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Harry Potter couldn't believe his luck. Randomly, he would wake up in the middle of the night or early in the morning, and he would spend a solid twenty minutes just thanking each and every deity he could think of for how great things had turned out.
Of course, he'd had a rough go of it. More than a rough go. The first fifteen years of his life - losing his parents, being mistreated by his relatives, being in mortal peril every single day - those years had been an almost interminable shit sandwich. That shit sandwich had been topped off when he'd been shunted through the veil after taking a spell that had been meant for Sirius.
But at that moment, Harry's luck had turned for the better. Anyone else would have been instantly annihilated by the veil, but Harry was the lucky bastard that had a soul-shard in his head ready to take the hit for him. The now horcrux-free Harry fell out the other side of the veil, confused and disoriented, but alive.
He would remain confused for quite a while later, all the way through the dozens of rounds of interrogations and tests he went through at the Department of Mysteries. To this day, Harry shuddered whenever he had to use the lift at the Ministry and his eyes fell on the button that would transport him back to the fabled department.
But, after all that uncomfortableness, it had been nothing but one joy after the other. He was in an alternate world, an alternate past, even. There was no Voldemort, not even a Tom Riddle. There was no dark lord threatening to take over the wizarding world, no shadowy group trying to sow chaos.
The weight of the world was no longer on his shoulders. And not only that, but Harry now had the one thing he'd been yearning for his entire life: family.
Dorea Potter had been recently widowed, her late husband Charlus having been the last remaining Potter. It had taken Dorea one look at the fifteen year old boy to embrace him as the son she'd never had. Harry had moved to Potter manor, and he had completed his final two years of schooling without a hitch.
There were a few more quirks to this peaceful world, of course, quirks that Harry had readily embraced.
After all, one secret that Harry had kept in his previous life, a secret that he had not let on to a single soul, that he had managed to keep from even Snape's mental assault, was that he was a massive, horny, incestuous pervert.
As Harry lay in the master bedroom of Potter manor, he still recalled that wonderful moment, mere days after having started his new life.
…
“Harry, honey…” Dorea entered the room, a nervous look on her face.
“Yes, grandma?” Harry asked as he looked up from his book. It still felt so strange to call her that, but every time he did, a great warmth spread across his chest.
His grandmother was biting her lip, which made her look rather cute. Dorea Potter was a woman in her late fifties, though magic ensured she would not look a day over forty for a very long time. And what a forty it was, Harry's paternal grandmother had been a Black, and she had all of their patended aristocratic beauty, with long, wavy black hair and violet eyes. She also had an absolutely delicious, mature body, a big, juicy ass and large tits that were prominent even through robes, much less the thin material of the sundress she was currently wearing.
In his previous life, Harry had jerked off plenty of times while spying on his rail-thin, bony aunt changing. The mere sight of his grandmother's jiggly, head-crushing thighs had been enough for him to batter his meat into submission over the past few days.
“Well, honey, the unspeakables told me that your world is different from ours. Well, I mean, that's obvious. But, well, there are a few things about or world that might be… shocking to you.”
Harry chuckled. “Grandma, after all I've been through, I doubt there's anything that could really shock me that much.”
That didn't seem to do much to quell Dorea's nerves. His grandmother sighed as she walked over to him, taking a seat on his desk as she ran a hand through his messy hair.
Harry appreciated the way her ass turned into a cushion as she settled down on it, her milky mommy tits squeezing together in the low-cut top of her sundress. Her sexy body was so enticingly close, Harry's cock hardened instantly.
“You see, Harry, in this world, when the head of the family dies, the next male in line instantly becomes the head, regardless of age.”
“So with me now here, that makes me Lord Potter.” Harry said.
“Yes.” She pushed his hair back, inspecting the now very faded lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
“Don't worry, grandma, I'll let you guide me through everything. I know I'm just a kid.”
Dorea's eyes closed, her lips parting as she exhaled. “That's not all, Harry. You see, in this world, the new head of the family must take on all the responsibilities of the old head. That includes any wives or mistresses the old head may have left behind.”
Harry choked on his breath, eyes widening in shock. “You mean…”
“I know this may seem alien to you. Maybe even disgusting, but you need to understand, Harry-”
“So that means you're my wife now, grandma?”
“Yes.”
Harry‘s mouth hung open as he stared at his grandmother. Dorea was squirming under his gaze now. She'd been fearful of her grandson's reaction, and it seemed that she had been right to be.
“Ha-ooohmp!”
Harry launched himself at her. He'd aimed for her mouth, but in his enthusiasm he'd ended up catching only the corner. Dorea grabbed his head and moved her own, both their lips sliding along until they were finally sealed together.
Harry had only just had his first kiss with Cho a few months ago. Now, he was locking lips with his grandmother. Dorea's tongue probed against his lips, and Harry allowed her entry. His grandmother was as horny as he was, because she practically rammed her tongue down his throat. Harry moaned as he moved his tongue against hers. He was completely inexperienced, but he more than made up for it in enthusiasm.
Dorea grabbed his hands and shoved them up against her tits. Harry moaned again as his hands began kneading and squeezing, playing with his grandmother's large tits. From the way his grandmother began to grind her pussy up against his crotch, Harry figured he was doing something right.
They sucked on each other's tongues, sharing a wild, sloppy, needy kiss as Harry's hands slipped inside Dorea's top and began to play with raw, hot flesh and hard, erect nipples.
When Dorea finally broke the kiss, she gave her grandson a sultry, steamy smile, “I guess your world is not as different from ours, then.”
Harry shook his head. “It is. Its just that I'm a nasty pervert.”
