Emma Granger Pt. 2

It takes her far too long to realize what's going on right there at her very own dinner table. Dinner seems to be going well enough, and both Harry and Hermione are vocally appreciative of Emma's cooking efforts. As they engage in small talk, Harry effortlessly leads the conversation of course, but that's not the problem. It feels almost right to let him do so without protest or resistance, and Emma notices THAT very early on.

What she doesn't truly recognize until halfway through the meal is the fact that her daughter is being fingered and played with right before her eyes. It's the only explanation that makes sense when she finally DOES come to the realization. Hermione is fidgety and flustered, flighty and evasive throughout the meal by that point, and Harry only eats with one hand, his other beneath the table.

He's literally pleasuring her daughter right in front of her, and when she meets his eyes, Emma realizes that Harry knows she knows now… and he doesn't care. Blushing deeply, Emma can't help but want to get back at both of the young people sitting across from her. Honestly, thinking they can just play around with each other right under her nose?

Deciding to up the ante, Emma very carefully slips one of her feet out of her shoe, before lifting up her right leg, making sure to avoid Hermione at all costs as she searches out Harry instead. He lifts a single brow when she finally makes contact, and the MILF blushes under his gaze, even as Hermione tries to focus on her meal, far too distracted to realize what else is happening around her.

Emma doesn't let Harry's look deter her though. Licking her lips, the older woman slides her toes along his inner thighs until she hits his crotch, preparing to give him a foot job beneath the table with her stocking clad sole. She freezes however, when she finally gets a feel for just what he's packing. Eyes wide, Emma stares at Harry as he gives her that roguish grin she was originally looking for. His endowment is far beyond what she was expecting, and it takes Emma a moment to recompose herself as her mouth opens and closes like a goldfish.

Of course, it's in that moment that Harry strikes, and she suddenly finds HIS foot between HER legs, rubbing against her panty-clad cunt with unerring accuracy in a way that has Emma nearly doubling over as a gasp leaves her lips. Hermione still doesn't notice, lost in her own little world by this point, but her mother is practically writhing right in front of her.

It's embarrassing, humiliating, and degrading to be toyed with in such a way before her own daughter. But Emma loves it. She loves every second of it, much to her shame and arousal. She's immensely turned on as Harry plays with her. In the end, he gives her much more pleasure than she manages to give him, her leg shaking and barely able to straighten out as he grinds his toes into her covered cunt, pushing her soaked-through panties up inside of her sopping wet lips.

All small talk at the table dies at that point, not that either of the Granger women actually cares. The trio eats in relative silence, both Hermione and Emma trying to focus on their food to no avail as they find themselves tunnel visioning on Harry's ministrations towards each of them instead. Eventually, both women, one after the other, have to cover their mouths and stifle the moans that threaten to leave their throats as he brings them each to orgasms.

Emma isn't quite sure if Hermione has realized what's going on by that point but judging by the flustered look on her daughter's face and the guilt in her gaze when their eyes finally meet after all is said and done, she's fairly certain that the younger woman hasn't realized a thing that's gone on between Emma and Harry.

Of course, Harry sets his utensils down at that point and finally stands, a smile on his face.

"I think it's time for Hermione and I to adjourn for the night. Thank you for the delicious meal, Emma. Hermione, why don't you go get out room ready."

"Y-Yes, of course Harry."

As the blushing young woman rushes from the room, Emma slowly stands as well. Harry has just… completely taken over. And she can't bring herself to mind, despite the fact that he'd all but declared he was going to sleep with her daughter, in her daughter's bedroom, right then and there. On top of that, it was clear he expected her to just clean up after all of them. Circling around the table, Harry smirks as he comes to a stop before her. One of his hands comes up and caresses her cheek, and Emma finds herself leaning into the young man's touch, practically nuzzling his palm as she tries to hold back the moan that threatens to escape her throat.

D-Damn it all, she shouldn't be acting like this. But it feels so damn right…

"You can join us tonight, if you like. At the very least, you should see what's become of your daughter, Emma Granger. I've enjoyed training her."

His words are dark and perhaps a bit ominous. They certainly send a shiver down Emma's spine, but not the bad kind of shiver, as disturbing as Harry's words SHOULD be. Instead, they only serve to turn the MILF on even more as he gives her another knowing grin, before slowly trailing his fingers off of her face as he moves past her and towards the stairs.

Emma watches him go, unable to help herself. Her lips part and she stares after him, even after he's gone. Eventually though, she pulls herself from her stupor. She cleans up the table and takes the dirty dishes into the kitchen, where she washes them and then places them in the dishwasher for a more thorough cleaning.

The leftovers get packaged up, and everything gets put away where it belongs, including the tablecloth that had been passed down to her by her grandmother. It was a family heirloom, meant more as a keepsake than something to actually be used these days. But it was also a beautiful tablecloth, and Emma had wanted to impress.

… Harry hadn't even noticed. HERMIONE hadn't even noticed. Emma realized at that point that she would need to up her game in order to get the attention of her daughter's boyfriend. Oh, but why did she want his attention in the first place? Honestly, the whole thing was… she was… she was a terrible mother, for thinking of doing what she wanted to do.

In the end though, Emma's legs carry her to her ultimate destination regardless of her knowing that she shouldn't be doing this. She ends up outside of Hermione's bedroom, standing right at the door, pressing her ear to the wood so she can hear what's going on inside. Except… she doesn't hear anything? Emma's brow furrows as she leans a bit more into the door.

