost there, fuck, finger me, I want to cum!” Petunia said in wanting.
Harry began humping her leg, rubbing his dick on her leg. The thought of her nephew humping her leg sent her into a period of insanity as she had orgasm after orgasm. Built up stress was finally being released onto the bed.
Letting out a sigh in relief Harry came spreading his hot sticky cum between their bodies.
“Thank you, I really needed that, don’t mention this to anyone, maybe we cane do this some other time?” Petunia said “Oh and follow the instructions we’ve set out. We don’t want Marge to know about your abnormality” she said in a nastier tone.
Harry nodded as his aunt got dressed and left the room. Going to the bathroom Harry took a shower washing the juices off of him while thinking about what had just transpired.
All too soon Vernon could be heard bringing Marge home. “Great” thought Harry, as he prepared for the worst week of the summer.
Going through all of the Harry bashing that accompanied the arrival of his Aunt Marge, Harry was now sitting at the table watching a drunk Marge go on and on about his father.
Aunt Marge wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing she was getting to him. Harry was bottling all his anger when POP!
“AHHH!!” everyone screamed as the glass of wine Marge had been holding shattered.
Vernon and Petunia gave him death glares as they set about cleaning the table and getting Marge a new glass.
Harry wanted to leave the table to avoid other problems but if he did there would be hell to pay for lack of manners. Sitting there listening to his aunts raving about his father Harry jumped when a hand made its way inside his legs. Looking at his aunt Petunia she winked as she began massaging his balls through his pants. This was working wonders as he was able to forget about what Marge was saying.
“Are you listening to me boy!” Marge penetrated his haze. Looking at his dazed face Marge was going crazy that he dared not listen to her as she went on about his good for nothing father.
Harry had had enough he wouldn’t be pushed around by his aunt anymore. Standing up he screamed what he thought at her. They whole table was silent as he screamed his thoughts. That is until Marge began to swell up.
“MARGE” Vernon yelled.
Taking off like a flash Harry ran upstairs and grabbed his trunk and ran out the door.
“Damn he thought the Ministry will have me for this!” Was Harrys’ thought before realizing where her was.
Stopping on a low wall in Mongolia Crescent Harry was flooded by panic. Would he be expelled from Hogwarts? Would he be force back with his relatives? Harry was interrupted by the sound of banging metal in an alleyway. Looking over Harry shot a Lumos spell. Seeing a big shape with gleaming eyes Harry backed up falling over his trunk.
BANG!
A big purple bus appeared out of nowhere. After getting on and paying to get to Diagon Alley Harry sat back and enjoyed the ride.
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“Diagon Alley!” Was shouted through the bus. Getting up Harry made his way off the bus.
“Harry!” was yelled as he walked off of the bus. Tom and another man were making their way towards him.
Taking him back to the leaky cauldron Harry learnt that the other man was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. After a chat with the Minister about the events of the night Harry let out his breath with happiness. He wasn’t going to be punished! And best of all he wouldn’t have to go back to the Dursleys, he was staying in a room that Tom had prepared for the rest of the summer.
Walking up to his room Harry found his trunk by the bed and promptly fell asleep on his bed.
To Be Continued
Please R/R…No Flames
Disclaimer in chapter 1
Reviews
Smuff- thanks again for the review and here is the update you’ve been waiting for
Areos- I realized the chapter was brief and cut short but I wanted to incorporate this chapter with it but thought it might be too long of a chapter so I split it. Thanks for the feedback
Goldilocks- here’s an update for you
Gerudoprincess- thanks for the review
Brian- thank you very much, I am flattered, like I’ve said in previous reviews that I don’t want to give too much away but I will keep your request in mind.
Anyways to the long over due chapter…
**********************************************************
Note this chapter happens during chapter 5 but at Harry’s
**********************************************************
Harry had just woken up and learned that aunt Marge was coming for a visit. Although she wasn’t technically his aunt he was still told to call her that. Sighing Harry walked about his room clearing all things magical or remotely abnormal.
