Chapter 27

"Thank you for letting us come over for a visit, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Hermione is one of our closest friends at school, as I'm sure you both are aware."

Dudley Dursley is all smiles as he sits in a chair in the Grangers' Living Room. The room's other two chairs are both occupied by Hermione's parents, while the couch is currently taken up by Crabbe, Goyle, and Hermione sitting in between them. Luckily, the two boys are smart enough to keep their hands to themselves at the moment.

Amusingly, both Vincent and Gregory are looking to be in better shape than they were in their First Year. Whether its copious amounts of sex with Hermione Granger giving them more activity, or their new focus on making the witch their wench over stuffing their faces with pastries and desserts at all times of the day, they're actually beginning to grow into their own. Hermione, as hilarious as it is, is actually an amazing influence on the two of them.

Even as they've both been an absolutely horrible influence on her. Honestly, Dudley wasn't surprised when Crabbe and Goyle asked him for a little bit of help in convincing the Grangers that it was perfectly normal for her and her male friends to hang out in her bedroom alone.

But he WAS surprised that Hermione was just as on board with the idea. She'd told him he could do whatever it took, and even launched into a borderline racist speech about how her muggle parents just didn't UNDERSTAND magic and the magical world in the way she'd come to.

Regardless, here Dudley was, effectively mediating between the two groups. Not that he intended to leave it to just words for long.

"That's Dr. Granger, young man, for both of us. We are, after all, medical professionals."

Dudley raises an eyebrow at Mr. Granger's clipped response. From the look of things, the man doesn't like that all of Hermione's friends are boys. Mrs. Granger on the other hand, a smoking hot MILF named Monica who reminded Dudley of the adult Hermione from his previous timeline but with smaller breasts, looked less sure.

Placing a hand on her husband's leg, Monica gives them all a hesitant smile.

"Now Wendell… the boys have agreed to meet with us to converse about our worries. You boys must understand, we just want what's best for Hermione."

Dudley smiles and nods, keeping the true hunger from his expression as he chuckles.

"Of course! We're just here to chat… and none of us want anyone to be uncomfortable, heaven forbid."

What follows is a perfectly normal talk, with Dudley doing all of the heavy lifting. When Hermione begins fidgeting out of the corner of his eye and Dudley realizes that Crabbe and Goyle really couldn't keep their hands to themselves any longer however, he knows its time to step up his game. Luckily, he knows exactly what to do.

A few Confundus Charms and carefully worded suggestions later and…

"Well, you three lads are alright, haha! Sorry I was acting so overbearing and overprotective. I see now that you boys have my Hermione's best interests at heart! Go ahead and take them up to your room now, Hermione. I'm heading off to the pub for the afternoon, to catch the latest game of football!"

As Wendell Granger rises and gets his coat, Dudley does let the perverse smile that's been hiding behind his face peek out. Hermione's father now thinks the world of him, Vincent, and Gregory. In the old man's eyes, the three boys could do no wrong.

Meanwhile, Monica…

"Oh, let me show you to the door, Wendell."

Even as she goes through the motions of helping her husband, it's so obviously meant to cover for the way she keeps glancing back at him and his two friends. Biting her lower lip, Monica rubs her inner thighs together, as she's been doing for the last several minutes. She's hopelessly turned on just being in their presence at this point, finding all of Hermione's friends rather attractive… Panties-wetting attractive, in fact.

As Mr. Granger leaves and Mrs. Granger shows him out, Dudley just nods to Crabbe and Goyle, who hurriedly stand up, pulling Hermione with them. Blushing profusely but also giggling as they practically manhandle her up the stairs, Dudley watches them go with some amusement… but remains right where he is.

The trio will have plenty of fun upstairs in Hermione's bedroom, but Dudley… Dudley has other plans, and they don't involve him going anywhere. Instead, he stays put and watches as Monica Granger sees her husband off, before slowly closing the door behind him, already deep in thought and fidgeting up a storm.

When she turns to walk further back into the house, her footsteps take her right towards the staircase, her eyes averted towards the ground and completely missing that he's still in her living room. Grinning wickedly now, Dudley cocks his head to the side as Monica puts a hand on the railing to begin ascending the stairs.

