StepMILF [Harry Potter] | 3 |

"Mmmm … I'm going to miss this cock," Aurora chirped as she laid between Harry's legs. Her face was nuzzling the underside of his erect cock while she peppered it with soft kisses. Harry was happily petting her head like the family dog.

"I'm going to miss your lips," he returned. His professor giggled before placing the tip of his cock into her mouth and wiggling her talented tongue around the head. Harry closed his eyes and groaned at the wonderful sensation.

He had had a fantastic week of nothing but mind-blowing sex from the sexiest teacher at Hogwarts. He was quite sad that his time with her was nearly over. He'd be going back to the Ministry family court in the morning. Until then, however, he'd be enjoying the last remaining hours that he had with his sexy teacher. Harry hoped that during his upcoming school year she'd offer some private "tutoring" throughout the year. He quickly forgot about that and everything else when her head dipped and took his cock down her throat.

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Harry was outside of the courtroom waiting with Tonks as the adults argued about who would get him next. He was sitting on a bench with Tonks sitting next to him. "Who do you think will get me next?" he asked the sexy Metamorph.

"Who knows. At least you know it won't be the Malfoys," she chuckled.

"Thank heaven for small mercies," Harry said as he enjoyed the scent of whatever perfume that she was wearing. He leaned in and took a sniff of her neck.

"What are you doing, Creepo?" Tonks snorted, leaning away and flicking him hard on the forehead.

"AAACK!" he yelled, rubbing his forehead. That girl was an expert flicker. "I was trying to figure out what you smelled like, you lunatic," he responded, still touching the sore spot.

Tonks rolled her eyes. "It's a body spray that I get from a muggle store by my mum's house. It's called Cumbermelon, or something like that."

"The store's called Cumbermelon?" He had never heard of a store with such a weird name.

"The body spray, you idiot!" she exclaimed, punching him on the shoulder.

"OWW!" he groaned. "What's with the violence today?" Harry asked, now rubbing his throbbing shoulder.

"I'll stop being violent when you stop being a perverted moron," she countered, smiling at the fact that his shoulder hurt.

"Don't hold your breath," Harry winced, flexing his arm to get the blood flowing again. Just then, the door opened and he was called in. Harry hugged Tonks, bid her farewell, and watched as she walked back to her department. Too bad she had her work robes on. He liked to check her out when there wasn't a risk of getting beaten by her.

Harry walked in and stood before the council. They were still chatting when he arrived. It wasn't long before they turned their attention to him.

"Ah! Mr. Potter, nice to see you again. I hear that you had a pleasant time with Ms. Sinistra. That's wonderful," she said when he nodded his head.

"I've also heard that you have a friendship with Auror Tonks. Is this true?" she asked.

"Yes … she's a good friend of mine," Harry replied, wondering why he was asked.

"Then I think you'll be pleasantly surprised with your next foster home. It has been decided that her mother, Andromeda Tonks will be the next to take you in," she told him happily.

"Really?" he asked in surprise. He didn't even know that she was in the running. He wondered why Tonks never mentioned it.

"Indeed," she said and called up Andromeda. Harry had never met Tonks's mother before. As she sidled up beside him, he got his first look at her.

Andromeda Tonks was a very beautiful woman. She had a slim body with a slight hourglass figure. Her hair was long and brown, and she had a kind face with a lovely smile. She was dressed in robes that made her look like a proper lady. She gave him a kind smile, which he returned. After everything was done, Harry followed her back into the familiar private room where they Floo'ed back to her place.

Stepping out of the Floo, Harry immediately looked around and smiled. Her place looked very homey and inviting. It didn't appear to be too large, maybe two or three rooms. He saw Andromeda take off her robe and hang it up by the door. Underneath the robe, she was wearing a dress that looked to have come right out of the 1950s. She looked like one of those pretty housewives from the old TV shows that his Uncle Vernon used to watch.

"Why don't you put your things away, Dear?" she smiled at him. "You can use Dora's room," she told him, pointing to the stairs. "Up the stairs, first door on the right," she directed. "After you've settled in, come down to the kitchen and I'll get you some freshly baked cookies and a nice cold glass of chocolate milk. Would you like that?"

Harry would like that. He loved cookies and especially loved chocolate milk.

"Okay. Thanks, Mrs. Tonks!" Harry said happily.

"No problem, Dear. Now go on," she said, walking back to the kitchen. Harry quickly scampered up the stairs and into Tonks's old bedroom. Harry knew that Tonks was now renting a flat in the far back of Diagon Alley where rent is cheap. Still, he was happy to snoop around and see how she lived when she was his age. There were a lot of music posters on the wall, and the place appeared to have been cleaned … probably by her mother. Shaking his head, Harry grabbed some of his things and went to place them in a drawer. As he opened the drawer, he saw a pile of Tonks's old underwear. Lifting a pair, he held them at face height. Harry snickered. He twirled the pretty pink thong around on his finger.

"Well, well. What do we have here, my darling Nymphie?" he chuckled, stuffing them in his bag so that he could tease her later. Putting his stuff away, he went down to the kitchen where her mother was waiting.