“Hedwig, you’re going to have to head off for a couple of days, Marge is coming to stay and she can’t see you, go to the Weasleys they should be able to look after you” Harry said while opening her cage and bringing her to the window.
Watching his owl fly off into freedom Harry regretfully set about to clean his room. Going to the loose floor board Harry opened it and placed his beloved family album and invisibility cloak into his trunk. Reaching back under into the floor Harry picked out the one object that had been able to have him tolerate his relatives. His Play Wizard; filled with moving pictures of woman performing various things Harry had been able to distract himself from the annoyances around the Dursley household. He had acquired it from a sixth year that had left it behind in a book on the common room table.
Looking around Harry quickly removed the magazine and replaced the floor board. Making his way to his bed Harry loosened his pants and allowed his hardening dick out. Resting his head on his pillow Harry opened the magazine to his favorite picture: A picture of a young witch who couldn’t be older than 19, with short red hair, having her neatly trimmed pussy being licked by another woman. The other woman had dark black hair and had her petit ass up to be viewed with one of her hands between her legs fingering herself. Harry reveled in this picture because it being a wizard photo, it moved.
Wrapping his hand around his hard 6 and a half inch cock Harry began to imagine what it would be like to lick the red heads pussy like the dark haired woman was doing in the picture. Resting the magazine on his legs, his other hand, not pumping his cock began massaging his balls making him moan. Picking up the rhythm Harry began to buck his hips into his hand, begging for release which he was sure not to get when Marge was here.
“Boy!!”
“Damn!” Harry exclaimed as his aunt Petunia made her way up to his room. Quickly shoving the magazine into his trunk and regretfully placing his still hard cock in his pants Harry had managed to make everything look in place when his aunt Petunia stormed into the room without so much as knocking.
Looking about the room Petunia couldn’t see any thing out of the ordinary. She wanted everything to be perfect. Her sister in-law never saw that Petunia was good at anything, if she didn’t say it out loud she’d say it in a subtle comment like “those drapes are…nice”
or “this food could have used a little more time”. Petunia hated her comments. Seeing her nephew lying on his bed flushed Petunia made her way over to him. Looking over him she noticed a bulge in his pants.
“What is this!?” Petunia asked while grabbing his hard penis through his pants. “I will not have any of this in my house! Now stand up” she shouted. Making her way over to the door she quietly closed it and turned around to see her red nephew with his cock pointing through his pants. Petunia walked over to him and pulled down his pants. Harry was stunned by his aunt as she wrapped her hand around his dick and began stroking.
“I’m doing this for your own good” Petunia said as she cupped his balls with her other hand. “and my own. I must confess Harry, I’m a very horny woman and after your mother died, without her help I haven’t been able to be fully relaxed because Vernon never fulfills my needs.”
Harry’s pleasure doubled thinking about what his mother and aunt did that made her so horny.
Harry moaned. Petunias pussy was wet and a wet spot could be seen through her jeans. Petunia never wore underwear for two reasons: one her husband had ruined all of them when he ripped them off before having sex and two she never bought any new underwear because she liked feeling the fabric of what she was wearing against her vagina.
Looking up from her knees Petunia saw the pleasure written on her nephews face. His eyes were closed and his face flushed. Cautiously opening her mouth she engulfed his rock hard dick. Harry’s eyes shot open as his aunt brought him into her hot moist mouth but he relaxed as his aunts talented tongue worked on his shaft. Placing his hands on the back of her head Harry forced his dick deeper as he peaked.
Petunia almost gagged when Harry rammed into her mouth but when he let his cum shoot into her mouth she forgot all about it and savored the taste.
Pulling his now softening dick out of her mouth and rubbed the rest of his cum still on the head on her face. Sitting back on the bed Harry watched his aunt stand up off her knees while cleaning up her face.
“Can you tell me about you and my mother?” Harry asked.
“Yes but you have to do something for me too.” She commented while pulling up her shirt revealing her breasts.
“Of course” he said with a dry mouth. Petunia removed her pants and lay down on the bed next to Harry.
“I want you to do to me what your mother did. So I want you to slowly finger my cunt while sucking on my nipples.” Petunia commanded.