"Going somewhere, Mrs. Granger?"

Freezing, Monica's head whips around as she finally notices he's still sitting there in the living room.

"D-Dudley… I thought you'd be upstairs, w-with the others."

"Mm… did you now? Were you thinking about watching us, then?"

Going almost as red as her daughter was when Crabbe and Goyle took her upstairs, Monica just blinks.

"U-Um… w-watch? Watch what, exactly?"

Dudley just keeps on grinning as he shrugs.

"Who can say? But no, three's fun, but four's a crowd, isn't it? I thought I'd just hang out down here instead. Keep you company."

A shiver runs along Monica's spine at that, and she positively quivers as her eyes flicker to his crotch. Its so obvious that she wants him, and that she's trying desperately to hide just how badly she wants him. Dudley… Dudley just stays where he is, until finally Monica's desires overwhelm her and she slowly begins making her way over to him.

Sitting on the end of the couch that puts her closest to him, Monica licks her lips as she leans on the arm, giving him a great view down her top. She might not be as endowed as the fully grown Hermione from Harry's future, but its obvious where the girl got her looks from all the same. Monica is a Grade-A MILF… and Dudley is going to enjoy this very much.

"Y-You would rather… spend time with an old fuddy-duddy like me then with your friends?"

Chuckling, Dudley looks Monica right in the eye.

"There's nothing old about you, Mrs. Granger. You're a beautiful, mature woman, who gave birth to a beautiful daughter. It's a pleasure to finally meet the woman who made Hermione everything she is today."

The compliments make Monica squirm and blush all the harder, even as she smiles, acting more like a besotted schoolgirl then the older woman she's supposed to be. After a moment of fidgeting shyly in her seat, she pats the couch cushion next to her.

"There's plenty of room on the couch if you prefer, Dudley…"

Heh, well, who was he to refuse? Getting up from his chair and moving on over. Dudley sits down on the couch right next to Monica Granger. She scoots a little closer, hands in her lap as if she doesn't know what to do with them, and eyes darting from her own lap to his crotch again and again as she squirms.

"Do you… like it at Hogwarts?"

"Sure. There's a lot to love. Magic is amazing."

"I'm sure… I'm sure it is…"

Slowly, Monica reaches out and places a hand on his leg.

"I wanted to… t-thank you for all you've done for my daughter, Dudley. Hermione was… she didn't have that many friends, before Hogwarts. What you and the other boys have done for her… it means so much."

As she speaks, her hand slides up and down his leg, getting ever closer to his crotch as it ghosts up his inner thigh. Dudley just chuckles.

"I'm just doing what anyone should have done. Your daughter is a brilliant girl. Someone just needed to put her on the right path."

Put her in her place, more like. Dudley doesn't say THAT of course. Monica, meanwhile, beams and nods happily.

"Should have, maybe… but only you did it. You and those other boys. Such good boys… such good men."

She's so close now, her lips barely inches from his face. Her hand is rubbing at his inner thigh, inches from his crotch. Raising an eyebrow, Dudley decides its finally time to stop beating around the bush.

"Mrs. Granger…"

"P-Please, call me Monica!"

"Monica then… are you trying to seduce me?"

Monica's blush intensifies and she licks her lips cautiously.

"A-And if I am, Dudley? You said it yourself… that I was beautiful. Was that a lie?"

Smiling, Dudley shakes his head.

"No, Monica. It wasn't. Still, we shouldn't do this… you're a married woman."

"Oh, fuck Wendell. He hasn't gotten me off in years. I need a strapping young lad like you to show me what it is to be desired again."

Suddenly, her hand is deftly working open his trousers. Dudley looks down and watches with a raised eyebrow as Monica pulls out his cock and begins stroking it up and down.

"Let me show you… what a woman with some experience can do for you, Dudley."

And then, right then and there in one of the sluttiest, hottest displays he's ever seen, Monica Granger leans down and takes his cock in her mouth. Dudley groans, his hands immediately coming up to fist through her hair as the gorgeous MILF, the mother of the bitch who helped make his life a living hell in the previous timeline, begins to suck his cock.