"Here you are, Harry," she smiled, placing down a plate of warm, chewy chocolate chip cookies on the table as well as a tall glass of cold chocolate milk. Harry thanked her and devoured his tasty treat. At some point, Andromeda left him to eat his snack. After he was done, he heard her call him from another room.

"Harry! Will you give me a quick hand, please?" he heard her call out. Harry followed her pleasant voice back to what he assumed was her bedroom. Opening the door, he walked in. Harry's eyes widened with the biggest shock of his life. The sweet and proper Andromeda Tonks was not wearing her 1950's style dress anymore. Instead, she was wearing crotchless leather panties, black stockings, black high heels, and a leather bra that was missing the cups. Both her pussy and tits were fully exposed, and she was smacking a riding crop against the palm of her hand. She was looking at him like a piece of meat. Harry gulped.

"Since you'll be staying here, I think that it's only fair if you pull your weight around here … don't you think?"

"Well, I …"

SMACK!

"WOOHOO!" Harry yelped, grabbing his backside after she whipped him across the ass.

"No backtalk, young man!" she ordered, lewdly licking her riding crop. "Now remove your clothes and lay on your back." Now Harry understood where Tonks got her violent tendencies from.

"But what about Mr. Tonks?" Harry asked, quickly removing his clothes and laying back on the bed. His cock was sticking straight up. Andromeda reached down and softly grazed her delicate fingers over his raging erection.

"He's at work. You don't need to worry about him. And what did I say about backtalk?" she added. She slapped his cock which made him yelp. Then she slapped it again and again. Then she stepped up onto the bed and placed her high-heeled foot on his chest and pinned him down. Sliding her heel up his chest, she held it up to his lips.

"Kiss your Mistress's foot and thank her," she ordered. Harry was going to kill someone at the Ministry for getting him into this. Until then, he had no choice but to comply. He kissed her high heel and thanked her for the privilege. From his vantage point, he could see the moisture clinging to her hairless twat.

"What are you staring at, slaveboy?" she quickly asked, smacking him on the chest with her crop. He cried out in pain. "Nothing!"

Andromeda dropped down and straddled his face. Harry could feel drops of her arousal dripping onto his face and rolling down his cheek. Her scent surrounded him as she began grinding her naked cunt all over his face until it was glistening with her juices.

"Does this look like nothing to you?" she asked, wiggling her hips and causing her pussy to rub against his lips. "Clean your Mistress!" she threw her head back and moaned. Harry's tongue snaked out of his mouth and slithered around her wet hole as he slurped down her juices. Andromeda pinched and pulled on her perfect, pink nipples as his tongue cleaned her insides and the outside of her wet lips. When he began sucking on her hard clit, she pulled away and began sliding down his chest and belly. She left a trail of wetness down his torso before finally settling on his groin. Facing away from him, she leaned forward and reached back, grabbing his cock.

Harry groaned at the sight of Andromeda's lovely pussy and asshole as she leaned forward. Grabbing his fat cock, she rubbed the head up and down her wet slit before sinking on it. Both moaned loudly as she began slowly fucking herself on his cock. Holding onto his shins, Andromeda looked over her shoulder as she leaned forward and smirked as she began picking up speed. Soon she was bouncing her ass hard on his cock. Harry's eyes were twitching as she squeezed her pussy muscles tightly on his cock. He could see the penetration as she repeatedly took his long, hard member deep into her wet tunnel. His cock was soon smeared with streaks of her white girl cum as she creamed all over him.

"Holy fuck!" Harry yelled out as she began twerking on his cock, drawing out pleasure like never before.

Andromeda was trying desperately not to cum right away, but it was very difficult. She had taken many different cocks over the years, but Harry's was by far the biggest. With every bounce of her hips, his thick, spongy head would batter her g-spot over and over again. Pathetic, high-pitched squeals were leaving her mouth as her pussy gripped his fat cock tightly.

"Are you enjoying your Mistress's pussy?" she called out, her nipples aching from being so hard.

"Yes," Harry groaned as his thumb began to rub circles on her asshole. She took her crop and swung it behind her. She smirked as she heard him yelp in pain.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Harry grunted as he got closer to cumming. Hearing him call her Mistress finally set her off.

Andromeda squealed out in orgasmic bliss and leaned all the way forward. Harry's slippery cock slipped out of her tunnel, and she cried out as she violently squirted. A high-powered jet of girl cum sprayed from her fluttering pussy and splashed right in Harry's face. Andromeda was stroking his wet cock rapidly until finally, it erupted. Globs of sticky, white cum shot out of the tip and flew up into the air. It came down and landed all over his belly and in her hair. She was moaning against his cock as her pussy continued to contract, squirting cum with every flutter.

Sighing in happiness, Andromeda crawled up to his face and spread one leg out. Squatting down, she placed her pussy right against his mouth.

"Kiss my pussy and thank me," she said, twirling her crop in a threatening manner. Harry kissed her sloppy, wet pussy and thanked her. Smirking, she stood up and sashayed out of the room, her ass swinging from side to side.

As the door closed behind her, Harry lay there, wide-eyed, thinking about how in the hell that he would survive the coming week.