Harry followed her steps and was soon rewarded with her moans of approval.
“Your mother and I… we met all the time when our husbands were gone or we made up an excuse. Oh just like that!” Petunia commented. “Getting together we’d remake our memories of our youth when her and I needed to release tension. Your mother would lick my cunt while I licked hers, Oh her cunt was so good, and she was a goddess. She had beautiful breasts that I loved to fondle and an amazingly tight twat, even after you were born she was still tight. We would- Ohhhhh” Petunia yelled as Harry stroked her clit. “We would rub out wetness against the other bringing us to amazing heights. We had kept that up until she died. I have been acting hatful towards her for the longest time to avoid suspicion.” She finished her tale. All the while Harry had been licking the tips of her nipples causing her to shudder from time to time. His hand was drenched in his aunts’ twat and his now hard cock was poking into her leg.
“Oh yah Harry I’m almost there, fuck, finger me, I want to cum!” Petunia said in wanting.
Harry began humping her leg, rubbing his dick on her leg. The thought of her nephew humping her leg sent her into a period of insanity as she had orgasm after orgasm. Built up stress was finally being released onto the bed.
Letting out a sigh in relief Harry came spreading his hot sticky cum between their bodies.
“Thank you, I really needed that, don’t mention this to anyone, maybe we cane do this some other time?” Petunia said “Oh and follow the instructions we’ve set out. We don’t want Marge to know about your abnormality” she said in a nastier tone.
Harry nodded as his aunt got dressed and left the room. Going to the bathroom Harry took a shower washing the juices off of him while thinking about what had just transpired.
All too soon Vernon could be heard bringing Marge home. “Great” thought Harry, as he prepared for the worst week of the summer.
Going through all of the Harry bashing that accompanied the arrival of his Aunt Marge, Harry was now sitting at the table watching a drunk Marge go on and on about his father.
Aunt Marge wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing she was getting to him. Harry was bottling all his anger when POP!
“AHHH!!” everyone screamed as the glass of wine Marge had been holding shattered.
Vernon and Petunia gave him death glares as they set about cleaning the table and getting Marge a new glass.
Harry wanted to leave the table to avoid other problems but if he did there would be hell to pay for lack of manners. Sitting there listening to his aunts raving about his father Harry jumped when a hand made its way inside his legs. Looking at his aunt Petunia she winked as she began massaging his balls through his pants. This was working wonders as he was able to forget about what Marge was saying.
“Are you listening to me boy!” Marge penetrated his haze. Looking at his dazed face Marge was going crazy that he dared not listen to her as she went on about his good for nothing father.
Harry had had enough he wouldn’t be pushed around by his aunt anymore. Standing up he screamed what he thought at her. They whole table was silent as he screamed his thoughts. That is until Marge began to swell up.
“MARGE” Vernon yelled.
Taking off like a flash Harry ran upstairs and grabbed his trunk and ran out the door.
“Damn he thought the Ministry will have me for this!” Was Harrys’ thought before realizing where her was.
Stopping on a low wall in Mongolia Crescent Harry was flooded by panic. Would he be expelled from Hogwarts? Would he be force back with his relatives? Harry was interrupted by the sound of banging metal in an alleyway. Looking over Harry shot a Lumos spell. Seeing a big shape with gleaming eyes Harry backed up falling over his trunk.
BANG!
A big purple bus appeared out of nowhere. After getting on and paying to get to Diagon Alley Harry sat back and enjoyed the ride.
*********************************************************
“Diagon Alley!” Was shouted through the bus. Getting up Harry made his way off the bus.
“Harry!” was yelled as he walked off of the bus. Tom and another man were making their way towards him.
Taking him back to the leaky cauldron Harry learnt that the other man was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. After a chat with the Minister about the events of the night Harry let out his breath with happiness. He wasn’t going to be punished! And best of all he wouldn’t have to go back to the Dursleys, he was staying in a room that Tom had prepared for the rest of the summer.
Walking up to his room Harry found his trunk by the bed and promptly fell asleep on his bed.
To Be Continued
Please R/R…No Flames