“Well, lucky for you, you found the right place to be a nasty little boy. Now come, baby,” Dorea tugged her dress aside, letting one of her tits plop out, a hard, pink nipple staring Harry right in the face, “Come and suck on grammy's tits.”
In a pavlovian response, Harry's mouth instantly flooded with saliva. He dipped down and swallowed his grandma's nipple, giving her tit a hard suck as Dorea squeezed his head tight against her chest, rubbing her other tit on the side of his face.
“YES! YES! OOOH! HARRY, YOU'RE THE BABY BOY I ALWAYS WANTED!”
That confession just made Harry suck harder as he pushed his cock against his grandma's cunt. She was so wet, her juices had soaked through her knickers and right on through Harry's trousers.
Dorea reached down give his cock a hard squeeze, moaning even harder as she could feel just how much her grandson was packing. With an expert hand, she undid his zipper and reached inside, pulling down his boxers and getting her hands on his hard, throbbing cock.
“Oh its so BIG!” Dorea exclaimed as she began to jerk her hand up and down its length. It truly was a huge cock, much bigger than her late husband's. It wasn't just long but also quite thick, and Dorea couldn't actually fully close her hand around its veiny girth.
This was all she'd ever wanted. A son of her own to fuck her pussy raw and pound it into oblivion.
Harry protested as Dorea pulled his head from her tits, lips refusing to unlatch as his tongue swirled all over her nipple.
“Baby, please! Grammy wants to swallow up your cock.”
Harry moaned, finally letting go of her tit as Dorea giggled. She squeezed her breasts together and rubbed them back and forth across Harry's face, smothering him with them before she finally slid off the desk.
Harry turned to face his grandma, his cock bobbing up and down very eagerly as she slipped the other strap of her sundress down and began to shimmy it down her body.
She was a goddes. Her big tits were the first to be freed completely, mostly full and firm with just the right amount of sag to make Harry's cock twitch. Next was her creamy stomach, which flared out onto wide hips and a thick ass that Harry could see from the front. When the dress finally pooled at her feet, Harry could see her dripping cunt, a patch of dark, curly pubic hair looking glossy as it glistened with her juices.
“Let me make it feel good, baby.” She said a she dropped to her knees, crawling her way over to him as Harry stood there, frozen.
Her hands wrapped around his cock - both of them, this time - as she marveled at the head, “It's so big! it's going to stretch grammy's pussy out.”
Dorea opened her mouth, her violet eyes locked on her grandson's face as she brought the bulbous head to her lips.
Her tongue peeked out and gave the first slow, enticing lick. She lapped it around, riding the edges of his bellend before her head rushed forth and she swallowed the whole thing in her mouth.
“OH GOD!” Harry shouted as his grandmother sucked his cockhead into her mouth. She never broke eye contact, pinning him with a sultry, seductive look as she suckled on the head like a pacifier, drinking down every little bit of pre-cum Harry was willing to feed her.
Harry's hands went to her head as Dora sucked and tongued him down. “Fuck, grandma! I wanna fuck your face!”
Dorea wanted to tell him to just do it, that she was now nothing more than her grandson's cumslut and that he could do whatever he wanted to her.
There was no need, because a second after speaking, Harry snapped his hips, shoving more of his turgid member into her mouth.
“GAHK!” Dorea choked as several more inches of her grandson's cock invaded her mouth and slid all the way down to her throat, his engorged head lodging itself in her esophagus as she was forced to stretch her jaw.
Harry gripped her face hard as he pulled back. After some struggle unstoppering his cock from her throat, he managed to slide it back slowly, cock grinding against every inch of his grandmother's mouth, until finally, just the head was in sealed in her lips again.
There was a momentary pause, and then, Harry slammed his hips forward once more.
There was no stopping this time. Harry was a boy possessed, keeping Dorea's head in place as he began to move with greater speed, skullfucking his grandmother.
Dorea kept her eyes locked on his, even as tears began to stream down and streak the mascara that she had applied on her face. Her grandson was fucking her face hard, dominating her, and she loved every second of it.
“Oh Merlin, grandma!” Harry gave one more violent thrust, lodging the entire length of his cock down her throat until Dorea's nose was bending against his pelvis and his balls slapped against her chin. With a mighty throb, the teenager orgasmed, feeding his cum directly down his grandmother's gullet.
Dorea couldn't swallow if she tried. No, she was force-fed her grandson's rich, creamy cum as it splashed against her throat and ran down her esophagus, directly into her stomach.
When Harry pulled out, Dorea grabbed onto his cock and gave the head a few more sucks, making sure to clean up every last drop of his seed. She then rose to her feet, batting her lashes seductively as she ran a finger down her slit.
“Grandma wants you to eat her pussy now.”
Dorea hopped back up on the table as she spread her legs out, baring the entirety of her moist slit. She ran her index finger around the edges of her lips, collecting a large goop of her cunt-juice before bringing it up to her mouth and giving it a taste, her tangy sweetness merging with the salty cum that still lingered on her tongue.
Harry sat down on his chair, eye locked on his grandmother's wonderful pussy. He rolled the chair forward until his face was right up against her cunt. Dorea grabbed at his hair with her hand as Harry leaned forward and took a big whiff.
Sweet. Spicy. Deeply musky.
Harry dove into her pussy, plunging his tongue deep into her cunt as his nose rubbed circles against her hooded clit.
“Oh! Yes! Yes baby! Eat grammy's cunt!”
Harry devoured his grandmother's peach with no sense of decorum, his face quickly becoming smeared with her cunt juices as he tongue-fucked her. Harry burrowed as deep as he could go, collecting glug after glug of her rich nectar.
Dorea tugged at his hair and Harry moved his face up, dragging his tongue out of her pussy-hole even as her walls squeezed around him, begging him not to go.