Bobbing up and down on his member, she's forced by his 'guiding' hand to choke down more of his length than she initially intends to, faster than she's ready for. But Monica doesn't fight it, even as she gags and gurgles on his cock.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

Dudley, meanwhile, is all smiles as he slides one hand down from Monica's hair, along her neck and back, all the way to her ass. Giving her butt a good, solid grope, he reaches further still, basically leaning over her so he can get into her panties and shove two fingers up her cunt. The gagging MILF lets out a muffled squeal at that, quivering as he begins to fingerbang her right then and there.

Monica might think she's the one seducing him, but Dudley almost immediately takes control of the situation, once she makes her first move. This MILF is all his, and even as she's bobbing up and down on his member, he can't help but smile as he hears the faintest of noises coming from upstairs. No cries of ecstasy or anything like that… but then to be fair, with both Crabbe and Goyle to worry about, Hermione almost certainly has both her mouth AND hands full dealing with the two libidinous boys.

Meanwhile, Dudley groans in enjoyment of Monica's mouth, tongue, and throat all wrapped around his cock, tilting his head back as he rests on the couch, fingering her and pushing her face further into his crotch time and time again.

"Fuck Monica, that's it you silly little slut. Suck my fucking cock. Show me how bad you want it."

The answer to that is, she wants it really, really bad, her efforts redoubling as she does her best to throat every last inch of his member again and again.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Dudley is soon ready to blow… and of course, he knows exactly where he wants to put it. Yanking Monica's head off of his cock at the last second, he does so just in time to cum all over her face, painting her white with his seed and making an absolute mess of the older woman. The facial is a mockery of everything she represents. An accomplished dentist in her own right, a Doctor in her field, the mother of what could have been the smartest witch in a generation.

Chuckling viciously, Dudley yanks Monica around and bends her over the arm of the couch, positioning her so that her cum-coated face can drip down onto the floor at its leisure, while her ass is up in the air and her cunt is pointed in his direction. Yanking her pants and panties down to her knees, he gets his first view of Hermione's mother's pussy… and his cock twitches, coming right back to life when he sees how hot and ready to trot she is for him.

Positioning properly behind the older woman, Dudley proceeds to plant his cockhead against Monica Granger's slit like a particularly debauched kiss. As she moans, her pussy lips part before him… and he thrusts into her from behind with all due force, punching into her cunt and drawing a loud, squealing cry from her.

Monica has the good sense to try and cover her mouth with one hand a moment later, attempting to muffle the noises coming from her lips to avoid alerting those upstairs to what he's doing to her. Dudley could care less if they hear, to be perfectly honest. Hermione knows her place in this timeline, and Crabbe and Goyle no doubt have her too busy to be listening.

Meanwhile, the two boys themselves… are probably just spurred on to fuck Hermione even harder as they hear Dudley claiming the girl's mother downstairs.

Grinning viciously, Dudley palms Monica's ass, finding her backside to be her best feature in lieu of her daughter's potential fat chest from the future. He digs his fingers into the gorgeous MILF's ass and fucks her even harder from behind, making the entire couch rock with every thrust, her muffled cries and screams of ecstasy filling the living room despite the hand covering her mouth.

Her pussy walls tighten and spasm along his cock in orgasm after orgasm, and Dudley luxuriates in the feel of tight MILF pussy, wrapped around his dick.

… Then and there, he decides it. This year was going to be the year where he tried to fuck as many gorgeous MILFs as possible. He'd have his way with as many older women as he could conceivably get his hands on!

Of course, that was a tall order, and right now, Dudley needed to focus on the MILF he already had his hands on. And focus he does, plowing Monica Granger silly through climax after climax, until finally with one last hoarse groan, he pumps into her, dumping his hot, thick load of white seed right into her womb.

Monica, for her part, squeals like a pig and cums like a fountain, completely unaware that her sudden desire to be fucked and plowed silly by strapping young lads like the ones Hermione now surrounded herself with, was a magically implanted idea.

Eyes rolled back in her head, tongue lolling out of her mouth, Monica just twitches as Dudley pulls out of her and gives her fat ass one last smack, sitting back down on the couch with a devilish grin on his face.

The Summer was certainly starting off… with a bang.

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