There's nothing. There's no sound coming from Hermione's bedroom. Her eyes dart to her own bedroom down the hall, and for a moment Emma grows impossibly aroused at the thought that Harry would use HER bed to fuck her daughter on, just to get to her. But no, the door to the master bedroom is open, and though it's dark, she can make out the outline of her bed from here. There's no one in her room. But there's no sound coming from Hermione's room.

Emma doesn't get it, not at first. In the end, she settles for slowly turning the doorknob and easing Hermione's door open just an inch. That's when it hits her.

"-uck me! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEE!!!"

Her daughter's pleasured voice is the first thing she hears, followed by flesh slapping against flesh as Hermione's moans and cries fills the air. Slowly, Emma finds herself sinking down to her knees as she cracks the door just a bit more. Just enough so that she can see into her daughter's room, just enough so that she can see what Harry Potter is doing to her daughter.

Hermione's room is set up in such a way that Emma gets a nice side profile of her daughter's bed, and Harry and Hermione atop it. The MILF receives a nice courtside view of her daughter's boyfriend plowing her daughter into oblivion. She doesn't miss the collar around Hermione's neck, or the leash attached to it, held in Harry's hand. He pulls on it and Hermione arches her back, even as he leans forward and grabs at her bouncing, jiggling breasts with his other hand.

The sight is absurdly erotic, extremely obscene. Emma can't look away, her eyes wide as her hands begins to slide across her body all on her own. Her dress ends up more and more disheveled so that she can get at her body beneath it, one hand grabbing at her own breast, while the other dives down between her legs.

Harry is fucking her baby girl. He's fucking her HARD. And Hermione is obviously enjoying it, even as one-sided as the power dynamic in their relationship seems. All Emma can do is watch, her lips parted as she pants in need. All she can truly do is wish that she were in Hermione's place in that moment.

"You slutty little whore. You like that big fat cock burrowing its way deep into your womb, don't you? You like me fucking you right on your bed while your mother could be just a few dozen feet away, don't you?"

Hermione can't seem to find the words. In the end, she settles for moaning her agreement, an 'Uh-huh' on her lips that quickly turns into more cries of pleasure as Harry continues to piston in and out of her cunt, faster and faster. Emma realizes now why she couldn't hear anything before. Some sort of silencing charm probably, a bit of magic put on the room or the door or something like that.

She'd broken the magic by opening the door, and now Harry and Hermione could be heard throughout the house. But all that mattered was that SHE could hear them now, all that mattered was that SHE could see them fucking right then and there. Harry degrades her daughter even as he plows her from behind, and Hermione enjoys every last second of it.

Emma… Emma wants more. She finds herself leaning forward, the door to Hermione's room opening almost halfway as her mother fingers herself to the sight of her getting fucked HARD. Hermione doesn't notice of course, too lost in her own pleasure to pay any attention, but Harry isn't so far gone. His eyes dart over to the open doorway, and he meets Emma's gaze with his own, that same damn smile that turned her on so much flitting across his face.

Leaning forward, Harry licks at Hermione's ears, prompting a shiver and a moan from Emma's daughter. Then he speaks, in a silken, deceptively soft tone.

"Did you even notice, down at the dinner table? Your mother was playing footsie with me while I pistoned my fingers in and out of your dripping wet cunt. She lost, of course. You didn't even see when she came around my toes, pushing up into her needy little quim. You were too focused on your own pleasure."

A telltale shake and spasm rushes through Hermione's body as a fresh cry of bliss leaves her lips. She cums along Harry's thrusting prick at the words he tells her, the truth he reveals taking her right over the edge, right in front of Emma's eyes. That's… that's incredibly hot, if Emma is telling the truth. The whole scene is delightfully perverse, amazingly deviant.

But not as wondrous as what Harry says next. He's still speaking to Hermione, but his eyes are fixed on Emma's, and she finds herself frozen, unable to move, unable to look away from his bright green irises.

"Perhaps I'll go fuck her after I'm done with you. Perhaps I'll claim her and fuck her right alongside your passed-out body. You'd like that, wouldn't you slut? You'd like it if I made your mother mine, just as I've made you mine."

At first, Hermione just moans in the affirmative again, but this time Harry clearly doesn't think that's good enough, because he jerks back on her collar, choking off the sound coming from her throat as he growls in her ear.

"I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want me to do to Emma Granger. Tell me what I should do with your slutty mommy?"

"F-Fuck her! Do it, Master! Fuck my mommy silly, fuck her senseless! S-She needs it… she needs your cock. A-All this time..."

Emma stiffens at that, even as Harry lifts a brow, clearly a bit intrigued by Hermione's words.

"All this time?"

His probing question is met with mewling and nodding as Hermione collects herself.

"She… she's given up so much for me, Master. She's given up o-on romance. You c-can give her the love she so r-rightly deserves. Claim her, Master. I beg of you, show her what you can d-do."

Harry gives Emma a grin at that, even as she watches on, wide-eyed. Hermione… Hermione had known all this time? Harry does indeed 'show Emma what he can do' in those next few minutes, fucking her daughter through orgasm after screaming orgasm, until finally he let out a grunt and began to cum, filling Hermione's womb with his seed.

It's as he finishes inside of her baby girl that Emma finally finds the strength to act. She barges in right as he finishes inside of her daughter, Hermione's eyes darting to her mother in shock at the older woman's sudden appearance. Of course, it's not Hermione's surprise that causes her to stop dead in the middle of the room only half way to the bed. It's the look on Harry's face as he suddenly becomes incredibly intense, his aura washing over her once more as she draws near.

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