He placed his mouth over her clit and began to give it light, feathery licks. His nose was now buried in her pubic hair, inhaling concentrated dewdrops of her pussy milk while he took large huffs of her musk.
It was like a supercharged shot of smelling salts. Harry pressed his nose harder against Dorea's bush as he used his spit to apply consistent, pulsating pressure on his grandmother's clit.
“YES! YES! YES BABY KEEP GOING!”
Harry worked his mouth up to a frenzy, chin dipping in and out into Dorea's gushing pussy as he moved his head around.
Finally, her clit couldn't take any more, and with a loud shriek, Dorea felt a massive orgasm wash over her as she bucked against Harry's face, grinding her pussy all up against it as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
When Dorea finally came down, her well-arched back slowly uncoiling, Harry got up with a jolt, sending the chair rolling off into the distance as he stood between his grandmother's legs.
His cock was steel hard, and with a single step forward, his shaft smacked against her slick inner thigh.
“Oh baby, you're gonna fuck your grandma?” Dorea cooed as she put a finger over her clit. She hissed at her own touch, her clit was still far too sensitive, but she powered through, flicking slow, lazy circles around the throbbing little bean.
“I'm going to fuck you, grandma. Every day and night, I'm going to fuck you till your belly is full of my cum.” Harry said. So many years of depraved fantasies swimming around in his head, and finally, they were about to become a reality.
Dorea reached down and gripped his cock, tugging it towards her bleating pussy, which was still oozing her sweet caramel.
Harry hissed loudly when his head first made contact with her cunt. It was so fucking hot and wet. Dorea rubbed his cockhead around her entrance, and they both grit their teeth whenever his bellend would catch against the inside of her cunt.
Finally, Dorea had more or less placed his cock at her entrance, head perfectly locked in place like the final piece of a puzzle, her quivering walls were sucking on his cockhead, teasing it, doing everything they could to coax it inward.
Harry took a deep breath. Giving him a sultry look, Dorea cradled one of her tits, licking her lips before bringing it up to her mouth and sucking on the nipple.
Harry's cock throbbed mightily as he plunged into her cunt. The two of them moaned as Harry's thick cock speared all the way inside of his grandmother's incestuous pussy.
“BABY!” Dorea's tit popped out of her mouth as she threw her head back. Harry grabbed and squeezed the globes of her ass as he never stopped moving, ramming himself all the way down into her cunt.
Dorea arched her back, thrusting her tits out as Harry used her ass for leverage, dragging her closer to the edge of the desk as he began to rut into her.
In and out. His cock moved in and out of his grandmother's pussy. Dorea began tweaking her nipples as her titties bounced, “YES! YES BABY! CLAIM THAT PUSSY! MAKE GRAMMY YOUR CUMSLUT!”
Loud *PLAP*PLAP*PLAP*s echoed through the room as Harry claimed his grandmother, slamming her against his crotch as he filled every single crevice of her pussy with his massive cock.
Dorea was sucking on her nipples again, alternating between them as buried his cock deep in her pussy and began griding it from side to side.
He continued like that, alternating strokes and speeds, giving her the fucking of her lifetime despite being a virgin, pulling from all the fantasies he'd cultivated inside his head.
“Baby, please! Please fill me up!”
“Yes grandma!” Harry grunted in return. He couldn't hold on any longer, not in this tight, wet vice.
Harry slammed home one final time as his cock spurted like a firehose, shooting its first few ropes of incestuous seed inside of his grandmother's pussy. Dorea moaned, grabbing his shoulders and hugging him tight as Harry's cock continued to twitch, continued to flood her.
Harry's big, heavy balls worked overtime as they pumped his grandmother's cunt full of cum, feeding her what felt like a gallon of piping hot, chunky seed.
“Baby, can you carry grandma to the room? But please, don't take it out.”
Harry was happy to oblige, hoisting his grandmother up and carrying the full weight of her sexy, MILF body. Quietly, as she rested her head on his shoulder, he carried her out of the room and up to the master bedroom.
…
That had been years ago. Now in his late twenties, long since graduated from Hogwarts, Harry had tripled the Potter fortune with several lucrative business ventures and investments. He was also active in the wizengamot, already leading the progressive bloc despite his young age.
And of course, he still had his gorgeous wife, his gorgeous grandmother.
Harry lifted the sheets to see his sexy wife between his legs, mouth worshipping his cock as she stroked it.
Yes, the past twelve years had been a frenzy of constant, incestuous sex between Harry and his grandmother, with no signs of stopping.
A knock at the window heralded the arrival of a barn owl, who dropped a letter on Harry's nightstand before swooping right back out the window.
Harry reached for the letter as Dorea continued sucking his cock, though her eyes were curious as her young husband opened it and read through its contents.
The smile that sprouted on Harry's face could only mean one thing. Dorea popped his cock out of her mouth, “Is it…?”
“Yes.” Harry nodded.
“Oh honey, I'm so happy for you!” Dorea cooed, though Harry knew that this would make her quite happy in her own right.
Dorea was unable to bear children. Even besides that, having inherited her through the lordship, Harry was entitled to a second wife. He'd had many offers, but he'd turned them all down. There was only one person worthy of being Harry's other wife.
Another major difference between this world and his own was how the split from muggles was handled. Whereas his own world had instituted a statute of secrecy, employing large teams of obliviators and muggle-repelling charms, this world had gone about it quite a bit differently.
The magical world had been split from the muggle world. Any being with magic, from plants and fungi to goblins and dragons, lived in a parallel world, a world that muggles could only glimpse through mirrors, mirrors that wizards used to enter the muggle world.
There was no hiding here, no need for secret districts. As a triple-decker bus drove down the bustling streets of muggle london, some might catch a sliver of that very same place, but different, populated by wizards.
That all led to the issue of muggleborns. At their first act of accidental magic, when they were registered in the book of admission, they were picked up and removed from the muggle world, their families obliviated.
This was actually one of the fundamental splits in society. There weren't really dark and light families here. No, one of the major points of contention was how to handle the muggleborns.
Everyone agreed that it was best for pureblood families to adopt these muggleborns in order to properly integrate them into wizarding society. There was an entire department at the Ministry set up to match muggleborns with their wizarding families. The point of contention, then, was on what to do with their muggle families. Most thought that it was best to just obliviate them and be done with it. Others, like the Potters, thought it more humane to at least bring some or all of their immediate family along with them. After all, squibs were not cast out to the muggle world, and there were applications such as potions and herbology that they could still take part in.
It was controversial to say the least, and highly regulated. But, Harry was now one of the richest, most powerful lords in all of Britain, and a well-respected one as well. It had been easy enough for him to pull some strings, to ensure that he would be assigned the muggleborn he wanted, and to receive special permission to house her family as well.
“I'll get the house ready for them, honey.” Dorea purred as she got up from the bed, sheets draping themselves over her body like a toga, “I can't wait!”
harry kissed his grandmother one last time before he hopped in the shower and got ready, today was the big day, the day his mother would finally be his.
…
The town was called Cokeworth. It was a dull, dreary place, the smokestacks from the factories casting a permanent greyish sheen over the sky.
Harry walked down the sidewalk. These were suburbs, but they were definitely on the lower end of middle class. Some homes were in sad states, overgrown grass and broken windows, while others were more well kept, clean.
In the wizarding world, this entire area was a lush, verdant forest where some magicals lived in small cottages. Harry knew which one he preferred.
K-13. That was the house number. Harry cleared his throat. He adjusted his suit. The home was nice, front yard strewn all over with dolls and toys. It definitely looked a lot more welcoming than Number Four Privet Drive had been.
The waist-high fence was unlocked, letting out a soft creak as Harry pushed it open.
He knocked on the door, and it only took a minute for someone to answer.
“Hello?” The woman answered, her voice pitching up as she took in the tall, handsome man before her.
“Hello, ma'am. Is this the Evans home?”
“It is.” She said.
“Then you must be the lovely Mrs. Evans.” Harry said.
She flushed, and the woman Harry assumed was his grandmother actually gave him a very blatant once over, raking her eyes over his body. “It's Miss now, actually. You can call me Holly”
“Then you can call me Harry.” Harry said. Growing up, he'd received zero information on his maternal grandparents from aunt Petunia. Now, he knew that they were likely divorced, and that his grandma's name was Holly.
And what a looker Holly was. She looked to be in her late thirties. She was slimmer than Druella, though she still had a nice, round ass and perky, C-Cup breasts. She had long, blonde hair that seemed to be naturally wavy, though it was currently mostly messy, some strands falling over her face, which only added to her appeal.
“How can I help you?” She asked, adding a seductive purr to her voice that let Harry know he wasn't imagining things, his grandmother was already horny for him.
“I'm actually here to talk about your daughter.”
“...Lily?”
“Yes.” Harry nodded. “Its nothing bad. Its actually the opportunity of a lifetime.”
“Oh, I see. Please come on in, I'll make you a spot of tea.”
Harry followed her inside, and he quickly noted the way Holly was putting an extra swing to her hips, letting her ass sway from side to side with each step.
She glanced over her shoulder, “So, this is some sort of school, I take it?”
Harry chuckled as they stepped into the small kitchen, where Holly quickly busied herself making tea. “Well, yes, and no, its actually something much bigger than that.”
“Bigger?” Holly questioned.
“Yep. Its a bit confusing, but I'd rather explain it with her here. Where is she, by the way?”
“Oh, she's in her room. I'd just grounded her and her sister a little bit before you arrived. They're constantly fighting, those two.”
Harry smiled. “Well, if you could. I think it would be best if they both came down here.”
“Sure thing.” She said as she handed him his tea, making sure to brush her fingers across his in the process. “Lily! Petunia! Get down here! We have a guest!”
There was maybe a second's pause before two doors opened upstairs and a pair of footsteps could be heard coming down. It was quite evident that the girls had been listening at their doors, curious about their unknown house-guest.
The first face he saw left Harry completely jarred. He had many, many memories of his aunt Petunia. Vibrant ones. Even as she'd been the subject of his very first masturbatory sessions, it had always been due to the delicious, incestuous taboo. His actual aunt had been a rail-thin, horse-faced woman who could be charitably described as plain.
And yet, this cute little seven-year old girl shared her features. She even had the very same frown his aunt always wore. But Petunia Evans was truly cute, with her blonde-hair cut into a bob, she looked like a sexy little brat that just needed a hard cock in her mouth.
Right behind her came the girl who could only be described as a fairy tale princess. In a single moment, Harry understood why both his father and Snape had been so obsessed with Lily Evans.
Rich, lush auburn hair. Emerald green eyes that, on her, looked positively ethereal. A cute, button nose, and just an overall aura of pure, angelic beauty.
His cock, already half-hard from Holly's teasing, absolutely tented in his trousers.
“Girls, this is Mr. Harry…”
“Potter.”
“Harry Potter. And he is here to talk to Lily.”
“Me?” Lily questioned, blushing as she looked up at the handsome older man.
“Well, it concerns all of you, but it does stem from you, Lily. You see, Lily, you're a witch.”
Lily's face fell as Petunia snorted, laughing derisively at her older sister. “I've known that since forever!”
“Petunia!” Lily growled, seemingly ready to start tussling with her sister.
“Girls!” Holly snapped, stopping them both in their tracks before she looked up at Harry, “What exactly do you mean?”
“I don't mean it as a joke. Here… its better if I show you.” He pulled his wand out of his pocket, aiming it at the small wooden dinner table. “Lily, what's your favorite animal?”
“Umm, a rabbit?”
“A rabbit it is.” Harry flicked his wand, and to the family's complete shock, their kitchen table turned into a small little white bunny rabbit.
“OH MY GOD!” Petunia shrieked while Lily and Holly both gasped. Harry flicked his wand again, and the rabbit had turned back into a table.
“How did you do that?” Holly asked.
“Magic.” Harry explained. He flicked his wand over Holly this time, and her simple dress transformed before their eyes into a white tank top which exposed all of her slim waist, as well as tightly hugging her perky chest and hard nipples. The bottom half turned into a pair of booty shorts that perfectly cuffed her juicy ass.
Holly squealed as she looked down at herself while her daughters looked on in awe.
“I-I can do that?” Lily said, looking awed but also with a dawning sense of understanding.
“With some training, yes.” Harry said.
“What about me?!” Petunia asked excitedly. She searched Harry's face, and before he could even answer, she was stomping her feet on the floor, ugly tears welling up in her eyes. “Why?! Why does Lily get to do that and not me?! It's not fair!”
“Petunia!”
But Petunia's tantrum was not going to be stopped by her mother, not this time. The young girl screamed in anger as she grabbed the closest thing she could find, an empty tea cup, and threw it against the wall.
The tea cup had barely moved before it stopped, suspended in the air as Harry levitated it back onto the table before rounding up on Petunia.
Petunia's eyes widened as Harry grabbed her by the arm. As Lily and Holly looked on, Harry pulled up a chair with his foot, taking a seat while laying the yelping girl across his lap. Harry lifted up her skirt and pulled down her little pink panties, leaving her pale, pert butt-cheeks exposed.
Petunia's feet kicked in the air as Harry brought his hand down, giving her butt a nice, hard slap that resounded throughout the room.
Petunia squealed, squirming on his lap as Harry gave her another spank, and then another. He gave her three more firm smacks until the girl's bottom had turned a bright red.
“Are you going to behave now?” Harry asked in a commanding tone.
“Y-Yes!” Petunia sniffled.
“Good. Now sit up straight.” He ordered.
Petunia looked up at him, unsure of what he meant until his firm gaze told it all. The girl glanced at her mum, but Holly was making no move to challenge Harry, and so Petunia shuffled gingerly in his lap to sit upright. She winced as her bare, raw bum pressed against the hard tent in his pants.
“You really know how to handle a child.” Holly purred. Meanwhile, Lily's eyes were wide as could be, thighs rubbing together under her oversized shirt.
Harry smiled back as he rested a hand on Petunia's bare thigh. His growing suspicion was all but confirmed: his grandmother, heck, his mother and his aunt too, were all just as depraved as he was.
“As I was saying, Lily is a witch. You just had your first instance of accidental magic recently, didn't you?”
Lily nodded, many things clicking in her head all at once, “I-I made Tunie's doll explode.”
“She broke it!”
“Petunia.” Harry warned, hugging her closer to him, burrowing his clothed cock in between her ass-cheeks. The girl quieted down instantly. Harry's hand rode further up her thigh.
“So what now?” Holly asked, taking several steps towards Harry, who noted just how stiff her nipples had gotten.
“Well, I'm afraid that magical children can't stay in the muggle world, in your world. I'm actually here to take Lily home with me.”
There was a loud intake of breath from Lily as Holly pouted, puffing her chest out as she put her hands behind her back, “And what about Petunia and I?”
“My intention is to take you both with me as well, of course, but there are some things you should know first.” Harry rubbed circles around Petunia's thigh, “You can never come back to this world. Also, the wizarding world adheres to a different set of morals.”
“How so?” Holly asked, sounding greatly excited.
“I'm married to my grandmother, for starters. And I'm looking for a second wife.” His eyes raked over Lily, who blushed profusely as she held his gaze, “And, well…”
“Petunia and I would be nothing more than your personalf fuck-slaves?” She interjected.
“Yes.” Harry said, not wavering for a second.
Holly smiled. “Lily, take off your shirt.”
“Yes mum.” Lily bunched up her overly long t-shirt and slowly pulled it up. Harry's mouth went dry, his cock throbbing against Petunia's bum as the first few inches of his eight-year-old mother's perfect flesh were revealed. First it was her thighs, her skin just a hue darker than her sister’s, a perfectly light tan. Then Harry saw her bright yellow knickers with a very prominent damp spot at the center. The knickers were tight around her crotch, and Harry caught the slightest glimpse of one of her puffy little pussy lips.
Then he saw her stomach, flat and perfectly smooth, a cute innie belly-button leading up to more skin and then a perfectly flat chest with two pink little nipples. She pulled the shirt up over her head and tossed it aside, and Harry got a full view of his eight year old mother, naked save for her yellow ducky panties.
“Do you want to know why their father is no longer around?” Holly asked as she caressed the top of Lily's head, running her hand through her auburn tresses. “Its because I love my daughters, l love them very much. He, on the other hand, was too much of a coward to love my girls like they deserve to.” She squatted down, hand now gripping the back of Lily's neck as the redhead gasped. Holly stared dead at Harry before she turned her head and took one of her daughter's nipples right into her mouth.
“Muuumy!” Lily mewled as Holly sucked on her flat chest. The girl's hand dove right under the waistband of her knickers, and it was evident with how fervently she began frigging herself that she'd been eager to do so for a while.
Holly pulled back from Lily's nipple with a loud smack, making a show out of licking her lips before she looked at Harry again. “What about you? Are you man enough to be the daddy my girls need?”
That said, Holly turned Lily's head to the side, gripping her chin as she brought her daughter in for a steamy, sultry kiss.
Harry was mesmerized by the sight of his grandmother and mother making out, tongues intertwining as Holly's hand went down to join Lily's inside of her panties, rubbing her mound and groping her clit.
He heard another little moan, this one much closer, and he looked down to see that Petunia was rubbing her bare little cunt up and down on his crotch, a damp, slimy spot already forming on his pants.
“Daaddy…” Petunia whimpered. Harry reached down between them, hand brushing against her underage pussy as he undid his fly, unleashing his monstrous cock.
Petunia gasped as the gigantic cock sprung free, smacking her little pussy lips before it bobbed out. Petunia sank back down, her lips spreading out around his thick shaft as she began to slide back and forth, dragging her hot little cunt along the way.
“Look, Lily, he's such a big daddy too.” Holly and Lily had drawn closer, falling to their knees at Harry's feet as they got an up-close look of Petunia masturbating against his massive cock.
“Why don't you do like mommy trained you?”
“You mean?...” Lily stared at Harry's cockhead with with wide eyes before a look of determination settled on her face, as Harry looked on breathlessly, Lily nestled her head in his lap, opening her mouth wide.
“I've been keeping both my girls sharp,” Holly said seductively as she gathered Lily's hair up into a loose ponytail, “Though bananas don't quite match up to your girth.”
It was true, as Lilly was straining to open her mouth wide enough to take him. Still, the little redhead managed, wrapping her lips around Harry's cockhead, closing her eyes as she began to suckle on the head.
“Fuck!” Harry groaned at the sight of his mother, only eight years old, sucking on his cock. She could only manage the top half of his head, but that was more than enough to drive Harry insane as she nursed on it, her hot little mouth hugging it while her tongue played around, small enough to fit through his opening and wriggle around inside his urethra.
Holly massaged his balls while Petunia continued to grind on his shaft, all three Evans women working to drive Harry insane.
Petunia looked up at him as she shuddered, her body hot and flushed, “W-Will you love me as much as Lily?”
Harry's heart stopped as he looked down at her. No longer his bratty little aunt, but a little girl who'd always come in second to her prettier, more talented older sister.
“Of course I will, honey.” Harry said as he dipped his head down and claimed his young aunt's lips in a kiss.
Petunia moaned as Harry's tongue entered her mouth. Harry loved the feel of Petunia's much smaller tongue against his, loved the feel of her wet cunt as it squelched around his shaft. He reached down and began flicking her clit, and as she gasped into his mouth, Harry brought his young aunt to a violent, powerful orgasm.
“Ooh you made her cum so good!” Holly cooed as Petunia's juices seeped onto the trunk of Harry's shaft. Lily had her eyes open now, eying her sister's growing mess as she dove forward to try and take more of Harry's head, choking as she swallowed two-thirds of the crown, filled up to the back of her throat.
Slithering about like a succubus, Harry's grandmother nudged her face around Lily's, holding her tongue out and sliding it up his shaft, scooping up Petunia's slick.
“Mummy!” Petunia screamed as Holly reached her pussy lips and stuck her tongue inside, burrowing it inside her cunt to collect even more of her daughter's juices.
Harry was being serviced like never before. With his mother sucking him off, his grandmother alternating between licking his shaft and eating his aunt out, and his aunt moaning like a little bitch as Harry played with her flat chest under her shirt.
His cock rumbled. He thought about cumming now, directly down his mother's throat, but he had a hot, underage pussy riding his cock, and it was high time he claimed it.
Harry shifted his hips back, and Lily's suction wasn't strong enough to keep his cock in place. It popped out of her mouth, wet with her slobber.
“Oh yes! Yes! Pop her little cherry!” Holly cheered as she grasped his cock, eagerly assisting Harry in deflowering her little girl as Harry lifted Petunia up by her armpits.
“This big wizard cock is going to fuck you, Tuney! He's going to make you into his perfect little girl!”
She held his cock up and lined it up with Petunia's cunt as Harry lowered it down. Harry little blonde aunt was breathing heavily, until her eyes caught Lily's and they steeled in determination.
It was like fitting a battering ram through a keyhole, but somehow, Harry's cock split her underage cunt apart. Petunia screamed, her seven-year-old pussy swallowing up Harry's engorged head, before it stopped.
“Lets help them along, Lily.”
Lily and Holly brought their faces up to where Harry's cockhead had sealed itself inside of Petunia's pussy. Mother and daughter worked in tandem, using their tongues on Harry's shaft and Petunia's lips. With the added lubrication, Petunia's pussy slowly slid further down on Harry's shaft, Lily and Holly moving down along with her. Holly's longer tongue wrapped around the side of his cock while Lily's worked on the other side, dutifully slicking up the path for Harry's monster cock to gain another inch of Petunia's pussy.
When he finally hit rock bottom, head slamming against her cervix and sending vibrations reverberating throughout her little body, only the top third of his cock had managed to snake its way inside of Petunia's overstretched pussy.
“Oooooh!” Petunia moaned as she was filled far more that any of her mother's toys could ever manage.
“Are you ok, Tuney?” Lily asked, and Harry genuinely couldn't tell if his mother was truly concerned or just taunting her younger sister.
“I'm fine!” Petunia spat, thrusting her hips down to prove a point, only to scream as Harry's cock shifted about inside of her, making her see stars.
The little giggle Lily let out told Harry that his mother was perhaps a bit more devious than he'd first thought. Lily's emerald eyes were full of mischief as she winked at him, and unprompted, she dove down, burying her face in his nutsack as she took a big whiff.
“Fuck!” Harry groaned as he thrust up inside of Petunia, holding the impaled girl with his arms as he began to fuck her pre-teen pussy.
“Lily's such a little nymph, isn't she?” Holly said as Lily began to lick away at his nutsack, hoovering one of his balls into her little mouth, “Can you believe she was the one that started all this? She's been making her little sister lick her pussy for years!”
“Gods!” Harry was moving Petunia up and down on his cock now, fucking in and out of her tiny pussy as Lily was joined on his balls by Holly, who took his free testicle and swallowed it up into her mouth.
His aunt, nothing more than a glorified fleshlight at this point, did not last long. In fact, she was in the throes of a continuous, rolling orgasm, eyes in the back of her head as her little legs shook.
Harry grunted as he sprayed her cunt full of cum. His first blast was so thick and voluminous, he filled her up to the brim. Harry pulled Petunia off his cock, and as his cock continued to twitch, strings of thick cream arched out and layered themselves over Holly and Lily's faces.
Harry hugged the convulsing Petunia close to his side as his mother and grandmother looked up, keeping their eyes open and mouths on his nutsack as thick streams of cum rained down on their faces. The sight of his angelic, eight year old mother's face with his cum criss-crossing her face was a sight that he would never forget.
In its final twitch, his half-mast cock rose up from the grave, becoming rock hard once more. He was not done. Far from it.
Lily was lapping up at her mother's face, licking it clean of Harry's cum. Once she'd licked it all off, and left a sheen of slobber behind, Holly, kissed her girl on the lips, “Lily, give your little sister special kisses.”
“Yes mum.”
Smooth as could be, Holly grabbed Harry's hand while he deposited Petunia on the seat. Lily crawled between her sister's legs, burying her face in her little sister's pussy and glugging down more of Harry's seed in the process.
Holly led Harry to the kitchen counter, bending over and pulling aside the boy-shorts he's conjured for her, exposing her hot, hungry cunt.
“I have a feeling you're very smitten with my eldest. So I need to get mine before you shower he with all your love.”
Harry chuckled as he grasped her womanly hips, fingers sinking into her skin as she removed her top and lets her tits swing free.
“Don't worry, I'll give all of you plenty of attention.” He nudged forward, though he stopped short of entering her.
“You know, in the wizarding world, time travel exists.”
Holly looked confused for a moment, wriggling her hips to try and nudge his cock into her pussy already. “Yeah?”
Harry smiled. “It does. Don't you think its strange that my eyes are identical to Lily's?”
It took her a moment, but Holly let out a loud, shuddering gasp, legs quivering as she now more desperately tried to get Harry's cock inside her, his firm grip keeping her in place. “You mean, you're…”
“Her son.” Harry finished for her before slamming his cock home into her mature pussy.
Despite being older, Holly's pussy wasn't quite equipped for Harry's massive cock, and so the woman let out an earth-shattering moan as he filled up her cunt. She rested her head against the table as her ass rippled from the impact.
“What do you think of that, grandma?” he asked as his crotch rhythmically smacked against her ass. Rose was incoherent at first, arms thrashing all over the table and even tipping over a teacup as she went wild.
“Oh! Oh god! Yes! Fuck your grandma! Fuck grandma good!”
She was clearly very into the idea, and Harry wondered if his own world's Holly had been the source of his depravity.
It didn't matter, what mattered was the hot MILF trembling before him as he fucked her squelching pussy. Her ass was turning red from the repeated impacts, and Harry could feel her squeeze him tight as she was wracked with an orgasm.
“Please, baby! Please get grandma pregnant! Put another baby girl in me!”
Harry grunted as he slammed into her, her orgasming pussy squeezing him like a vice as it desperately tried to milk him. He hiked her ass up, leaving her legs in the air as her body rested on the table, tits pressed down as Harry filled her with his seed.
His second orgasm was just as strong as the first, but this time, all of it was being fed inside of her cunt. Holly pushed her ass back, just as dedicated as Harry was to filling her pussy up with as much baby batter as possible, ensuring she got pregnant on their first try.
When Harry pulled out of her, Holly spun around, crouching down on the floor while she pressed a hand to her cunt, keeping his seed trapped inside. She gave his cock several long, deep sucks, taking it down her throat before pulling away with a smack.
“Go ahead.” She said, looking up at him as she stuffed a finger inside her pussy, “Go take your mother's virgin cunny. She's ready for you.”
Harry turned around to find Lily was looking at him, face smeared with cum, her passed out sister spread out behind her.
“Am I really your mum?” She asked as Harry walked up to her. He grabbed her by the arms and lifted her up until her face was level with his own.
“You are, mum.” Harry said lovingly, cock throbbing, even after having orgasmed twice in quick succession. He'd been waiting for this moment for so long, “But now, I'm going to be your daddy. Would you like that?”
Lily inhaled deeply. “I would love it, daddy.”
Harry couldn't hold back any longer. He claimed his underage mother's sweet lips, catching them in a searing kiss.
Perhaps it was the ultimate taboo of it, of snogging not just his mum, but a pre-pubescent, eight year old version of her. Or, perhaps, there was more at play, perhaps Lily Evans was his soul mate. All Harry knew was that her kiss was the most wonderful he'd ever had.
He carried her over to the living room as he tasted her small tongue. He routinely broke the kiss, peppering her face and neck with kisses and nicks, only to forcefully shove his tongue down her throat once more.
Lily was overwhelmed at first, but very soon she was kissing back with just as much fire as he was. Harry laid them down on the sofa, getting on top of her, reveling at the feeling of her flat chest pressing against his own.
Lily wrapped her arms around his neck as Harry moved his head down, capturing one of her spicy little nipples in his mouth and giving it a suck that made her back arch considerably.
Her knickers were still on, but soaked through to such an extent that it looked as if she'd just dived into a pool.
Harry knew his target, but he took several detours along the way. He slid his tongue down her perfectly smooth skin, collecting her delicious sweat. He got down to her belly button and twisted his tongue around in it before suddenly jumping back up, sucking on her other nipple before giving her yet another rough kiss.
“You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.” Harry said as he caressed her face. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She said. And, despite her saying it to a man she'd barely known for an hour, her words carried a deep truth.
Harry's heart thudded as the fire in his loins flared up even higher. Lily, the little minx, kissed along his jaw and went down to his neck, giving it several rough bites.
Harry wanted to consume her. He wanted all of her to be his. He bit her stomach, bit her nipple, lifted her arm and gave a deep lick at her armpit.
“Oh daddy!” Lily moaned. She was a succubus in the body of a child, driving him wild as she grabbed his face and kissed his eyelid, kissed his ear and gave it the roughest, sexiest tug with her teeth.
Harry tossed her up on the sofa, diving between her legs. He licked her thigh. He reached for her knickers, and in a manifestation of his overwhelming will, they vanished at his touch.
Her pussy was so perfect, so pristine. It was mum's little pussy, and it was his.
Harry dove face first into it, ravishing it. There was technique, but there was also desperation, a hunger that simply would not allow him to be gentle with her.
Lily moaned with great passion. She locked her little legs around Harry's head as she bucked against him, her nails scraping against Harry's scalp as he devoured her underage peach, tongue and mouth working over her clit and pussy.
Her buttcheeks squeezed together as she came, back lifting off the sofa as she did so. Her cascading juices were like mana from heaven, and when Harry emerged from between her legs, his face was still dripping wet.
Harry didn't need to grab onto his cock, it seemed to be magnetically attracted to his mum's pussy. Harry slid up her body as his cock nestled in between her legs, its hefty weight pressing against her pussy.
Harry settled over her, emerald green meeting emerald green. Lily's lips quivered, her face flush as sweat dripped from her body.
“Please, daddy, fuck me!”
He sank into her depth and there was a white hot flash in his vision. Lily arched her back, and Harry wished he could suck on one of her stiff nipples once more, but their size difference would not allow it.
Instead, he would have to be content with wrapping a hand around her neck. Not choking, but applying pressure. She was so small, his fingers covered the lower half of her face.
“I'm going to fuck the shit out of you now, mum.”
With that, he began to fuck her, not delicately, like her child body demanded, but with the burning hunger from decades of built up list.
Magic must have been at play here again, because Lily's eight year old body took her son's cock, it withstood his hard pounding, even if the girl's eyes seemed to be rattling around inside their sockets.
Lily's tongue lolled out as Harry's hand kept her in place, the pressure of his strong grip only serving to heighten her pleasure. The gigantic, adult cock sawed in and out of her pussy, his hips slamming against her crotch. His cock not only stretched every single inch of her pussy, but she could feel it in her belly, a dull tingle building up in a spot just below her navel.
Harry leaned down, tugging at Lily's bottom lip with his teeth as his cock pistoned into her cunny. He was reshaping his mum's pussy, imprinting the shape of of his cock into it.
Lily's tongue lolled out, and Harry let go of her lower lip to swallow it into his mouth, not kissing her so much as he was sucking on her tongue.
Lily's pussy clamped around his cock as she came, and as Harry kept her tongue in place, her convulsing walls writhed against his shaft, and on the next downstroke, he found that what had been an impassable wall, no longer was.
*SQUELCH!*
“MHHHHH!” Lily moaned, tongue trapped and throat squeezed. Harry's cock had broken through, free movement slowed to a moist slog as his head rumbled through her cervix.
Lily mumbled incoherently, eyes open wide and body convulsing wildly as the light sensation in her lower stomach became a volcanic eruption.
Harry's cock stretched the neck of her cervix, each throbbing pulse gaining him another millimeter forward. Harry bit down lightly on Lily's tongue as he concentrated, putting all his strength on his hips.
Strength, and a little bit of magic.
“OOOOOOOOH!”
He'd finally let go of her tongue, head thrown back as his entire cockhead invaded Lily's womb. His cock scraped the lining of her uterus, and with a loud roar, his cock erupted inside.
It was a gushing fountain of semen. Lily could feel it. It was burning hot inside of her belly. Harry's hand kept her in place, even as she struggled. She wanted to look down, she wanted to see how her daddy-son's seed made her stomach swell up.
“Gods! Mum!” Harry ground his hips into her as he kept her pinned to the sofa. His balls were on overdrive, producing even more semen to fill his mother up, caking her womb, bloating it to the point of bursting.
“Oh Lily.” Harry said as he finally softened his grip on her neck. He maneuvered them around, rotating so that he was behind her, holding her close, though his cock never once left her womb, much less her pussy. Despite having cum, it refused to wilt more than a little, the crown of his head jammed inside of her uterus.
It was like he was knotted inside of his mum.
“Oh daddy.” Lily cooed. She couldn't see the red mark on her neck, but as she glanced down, she saw her bloated little belly. She reached down and pressed down on it, gasping as she felt Harry's hard cockhead.
“Hnnng!” Harry grunted as Lily dug her fingers in. Managing to grasp his head inside her womb, giving it a little squeeze, managing to squeeze out another little spurt of semen inside of her.
“I think we can start packing later.” Holly said as she carried Petunia along with her. Lily and Harry smiled dreamily as Holly placed Petunia in front of her sister. Lily hugged her close while Holly took a seat. She scooted over, laying Harry's head on her lap.
That was how the Evans family dozed off, with their depraved, incestous union complete, all of them dreaming about what the future would bring.